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Cool Your Jets- Ch. 3: Let’s Dance (Riff x newcomer)
I finish cleaning up my sad attempts to make dinner and then go to freshen up when I hear a knock on the door.
“Riff, if that’s you I’m gonna rip your arms off-!” I hiss as I yank the door open, only to find a dark blue swing dress with a note attached to it.
Marilyn,
Anita made this for you! She wants you to show those Jets who’s boss! See you at the dance!
Maria :)
A smile grows on my face as I take the gorgeous blue dress inside. There’s a dotted pattern on the skirt and low-cut bodice, and like my other new dress it’s very flowy. I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to repay Anita for this! I slip it on with a tulle petticoat and twirl in front-a the tiny bathroom mirror. After some makeup and a halfway-decent hairstyling I think I’m ready, and I almost feel too dressed up. Back in the country, simply wear’n a dress with no mud spots on it was fancy enough, but I know city folks got higher standards.
As I head out I remember that I’ve got no clue where this place is, so I decide to go with my intuition and follow a group-a dressed up Puerto Ricans to a school. I wish I could go to school, but since I gotta pay rent there’s no use try’n to squeeze in time.
Inside I can already hear blare’n swing music and the sound-a lots-a people talk’n and laugh’n. I stick to the wall and scope the gym out, noticing that the Sharks and Jets have divided the room.
“Marilyn!”Maria rushes up, dressed in white, and engulfs me in a hug. “You came! And you look wonderful!”
“Of course she does!” Anita walks up, she herself wear’n a black and red dress.
“I must admit, amor- this it definitely the best dress you’ve made.” Bernardo smirks. “Sorry about earlier, chica. I think we got off on the wrong foot.”
I wave it off. “Nah, it’s fine. I’m new here same as you, more water under the bridge. I haven’t been to a dance in months, so let’s dance!”
We group together and walk onto the dance floor, and I notice that Anita and Bernardo take no regard for the line separating the Sharks and Jets. I feel awkward just stand’n here by myself, so I just stay off to the side.
“Hey! Ya made it!”
Mouthpiece runs up with a big smile on his face. “How’re ya supposed to dance when you’re tucked away in the corner? Come dance!” He takes my hand and starts lead’n me to the center-a the room.
“Uh I donno, Mouthpiece. Everybody here’s dancing so intense, and back home we’ve never had social events like this-”
“Just relax! Have fun!” Mouthpiece jerks my arm and sends me falling towards the floor, only to scoop me back up and twirl me around.
“Aw- oh- Oh my God!” I cry as he lifts me up. “What are you doing?!”
“I’m dancing with a pretty goil!” He grins as he twirls me again.
I chuckle sarcastically. “You’re too kind, Mouth!”
“That your new nickname for me?”
“No, it’s just that you can sometimes have a big mouth.”
“Aw!” He dramatically clutches his chest. “I’m scarred beyond repair!”
“Get over it!” I playfully push him and he takes me in for anodda dip.
“I’ll take over from here.”
We both turn and see Riff standing next to us with an amused smirk on his face.
“Jeez, boss. We just got started,” Mouthpiece whines.
“I’m sure Velma wants a fella to dance with,” Riff waves him off. Mouthpiece leaves after giving me a quick look of apology. Now Riff turns to me and offers a hand.
I put my hands on my hips. “Why on Earth would I dance with you after that? Mouthpiece invited me to a nice dance, and now you come here all high-and-mighty try’n to cut in!”
“I just wanna get to know the new goil in town. C’mon, ya won’t regret it!” He winks.
Cautiously, I look around and spot Grazi with anodda Jet.
“Won’t your goil get jealous?”
Riff follows my gaze. “Grazi? Nah, Diesel’s keep’n her company. Right now I’m all yours.”
I give him one more skeptical look, then roll my eyes in defeat. “Fine.”
He takes my waist, a lot more snug than Mouthpiece I might add, and starts waltz’n us all over the room.
“Took a while to find ya! You been look’n for me?”
“When I came I expected to find the leader of a stubborn gang.” I shrug.
He laughs. “Oh really?”
I give a devious smirk. “I’ve been trying to find him, but all I can see is a cleaned-up Jet boy.”
“Ey! Get away from her!” Bernardo comes up and shoves Riff away from me.
“You got a problem, amigo?” The Jets leader pushes Bernardo and they both start circle’n each odda.
“Guys, just stop it!” I try to break them up but it’s no use.
“She’s with us, punk!”
“That’s funny ‘cause last I checked she was meet’n with us!”
“Guys!!” I get in-between them and they seem to remember I’m still there. “I’m here for everyone! Can you guys just go ten minutes without fighting?”
“Hey, hey, hey! Everybody please calm down!” A chaperone comes up to stand in the middle of the Jets and Sharks mob. “There are beautiful goils here that wanna dance, can’t we all just get along?” He goes to talk more about social rules, but then-
“There you are!” Anita comes over and yanks me over towards Maria on the sidelines. “What are you doing? I suggest you stay with Maria and Chino until this mess gets settled.”
Maria huffs. “Anita! We want to dance!”
Anita shakes her head as she heads back to dance with Bernardo. “You can, away from the Jets!”
I sulk in the corner as a massive dance-fight takes place: Sharks vs Jets.
“¡Oye, Javi! Ponle fuego, ¡vamos!” Anita shouts.
Maria and Chino eventually join in, but me being alone leaves me awkwardly pacing back and forth.
“Mambo!”
“Mambo!”
“Go!”
As I watch the dance break out, I can’t help but be a little bit jealous of Riff ‘nd Grazi. She looks like she’s having so much fun, but Riff seems… distracted. He keeps look’n at Bernardo, and Bernardo keeps look’n at Riff. I gotta say- he ain’t a sight for sore eyes. I can understand why Grazi keeps him so close, and can’t help but feel sad that I don’t got no fella to call my own.
I make my way to the back, but then Riff seems to recognize someone next to me. He leads Grazi over, leaving me to stiffly loiter around and stare at the ground.
“Tony! Ya made it! I knew you’d come!” Riff beams with joy. He pulls me forward and gestures to a tall, dark, and handsome guy. “Marilyn, this here’s Tony. One-a the Jets’ founding members and my best friend! Tony-” He gestures to me. “This is Marilyn Jackson. Just moved here from upstate, so we’s make’n her feel welcome.”
Tony shakes my hand. “Pleasure to meet ya! I’d ask ya to dance but I promised my parole offer I wouldn’t get too involved with social events. I only came ‘cause Riff said I would-”
“And ya still came!” Riff smiles.
Tony gives him a glare. “Only for half an hour. I’s here for you, not to cause a rumble!”
Riff shrugs. “Ya can’t back outta this, buddy boy. Soon as the coast is clear we’s meet’n the Sharks to set it up.”
My face twists to a confused expression. “What’s a rumble-?”
“C’mon Riff, let’s dance!” Grazi grasps Riff’s wrist and pulls him back to the crowd, leaving me with Tony.
“Is he always this reckless?’ I ask.
He sighs. “Ever since we was kids. I was the one to hold him back, but since I’s been gone I fear that Riff’s been get’n outta hand.” He looks around the gym, then says: “I think I’m just gonna drift around ‘nd make sure the Jets play fair, if ya get my drift? You go on ahead- enjoy yourself!”
I go back to watching everyone jive and dance, and wondering what other odd characters I’m gonna meet in this city. I’m already caught between 2 gangs- what else is in store for Miss Jackson?
“You wanna dance, buddy boy?” I hear Riff jab- most likely at Bernardo.
Uh-oh.
I try to get closer to the clump-a angry dancers, but the chaperones and policemen are block’n my path. Once I do make it through, an argument’s already panning out.
“But I wanna dance! Riff, you said we could dance!” Grazi wines.
“I know, I know doll. Lemme just-”
“No! I’m sick-a this!” She shoves him and storms past, but then turns back. “We’re through!” She glares at me. “He’s your problem now!”
I just stare wide-eyed as people around me begin to argue, until Anita comes over and guides me into the hallway.
“Come, chica. This is no place for a young lady.”
I shake my head. “Is it always like this? Stupid gangs ruining social events?”
Anita nods. “I’m afraid so. All we can do is try to calm them down when it’s over.”
She goes off to the bathroom to fix her makeup, while I go sit next to Maria in the hallway. But she seems… distant.
“Maria? Are you ok?”
She nods, but then seems to rethink and shakes her head.
“Maria, what’s wrong?”
“I- I danced with a Jet boy,” she whispers. “And… I think I like him.”
I frown. “Who?”
“I think his name is Tony?”
“Oh, Riff’s friend! I kinda know him, he seems nice. What’s wrong with that?”
“Because Bernardo hates him! He hates all the Jets.”
I notice Tony walk up with Riff and the odda Jets as they go off with the Sharks.
Anita huffs. “Come, Maria. We’ve had enough drama for one night, so let’s head home. You coming, Marilyn?”
I look back and forth between the Jets that are still present and Anita. “Sorry Anita, but I’m gonna stay a bit longer and keep the guys in-check. You go on and get home safely.”
She nods and starts guiding Maria away, leaving me standing next to Tony.
“Buenas noches, Marilyn!”
“G’night, Maria!” I call back.
“Maria? Maria…” I see Tony get a dazed look in his eyes.
I wave a hand in front of him. “Uh, Tony? Earth-to-Tony? Ya with us?”
He blinks. “Marilyn? Have you ever heard-a luv at foist sight?”
“Uhh,” My eyes widen and my jaw drops. “Kinda?”
Tony gives a dopey smile. “Then I think I’m in luv! Marilyn, I just kissed the most beautiful goil I’ve ever met, and her name’s Maria!”
I gasp. “Maria? You mean my neighbor, Maria?”
“She’s your neighbor? Wow, you’re lucky!”
“She was just talk’n ‘bout you!” I hiss, look’n around to make sure nobody’s listen’n.
Tony gawks at me. “She was? What’d she say?!”
“I ain’t gonna be spill’n gossip- it’s just plain evil!” I cross my arms.
“Aw, c’mon Marilyn! Please! Does she luv me back? Did she like dance’n with me?” His smile fades. “Or- or does she hate me, and never wanna see me again…?”
I hold my hand up to steady the poor guy. “Alright, alright, fine! She luvs ya! Just don’t go have’n a meltdown on me! I got enough emotional baggage as it is!”
Tony’s face looks as if he’s been born again. “In that case, I’m gonna go find her!”
He starts off towards the exit, leaving me nearly speechless.
“Tony- Tony! Ya can’t just track her down! That’s creepy-!”
But it’s too late. Tony’s already head-over-heels and is out the door.
“Marilyn!”
Riff, now look’n more smug than ever, strides up. “Where’s Tony? He's gonna miss the meeting.”
I point to the door. “Just missed ‘im.”
Riff shrugs. “Guess I’ll have to fill him in later. Right now I gotta go meet with Bernardo.”
“Ay ay! Leave her alone!” Anita comes up and waves him off. She leads me away, but not before I look back one more time and see Riff air-kiss me goodbye.
As he turns to leave, Anita scrunches her face. “I suggest you stay away from that Jet boy- Riff. He’s no good for you. I’m going to tell Maria the same thing about her Jet boy- they’re all the same.”
“Tony’s not. He’s not like them, and he wants noth’n to do with the Jets. He’s only here because he’s their friend.”
“Once a Jet, always a Jet,” Antia argues as Bernardo strolls up to us. “Hola, mi amor! I left Maria with Chino.” She points at me. “And came back for you because Bernardo said he just scheduled a rumble for tomorrow night, and I do not want you around those Jets!” She walks off again, and that word keeps ringing in my head.
“A- A what?” I frown. “I’ve heard that word before… Riff mentioned it…”
Bernardo nods. “It’s a rumble, señorita. An all-out fight between gangs when only one comes out on top. We just planned out with the Jets for tomorrow night, so I suggest you stay in unless you want trouble.”
Bernardo storms outta the room with Anita, leaving me alone to think over this idea until Mouthpiece finds me again.
“Hey! I lost ya! Where’ve ya been?”
“Do you know about the rumble?” I ask darkly.
Mouthpiece opens his mouth, then shuts it again. “Who told you?”
“Bernardo.”
He scoffs. “Figures some PR would tell ya.”
“Is it really that bad?” My voice is uneven.
He avoids my gaze and nods. “Yeah, it can get pretty bad. That’s the reason Tony got locked up ‘cause he nearly beat a kid to death last year.”
My hand flies to my mouth. “Death? Mouthpiece… I don’t want anyone to die, is there any way to settle this without fighting?”
He smiles a little. “Ya worried ‘bout me, doll?”
“I’m serious! None-a you deserve to die! I could talk to Bernardo, he might call it off…”
“Fat chance.”
I roll my eyes. “What ‘bout Riff? If I could talk to him-”
“Ask and ye shall receive.” Riff strolls in, leans against the wall, and motions for Mouthpiece to leave. “Ya look’n for me, beautiful?”
I storm up to him and poke a finger at his chest.
“So. Tonight was all a ruse to plan a fight. And all for what? Territory? Because Tony danced with Maria?”
“That’s the broad’s name?” Riff asks with a scrunched face.
I smack him and start to breathe heavily.
“I was right. The rough gang leader was here tonight- a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You should be ashamed of yourself. They have every right to be here, same as you!”
Fed up with this, I storm off outta the gym and into an alley, all the while ignoring the faint calls from the aggravating Jet leader.
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Mouthpiece: I dare you to-
Tony: Riff isn’t allowed to accept dares.
Riff: Apparently I have ”no regard for my personal safety”.
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I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings 💍💕
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found family (mouthpiece x velma)
a/n: more mouthpiece content! velma makes her appearance in the second half. when i first started writing this i didn’t really know where i was going to go with it. as more of it flowed though, i realised that i was addressing the history behind mouthpiece’s street name, which i thought it was a rather interesting thing to cover. the past few days have been pretty productive but also kind of depressing, so its not really been too great. kinda want to take a break from going out with people and working but im also not really working that hard so i dont know what im taking a break from. anyway, im sorry about the digression. i hope you enjoy this!
word count: 2896 (longest one to date! was supposed to be two parts but i thought combining it would flow better)
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Thomas Miller often wished he came from a better family. The kind of family that went to the movies with popcorn and watched a stupid musical. One with a smiling mother and gentle father and lots of siblings. You know, a normal family.
Instead, what he got was an alcoholic tyrant of a father and a tearful mess of a mother.
For so long, Thomas could only helplessly run away from the horrific blows every time it occurred. He'd leave the house under his father’s threats, escape to the roof of their dilapidated apartment building, and silently shed a few tears there. His ma would often be bedridden for the next few days or so, crying in her sleep. That tyrant of a father would then return to his seat at the local Irish pub, clutching his bottle of whiskey, inebriated as usual. Within a day or so he’d come back, pretending like nothing had happened, and Thomas and his ma would have to skate on thin ice to delay his next outburst as much as possible.
On unlucky days, he wound up being his father’s personal punching bag. It was always over the stupidest reasons too — slamming the plate on the table too loudly, mouthing off, looking too resentful. Those dreadful nights were the worst, when he went to bed with belt lashes on his arms and slap marks so hard they turned an angry red the next day. He cried those nights too, hateful of his father for hurting him, resentful of his mother for not defending him, and worst of all, disgusted with himself for not fighting back. It didn't help when he had to fish around for believable excuses when his teachers asked him about the recent wounds he sported.
I walked into a pole.
I fell into a drain.
I hit my shoulder on the fence.
As with everything, experience and time gave his lies their essential touch of credibility. The questions eventually stopped.
As far as Thomas could remember, everything that encompassed the word ‘family’ felt wrong. If family meant fighting and hitting and screaming and crying all the time, he didn’t want anything to do with it. But that didn’t stop the jealousy he felt when his classmates’ mothers scraped together everything they had just to buy their sons a new pencil for the upcoming semester. It didn’t help to quell the bitterness blooming in his chest when he saw fathers lift their daughters up into the air, spinning them round and round before holding them close again. And it most definitely didn’t ease the emotional torment of getting kicked and slapped by the person who was supposed to love you most in the entire world.
By the time Thomas turned fourteen, he’d mastered the art of apathy. It was easier, he decided, to just care about nothing. His schoolwork had already been abysmal at best, and with his less than stellar attitude, his grades slipped ever further. In his opinion, the adults in his life ranged from ‘useless’ to ‘downright liability’. He was destined to a life of being looked down upon by the rich folk on the Upper East Side, and pitied and gossiped about by the loving families on the West Side. No matter where he found himself, it always seemed to be at the bottom of the barrel.
It wasn’t his fault he was born into such a shitty family. Why did other kids in his grade get loving mothers who bought them Batman comics every week, whereas he had to steal them regularly from Doc’s to get the newest issue? Why did he have to talk to counselors who pretended to care and social workers who didn’t understand a thing about his life? Hell, they wouldn’t survive a day in his shoes. But there they were, on their high horses, trying to offer some shoddy, one-off attempt at ‘emotional support’.
The last counselor had been particularly ridiculous. She was a young lady, with a naivety and hopefulness only a sheltered girl fresh out of college could have. Within the two seconds they’d been acquainted, Thomas already envisioned the trajectory of the rest of their session. He could basically read her sad, predictable mind.
‘Could you tell me what’s bothering you?’ Yeah, right, like he was gonna be recounting fourteen years worth of childhood trauma to a total stranger within the hour.
‘So, Thomas, have you tried deep breathing to calm yourself down?’ Sure, because deep breathing could magically heal his bruised rib cage and twisted arm.
‘It’s such a shame what you’ve been through.’ The last thing he wanted was patronizing pity from some privileged trust fund chick.
As he answered her questions monosyllabically, he could see her lips purse over his uncooperative nature.
And now she probably thinks it’s a result of my ‘juvenile delinquency’, Thomas bitterly mused.
At the end of the day, these people were all the same. They believed that people like him weren’t destined for anything other than failure. So what was the point in trying to change their minds?
Fuck that. Fuck the counsellor, thinking she could go round changing the world with this broken system. To get to go to college, her family probably had more money than Thomas could ever dream to have in his next three lifetimes. They were from completely different worlds. She wouldn’t understand a goddamn thing.
Apathy turned into anger pretty quickly. The defiant streak in him grew each day, resentful at the world for dealing him such a bad hand. When a boy from the grade above Thomas witnessed him pummel another kid to the ground for ‘looking at him the wrong way’, a deal was extended.
‘Join the Jets,’ the older boy offered.
‘We’ll take carea ya. If ya get jumped we’ll watch out for ya. And we’ll get yous booze and cigarettes and whateva ya want, too. The Jets are brothers, and we’s look out for each other because no one else will.’ The older boy seemed to relish in his monologue, clearly proud of the gang he called family.
Thomas wasn’t naive. He’d grown up on the Upper West Side, for goodness sake. He’d seen his fair share of rival gangs stake their claim on territory and beat each other up for a couple of blocks of residential housing. The Jets, in particular, had made quite a name for themselves, wreaking havoc in an already chaotic neighborhood. The idea of fighting for something as trivial as territory was all a bit stupid to him. But what did he have to lose, really? The older boy said something about brotherhood. Wasn’t that kind of like a family, but a good one? No one was superior to the other. They were all equal, and brothers at that. They’d band together in times of need instead of turning on each other. He nodded and extended his hand.
‘I’m Thomas.’ He declared.
‘Thomas ain’t no name for a gang member. What’re you good at, other than throwing a punch?’
‘I… I don’t know. I guess I can make people laugh.’ Thomas admitted, albeit slightly abashed.
‘How about… Mouthpiece? Yous be our messenger too. We need one of those since the Jets ain’t getting any smaller.’ The older boy mulled over Thomas’s response before offering his suggestion.
‘Yea, that’s alright.’
‘Well then, welcome ta the Jets, buddy boy. Yous one of us now. I’m Action.’ The older boy finally disclosed his name.
For the first time in fourteen years, Thomas finally felt like he belonged.
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Several weeks after the recruitment of Mouthpiece, his lone figure roamed the streets in the dead of night. It was basically witching hour, yet he didn’t have the slightest intention of returning home.
Then again, he didn’t really think that place counted as much of a home. If he were to be completely honest, whatever pathetic home life he had depressed him. But as he so acutely realized, being sad and hopeless offered no protection against the cruel realities of the world. On the contrary, if he was angry, people would fear him. They would know he wasn’t someone who was easily bullied. And having gone through life being thrown around like a punching bag, intimidating others gave him a sickening sense of relief.
As Mouthpiece let himself aimlessly wander around, he found himself skirting further and further away from familiar Jet territory, until he finally stopped at a fancy apartment building. The freshly painted brick red exterior and polished windows greeted him, a stark reminder of the life he could never even dream of experiencing.
He hadn’t really wanted to come to see Velma when he was in such a sour mood. But it had been three whole days since he last caught sight of her, what with having to nurse his injuries inflicted by his pa and then having to take care of his depressed ma at home. Pangs of longing would shoot through his gut at random times of the day, and his thoughts would drift to her lilting voice, or her excited laughter. Big Deal had already teased him about it the other day, calling him a lovesick idiot. On any other occasion, Mouthpiece would probably have at least gotten in a light punch as revenge. But Mouthpiece could hardly rebuke Big Deal’s remarks. They were true, after all. And the worst, or best, part was that he found he didn’t really mind. Not if it was for Velma. His Vel.
His feet glued to the ground, he could already feel a tiny grin creeping up his face as he thought about his girl. When the world around him felt like it was crumbling before his very eyes, she was the only person who could make him feel like none of that mattered. Gazing at that perfect girl distinctly reminded him that she was his world.
As his mood slightly lifted, he began scaling the fire escapes of her apartment building. It was his first time scaling Velma’s apartment building, but he was a pretty good climber. Careful not to make any loud noises, he quickly found himself standing right outside her window, gently rapping on the glass.
Pulling up the window to let her boyfriend in, Velma sat back down on her bed, rubbing her eyes as she struggled to stifle a yawn. It was remarkable, really, how she basically had a surprise visit sprung on her at two in the morning, yet she remained unruffled as ever.
Mouthpiece found a seat on her ottoman, half expecting her to at least question the reason behind his sudden appearance, but what only greeted him was tactful silence.
That was one of Mouthpiece’s favorite things about Velma. She never really pried for information about anything, offering only silent support. She knew he’d tell her things only when he felt ready, and there would be no pushing on her end. Her gentle, quiet presence gave him time and space to collect his racing thoughts and rambling words, grounded in a security he’d never felt elsewhere.
They sat like that for several minutes, Velma’s consciousness gradually returning as she patiently waited. She could hear his slightly out-of-breath panting, and the blossoming bruises on his arms under the moonlight. His fists were clean though.
Okay, so it wasn’t a fight.
Despite not having lived the same broken West Side slum life that her boyfriend and his friends had, she could put two-and-two together quickly enough. Even in that silence, she knew. She always did.
Finally, Mouthpiece opened his mouth to speak.
‘Sorry I knocked so late, Vel. I guess I just missed ya.’ He sheepishly confessed, shrugging in a feeble attempt to maintain a facade of nonchalance.
It took everything out of Velma not to hide her smile. Even though Mouthpiece had always been the more talkative one of the two, he rarely said anything very vulnerable, fearing that his weakness could easily be used against him. It softened Velma considerably, seeing that her boyfriend of only a few weeks already felt comfortable enough to be this honest with her.
‘I missed ya too. I tried going to Doc’s to look for ya, but I couldn’t find ya around these couplea days.’
Ever the perceptive one, Velma realized very early on in their relationship that the only way to keep her boyfriend feeling relaxed in his vulnerability was to be equally upfront on her part. Sharing this seemingly insignificant thing would help, she was sure of it.
As if by magic, a small smile graced his slightly swollen face.
‘Ya did?’
‘Of course I did, hon. Three days is a long time to go without ya.’
As she returned his tentative grin, she situated herself beside him, legs close enough to touch. Her arms circled Mouthpiece and she rested her chin gently on his shoulder. Instinctively, he embraced her back, involuntarily relaxing in her comforting presence.
Only she could make me feel this way, Mouthpiece mused.
As if she had read his mind, she whispered, ‘Ya know, love, Velma literally means ‘valiant protector’. So even though ya protect me mosta the time, I just wanted ya ta know youse always safe with me too.’
Every time Mouthpiece thought Velma couldn’t get any more perfect than she was, he was proven wrong. This beautiful, understanding, compassionate, patient person that was the only safe space for him to run to.
It turns out that love is a bit of a drug. Life without it is bearable, because you don’t really know what it’s like to live any other way. But drugs are addictive. You can’t really turn back when you’re hooked. And once you’ve had a taste of sweet euphoria, what once was bland now becomes bitter.
So Mouthpiece really didn’t want to, no, he couldn’t, imagine a life without Velma.
Humming contentedly, they carefully lay down in bed together, still firmly entwined in each other’s embrace. Careful not to rest too heavily on the new red and purple patches on Mouthpiece’s arms, Velma felt her eyelids grow heavy. It was late, after all, and she had been asleep before those raps on her window.
‘I just realized I don’t know your name, babe.’ Velma cracked an eye open, watching as that familiar troubled look clouded her boyfriend’s eyes yet again.
‘I don’t like it much,’ Mouthpiece confessed. Had it been anyone else who asked for his birth name, he would have just feigned ignorance and cracked a joke to throw them off the scent. But this was Velma, and he didn’t feel the need to skirt personal topics around her.
‘Well, will ya at least tell me what it means?’
Admittedly, she was curious about his birth name. They’d been going out for a few weeks now, and she’d never picked up as much as a hint of this. But she’d also vaguely guessed that it was a sore spot for him, and as always, he’d tell her when he was ready.
‘Actually I don’t know what it really means, but I don’t like the reason it’s my name. It’s my old man’s.’ She could feel him stiffening, clearly trying to tamp down his discomfort in order to answer her questions. It alarmed her. The last thing she wanted to do was to make his clearly horrible day even worse.
Before she could steer the conversation away from said topic, though, he quelled her doubts.
‘It’s Thomas. But I hate it.’
The venom that filled his voice as he spat that word out conveyed everything Velma needed to know. Despite sharing the same name, he didn’t want to be anything like his father, belittling and uncontrolled, unable to summon a kind word to even those closest to him.
Though it was never directed at her, Velma would have to be blind not to notice the familiar expressions of hatred clouding her boyfriend’s face at almost everyone around him. His family, the social workers, even the people in the neighborhood who had loving families. It was a face contorted by jealousy and bitterness and dejection. And it often was at its angriest whenever the topic of family was broached, just like now.
‘Yer nothing like your old man, babe. I promise. I know you.’
She soothingly rubbed circles with her thumb on his back, wishing for him to one day see himself the way she did. Witty, loyal and with a huge capacity for love. She didn’t know what else she could do, other than offer him her shoulder and give him the solace that he so desperately needed. It hurt her too, just imagining the amount of physical abuse he had gone through all his life, not to mention the broken system he had been thrust into since childhood.
Life was just unfair sometimes.
As the mental exhaustion finally began to catch up with Mouthpiece, he found himself slipping into a deep sleep. But in his semi-conscious state, he could hear Velma mutter to no one in particular.
‘You’ll always be Mouthpiece to me.’
It seemed like such a flippant name, one carelessly given to him from one broken boy to another. But to Thomas, Mouthpiece represented everything he could ever want in life. Unwavering brothers, undying love, and an undeniable fresh start. And if this was what family was like, maybe it wasn’t as terrible as it originally seemed.
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LOOK AT THE PRECIOUS BOY BSHSHHSHSHSHJWJSJSJJSJS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️
#HIS SMILE IS SO PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL#I could look into his eyes forever oml#BENNNN<333#newsies#livesies#newsies the musical#newsies musical#newsies on tour#newsies national tour#newsies live#racetrack higgins#ben cook#ben tyler cook#mouthpiece#west side story#racetrack newsies#benjamin tyler cook#he’s my silly
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“I just hang around till someone says let’s go…”
“And then?”
“I go…”
I LOVE MOUTHPIECE GUYS
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More headcanons cause i have a lot of things on my mind that i really wanna talk about that makes me yap a lot (sorry to my irl friends who have to deal with my yapping with a whole lot of stuttering)
Crutchie Morris, yeah starting with him
Crutchie would often not tell the others if his leg hurts real bad since they dont want him to worry about him a lot more, he would be supportive as a partner, both romantically and platonically ( i see him as a guy that doesnt like to date ), even if he hasnt dated anybody, he would give good confessioning advice or date advice to other people.
Mouthpiece
He's just that type of guy to mimic a lot peoples voices just for the fun of it, He's the Jets funny guy that would cheer em up by mimicing and acting like officer krupke, He's pretty nice, just a bit rebellious ya know, Since he talks a lot and to mimic a lot of peoples voice takes a lot of vocal chord training, the reason why his voice would change is because he keeps on straining his vocal cords, so if he is just quiet he's resting his vocal cords
Spot Conlon ( i've said this head canon before, i just really like this headcanon and i've added more )
He has a skin condition where his skin cells become sensitive due to a genetic which causes hives on his body, that's why his nickname is "Spot" because his hives. He seems like the type of guy to drink tea to calm himself down, i dont know why, but he just gives off this energy. He probably has some allergy medicine saved for his hives or would take a bath daily because of it.
WILL ADD MORE SOON:)
#West side story headcanons#wss headcanons#wss 2021#Newsies headcanons#crutchie morris headcanons#spot conlon headcanons#mouthpiece headcanons#crutchie newsies#spot newsies#Scotty:rants#Scotty:i just like to yap about my interests
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Me and one of my best friends watched West Side Story and I've already seen if but she hasn't so here's how it went.
*first scene with Tony*
Me: so who's your favorite character?
Her: uh, Tony.
Me, holding back tears: oh thats... lovely...
*Dance scene at the school*
Her: Riff is so fucking funny I think he's my second favorite.
Me: OHhHh, ThAt'S... AmAzInG, Good FoR YoU, ReAlLy,
*beginning of of the Rumble scene*
Her: I like Bernardo a lot too, he's probably my third favorite.
Me: OHHhhH, WoW ThAtS So CoOL
*end of Rumble*
Her, crying: They didn't have to do my boys like that
Me, sobbing because I'm in love with Riff: man Riff you messed up my fucking mascara
*Scene after Rumble with Anita and the Jets*
Me, burying my face in her shoulder: GRAZIELLA IS WEARING RIFF'S FUCKING SHIRT oh shit its this scene, buckle up girl
*after Anita is saved by Valentina*
Her: if Riff was alive that never would have happened. He's a racist but he ain't no rapist
Me: you DID NOT JUST SAY THAT
*Finale scene*
Her: HE WAS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER NO!!!
Me, sobbing into her shirt: Riff is dead..
Her: Get over it theres been two deaths and an almost raping since then
Me: MY HEART HURTS
Her: mine too *we sob together*
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Cool Your Jets: Riff x Newcomer Masterlist
Marilyn Jackson, a newcomer from upstate New York with recently deceased parents, tries to make her way in the West Side. Will this be just a boring city life, or will meeting the leader of an infamous gang turn her world upside down?
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/715167197972004864/cool-your-jets-ch-1-welcome-home-riff-x?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/715346024654323712/cool-your-jets-ch-2-meet-the-jets-riff-x?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/716074549881487361/cool-your-jets-ch-3-lets-dance-riff-x?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/716335908310351872/cool-your-jets-ch-4-out-and-about-riff-x?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/717981190281428992/cool-your-jets-ch-5-doctors-orders-riff-x?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/718872027375763456/cool-your-jets-ch-6-under-arrest-riff-x?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/719511359319130112/cool-your-jets-ch-7-tonight-riff-x-newcomer?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/720229469271588864/cool-your-jets-ch-8-goodbye-riff-x-newcomer?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/722332857335496704/cool-your-jets-ch-9-all-for-nothing-riff-x?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/723136073077817344/cool-your-jets-ch-10-stabbed-riff-x-newcomer?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/723682846382981120/cool-your-jets-ch-11-shame-and-disgrace-riff-x?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/724060983200530433/cool-your-jets-ch-12-coming-home-riff-x?source=share
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The Jets: *walking at the mall*
Tony: Hey, have any of you guys seen Anybodys? He’s been gone for a while..
Mouthpiece: Eh, nope.
Baby John: No, I haven’t...
Riff: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something.
Anybodys: Hey.
Tony: Ooh, there you are-
Riff: What the fu-
Baby John: I- where were you?!
Anybodys: Walking right behind you guys.
#tony wyzek#tony west side story#tony wss#mouthpiece west side story#baby john west side story#baby john wss#riff west side story#riff wss#anybodys west side story#anybodys wss#west side story#west side story 2021#wss#west side story incorrect quotes
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have any of the jet boys ever forgotten THEIR OWN birthday 🤔
Okay, this is actually kind of sad, but Mouthpiece didn’t know for sure when his birthday was until he was ten years old. His mother ran off with a neighbor when was three, and his father was horrendously abusive, so he never celebrated Mouthpiece’s birthday or even told him when it was.
It was only when Mouthpiece was ten and happened to be rummaging through some of his mother’s old things that he just so happened to stumble across his birth certificate and learn when his birthday was.
Velma always makes a big deal for Mouthpiece’s birthday to make up for all the years he missed out on.
#mouthpiece west side story#mouthpiece x velma#wss headcanons#west side story#west side story 2021#wss ask
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do you just do riff from wss? maybe one of the other boys like balkan or action or anything?
Day 23 of Kinkmas: Getting Caught With Mouthpiece
Kinkmas 🎄❄️❤️
pairing: Harvey ‘Mouthpiece’ Gonzales x fem!reader
warning: protected sex, hickeys, getting caught
Y/N’s POV
My friends and family don’t know that I’m sleeping with Harvey from the Jets, I’m scared about someone finding about us, but I know someone will but I know we’re going to be in trouble or even worse.
Mouthpiece wanted me to go to a work site and I’m already kinda scared about it. I walk around so find him, until I feel arms wrapping around me and taking me somewhere dark. I try to fight the person.
“Y/N, it’s me.” I turn around and it’s Mouthpiece.
“You scared me, I thought you were someone else.” I stand back so I can see him.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, but if someone touches you that’s not me, I might kill them.” Mouthpiece says approaching me.
“That’s my dad’s job.” I put my hands on my hips.
“And my job is to keep my girl happy.” He makes me get near a wall which felt cold and strokes my chin.
“Why are we here?” I question.
“So we can do something in private.” He whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.
“What if we get caught? This is a work site you know.” I explain to him.
“We’ll just be quiet while we have some fun.” He says in a deep voice.
Once again, I’m scared that someone will find us.
“Fine, just don’t make me scream.” I say.
“You’ll scream.” He whispers in my ear.
I playfully hit him. I know that’s true.
Mouthpiece takes us to another room and when we get into the room we begin to make out, Mouthpiece guides me to the floor and he kisses my neck again which makes me softly moan, he smirks in my neck and stops for a second so we can get our clothes off.
He grabs a condom and puts it on his dick and makes love to me. I moan and the way he fucks me makes me scratch his back, I already know that the Jets are going to make fun of him by that. He gives me hickeys all over my body, my friends will definitely make fun of me but get suspicious over that.
All you can hear is the moans and groans by us. I tug on his hair and he kisses my neck again. I giggle a bit by the pecks he’s giving me.
“Remember, we have to be quiet.” He whispers in my ear.
“I can’t help it, you’re the one who’s kissing me all over my body.” I whisper back.
He continues to kiss me, I wrap my arms around him and try to keep him there.
9 MINUTES LATER
We continue to kiss. But someone stops us.
“Hey, garbage!” A voice said.
We both turn our heads to see who said it, it’s the cops, fuck! I hide my face in Mouthpiece’s chest, I knew someone would find us.
“If you don’t get out of here, you two will be arrested.” Officer Krupke says.
We get dressed very quickly and ran out of the abandoned building and ran as fast as we can, I’ve never ran that fast since I had to do gym.
Mouthpiece and I finally found a hiding spot so the cops can’t see us.
“Are you okay?” He says cupping my face so I can face him.
“I am, are you?” I ask.
“Yeah, I don’t want to go to jail because of that.” He says looking around to see the coast is clear.
“We’ll go somewhere beyond private, please Harvey?” I make him look at me.
“We will, I don’t know where but, we will okay?” He makes us do nose to nose.
I giggle.
I don’t want us to get caught again, if we do, we’re killed.
#fanfic#fanfiction#kinkmas#kinkmas 2023#mouthpiece#wss#west side story 2021#wss jets#wss mouthpiece#ben cook#wss 2021#west side story smut#ben cook smut#west side story#smut#wss dirty imagine
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“ThEre’S onLy fOrTy-eiGhT sTaTEs yA dEaD bAtTeRy!”
#west side story movie#west side story 2021#ben tyler cook#mouthpiece#west side story#musicals#movie musical
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