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Watching Grease 2 from the perspective that Stephanie is a time traveler from the 80s who heard about how hot the mysterious cool rider was 😂

#Grease 2

When I was very young, like under the age of 10, I discovered Grease 2.

I was obsessed.

I begged my parents to buy me Grease!

I was finally gifted with my own copy only to discover Grease (and not Grease 2) - which I liked and became obsessed with. But it WASNT GREASE 2!

And my parents were like child this is the better movie.

Anyway child me knew what was up. Child me knew that Stephanie Zinone was correct and valid.

And that Michelle Pfeiffer is smokin'. And that Maxwell Caulfield is smokin'. Especially in leather, a deep v, and a bike.

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Omg I have been looking for someone who does Johnny Nogerelli. I love Adriran Zmed so much. He is so fine. Can you do a Johnny Nogerelli x ex!girlfriend!reader where after class he goes to her locker and wants her back since they broke up over the summer. And he kinda like eases his way to get her to fall for him again? Tyyyy, you're amazing.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Just One Real Date

ex!girlfriend!reader x Johnny Nogerelli

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Johnny can't let you go no matter what happens

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: small angst, fluff, Johnny being Johnny, yet so fine

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Girl, I gotchu. I love Johnny Nogerelli so much. I am watching T.J. Hooker and him as a cop>>>> I am literally gonna die. He's so fine. Anyways, enjoy!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The hallway was loud in that post-class way—lockers slamming, laughter bouncing off tile floors, someone arguing about weekend plans two feet away like it was life or death.

You just wanted your books.

That was it.

Open locker. Grab homework. Leave.

Simple.

Or at least it would’ve been simple if Johnny Nogerelli wasn’t leaning against your locker like he’d been waiting there all afternoon.

“Hey,” he said casually.

You froze for half a second.

Then immediately recovered.

“Move.”

Johnny didn’t move.

Instead, he smiled.

That same smile.

The one that used to make it impossible for you to stay mad at him for more than twelve seconds.

“Nice seeing you too,” he said.

“We broke up,” you reminded him flatly.

“I’m aware.”

“Over the summer.”

“I remember.”

You tugged your locker open anyway, refusing to look at him directly.

“Then why are you here?”

Johnny pushed off the locker beside you and stepped a little closer—not crowding you, just… carefully occupying your space like he belonged there.

Like he used to.

“Because I missed you,” he said simply.

You scoffed.

“Try again.”

“Okay,” he said, not missing a beat. “Because I made a terrible mistake.”

That got your attention for half a second.

You glanced at him.

Bad idea.

He was already watching you like he’d been studying you all summer.

Like he hadn’t stopped.

You turned back to your locker fast.

“No.”

“No?” he echoed.

“No Johnny. We are not doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“This thing where you show up, say something charming, and suddenly I forget why I was mad at you.”

A beat.

Then softly—

“Was it that easy before?”

You hated that it made you pause.

Hated it more that he noticed.

Johnny leaned his shoulder against the lockers beside yours, quieter now.

“I know I messed up,” he said. “I was an idiot over the summer.”

“That’s not new information.”

“Yeah, but I’m trying to be honest here.”

You shut your locker a little harder than necessary.

Finally looking at him.

“Johnny, we broke up for a reason.”

“I know.”

“And I’m not just going to—”

“Fall back into it?” he finished.

You hesitated.

He stepped a little closer again—but slower this time, like he was giving you every chance to leave.

“I’m not asking you to forget what happened,” he said. “I’m just asking for… a second chance to not be that guy again.”

You let out a short laugh.

“That guy is literally you.”

“Rude.”

“Accurate.”

Johnny smiled anyway.

Then, softer—

“I didn’t like summer without you.”

That hit differently.

You looked away before he could see it on your face.

Johnny noticed anyway.

Of course he did.

He always did.

“So,” he continued carefully, “I was thinking maybe we could start over.”

You glanced back at him.

“Start over?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugged like it was simple.

Like your entire history together could just be rewritten with the right tone of voice.

“Hi, I’m Johnny,” he said lightly, offering a hand like you’d never met before. “I’m annoyingly charming, slightly arrogant, and apparently incapable of letting you go.”

You stared at his hand.

Then at him.

“Wow,” you said. “That’s your pitch?”

“It’s honest.”

You huffed a laugh despite yourself.

Johnny’s expression brightened just slightly.

A win.

He stepped a fraction closer again—but still careful.

“And I’d like to take you out,” he added, quieter now. “No pressure. Just… one date. If you hate it, you never have to see me again.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“That’s a lie.”

“…Okay, you might see me in the hallway sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes.

But your lips were definitely trying not to smile.

Johnny saw it.

Of course he did.

He always did.

He leaned his shoulder back against the lockers, watching you like he wasn’t in a rush anymore.

Like he could wait you out.

That was the problem.

He could always wait you out.

“So?” he asked softly.

You closed your locker slowly.

Looked at him.

At the boy who knew exactly how to make you mad.

And exactly how to make you miss him.

“Fine,” you said finally.

His eyebrows lifted.

“One date.”

Johnny tried—and failed—to hide how quickly he lit up.

“One date,” he repeated.

You pointed at him.

“And if you act like an idiot—”

“I won’t.”

“You always say that.”

“I’ll try really hard not to be an idiot,” he corrected.

You shook your head, already walking past him.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Johnny turned to follow you, grinning now.

“Yeah,” he said. “But you’re still talking to me.”

You didn’t answer.

But you also didn’t walk away any faster.

Which, unfortunately for you…

He definitely noticed.

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Just One Real Date

ex!girlfriend!reader x Johnny Nogerelli

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Johnny can't let you go no matter what happens

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: small angst, fluff, Johnny being Johnny, yet so fine

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Girl, I gotchu. I love Johnny Nogerelli so much. I am watching T.J. Hooker and him as a cop>>>> I am literally gonna die. He's so fine. Anyways, enjoy!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The hallway was loud in that post-class way—lockers slamming, laughter bouncing off tile floors, someone arguing about weekend plans two feet away like it was life or death.

You just wanted your books.

That was it.

Open locker. Grab homework. Leave.

Simple.

Or at least it would’ve been simple if Johnny Nogerelli wasn’t leaning against your locker like he’d been waiting there all afternoon.

“Hey,” he said casually.

You froze for half a second.

Then immediately recovered.

“Move.”

Johnny didn’t move.

Instead, he smiled.

That same smile.

The one that used to make it impossible for you to stay mad at him for more than twelve seconds.

“Nice seeing you too,” he said.

“We broke up,” you reminded him flatly.

“I’m aware.”

“Over the summer.”

“I remember.”

You tugged your locker open anyway, refusing to look at him directly.

“Then why are you here?”

Johnny pushed off the locker beside you and stepped a little closer—not crowding you, just… carefully occupying your space like he belonged there.

Like he used to.

“Because I missed you,” he said simply.

You scoffed.

“Try again.”

“Okay,” he said, not missing a beat. “Because I made a terrible mistake.”

That got your attention for half a second.

You glanced at him.

Bad idea.

He was already watching you like he’d been studying you all summer.

Like he hadn’t stopped.

You turned back to your locker fast.

“No.”

“No?” he echoed.

“No Johnny. We are not doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“This thing where you show up, say something charming, and suddenly I forget why I was mad at you.”

A beat.

Then softly—

“Was it that easy before?”

You hated that it made you pause.

Hated it more that he noticed.

Johnny leaned his shoulder against the lockers beside yours, quieter now.

“I know I messed up,” he said. “I was an idiot over the summer.”

“That’s not new information.”

“Yeah, but I’m trying to be honest here.”

You shut your locker a little harder than necessary.

Finally looking at him.

“Johnny, we broke up for a reason.”

“I know.”

“And I’m not just going to—”

“Fall back into it?” he finished.

You hesitated.

He stepped a little closer again—but slower this time, like he was giving you every chance to leave.

“I’m not asking you to forget what happened,” he said. “I’m just asking for… a second chance to not be that guy again.”

You let out a short laugh.

“That guy is literally you.”

“Rude.”

“Accurate.”

Johnny smiled anyway.

Then, softer—

“I didn’t like summer without you.”

That hit differently.

You looked away before he could see it on your face.

Johnny noticed anyway.

Of course he did.

He always did.

“So,” he continued carefully, “I was thinking maybe we could start over.”

You glanced back at him.

“Start over?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugged like it was simple.

Like your entire history together could just be rewritten with the right tone of voice.

“Hi, I’m Johnny,” he said lightly, offering a hand like you’d never met before. “I’m annoyingly charming, slightly arrogant, and apparently incapable of letting you go.”

You stared at his hand.

Then at him.

“Wow,” you said. “That’s your pitch?”

“It’s honest.”

You huffed a laugh despite yourself.

Johnny’s expression brightened just slightly.

A win.

He stepped a fraction closer again—but still careful.

“And I’d like to take you out,” he added, quieter now. “No pressure. Just… one date. If you hate it, you never have to see me again.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“That’s a lie.”

“…Okay, you might see me in the hallway sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes.

But your lips were definitely trying not to smile.

Johnny saw it.

Of course he did.

He always did.

He leaned his shoulder back against the lockers, watching you like he wasn’t in a rush anymore.

Like he could wait you out.

That was the problem.

He could always wait you out.

“So?” he asked softly.

You closed your locker slowly.

Looked at him.

At the boy who knew exactly how to make you mad.

And exactly how to make you miss him.

“Fine,” you said finally.

His eyebrows lifted.

“One date.”

Johnny tried—and failed—to hide how quickly he lit up.

“One date,” he repeated.

You pointed at him.

“And if you act like an idiot—”

“I won’t.”

“You always say that.”

“I’ll try really hard not to be an idiot,” he corrected.

You shook your head, already walking past him.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Johnny turned to follow you, grinning now.

“Yeah,” he said. “But you’re still talking to me.”

You didn’t answer.

But you also didn’t walk away any faster.

Which, unfortunately for you…

He definitely noticed.

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