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sl-newsie · 1 year
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Crush: what do I gotta do to make you like me?
Me: talk in a New York accent!
Crush: *huffs* really?
Me: *glares intensely* really
Me: p.s. you get extra credit if you dress like a Newsie
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Seriously, any guy who talks New York-like is automatically on the radar! 😁
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sinofwriting · 1 year
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The Sun Rises - Riff
Words: 376 Summary: Riff refuses to let her out of bed.
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She groaned as the sun hit her eyes, her body after years of waking up as the sun did had never failed her before, but she did wish it would wake her before the sun was up so high or so bright that blinded her when she first opened her eyes. With a sigh, she reaches across the mattress, resting her hand on Riff’s shoulder, before giving it a shake. “Wake up, Riff. It’s time to get up.” He mumbles into his pillow and she gives him another shake. “C’mon we both got work today.” He lifts his head from the pillow, “no.” the word is drawn out. “Yes.” She laughs. He grumbles, but turns onto his back.
Figuring that’s it, she throws the blanket off of herself, ready to get up for the day only for a body to roll on top of her.
“Nope.” Riff says, sounding a little more awake than before. “Riff.” She warns, trying to wriggle out from underneath his body. “We have work, I have work.” She corrects, knowing that Riff could give a crap about going to his construction job on time or at all today. It was Sunday, which meant it wasn’t mandatory for any of the boys to go. “Skip.” He mumbles, brushing his lips across the skin of her neck. “Jenkins will kill me.” “Jenkins, thinks the sun shines out of your ass, doll. I think he could forgive you for missing a measly Sunday.” She sighs, knowing that he did have a point. Jenkins was more sweet on her than any of the others. Reminded him of his granddaughter, she was pretty sure it was she got the job in the first place. “Fine. But, I’m not missing another day for the next three months, Riff.” She tells him, voice stern. “What you say now.” “Riff!” “I’m joking, I’m joking.” He laughs, rolling off of her but intertwining their fingers to keep some contact between them. “Now rest your eyes for a bit more. I’ll make you breakfast when the birds stop singing.” “The birds never stop singing.” “At nine then, when people should actually be up.” She lets out a mumble, but closes her eyes, relaxing further into the bed and into sleeps’ clutches.
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lunamadhatter99 · 2 years
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Taking care of you
I wrote both Riff and Dodge, because I had a cute scenario for Dodge already in mind, but I also wanted to write again for Riff so... yeah. Hope you like it🤞
Chapter summary: And I was wondering if you could do a oneshot with Riff or Dodge about the reader being sick and him taking care of them? If not that’s okay :)
For @Charliedelancey
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Dodge.
Let's make a list, shall we?
Nausea, headache AND vomit... what a wonderful day.
Fuck.
Today was supposed to be a good day: breakfast, shower and a date with Dodge.
He would've taught me how to ride a horse.. fuck.
I have to warn him we gotta postpone it so I grab my phone and call him.
"Hey babe" he quickly picks up the phone.
"Hi" I weakly say.
"Hey hey.. you okay? What's wrong?" He ask worriedly.
"Just.. this morning I woke up and I felt nauseous, my head feels like it would explode anytime and I threw up what I think was also last month meals..I don't think we're gonna see each other today" I tell him.
"Oh baby... don't you worry okay? Just rest, we'll see each other soon. Promise me you would rest" he says sweetly.
"I promise. See you soon"
"See you, baby"
And I hang up the phone.
I decide to make some tea, maybe it would help a little.
In the meantime the headache stopped, thankfully, but I still feel like throwing up anytime.
I go to the couch and just lay down closing my eyes focusing on my breathing and trying to relax.
After a while I hear the doorbell.
What. The actual. Fuck.
Who could be now?
I groan standing up and go to the door.
I smile as soon as my eyes land on Dodge's.
"What are you doing here?" I ask surprised.
"My baby isn't feeling well... what else was I supposed to do?" He asks rhetorically and let himself in closing the door behind him.
"Wh-" I start.
"Nah uh, you now go to bed and I'll make some food" he states walking up to me and moving his hands to frame my face.
"I will just throw it up.." I whine.
"You need something in your stomach, love. No complaints. Go upstairs and lay down, I'll be there soon" he kisses my nose, giving me a small push towards the stairs.
I do as he say and walk to my room to lay down on the bed.
After a few minutes he comes in and sits on the bed with me.
"The soup will be ready in a few minutes." He informs me, stroking my leg under the cover.
"You didn't have to come" I say to him.
"I know" he smiles. "We got a date, remember?"
"And what a wonderful date this is" I sarcastically reply.
"Well.. let's see: I'm with you, you can't get away from my cuddles and I get to take care of you... I'd say it's pretty wonderful" he explains.
"I..." I'm speechless.
"See? Can't argue, I'm right" he says proudly.
"Fine" I say trying to hide a smile.
"Good girl. Now rest and I will fetch your lunch, my lady" he dramatically says.
"Thank you, kins sir" I reply.
He just smiles and come up to kiss me sweetly.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
Riff.
My head is killing me...
My stomach is killing me...
Just my luck..
I promised Valentina I'd help her at the store, so here I am, hiding my pain ad much as I can.
"You sure you're okay, querida? You look pale" Valentina asks me worriedly.
"Yeah.. I'm fine" I lie.
"If you meed to go home, go. No te preocupes, okay? Don't worry."
"I'm fine" I lie again.
She sends me a sceptical look and just goes downstairs.
While I'm cleaning the counter the doorbell jingles I look up and roll my eyes seeing Riff entering the store.
"You know you can't be here" I tell him.
"Hi to you too, beautiful" he replies.
"Hi"
"You're okay?" He asks.
"Yeah" I say quickly.. or way too quickly.
"You're clearly not" he states. "Come, I'll walk you home"
"I'm fine. It's nothing" I tell him as I keep cleaning, avoiding his stare.
Then all of a sudden I feel my head spinning like crazy, I have to grab the counter to keep myself standing.
"It's clearly not nothing." He says, he's worried, I've never seen him this worried.
"I'm... I'm fine" I weakly say.
"Yeah sure and I'm a billionaire. Where the witch, I'll tell her I'm walking you home" he asks, already heading for the basement.
He comes back soon after, followed by Valentina.
"Ay ay, mi niña, go home. I can manage today" she reassures me.
"I'll send Tony to help. Is that okay?" He asks Valentina, who just nods.
"But.."
"No buts" Riff cuts me off "Let's go"
He gently grabs my arm and lead me out of the store, heading home.
After he made me lay down, he made tea and brought it to me.
"You're burning, pretty girl" he says touching my forehead.
"You always say that" I try to joke.
"True. But this time literally. Give me a second" he says getting up and walking round the bathroom.
He comes back with a wet cloth, that he put on my forehead.
"There" he says and slightly caresses my face.
"Why are you so worried?" I ask.
"Isn't it obvious? I like you, a lot. Why else do you think I come to the store this often?"
"To annoy me" I guess.
"Yeah.. also that, but that's because you look cute while mad" he says with a grin.
He gently grabs my hand stroking my knuckles.
"So.. what do you say.. would you let me take care of you?" He asks, hope filling his eyes.
I look at him and I see sincerity.
I smile at him.
"Yeah, Riff. I'll let you take care of me"
He seems surprised, but leans down to press a small kiss on my lips.
"And... when you get better... I hope you'll let me take care of you I'm other, more fun, ways" he says with a smirk.
"You're the worst" I slightly push him and he laughs.
"Oh as if you never thought about it" he jokes.
I laugh.
"You're denying!" He exclaims.
"Maybe" I say.
He smile at me and kisses me again.
"Try to sleep. I'll be here the whole time if you need me" he tells me.
I smile and close my eyes trying to get some rest, knowing he will take care of me... in any way apparently.
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Riff x artist!Reader Chapter 3
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Notes: sorry guys.😭 I wasnt feeling that great in the last weeks, thats why it took me so long to write a new Chapter. I m trying my best, Friends.✨Hope you like it. Stay Hydrated, love Mai💗
Warnings: bad grammar
Desperate about what had happend to my painting, I sat on the fire escape and pondered. I had to find a plan as quickly as possible. Preferably one that could still work out today. It was already in the afternoon. The sun was shining between the skyscrapers of the city. I saw mrs Murphy lugging her groceries across the street, talking to the janitor of the building across the street. She was probably spreading the latest gossip she had heard at the market. I found myself thinking about Riff again. I had heard his name before - I was convinced of it by now. Maybe mrs Murphy had talked about him once. I thought about how she would spread gossip about me and Riff. I would much rather have that, than stories about me and Tommy of whether or not we were engaged.
Only now the stories about me and Riff were not even that unrealistic. I thought with horror that Mrs Murphy could have found my drawings. If that had happened, then I was as good as dead. My father would probably lock me up in our apartment for months and John would lock up my stuff, or worse, throw it away.
John couldn't stand it if I had feelings for a jet. Or any gang member. He's dreamed of seeing me and Tommy together for too long. Nothing could stop him. Sometimes I think about what I would do if women had the same rights as men. I wouldn't be here anymore. Maybe I would travel around the world, or wear pants. But these kind of thoughts were pointless.
I thought I had reached a new low point of the day, when suddenly I had an idea.
John really wanted me and Tommy to get together. That was for sure. So what if I just played along.
"Brother, I have a question. I know I've already been to docs once today. But is there any way I can go there again real quick? I'll be back in 15 minutes I promise."
" I don't think so. I don't like you spending so much time there. Those gang boys hang out there a lot. That's no place for a young lady like you."
" I know, I know John. But you know I've been thinking about it and...I'd like to ask Tommy out.“ i tried to sound as honest as possible. „ And he's coming to see you tonight. So I thought it would be nice if I got him his favorite chocolate from Valentina. He really likes it and I would love to have a present for him. He is always so generous to me. Please John."
"If that's the case, then thats fine with me. I'm glad you finally fancy him. I've always said you'd make a beautiful couple. But be back in time."
I really hoped he didnt notice my fake smile. The idea of me and Tommy as a couple was too horrible. Nevertheless, I could not help but rejoice. If I was lucky, the painting was still where I had lost it.
I walked through the noisy streets of new york. Past the paperboys on the street corner. A confident look on my face. A bag in one hand. The other one was nervously playing with the hem of my skirt. A habit since childhood. Father had always hated it. He said that my insecurity could be seen from miles away. Besides fidgeting was nothing what a young woman in my social rank did.
Fortunately for me, Valentina had not yet closed. Without thinking further, I went into the store. At first glance it was dark and no one was to be seen. But I heard voices coming from the basement. It had to be Tony and Valentina.
"They will be with me soon," I thought. I was overwhelmed that I was so lucky again. There was no one in the store, which meant I could search intensively for my picture. Without having to find a stupid excuse like "I dropped my pearl earrings" . This thought made me smile.
I went to the table where I had been sitting in the morning. This was the last time i Hand Seen my painting. But instead of my drawing, there was only a pack of cigarettes. The box was almost empty. Only one cigarette was still in it. Dark blue paint was stuck to the side of the box. I took it in my hand to have a better look. Even though my brother and father had the habit of smoking, I had never held such a pack in my hand before. My brother said it was not something suited for me. Just like alcohol.
I had always kept to the rules of the two men, but in this moment the feeling of curiosity overcame me for the first time. What would happen if I would not keep to these rules. But before I should continue to think about whether I should dare to smoke a cigarette or drink a sip from the gin bottle that stood on the top shelf of the kitchen, the door opened behind me. Without giving it much thought, I put the pack of cigarettes in my pocket.
Standing in front of me were Tony and...
Not Valentina. It was Tony and Riff. The two were still engaged in their conversation. Neither had noticed me.
"Come on Tony, it will be fun for you to dance again. And please let me know if you find out anything."
Nervously I started playing with the hem of my skirt again. I wanted to stare at the floor but instead I looked at him again. As if we were the only two people on this planet. He had a beautiful laugh. One of those laughs you always want to hear. His whole face was beaming.
He turned his head a little to the side. With his left hand, unnoticed by Tony, he reached into the bowl next to him.
"Would he look at me? Would he know it was me who had drawn him like a madwoman in front of the store. Maybe he'd say something to me..."
The thoughts just bubbled in my head. I had the feeling of completely losing my mind. I didn't even know this young man! What was i thinking?!
„Yeah, we'll see. And hey, Riff! Don't steal milkyways again." Tony tried to take the candy out of Riff's hand. But Riff was faster, he turned around and ran past me without giving me a glance. I didn't realize what had happened until the door had closed behind him and Tony had said my name out loud several times.
The rest of the day felt numb. I bought the chocolate for Tommy and asked Tony as uninterested and normal as I could about the drawing. But Tony just gave me a knowing look and told me to ask Valentina about the drawing. Tony definitely knew more than he wanted to say. He had probably found the drawing himself. Normally I would be freaking out now. Or start asking Tony about every detail he knew. But the disappointment that Riff hadn't even noticed me, had already triggered a different feeling.
Lost in my thoughts, I walked home. I hadn't been feeling this low in a long time. Now I had to go on this stupid date with Tommy. And my excuse was pointless. With my head down I walked along the street. Not knowing that on the other side, across from docs, an excited young man was walking up and down the road. In the small pocket of his ripped shirt, was a carefully folded sheet of paper.
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Kisses and Near Misses (Riff x Reader) Part 13
Summary: Change isn’t always instant. It takes a painfully long time to make something better and it is immediate when it comes to hurt.
AN: This is Ending 1. There will be an alternative ending.
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Sitting on a bench and staring into the near distance had taken up half an hour of Y/N’s early morning. His leg bouncing was clearly irritating the duty officer, but he said nothing to stop it. The same officer did very little to reassure Anita as she almost tripped down the stairs, her hands too busy containing her grief to balance against the bannister. Her dress retreated into her coat as she sat down to fill in paperwork, Sergeant Krupke at least pretending to give a damn about her when handing her a pen.
“We’re ready.”
This new officer didn’t ask if Y/N was. Given the option, he never would have been. But he was the only one available to identify the body. Anyone else would have been arrested on the spot. He didn’t even know until now that, as soon as he had hit 18, Riff had changed his next of kin from his estranged mother to his “roommate”. 
As he passed near Anita, Y/N wanted to apologise, but nothing spoken could have offered any comfort. Not even the worst part was that he really meant it because he could have stopped all of this if he’d just followed his gut. As he passed by other officers, Y/N wondered which one of them would have found his tip-off just moments too late.
The coroner was covering up Bernardo at the further end of the room. It struck Y/N that this was the closest he’d ever been to the Puerto Rican boxer, and the closest he would ever be again.
There was one other body in the room. An identical white sheet covered it.
Whoever described the dead as eternal slumber was a cruel poet. There was nothing that would be like sleeping. Riff’s body was stiff, his chest hauntingly still. No quiet snore as he tried to find a comfortable position followed by a sigh once he’d found it, he just lay there like a mannequin and just as pale. His lips were blue. His hair was limp over his brow, now free from the burdens too heavy for the young man. He looked so calm. Calmer than he had been in over a month. It was all wrong. 
Y/N was only allowed three seconds to nod in confirmation before he bent over, hands on his knees, and began retching against his palm.
“Into the bucket,” muttered the officer, forcing him over said bucket. But nothing was coming up.
The sheet was hauled back over Riff’s face. But he was still there, no hiding it any more. Desperate for no tears to spill, Y/N coughed to try and bring back his voice, but for now he could only rasp: “Can you give me a moment alone please?”
The coroner and copper filed out, though Y/N could hear that they were just around the corner. No privacy for his grief, all of this life slipping through his hands and he still couldn’t say a damn word. The only thing left to do was cover his mouth then touch the same fingertips to Riff’s cheek. They did not linger, he ripped back with a gasp at how cold his boyfriend’s body was. 
Anita was not in the precinct anymore when Y/N was permitted to stand at the front desk. He accepted Riff’s possessions in a sealed bag: his bracelet, his necklace, his claddagh ring, and the rest had been taken for evidence. Images flashed of his shirt sliced open and stained, his switchblade stained in someone else’s blood. That blank canvas of an expression replaced the grin that Y/N saw before Riff left their apartment for the final time.
“We still have some questions to ask you,” Officer Krupke asked once Y/N had signed over Riff’s body to be cremated. 
“Not now, please.”
“I’m afraid it’s going to be now.”
“My b- My best friend is dead. Give me a moment, please!” Y/N said around the blockade on his grief. “An hour, that’s all I ask.”
His Irish lineage benefited once more from the corrupt police department. Before leaving, he scrubbed at his hands in the restroom, trying to get that chill off his body before it crawled up his arm to reach the rest of him. 
His legs beelined out the station and down a familiar route. He knew where they’d be. He could still give them up if he wanted to, but what good on this Earth would it do now? 
Anybodys passed him by, not quite hiding fast enough before he was forced to deliver a guilty expression. But Y/N didn’t stop to hear his apology; it wasn’t that kid’s fault. The unexpected return of Anita two minutes later was stalking away and clutching her handbag. The back of her dress was torn open, the zip stuck on the fabric. Three other white women were crying and leaning on one another in front of the store. In the background Y/N heard one of them call his name. Grazie. Her trembling fingertips, red nails chipped, brushed one of his tears away before she and her friends vanished around the corner of Doc’s. Through the iron gate and the neon windows, Valentina was berating with a quiet anger the suddenly ashamed Jets. 
Y/N’s numbed mind put things together very quickly and it was with disgust he stared at the Jets when they finally noticed him there with their snot-ridden faces. Diesel opened the door for Y/N to step in but he stayed where he was.
“I thought maybe I’d find some comfort in his family. I was wrong.” His arm pulled itself away from Diesel’s tainted touch reaching out for it, “Don’t fucking touch me, you pig.”
The journey back to the apartment, it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Lieutenant Schrank himself dared to come to the flat within the hour, after all that false imploring from the Jets and he came.
“We have to ask you those questions now.”
Monotonous and monosyllabic replies filled Schrank’s notebook. Protecting Riff’s legacy blended with Y/N’s honesty and he didn’t care if it helped or hurt the investigation. What was the point? Bernardo was dead and Y/N wasn’t sure how he would feel if he was alive. Queries about this gun Riff had purchased combined with Y/N calculating his ferry fare. The retching started again at the question about when Riff had left for the last time, and that bile lingered on his tongue beside the metal of blood from inside his sore nose.
He was mentally deciding what to sell and what to pack back to Ireland when a gunshot whipped them out of the interrogation. Lieutenant Schrank fled the kitchen, his departure well-timed with a second shot fired. Ten seconds later, Y/N stood up and closed the window. Fishing it out of the evidence bag, he slipped the ring onto the chain before he wound it around his fingers and sought out his pyjamas.
Riff’s coffee mug was still on his bedside table, from this morning. A mouthful was missing. Y/N buried himself, deciding not to change clothes after all, among his own bed covers. Not one part of him could bet on how he would react to Riff’s belongings in that tomb. He tried to remember the previous morning, nearly twenty four hours ago. It felt so far away. The cuddles, the wishes of good luck, the promise to celebrate like kings, all of it was like a dream slipping through his fingers upon waking.
He wanted to block out the noise of the city carrying on without Riff behind those windows. He squashed the pillow beneath his ear but lifted his head when he found a bar of chocolate. On the paper was scribbled a note.
Save a square for me. Riff x
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thel0v3hashira143 · 2 years
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hot take but riff from west side story is an asshole and doesn’t deserve sympathy 
you can like the actor but the character’s actions are downright racist and unforgiveable in my opinion :/
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misguidedswagger · 2 years
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angst requests plz 🙏🏼🙏🏼
i have a couple rec’s in my inbox but they were intended to be fluff, so…i don’t wanna spoil those for whoever requested them
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lovingmusicalmen · 1 year
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Riff + "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?? x
I rewatched WSS today and ngl it feels good to return to writing Riff
Still accepting blurb requests! - Open to new characters!!
Fluff 5 - " I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn"
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"You know, normally people actually... you know dance at a dance, girly girl."
Y/N smiled shyly at her friend. Riff had come over to where she had huddled herself into the corner of the gym, hoping to let the eyes of her peers pass over her. She should've known Riff wouldn't be able to do that, considering it was he who had spent the better part of the last few weeks trying to convince her to take a night off of work to attend the dance.
"I'm just having a drink," Y/N lifted the cup of punch to emphasise her point. Something fluttered in her chest at the slight eye roll it garnered from Riff, who folded his arms and leaned against the wall beside her.
"Well I'm sure by now you're nice and hydrated and ready to take the dance floor by storm, right doll?" He teased, eyebrows raising.
Y/N chuckled, forcing herself to look away from his eyes, determined not to get caught out staring. It was just... it was rare to see Riff in a state of such - for lack of a better term - cleanliness. Y/N was used to seeing her friend covered in paint or dust from his scuffles with both his fellow Jets and the Sharks.
And the jacket he was wearing this evening didn't have a single hole ripped into it. A shocking feat, if you were to ask Y/N.
Basically, what she was trying to say was that Riff cleaned up well. And Y/N wasn't really sure how to respond to that.
"I don't have a partner," Y/N denied, pretending to find something particularly interesting about the wood patterning of the gym floor, tracing the lines with the toe of her shoe. Anything to avoid the disbelieving look Riff was directing towards her.
"That's a load of horseshit," Riff finally burst out with a scoff. Y/N risked a glance at his blue eyes just in time to watch him roll them yet again. "I'm right here, girly girl. Aren't I?"
And... yes. Y/N supposed Riff was right there. For almost a month now she and her childhood friend had been skirting the borders between friendship and... something more. Stemming from a night of too much stolen beer, where they had ended up stealing away from the Jets - not overly secretively, if their whoops and hollers were anything to go by at the time - and Riff had pressed her up against a wall in an alleyway and-
Well... Y/N could feel the heat crawling up her neck at the memory and she suppressed a shiver.
Since then, things had changed between them. Riff would walk her home from work more often, he'd pull her onto his lap when they were talking, he'd wind an arm around her waist if he thought she was getting a little too comfortable with any of the other Jets.
A couple more stolen kisses here and there, too. But Riff hadn't said anything. Hadn't done anything to indicate that he actually wanted something more than... the casual-more-than-friendship thing that they had going on.
At least, that had been true up until he had started harassing her about coming to the dance. And if the intense look he was giving her was anything to go by, Y/N was getting the feeling that had been Riff trying to make it.. something official.
Though, Y/N had apparently taken too long to formulate a response to Riff's blatant invite. Because the leader was clearing his throat, pushing himself more upright and it was he avoiding her eyes now. Y/N could have sworn she saw a dusting of pink across his cheeks.
"Or - I mean I'm sure any of the Jets would dance with you if you asked. No need to have one partner."
Riff went as though to move away, but Y/N reached out to catch her fingers in his sleeve before he could get too far.
"I didn't mean it like that," she whispered. Riff cocked his head to the side, questioning. "I do want to dance with you, Jet Boy. I promise. It's just... I don't really know how to dance?" She offered, forcing herself to meet Riff's eyes.
A slow smirk made its way across his face, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he showed his amusement. And then Riff plucked the cup out of her hand, placing it on a nearby table and presenting Y/N with his hand in a dramatic flourish that had Y/N grinning.
"It's never too late to learn, girly girl."
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pariahsparadise · 1 year
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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
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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 :)
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mike--faist · 28 days
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can we have more riff headcanons? maybe some spicy/smutty ones too?
I was worried this wasn't smutty enough for the smut club but I gave all that I could with an impending migraine but if you would like a part 2, let me know, or even a headcanon for for another character Part 1 | Part 2
The first time the two of you were ever intimate was after your third date.
You had told yourself that he was only going to walk you home, that he wasn’t coming inside, but somehow, someway, you found yourself entangled with him in your bed.
It must have had something to do with his lips sucking on our neck, and how you could feel his cock pressing into your leg through his jeans.
He just has this alluring semblance about him that you cannot resist.
And boy, did he find you just as compelling. From the moment the two of you met, you were the only thing he could find himself thinking about.
And he loved to think about you, especially when he was alone, with is hand wrapped around his cock—
When he cums, he has to be holding you. When he’s taking you from behind, he pulls you up so your back is flush with his. When he’s on top, he nearly collapses so he’s lying right against you, his face buried in your neck.
You’re obsessed with the sounds he makes.
Mostly soft moans, where he’s biting his lip to keep quiet. The only time he’s ever worried about the noises is if he knows some of the boys might be meandering around the apartment. Though a part of him enjoys the idea of them hearing how good he makes you feel.
Riff has a voyeurism kink.
Which explains why he seemed content with fucking you in front of the boys at that abandoned warehouse party.
There have been possible talks about a threesome with Ice, but Riff knows his jealousy will get in the way.
But he also can’t get the thought of you taking it from someone else while you suck his cock out of his pretty little head.
One night, you, Riff, Rhonda and Action went to the drive-in, and by the end of the night, all four of you found yourselves in the backseat, straddling your boyfriends, riding them into oblivion.
Riff’s favorite place is between your legs. It’s the perfect way to start the day if he’s being honest.
He loves to fuck you, but he also loves to be fucked.
The moment you take control, it’s all over for him. He will do whatever you say.
You once gave him a blowjob behind the bleachers at the dance.
The Jets have nicknamed you both “the rabbits”.
You fucked on your rooftop on multiple occasions.
Riff is a softy when he wants to be. On your one-year anniversary, he kicked all of the boys out of his apartment so he could have you over, and happily fuck you wherever you pleased.
But, that boy does love to make love to you. He swears he cums the hardest that way.
He loves to have you close, even when you’re riding him. He has to be touching you in some way.
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auspicious-manner · 2 years
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Hi! You’re such a fantastic writer!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where Riff survives the rumble, but needs medical attention and the reader is there to comfort him. (If it’s not too much to ask) Thank you!
thank you! i appreciate it so much ❤️ i love writing for my boy riff
fem reader x riff
warnings: injury, talk of wanting to die/death, weapons
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Death Wish
“happy rumble day, Y/N,” riff said excitedly as he came out of Y/N’s small bedroom and into the kitchen where Y/N was preparing breakfast in the middle of the afternoon.
“you know i’m not a fan of this, riff.”
she kept her back to him, and he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around the tops of her shoulders.
Y/N was the complete opposite of riff. she wasn’t even sure how she fell in love with him in the first place. they had opposing views, as she was constantly promoting peace between the two gangs in the city. but, they did have something in common. Y/N was outspoken, and brave, and stood up for herself. she was a good girl who liked bad guys, because bad guys brought out a fiery personality in her. and riff fit that definition perfectly.
riff squeezed Y/N’s body a little tighter. “come on girly, you know me. i’m going to be safe. those sharks can’t lay a finger on me,” he said quietly, kissing the back of her head before stepping away.
“i know you, you can hold your own. that’s not what i’m against. i don’t like the idea of this rumble in general,” she stated.
riff’s calm demeanor was growing into an impatient one. “it’s necessary. this is our turf, and no one gets to come into this city and steal what we worked so hard to build.”
Y/N noticed a complete switch in his tone. he went from being sweet to being sharp all in a matter of seconds. she turned around to find riff’s cold eyes fixated on her own.
she walked closer to him, and he looked down at her. “the sharks can’t steal land that was already previously stolen.”
riff frowned, his accent getting thicker with every word. “we were here first.”
“were you?” Y/N replied sassily.
riff’s playful side smile came back once more. “why are we arguing? i love you, and you love me, and you’re making me breakfast,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/N couldn’t help but fall into his trance. “we can agree to disagree.”
she rolled her eyes. “fine. that’s not going to stop me from trying to prevent this though.”
“i know it won’t.”
Y/N went back to her spot at the stove and continued to cook the meal. she finished it up, and split it into two for both her and riff. they sat down together at the small table, awkward silence thick between them.
“what time do you have to go tonight?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“it starts at midnight in the salt shed,” he replied.
“are you worried?” Y/N questioned quietly.
riff shook his head. “no. the sharks can’t do anything to me and my boys. we have the upper hand.”
she knew it was better to stay quiet than fight riff again, so she silently nodded her head and continued to eat. eventually, they finished eating and they cleaned up their messes.
“i’m going to go out, gotta see my boys before the big night,” riff said, smiling to himself. he stepped closer to her. “i’ll see you tonight, right?”
Y/N nodded. “yeah, i’ll meet you before you go to the shed,” she said back, her voice almost monotone.
riff rested his hands on her hips. “good,” he replied before placing a loving kiss on her lips. “see you later.”
he excitedly ran out the door, and Y/N watched as her one love walked out of her apartment to go make the most stupid decision he’s made yet. which, considering the amount of dumb decisions he’s made, truly says something.
she didn’t have the greatest feeling about tonight. maybe that was just because she was prone to excessive worrying. regardless, something didn’t feel right about what riff was doing. she tried her hardest to ignore the gut feeling that was making it’s presence known.
Y/N tried to keep herself occupied for the rest of the afternoon. her anxious thoughts kept her from going anywhere, so she decided to release her crowded thoughts into deep cleaning the entire apartment. it was long overdue, and she figured keeping busy would help calm her racing mind. by the time she had completed her task, it was nearing six o’clock. she decided to go out and meet riff at his jets group spot in the city.
she took a walk in the cool summer air as the sun began to fall behind the skyline. she arrived at the spot, and her quiet footsteps alerted baby john.
“riff, you’ve got a visitor,” he stated, causing the rest of the jets to flick their eyes to whoever it may be.
riff rounded a corner, and Y/N took notice of his appearance. he looked like he was ready for war in his vest covering his cream colored shirt, and his icy eyes widened when he saw her. she wondered why riff was so surprised, until she glanced down and saw a gun in his hand. he quickly slid his hand behind his back to hide it.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked almost frantically, stepping closer to her. every few steps he made, she would take a step back.
“riff, why the hell do you have a gun?” she asked, her voice cracking. “what do you think you’re going to do with it?”
“it’s just a precaution, darling,” he reassured, trying to calm her down. she shook her head. “the sharks are bringing heat, so i gotta bring heat.”
“oh yeah? and what happens if you get hurt? you and your boys are going to shoot them? what if they take your gun and shoot you?”
“that’s not going to happen, Y/N, i know what i’m doing,” riff said back, dropping the gun and finally approaching Y/N. he held her shoulders tightly.
“please riff, don’t do this,” she said in response, her eyes brimming with tears.
riff sighed. he considered it, but eventually removed his hands. “i’m going to bring it, but i won’t use it. okay?”
Y/N wasn’t happy with that either, but she nodded nonetheless. she felt a little bit better knowing riff wouldn’t be using it.
riff kissed her forehead. “the boys and i are goin’ out soon. i’ll see you when the rumble is over, yeah?”
“yeah. i love you,” she said quietly, resting her head on riff’s chest. his calm heartbeat immediately relaxed her. he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“i love you too, girly. it’ll be over before we know it.”
Y/N left, not sure what to do with herself in the meantime. she decided that since she wanted to be awake when riff came home, she would take a short nap back at her apartment. she walked home without a sound, and immediately went to her bedroom and went to sleep.
before she knew it, her body shot up out of bed and she checked the clock on the wall, which read 11:30. she paced around the room a little bit, and came to the conclusion that she couldn’t wait at the apartment for riff to come home; she had to see him.
Y/N threw on a sweater and hurriedly walked out the door, running down the streets to the salt shed. she kept a close eye on her watch, knowing that the rumble would start at midnight.
as she approached the shed, she heard the familiar sounds of footsteps down the pavement, and she spun around a building to hide from the jets. she held her breath as she watched the boys prepare for war and wait outside the shed. riff didn’t look like the sweet boy she knew and loved, he seemed almost animalistic.
then, right as her watch showed her that it was midnight, the boys walked in, and she knew the sharks had arrived. Y/N made her way closer to the shed when she knew the coast was clear, but on her way, a figure ran past her vision.
she tilted her head, and ran closer. that’s when she saw anybodys trying to get into the shed.
“anybodys!” she whisper yelled, catching their attention.
“Y/N, what are you doin’ here?” anybodys asked, catching the closing shed door.
Y/N ran up to the door. “i’m here for riff.”
Y/N always liked anybodys. she knew riff and the rest of the jets wouldn’t let anybodys in the gang, and quite frankly, they treated him like garbage. if Y/N caught this behavior, she would try her best to put a stop to it. anybodys was a great friend to her.
“it ain’t safe for you here!” anybodys whisper yelled back.
“i gotta be here, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i wasn’t.”
anybodys finally gave in, and together they slid under the door and gently closed it, hiding together behind a pile of salt. not long later, the door began to make noises from the outside, as if someone was trying to get in.
Y/N and anybodys sunk further down, until tony and chino slid their way under the door as well. she knew tony didn’t want the rumble to happen just as much as she did.
her eyes then stayed fixated on riff. Y/N could see from a mile away the reckless abandonment that was ever present in riff’s demeanor. he was prepared for anything.
“why are they talking so much?” Y/N asked to herself quietly. then, she watched as riff slid tony his gun. at least he was keeping his word.
they all talked more and more, and tony shared some words with bernardo. she couldn’t make out what was being said.
then, bernardo sent a punch to tony. Y/N gasped, and covered her mouth. tony didn’t fight back. bernardo flung his fists repeatedly at tony as the sharks and jets simultaneously yelled.
tony quietly said something to bernardo, and a full out brawl started between the boys.
“i can’t watch,” Y/N whispered, not being able to pry her eyes off the sight in front of her.
tony pinned bernardo and sent punches as the boys roared. then, as bernardo was nearing a blackout, he stopped. Y/N knew tony didn’t want to fight. he stood up and saw the outcome of what he was doing.
Y/N looked away for a split second, and when she turned around, bernardo and riff had knives in their hands and were eyeing each other.
“oh dear god,” she whispered. her face went pale as she watched riff.
she could tell riff didn’t want to do this anymore. there was fear in his eyes that wasn’t there before. bernardo and riff were afraid of each other.
they swung around the knives like it was choreographed. tony caught riff, leaving his back open for attack from bernardo. Y/N felt like yelling to tony to let him go. riff struggled to get out of his grasp.
then, he freed himself and turned around right into bernardo’s knife, which impaled him in his upper leg.
Y/N screamed. she didn’t care if she was caught at this point. she heard anybodys exclaim her name, but her world went silent. she came out behind the salt pile when she saw riff fall to the ground. tony took the knife and in return stabbed bernardo.
Y/N gasped again and took a step back. the room froze, confused as to what had happened. in a matter of seconds, two rival gang leaders lay injured on the ground, one being sprawled out dead.
Y/N ran into the action, and her footsteps alerted the group. their shock didn’t last long, for red and blue lights began to shine in through the windows.
the boys scattered, and tony backed away slowly, realizing what he had done.
“Y/N! tony! we have to go, now!” anybodys yelled trying to stop Y/N.
she ran to riff’s side and bent down next to him. he was still alive, but losing a lot of blood.
“Y/N… w-why are you here?” riff asked quietly.
“don’t talk about me, i’m here to help you, okay? we’re going to get you out of here.” she rested her hand on his cheek, and riff gently held her wrist.
“i can’t walk. you can’t get me out of here yourself. besides…” he took a deep breath in. “you’ve got company coming. you need to go now, Y/N.”
she began to cry. “i’m not leaving you riff,” she looked up to see anybodys ushering tony out.
“anybodys, tony! help me get riff out of here!”
tony left, and anybodys hesitated before running to riff’s side to help Y/N.
“Y/N, don’t do this. you’ll be caught,” he said again.
“you’re an idiot if you think i’m going to leave you here to die,” she fired back. she took off her socks and quickly tied them into a makeshift tourniquet to wrap around his leg. the pair stood him up on his good leg and he wrapped his arms around Y/N and anybodys’ shoulders, and together they hobbled out of the shed just in the nick of time.
anybodys and Y/N guided him into an alley not far from the shed, but far enough to stay out of the eyes of the police. they laid him down against the wall as he faded in and out of consciousness. “stay with me riff, please!” Y/N said as anybodys sent her a look. “thank you anybodys, i owe you one. i can take it from here,” she said hurriedly. anybodys nodded before running off to find tony.
“i’m going to fix you up, okay?” she told him frantically. luckily, she brought her purse which contained gauze, alcohol, and tape.
“y-you’re not a nurse,” riff said quietly.
“i know i’m not, but i’m not going to leave you alone to die. i can’t.”
she used the tourniquet around his leg to dab up the blood after untying it, and then she took the alcohol out of her purse and poured it over the wound. riff grimaced and squeezed Y/N’s arm tight.
she finished it off by wrapping it in gauze tightly and taping it down. “this won’t last you long, you need stitches.”
“we gotta wait until the heat dies down, Y/N. they’ll know this is from the rumble,” he pleaded.
“riff, we can’t wait any longer. that gauze can only hold you off for so long. i know the people that work the emergency room, they know i don’t get involved with the rumbles. it wouldn’t make sense for me to even be at the rumble. trust me, i know what i’m doing. they won’t know a thing.”
riff rolled his eyes, complying with the plan. Y/N helped him stand, and they hobbled a few blocks away to the nearest emergency room.
they walked in, and immediately the nurses took action. they took riff back and got to work on fixing his wound. Y/N knew them, for her mom actually used to work with these ladies in the same emergency room.
“how did this happen?” one of them asked, writing on a clipboard. riff looked to Y/N for an answer.
“um…he was getting ready for the big rumble tonight. when him and one of his gang members were practicing, he accidentally jabbed him in the leg before the rumble even began,” Y/N said, hoping the excuse was good enough. “riff just now decided to tell me.”
“he wasn’t at the rumble?” the nurse asked. Y/N shook her head.
“looks like your buddy got you pretty deep there. Y/N did everything right though to take care of you,” one said to riff, peeling away the soaked gauze to unveil the wound.
“we’re going to go get the equipment we need to fix him up,” another said before all of them piled out of the room.
“i don’t want to get stitches,” riff said as Y/N pulled over a seat next to him.
“you would have died, riff. it’s kind of a miracle you’re still here. the stitches are going to save your life.”
“what if i didn’t want to be saved?” riff said loudly, causing Y/N to be taken aback.
“what?” she questioned.
riff avoided eye contact. “why do you think i wanted you to leave me there? my death wish was obvious to everyone but you, Y/N. i kept it from you because of this exact reason. i always knew the outcome of today, i was supposed to die.”
tears formed in Y/N’s eyes. “riff, i-”
“what do i have to live for? tony’s no longer a jet, i’m losin’ my territory, you deserve better than me, so what do i have?”
Y/N took riff’s hand. “you have me. i don’t need anything better.”
riff finally made eye contact with her. he squeezed her hand back, and tears formed in his eyes as well. “you’ve been there for me more than anyone else, and here i am treatin’ you like shit.”
“i don’t care, riff. i’ll always love you regardless of anything. i love you more than you’ll ever know. i couldn’t bear to lose you today.”
riff smiled and rested his hand on Y/N’s cheek. “i don’t deserve you.”
the nurses came back in and gave him pain medications while also numbing the area around and in his wound to prepare to stitch it up.
“i’m scared, Y/N,” he said quietly. she went to the free side of the bed and took his hand.
the nurses quickly stitched him up, and riff pressed his eyes closed the entire time. he held on to Y/N’s hand tightly.
“all done!” the nurse said, stepping away from the bed. “we’ll keep you here for a while longer to monitor you and make sure everything is okay, but you should be able to leave later tonight.”
they thanked the nurses and Y/N and riff were left alone again.
“thank you for not giving up on me,” riff said, admiration in his eyes.
“i would never.”
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sl-newsie · 11 months
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Cool Your Jets- Ch. 3: Let’s Dance (Riff x newcomer)
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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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When We're Alone
A/N: 18+ Smut based on request
"Riff smut plz!!! (Maybe the reader being one of the Jets little sister)"
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I arrived at my building and immediately recognized the sound of The Jets. As I climbed the stairs to my apartment, their hollering became louder and I groaned in frustration. Diesel told me he was working at the auto shop late tonight, why are they here? I open the door, slowly looking around, my eyes land on a small group of rowdy boys standing around my kitchen table. When I walk closer, silence fills the room as they turn to stare at me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask pointedly, looking from one to the other before looking at Riff, their leader. He’s sitting at the table, casually with his legs propped on the chair next to him and a tooth pick in his mouth. 
“We’re waitin’ on yer brother, girly,” He leans back further into the chair. 
“Well, you’ll be waitin’ a while,” I say walking past them to the fridge, pulling out a jug of lemonade and pouring myself a glass. “He’s workin’ late,” I turn back to face the group, “There’s really no point in you all hangin’ round.” I mumbled the last part, hoping not to anger them.
Mouthpiece lets out a loud groan, “Yer kiddin.” He turns his attention to Riff, “Can we go now?” he sounded like a whining child. 
“Yeah,” A-Rab shouted, “She said he’ll be late.” The boys started to get worked up again, all shouting over each other. I attempted to get them to quiet down, but of course, they ignored me. Until Riff stood up, silencing them all.
“Alright,” he spoke slowly, taking the toothpick out of his mouth. I watched as he locked eyes with Ice briefly before giving a nod. “Roll out, boys.”
I watched as they began to file out the door, running down the stairs, the yells starting to become distant. All of them, except Riff. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw he had returned to his earlier position at the table. A lump grew in my throat, as I felt his stare.
“Mind if I wait here?” His voice was much softer than when I had heard him speak earlier. Not knowing what to say, I nodded back quickly returning to my lemonade. “Sorry about them,” he gestured towards the door.
“It’s fine,” I sigh out, “I’m kind of used to it by now.” I rolled my eyes and he smiled back. He had a beautiful smile that lit up his face, he looked like he wouldn’t hurt a fly when he smiled but I know better than that. I realised I was staring and quickly shook myself out of the trance. I watched his smile turn into his signature smirk, as he stood up from the table slowly.
“When did Diesel say he’d be home?”
“He didn’t,” I croaked out. My eyes went big at the sound of my voice, I had really hoped I wouldn’t sound nervous. I coughed, pretending to clear my throat. “Just that it’ll be late.” I stood up a little straighter, trying to recover from my little hiccup.
“I see,” Riff slowly began to walk towards me. “So it’s just you and me tonight,” he spoke lowly and I felt his hand lightly brush against my waist before resting on my hip. “Hows about we have a little fun?” He looked down at me, mischief reflecting in his eyes and I watched as he lowered his gaze on my body.
I was used to this side of Riff, whenever we were alone he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Not that I mind at all, he’s gorgeous. We always had to be careful though, Diesel would kill me if he knew I was foolin’ around with one of the Jets, not to mention the leader. I looked Riff up and down, returning his smirk before turning away and walking towards my bedroom. He quickly followed me, closing the bedroom door behind himself. 
“I don’t know how long we have,” I said while slowly unbuttoning the shirt I had on. He nods at my words, but he’s too distracted by my body.
“Better get started then girly girl,” he replies smugly. I take off my top, revealing a red bra and Riff groans to himself before closing the space between us. “You sure you weren’t expectin’ someone? You’re lookin’ real sexy.”
“This is nothin’,” I say gesturing to my bra, doing my best not to blush. “Besides The Jets always come on Fridays and yo-,” I realize what I said and freeze, stopping mid-sentence.
“Oh really?” Riff wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in even closer. He clearly caught what I said. “You mean to say, you get all dolled up for me?” His lips were on my neck in seconds, kissing and sucking lightly. I moaned quietly at the contact and I felt him smirk against my neck. “Jump,” he mumbled, as he moved his hands to my thighs. I did as he said and he caught me, wrapping my legs around his torso. 
His lips now crashed onto my own in a wave of passion. I felt him walking me over to the bed before dropping me on it. His eyes, now dark and filled with lust, racked over my body. I felt his hands grip my skirt and rip it off in a matter of seconds, my panties were gone next. I propped myself up so I could see him better, his muscles glistened from sweat with each movement. I smirked to myself as I watched him frantically remove his clothes. His hands returned to my body, slowly making their way up my legs, I knew Riff was doing it on purpose.
“Riff,” I moaned, “stop teasing.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, in a playful manner. I watched as he slowly lowered his face to my pussy, maintaining eye contact with me. 
I gasped as I felt his mouth leave kisses around my folds. His tongue moved expertly on my clit, rubbing small circles and earning a moan from me. A shiver ran through my body, feeling him suddenly blow onto the sensitive area. My hands grabbed his hair and he let out a grunt, burrowing his face into my pussy deeper. My legs began to shake as I got closer to my climax, I couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure.
“I’m so close, Riff,” I moan out and I feel him stop abruptly, pulling himself up to a standing position. I sat up, watching his every movement, mesmerized by his beauty. 
“Not yet,” he said sternly, yanking off his boxers. His cock was already hard and looking at it made my mouth water. I instinctively licked my lips, looking up at him, waiting for approval. His smirk reappeared, “ya wanna suck me doll?” I nodded back in response. “How about ya suck me and then I pound that pretty little pussy?” 
“Yes please,” I moan back in response. I grab his member by the base and slowly insert him into my mouth. He lets out a quiet moan as I take in his length, putting his hands in my hair. I feel him start to push my head further into his cock, making me gag slightly, the feeling making me wet. I let out a moan on his dick and I feel his grip on me tighten. 
“Just like that,” He moaned, “be a little slut for me.” I moaned again at his words and hollowed out my mouth, starting to deep throat him faster. I moved my hand to his balls, massaging him lightly, earning another moan from Riff. 
“That’s enough,” he practically growled and pulled me off of him, pushing me back onto the bed. He lined his cock up with my opening, thrusting deep into my pussy. I moaned as he quickened his pace, digging my nails into his back. My moans turned into screams moments later and I did my best to match his movements.
I could feel my orgasm nearing, and I threw my head back in pleasure, Riff’s name spilling from my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him impossibly closer to me. He leaned in, connecting our lips again sloppily. I bucked my hips into him, and he moaned into my mouth before lightly biting my lip. I came hard on his cock, a small scream of pleasure escaping my mouth. Quickening his pace, Riff quickly filled me with his cum before pulling out. 
We stayed in bed for a moment before the sound of the door made us both jolt up. I started to fix myself, making it look like I was sleeping. Riff scrambled to his feet, putting his clothes on in record time before heading over to the window. He looked at me then back and the window, pausing briefly. Within seconds he was right in front of me, placing one last kiss hungrily on my lips and then dashing right back over. He sent me one last glance, giving me a wink then slipped down the fire escape.
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lunamadhatter99 · 2 years
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Told you.
Part 1
Okay yeah, this is my first ever fic, with Riif because at the moment he's my love.
Summary: Y/n is the daughter of a rich couple, she should be living the best life, right? Not when her parents are bigots too interested in other people’s opinions than their own daughter. That's why she prefers the company of Sharks and Jets.
She basically doesn't want to take any parts and yeah.. that's pretty much it.
Sorry, not very good with summaries and stuff😂
Hope you guys like it🤞❤
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Another day, another bruise..
"shit" I think as I look in the mirror.
At least today it's not very visible, I mean it's under the eye, yes, but at least I think I can cover it with my hair somehow and, hopefully, Anita won't notice. She's been my best friend since she arrived in New York, she also found me that job with her as a seamstress (she also taught me everything she knows). But sometimes she acts too much like a mother, that's why I don't want her to see the bruise.. I don't want her to worry too much.
As I try to fix my hair as best as I can I don't notice the time basically flying.
"Shit!" I almost scream. I'm late.
I grab my purse and walk out, successfully avoiding my parents, they already did too much this morning with that bruise.
I walk down the street heading to the west side of Manhattan, which is more home than my parents'.
In order to arrive on time, or at least not SO late, I try a short-cut by the basketball court. Usually it works.
As I walk down the alley, right by the court, I see a figure appearing at the end of the alley.
"Not today, c'mon" I think, as the figure of Action comes into the view.
"Well, Hello there, going somewhere,  aren't we?" He asks me.
"Actually yes, i'm just trying to get to work on time, but apparently I'm gonna be late" I answer dryly turning around to walk in the opposite direction, unfortunately blocked by another Jet, Mouthpiece.
"You're right, princess" he told me.
"C'mon guys" I tell them as I slowly back away, with the intention of taking the alley in between.
As I turn to walk that way, my way is once again blocked by the leader of the Jets himself, Riff.
"So eager to run away from us?" That infamous smirk always on his face.
"Well, I have to work and-" I answer looking him on the eyes.
"Why do you even bother working? Aren't your parents like.. rich? High-society kinda shit" Mouthpiece interrupts me.
"Oh yeah right... sorry if I want to earn my own money and stop depending on those assholes" I answer him with a fake smile, without breaking eye contact with Riff.
"Why working with those puertoricans though?" Action's suddenly to my left.
I finally break the staring contest with Riff to look directly at Action "because I like it and they're my friends" I answer as if I were talking to a child.
"They're stealing our territory" Mouthpiece intervenes again.
I turn my head to look at him now, but I feel Riff's intense stare still on me.
"They're not the ones stealing your fucking home, how many times do I have to tell you? If only you guys collaborate instead of fighting each other.. you don't even have to like one another, just stand each other for fuck's sake"
"You keep swearing like this I'm gonna fall in love" Riff speaks again.
I raise an eyebrow at him and we get back at staring at each other.
I didn't even realise I was backing away till my back hits the gate of the basketball court and Riff put his hands on either side of my head, slightly trapping me.
"I'm late for work, guys" I try one more time.
"We just want to talk, you're one of us after all, pretty girl" Mouthpiece appears on my right, too close for my taste, but I say nothing.
Instead I turn my head towards him "oh no no, I'm none of anything here. Those people are my friends too so.. don't count me in your useless fight, thank you"
"Didn't your daddy like your dress or what?" He reply.
"What?" I ask confused.
"That bruise under your eye" he points out.
Fuck.
I sense Riff tensing up, I refuse to look at him.
"Don't you guys have stuff to do?" He asks his friends.
"C'mon, Riff we-" Action starts but is interrupted by Riff's order.
"Go!"
They reluctantly walk away.
When they're completely out of sight Riff stands up straight looking at me.
"Are you gonna tell me what happened or should I assume the worst? Which let me say, it's usually very close to the truth" he puts his hands on his hips, waiting.
"Well, he still doesn't like the idea of me working" I answer turning my head at him, but still not looking at his face.
"He doesn't want you to work with a puertorican?"
"He doesn't like me working. Period" I tell him "or me wearing pants, or me going out with 'not elite people'... let's say he doesn't like me"
"Asshole" he says.
I look at him, at last, and a small laugh escapes me. He smiles at me, not the usual smirk.. no, a genuine smile.
"You know I could help you, if you-" he starts.
"I don't want you to get hurt, Riff"
"Pff..I can handle it" he replys.
"Oh baby boy, you only act like your so tough, you're strong and brave, sure, but there are some things bigger than you" I grab his hand to five it a quick squeeze, but he interlocks his fingers with mine pulling me to him.
"I just want you to be safe" he looks me in the eyes.
"Then walk me to work, so maybe I won't be so late..  since you guys hold me back"  I drop his hand and I start walking.
He laughs.
"I want to hold your hand"
"Aaww you're not going soft on me  now, are you?" I say smiling.
"Only for you, but don't tell the rest" he walks beside me.
"Promise"
"But seriously, I'm tired of this play, I don't like it when the others flirt with you"
"Why? The big Riff has a crush?" I tease him.
"You wish" he answers.
"No, you wish" I laugh.
We talk for a while and soon we arrive at destination.
"Thanks, Riff" I say running on the other side of the street "behave... please!" I scream at him.
"Never!" He reply.
I finally enter the store, fixing my hair again walking to the back where Anita should be.
Hopefully she won't be too mad.
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keerysfreckles · 29 days
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will you accept requests of mike faist characters? love uuuu
i will!!!!!!! in my mike faist era HEAVILYYY literally love him with all my heart 💌
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Kisses and Near Misses (Riff x Reader) Part 15
Summary: Breaking trust is so simple. Building it back up takes time, commitment, and a mutual agreement. 
AN: I won’t be writing anymore Riff stuff, but I love Mike Faist and his acting so if you have any of his work’s you’d recommend/want me to write for, let me know! If you have a rip of his run in Newsies, and you’re interested in trading/sharing, also hit me up in my DMs.
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Chapter content warnings: references to canon-typical racism, open but somewhat happy ending
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The Consequences
Your name: submit What is this?
Shaking his hands over the sink, Y/N checked his reflection and turned, almost colliding with Manolo. Breaths sharpened like knives, backs tense, they both held themselves firmly in place. This was the first in a long time that the two had been alone together. 
“I’m sorry about when I pushed you at the dance,” Y/N blurted out.
Manolo blinked, his big arms folding into a protective barrier, “You’re kidding, right?”
“I shouldn’t have done it, it was rude and wrong of me. You don’t have to accept my apology.”
“You don’t have to tell me what to do, gringo.” 
Animosity acknowledged, and grateful that Manolo was saving his punches for the gym he worked in, Y/N ducked his head and swiftly exited the community centre’s restroom. His still damp hands dug deep into his trouser pockets to hide the shaking.
It was the first neighbourhood dance since the attempted Rumble. As expected, things stayed very much segregated on the part of the dancers. Tense stares and glares were shot from one side to the other, but they stayed on their chosen sides and wondered in their own heads: who rumbled the Rumble? Probably and unfortunately, when Maria and Tony left for the countryside like they had planned, the snide remarks would go back to being public as opposed to behind backs. Speaking of which, Maria and Tony were dancing together at the edge of the hall. Other eyes from both sides were on them, but the young couple did not care at all. They were completely in their own world – something that Y/N wished he had of his own.
He didn’t know why he was there. He didn’t want to dance, not even when Graziella tempted him with the band playing his favourite. For her and Roisin, he gave one song apiece before sitting down on the bleachers and counting down the minutes for an appropriate exit.
A sudden scuffle of feet at the centre caught his attention as he sat on the bleachers. Diesel and one of the Sharks had clearly collided and all around them were feeling the ripple effect, holding a collective breath until the two men and their respective partners had moved far, far away, and without a word. Everyone involved directly or otherwise took a long time to get back into the groove that had carried on without them. 
Not waiting for them to find their footing, Y/N left without saying goodbye to his companions. They would know where he’d gone anyway: around the corner to spark a cigarette.
It was the only thing that had brought him some peace since Graziella offered him one the other night. A long exhale freed itself from his lungs just as the door to the disco bounced open.
Riff stepped out with the flashing lights from down the hall illuminating his fresh blue shirt beneath its jacket. His hair swapped with each colour change until it settled under the yellow glow of the lampposts.
“Hey,” He said, not flinching at the sudden smack of the door closing behind him.
Y/N swallowed, “Hi.”
“Thought you hated smoking.”
The cigarette twiddled between his fore and middle finger before he took another drag, “Needed to clear my head.”
“Me too.”
Y/N’s back found the building’s brick wall with a grunt, “How’s your arms?”
“Fine,” and Riff leant against the same wall. A metre’s worth of smoke dissipated between them when Y/N busied his teeth with his cigarette. Vibrations of the dance continuing inside created a polyrhythm with Y/N’s heartbeat, the dissonance throwing off his attempts to remain chilled.
“No one else knows you were the rat. I don’t see the point in tellin’ em.”
“…Good.” Ash dribbled onto the ground beside Y/N’s left shoe. “How did they take it?”
“I think they were relieved, after what nearly happened. But now they don’t know what to do with themselves.” Riff looked back at the path back to the dance, as if he could see inside all the Jets with their anger and their desire to change an impossible situation trying to carry on. “Bernardo said the same thing about his men.”
“The man has more patience than I thought. Figured he would have gone after Tony more than a few times now.”
“Family, I guess. Can’t hurt Tony without hurting Maria.”
“What a conundrum.” Y/N watched the smoke instead of making a jab about Bernardo having straight priorities. 
“You know, if I woulda died in that Rumble, then I woulda died. End of. It meant something for the Jets, kept the fight alive until we got our place in this city back. That’s what I wanted: a home for us, not just the Jets. That’s what was supposed to happen! But you destroyed that. For them and for me.”
The cigarette fell to the floor, stubbed out fast.
“I need you to hear this. Not just dismiss it then carry on like I’ve not ever asked for you to change.” And Y/N used this position on the dead cigarette to pivot towards Riff for the first time in this conversation. “You are worth more than dying alone in a salt shed, for turf, and same goes for everyone in those salt sheds - Sharks included. You could all be so much more. I never asked for you to do that, because anywhere with you was home. You say you dying would have continued this stupid war? Then, if I was given a second chance, I would do it all again.”
Riff blinked several times. His half-moon eye seemed misty, in a veil of foggy tears. Before Y/N could let it influence him, or things took a turn for the less civil, he finished their conversation for them both:
“I’m sorry that I broke your trust. But I’m glad that you are alive, and I hope to God that you all continue leaving each other alone.”
Y/N’s heart couldn’t risk anything besides a nod before he began to make his way back to the apartment. Twenty paces later, a clatter of running footsteps and a hand on his shoulder stopped Y/N in his tracks. The owner? Riff who was panting a little but managed to speak quite clearly.
“Gotta get you back safe and sound.”
An olive branch, weathered by their conflict, and offered by Riff of all people. Their own truce until they parted again, for better or for worse, hung between them as they walked to the apartment. No humming or singing, just the beat of their marching feet led the way. And if those steps brought them a little closer together, so be it. The butterflies were still there. Instead of a few flutters at a new crush, it was the insistent flapping about Y/N’s thoughts that they were together again – even if it was just for the walk home. So, he didn’t dare question Riff coming into the apartment block, up the stairs, into the apartment, poking his head through the ajar door to his bedroom as he removed his shoes.
“Where’ve you been staying if you don’t mind me asking?” He said, hoping he wasn’t acting like Riff was a stranger in his own home.
“Around,” Riff said, still looking in his room, “Jets take care of their own.”
“Your name is still on the lease. You can always stay here if you still want it.”
“Would you stay or be somewhere else whenever I was here?”
“I don’t know.” Y/N did know. It was an unfortunate habit: hiding his true feelings. A habit that he was still trying to break. “I think I would stay if we talked about it. Listened to each other no matter what for once.” 
“We took our sweet time doing that,” Riff said through a sniff. His tone was not mocking; it was low with brutal honesty. The benefit of hindsight was a hard pill to swallow. His feet swung with pretend casualness as he walked back into the kitchen, the table between the men with both their chairs tucked neatly underneath. Like ice cubes in a warm drink, Riff’s voice cracked as it emerged.
“Y/N, I think...”
Y/N’s chest burnt all in its butterflies, burning up his lungs as he waited for Riff to speak again. His hand on his chair anchored him in the present. Any interruptions he thought to make were foiled before they were even considered by his voice box, because if this was it, he would not ruin it more than he already had.
“I think-” Riff paused to clear his throat, his breath heavy as lead. “I think we could find our home again, if we could forgive each other.”
With a wavering stare, Y/N managed to say through the lump in his throat, “That’s the thing, Riff. I could try forgiving you for hurting me, maybe you could try forgiving me, but I didn’t try to stop you until you were in direct danger. I didn’t care about anyone else until I was in a cell with all those people involved. Not just the Jets and the Sharks, but everyone trying to get us out. I have to get past that.”
“You said I could be more. That means you could be too.”
“I see you starting to change, with the truce. You’re really trying. And I can change too. But right now, us talking about forgiveness doesn’t mean anything until we actually do something about it and I can’t do anything about it right now. It’s just words thrown around without any action.”
Riff nodded, his Adam’s apple bouncing hard before he spoke again, “Better than a punch though, right?”
A short laugh jumped out of Y/N’s jaw in spite of him nearly crying, “Yes, definitely.” Before he exploded into tears, he said, “I miss the bones of you. It’s gonna take a while for me to get where you are, that’s all.”
Riff seemed to accept this without looking at Y/N, backing away to twist the doorknob to his room as he said, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
As he tucked himself in that night, Y/N tried to keep his hopes under the covers with him. His tears spilled out onto the pillow, draining into the cotton sheets with all of his energy spent on missing Riff. How long could he spend in this limbo, healing himself? Nowhere near as long as it would take to heal the community from the harm he’d enabled. His fingertip was still running laps of the arrow on his forearm. 
His hopes came flying out around the room with the bedcovers pushed to the end of his bed. The light went from slitted between the door and floor, to blinding Y/N who almost collided with the restless Riff - framed by its dull bulb hanging in the colourful lampshade. His half-moon eye was amber; the blue transformed into  turquoise and burst with the same idea that Y/N had. But Y/N was distracted, his hands touching the scars on Riff’s arms that sliced the lady in half and broke his arrow. 
“I let you go so many times. I let you get hurt, and all those people.”
He lost his breath as he and Riff took his head in his hands, speaking with direct eye contact, “You never asked me to do this. This is my fault, not yours.” His cheek planted itself back on Y/N’s temple as they swayed in the hug. “I’ve been staying with Tony.”
“And Valentina let you?”
“He vouched for me. And convinced me to talk to you.”
“Remind me to thank him later.”
The clock hanging in the kitchen chimed midnight, each ringing of the bells a lighthearted toll for the new day.
“It’s tomorrow,” said Riff hoarsely. 
Y/N agreed as he pulled out of the tightness but stayed in Riff’s space, “It is.”
His finger drew a line from Riff’s ear to his chin, pinching it softly and tilting their foreheads together. The men reintroduced their lips in a temporary farewell embrace, their rings turned with the hearts pointing at their wrists and hopefully a better future.
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