Strawberry Milkshake [Riff Lorton x Reader]

Strawberry Milkshake

*originally posted on my tumblr

a/n: hi! i do not think that this is what anon was looking for, but i tried. i am not very confident in this. hope you like it anyway <3

Two hours ago, you were with Riff in your favorite diner, sharing your favorite drink. A strawberry milkshake. Riff was holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles, smiling at you as you both drank from the same milkshake. Two hours ago, you'd been holding hands as he insisted on walking you home from the diner, just because he 'wanted an excuse to be seen with such a pretty girl." Two hours ago, he gave you a kiss and told you he'd see you later. Two hours ago, he forget to mention something incredibly crucial to you.

He somehow forgot to mention that the next time you'd see him, he'd be all bloody and bruised.

Opening your door to your boyfriend all beat up was very unexpected, and your hands flew to your mouth as you gasped. The tall boy leaned against your door frame, and the smirk that typically rested on his face and gave you butterflies was there, as per usual.

"Hiya, pretty girl." He whispered, his eyes filled with love for you. He leaned forward, his hands in his front pockets as he lightly kissed you. "What, you don't love me anymore?" Your boyfriend teased, immediately noticing you didn't reciprocate his kiss. You were too worried to play along with his jokes and you grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him into your home.

"The fuck, Riff?!" You almost yelled, exasperated. You pulled him into the light and lightly held his face in your hands, examining his injuries. Your eyes scanned over the blood, both dry and wet. Your heartstrings were torn when you noticed a small, but deep, cut under his eye. "Oh, baby, this is going to scar..." You trailed off sadly before turning off to grab the first aid kit.

"Woah..." Riff started before grabbing you by your wrist and spinning you into his waist. He placed both hands on your hips and smiled up at you, holding your face with his hand, "Listen here, baby girl, you ain't gotta worry about me, okay? It don't hurt any more than usual. See?" He gave you a silly smile, causing you to smile back, "I'm okay. Promise." He reassured, but you still weren't convinced. You leaned forward and kissed his nose softly,

"Then why are you here?" You asked softly, holding Riff's cheeks as you kissed his nose, having to look away from mess on his face. Riff seemed a little taken aback from your question but he answered anyway, "What, can I not go to see my favorite girl after a fight?" He asked, as if it was completely normal to show up to your girlfriend's house all bloody.

"No, Riff, you know what I mean." You mumbled as you slid off his lap and kissed his forehead before running to grab some rags and alcohol. You walked back over to him and took your seat back on his lap before pouring the alcohol on the rag, slowly starting to clean up his face.

Riff looked at you happily and lovingly, even though he was in a little pain from the cuts and scratches littering his face. You worked quietly for a moment before looking down at him, "Tell me what happened. Tell me the other guy's in worse condition than you." You said, only half-joking.

Your boyfriend smiled and held your wrist gently, kissing your hand, before he let you get back to work. "Our date," he began, sighing softly. "The guys thought it was funny to make fun of me for the milkshake-" Your hands stopped moving and you raised a brow at him, "Don't tell me you seriously started a fight because your friends didn't like the milkshake you ordered-"

The Jet placed a finger on your lips and hushed you, "Let me talk, princess." Riff cooed. You complied, starting to clean a cut on the bridge of his nose, "They told me that if I spent all my time drinking milkshakes with you, I'd lose my 'leading brain' and be left with a 'mushy girl brain', and I told 'em, I ain't like the fact they said that. Then, Mouthpiece starts goin' off about how you're just this hot piece of ass 'nd that's the only reason why I spend so much time with ya! Fuckin' asshole, and he thought I'd agree with him, too!"

Riff scoffed and you felt him tense up. You shushed him and kissed his lips lovingly and softly, "Hey, hey, calm down, baby. It's in the past now." You told him, running a hand through the baby hairs on the back of his neck. He exhaled through his nose and buried his nose into your neck, groaning quietly.

"You know I'm with ya, 'cause I love ya, right? You don't believe that asshole, do ya?" He sounded scared, almost. You guided his head out of your neck and kept your left hand on his cheek, "Of course I do, lover boy."

Riff hummed contently at the name and a small smile spread on his lips, "I can't stand when they talk about you like that, sugar. You deserve so much better than that. But, that is why I fought someone. Gotta defend my girl, don't I?" He smirked, knowing you couldn't disagree with him. You groaned and rolled your eyes before playfully shoving him, placing a bandage under his eye.

"You're lucky I love you." You teased him again, "But, you fought Mouthpiece? Do I have to expect him to show up here begging me to fix him up-?" You asked, a brow raised. Riff interrupted you, "No. He isn't allowed near you, Nova. I don't trust him." He almost growled, before taking a deep breath and continuing, "But yeah, it was him. And Tiger." He said, resentfully, his hold on you tightening protectively.

You frowned deeply and nodded at him. A groan tumbled out of your boyfriend's mouth as he rolled his eyes and moved to put his face in your neck again, "Hey," You began, pulling his face out of your neck once again, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm okay. Promise."

You recycled his previous words and smiled, causing him to lean forward and kiss you, his hands on your back now as he tilted you towards the ground. You giggled into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Riff pulled away only a little and he mumbled against your lips, "I love you. Always, Nova. Always." He rested his forehead against yours and looked deeply into your eyes, his heart fluttering at your response,

"And I love you, Riff. Always."