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pariahsparadise · 2 years

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green-eyed beauty | r. l.

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requests: hi can you plz write a fic about riff being jealous bc he finds out reader had a tiny crush on tony before him?? thanks + Hiiii!! I loved your Riff x reader story and I was just wondering if you could write another one pleaseeeeee <3

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a/n: this took me forever to write and i am SO SORRY. it's also not as long as i'd like it to be, but thank you for the requests anyways! i combined them both, hopefully it's good enough?? i'm so sorry lol. also, you didn't specify the readers gender, so i made them gender neutral. hope that's fine!

pairings: riff lorton x gn!reader

warnings: kissing i guess, mostly fluff

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not, I swear!” You laughed, a little because you were tipsy, but mostly at the incredulous look on Riff’s face.

“Tony?” His eyebrows alternated between shooting high and furrowing, unable to process the fact that you, his partner, used to have a crush on his best mate. “What? Why? When?”

“Uh, I think it was when he used to work at Doc’s? I had popped in just to buy some medicine, but what can I say? Have you seen that man’s smile?” You rambled, oblivious to the deepening scowl on Riff’s face.

“And that hair, he could be starring in freaking shampoo commercials with those locks. Not to mention,” you went on, well past drunk now, “His face looks like it’s been sculpted by the gods.”

“Right,” Riff said sourly, causing your head to snap towards him at the change in his tone, but you were still unable to place the emotion on his face- was it anger? Jealousy? Deciding to find out, you put your drink down on a table to the side of the couch, scooting over closer to him and squinting your eyes to scrutinise his expression.

He simply scoffed, taking your actions as a way of making a move on him, and turned his head away, tilting his chin up to take a large swallow of his drink. Definitely jealous, you thought to yourself, noticing the way his jaw had tightened over the course of your conversation, the way his hand tightened on the cool glass bottle, God, you’re hot when you’re jealous. You realised too late that you had vocalised your last thought out loud.

Riff sputtered on his swallow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to look at you with wide eyes, “I’m not jealous!”

You just giggled at his blatant lie, leaning up slightly to place a series of gentle kisses on his tense jaw, loving the way he immediately relaxed to your touch, the goosebumps you could feel forming against your cheeks as you peppered fluttery kisses on his skin. “Sure you aren’t, Lorton,” you said, words muffled into his body.

“I’m not,” he said, but with a lot less conviction as he sighed, leaning in closer to you. You pulled away from your soft assault on his skin, your hands coming up to gently sweep across his exposed collarbone, finding their way to the hair on the nape of his neck, turning him so he could meet your eyes again.

“Well,” you said slowly, “In that case, wanna know what I thought Tony’s best feature was?”

His shoulders slumped visibly and his eyes looked defeated, but he nodded yes anyways. “Go on.”

He let out a sharp gasp as you suddenly swung one of your legs over his thighs, straddling him, your hands moving to grab the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer to you.

“His best friend,” you whispered, closing the distance between you.

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xriff-raffx · 2 years

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Do Over - Chapter 2

Masterlist Chapter 2: Talking Back

First day and I’m already late. I got an office job, nothing fancy just so I can pay the bills but being late certainly isn’t how I wanted to start off. I start to rush past people on the busy streets, I can see the building at the end of the road. Until I feel my body being sent backwards and colliding with the pavement.

“Hey watch where you’re going,” I say, pulling myself up and brushing off my dress. I turned around to face who I collided with.

“Yer the one who ran into me,” the boy said, matching my annoyed tone. He was taller than me and had blonde curly hair poking out from under his cap.

“Well it takes two people to cause a bump like that,” I rolled my eyes and began to pick up my belongings and shove them back into my bag.

The boy scoffed, “you know I wouldn’t talk to people like that if I were you.” His tone changed slightly and I looked up at him, now towering over me.

“Or what?” I sprang up quickly, making him jump back slightly. “Are you going to keep knocking me over?” I spat at him, I surprised myself with how much attitude I was giving him. Riffs words played in my mind about the gangs in the area but for some reason I wasn’t worried.

I heard a low chuckle come from the boys mouth, “no, I was just saying that you should watch who ya talk back to. Not everyone will be so forgiving.” He turned and walked away without looking back.

I watched him walk away briefly before checking my watch. Shit. I ran the rest of the way to my new work and finally began my shift.

-later that evening-

“Why can’t I go?” Jo whined at me for the billionth time this evening. She was at the sink washing up after dinner, bothering me about letting her go to the movies with some boy she met at school.

I sighed, “because last time you went somewhere alone you needed a gang member to save you” I tossed the dish towel at her playfully and she began to dry.

“I’m not going alone Margaret,” she rolled her eyes. Jo stopped for a moment in thought then put down the plate in her hands and looked at me, “what if he comes to pick me up and then walks me home ?” Her eyes were big and pleading.

“Nope.” Jo’s face dropped. Maybe I’m too hard on her, I guess that would work. I sighed “I’ll walk you there.” I heard a gasp, “and then I’ll come get you after.”

“Thank you thank you thank you” Jo started to jump up and down, grinning from ear to ear.

I took a step forward and grabbed both her hands, “you better wait at the theatre for me” I looked into her eyes “and make sure he keeps his hands off.” I smirked as I watched a blush appear of Jo’s cheeks

“Oh my god, he won’t touch me” she said, pushing me away slightly. “I’m going to get ready” she hurried off to her room to get changed and I laughed at her as she ran.

I wish mama was here to see this. She always used to talk about getting us all dolled up for dates with boys, she hardly got the chance to.

I finished tidying up the kitchen until Jo appeared behind me. She cleared her throat, signalling me to turn around. I smiled proudly at my sister, it wasn’t often that we got dressed up but seeing her in her dress and makeup made me realize why mama was so excited. She looked beautiful.

We grabbed our coats and headed out the door. The theatre wasn’t a far walk, about 20 minutes, so I really didn’t mind taking Jo to her little date. We stood outside for about 5 minutes before a tall handsome boy came into view, he gave Jo a small wave as he crossed the road.

“Okay go away now,” she said quietly to me. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, I’m going. I’ll be back at 11, not a minute later.” I warned her as I crossed the road. I watched from a distance as the boy offered his arm and gave Jo a flower. How sweet.

“Isn’t that cute,” I jumped at the sound of the voice that appeared next to me. I quickly turned to see Riff leaning against the building next to me, smirking like usual.

“Oh it’s you,” I said, turning my attention back to where Jo was standing previously. I watched her walk inside the theatre.

“You’re not here to see a movie?” Riff asked now standing next to me.

I turned to look up at him, I don’t remember him being this tall. I could feel my palms getting sweaty again. “Oh uh me? Uh no” I stuttered. What is wrong with me.

He smiled and let out a small laugh at my response, “oh no?” He took a small step towards me, narrowing the space between us.

“I was just uh walking Jo,” I say, taking a step back as he keeps coming closer. “You know, just in case.”

“In case of what?” Riff smirks in response and I feel my back hit the wall of the building behind me. He places both of his hands on the wall, one on each side of my head. I stared into his blue eyes for what felt like an eternity until a distant whistle made his head snap.

He pushed himself off the wall and grabbed my hand pulling me with him. I looked so see a group of guys headed our way, they were hollering and shoving each other on the walk over. If I was alone I definitely would have been nervous but Riff stood their smiling toward their presence, still holding my hand.

“Maybe I should get going,” I say, pulling my hand out of his grasp. “It's getting a little dark and I don’t want to walk alone in the dark.” I tell him, starting to walk backwards. “It was nice seeing you again.”

“Hey it’s you, with the attitude,” I hear a familiar voice call out, stopping me in my tracks. I look over to see the blonde boy from earlier being shoved to the front of the pack, laughing. I stopped walking.

Riff looked between me and the blonde boy with a very serious expression, “you two friendly or something?” He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, taking a drag with ease.

“That’s the dame I told ya about earlier,” the blonde boy came closer to us with a smile. He looked at me strangely before looking at Riff, who was already staring at him intensely. “I had no idea you knew each other.” He took a step back closer to the group.

“Well we do,” Riff said, stepping in front of me slightly. The gang all nodded at Riff's words. “I got some things to do,” he said, running a hand through his brown hair. I was completely mesmerized by his every move. He took another drag, “I’ll meet up with you boys later.” He nodded at a boy with dark hair who returned the gesture before walking past us. The gang followed behind, going back to making noise like before.

“Wow” I said, more to myself than to Riff. He let out a laugh and stepped closer until I was against the wall again. “So I guess when you said you’re in a gang-“

“I meant I have one.” He spoke, cutting me off. I could see his eyes searching my face trying to read my expressions. I did my best to stay calm and collected. “Are you scared of me?”

“Should I be?” I asked, feeling an odd rush of confidence. I feel my heart start racing as he leans in closer. I can feel his hot breath on my skin.

“A lot of people are,” he whispered. I looked deep into his eyes, they were a storm of different emotions but none seemed to scare me. He saved Jo once before, I don’t think he’d hurt either of us. I looked down at his hand that still held the cigarette and took it, taking a quick drag looking back at him. I exhaled without breaking our eye contact.

“No, I’m not.” My voice sounded stronger this time. I placed my hand in between us, on his chest causing him to smirk and take his smoke back. I smirked back and lightly pushed him off me, “like I said earlier, I should get home before it’s dark.” He let out a laugh as I walked away.

He quickly caught up to me, “Hold on, girly. You ain’t walkin’ out here alone.” His tone turned a little more serious but his usual smirk was back. He slipped his arm over my shoulder and I let him lead me towards my apartment.

The walk was quiet for the most part, I was too distracted by his arm casually slung over my shoulder. I could feel the warmth radiating off of him and I instinctively snuggled into him closer. I didn’t look up but I knew he was smirking at me.

“So, what’s with Mouthpiece?” He asked casually as we began to approach my building.

“What’s a mouthpiece?” I stopped and looked at Riff, confusion evident.

He let out a small laugh, “that’s the name of my guy that seemed to know ya.”

I nodded at him slightly, “we bumped into each other this morning and he told me not to talk back to him”

“Did you talk back?”

“Well, yeah.” Riff laughed at my response and kept walking ahead until he got to my apartment and sat down on the stoop. I tried to hide my disappointment as I walked after him but he seemed to sense the change.

He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read and stood up, placing his hands on his hips. I watched his blue eyes scan me over and I felt myself blush. We made eye contact and he smiled, reaching out and grabbing a hold of me by the waist, he closed the distance between us. I felt my heart rate pick up again being so close.

“I guess it’s goodbye for now, girly girl,” he said looking down at me. “When do I get to see you again.” His voice sounded hopeful, something I wasn’t used to hearing from him.

I smiled back, “Well that depends, will you be walking me later on tonight?”

“Where are you going later?” His brows furrowed as he looks at me, and I feel his grip tighten.

I let out a small laugh, “I’m not letting Jo walk home alone.”

He nodded and I felt his body relax slightly. He looked away from me, deep in thought. He began to move hands up and down my arms rhythmically, it was as if he didn’t notice he did it.

The sun had just finished setting in the sky and the wind began to pick up, howling through the nearby trees. It looked as though a storm was coming.

“What if I hang around until Jo comes home?” He asked looking back to me quickly. His eyes big and pleading.

“I think that’s a good idea.” He smirked and I was hooked.

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a-way-of-forgiving · 2 years

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Can you write some Riff and Baby John fluff?

Before the Rumble || Riff and Baby John (Platonic)

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Ever since he first joined the jets, Baby John was both scared and thrilled by the idea of a rumble. He knew he was easy to pick on because he was little. But the idea of a rumble was so enthralling to him. The rumble with the Sharks gave him the same feeling. Those boys could easy hurt him, they had before. But this was his chance to finally prove himself to the Jets. To show that he was a good fighter and an important member to the group.

The boys all got ready for the fight together. After they said goodbye to their girls anyway. Baby John listened to the others talk, trying to pick up any tips he could. He tried to look tough but anyone could tell he was shaking from nerves.

Riff, being the leader of the Jets, was used to analyzing the behavior of his boys. He was good at telling when someone was scared, any emotions they felt really. That’s why his eyes landed on Baby John, who was slightly trembling.

He approached his younger friend, sitting down next to him. “You’re shakin’ more than a leaf, kiddo. Ya nervous?” He asked, Baby John nodded. “Well, nerves are good. They get ya excited. And, it shows ya care.” He shrugged.

“What if they nail my other ear?“ Baby John asked. It seemed like he was joking, but he wasn’t.

Riff laughed. “They ain’t gonna. Not with all of us there anyway. Plus, it’s a no weapons fight. Ya will be alright.”

“If it’s no weapons, why do ya got a gun?”

The older teen’s expression darkened. “We ain’t gonna use it if we don’t got ta. It’s…a safety thing. If things get ugly, we can defend ourselves. That’s all.” Baby John nodded, although his nerves barely calmed. Riff noticed this of course. “Come on, tell me what’s really bothering ya.”

Baby John sighed. “What if I mess up somehow? And I disappoint ya guys? I still ain’t proved myself.”

Riff rose an eyebrow as he talked. “I’ll tell ya something, buddy boy. We all mess up in our own ways. Every time. Don’t be too hard on yourself. You couldn’t disappoint us. Plus, ya have already proved yourself. You’re a Jet, ya have been for awhile.” He chuckled.

“Yeah? Ya mean it?” Baby John asked hopefully, his shaking stopping a bit.

“I mean it. Everything’s gonna be alright. We’ll beat the Sharks then go home to our girls and celebrate our victory. It’s what we’ve always done. We always come out on top, kiddo.”

#wss fanfic #baby john #riff lorton #west side story 2021 #wss fic

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westsideblog · 2 years

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When Chino met Bernardo

A/N: Had this idea kinda following this little post I made, this was supposed to be more like headcanon/short paragraph but it turned out to be this thing. I also gave Chino a name, hope you enjoy.

I believe Chino didn't move alone to New York, probably with his mom, he knew the first thing he had to was to look for a job since he technically was the man of the house.

He had no experience on anything really, but he was a smart kid, good with numbers, however, most of the jobs on the Puerto Rican neighborhood weren't exactly office jobs and he knew little to no English at the time.

One day he took a chance, some place in New York had to take him in and he had to learn English and he knew he wouldn't learn if he spent all his time with his people.

On his way back home he got lost, he didn't understand the subway maps and he didn't remember which line he took to get there in the first place, to his luck another Puerto Rican boy was going to take the subway that day.

Bernardo had spent more time in New York than Chino and by this point he was no expert in English but he had a certain level of it and while he never really left San Juan Hill, this time he had to run some errands on the other side of the city.

Bernardo saw the look in his eyes, he was lost and alone just like he was on his way to New York before he found Quique and Braulio who took him in.

"Hey tú! A ti, ¿que te pasa?" Bernardo exclaimed earning Chino's attention.

"I don't-" Chino began "no sé usar el metro"

"Come with me" Chino understood what that meant so he followed this guy around.

Once they got on the subway Bernardo kept looking at him.

"I've seen you around" Bernardo told him.

"Mhm"

"Te he visto por ahí" Bernardo repeated in Spanish this time assuming he didn't understand at first "looking for a job"

"Mi mamá y yo" Chino answered "estamos solos por ahora"

"But you never apply to jobs" Bernardo told him.

"I'm not qualified" Chino said "prefiero trabajo de oficina"

"No encontrarás eso en San Juan Hill buddy-boy" he had picked up some phrases and words from the other neighborhoods he had to visit.

"I know" Chino replied "necesito aprender inglés, quiero estudiar también"

It was time to get out of the subway, they were back in San Juan Hill and he still followed Bernardo around, it was at this moment that he realized that they didn't know each other's name yet.

"Go to Doc's" Bernardo told him "the owner, Valentina, te ayudará in what you need"

"Gracias, si yo puedo hacer algo-" Chino shyly said.

"None of that" Bernardo cut him off "estás en Nueva York now go for your dreams"

Chino smiled "My name is Carlos, la gente me dice Chino."

"Well Chino, soy Bernardo" he said "si necesitas algo mis amigos y yo también podemos ayudarte"

From that day Bernardo and Chino became friends, Chino often went to him and the Sharks when he needed something. He hope that his friendship with Bernardo would last forever.

#west side story #west side story 2021 #wss headcanon #wss 2021 #bernardo west side story #chino west side story #wss fanfic

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agir1ukn0w · 2 years

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while i greatly appreciate all the kind/concerned messages I’ve been getting from folks in the wss fandom regarding my shipping of Riff x Anita, if anyone ever questions my judgement on this front (even in the very nice way y’all have been addressing me…..thus far), I’m just going to point them in the direction of THIS bloody fantastic fic:

(I’m not sure if the writer is on Tumblr or what their url is if they are, but hopefully they see this and let me know in the comments so I can give proper kudos to such an incredible work that I wish to god was canon)

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tracingpatternswrites · 2 years

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I was going to get started on my Wolfstar bingo today but instead Riff is taking up all available space in my brain and demands to be written and who am I to refuse.

#fanfic #wss riff #wss fanfic #west side story 2021 #west side story fanfic

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choppedupnotkilled · 3 months

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WEST SIDE OF HORRORS IS DONE

IT'S DONE

YAY

#proship #proshipper safe #lsoh #little shop of horrors #west side story #wss #audrey lsoh #anybodys wss #lsoh fanfic #lsoh au #wss fanfic #wss au #fanfiction #writing #basically it's Little Shop of Horrors except instead of Seymour there is Anybodys from West Side Story #Audrey x Anybodys is actually such a good ship tho #personal post

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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Day 27 of Kinktober: Sneaking Around With Riff

pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader

warning: dirty talk, eating out, getting caught, unprotected sex, violence

Y/N’s POV

Riff and I have been sneaking around for quite sometime but the Jets have been getting suspicious lately of Riff coming to their meetings late or him not showing up when Riff is needed when the Sharks are around the Jets.

I invited Riff to come to a spot that no one knows except for him and I but I want to do something different. When Riff found me, I was sitting on a crate naked with my legs spread out, I can tell he wanted me so bad but he just stood there staring.

“What’s the matter Riff, I don’t bite.” I said in a sweet voice he’s heard before.

“I wish we were married so I can this all the time.” He says approaching me.

“You know that my dad thinks you’re dangerous.” I said wrapping my legs around Riff’s waist.

“And the Jets don’t know about us.” He whispers in my ear.

“But that’s the fun part of it.” I whisper. “You can have me whatever you want, and you can always come to me when you’re having a rough day because I love it when you get rough.” I whisper again while trailing my finger on his body.

“Why’s that doll?” He said making us do nose to nose.

“The way you fuck me, you just go in and out, making me beg but you want to keep going and making me scream and moan until I cum, and then you take control on eating me out. But the way you fuck me, it’s different than you normally do, harder and rougher than usual.” I whisper in his ear.

“Where do you want to go hide and maybe, I can be rough with you.” He smirks.

“Wherever you want to hide.” I say.

Riff looks around and takes us to a different spot then where we not normally go to.

“This is different.” I say when Riff sets me down on a bench in a fort.

“Just want to make my baby feel good.” Riff says going down where my pussy is at.

I feel his tongue inside me, I gasp for a second, I tug on his hair which made him grab my legs so I couldn’t move them.

“I’m about to cum.” I moan.

He moans into me which made me moan again, fuck I need him inside me.

“Riff.” I make him look at me by tugging his head up to look at me. “Just fuck me.” I say.

He smirks and takes his pants off including his boxers off, he so huge. I lean towards him to make him be on top of me so we can make out. He positions himself so can fuck me. He goes in and out of me and I scream and starts to scratch his back, I can tell the Jets are going to make fun of him.

He keeps on fucking me until we hear the cat whistle. Riff and I look where the whistle came from and it’s the Jets, fuck! They found us.

“Well, well, well boys, look what we have here, our leader with a whore.” Joyboy says.

Riff covers me and himself up, but he tries to keep me behind him.

“So this is where you’ve been going to Riff isn’t?” Tiger says approaching us.

“Yeah, what about it?” Riff says.

I get scared so I hold on to Riff’s arm.

“Look boys, the whore is scared.” Joyboy says. The Jets chuckle.

“If you get near her I swear to god I’ll kill you.” Riff says.

“You’re defending the whore but you couldn’t be at the fights with the Sharks.” Mouthface confronts Riff.

“Stop calling me that.” I said.

“The whore speaks, did you blow hi-“ Riff slaps Tiger’s face.

“You son of a-“ Tiger and Riff begins to fight.

I try to hide but one of the Jets tries to grab me but Riff notices so he protects me from them. I find a knife so I hold it to in front of Balkan, Riff takes the knife out of my hand, Balkan looks smug and looks at the rest of the Jets and Riff ends the fight by punching Balkan in the face.

When the Jets leaves, Riff checks my body if there are any scars on my body. I check on his wounds, I help him sit down.

“Thank you for protecting me.” I smile.

“Anything for my girl, can you patch me up? I’ll try to patch you up as well.” Riff says.

I giggle, I try to find something to cover his wounds, I found an old t-shirt and I rip it apart so I can wrap the fabric around Riff’s wounds.

“You’re not a whore, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says holding still for me.

“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too.” I say wrapping some fabric around one of his wounds.

I give a look, I lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back. Sneaking around with Riff has been really fun but terrifying because of the Jets finding out about us but Riff protected me through all of this mess, and Riff knows what he’s doing when he’s in control.

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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

Death Wish

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“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.”

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist x reader #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist riff #west side story #riff fanfic #wss riff #riff lorton #riff x reader #riff imagine

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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

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.

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #riff fanfic #riff x reader #west side story #riff imagine #wss riff #riff west side story #west side story imagine #panic prime #dodge mason smut #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason #dodge mason x reader

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pariahsparadise · 2 years

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riff as your boyfriend hc's

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requested by anon: hi !! you’re like the only person on this app who writes for riff. so i was wondering, if you’re still writing for him and you write hcs, if i could get like a riff as ur boyfriend hcs??

word count: 0.5k

a/n: i wrote this so quick lol, i hope it's okay? i went for gender neutral reader as you didn't specify what you'd like, i hope it still works. oh also, i'm sorry about the ending, i know i strayed away from the topic a little, but maybe this is fine??

pairings: riff lorton x gn!reader

warnings: none? woah is this maturity

even before you and riff were dating, the jets (especially riff) were super protective of you

and once you two start going steady, they only get MORE protective

riff used to make sure a jet would walk you home if he couldn’t make it

but after you two start dating, it’s always him there, 9 times out of 10

riff tried his hardest to keep you out of the sharks vs. jets rivalry, he couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you

and this idiot thought the best way to go about this was to not tell you ANYTHING at all

you had a series of long fights about him disappearing on you randomly, or blowing you off, leaving you to wonder about which ditch he was lying dead in

you lose track of the amount of times you have to show up to val’s, interrogating poor tony about the whereabouts of his best friend

(tony always gives in, you’re fucking scary when you want to be)

the two of you eventually sort things out, staying up all night talking and making up

riff promises to talk to you more, though he knows you’d prefer it if he wasn’t a part of this feud at all

but hey, at least it’s progress

riff always takes you as his date to the dances, no question

and if you don’t know how to dance, he will take the time to teach you properly

low-key, you took longer than necessary to learn

the lessons were so much fun, and the time together made both of you genuinely happy

riff definitely wasn’t complaining about being able to put his hands on you ;)

one of his favourite things to do is watch you get ready

not in a creepy way, though he can’t argue that watching you change your shirt is sometimes the highlight of his day (he can’t help it)

but your meticulous routine is something just so calming to him, it’s a nice change of pace

he swears that he falls deeper in love every time your eyes meet in the mirror, and you give him that sheepish smile

another thing riff loves is playing with your hair

when you’re exhausted, he’ll gently drag you down to lie in his lap, fingers already threading through your locks

you’re asleep in seconds

you and riff don’t go on too many dates, maybe one every fortnight

but that’s okay, because riff comes around your place almost everyday

and if he can’t, he’ll ensure that he at least drops by during one of your breaks at work

even those fifteen minutes of talking are precious to both of you

the two of you love meddling with tony’s love life and pissing him off

you’re always organising double dates to go on

which, to be fair, does not end well for tony, so it’s a little counter-productive

the girl usually gets pissed that he doesn’t pay her the same attention that riff does you

which leaves tony a little baffled

how is he supposed to replicate your relationship with riff? how is anyone?

secretly, tony’s rooting for you guys to get married. so much so that he’s already started his best man’s speech.

he can’t wait for the day he gets to say the words out loud.

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a-way-of-forgiving · 2 years

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Tessie x Baby John HC || The Fever

AN - i’m so bad at titles, anyways. basically early 1957, when tessie came down with scarlet fever. kind of angst but mostly just the jets being insanely protective and worried. Also, mentions of my headcanon of Tessie being Schrank’s daughter!

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The Jets had all gotten sick before. I mean, everyone got sick. None of them were usually serious though. The only case it was serious was in the January of 1957, when Tessie came down with scarlet fever.

Nobody was exactly sure where she got it from. Likely from school. Most of the Jets had built up an immunity to the sickness. But Tessie’s immune system was not as strong as the others. She wasn’t as old as them and she was certainly more sheltered than all of them.

None of them knew how truly sick she was at first. The girls noticed she wasn’t at school one day. And yes, they worried. Only a little though. Tessie got sick a lot, it was never serious. They started to worry on her fifth day of being out. She was gone a whole week. That wasn’t like her. Baby John noticed her absence more than anyone else. He didn’t know what to do though. How to approach her. If she was even okay. And so he went to the girls. Specifically, to Graziella. If anyone knew what was going on, it would be Grazi.

He got no luck though. Graziella said she didn’t know. Not that she noticed Tessie’s absence. She was the oldest of the girls and wasn’t in school. The other girls not in school were Mamie, Mack, Dot, and Rhonda. Well, Dot should have been in school as a senior. Technically she was enrolled but she never went.

Then he went to talk to Velma, who was Tessie’s other closest friend. Velma, unlike Graziella, had the slightest idea of where she was. Which made more sense. Out of all the girls, Velma went to school the most and had the most classes with Tessie.

“Oh, Tess? Yeah, she’s been out. I went ta her apartment ta see if she was alright- but her ma didn’t let me in.” Velma sighed, anxiously fiddling with a ring she wore.

That concerned Baby John. Tessie’s mother would never do that, not to Velma. Her father sure. But not her mother. “Did- did she say why? What was wrong with her?”

Velma’s expression darkened. She hesitated before nodding. “Scarlet fever.” She mumbled. The news scared her. And she had felt horrible for not telling anyone, for keeping it to herself.

Baby John had the same sentiment. His stomach felt like it dropped. “Scarlet fever?” He repeated. While he didn’t know a lot about anything medical, he knew that was serious. And Velma had kept it to herself. “She’s got scarlet fever and you kept that to yourself? Ya didn’t tell anyone?” He slightly raised his voice.

“I’m sorry. I knew if I told, everyone would crowd her. You can’t keep a secret and neither can anyone else. You would stress her out, all of you piling into her apartment like that.” Velma explained.

As harsh as her words were, Baby John knew she was right. And he shouldn’t waste his time fighting with her when Tessie was at home, alone and miserable. “Thanks Velma.” He grumbled before going to Action’s apartment.

He didn’t want to go to Tessie’s yet. He needed someone who could help her. Rhonda seemed like the smartest bet. Sure, Graziella and Mamie were a bit more responsible. But Grazi didn’t know much about anything medical and Mamie got grossed out by sneezing. Rhonda, however, had a lot of first aid knowledge. She was also one of the few girls who didn’t seem fussed over germs. He went to Action’s apartment because he knew Rhonda would be there. She was never at her own place.

Baby John knocked on the door and Action quickly opened it. “Hey buddy boy, what’s troublin’ ya? Ya look like ya’ve seen a ghost.” He chuckled, although he was worried.

“Is Rhonda here?”

“Yeah, when is she not? Rhon! C’mere, Baby John wants ya!” Action yelled into the apartment.

And sure enough, there was Rhonda. She leaned in the doorway, looking at the youngest jet. “Hiya Johnny. What’s up?” She asked.

Baby John hesitated before it all came spilling out. “Velma says Tessie’s got scarlet fever. And I wanted to help her but I don’t know anything. You do though! Or at least more than the rest of us do.”

She stared at him for a second, horrified. “My god, she’s had scarlet fever this whole time? Give me a second.” She walked back into the apartment.

“Hey, kid. Scarlet fever…that serious?” Action asked cluelessly, getting an annoyed look from Baby John.

Rhonda came back out, holding a bag. A first aid kit most likely. “C’mon, Johnny.” She slipped out of the apartment, quickly leaving. Action and Baby John followed her.

The walk to Tessie’s apartment was short. Usually, the Jets never went there. So Action seemed a little nervous. Her father wasn’t too fond of any of them. Yeah, Lieutenant Schrank was a real hardass.

When they arrived, Action practically pounded on the door. And it was Schrank who opened it, looking at the trio. “Uh uh. I don’t want any of you near my daughter, not right now.” He said, shooting a pointed look to the two boys.

Rhonda rolled her eyes before huffing. “Let me and Johnny in, please? I can help her and he really cares about her. Please, Lieutenant.” She wasn’t usually the type to suck up to cops. But she needed to be this time, she needed to see Tess.

Schrank sighed before stepping aside. “Just you two though. I’m serious, Action. I’ve got work.” He slipped past the teenagers, leaving the apartment building.

As soon as he left, Action ran a hand through his hair. “Rhon? Ya want me ta go and get the others?“ He asked.

“Yeah, keep em out here though unless she asks for em. I don’t wanna freak her out.”

Action nodded, quickly leaving. Meanwhile Rhonda and Baby John walked into the apartment. They went down the hallway until reaching Tessie’s small bedroom. Then they went inside.

Baby John had never seen anyone with scarlet fever. Not first hand anyway. Tessie, his dear Tessie, looked horrible. She certainly had the rash the name suggested, concentrated around her neck. Her face was all red, mostly on her cheeks. Her hair, usually in pin curls and looking nice, looked like it hadn’t been washed or brushed since she had gotten sick.

Tessie didn’t notice the two of them at first, she was so weak. Once she did though, tears pricked her eyes. She didn’t want anyone seeing her like this. Especially not Baby John. While they had been friends all their lives, they had only just started dating back in October. She looked up at them, letting out a painful sounding cough.

Rhonda rushed to her side, sitting down on her bed. “Oh, Tess.” She frowned, looking over her. She went through her bag, trying to figure out what could help her. Eventually, she found a small glass bottle, which had a paper label on it. It took her a few seconds before she realized what it was. Lemon oil and coconut oil mixed. She had it because…well better safe than sorry. She had a lot of home remedies. The blonde took a small rag out of her bag and poured a bit of the medicine on it. Then she slowly used it to rub down Tessie’s neck, knowing it would help relieve some of the pain. “Tess?“

“Hm?“

“Do you have any apple cider vinegar?”

“Mhm.”

“Can you tell me where?”

“Left cabinet above the fridge.” Tessie explained before letting out another painful cough.

“Johnny? Can ya bring me that, some honey, and a glass of warm water?” Rhonda instructed.

Baby John nodded and quickly ran out of the room, returning a minute later with what she asked. Rhonda took it from him, mixing in the apple cider vinegar and honey into the water. Another home remedy she knew. It would soothe some of her throat pain.

“Can ya drink this for me, sweetie? Slowly?” She asked, the younger girl nodding.

Rhonda got up and cooked her some soup and gave it to Baby John.

“Why are you-”

“We’re gonna have to wait for it to run its course. It ain’t serious, she should be alright by Monday. Just go in and sit with her. She wants you there more than anybody else.” She explained.

Baby John nodded and Rhonda left the apartment, likely to go sit with the other jets who had gathered outside. He went back into Tessie’s room, sitting at her side and helping her slowly eat.

“Ya really scared me, ya know.” He mumbled, reaching forward to slightly mess with her hair. That had always been a thing between them. Messing up the other’s hair.

Tessie nodded. “Ya probably think I look pathetic like this.” She sighed, her chin slightly wobbling. A sign she was about to cry. Of course he recognized that. He knew her for years, he could recognize any small sign on her.

He quickly shook his head. “I don’t! You’re…I really care about ya. And I don’t like seeing ya like this. But I could never think that you’re pathetic, Tess. Never.” He said, feeding her another bite of soup. Baby John wasn’t the best with romance, with caring about people. But Tessie was different. She brought out a different side of him.

#wss #the jet girls #wss fic #wss headcanon #wss headcanons #wss fanfic #wss jets #the jets #the jet couples #tessie wss #tessie west side story #baby john #baby john west side story #baby john x tessie

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raggelslendy · 2 years

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Riff x Reader: Breakfast

POV- You get your period and Riff shows his loving, sweet side by helping you out.

Notes: Hi guys! I’m not a new writer but I’m fairly new here so I hope this isn’t totally horrible. Welcome to my page and I hope you enjoy!

words: 566

Warnings: Blood, swearing, riff being too darn cute to handle.

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The familiar ache in your lower belly was enough to jolt you out of your sleep. It was either that or the gushing feeling of “Oh shit, I just ruined my sheets!”

You throw the covers off of you and stand up in one swift motion. Sure enough; an angry red stain grinned up at you, soaking up in the sheets. You swore under your breath as you changed your sheets and made your way to the bathroom.

You could’ve sworn you had at least another week before life grew its monthly horns. The ache in your lower belly grew to harsh pangs as they spread to your back.

’Of fuckin’ course you had to bleed through’ you thought, peeling the bloody shorts and underwear off your body. Of all days, this was the one that had to begin awful.

Your boyfriend, Riff, was supposed to be coming over in an hour to go for breakfast. The last thing he needed to be met with was his girlfriend turning into bloody Mary.

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Water droplets slowly dripped from

each bundled strand of hair and you dried yourself off from your shower. It really had a way of waking you up and you got dressed quickly. As you made your way to the door, a familiar pang in your stomach made you groan. Checking the time on your phone, you still had about 20 minutes until Riff would show up.

‘I can go lay down for a little and take a bit of a rest before going out.’ you thought to yourself, making your way to the bedroom.

The pain relievers looked tempting as you glanced at them on your way. You knew they would only worsen your bleeding as they’d always done in the past. Now you were left to deal with the cramps. You’d rather that than an overly heavy flow.

You curled yourself into a ball on your bed in desperation to stop the cramps that beat the shit out of you. You found yourself dozing off.

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A soothing hand rubbed your back and you opened your eyes to see Riff staring back at you, a concerned look etched onto his handsome features.

“Thank god, Angel, ya nearly gave me a heart attack!”

How long were you asleep? You rubbed your eyes and smiled at him. “Sorry, I fell asleep for longer than I meant to. I had some…. issues.. but I’m ready.” Riff stared at you blankly.

“Issues? What issues, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” Your face turned a shade of red and you stared down, pursing your lips to prevent a goofy grin from spreading on your face.

“Wait… Do- Are you- Have- oh.”

You kept your head down in embarrassment but Riff’s rough calloused hands lifted your chin up and forced you to look into his eyes.

He cupped your face with his hand. “Let’s stay here today, girly girl. I’ll make you breakfast, well I’ll try to make you breakfast. How does that sound?”

Your heart fluttered at his sweetness. You leaned in and sweetly kissed him on the lips. “Perfect, baby. Thank you.”

Breakfast consisted of eggs and slightly burnt toast, which he was very apologetic about, but you didn’t care. It was perfect. Riff spent the rest of the day massaging your back and making sure you were okay. You fell asleep that night in the arms of your loving boyfriend.

#wss riff #riff fanfic #riff x reader #riff x oc #riff lorton #riff imagine #west side story #riff wss

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agir1ukn0w · 2 years

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Have you read the West Side Story fic “Fight or Flight”? It has Anita x Riff as the pairing and I have a feeling that you might like it.

Ooohhhhhhhh I haven’t, but thank you sm for the recommendation friend! Would you happen to have a link or the name of the fic writer on ao3?

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dylanobrienblog · 2 years

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I’ll keep it PG and just say -This scene is CRIMINALLY underrated.

Amazing giff made by: @faistncoffman @davidsfincher

#west side story #mike faist #fanfic #fic #fluff #film #riff #mike faist riff #riff lorton #wss riff #wss 2021 #dodge mason #connor murphy

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multifandomworldsposts · 4 months

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I know he's losing in the Kinkmas votes but, if we could get any reader x Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (WSS) I would love it and I know a lot of the fandom would, too. There's very little fics out there anymore for WSS.

Day 10 of Kinkmas: After The Dance With Riff

pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader

warning: hickeys, protected sex, hickeys, riding

Y/N’s POV

There’s 2 weeks until the homecoming dance and I don’t have a date, which I really don’t care if I don’t because I rather stay home anyway watching TV, read books, or do my homework, like I normally do on a Saturday night.

One day, Michael Tamblyn, also known as, Riff, asks me to go to the homecoming dance, which I got so excited about because he’s the kindest and sweetest (to me) boy I’ve ever met.

Yes, I’m in the Jets but the reason why I’m in it because I met Debby in English 1 and she introduced me to the Jets. They told me that another gang name Sharks are dangerous, I’ve met María and her brother’s girlfriend they are so sweet and I try to treat them like they treat me and they appreciate it.

When I met Riff, I fell in love, but I can’t believe that he asks me to go to the dance.

When Riff picked me up we picked up some other jets including their girlfriends. We arrive at the school and the gymnasium looks pretty decorated! Riff holds my hand and takes me to the dance floor to dance. We begin to dance and our friends join in, I feel someone bump into me, I turn my head to see Velma and her date, I get excited to see them and Velma and I do this little hand gesture to each other, Riff turns us around and continues to dance but I’m hugging him while we dance.

I look around and see Tony, I tape Riff on the shoulder and he looks behind him and he sees Tony. We walk up to him and we let him join where the jets are at but he wanted to walk around.

Some of the Sharks come in the gymnasium doors, I already know what’s coming. I see María, I give her a little smile, We made an agreement that we would make little gestures to each other but we will make them not that obvious.

Riff and I kept on dancing and apparently Riff bumps into someone and then it turned into world war three, everyone yelling at each other, Riff screaming at the Shark in front of us and him holding close to me, I wanted to leave but we all hear a whistle and everyone payed attention to whoever blew the whistle.

The judge kept on telling us to behave, have you ever met Riff, he doesn’t behave at all. We do the dance but things go overboard, we ignore his orders so we danced on our own, it was so fun.

After the dance, Riff and I went somewhere, we went to West Point, where people go to make out. When we got there, he gets into the back seat and we start to make out. He gets my straps of my dress off my shoulders and he kisses my neck, I moan. He begins to give me hickeys which made me moan again. I get on top of him and begin to give him some hickeys, he holds me tight to keep me in place.

After a while, clothes on the car floor, moaning in the car, and the car is kinda rocking. Riff is going in and out of me. We’re protected don’t worry! I get on top of Riff and start to ride him. I can hear him groaning, I can hear other people screaming and groaning which makes me go faster, Riff sits up and kisses my chest.

After us making out, we get back home and my parents almost killed me because of the hickeys that Riff gave me but I don’t care, he’s so good to me that I sometimes forget that he’s done that to me before.

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinkmas 2023 #kinkmas #wss #west side story smut #michael riff tamblyn #mike faist #mike faist smut #mike faist x reader #wss jets #wss 2021 #riff wss #wss rp #west side story #riff west side story #west side story 2021 #wss sharks

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