if requests r still open i would love to request some jealous riff from west side story headcanons! Just some simple stuff of riff meeting genderneutral!readers ex lol. ty for reading <33

Riff Heacanons: Jealousy.

Warnings: Swearing lol

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral.

Summary: Just some headcanons with our little boy Riff.

Author's note: again, sorry sorry sorry for taking so long to answer :( i've been busy and unmotivated. i feel like this is very short, sorry again, but i hope you like it!! criticism is appreciated, and request are still open.

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riff is a jealous dude.

it's not that he doesn't trust you --- he does, especially if he's daying you for real ---, it's more like he doesn't trust other people around you because, for him, you're everything good in this world, the hope he had lost.

but he still trusts you to tell them to fuck off if they try to make a move.

he's very physical, not only when he's jealous, but when he is you can bet he's gonna have an arm around your waist or directly eat your face out in front of whoever you are.

he's the kind that watches from a corner that interaction he thinks it's shady, narrowing his eyes and with his jaw tightly clenched.

barging into your conversations like that has always get him in trouble with you because you love him but you like your bondaries and the trust, but he swears it's because he loves you.

poor baby is so scared you'll find someone better than him (in his opinion, this is incredibly easy) and leave him.

reassuring is something you had never imagined you would have to do with him, but it's very common for him to end up going mute as you try to tell him there's no one that could steal your attention like he still does everyday.

anyways, going to the point,,,

let's say that your ex isn't part of the jets (not of the sharks, either), and neither are you because that would include a whole shit ass explanation of why you ended up with riff --- you just did, alright? :D

okay so let's say you're going on about your day in the jet part of the neighborhood, running some errands, knowing that riff is watching you from the corner of the street where he's at with his boys.

you've grown very fond of his attention, little gestures like those --- he watches over you from the place he's at, so he doesn't overwhelm you contantly with his bubbly persona but showing he still cares.

and uh-oh, now you're facing your ex.

things didn't end up great between you two, although it wasn't too bad either. still, you would've liked to run away from that situation, but before you can turn around and act like you haven't seen them before they lay eyes on you, they wave their hand at you and you're doomed to make some small talk with them.

your ex has always been a very charismatic and friendly person, which leads into you two talking probably more than what you've expected.

and riff noticed this from his place in the street.

he's able to wait for ten solid minutes before he pats diesel in the shoulder and he starts walking towards you two, unbothered face but a strong glimmer in his eyes.

you know it's him as soon as he rests his calloused hand on your waist, squeezing lightly --- the kind of squeeze he gives when he gets jealous.

the signs of him being jealous are easy to pick on, but you still look up to him when he reaches you, watching amusedly how serious yet cool he looks --- he tries too hard, you'd notice even with a blindfold.

"hey, buddy boy."

that's the cue for you to put your hand on top of his, to keep him grounded from saying something too harsh.

it makes him relax every time, that touch of security that let's him know he still has that special connection with you he can't describe.

your ex is a nice person and them doesn't notice that riff is jealous, and you're smart enough to instantly introduce riff as your boyfriend.

the thing ends happily, like it usually does.

sometimes, though, riff would go a bit out of leash when the person talking to you is shamelessly flirty to you with him still there.

he has never throw hands because he knows you don't like violence, especially not when it's about you.

but sometimes his snarky remarks annoy you a bit.

you always forgive him, though, because he ends up apologizing sooner or later and you'll always work things out <3

riff lorton x shy!reader hc's

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requested by @luckyrabbits - hi! if requests are open, can i request something (fic or hcs are alright!) w riff lorton and a fem / gn reader who’s very shy? ty and have a great day! 

word count: 500

a/n: sorry this took so long to make! and as a shy person myself, i totally loved this prompt lol. hope you like this 💗

pairing(s): riff lorton x fem!reader

riff first sees you when he stops by at doc’s. you’re working alongside tony and laughing at something he’s saying to you, one hand coming up a little self-consciously to cover your smile

riff melts on the spot

he bothers tony for next few days, trying to convince him to introduce the two of you

tony first says no, he knows you aren’t too comfortable around strangers

but riff manages to wear him down eventually

you’re a little scared when you first talk to him, and you’re really thankful that tony and riff manage to carry the conversation on their own with little input from you

but over time, talking to riff gets a little easier

until the mf starts flirting with you

my god, you get so flustered

riff’s a pretty smooth guy, with lots of confidence, he knows what he’s doing

you’re the exact opposite

the first time riff calls you “girly girl”, you get so flustered, you have to walk away to the staff room

he always keeps himself in check though

yes, he loves making you blush, but he never wants to actually make you uncomfortable, so he stays within his limits

he takes you out on multiple dates, usually in secluded places

originally, he did this so you’d feel better, but he ends up liking it more himself, it’s quality time with you AND he’s the sole receiver of all your attention

this isn’t always the case though

sometimes you insist on going dancing because you know all the jets are

and riff loves it too, but he won’t go without you

so you try and bear with it as much as you can

you’re too shy to dance in the hall with all the people milling about you though, so you encourage riff to dance with grazie and the other girls

and even if he does, he always manages to find his way back to you

will probably drag you out of the hall to dance in the parking lot

the music is muted, he sings along to it as he sways you around before pulling you into a kiss

you melt against him, knees unsteady, thankful for the arm he secures around your waist to keep you standing

riff’s also great at extracting you from social situations you don’t want to be in

all you have to do is tug on his sleeve once, and he’ll offer the people around you a pleasant smile and believable excuse before whisking you away

he’s usually the one to initiate physical touch, but on the rare occasions that you do?? fucking dead

just imagine, dragging him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss you?? out of absolutely nowhere?

he always makes the most surprised gasp, too

it fuels your ego, gives you the very necessary confidence boost that you need

riff kind of tends to keep the jets away from you, they’re a really loud and often rude gang

he knows you don’t need to be a part of a crowd like that, so the only jets you properly know are riff and tony

all in all, he’s a great boyfriend, and he finds your shyness endearing instead of annoying

it’s just one of the many things he’s loves about you :)

paloma garcia-lee (graziella), talia ryder (tessie), and mike faist (riff) photo booth pictures!

forever having brain rot of this trio, tessie is like their kid <3 also goes with the siblings hc of tessie and riff

also, trying to be active on this blog, i miss wss!

Riff headcanon

Riff probably had long hair once (ahem..mike-) when he was younger. But one day he saw Tony with a girl that had short hair and they were going out at that time. Riff was sad of course so he went back home to cut his hair and kept it short since then. OR maybe Tony mentioned he liked short-haired girls in the past so the next day Riff appears with short hair. Either way, this is just Riff wanting to be loved lol

Hi, would you be willing to share more of your head cannons? I absolutely love them and also, I am starved of Riff x Tony content and it seems like you are one of very few people that supply enjoyable stories about it. Hope you have a good day :)

Hey! Thank you for asking! I’d be more than happy share some more headcanons, and yes I do have more Tony x Riff content coming soon. School is kicking my ass at the moment haha, but in the meantime I will give you some Tony x Riff headcanons! Hope this makes your day better, and I hope you have a great day :)

Riff once played guitar to Tony, and ever since then Tony begs for Riff to play it again, but Riff rarely budges

Riff loves to embarrass Tony in front of the Jets despite the fact Tony has much more blackmail on Riff

One day Riff brought a stray dog he found home, and Tony said he didn’t want the dog in the house. The next day, the dog and Tony are best friends

Tony and Riff always slept together in the beginning days of the Jets, not in a couple way, but just as best friends

Riff hates being in love with Tony because he feels comfortable enough around Tony to actually let his walls down and that scares him

When Riff and Tony get married, Riff puts his ring on a necklace to be able to hide it better

When Riff wants to open up, both Riff and Tony go into a room and turn off the lights, both of them are blindfolded as well. Riff then opens up to Tony, and he only does this with the lights off and both of them are blindfolded. its the fact they can’t see each other that makes Riff feel comfortable to open up to Tony

Riff stays up until midnight every night to kiss Tony on the lips as his way of saying “I’m here today”

Love to slow dance at night in open fields

Tony is an overworked wine aunt and the one to always bail Riff out of jail

They get matching tattoos because they can’t get married legally

All the Jets know about Tony and Riff’s relationship(duh), and they offered to help them get married in secret

Riff loves to get Tony flowers whenever he can and he hand delivers them to Tony while he’s working

When Riff proposes, he does so with a ring his father gave him. Once Riff gets a ring of his own, he puts it in a necklace so people didn’t get suspicious that both him and Tony have a ring

Often slow dance together at night

Those are to only name a few :)) hope you enjoy!

Riff x Graziella HC - The Day Riff, Jr. Was Born

A/N: This one ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I hope you enjoy!

Graziella had been struggling with intense discomfort all day. As petite as she was, these last few weeks of her pregnancy had been particularly challenging as her womb stretched itself to its limits, her belly bulging hard and swollen. The baby had been on the move constantly, pressing down roughly on her pelvis and kicking harder than ever. He certainly wasn’t going easy on her. Somehow, that fact reminded her of Riff and made her smile despite the unbearable ache of missing him. Even the simplest tasks, like getting up out of a chair and walking around the room, exhausted her, so she had pretty much been sticking to the four walls of her bedroom at Velma’s apartment. Thankfully, the frigid February winds had been keeping everyone indoors as of late, so she didn’t feel like she was missing out on too much. And the girls always came by to keep her company. “Can yous believe he’s gonna be here soon?” Mamie was chattering excitedly, cooing over the baby clothes she was tenderly folding. The Jet girls had thrown Grazi a little baby shower last month and now they were making sure to help her organize everything before the baby finally arrived.

“I can’t! It seems like just yesterday we found out about him,” Rhonda laughed, sitting down beside Grazi on the bed and resting a hand on her rounded belly. “Really? I feel like Grazi’s been pregnant forever,” Karen teased, throwing a wink over at her as she carefully folded the blankets Grazi had been gifted. “Trust me, I feel like it, too,” Graziella laughed, resting both hands atop her protruding stomach. “God, I’m like a whale.” “Ya ain’t! Don’t say that!” Velma insisted, looking over at her from where she was setting some stuffed animals in the little bassinet across the room. “Yer the most beautiful pregnant girl there ever was!” Mamie told her, nodding her head for emphasis. “Yous have ta say that ’cause yer—oh!” Graziella let out a sudden groan as she tried to shift in bed. “What is it?” Velma demanded, all of the girls frantically turning their full attention towards her. “Nothin’!” Grazi insisted, waving her hand. “I’ve been feelin’ a little uncomfortable today, but it’s just ’cause this little monster won’t stop kickin’ me,” she grinned, poking her belly playfully. “Are ya sure, Grazi?” Velma asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, ya are gettin’ kinda close. The doctor said it could be any day now.” “I’m sure. It’s really not—” Before Graziella could even finish her sentence, she let out a loud gasp of surprise and glanced down at the blanket beneath her. It was suddenly completely soaked, as was the nightgown she was wearing. “Grazi! Did yer water just break?” Rhonda gasped, shooting straight up and staring down at her friend with wide eyes. Karen, Mamie, and Velma squealed and ran over to the bed as well, hovering anxiously with outstretched hands. “Oh my God! My water broke!” Grazi cried, her face devoid of all color. “Don’t panic! Nobody panic!” Karen insisted calmly, shooting pointed looks at the other girls. “It’s all gonna be fine, Grazi,” she added, gently touching her friend’s cheek. “I’m gonna call Mouthpiece! He’ll tell everyone!” Velma declared, hurrying out of the room to grab the telephone in the family room of her apartment. Her parents were away for the weekend, so they wouldn’t be able to assist them, but the Jets would take care of things for them. “Tell him ta tell Diesel! He can see about gettin’ a car ta bring Grazi ta the hospital!” Mamie cried, following Velma out of the room. “Good thing we already started packin’ yer hospital bag,” Rhonda said, running over to the corner of the room and snatching it up. “Grazi? Grazi, breathe,” Karen told her gently, noticing how pale her friend had become. “It’s all gonna be okay. The baby’s gonna be here soon!” She sat down beside her and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. “Oh, God, he’s comin’. He’s comin’ now!” Graziella exclaimed, panic blazing in her eyes. She’d been unable to think about anything but finally getting to hold her baby in her arms, but now that the moment was here, she was terrified. “What if I can’t do it? What if we don’t get ta the hospital in time? What if I—” “Grazi!“ Karen said sternly, ever the rational voice of reason. She grabbed her by the shoulders. “If anyone can do this, it’s you. We’re gonna get ya there. We’re gonna be with ya the whole time. Just breathe.” Graziella nodded and did her best to take deep breaths as Karen and Rhonda helped her out of bed and dressed her as quickly as possible. She breathed as the contractions started to take hold of her, causing her womb to clench painfully. She breathed as Karen, Rhonda, Velma, and Mamie helped her down the stairs of the apartment building, assuring her that the boys would be there soon. She even breathed as Diesel frantically drove up onto the curb in an old station wagon, nearly hitting the fire hydrant outside Velma’s building in the process. “Hey, Grazi!” Diesel panted, hands on his hips as he tried to catch his breath. “Alright, everyone else is on their way ta the hospital, so we gotta go. Like, now. ’Cause I gotta get this car back,” he added, looking nervous. “Who’d ya borrow it from?” Mamie asked as the other girls helped Graziella into the backseat. “Well…there wasn’t really anyone around ta ask, so I sorta maybe hotwired this one,” Diesel admitted slowly. “Diesel!” Mamie cried, slapping his arm. “I’m gonna bring it right back!” Diesel insisted, hurrying Mamie into the passenger seat. “That’s why we gotta move!” “Oh, yeah, that’s why. Not ’cause I’m back here goin’ into labor or anythin’,” Graziella said through gritted teeth, clutching her stomach as another contraction passed through her. “Drive, Diesel!” Rhonda exclaimed. Drive he did. Going at madman speed, even racing past a few Stop signs, much to Mamie’s horror, Diesel got all of them to the hospital in record time. “I’ll meet yous back here!” Diesel called out the window once all of the girls had safely exited the station wagon. “I’m gonna bring this back,” he explained, throwing an apologetic look in Mamie’s direction before driving off. “God, at least he got us here fast,” Velma said, shaking her head as they worked together to get Grazi inside. Mouthpiece had gotten the word out fast, as he usually did, and the Jets had assembled quickly, as was their fashion. By the time the girls entered the waiting room, the entire remainder of the gang was there, gasping in relief when they saw them. “There yous are! What the hell took so long?” Gussie demanded. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe the baby’s comin’!” Tessie exclaimed, her eyes wide with delighted excitement as she and Sweden both bounced on the balls of their feet. “Tiger an’ Ice are tryin’ ta get ya checked in, since we knew yous were on the way,” Mack explained, pointing to the receptionist’s desk, where both Ice and Tiger were gesturing wildly. “She’s here!” Maxie yelled over to them. The few people sitting in the waiting room who happened to not be members of the Jets just stared, slack-jawed, at the group of more than twenty rowdy teenagers yelling orders at each other from every corner of the room. “Here, Baby John, hold this,” Rhonda insisted, hastily shoving Graziella’s hospital bag into the youngest Jet’s arms. “What do I do with it?” Baby John asked nervously, but everyone else was too preoccupied to pay him much mind. Karen went to check in with Ice and see what was happening, while Velma and Tessie led Grazi over to a chair, encouraging her to keep breathing through each painful contraction. “Here, Grazi! These are supposed ta be good for ya,” Sorella said, handing her a cup of ice chips. “Nat an’ I went an’ got ’em from the cafeteria.” “What the hell is takin’ so long?” A-Rab demanded from his spot on the couch beside Dot, who was anxiously sucking on a lollipop. “Ain’t they see we got a lady with a baby here?” “Yeah, what is takin’ so long?” Action joined in, rising from his spot near Rhonda. “Hey! You!” he called out, getting a nurse’s attention. “What the hell is takin’ so long? Our friend’s havin’ a baby here,” he told her, pointing at Graziella. “Sir, I can see that. You’re all just going to have to wait a moment,” the nurse responded, looking harried. “Wait for what?!” A-Rab cut in, glaring. “For her ta have the baby in the damn waitin’ room?” Graziella groaned at that and Dot slapped her boyfriend’s arm. “Sir…” the nurse began, arching an irritated brow. “Why don’t yous move yer fuckin’ asses a little bit?” Action snapped. “Action!” Rhonda exclaimed, her turn now to slap her boyfriend’s arm. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask the both of you to leave. Now,” the nurse said sternly, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Action and A-Rab. “What?! But we—” “Now. Unless you’d like me to call security,” the woman threatened. “Would you two idiots just go wait downstairs before you stress Grazi out even more?” Dot scoffed, rolling her eyes. “But it’s cold outside,” A-Rab frowned. “Shoulda thought o’ that before yous mouthed off,” Rhonda said, throwing Action’s jacket at him. Heads down like a couple of schoolboys, Action and A-Rab had no choice but to head downstairs and wait for the news of the baby’s arrival outside. “Oh, God, what is takin’ so long?” Grazi asked, sweat beading on her brow despite the freezing winter weather outside. She squeezed Tessie’s hand tightly, wincing through the pain of yet another contraction. “I’m sure they’ll be ready for ya soon,” Velma said, biting her lip as she rubbed Grazi’s back soothingly. Sure enough, one of the nurses soon called Graziella’s name, while another arrived with a wheelchair to escort her to the delivery room. She was told that she could bring two people with her. “Is one of them the father?” one of the nurses asked, looking with wide eyes at the group of Jets scattered throughout the waiting room. “No,” Graziella replied quietly, her heart pierced through at the question, which had been innocently asked. It’s not like the nurse could have known. “No, he’s gone.” Something about the look on Grazi’s face must have told the nurse it was better not to ask anymore questions. “Okay, well you still get to have two people with you.” In the end, Graziella chose Velma and Mamie. They were her two oldest friends, and they’d been through everything with her since she was a little girl. They’d see her through this, too, just like they’d seen her through everything else. “Good luck, Grazi!” Tat called out, waving and blowing her a kiss as the nurse started to wheel her away. The rest of the group echoed her, waving and sending Graziella off with all their good wishes. “We’ll be here waitin’ for ya!” Ice called out, offering Grazi an encouraging smile as she gazed back one last time at her dearest friends in the whole world. They wouldn’t have to wait too long, it would seem. By the time Graziella was finally settled in a hospital bed, one of the nurses declared that she was already nearly eight centimeters dilated. “You’ll be ready to push soon, honey,” she told her, patting her knee with a comforting hand. “I’ll go get Dr. Dupont.” Thankfully, her doctor was on call tonight. “Yer doin’ great, sweetie,” Mamie said brightly, squeezing her hand and wiping at her forehead with a damp washcloth. “Really, Grazi, we’re so proud o’ ya,” Velma nodded, brushing a few sweaty locks of blonde hair off Graziella’s neck. “I can’t believe he’s really comin’,” Graziella murmured, gazing up at the ceiling as a massive wave of emotion came crashing down over her. “Oh, God, he’s really comin’. He’s comin’ an’…an’ Riff ain’t here!” she wept, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “Oh, sweetie,” Mamie murmured softly, tears glistening in her own eyes. “Oh, Grazi,” Velma said gently, hugging her friend as best she could given the circumstances. Both she and Mamie knew that all they could do was be there for her, as they had been every day since that awful night last summer. A few moments later, Dr. Dupont appeared and examined Graziella, declaring that she was ready to start pushing. “Okay, it’s now or never, Grazi,” Velma said, squeezing her hand encouragingly. “We’re right here,” Mamie promised, smiling in support. Graziella had known labor would be difficult, that it would be painful. But knowing something in your brain and experiencing it firsthand are two totally different things. As she began to bear down, trying to force her baby down the birth canal, Graziella didn’t think she had ever been in so much pain in her entire life. She screamed in agony as Velma and Mamie held her knees, whispering encouraging words that she could hardly process. “Breathe, sweetie, breathe!” Mamie instructed. “You’re doing wonderfully, Graziella. Keep pushing for me now,” Dr. Dupont said, monitoring the baby’s progress as she pushed as hard as she felt she was physically capable of. “Keep going!” Graziella collapsed back against the pillows, panting and crying and sweating. “I can’t! I can’t!” “Yes, you can, Graziella! I see the baby’s head now. Come on, honey,” he encouraged her kindly. “Ya can do it, Grazi,” Velma said, wiping at her brow with a washcloth. “We’re right here. Yer doin’ great.” “The baby’s almost here, Grazi,” Mamie added, squeezing her shoulder gently. “Ya can do it. Just think o’ Riff. Think o’ how proud he’d be o’ ya. Think about how he’d be tellin’ ya ta keep goin’,” she said softly. Squeezing her eyes shut, Graziella took Mamie’s advice. She pictured Riff there beside her, holding her hand and pressing kisses to her sweaty forehead. She pictured the way he’d be smiling at her, teasing her, pushing her to keep going, the way he always did. She imagined what it would like to hear him say, “Yer doin’ great, girly girl. Yer almost there. Ya can do this.” She imagined how proud he’d be to hold his child in his arms for the very first time. “Almost there! One more big push!” Dr. Dupont called out, giving Graziella the motivation she needed to bear down hard one last time, a loud cry tearing from her throat as she did so. Then suddenly, with a whoosh and a loud cry, her child entered the world. The room, which had been filled with the sound of Graziella’s cries just seconds before, was now filled with the cries of a tiny baby taking in his first breaths. “Congratulations! You have a son!” Dr. Dupont announced, holding the squirming baby up in the air as he carefully examined him. Graziella wept at the news. A son. Riff’s son. She knew it would be a boy! “You have a perfectly healthy son,” Dr. Dupont said again, smiling as he carefully placed the baby in Graziella’s waiting arms. Velma and Mamie both wept as well as they looked down at his perfect little face. “He’s an angel,” Mamie breathed out reverently, lightly stroking his cheek with one finger. “He really is perfect,” Velma cooed, touching his hand gently. Graziella didn’t think it was humanly possible to feel such love. As she gazed down at the sweet baby in her arms, the last gift Riff had given her, she thought her heart might actually burst. It didn’t seem possible that her heart could possibly contain such love and not explode. She ran one finger down her son’s cheek, admiring the silky softness of his skin. His little mouth opened and closed as he gazed up at her sleepily, his eyes already starting to drift closed. Weeping, she held him close and pressed soft kisses to the top of his downy head. Dr. Dupont and the nurses smiled and turned to give them a moment’s privacy, but one of the nurses turned back at the last minute. “Have you thought of a name?” she asked curiously. “Riff,” Graziella told her without hesitation. “His name is Riff. Just like his daddy.” “Welcome to the world, Riff,” the nurse responded with a smile, turning again to leave the room. “We’ll give the two o’ yous some time alone together while we go tell everyone the good news,” Mamie said, kissing both Grazi and the baby on the forehead. “Ya did amazin’, Grazi,” Velma told her proudly, rising to follow Mamie out of the room. When the two of them appeared in the waiting room a few minutes later, everyone was on the edge of their seats, staring up at them expectantly. “It’s a boy!” they screamed together, throwing themselves into Diesel’s and Mouthpiece’s arms. All of the Jets erupted, cheering and screaming and crying as they clung to one another in excitement. Even those who had been staring at them earlier in the evening couldn’t help but smile at the scene before them now. Rhonda and Dot hurried downstairs and out onto the freezing cold sidewalk to throw themselves ecstatically into Action’s and A-Rab’s waiting arms. “A boy!” Rhonda cheered as Action swung her around excitedly. “Grazi has a son!” Dot laughed as A-Rab held onto her tightly. A little while later, once the baby had been thoroughly examined by Dr. Dupont and cleaned up by the nurses, Grazi and Riff, Jr. were able to start receiving their visitors. “I don’t think they can all come in here at once,” the nurse who had asked for Riff’s name said skeptically, eyeing the large number of guests who were waiting to see the newest member of the Jets. “Please,” Graziella begged, smiling tiredly as she cradled Riff, Jr. in her arms. “Just for a little while.” The nurse sighed, looking up and down the hallway surreptitiously. “Fine. Only for a few minutes,” she insisted, quickly waving the Jets in. The room was immediately filled to the brim as all of the Jets and their girlfriends crowded into the room. The boys had scrounged together what money they had to buy Grazi a huge bouquet of flowers, which Baby John proudly placed on the table beside her hospital bed. “He’s so small,” Diesel commented from where he stood behind Mamie, hands resting on her shoulders. “I mean, I know he’s a baby an’ all, but…” “Hard ta believe any o’ us was ever that small,” Big Deal chuckled, his arm around Natalie’s waist. “Say hi, Riff,” Graziella said softly, waving his tiny hand gently. Grinning, she looked up at all of them. “Might take him a little while ta learn everyone’s nicknames,” she teased. “That’s alright. We got time,” Ice replied with a smile, his arm wrapped tightly around Karen. “He looks like Riff,” Baby John said softly as they all stared down at the little baby in Grazi’s arms, the last piece they had left of their friend and leader. “Shit, man,” Action muttered, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. The nurse he and A-Rab had yelled at had graciously allowed them back inside after Rhonda and Dot forced them to apologize. Within seconds, there wasn’t a dry eye in the hospital room as they all mourned the one person who should be there more than anyone else. The sight of Riff’s son had made all of them come undone. Riff might be gone, but he would live on through this child that he and Grazi had made, this child who brought them all a sense of hope in a world that was sorely lacking it. “We ain’t gotta talk about this again after tonight,” A-Rab insisted as he wiped at his eyes, which made them all laugh. “Alright, you guys, rules are rules. Time to let mommy and baby get some rest,” the nurse told them, popping her head back into the room. “You can come back to visit tomorrow. Maybe in smaller groups,” she added. Everyone gave Grazi and the baby a kiss as they left the room, promising that they’d be back soon and gushing about how sweet Riff, Jr. was. And then it was just Graziella and her son. The room felt strangely quiet with everyone gone, but Graziella reveled in the chance to get to whisper to her baby boy, just the two of them. “Hello, my little love,” Grazi said softly, lifting his tiny fist in one hand and pressing a kiss to it. “I’m yer mommy. An’ I love ya so much. I love ya more than anythin’ in this world,” she murmured, rocking him slowly in her arms. “Yer a miracle. The last gift yer daddy gave me. Yer named after yer daddy, ya know. I can’t wait ta tell ya all about him.” Lowering her head, she pressed a tender kiss to her son’s forehead. “I did it, Riff,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched at his Miraculous Medal with her free hand. “I did it. Our baby’s here. I wish ya were here, too.” She swallowed back the grief that was always just beneath the surface. “But I know ya are. I could feel ya, just like Mamie said. I miss ya, baby. Watch over us, would ya? Watch over yer son.” She wasn’t sure if it was her exhausted delirium, but in that moment Graziella could have sworn that she felt the brush of gentle fingers across her cheek. As she gazed down at her son, his eyes opened and locked onto hers, holding her captive. “Hi, Riff,” she whispered, smiling for them both.

Being a Riffnita shipper isn’t about Anita falling for a racist, violent gang leader (in spite of herself), and it also isn’t about Riff changing himself purely to please her.

It’s acknowledging the similarities between their characters, despite all their differences. It’s about learning to see past the hurt and the mistrust that has been built up between his people and hers because of the systemically racist and oppressive society that will always prioritize his side over hers, will always protect people like him when people like her are either terrorized by law enforcement or neglected entirely. It’s about not letting that stand in the way of love but strengthen it, give it dimension and challenge and hard lessons to be learned.

It’s also just about seeing the humanity in every character, the way that they were originally written, because no matter what horrible things Riff says or does, we see time and again just how desperate and truly alone he really is when Tony tries to talk him out of making rash decisions, and despite how truly good and selfless Anita is, she has desires and fears and is desperate in her own way: desperate for a better life, desperate for independence and happiness. Like Riff, she feels she needs to scrape and fight for the things she wants and for the people she loves, because she actually does!! Riff’s excuse is that he’s poor, he’s a delinquent, and he probably doesn’t believe he has a real future. He oppresses himself while Anita is oppressed by outside forces that she can’t control. And there are also things that neither of them can control, but falling in love and changing, in part, because of that, is not one of them. It doesn’t feel fated like Tony and Maria, and it also doesn’t feel expected like Anita and Bernardo (although their relationship is perfectly fine, don’t get me wrong). Like Tony and Maria they would be crossing the racial/cultural divide, but unlike them they aren’t blinded by the idealism/naïveté of youth, because both Riff and Anita have had to grow up way too fast in their own ways. Making the choice to change, especially on Riff’s part, would mean a huge sacrifice of everything he’s fought for, everything he’s felt like he has to fight against. It would mean him learning to treat other people who don’t look like him like actual human beings and seeing the humanity in everyone, including his enemy Bernardo. He doesn’t change purely because he falls for Anita, in this hypothetical scenario; he changes because there is something in him that has the capacity for change and for humanity.

And if they could choose each other despite their differences, to believe in something other than survival and staying one step ahead of the “competition,” then wouldn’t that be a victory too? Couldn’t that be almost more inspiring than Tony and Maria’s romance, because of how much they would have to change to feel they could be together?

West Side Story 2021 Headcanon

I like to think of Abe as a protective older brother/father figure for Bernardo.  Both men are fearless badasses who refuse to be intimidated by white supremacists.  Abe adores Bernardo and utterly despises Riff.  Being a man of color, Abe is all too familiar with the abuse dished out by racist white men.

Promise on blood

[WSS HC #1]

"Ya ready?"— asked the little boy with the most serious voice as possible. Actually, the situation looked quite funny, if you see from the side. Two boys in the age of six and seven was standing in weakly lightened basement of the Doc's with a knife and some sheet of paper. The text that was written here was:"I Tony and I Riff swear to be brothers till our last dying days. Protect and support each other whatever decision we made. And from this moment we are brothers not only by spirit, but by blood too."

Tony shook the head in agreement: "Ready as I'll ever be" — and then he cut himself with this obtuse rusty knive, that they found on the street. Then he cut Riffs finger and saw the pain in his eyes, even if he didn't want to show this. "Hey, it is okay, it may hurt first, but then it will be alright"— Tony tried to comfort his brother.

— It is okay, just remind me to stay away from the knives

— Promise — said Tony putting his finger on the paper — From womb to tomb

— Birth to earth — answered Riff.

WEST SIDE STORY ROLEPLAY SIGN UPS

So, my friends has a blog called @ask-tony-wyzek and @ask-riff-lorton. Those are the only west side story character blogs (from what i have seen), and yknow, it's getting kind of boring.. so if you wanna be a west story character this is your chance !! This is just for being fun and being silly, the rumble hasnt happened yet and it's just an au where the Jets and the Sharks are just still arguing on whose turf it is. No killing has happened, Tony, Riff and Bernardo is still alive, . And OC's ARE ALLOWED !!! Fanon ships are allowed, Oc x character is allowed too !! just PLEASE dont make it weird/illegal. be logical, a 1-2 year age gap is fine but dont make it illegal. so far we have RiffxTony (im sorry for those who i have offended do not harass me just for a silly fanon ship if you don't like it, kindly scroll this doesnt hurt anybody.) AND THOSE WHO KNOWS ANY ACCOUNTS LIKE THIS OF THE WEST SIDE STORY CHARACTERS PLEASE TELL ME I WOULD LOVE TO INTERACT WITH THEM !!! Jets ( those who are taken have a blog ) Riff - @ask-riff-lorton Tony - @ask-tony-wyzek Ice - Snowboy - Baby John - @ask-baby-john Action - A-rab - Tiger - Joyboy - Big Deal - Mouthpiece - @ask-mouth-piece Gee-Tar - Anybodys - Diesel - @ask-deisel Numbers - Balkan - @ask-balkan Little Molly - ----------- The Girls in the Jets Graziella - @ask-graziella Velma - @ask-velma Clarice - Minnie - Debby - Hotsie - Pauline - Luna - ====================== ( these are all that i found on the Sharks wiki so these not might be accurate, feel free to put your headcanons on these characters ) Sharks (note: who nicknames their friend anxious what???) Bernardo - @ask-bernardo Chino - Pepe - Indio - Luis - Anxious - Nibbles - Juano - Toro - Moose - Quique - Chago - Braulio - Pipo - Julito - -------------- The girls in the Sharks Maria - Anita - @ask--anita Rosalita - Consuelo - Teresita - Francisca - Estella - Marguerita - AGAIN. THIS IS FOR FUN!!! YOU CAN JOIN AS AN OC !! If you have more questions please feel free to go to my ' Ask Me Anything ' or in my dms. !!! Feel free to reblog:)

Headcanons

Riff, West Side Story (2021)

Boyfriend!Riff: Part I

Boyfriend!Riff: Part 2

Boyfriend!Riff (Smut Edition): Part 3

Dodge Mason, Panic (2022)

• Boyfriend!Dodge Mason: Part I

Rip-us-xoxo's 100 Followers Alphabet Celebration!

I've only had this account for less than a month, and we're already at 100 followers! Thank you so so much!💜

For this celebration, I've decided to do the fluff and NSFW Alpabet lists! So send in as many letters you want from either list for any character!

This will end when I hit 200 followers since my hope is to have all of the alphabets done by then, so please give me your input about these characters!!!

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You can either private message me or send your request in my ask box!

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NSFW ALPHABET:

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and yours)

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory. a dirty secret of theirs)

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J - Jack off (masturbatiom headcanon)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N - No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X - X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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FLUFF ALPHABET:

A - Attractive (what they find attractive)

B - Baby (do they want a family?)

C - Cuddle (how they cuddle)

D - Dates (what dates with them are like)

E - Everything (you are my…)

F - Feelings (when they realise that they love you)

G - Gentle (are they gentle?)

H - Hand/hold (how do they hold you? Do they hold hands?)

I - Impression (first impression)

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

K - Kisses (how they kiss)

L - (who said ‘i love you’ first)

M - Memory (favourite memory together)

N - Nickel (do they spoil?)

O - Orange (what color reminds them of you)

P - Petnames (what petnames they use)

Q - Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

R - Remember (their favourite memory of each other)

S - Sad ( how they cheer themselves/others up)

T - Talking ( what they love to talk about)

U - Universe ( a metaphor or quote)

V - Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

W - Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

X - Xylophone (what’s their song?)

Y - You (what you are to them)

Z - Zebra ( what pet they want to have)

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Who I Write For:

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Young!Sirius Black

Young!Remus Lupin

Young!James Potter

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Herrington

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

West Side Story

Riff Lorton

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

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xoxo

I tried pairing my first favorite character (Audrey Fulquard) and my second favorite character (Anybodys) together as a joke and realized almost immediately that the ship actually works insanely well. Audrey could easily fall for a different person in Seymour's place if he passed the incredibly low bar of not abusing her like her string of dickweed partners have. I think of her as technically having the type/standards associated with the stereotypical 1950s protector and provider figure guy but also having her bar set so low that all a guy would have to do to seem like he fits that archetype to a t to her is, like, hold the door open for her (if she hasn't already fallen for someone of course), and this helps to explain the very interesting situation in canon where she wants to live a traditional 50s life but is in love with a guy who would be judged as weak and effeminate by those standards and realistically would not have a place in that type of culture even if he didn't come from poverty.

Anybodys is extremely enthused about fighting for those he cares about and is at least a decent fighter (in the 1961 West Side Story), so he quite literally can and would be incredibly willing to protect her, which means that he kind of is partially her type in a weird way. On his side of things, he is incredibly desperate for any kind of positive social relationships and would practically be willing to die for her after she smiled at him once, considering that he puts himself in extreme danger of either getting arrested or killed for his friend Tony like four separate times and literally begged Riff to allow him to put himself on the line for the Jets (who obviously don't even like him besides Ice.) Plus they would be T4T, which is always nice. In my personal headcanons Audrey essentially has internalized transphobia resulting from thinking that transness is something that's wrong with her and her alone that means she's sick in the head and Anybodys has internalized transphobia resulting from thinking that literally every person who was assigned female at birth desperately wants to be a man more than anything else like he does, so these incredibly different perspectives would be interesting together, and they could help each other work through their issues. (Also the timeline works better than you would think it does because West Side Story takes place in the mid 50s and Little Shop takes place in the early 60s, so they should be around the same age, not that minor x adult ships are bad but Audrey would never do that. Plus if you make the Skid Row of Little Shop East 125th Street, with West Side Story taking place in San Juan Hill, the two stories can take place roughly a 20 minute car ride away from each other.)

I now have a theory that pairings between a person's first and second favorite character are more likely to be good than random crackships because there tend to be commonalities in a person's favorite characters, so I guess let me know in the tags or comments what this ship is for you and what you think of it.

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23, she/her pronouns here! Looking for 18+ rp partners only!

Okay so apparently I’m obsessed with mike faist as riff?? Anyone else have this problem?? Lol I’m looking for a partner who can play riff from west side story (2021 ver) for me!

I cannot double, and i only play as a fem oc. This would be fxm and ocxcanon ship dynamics! Please be comfortable with that!

Please be literate, i write 1-5 paragraphs on the reg and can do rapid fire as well, if we’re in similar timezones! My time zone is EST!

I also love when my partner and I share headcanons, art, playlists, musings and just general banter! Please be cool with talking to me!

Anyways, like this post and I’ll reach out!! Thanks so much!! 🍓🥰

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darks, i remember the day you followed me Vividly because i was sitting in a dark auditorium and i literally could not believe it when i saw your url and i couldn’t stop smiling like an absolute idiot afterwards because i had been admiring you from afar and to have the honor of you as my mutual??? it was too much for me to handle. i kept looking down at my phone and grinning. and now we have like three different verses for jo and riff and i think about them daily. i love reading your messages and rambling to you about our muses and rereading our threads because i have such a love for your writing and characterization and everything you say honestly. i adore your passion for your muses. i’ve said before but i’ll say it again: you are The west side story expert. you have such a strong grasp the era and the psychology of these characters. you don’t just brush them off as something or other. you explore them. you build upon them. you make them into people i can absolutely be convinced exist. i thought i loved wss before but then you came along with all your information and headcanons and just your passion and now i’m writing a muse from it. my heart literally flip flops when i see you on the dash. i didn’t know that was possible! but then we became mutuals and it can. don’t know if anything from this ramble makes any sense at all but i need to gush about you every chance i have. 

FLEUR MY LOVE!

You flatter me, you honestly do. Truth be told I sat there for a long time just oogling your blog because of the love and care you gave to Johanna, let alone Sweeny Todd as a whole. I just fell more and more in love as I scrolled through your blog because Finally, someone else was doing what I wanted to do: look at the musical beyond the entertainment value. You took this musical and said " sure its a slasher musical, but look at its relevancy and how it treats specific aspects of characters and plot lines in relation to what still is going on today. It's more than a slasher, its relevant". I didn't know there was a whole history to the show. LEGIT THE LEVEL OF RESPECT i have for your writing is off the charts. I was blown away. I still am.

and I thought I'd take a chance because I'd gotten a lot of nos when I came to finding writing partners. I didn't think you'd follow me back because I was so enamored by your blog and like, i'm just little me. I got asked several times before to tone down the anti-american sentiments and frequent dashboard rambles about the era's rampant racism( and depicting racism within some of the muses on here), colonialism, and imperialism. i guess its hard to talk about poverty in fiction when so much of it is in real life.

much to my surprise you followed me back and man have i enjoyed the ride. You've stuck around for my hyperfixative rambles and I will always be here for yours because its just so much fun. I think that's what I love about our friendship and writing together most. We have fun! And I look forward to all of our adventures in the New Year, too :)

I'm so glad you came to join me in hell, too. Legit I will follow you anywhere. I'm so glad we're friends :)

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23, she/her pronouns looking for 18+ partners only!

*cries* hi so I’m looking for someone to play as riff from west side story (2021 movie ver, as mike faist is bae) against my fem oc! I don’t double, just to preface.

Please be comfortable with smut! Also no one liners, I’d like my rp partner to be literate as I usually write between 1-5 paragraphs on the reg.

Just to recap, as my partners will message me and end up confused but! This is a fxm and ocxcanon ship dynamic. No doubling.

Please be comfortable with talking ooc too! I love sharing playlists, art, musings, headcanons!! All that fun stuff.

So if you’re interested, feel free to give this post a like and I’ll reach out!! 🍓🥰

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