𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔟 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔟

Mouthpiece felt himself tense up, wanting more than anything to punch Riff, to shut him up for good, but still thought better of it. "Shut up, will ya? It ain't even born yet, damnit, and I ain't said what I'll do yet, except I'd love to fuckin' punch you in the face right now." It was coming, he knew as much, it was just a matter of time.

"Right, like I got a damn good example of what that is. Like I'm a damn good man. Real good example, ain't I? Oh yeah, I'm such a perfect guy!" He stepped closer, hands by his sides, before shoving Riff back, half heartedly. "That, ain't ever gonna happen. Ever. I might be stupid, but don't go thinkin' I'm that stupid. I got some standards, and ya ain't them."

It pissed him off, and he wasn't even sure entirely sure why, but without much warning, he aimed a punch right at Riff's face, hard, happy to start it, it seemed like a good idea, even if it likely wasn't.

Riff rolled his eyes when Mouthpiece pushed him, but still he kept the storm brewing, "Yer tha one sayin' yer no good for nothin', I figured I could make ya useful fer once. Ya certainly got dick suckin' lips. Maybe yer in tha wrong side of this business, I should put ya out on the corner like the workin' girls."

The landing and power in the punch had taken him surprised. He can't say he didn't have it coming though, he did. "Well, look who grew some balls all of'a sudden. I didn't think ya had it in ya." Riff's lip had hit off his teeth which had caused it to bleed, and he could taste the metallic tinge of his own blood.

"Go on, pumpkin, let it all out. So hostile and angry. Do ya feel better now?" Riff leaned in and got close to Mouthpiece's ear. "Not willing to do anything for extra money, are ya?" He grinned and took a step back like he was going to walk away, but that wasn't in Riff's nature. Instead he swung a punch that landed right in Mouthpiece's stomach. "I'll let ya off this time, but since ya don't wanna be a daddy, ya best remember that I'm yours." Riff spit a glob of his blood and spit at Mouthpiece's feet.

captain-benson

“Riff, it’s fine. Just go around back.” Olivia didn’t want him putting himself any more in harms way than he had on her behalf already. He was doing far more for her in one night than she had ever intended on asking him for—no matter how long this ‘relationship’ of theirs lasted.

However, before Olivia knew it, she saw him exiting the car but was unable to see what he was doing in the trunk of the car. Seeing him walk over with the crow bar in his hand, her own hand went to the gun holstered on her hip. This situation could escalate in a hurry and she wasn’t about to be unprepared.

The glass breaking made the man inside shout out of surprise. “What the hell, man?!” He yelled out at Riff.

Olivia stepped outside as Riff had him on the ground. His arm lifting to hit him again drew her off the sidewalk. “Riff, take it easy.” The anger he was seething with, she wasn’t sure how he would take her interference, so she kept a reasonable amount of distance just in case.

As the boy got up to run, Olivia met Riff’s eyes. “You handle all your problems like that?” Her tone had a teasing edge to it. He was already heated, she wanted to bring the temperature down to a simmer if she could get it there before they got back in the car with Noah.

Her eyes glanced over towards the car where she could see Noah sleeping in the backseat. “Thanks for taking care of us.” She knew damn well that Riff had to feel as in over his head in this relationship that she did. However, the way he informed the boy that she was with him? She wouldn’t be forgetting that anytime soon. They had let things become deeper, more involved than they had ever intended. Olivia was currently thanking her lucky stars that Riff cared enough to show up for her like this.

“So your place?” The idea of a reprieve to somewhere that at least held the image of safety was welcoming on its own. “I owe you more favors than I can count.” She didn’t wait for an invitation to go towards his car, opening up the back door opposite of where Noah had fallen asleep, putting the bag in the floor. Settling herself in the passenger seat. Riff’s place had become somewhere she frequented, so she was completely unbothered taking her son there.

#captain-benson #v: the boss

Riff stood and watched the young gang member scramble to his feet and run away, looking over his shoulder at Riff as he went, the kind of fear in his eyes that Riff loved to see. Then he turned to Olivia, letting the crowbar hang at his side.

"Actually, most of my problem solving ends wit me covered n' someone else's blood. Ya caught me bein' benevolent tonight." He gave her his trademark smirk, as if this were all just run-of-mill daily activities. "But not in front of you, or tha kid."

He'd just told a member of the gang that was after Benson that she was under his protection, that she was with him. He didn't know how fast that news would travel, but to be frank, he was sick of the shit. He had no patience for this, it needed to end now. Only cowards go after women and children. Even if Olivia was a badass.

"Yep, my place." He went back to his truck and placed the bar where belonged. "I'm sure I can think of a few ways ya can repay me." Again, he smirks, this time more earnestly, she knows exactly what he means. "Fer now, hop in, gorgeous."

"She could. She could abandon the kid, leave 'em some place, an' that's how things go." A part of Mouthpiece hoped she would, that it'd be someone else's problem.

"Like any o' us got good parents. Like any of us would be good parents. I'll be a shit parent, an' you know that. I'm gonna mess that poor kid up to be just like me." He felt like he could be sick right there, frustrated by what it was.

"The one time I forget, and this shit happens, I really just wanna drink myself into forgetting this ever happened." He still felt like breaking something, anything that would shatter, make him feel something else.

"Parents are shit, yours, mine, ev'ry Jet's got shit parents, forgot that?"

He snapped his mouth shut after that. Riff had a point.

"This ain't me gettin' shitfaced for the hell of it, this is me gettin' shitfaced because I don't wanna deal with this. I don't want shit to do with this kid, I can't. Ya wanna get me in more trouble? What's that s'pposed ta mean? Ya gonna get me ta do dirty work drunk? That's gonna end real well. I'm gonna get myself real wasted, pass the hell out on my living room floor, an' repeat it tomorrow."

"I don't know nothin' about parents, I ain't exactly got a lot ta go on. And maybe yer right, maybe you stayin' away from that kid is the best thing for it. I guess all yer gonna teach it is how to run away like a coward, right?" Riff wasn't exactly sure why he was so pissy about this, this was Mouthpiece's own doing, the world didn't cause this 'mistake' he did. "Not exactly settin' a good example of what it is to be man, are ya?"

Riff shook his head, "Nope, not gettin' ya in more trouble, I hardly trust you to complete a job sober, let alone wasted. I was just thinkin' that since you're so stupid and loose I could get ya to put yer mouth to good use for once. Bring me some pleasure instead of bein' a constant pain in my ass."

Was he angling for a fight? Maybe.

#etxrnaleclipse #hc;#answered;#tw: abuse

#the jukebox;#musings;

What is the part of Riff's childhood that he considers his happiest memory? What part fills him with fear the most?

His happiest memory is probably when he met Tony. Tony had a family, but unlike a lot of the others, he'd ignored warnings to stay away from "the orphanage kids" and made fast friends with Riff, much to his parents dismay. They were like kindred spirits for a while, but instead of Tony having an influence on Riff, it was the other way around.

Tony became enthralled with The Jets, and became so involved he eventually became their leader.

But if it hadn't been for his friendship with Tony, Riff would have been truly alone throughout his childhood, teenage years, and blooming adulthood. He's thankful for that, but that's also what made Tony leaving him so unbearable.

The part the fills him with fear and dread is all the memories from all the abuse in the orphanage from the priests, nuns, and cops. He escaped any SA but some miracle, but he was routinely beaten or starved based on how "badly" he behaved. It did not rehabilitate him, but rather made him more hardened and cynical. He tells no one that he still has horrific nightmares about those times, because he views it as weak.

Riff, what three words do you think others would use to describe you? And what three words would YOU use to describe yourself?

Riff smirks, though there's always a bit of cynicism that comes with it. "I'm sure people around here would have a few choice words fer me." He can only imagine what's said behind his back considering what he's heard to his face. "Hoodlum, thief, asshole....the list probably goes on and on." He considers for a moment, "But tha people who know me best know I'm loyal, loyal to The Jets, anyway."

He doesn't know what he thinks of himself, there's no real positive traits that come to mind because Riff does his best to ignore self awareness and self-reflection. "Boss, handsome.... big-dicked is one word if I put'a hyphen."

He has no time for any serious answer, it's a waste of time as far as he's concerned.

#etxrnaleclipse #hc;#answered;

etxrnaleclipse

Open: any Connection: best friends (just need more platonic stuff pls) Muse: Ollie Carlisle. 26-32. English/Drama Teacher.

"Ok, ok. I'm not saying I don't believe you, but... I also kinda don't believe you?"

#etxrnaleclipse #//up to you what verse you want lol #//or maybe a new one where it's like wss but modern #//also my intent is ill i'm afraid - no way they are getting out of his paltonic lmaooo #platonic fuuuck

"Oh, so ya don't believe I got this scar on my face from eatin' pussy?" Riff gave Ollie a sly look. "She's a dangerous woman, ya know."

Grazie made her seat in his lap, but she playfully tapped his cheek with the palm of her hand. "Riff Lorton you are utterly disgusting." She leaned over and patted Ollie's hand. "Don't mind him, he got that scar from a mugging, they said your money or your life, and Riff ain't got no money, so they slashed him."

Riff rolled his eyes, "That's not very entertainin', girly girl. Don't embarrass me in front'a people." And as far as Riff was concerned, even though he'd beat those mugger's within a inch of their lives, it was an embarrassing story.

etxrnaleclipse

His eyes were still wide as his brain processed everything that had just occurred. From the interaction with the stranger outside the bar, which made a lot more sense now that Riff had explained, to the revelations that had come out once they returned to their shitty motel room, it was a lot to take in. But no matter what, he just had to trust Riff, which felt insane to him, and yet no matter what happened, he found himself falling back into that one constant. Riff kept him safe.

Relaxing his arms, he let his hands drop to Riff's thighs, resting there as he listened to what the other said and nodding his head in understanding.

"I promise I'll be more careful from now on." he replied, feeling his cheeks flushing at the idea of what Riff wanted to do. What he wanted for them. Never did he expected himself to be in such a situation, never did he expect to walk away from this mundane life and into something like this, but despite his reservations (some of which he still had) he could not deny the thrill that Riff brought into his world. He kissed his partner back eagerly, one hand moving to sit on Riff's waist as their lips met, and he just had to hope that no one else would come for them tonight.

#etxrnaleclipse #v: the boss

"Yeah, be more careful, that can't hurt. When I've got people gunnin' fer me at the time being, watch out fer any men comin' up to ya. I know yer oh so used to men wantin' you n' all." Riff rolled his eyes, but instead of annoyance this time, it was with a smile. "Be paranoid, it'll keep ya alive."

He honestly had no idea how many times this was going to happen. Not the danger they were in, but other men coming between him and Dex. Riff saw red every time it happened, life threating or not. Dex was so sweet and handsome he was sure to draw attention, but his lover was also far to trusting for his own good. A bad combination.

For now, Riff felt safe enough, content to have some fun and take Dexter the way he wanted. They way they both wanted.

"How about we forget the world fer now n' ya spread those long legs, hot stuff?"

captain-benson

The only relief in what Riff had to say was that Noah hadn’t seen anything. The little guy was far too young to comprehend what he had seen, but something like that would have been something that could have stuck with him forever. “Thanks for watching out for him.” She meant that in more ways than one in the current situation. Riff had taken him to help her, and managed to protect him from the scene they walked in on.

“Your place?” She questioned quickly. She had been to Riff’s place more times than she could count at this point. Olivia frequented there when her mind needed quieting after stressful cases. That had turned into her wanting to be there, wanting to be around him, but she hadn’t dared to say that to Riff. “You don’t mind?” She knew she would feel safer there, knowing Noah and herself wouldn’t be the places that they were clearly looking for her. “Thank you.” Those words uttered on a relieved breath.

Olivia knew all too well that Riff was putting himself at risk to help her. Not just physically due to the violent nature of these guys, but his reputation at the same time.

“Yeah, I’ve got my gun.” She had let herself settle in the living room, hadn’t braved to shower yet, that seemed risky and to be that vulnerable. Her service weapon resting on the coffee table in front of where she sat. “I’m going to pack a bag. I’ll be ready when you get here.” She had every intention to be waiting in the lobby when Riff pulled back up.

As Olivia made her way down to the lobby of her building, she noticed a car sitting outside. It wasn’t Riff’s, or anyone else she knew for that matter. Her eyes studied it, trying to see if she could see the person sitting in the driver’s seat. Calling Riff back. “There’s someone sitting outside my building. Meet me out back?” She didn’t usually let the fear of the job get to her, but it was tonight.

#captain-benson #v: the boss

Riff didn't entirely think Liv and Noah coming to his loft was a great idea, but given the circumstances, there were few options left. A man would have to be a mad dog to try anything on Riff's turf let along his home. And the loft had bulletproof glass, so....

Riff confirmed his idea before hanging up, only to be called again when he found himself outside Liv's apartment once more. "Fuck all that, hang tight." And he hung up.

Riff got out of his car and went to his trunk, pulling out a crowbar; you never knew when that tool would come in handy, and he walked up to the car idling outside the main entrance.

Riff hid the bar behind his back for a moment and knocked on the window, when the man turned his attention toward him, Riff smashed the window. The glass spider cracked and he struck it again to shatter the pane. Then he reached into the car and began to yank the man out the window. The guy was so shocked he didn't have time to register what was happening until he was on the ground in a mess of glass.

"I've had'a bad fuckin' day." Riff said as he straddled the man and held the bar up, ready to strike him again. "N' I feel like that's all yer fault. Speak."

The man, an obvious member of the gang, didn't waste much time blabbing. He was young, probably a newbie doing this to prove himself, so Riff resisted the very strong urge to bash his head in, much to his annoyance, because he was 100% in the mood.

"Git the fuck back to wherever ya came from, tell yer boys Benson is with me now, and if anyone fucks with her, or her kid, if any of you even breathe in her direction, ya won't just have hell to deal with, you'll have me? You got that shit, junior?"

Riff looked down, the boy, not a man, had pissed himself. He let him up. "Leave yer car, it's Jet's property now, run along."

The comment to breathe made Mouthpiece scoff, roll his eyes, absentmindedly fidget, wanting more than anything to punch Riff in the face, just to blow off some steam. Chances were it'd not be worth it, and deep down he knew as much.

"To be honest, I kinda wanna break somethin'. Right now, hittin' somethin' seems like a real good idea. What, ya gonna be uncles? Riff, we ain't exactly future fathers of the damn year. None of us is. Ya know I'll be six feet under by the time that kid starts school." Honestly, he was terrified of knowing the kid, and at the same time terrified of not knowing the kid. It felt easier to push all that away, ignore it, even if maybe, just maybe, he could have had it.

"You an' me both know that we ain't gonna end up in a rockin' chair on a porch somewhere. Riff Lorton, found dead in some shady alley. Mouthpiece, found stabbed on the street, dead. None o' us makin' it to thirty." His voice went high pitched, stressed out at the last word.

"Ya wanna drink with me?"

Riff shook his head, "I know it ain't ideal, but ya gotta be a man a deal with it. It's all fine n' good for you, but the girl ya knocked up doesn't get to just dump the kid and walk away, does she? Or maybe she will, and yer kid'll end up like me not knowin' their folks and in an orphanage. All because his parents were shit."

So much for breaking the cycle, was every one of The Jets doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again? Riff was determined he wouldn't be. But then again, he never planned on fucking up and getting someone pregnant.

"Why are ya questionin' me? Like we ain't ever got shitfaced together before? Yer a weird lil' guy, ya know that? Besides, ya don't have tha best judgement, if I get ya drunk enough, who knows what ya can be talked inta."

the-write-ideas

If you can’t handle me at my smartassiest then we probably shouldn’t talk at all because seriously I’m always a smartass.

#musings;

captain-benson

Riff talking to her in that manner wasn’t uncommon entirely. He called her beautiful, complimented her physically, mentally; ways that didn’t get too personal for either one of them. They kept their relationship as surface level as possible, even though that had started to become more and more difficult with time.

“You’re not my last resort.” She was quick to correct him, but just as quickly it registered that he had become keenly aware of when she was bullshitting him. “You’re my only safe resort. If I ask any of my colleagues to do it, these guys might track them all the way there. I can’t risk that.”

She leaned down into his window once Noah was fully settled in the back, the statement about the soft spot he had for her registered more deeply than she wanted to show. At least for now. “So my kid gets an extra soft spot right?” Olivia was pushing her luck but she let herself say it out loud anyway. “Thank you for doing this.” She leaned in the window enough that she could place a quick kiss to his jaw line. “I know you won’t let anything happen to him.” Vocalizing her true level of trust in him. “Call me when you get there, yeah?”

———————————————————————————

Olivia busied herself as she waited for an update. She cleaned up the toys that constantly littered her apartment, checked for case updates, burying herself in her own research. She always had a deep desire to resolve her cases, but this one was different, this case had followed her home and she was massively unsettled by that.

She couldn’t have imagined that the gang that had a target on her back would go as far to harm a friend of hers. A friend that had nothing to do with what was going on, wasn’t on the force whatsoever. Olivia’s job was dangerous, but this had grown to a level she couldn’t have pictured if she tried.

She had just gotten out of a shower when her cell phone rang, quickly grabbing it off the counter as she was towel drying her hair. “Riff? Did you make it ok?” That had been what she expected, to hear that her son was safe, the trip went smoothly minus the new vocabulary that Noah had likely picked up.

Listening to what Riff told her left Olivia speechless for a moment. This hadn’t only come home with her, this gang was attacking anyone in close vicinity to her. “Lucy? They killed her?” She finally managed to get out to confirm what he was trying to say. “If they went that far Riff, Noah isn’t safe here.” Her mind was reeling with everything else that could go wrong, what they may do to her son if they got close to him.

“I’m going to call my team. Have them dispatch someone to the scene there. You…yeah, just bring him back to me. I’ll figure something else out.” Olivia didn’t often sound scared, typically fearless was a trait she seemed to portray, but that wasn’t how she felt now. The anxiety she felt could be heard in her tone of voice.

She was terrified.

“Did he see anything? Did Noah see what happened?” The panic of a mother was something Olivia didn’t let overtake her often, but with so many pieces in play she was riddled with it.

“Could you stay with us?” She damn well knew what she was asking of him, more than she had already.

#captain-benson #//just thinking of how stabler and riff would be the bullheaded hotheaded fight over liv of all times lol #v: the boss

Lucy was the woman's name, Riff felt somehow even worse putting a name to the dead woman's face. That made it all the more upsetting, he never liked seeing anyone innocent hurt, especially not a woman or child. Call him old fashioned. And Lucy was clearly someone very dear to Liv.

"He didn't see anythin', I made sure of it. He's scared though, knows somethins up. Yer friend, they must've tailed her somehow, I don't know how else they'd know. I should come pick you up and take ya back to mine, there's no way in hell it's good to be at yer apartment right now."

He was speaking lowly, but Noah was now nodding in the backseat, it was too late in the night for him. "No one will dare come n' try ta break inta my place, I can promise ya that. Stay strapped, mama, I'm on my way to get ya. If anyone tries to get to ya, blow their fuckin' brains out."

Which is exactly what he was gonna do if he got his hands on any one of those biker motherfuckers.

"I ain't celebrating nothin'. I don't wanna have no kid." Mouthpiece closed his eyes for a second, sighed again before looking up.

"Do I look like some damn dad to ya? You want me to show up to the kid's activities, be a supportive dad, some kinda dad of the year? I don't wanna be. I ain't even knowin' how to be." He was tense, breathing heavily, working himself into some sort of stress related breakdown, feeling like breaking point got closer, but didn't shrug Riff's hand off.

"Ain't Grazie, I ain't that stupid. Just don't... I can't be a damn dad, with some place an' a wife, or ex-wife, or hell, she'll be a goddamn widow an' I know I should've thought of that before, but... too fuckin' late. I ain't gonna be in this kid's life. I ain't gonna be there, just gonna pay child support, send some lame ass gift on birthdays, christmas, ya know, that kinda thing that our dads were too full o' shit to ever do. I don't wanna know it. I don't want it to know me."

He paused, took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts, and just gave a small, very subtle, nod, that was blink and miss it.

"I don't wanna talk 'bout this now, or ever again, I'm gonna go work, and after that, I'm gonna go home, grab a bottle, get drunk off my ass, and see what happens."

"Relax, buddy boy, yer workin' yerself up into a lather, next thing ya know you'll be goin' off half-cocked and up to some fuckshit. Now's not tha time to get yerself inta any trouble. Just breathe? Alright."

All kidding aside, if it were Riff he'd be just a terrified. One of them, a father? God forbid. But here they were.

Riff was still rather suspicious of why Mouthpiece refused to tell him who the mother was, but he supposed he'd find out in all due time. It was impossible to keep that a secret.

"That's yer choice, but always remember ya do have family, and any kid of a Jet is part of that family. We're here for ya." Probably the nicest thing Riff has ever said to him. Riff didn't think he'd be the same, he'd be scared sure, but he'd be proud of his own kid, it would give him at least some reason to this miserable existence. But Mouthpiece had a point, they were here for a good time, not a long time.

"Well, at least you've got a plan fer today. Want some company?"

#etxrnaleclipse #v: wss #//a lil wss for ya because why not??#// i can't resust riff talking to zeke :p #resist even lol

random starter from my brain for @etxrnaleclipse for zeke

Riff put the chocolate milkshake on the counter in front of the blonde who was leaning on his elbows giving him a playful smirk. Riff liked the look of him, but didn't break his sour character. He slung a dishtowel over his shoulder. "Man, fuck 'dis job. How did I let ya talk me inta this anyway?"

Because Riff had promised Zeke he'd be good; no more fighting, no more rumbles, and certainly no more stabbings. The real question was why had Riff listened to him? "Dis ain't no fuckin' way to earn a living."

He wiped down the counter and had no intent on looking at Zeke's mouth around his straw.

"You comin' in here ta see me everyday with yer pink lips and blondie curls is gonna make people think yer my girlfriend."

// I'll get back to what I owe on here soon, I promise. I just have a lot of drafts on Henry at the moment, and he kinda takes priority as my main blog. But feel free to catch me over there as well if you like. @dethenryquinn

#ooc;

etxrnaleclipse

Jud quickly shook his head at the apology. "Don't be sorry. I appreciate the help there." He gave a small smile to the younger man, wincing slightly as he tried to catch his breath. They hadn't gone too hard, they had just been kids after all, but one of them had got a decent kick in there which had winded him.

"You're right, but that's not something I do now. I know the kind of physical strength I could have had over them, I'm twice their age, I could have easily done some serious damage. I wasn't going to put myself in a spot where I'm no better than them." Granted, having Riff come to his aid with a knife probably wasn't great either, but at least it might make them think twice before they pulled a stunt like that again. "I'm fine, I promise. How's the car looking?"