#danny zuko

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta - Grease (1978)

[soupy-sez]

GREASE (1978) dir. Randal Kleiser

[undead-eddy]

I have a very specific taste in men.

[diaryofawhoretbh]

off-limits. | kenickie murdoch

| wc: 1.1k | kenickie murdoch x zuko!reader

| warnings: none really.

| rewatched grease today after such a long time, and my crushes on kenickie and danny are so back!!

"she's off-limits. do anything with her, you're chopped liver."

that's what danny had said from the start. first day of summer. you were still brushing sand off your legs when he muttered it to kenickie, eyes narrowed, shoulders squared. protective big brother mode.

kenickie just smirked like he always did, flicking his cigarette to the side and saying, "relax, danny. ain't like i'm gonna propose." he had no idea how wrong he was. or maybe he did.

you weren't supposed to look at him like that. not with the soft, secret kind of gaze that made your breath catch in your throat. you weren't supposed to smile when he bumped your shoulder or stared too long when he thought no one would notice.

but you did. and he noticed, every time.

--

it started with glances.

in the hallways. across the lunchroom. when the t-birds were joking around, and you'd be walking by with your books clutched to your chest, you could feel his eyes follow you. like his gaze burned through the back of your blouse.

and then came the touches.

innocent, at first. his hand brushing yours when you passed each other something. a hand on your back when you were walking through a crowd. the way his pinky would linger next to yours on the bleachers, never quite holding, just... waiting.

your heart would thump so loud, you thought danny might hear it from across the lot.

--

one night, you were sitting on the hood of kenickie's car after a party. you'd snuck away from the pink ladies and he'd wandered off from the guys. you didn't even talk at first, just passed a bottle of coke between you, watching the stars.

then, out of nowhere, he asked softly, "you ever think about runnin' away from all this?"

you turned to him, blinking. "like... the whole school?"

"the whole thing," he said, lighting a cigarette but not looking at you. "the drama. the rep. danny's overprotective ass. just... go somewhere where no one cares who you are."

you smiled faintly. "yeah nickie. all the time."

he finally looked at you. and for the first time, he wasn't wearing his cocky grin. he looked real. scared. nervous, almost. "it's gettin' real hard not to do something stupid," he muttered.

"what do you mean?"

he stared at you, then shook his head. "nothin' doll. forget it."

but you didn't.

--

weeks passed. more sneaking around. more long walks behind the bleachers. whispered words in empty classrooms. he'd call you "dollface" under his breath, and your cheeks would burn for hours. you'd leave him little notes folded in his locker, signed only with a lipstick print.

then one night, it all snapped.

danny had gone inside early after a t-bird party. the rest of the crew was still outside. kenickie found you in the kitchen, washing a glass.

"you shouldn't be in here nickie," you said, not turning around.

"you say that like i'm gonna listen, doll."

you turned around. he stepped closer.

and for the first time... he kissed you.

it wasn't fast. or greedy. it was slow— like he was scared to ruin it. like he'd been waiting an eternity.

"doll i've been thinkin' about this since june," he whispered against your lips.

"me too nickie."

--

after that, it became a real thing. you were together.

but still— in secret.

quick kisses in alleyways. long, late-night phone calls pretending to be "just a friend from class." dancing in his garage with the music low. you made each other laugh more than either of you expected. he opened up. so did you.

but every time danny walked by, kenickie would stiffen. he'd drop your hand. he'd act like nothing happened.

because the risk wasn't just getting caught— it was losing each other.

--

then there would be moments like when you'd sneak around at school.

you met behind the school gym during lunch.

"hey," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the shadow of the building. "you're drivin' me nuts, wearin' that skirt and parading around. the guys have been noticin', i don't like it one bit doll."

you raised an eyebrow and grinned. "it's not for them nickie."

"oh yeah?" he stepped closer. "then who's it for?"

you smirked again, slipping your arms around his neck. "maybe i'll tell you if you kiss me."

he leaned in, eyes flicking to the side. "you're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

"then what a way to go, huh nickie?" kenickie's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer, but his eyes kept darting to the edge of the gym building, nervous.

"relax baby," you whispered, brushing your lips near his ear. "danny's nowhere near here."

he huffed. "that's what you said last time sunshine, and then he came outta nowhere like the damn FBI."

you giggled. "it was the vending machine nickie. he was getting a snack."

"exactly." kenickie leaned back just enough to meet your eyes. “your brother would kill me if he saw us right now."

you tilted your head, pretending to think. "hm. maybe. or he'd just call you chopped liver again."

kenickie groaned, resting his forehead against yours. "i swear, i'm gonna start mooing every time he walks in the room."

that made you laugh, loud and sudden, and kenickie had to clamp a hand gently over your mouth, eyes wide. "baby, shhh!"

you muffled a snort under his hand, eyes gleaming.

"you're gonna get me busted," he muttered, but he was smiling now too, looking at you like you were the only thing holding him together. his thumb brushed along your cheek.

the laughter faded into something softer.

more fragile.

more real.

"y'know..." he started, voice lower now, more serious, "i don't care what your brother says. i'd still pick you. every time."

your heart thudded. the grin dropped from your face, replaced by something warmer, deeper.

"even if it gets you chopped into little pieces?" you asked.

he softly laughs. "yeah." he nodded. "even then, doll."

the bell rang in the distance.

you both flinched.

"i gotta go," you said, glancing toward the side entrance. "if i'm late again. ms. wakefield's gonna give me detention."

kenickie ran a hand through his hair, stepping back just a little. "yeah. go."

you hesitated, eyes scanning his face. "nickie?"

he looked up.

"this... thing between us... it's real, right?"

he didn't answer with words.

instead, he leaned in, gave you one last slow, secret kiss— one that said yeah, it's real. yeah, it's terrifying, and no, i'm never letting you go.

then he whispered against your lips,

"i'll see you after school, dollface."

you smiled.

and just before you slipped around the corner and disappeared into the crowd, you whispered back,

"you better."

[softiefem]

it is sooo rare i come across blogs who write grease so i haveeee to sieze the moment !! could you pls write kenickie x zuko!reader with them in a secret relationship and danny finding out/finding them tg. thank u luv💕

you're banging my sister!?!? kenickie murdoch drabble

synopsis :

what would happen if T-Birds' smooth talking rebel, Kenickie, fell for Danny Zuko's sister?

or danny finding out his best friend is banging his sister.

wordcount : 1.6k — masterlist 𝜗𝜚 navigation post

tags/warnings : third person pov, suggestive, zuko!reader, cuss words, kenickie being kenickie.

You knew your brother wouldn't approve of this, of him. He dealt with enough of the T-Birds' shit daily to know who was and who wasn't good boyfriend material.

That's why, though, you didn't tell him. What he didn't know, wouldn't hurt, would it? Some things were better if Danny didn't know, and it's not like you were going to take advice from someone as appearances-driven as the Danny Zuko himself —Rydell's most sought after heartbreaker.

Kenickie was a total goose, but that didn't mean he wasn't good. He obviously wasn't the best boyfriend, clearly not traditional in the sense of asking you to split the bill —or downright pay yourself for it— at the Frost Palace when he was short of money, but he was good fun and a better laid.

You still wondered who Kenickie justified the hickeis on his neck as, you left too many for Danny not to have noticed when hanging out with his best friend. Probably asking who he was getting handsy with, the womanizer.

"fuck, baby-" he groaned, his bushy dirty blonde eyebrows scrunching up as your teeth delivered another bite on his neck. He craned his head back, his breath coming in short puffs as his hands tightened on your hips.

The movie playing on the big screen of the drive-in was long forgotten ever since he decided you'd be comfier on his lap than on the passenger seat of his car —honestly just an excuse to have you closer. "you keep doing that and I might gotta take you home"

His hands slipped from your hips down to your rear, slipping into the back pockets of your jeans as you chuckled. "maybe that's what I want you to do, 'nickie" you teased him, pressing a kiss to his jaw that made him groan and give your ass a firm squeeze.

You could already feel the stiffness you were sitting on, your knees touching the worn out cloth of his car's seats as you smiled up at him and batted your eyelashes. If your older brother was the king of making girls swoon with his eyes, then you were the exact same in the opposite gender. He thought.

He dived right in then, his lips smashing into yours as one of his hands left your ass to go find the handle that'd make the seat lean back. The car's windows were starting to fog up slightly, your kiss all tongue and teeth as his hands started to wander under your shirt.

However, just right before he could get a hold of your bra and unclap it, an awfully familiar voice rang broke off your make out season.

"KENICKIE, MAN!" it was Danny, and he sounded as offended —flabbergasted— and wide-eyed as he looked from his place standing next to the window.

Kenickie's mouth was off yours in an instant, snapping his head up to meet your brother's gaze through the slightly fogged up window. He was still breathing heavily, his greased hair slightly disheveled from your nail's doing. And he looked like a deer in highlights.

"uh, man this is not what it looks like" he tried, though the nervous smirk that broke through his kissed raw lips betrayed his awkwardness. You were covering your face with your hands, red as a tomato, clearly embarassed at being caught in such a position by your brother.

"oh, sure!" Danny replied, his hands going to his hips. "Because it certainly looks like you're getting fresh with my baby sister!" he pointed at you, voice breaking into a more high-pitched tone due to the sheer offense that had just been commited. You just groaned —begging the ground to swallow you.

"I'm not a baby, Danny"

"oh, yes you are! You're my baby sister!" Danny replied, eyes and accusatorily pointing finger moving from Kenickie to you. "You're banging my baby sister, man, that's like- dude, that's messed up! you don't bang your best friend's sister! you- you traitor!"

[kalied0skull]

the concept of sandy being the same girl in both the outsiders and grease the musical is really fucking funny when you put danny zuko and soda curtis next to each other

imagine leaving for a summer and falling in love with a guy, then ditching your boyfriend at home just because you're moving into the town where your new guy is

like yeah, if i was soda, I'd be fuckin' pissed

[retropopcult]

John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John and Jeff Conaway on the set of Grease (1978)

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me favourite characters