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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

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Fluff 5 - " I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn"

"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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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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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.”

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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.

#riff smut #riff west side story #wss jets #smut #riff imagine #mike faist #mike faist fanfiction #west side story #wss #riff lorton #riff wss #riff fanfic #riff x reader #wss 2021 #west side story 2021 #wss riff

[lunamadhatter99]

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

[raggelslendy]

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.

/////

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.

———

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.

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[raggellion]

Morals: Riff Lorton

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Notes: Sorry if I don’t update that fast.

Warnings: Sexual assault, violence, swearing, explicit smut

Update: This used to be a Y/n story but I decided I’m going to change the name to Lily, so if you see any stray ‘y/n’s that I forgot to edit out, please lmk. Thank you so much and enjoy!

Chapters

Chapter 1 ✔️

Chapter 2 ✔️

Chapter 3 ✔️

Chapter 4 ✔️

Chapter 5 ✔️

Chapter 6 ✔️

Chapter 7 ✔️

Chapter 8 ✔️

Chapter 9🔜

Chapter 10

Lily!!!

I’m still undecided on the amount of chapters that will be in this story. Any amount that you see written on here isn’t certain, it just helps me plan out. Thanks and enjoy!

#riff wss #riff raff #riff x oc #riff fanfic #riff west side story #tony wss #valentina west side story #anybodys wss #tony wyzek #wss riff #riff lorton #mike faist riff #riff imagine #riff x reader #west side story

[captainlunaxmen]

hey loved you riff fic from your old account. Will you be counting it. No rush

Hey, love, first of all, thank you for reading it♥️ I'm so happy to hear there's still someone liking WSS🥰

Secondly, what do you mean by "counting it"? English is not my first language, so maybe I'm not catching immediately what you mean, sorry love😅 let me know, please ♥️♥️

#riff imagine #west side story #west side story imagine #mike faist #mike faist imagine

[agir1ukn0w]

Riff: She could make me better.

Anita: I could definitely make him worse.

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 1: Dread on Arrival

(Part 2)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #jiang fengmian #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #Yungmeng Jiang Training Arc AU #MDZS AU #The AU name for this idea is something I am 100% willing to change if someone has a better one. #There will be at least 2-3 more comics so *please*. Ideas and feedback welcome. #The core idea behind this AU is that LWJ goes to study with the Yunmeng Jiang sect instead of JC and WWX going to Cloud Recess #But why? Well I imagine Lan Xichen set it up to give LWJ a challenge (more social than skill based) and LWJ rose to it (begrudgingly) #Sort of a 'You've mastered so many Lan techniques but Other Sects have styles that are worth learning.' set up. #Lan Qiren agrees mostly on the basis that...well it's LWJ. Yunmeng Jiang is unruly but LWJ is beyond that riff-raff. He'll rise above it. #This is the story of a boy who thrives on routine and rules spending time in a place that is his apparent antithesis. #Also it is so warm there. He is used to it being cold and what do you MEAN just take off some of my layers? #I just want to see him struggle and flail in many situations. And get him in Jiang Purple. Is that so wrong of me? #(Soaking wet JC is part of my 'JC was born to swim; forced to hold a sword' agenda. Do not remove him from the water) #((Politeness notes: JFM would *not* call LWJ 'lan wangji' nor would LWJ be vocally impolite to a sect leader.))

[sinofwriting]

Frosting - Riff (West Side Story)

Words: 285

Summary: First kiss.

Riff didn’t know what came over him. He had just been watching Y/N as she ate the cupcake he had bought for her. And god wasn’t that something. Him actually buying something for a girl? When he spotted the speck of frosting slightly high on her cheek, far too high for her tongue to hit it if it darted out. Without thinking his hand had moved and his thumb was wiping the frosting off before he popped said thumb into his mouth. Cleaning the frosting off. 

They both froze at his actions, her as soon as his thumb had brushed her cheek and him as soon as his actions had caught up to him. He gulps, as he feels a blush settle on his cheeks. He goes to apologize but then he notices the way she’s avoiding his eyes. Clearly just as flustered as him. 

And once again before he knows what he’s doing, he’s standing and one of his hands is guiding her head up to look at him. He breathes out her name when their eyes meet and he sees the same things in her eyes that have been in his. 

“May I?” He asks, brushing the same thumb that once had frosting on it to brush across her bottom lip, making his intentions clear. Her breath hitches, whether at the question or the motion he isn’t sure, but she nods. At her nod, he bends to place their lips together. Eyes shutting as he takes in the soft lips beneath his and the faint taste of lipstick and the more prominent taste of sugar, when he lets his tongue swipe across her lips. It’s everything he had thought of and more.

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#riff imagine #riff x reader #riff west side story imagine #riff west side story x reader

[auspicious-manner]

riff x short!latina!reader who has a very heavy accent and is extremely shy. riff and her are secretly dating and he teases her a lot and it's all cute and fluff? ty, love ur writing!

i’ve missed writing for riff 🥲

female reader x riff

warnings: none

Confidential Couple

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“good afternoon, riff.” Y/N said in her thick puerto rican accent, meeting up with him in a secluded alleyway.

riff looked up from lighting his cigarette. “hey Y/N, how’s my lady feeling today?”

“good. and you?”

“my day has gotten a whole hell of a lot better now that you’re here.” riff replied.

riff and Y/N both knew how bizarre of a partnership their relationship was. gringos weren’t supposed to like puerto ricans, and vice versa. especially when riff is the leader of the jets, infamously known for being overprotective of their territory.

Y/N and riff met completely on accident. one day, riff stumbled across a group of puerto rican men beating up on a girl who he believed to be white at first. when he scared the men away and saw that the girl was, in fact, not white, he felt the need to help her anyway. normally, in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have helped. but she seemed different than all the girls he’d been betrayed by in the past. she carried herself differently, and riff took note of that right away.

riff tried not to become friends with Y/N. and Y/N tried not to become friends with riff. she was extremely shy, and she didn’t want to let her walls down for riff. when Y/N mentioned to him that it was a regular occurrence for the group of older men to beat her up, riff couldn’t help but feel remorse for her. that was a weird feeling for him, as he had never truly experienced it before, especially with a puerto rican girl. given her inherited introverted nature, riff wanted to keep the men that hurt Y/N at bay for as long as possible.

riff tried his hardest to avoid Y/N because he knew if any of the jets saw him anywhere near a puerto rican, he’d practically be exiled. however, something about her kept drawing him back. maybe it was because he desperately craved an escape from living his life as a gang leader. whatever it may be, as more and more time passed, the more often he found himself with Y/N. eventually, a casual friendship developed into a secret romance.

riff opened his arm to give Y/N a hug. given her small stature, she rested her head just below his shoulder in the hug, and riff reached down to reciprocate it.

“what would you like to do today?” Y/N asked, pulling away.

“not like we can go many places, right?” riff replied, taking a puff from his cigarette.

Y/N loved her relationship with riff, despite hating how secretive it had to be. she completely understood why he needed to keep it a secret, it was just a downside to falling in love with a gang leader.

she shrugged in response, looking down.

“you’re extra quiet today, what’s wrong?” riff asked bluntly, stepping closer to her.

“i’m always quiet, riff.”

he laughed and ruffled her hair playfully. “i know that, i just thought you seemed even more quiet than usual, that’s all.”

Y/N shrugged. “i know, i just wish we could do more together. i wish we didn’t have to hide.”

riff sighed, rubbing her shoulders with his hands. “i know girly girl, but it’s safer for the both of us if we keep it a secret. my boys find out, i’m dead. your people find out, you’re dead. the more secretive we are, the better.”

Y/N looked down, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “we can still have fun today.”

after more discussing, the couple decided on playing card games, eating snacks, and resting for the whole day at riff’s place.

riff’s hang out spot was an abandoned train car in the junkyard. he had set up a small table and a bed for him to rest on. for him, it was home. Y/N liked the simplicity of his “house”. she wasn’t into everything lavish and grand.

Y/N couldn’t decide if riff let her win at cards over and over again, or if she was actually really good at them. but, she also figured riff would actually play every so often so she would lose, and riff could tease her about being bad at cards. regardless of the outcome, she enjoyed this valuable time with him.

after a few hours into one of their last games, riff sat up in his spot, holding up a finger that silenced Y/N.

“riff, what-”

“shhh!” he interrupted, listening. Y/N sunk back in her chair a bit.

then, she heard it too. it was the sound of footsteps growing closer and closer to riff’s train car.

“shit,” riff started, standing up. “you gotta hide.”

“hide, seriously?” she whispered back.

“yes, i mean it. these people will not approve of you, and i don’t want them to hurt you, now hide!”

Y/N scrambled to find a sufficient spot to hide in riff’s small abode. suddenly, she realized there was just enough space under his bed for her to hide.

“go, go!” riff said, helping her under the bed. when she disappeared, he sat quietly at his table when a knock sounded on the metal outside his home. Y/N held her breath, trying to keep anxious tears from spilling out of her eyes.

“who is it?” riff asked monotonously.

“a-rab and tiger.”

riff lit a cigarette and took a quick puff. “come in.”

they stepped into his train car and looked around. “who were you talking to in here, riff?” a-rab asked.

riff kept the cigarette he was smoking resting on his lips. “no one.”

“so you were talking to yourself?” tiger asked, not believing riff for a second.

“yes.” riff said coldly, with a sharp “s”.

a-rab squinted at him, before smiling playfully. “you hidin’ a girl here, riff?”

“no.”

“then how ‘bout we have a look around?” asked tiger.

“not like you can even look around much, this is a small place.” riff replied.

meanwhile, Y/N watched the feet from outside the bed walk past multiple times, and it took all of her energy to not make a noise. she was frightened of riff’s friends.

she watched as a pair of shoes stopped in front of the bed, and before she knew it, a pair of eyes that weren’t riff’s caught sight of Y/N. she snapped her own eyes shut, hoping that if she didn’t see him, he wouldn’t see her.

“oh tiger, i think i found something.”

“a lady?” tiger asked, bending down to take a look.

“yep, riff’s hiding a lady.”

“and for good reason too,” riff started harshly. “there’s a reason she had to hide when she heard you two. she doesn’t want anything to do with you.”

“we just want to meet the lucky gal.” tiger said.

“no means no, tiger. now leave.” riff said with a very stern tone.

tiger and a-rab exchanged looks, before going on either side of the makeshift bed and lifting it to the side before riff could stop them.

tiger and a-rab gawked at the sight before them. “woah.” they both saw that Y/N was puerto rican, and not white like they had expected. she had light tear marks on her face.

Y/N looked up to the men and saw their confused, angry, and hurt faces before backing herself as close to the wall as possible.

“you assholes!” riff yelled, storming over to the two jets.

“riff, what the hell is this?” tiger asked.

“how could you do this to the jets? how could you betray us like this?” a-rab continued. “she’s puerto rican!”

“you guys didn’t have to see this. i kept this a secret for a reason. you guys stormed in here and did your own thing, and now we’re all angry. you two need to leave. as your leader, that is an order.” riff yelled, stepping closer to the boys.

Y/N watched the scene unfold in front of her in horror. tiger turned to her, and began to speak. “what have you done to riff?” he started. “he used to be like us. what kind of puerto rican witch shit did you do to make him like you?”

Y/N froze, trying to find words. she stuttered as more slow tears fell out of her eyes. she hated that she was so shy.

“look, she can’t even speak when spoken to, lousy pig!” a-rab yelled.

“hey!” riff yelled again, pushing the boys towards the opening of his train car. “the only person that gets to say anything about Y/N, positive or negative, is me, you hear? now scram before i take a chain to your head.”

he pushed them again and they ran out, not looking back. riff watched as they ran far away.

riff whipped his head around and saw Y/N crying on the floor. he walked over to her, sat down next to her, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. she leaned her head in and rested her head on his chest, and riff kissed the top of her head.

“i’m sorry, Y/N. i’m so, so sorry.” riff said quietly, gently rubbing her arm.

Y/N lifted her head up and looked at riff. he turned his head so his eyes met hers. “i was scared, that’s all. i guess this crying is a little over dramatic, isn’t it?” she said, laughing a bit.

riff wiped her tears away. “yeah, it is.” he teased.

Y/N giggled, and riff laughed back. “i’m kidding, you handled it just fine. i’m happy they didn’t do anything to you.”

the two sat comfortably together until Y/N fully calmed down. when she did, they stood up, and riff looked down on her. he held her hands in his own for a moment, and then he let go of one and placed it on the side of her face, tilting her head up so she looked at him.

“you know, i always forget how short you are.” riff whispered.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “riff, ni siquiera vayas allí. don’t even go there.”

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[xriff-raffx]

Do Over - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Getting Good at Waiting

I woke up to find myself alone. The sunlight poured in through my window, causing me to roll away.  I had almost convinced myself that last night was a dream, the way his hands felt on my body, the way our tongues danced together. It was too perfect to be real, or at least that’s what I thought until I was face to face with my mirror. My hands instinctively went to touch the dark mark on my neck, it was real but he was gone. Boy am I stupid.

“That’s it, Maggie,” I scolded myself, “sleep with the gang leader you just met, that’ll work out fine.” I can’t believe how stupid I was. I quickly get dressed, tossing my hair into a ponytail before turning to look at the bed, hands on my hips. I exhaled, taking in the sight of tangled sheets and disheveled pillows. I wonder when he left.

“Margaret!” Jo’s voice quickly pulled me out of my thoughts. I leave my room, closed the door behind me, and made my way over to where she stood by the stove. “I made you eggs.”

“That’s nice,” I say eyeing Jo suspiciously, “What do you want?” 

She lets out a gasp “What do you mean? I’m just being nice.” She transfers the egg onto a plate smoothly, without making eye contact.

“Well then thank you,” I smirk slightly before grabbing the plate and going to sit at the table. 

“I was thinking though,” I try not to laugh at Jo’s words - there's always something with her. She quickly joined me at the table, “there’s this dance.”

I nod slightly, beginning to eat my egg, “Let me guess, you want Mr. Wonderful from last night to take you.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed loudly, causing me to smile over at her, “Well actually he already asked, and I already said yes,” Her voice trailed off at the end, looking down at the table.

“Well,” I started, “If you already said yes,”

“Oh my god!” Jo shrieked making me jump, as she threw her arms around me. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I laughed as she jumped around our small kitchen. I finished my breakfast to the sound of Jo rambling about what to wear later until I managed to usher her out of the apartment.

We walked the 3 blocks it was to the subway station, and I waved her off like usual as she hopped on to get to school. It was unseasonably cold this morning and I couldn’t help but shiver as I walked back up to the top of the stairs. 

“So I guess I was too late to catch ya this mornin’,” I looked over my shoulder to see where the voice came from and saw Riff. Looking as casual as ever, leaning on the stairway railing with a smoke in hand. “Or do ya always wake up so early?”

I scoffed, “Well someone’s gotta make sure Jo gets to school. Besides clearly you were in a rush to get out of there” I continued walking a few more steps before turning back towards him, he looked a little stunned at my words. “So are you coming or what?” I asked laughing slightly as he caught up quickly. 

“I uh really thought I’d be back before ya woke,” I heard him mumble beside me, his hand went up to rub the back of his neck. “I had some business to take care of last night.”

“I get it,” letting a smirk appear on my face and nodding slightly, I continued to look at the ground as I spoke, “I’m sure being a juvenile delinquent is harder than it looks.”

He chuckled quietly, “Well it definitely has its perks,” he hopped in front of me, stopping me from walking. Smiling down at me, his blue eyes glistening in the sunlight, “I’m always free to walk ya round, girly girl.” He slid an arm around my waist pulling me into him. 

“I can’t exactly walk like this,” I say looking up at him, feeling my cheeks redden at our proximity. Leaning down slightly, I watched as his gaze left my eyes and were now looking at where my hair rested on my neck. He slowly moved his hand up to my neck, brushing the hair over my shoulder with his fingertips, I watched a smirk appear as he noticed the hickey he gave me. 

“Ya shouldn’t cover this up,” his fingers began to trace the mark lightly before he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “how am I supposed to show the fellas you’re my girl?” My breath hitched at his words before I found my confidence again, pushing him off me lightly.

“Who said I’m your girl?” I smirked up at him, moving around him quickly to continue the walk. I heard him laugh from behind me before he pulled me back into his chest so fast that I almost fell over in the process. 

“I say, doll,” He smirked down at me again and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. “You ain’t gettin’ rid of me that fast. Not after last night.” My face got hot at his words and I looked down at the ground. He pulled my face up to look at his, not letting me avert my gaze again.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity until I felt something bump into us both. Riff whipped his head around to see some paperboy riding his bike away, faster than I’d ever seen before. I could tell he was going to yell something, so I put my hands upon his chest, grabbing his shirt, and pulling his attention back to me. 

“It’s some kid,” I said looking at his stern face melt slightly at my words, “I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” He nodded lightly, looking back in the kid’s direction to see that he was no longer in view, taking a long drag of his smoke before exhaling. I laughed, causing him to raise an eyebrow at me, “Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Ready to punch someone at all times?” I asked laughing again, causing him to smile back at me.

“Well if a pretty girl is involved, I can’t help it,” His grip on me tightened lightly, “besides I didn’t hit anybody.” His expression changed momentarily and his blue eyes began to search my green ones. “Don’t wanna scare ya off too early, do I?”

“I don’t scare easy,” I said almost surprising myself at the response. I smiled up at him, “You’re going to make me late for work.” 

He scoffed in response, “How abouts ya stay with me instead, I'll show ya the city.”

“As tempting as that is,” I say letting out a soft groan, “I have to go.” I pushed him lightly again and he nodded, reaching down to grab my hand before walking us off in the direction of my work.

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“Have you been here all day?” I asked with a smile, noticing Riff waiting for me outside of the building. He pretended to look offended before he offered me his arm, which I gladly took. I couldn’t help but notice the looks we got from people as we made our way through the city. “Do people always stare at you?”

“Not at me babe,” He said smirking, “they’re all lookin’ at you.” I took in his words. Looking around us on the street, I noticed he was right, they were all staring at me and avoiding Riff’s gaze completely.

“You have quite the effect on people.” He let out a laugh and shook his head lightly. I continued to watch as Riff kept his eyes focused in front of him, people dodged out of our way. I could definitely get used to this.

“So what’s the plan tonight girly girl?” He asked as we approached the apartment, “Are ya in need of an escort again?”

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up, Jo has plans,” I respond stopping in front of the building and turning to face him, watching him nod slightly at my words, “I’ll be in for the night.”

A smirk returned to his face, “So I guess you wouldn’t mind some company later?” 

“We’ll see,” I said walking away back towards the door. He eyed me up and down and I watched as he placed his hands on his hips.

“You’re not going to make this easy for me are ya, doll?”

I laughed lightly, “You’ll have to wait and see.” I turn around, unlocking the door smoothly with my key. 

“See that’s the problem,” he called out after me, “I’ve never been too good at the waitin’ part.”

I turned around smiling at him, “There’s plenty of time to get good at that,” I blew a kiss before entering the apartment and watched as he shook his head at me, still smirking while I closed the door.

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[lunamadhatter99]

Panic

Part 9

So.. in this one made a little change in the story, for obvious reasons, basically Heather never hooked up with Ray, but with Tyler... since Ray is this series is interested in Y/n. It's a minor change, but just so you know🤷🏻‍♀️

As always let me know what you think and my requests are still open🤘

Chapter summary: I think you know what happens in this one😇 and also Carp's annual Derby.

Chapter warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use protection loves) Dodge.. just Dodge.

Tag list: @shenevertricks1831 @mixed-theater-faisty-tings @stuckinthesmalldoor @girlygirl-20 @jillo0315 @one-edgy-bitch

He arrives quickly than expected, so as soon as he knocks I let him in, offering something to drink.

"Water is fine" he offers me a kind smile.

"Water it is" I say going to the kitchen, him following me, I grab a glass and pour some water and some ice cubes too.

"Thanks" he says taking a sip.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Actually no" he answers, catching me off guard "nothing is okay."

"What.. what's wrong?"

He doesn't answer right away, he simply stay there, jaw clenching and a serious expression on his face. Thinking.

"Dodge...?"

"I can't stop thinking about you. I really can't. I can't help but imagine how it would feel to have you in my arms, to kiss you...to taste you" with each word he gets closer and I back away, until I can't anymore because the kitchen counter stops me.

He puts the glass of water on the counter, resting his hand there towering over me now that he's right in front of me.

"I..." I look everywhere but him.

He put his other hand on the counter behind me, caging me there.

"I.." he sighs "it's driving me crazy."

He lets out a small chuckle.

"I.. Dodge, I don't.. I don't know what to say" I say.

"Tell me you don't want this and I promise you.. I promise I'll stop and everything will be back at normal." He almost beg.

I finally look at him, his eyes are fixed on me, filled with love and need.

"I.. do.. I want this" I finally say, admitting it to myself first of all.

He leans down, slowly, almost to test me and see if I'm sure.

Before his lips could touch mine, my phone rings, distracting us both.

"If you dare answer... I swear.." I almost growls.

I smile at that and lean towards him to finally kiss him.

As soon as our lips touch his hands are on me, one on my face and one on my neck to keep me there, the phone soon forgotten.

I put my hands on his chest grabbing his shirt, simply enjoying the feeling of him on me. His tongue exploring my mouth while one hand falls to my hip keeping me closer to him, almost grinding on me. This makes me let out a small moan in his mouth making him smile as we keep kissing.

He then pulls away, a sweet smirk on his face, resting his forehead on mine.

"Fucking finally" he says breathlessly.

"Indeed" I say laughing.

His hands on me keep caressing me, with sweetness and need.

"Where's your room?" He asks out of nowhere, an innocent expression on his face.

"Uh?"

In response he leans down to kiss my neck, biting and sucking on it and his hands grab my hips more firmly.

"Oh... oh! It's.. upstairs second door on..on the left" I tell him.

He looks at me and suddenly lift me up in his arms taking me upstairs, earning a loud gasp from me.

When we get to my room he, not very gently, closes the door and slams me against it.

"Tell me to stop and I will. Anytime" he promises.

I nod, out of breath.

"I need to hear you say it, princess" he says.

"Yes.. yes"

He wastes no time and attacks my neck again, hand roaming all over my body as if scared I would disappear.

When his hands are on my short he looks at me.

"Can I?" He asks with a teasing smile.

"Yes... fuck, stop teasing" I tell him.

"Oh... you wanna give me orders, princess? I've been waiting for so long I'm gonna enjoy each fucking second" he says while he pulls my shorts down kissing down my neck again.

"You're the worst" I tell him, my hands in his hair.

He just humms while his lips trails down to my chest, getting on his knees.

It's a sight that makes me wet, instantly.

He keeps kissing my body as he grab one leg to put it on his shoulder, kissing my inner thigh.

As he does that, he then looks up to me... shit.. the sight alone gets me soaking wet with arousal. 

"Still sure?" He asks.

"Yes!" I say exasperated.

He moves my panties to the side with a small chuckle.

"Oh look at this.. is it for me?" He asks mockingly.

I sigh, a mix of embarrassment and need.

"Answer me, princess"

His tone makes me clench around nothing, he notices and a big grin appears on his face.

"You like it when I call you princess then, uh?"

"Shut up" I say embarrassed.

"As you wish"

His mouth in between my legs in no time, eating me like a starved man, making me moan loudly. My hands reach down to his hair gently grabbing it.

One of his hand is on the leg on his shoulder, squeezing it while the other in under my top grabbing one of my boob.

His tongue on my clit feels amazing, it makes me moan louder and louder, my hands in his hair grab it harder making him groan on me.

"Fuck... don't.. don't stop.. please"

He remove his hand from my chest so he can use his fingers too.

"Oh.. I don't plan on stopping anytime soon" he says as he put one finger inside of me, his mouth back on sucking on my clit, harder than before earning a small scream from me.

He then interts another finger.. then another.

He fucks me with his fingers as he licks my pussy, getting me closer and closer to my release.

"Shit! I'm so close.. Dodge.."

He doubles his efforts, fucking me harder with his finger.

"Fuck!" I say as I cum on his mouth, my legs shaking threatening to give up and make me fall but Dodge's hold on me keeps me up.

He doesn't stop licking me though, the feeling is overwhelming, as I'm still sensitive from my orgasm.

"Dodge... Dodge.. stop, too much" I say letting out breathless chuckles.

Instead of stopping he sucks and licks harder on my clit.

"Dodge... oh shit"

He keeps going, he doesn't stop until I cum again harder than before, this time falling in front of him.

My hands go to his chest, shaking slightly. 

"Everything okay?" He asks, caressing my face.

I nod, smiling. He kisses me and I can taste myself on his tongue.

He pulls away helping me stand up and moving me to the bed.

I lay down and he climbs on top of me.

"You taste so.. so good, princess" he tells me, hand on my cheek.

"Don't call me 'princess' " I tell him, while I still try to catch my breath.

"Oh.. I thought you liked it. Your pussy sure did" he teases.

"I.."

He doesn't let me speak because his lips are on mine again.

I just tug at his shirt, silently asking him to take it off, and he soon complies. Soon taking off my shirt too.

As my shirt is out of the way his mouth is back on my chest licking my nipples and leaving marks on my chest.

My hands move to his hair again grabbing it hard.

"Mmh.. you're playing with fire, princess" he says, his hips grinding on me. I can feel his hard-on pretty clearly. 

"You feel what you do to me, uh? It's all you" he tells me, grabbing one of my hand to move it to his pants to make me feel his cock.

"Should I do something about it?" I ask him.

"Oh.. you're already doing it" with that he take off his pants and underwear.

My eyes wide at the sight of him.

"Like it?" He asks with a teasing tone.

I reach down to touch him but he stops me.

"Uh uh"

He climbs down to lick my pussy again, and then quickly he climbs back up to kiss me.

I feel his cock teasing ym entrance, I try to move my hips closer.

"Someone's eager, uh?" He asks.

"C'mon,  Dodge" I beg him.

"Ask nicely"

"Please.. please Dodge"

"You can do better than that, can't you?" He leans down to kiss my neck, finding my sweet spot and making me moan.

"Shit... Dodge please, please just fuck me, please"

Without saying a word he start to push his cock inside me, slowly so I can feel every inch of him and... he feels amazing. 

When he's completely inside of me he lets out a loud moan.

"Oh shit.. you feel even better than I imagined" he says as he starts to move in and out, getting faster and faster with each thrust.

"Fuck.. Dodge"

"Keep saying my name, princess, please" he asks.

Each moan is his name. A silent beg for him to not stop.

"You feel so good Dodge... fuck"

"I want to feel you cumming on my cock, I want to feel you squeezing me, Y/n." He tells me.

He knows I'm getting closer again, he knows and he thrusts into me harder and harder.

"Shit!" I moan.

"Oh yes, yes cum for me." He basically growls into my ear.

"Fuck.. I'm.. I'm.."

He pulls away to look at me.

"Look at me as you cum, let me see you" he orders.

I look at him and cum on his cock.

"Shit.. just like that, Y/n" he keeps fucking me helping me down my orgasm. 

I look into his eyes, seeing admiration, I gently grab his face pulling him closer to kiss him as he keeps fucking me reaching his own release.

"Mmh I'm close, princess.. can I cum on your stomach?"

"Oh you're asking now?" I mock him a little.

"Don't dare." He tells me, clearly holding back.

"Ask nicely" I smirk.

Dodge smirks too, a proud smirk on his face, giving me a quick kiss.

"Please, oh please princess, let me cum on you.. I'm so close.." he begs.

It makes me clench around him, he slows down a bit.

"Ooh you like hearing me beg uh?" He says, and he goes back at fucking me hard again. 

"Shit.."

"Can I?" He asks again.

"Yes! Fuck yes"

With that he pulls his cock out lining it up on my stomach and finally cumming on me with a loud groan.

He stays like for a moment, looking at me, this makes me blush so he leans down to kiss both my cheeks.

"Beautiful" he says.

He quickly goes find some washcloth to clean us and then he falls beside me, sighing content.

He put his arm around me, blanket on us covering our naked bodies.

"Too much?" He asks.

"Not at all" I turn around to look him, him already looking at me with a sweet smile. That smile that makes my legs weak usually.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks.

I nod, his hand is on my cheek caressing it sweetly.

"Why did you kiss Ray the first occasion and I had to wait this long?" He asks.

"I... because I don't feel anything.. for him" I answer.

"But every time we got interrupted you seemed relieved. And also when we could've had the chance you changed subject" he wonders.

"Because I'm scared. Or.. I was. I have strong feelings for you, Dodge. I had for a while now. I was scared you only saw me as.. as a hook up for the summer.. and I didn't want you to break my heart, or lose you" I explain. Telling him this feels much more easier than I expected.

"I had the same fear" he admits "I thought you noticed my feelings and you were just being nice, so I kept teasing you and flirting with you to... I don't know.. made sure of it, but at Graybill's House... you getting all red and embarrassed after I told what I might feel for you... what I feel for you, made me think. Maybe she does feel the same, I thought. At the hospital, your look... was worried but not just a worried friend. It doesn't make sense, I know. The point is... I couldn't wait any longer.. I had to see if I was just imagining things or not." He tells me.

"Exactly what I thought" I tell him with a small chuckle. 

"We're idiots"

"Diggins would agree, I'm sure" I tell him.

"That's why he was so pushy with the hot tub at the party" he realises.

"Yeah" I laugh, I get serious "I do like you, Dodge Mason"

"I do like you too, Y/n L/n"

He kisses me again, hand on my side caressing it..

Until...

"No!" I scream laughing. "Don't tickle me!"

"But you look so beautiful when I do"

We laugh as he keep tickling me and I keep moving away, or at least I try too.

I end up losing, even though I'm on top of him, but he has his arms around me caging my arms as well.

"I hate you" I tell him between laugher. 

"Oh, you wish" he tells me giving my nose a little peck.

He simply watches me for a moment with a sweet content smile.

"Round two?" He asks.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"If you can take it" I challenge him.

He raises both eyebrows in surprise and flip us over so he's on top of me.

"Let's see how cocky you'll be while begging for me to stop" he says that while climbing down, spreading my legs and positioning himself between my legs looking at my pussy.

"Or to keep going" he teases.

"Will I see you at the Derby tomorrow?" Dodge asks me as I walk him to the door, his hand holding mine.

"Of course" I nod.

"And... if I win?" He wonders.

"If you win.. what?" I ask innocently.

"Will I get a kiss?" He asks.

"Well... I  think the announcer would gladly give you a kiss too" I tease.

"I'm sure he's an amazing kisser" he jokes with me.

"Oh sure. Plus his voice is... relaxing" I tell him laughing. 

"Oh.. definitely" he chuckles. 

Now on my doorstep he looks down at me, with a stupid smile and without saying anything.

"What?" I ask him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do you still don't know? How many times do I have to tell you that I fucking like you to make you understand?" He says smiling. 

"Maybe... some more? I have trouble understanding human language" I answer.

"Well then I won't use words anymore, how about this?" He leans down kissing me and I immediately kiss him back my hands on his neck and his on my waist.

He pulls away, looking me in the eyes.

"Was it more... easy to understand?" He asks.

"Mmh.. maybe some more and I'll start to get my head around it" I tell him with a smirk.

"I'd love your mouth around it, but I'll get what I can" he jokes.

I shove him away laughing. "You're the worst"

"Only with you" he winks and starts to walk backwards to his car. "I'll see you tomorrow, princess"

I roll my eyes.

"See you tomorrow, Mason" I wave at him smiling.

I wait for him to drive away before getting back inside. 

Oh god... I literally can't stop smiling.

I can't believe it.. Did it actually happen?

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing again, so I pick it up.

Diggins.. why?

"Hey there" I greet him.

"Well hello! You're alive then" he says.

"Yeah.. I was.. busy"

"Busy... as in?" He asks curiously.

"Ehm... well.. busy"

"I can hear you smile from here... what happened?" He asks again. Excited.

"Dodge came over"

"Oh!! You did it? C'mon tell you guys freaking admit your feelings!"

"Yeah.. yeah. And not only that" I tell him still smiling like an idiot.

"That's my girl!" He exclaims proudly. "Oh.. well not my girl" he adds teasingly.

"Oh shut up. Did you need anything?" I ask him.

"Well, I just wanted to ask you if you'll be at the Derby and the fair tomorrow"

"Sure"

"With your boyfriend"

I can feel his smirk from here..

"I swear Diggins" I warn him, but my chuckle don't sound so threatening.

"I'm so happy for you. I mean it. If you're looking for yout babies names.. Diggins is a great chioce, good lineage" he offers.

"Oh my god!"

"I told you he felt the same!"

"Yeah fine! You were right! Happy?"

"Oh very. I'll let you enjoy your happiness now, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow"

He hangs up and I put my phone away.

I think about today, sitting on the couch finally relaxing.

Hopefully Panic won't get in the way.

I look at my reflection in the mirror and I notice some marks.. some hickeys Dodge left yesterday.

Fucking Dodge, I think chuckling.

I can't wear a scarf, it's way too hot to. Oh well... let the questions begin I guess. I have nothing to hide.

I hear my phone ringing so I pick it up to answer Natalie.

"Hey, we're almost at your house. Are you ready?"

"Yep, only waiting for my carriage"

"The carriage is on its way" she laughs.

"See you soon"

I hang up and go downstairs to wait for them.

In the meantime I receive a text.

Dodge.

"See you later, princess"

"See you later, Mason"

"Hope I didn't leave you too many marks ;)"

"Oh no no don't worry. All these marks are just the results of a fight against the goblins in my garder"

"Damn them :)"

"I'll get my revenge. Don't worry ;)"

"As you should. Later, Y/n <3 "

I put my phone in my pocket just in time to hear Natalie's car in front of my house.

"Welcome, guys and gals, to Carp's annual Metal Stampede demolition Derby" the announcer voice fills the air along with the  cheering, chatting and music.

I look for Dodge, but I can't see him yet so I just sit with Natalie and Heather on the benches, he's probably getting ready for the Derby.

"Are you gonna tell us about those or what?" Heather asks me, pointing at the hickeys on my neck.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I say taking a sip of my drink.

"She just doesn't kiss and tell.. or should I say, she doesn't ride and tell" Natalie teases, and I jokingly shove her.

"C'mon, you look happy, we want to know!" Heather insists, a genuine happy smile.

"Yesterday" I say, both girls watching me.

I take a fries from them and eat it.

"Don't you dare leave us hanging" Heather says.

"Fine, fine" I laugh. "Yesterday after I got home from Nat's house, I called him to ask him if he wanted to hang out, but he was already coming to my place. He arrived, we talked and.. yeah.. I think you can imagine what happened next. No riding though... yet"

"Told you... she thought about him that way" Natalie says to Heather, looking teasingly at me.

"Yes, fine, I'll say it. I like him, he's nice, smart and caring, funny too. I like him. Happy?"

"Finally!" Heather claps her hands.

The rally starts and the cheering gets louder along with cars roaming in front of us.

Dodge is car numer 12, I think, the yellow one.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Natalie asks.

"I think he's number 12" I tell her rolling my eyes.

"People say there's a challenge coming tonight" she tells us.

"It's like you said. The game always goes on" Heather answers. 

"Well, the game feels different, though. Doesn't it? It's not just cops. It's.." Nat starts.

"It's like it's not a game" Heather finishes for her. I nod at that.

"We can still be teammates, though, right?" Heather asks Natalie.

"Partners. Win or lose, it's together"

Fuck... how can Natalie play like this..

"Do you remember the, uh, list that I found at Spurlock's?" Heather says.

"What list?" I ask, taking my eyes off of the cars crashing into each other.

"After I got stuck underground, basically, I followed this, uhm.. tunnel or something that lead to a room where I found a list of names. Our names." She explains. 

"A list of the players? Why?" I'm confused. 

"Yeah, that's the thing, I don't think it's a list of the players, I think it a lists of odds" she tells us.

"What do you mean?" Natalie asks.

"Odds? Like... is someone betting on panic?" I ask.

"That's exactly what I think. Someone is betting. Someone who was there with us that night."

Who would bet on Panic.. but most importantly.. why.

Our thoughts are interrupted by the cars crashing and the announcer's voice.

"First casualty!"

"Number 14 almost got 12 there"

"Is Ray aiming at Dodge?" Heather asks, chuckling. 

"Would it surprise you?" I reply.

"C'mon... any prize if Dodge won?" Natalie teases.

"Oh my god" I laugh "I told him he could ask the announcer for a kiss too"

"You're too cruel with the guy" Natalie tells me.

"Oh well... he likes it. His problem" I say smirking.

"Ooh you heard her?" Heather laughs.

We keep watching the race until Heather speaks up again.

"Hey, Bishop's here" she nod towards the right where Bishop is sitting with Diggins, Troy and Drew.

"Can you just go tell him how you fell, please?" Natalie asks exasperated and Heather scoffs.  "Your sexual frustration have the world's worst taste"

"I thought we agreed that the Tyler thing never happened" Heather replies.

"Believe me, I wish I could forget"

"Wait.. what?" I asks shocked.

"Oh.. you didn't know? She hooked up with Tyler at Graybill's" Natalie explains while Heather rolls her eyes.

"Oh... tell me you didn't" I ask, trying to hold back my laughter.

"Yeah yeah"

"Oh my god" I say.

"There's only four cars left!" The announcer says.

I see Dodge's still in the game... and so is Ray.

Only two cars left now, Ray's and Dodge's. 

This is gonna be interesting.

"Oh shit" I whisper. "Looks like Dodge is stuck"

"Yap" Natalie nods.

Ray's car simply reverses and crashes into Dodge's. 

"Boom! Ray Halm just destroyed him" the announcer exclaims.

"Oh c'mon" Natalie exclaims too.

"Yep.. another burst to his ego" I comment dryly as Ray jumps on top of Dodge's car celebrating.

He comes to the edge of the court and incite the crowd, who was already screaming his name.

Once he spots me he simply sends me a kiss to which I rispond with my middle finger and a roll of my eyes.

I look around to see where Dodge might be and when I find him I'm surprised to see him talking to Luke.

What the hell are they talking about?

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[raggelslendy]

Masterlist

notes: I’ve mainly been working on my other blog because of my ongoing story but I’ll try to write some fun one shots here and there. There isn’t much right now but this is still in progress

Riff Lorton-

Breakfast

Klaus Mikaelson-

Say the word (smut)

NSFW Alphabet (smut)

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[raggellion]

Morals: Chapter 1

Riff Lorton

Notes: As you can tell I’m in my Riff phase so expect more chapters lollll. I hope you guys enjoy and stay tuned for updates!

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.6k

Masterlist

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”¡Hola tía!” I exclaim walking into Doc’s. Valentina flashes me a sweet smile as she balances herself on her ladder.

“I can do that if you want tía, don’t worry about it.” I offer but she shakes her head. “Ay no no, mi amor. I gotta do things while I still can. It’s the beauty of life.” She smiles. I admire that about Valentina. I haven’t been working here for very long, but it was the first thing I noticed about her. She lives in the moment and enjoys everything, even when it seems like there isn’t much glory to bask in.

A thud came from downstairs, emitting an unsolicited gasp from my throat. Valentina and I lock eyes. She tries to mask the worried look on her face but I can still see right through her.

“Is he okay?” I ask. Tony and I have actually gotten pretty close within the couple of months that we’ve known each other. Valentina hired us on the same day, and we’d been inseparable ever since. I could count on him for anything.

She opens her mouth to answer but the sound of yelling catches both of our attentions.

“I can’t go to the dance, Riff! My parole officer said no going out.”

A tall, lean boy comes through the door. I’ve seen him around town but never up close. So this was who had Tony so grumpy.

About a dance? What dance?

Tony came up the stairs, crate in hand. An annoyed expression was plastered on his face.

Nobody told me about a dance.

“Womb to tomb… wasn’t never a joke for me.” The boy said, pressing his shoulder to the door.

Tony threw his arms up in the air in exasperation. “Don’t be like that, just cuz I can't go to a dance?”

“Tony,” I called, drawing the attention of Valentina, Tony and the other boy. “What dance?”

Tony narrows his eyes at me. “It’s not the kinda thing you would wanna go to.” He says. I roll my eyes. “How do you know that? I can think for myself.”

Tony’s friend walks toward me, a sly smirk stretched across his face. “Yeah, Tony, let the lady speak for herself. What’s your name, pretty thing?” “Lilianna .”

“Stay away from her, Riff. She’s not allowed to associate with criminals.” Valentina speaks up from behind. “Look, don’t fall off that latter. At your age… brittle bones! That’s all I’m saying.” The boy, Riff, snarkily replies before turning his attention back to me. “So you going tonight?”

“No.” Tony says sternly, answering for me. “Nobody is g-“ “Yes.” I said with a rush of confidence surging through my veins.

Tony and Valentina stare at me with wide eyes, but Riff smiles contently.

“Lily, este chico es peligroso!” (Lily, this boy is dangerous!) Valentina exclaimed, stepping down from her ladder. “Yo se, Yo se. Será cuidadoso.” (I know, I know. I will be careful.)

“Lily are you insane?” Tony asks, you could tell he was angry. “Why is it insane if I want to go to a dance, Tony? I’m a 17 year old girl who’s never been to a dance. Excuse me if I want to enjoy at least some part of my goddamn life.” I turn to my right and go up the stairs, entering my own room. Of course the space was shared with the boxes among boxes of appliances, but it was still home. After my parents had died, there wasn’t really any other place for me to go. The whole thing is all just a big sob story. Tía Valentina was like a mom to my mother. She was with me the night of the car accident. Without her, I would be sleeping on the streets. I owe her my life.

A knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts. “Come in!” I shout.

Tony enters the small room with a meek smile playing on his lips. “I’m sorry. I understand if you want to go. I shouldn’t be the one to stop you from having fun.” He apologizes. “How about I go too? I’ll keep you company.”

“What about your parole?” I look up at him. “We’ll keep each other out of trouble, right?” He asks and we both chuckle, wholeheartedly. “Of course.”

———

“You look beautiful, mi amor!” Valentina exclaimed as we both looked in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me like a stranger. “I told you this dress would fit like a glove!”

My hands smoothed out the wrinkles on the dark blue dress as I turned around to face her. “This blue really brings out the green in your eyes. I told you this eyeshadow would brighten those gorgeous eyes.” She said, tapping me on the nose.

Val and I make our way down the stairs to where Tony is waiting. His eyes widen as I make my way down the stairs. “Wow…” he said breathlessly. I giggle and spin around. “What? A girl can’t get dressed up every now and then?”

“Well in that case, I’d say we’re already fashionably late.” Tony says with a chuckle. He holds his arm out for me to take and I accept.

We make our way to the dance, but not before saying goodbye to Valentina.

Arm in arm, Tony and I arrive at the dance. My eyes scan the gym in awe as I take in the sight of my first ever dance.

“Hey guys!” Tony and I whip around. Anybodys, one of my first friends in this town, beamed at us. “Anybodys! Hey!” I exclaim.

“Tony! I knew you’d come, buddy boy!” A familiar voice calls. Riff shoves Anybodys out of the way and embraces Tony. I roll my eyes and turn towards Anybodys. “I haven’t seen you in forever.” I say, giving them a warm smile. Their eyes light up. “I know! I feel-“ the sentence was interrupted by the sound of unwanted whistling by, of course, the annoying Jet beside us. “God damn, girly girl. I didn’t even recognize ya at first!” Riff rambled. Annoyance crept up on me as Riff rudely interrupted our conversation.

“Do you mind?” I ask, sharply to which he responds in a sly smirk. “Whewwww, I sure don’t!” He exclaims. “Come dance.” He says to me and Tony. For once, I don’t actually think that’s a bad idea.

———

I giggle as Tony spins me around. He’d been teaching me how to dance most of the night. I couldn’t help but feel bad for accidentally squishing his feet the majority of the time.

Spinning around wasn’t something I was used to. Everyone could tell because soon, I could feel the color draining from my face as I came to a quick halt. Concern filled Tony’s sharp features as his hazel eyes scanned my face. “Yo, are you good?” He asks. I nod my head, desperately trying to conceal my nausea. “I’m fine.. just excuse me for 1 moment.” I say, ripping myself from his grasp and scurrying away.

I finally find the exit and crisp air of the night fills my lungs as I gasp for air, desperate to keep the nausea at a low. The feeling stung at my eyes and caused a single teardrop to fall down the side of my face. I dust the concrete stairs off with my palm and take a seat. The cold material seeps through my dress but I don’t care. The feeling of being overwhelmed is something I’ve always had to battle. I just freak out in the little instances. I should’ve just listened to Tony. It’s something I’ve never experienced and it really affected me in a way I didn’t expect it to.

My thoughts are interrupted by the door swinging open. “I found her!”

I internally groan as my peace is ONCE AGAIN interrupted by Riff.

I look up at him. “What do you want, Riff?” Annoyance was laced in my voice, but he either didn’t care or didn’t notice.

“Tony’s lookin’ for ya.”

“Alright well can you tell him I’ll be inside soon? I’m just taking a little time for myself.”

Ignoring my request, he takes a seat, paying no mind to my sigh of annoyance. “What now?” I ask harshly.

He puts his hands up in defense. “I noticed a tear.”

My hands flew to my face, wiping the wet accusation away. “I’m not crying or anything I just felt nauseous and my eyes started watering…. You know, a natural response.” I rambled. His eyes scanned my face, almost like he was wondering something. “What?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up at the thought of someone examining and possibly judging my features. He shook his head. “I can't figure it out.”

“Figure what out?”

“When I first saw ya, I thought ya were Puerto Rican. Then ya started talking and there was no accent. So I thought maybe I was wrong, but then ya started speaking spanish. I thought I had it down that ya were really just Puerto Rican and realllyyyy good at english. But now I’m lost because you have the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

My eyelids fluttered at him in disbelief. “You do realize we can have colored eyes?” I howled with laughter, making Riffs cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “But yes, my father was white, my mother was Puerto Rican.” I explained. The beet red blush that flared on his face seemed to calm down.

The door slammed open and Riff and I both snapped around. “What the hell man! Why didn’t ya tell me ya found her?” Tony exclaimed, eyeing us both suspiciously.

Riff threw his arms up in frustration. “I did! Ya were busy checking behind god's back.”

My eyes stayed glued to the floor as they bickered. Truth be told, I didn’t really think Riff would give me a second thought after seeing me earlier at Docs in my stained work clothes. He was wondering about me?

Tony’s blurred voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Earth to Lily! Ya good?”

My eyes wandered straight up. Straight into Riff’s ocean blue ones.

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