#faccivinos

[shark-boys]

the rotpl insta really said faccivinos rights

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[secretlyadinosaur05]

Cynthia: So, what's it like dating Olivia?

Jane: Once, I asked her for water while she was mad at me, and she brought me a glass full of ice and said "wait".

[cyansadness]

do you know what i need?

i need rotpl fics about

-jane’s life when she first came to rydell/how she got the nickname brainy janey

-BABY CYNTHIA AND OLIVIA AND THEIR FRIENDSHIP

-richie and frenchy and their bond

-gil and jane being besties and bonding over their eldest sibling syndrome with potato

-pink ladies sleepovers with hazel

-susan becoming close with the pink ladies

-MODERN DAY AU’S

-how and when the t-birds were formed

-the t-birds being protective over the pink ladies

-the t-birds and the pink ladies making mr. daniels life a living hell

-(edited) faccivinos and lynthia double dates after frosty closes

i miss my girls and my boys

[dykelittlemy]

faccivinos 2.0 bc i didn’t really like how the first one turned out fhskfhsksj

[otterworthsworld]

Yes hello I would like to make a formal complaint that there isn't enough faccivinos content and I think it's a crime. Please please please give it to me.

[allmyfumblingvisions]

Some Faccivinos Headcanons because I can't sleep

Jane definitely tries her best to learn enough Spanish to hold conversations with Olivia when she's frustrated

Olivia speaks only in Spanish when she's upset and usually the only thing that can calm her down is someone else talking to her in Spanish

They do silly doubles dates with Lynthia at Cyn's apartment where they just watch movies and play board games

Olivia spends a lot of time at Jane's house over breaks, especially because Richie is always with the T-Birds

Olivia has nightmares and will usually just walk to Jane's house if she needs comfort

Jane always has her window unlocked so Olivia can come in

They've definitely accidentally switched jackets before

Olivia is incredibly competitive and Jane hates being on a team with her because of it

Jane and Olivia dance together a lot when nobody is in their houses

Olivia and Jane have definitely forced Frenchy to watch Olivia's younger siblings

[nerdyvocals]

Final round of episode quotes as @look-at-those-niceass-rocks and I finished our final watch party. Once again, the cast and crew are in the house, so @saveourpinks, please enjoy. (You can find previous posts with more unhinged quotes here and here)

Honorable mention from before we actually started, them waking their husband up with: wake up, it's time for me to see gay shit

Second honorable mention, a conversation had while I struggled with my audio: Them: I tried to show [Husband] Merely Players last night but he was too tired Me: I can't believe your husband is homophobic Them: I AGREE Husband, distantly: I don't deserve this!

(about Buddy) God his shoulders, he's built like a Dorito

(this is specifically in reference to episode 8 but honestly, this was said multiple times throughout our watching) Me: WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS HAVE TO DO WITH COMMUNISM??? Them: It's the 50s! If it ain't American, it's communist!

Me: I love that Buddy's dad's name is Dick Them: It was a choice

(In reference to Blandiels) He makes me SO uncomfortable. Like I know that that's the point but he's so slimy-NO NO STOP, STOP KISSING HER, FUCK-!

(roughly three minutes of us screaming over Lydia's Woman Scorned (tm) dress, followed by another three minutes of us laughing at the faces everyone was making when I pause the video)

(about Susan's mom) Me: Heinous fucking bitch Them: What. A raging. CUNT.

(after we both spent a Hot Minute thirsting over Cynthia dancing on the car) Them: I talk a big game but if I was within five feet of this person, I would be just staring and stammering Husband, distantly: We know honey Them: SHUT UP

(both of us wheezing over CGI!Richie)

Cops: *show up* Us: *John Mulaney voice* SCATTER

Them: NOT THE LINE I'VE LOST THE ONE I LOVE THE MOST AS SHE PICKS UP OLIVIA'S JACKET Me: They are simply In Love

Them: He's gonna do something stupid, I can feel it. Me: You don't know the half of it! Them: He's gonna propose to a teenager! (okay maybe they do know the half of it, fuckin' prophet)

Me: *reading off episode titles as it starts storming where I am* And this one is called You're Dropping Out of Rydell- thank you dramatic thunder???

(honorable mention, me being unable to tell what was real thunder and what was from the episode)

Them: I'm not emotionally ready for this Me: Me neither and I've seen it like eight times already

Nancy: *dramatic exit* Them: She's so dramatic and I respect her and only her

Me: I love you singing along to a theme song with no lyrics Them: Sometimes I just gotta make funky little noises!

(About Nicholson) I am going to break that man's ball sack with a driver.

Them: It's giving pouty little bitch Me: Which one? (referring to Buddy and his dad) Them: Yes

Cynthia: *walks in in Richie's Jacket* Me: Hello my name is Single and Gay Them: I am not single but I am gay and I think... I don't think, I have no thoughts, head empty

(About McGee, then the scene transitions to Daniels) Them: The only adult in this school I respect- I AM GOING TO KILL HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS! Me, wheezing: What about your human hands? Them: THOSE TOO

(said in the most disgusted voice I've ever heard) Of course he likes Walt Whitman

Them: [Husband], I'm killing the pedophile, wanna help? Husband: Let's be honest, do you really need my help? Them: Someone's gotta drive the car.

Them: "Feelings central?" I bet you were feeling sensual when you were making out with Olivia-LYDIA on your couch earlier Me: ...You good there? Them: The names are too close

(Face to Face begins) Ah, dramatic acapella is my gender

Me: Once again, love how much you hate Buddy Them: He's had so many chances to earn my respect and he has done nothing!

Guardian Demon: *appears* Them: What. The fuck. Is happening? Me: BEAUTY SCHOOL DROPOUT BABEY

(@ Buddy) Them: He's not a total ding-dong. Just like 80% Me: He did just thank her (Susan) for having sex with him Them: ...85%

(About the Red Sox analogy) Cynthia giving me Gender Euphoria with one sentence

Nancy: *talking about love stories, mentions Shy Guy* Both of us: *Cackling at the full-body never mind Cynthia does*

Nancy: Tell anyone of my vulnerable nature and I will deny it until the day I die! Them: FUCKING MOOD like I know I was literally also just crying but we're gonna move past that, I'm a bad bitch again

Me: Finale time! Any thought or predictions before we get started? Them: Leonard gets arrested and as he's being taken away, he gets hit by a semi truck- Me: What is this, Mean Girls??? Them: Yes! McGee punches the principal in the face and defeats him in blood combat and cements her place as principal- Me: *slowly dissolving into horrified laughter* Them: Cynthia gets to kiss Lydia again, which is all I really need to be happy, and terrifying CGI Richie comes back and does the Macarena! Me: *can't start the episode for five minutes because I'm laughing too hard*

(Ten seconds in) PAUSE THIS I HAVE BEEF THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY OF GETTING MARRIED THAT QUICKLY IN A CATHOLIC CHURCH

(after rant) Me: Yeah but the tensions wouldn't be as high if they had six months to stop the wedding! Them: ...there are two wolves inside of me, one says valid, and one is formerly Catholic and Upsetti

Me: I want a shirt that says "I have two wolves inside of me, one of them is Catholic" and nothing else Them: *WHEEZE*

Cynthia: He's just. Some guy. Both of us, in sync: HIT HIM WITH YOUR CAR

"Old Soul" is groomer for "Fuckable"

(@ Gil climbing in through the window) Me: On the one hand, I'd fold, on the other? Terrifying! Them: YES! Me: Although I guess if I had the rapport with someone that they have?? Maybe?? Like good in media, bad in real life. Them: Gil? Yes, absolutely. Edward Cullen? Fuck no! The two genres of climbing through my window

(after the drag race) YET ANOTHER THING BUDDY DID NOT EARN

Me: Hey, do you have tissues? Them (afraid): ...should I get some??? Me: Maybe Them: I don't think I have any in the house??? Me: Ah! You're fucked!

*ten minute interlude of us crying over the Coming Out Scene, discussing what it means to both of us, and how furious we are of future generations not getting to see the best queer rep of our lifetimes if this show doesn't get saved. On that note, sign the petition if you haven't already.*

THEY STARTED BY STEALING A CAR THEY WILL SAVE THE FRIENDSHIP BY STEALING A CAR

Oh someone please hit hi- YESSSSS!!!

(at the start of All In) Me: She (Cynthia) is going to cry Them: I'm going to cry Me: I'm already crying

Me: Lydia is stronger than I am I would already be on my knees. (note I use a cane and sometimes a wheelchair, if I am on my knees I Will Not be Getting Up)

Me: Hopelessly Devoted walked so this song could fucking run Them: I WAS ABOUT TO SAY THE SAME THING

Pink Ladies: *Offer Hazel a jacket* Them: *aggressively close to the mic* That sounds very gay I'm in

Them: I cannot take my eyes off Jane. Like they are all very beautiful right now but there's something about her- Me: It's the bisexual energy Them: ...Dammit, you're right

Rizzo: We'll start our own gang! Them: With blackjack and hookers!

(Introduction of Frankie Zuko) Them: I'm sorry, HUH???

(As credits roll) Me: So, how we feelin'? Them: Normal, I am so normal, I am feeling so fucking normal about this. Me: Thoughts? Them: *incoherent screaming*

We had some much fun doing these, we decided to keep a quotes list for more movie nights. Next up, Julie and the Phantoms!

[thefae-journal]

Request #1: can you write a fic about the pink ladies being suspicious because jane and olivia are acting weird and while they are at a soc party (that they crash) they see olivia and jane sneak off and then the pink ladies catch them making out in a hall closet (from anon)

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies Ship: Faccivinos pov: third person

word count: 1096 warnings: n/a

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies masterlist masterlist

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Another Soc party at Dot’s house, and the Pink Ladies heard word of it in the hallway after third period. Of course, just like last year, they are going to crash it. It was Olivia’s idea, and Jane, surprisingly, agreed before Olivia could finish her sentence. 

Last year, when Nancy brought it up that the Socs were having a party, Jane was uncertain. Hesitant. Then again, Jane is more confident now. Carefree. Different, thanks to the Pink Ladies. It has nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with Olivia. Or how close the two have been getting since their senior year at Rydell started. 

The lingering glances. Their hands brushing for a brief moment, then retreating as if they remembered that they weren’t alone. Hazel, the most observant of the Pink Ladies, took notice and told Cynthia. Cynthia told Nancy. And now, theories spin among the three of what’s going on with Olivia and Jane.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? Didn’t last year turn out horribly?” Hazel asks, walking beside Nancy and Cynthia on the street towards Dot’s house while Jane and Olivia stay in front of them. 

“For the Soc boys,” Jane chimes in. She tries to hold back her giggles, but lets them go, and Olivia’s own follows. The two lean into each other as their laughter echoes in the empty streets. 

“Poor boys were locked away in the study after we spiked their drinks with castor oil.” 

“You locking them in the study was genius, Olivia! Were you really a girl scout?” Jane asks, her fingertips reaching for Olivia’s, only achieving a light touch against her palm. 

A smirk tugs at Olivia’s lips. “You’re looking at troop twenty-seven’s girls scout cookie champion—selling the most girl scout cookies for five years straight.” 

That must explain Olivia’s determination during Jane’s student council president campaign and the desperate need to change Rydell, make Rydell fun for everyone and not just the Socs and populars and everyone else who didn’t feel like an outcast. 

Although Hazel can’t see it, she can certainly feel it—the awe in Jane’s eyes as she gazes at Olivia. The energy oozes from Jane as it always does, to any of Olivia’s actions that she might find inspiring.

“How charming,” Jane mumbles into Olivia’s ear.

Her determination could be a result of her unbreakable loyalty to Jane. The way that Olivia never left Jane’s side. She fought for Jane beyond what her body and mind could take, even though the world was stacked against them—the possibility of a girl president leading Rydell.

And despite the quarrel that could’ve torn apart the Pink Ladies permanently, they mended things, and it was like nothing ever happened. They were back to being arm-in-arm, telling each other secrets at Pink Ladies sleepovers through whispers in the dark of Jane’s bedroom. Except… closer. Much closer than any of the other Pink Ladies expected. Almost, closer than friends—like Cynthia and Lydia, Hazel thinks. 

When the two run off after arriving at Dot’s house, their hands clasped in each other’s, suspicion rises among the three Pinks. 

...

Jane has never been with a girl before. Neither has Olivia. Not when it’s not normal, when society frowns upon it—two girls being more than just friends. Two girls existing in the way that a girl and a boy might. 

Although Olivia and Jane often let their guards down just a little while around the other Pinks, mostly because of Cynthia, anywhere else, their interactions become more saturated. Olivia tries her best to keep her hands to herself and Jane tries not to gaze at Olivia like she’s a three-course meal at the finest five-star restaurant. 

Alone, well, they finally let go. Breathe.

In one of many Dot’s closets that she has in her house, Jane and Olivia hide out, dodging clothes and jackets and hat boxes as their hands find each other’s waists and lips meet like they have so many times before in the safety of Jane’s bedroom on the weekends or sometimes after school. Outside, the Socs and what’s left of the Pink Ladies play their own kissing game. There’s laughter and music and groans, and all of that is faded in Olivia and Jane’s ears; they’re drowning in each other. Their own pounding heart beats and heavy breaths. 

They forget, that even though they’re alone in this closet, they’re not alone in this house—this very giant house. And they forget the time that passes by. They forget that their kisses are forbidden despite how alive their collided lips make them feel. How Olivia’s lips stain Jane’s in red. 

They forget that the closet door can open and light can shine in on them. An unwanted spotlight. 

No longer shadowed in the safety of the dark, Olivia pulls back, and her hands fall from Jane’s waist. 

“What? Why did you stop?” Jane asks. 

Olivia clears her throat and gestures toward the now open closet door, Nancy, Hazel, and Cynthia standing on the other side stunned. Except for Hazel who’s smiling, her arms crossed. 

“O-oh.” Jane steps away from Olivia and brushes her hands on the skirt of her dress. “We can explain.” 

Hazel shakes her head. “You don’t need to. We made a bet the moment you two ran off. Cynthia and Nancy owe me milkshakes from Frosty’s now.” She says this with pride, a confidence that the Pinks rarely see in her. 

“But we’re happy for the both of you. Surprised—” Cynthia starts, until Hazel cuts her off with her giggling. 

“No, we’re not.” 

There’s a beat of silence, one that’s kind of awkward, as the pair stand still in the closet, their looks moving between Hazel, Nancy, and Cynthia like they’re waiting for one of them to say something. If any of them have something to say. Or the trio is waiting for Olivia and Jane to say something. Denial of their actions. Frantic explanations, even though Hazel said not to explain because they already know. It’s clear, like the night sky on their walk here, and the night sky when they go home. 

And when they do go home, they don’t have to hide it anymore. Not from the other Pinks. Relief settles in them at the thought. 

“Okay. Well… we will, um, leave you to it,” Nancy says, then turns to leave, back to the living room. Cynthia follows closely behind, and so does Hazel after she closes the closet door.

Olivia and Jane are back in the dark, and they can’t help but laugh. Yet those laughs soon die down and end with a kiss.