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The Chaperones Pt 7 - Kenickie x Reader

I finished my coursework for the week early so I thought I would reward myself with a new part. While I do recommend reading the previous part for some more fluff (Kenickie and reader going to a dance together) I genuinely try to make sure someone completely new to this could pick it up from any part and keep up with the plot up to that part. 

TLDR: You and Kenickie have always been “the Chaperones,” always keeping your friends Sandy and Danny from letting the good thing they have go. You went to the dance together and decided to just focus on each other for a night. Maybe now you can focus on just being together. 

Pt 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6

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After the dance you were pretty sure Danny and Sandy were splitsville but honestly? You and Kenickie didn’t exactly care. You cared about your friends of course and you both separately showed your support for your respective side of the couple (you still weren’t sure if they had broken up officially or not yet) but you two were pretty busy locking lips these days. 

Your classes were spent making notes for each other in your notebook. Kenickie had started doodling you and him together and both of you put little teasing comments or made plans for after school or just...just gave each other the sappiest looks. He loved you, of that you were quite certain now, and after you two went to the dance together and decided to let Sandy and Danny crash and burn on their own just the once something pretty wonderful came out of the ashes. 

He didn’t even bother going to check after school if Danny was going to come and meet up with everyone at the Frozen Zone. He kept offering but Danny always ended up saying no. If he showed up he spent the night moping and then leaving early despite you and Kenickie trying your best to include him without an awkardness. Same with Sandy, and you learned pretty quickly not to bring up Danny’s name. You weren’t sure what he did at the dance but you were pretty sure Sandy caught him getting too close to an old flame or one of them said something and the anger spread like wildfire. 

It was freeing, realizing you were no longer responsible for what those two did and you never were in the first place. While you were grateful the relationship had led to you finding some common ground (then finding even more) with Kenickie you realized now just how much energy it took keeping your friends together. You and Kenickie had slowly come to the same conclusion that it wasn’t really worth it any more and then the realization that there was more going on between the two of you. “The Chaperones” really had just become “Cakes and Kenickie” and that was a good place to be in. 

“You really can’t come up with anything better than ‘Cakes’, huh?” You teased him once as you two were yet again at the Frozen Palace dancing before the planned trip up to make out point for a little guaranteed privacy. 

“Cakes” was a variation of “Pancakes.” Kenickie had always teased you when it came to nicknames with “short stack” being a favorite in the early days. When, on a group outing, you had spilled syrup all over you then it was replaced with “Pancakes” and when he got tired of such a long word it was replaced again with “Cakes.” Really you should’ve known back then, because when Putzie had made a joke about you having “something sticky” on you Kenickie gave a clear enough threat no one joked about the incident again. 

“You already got ‘babe’, ‘baby’, and ‘mine.’ Don’t get too picky on me.” Kenickie said but you knew more nicknames were to come. 

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Kenickie was tense again. He had been that way around you for a while now but you had just not known him enough to notice it. When you two went to the dance and when you started going on dates he realized his feelings for you were reciprocated and he eased up significantly, but today, you could tell, he had a bad case of nerves. 

Did not help that something had happened with his car on the way to the drive in so you two were currently on the side of the road while he fixed it. He promised it was just a quick fix and you knew he knew what he was doing but still. You ended up getting out of the car after a long enough wait to give him a kiss and to try and assure him gently whatever was bothering him was going to be alright. Then he accidentally elbowed you since you got a little too close and he hadn’t realized you had snuck up on him while he worked on his car. You held your nose and he started muttering a few curses as he grabbed a handkerchief and tried to stop the blood, apologizing profusely. 

“Baby, it’s alright.” You tried to assure him as he looked at you in a panic. 

“It is not, I’m trying to make this a perfect night and here I went and broke your nose.” 

“You didn’t break my nose.” You said and gave him a look. 

“It’s bleeding a lot, babe,” he said and kept looking at the handkerchief he was keeping firmly in place. 

“Greased Lightning good to go?” You ask instead, knowing he needed something to focus on other than the guilt and whatever else was bothering him. 

He nodded but his worried gaze never left you. 

“I’m gonna sit down and keep this on my nose just in case. You are gonna take a second then drive us in for date night, alright?” 

He nodded and it took a bit of time to get him to calm down but once you were seated and he saw there was no more blood he quickly calmed down and focused on getting to the drive in. 

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He was tapping again and you knew what that meant. He kept tap tap tapping away at the seating as you two cuddled and shared popcorn. 

Finally you asked him, “Why are you so nervous?” 

He paled a little and based on his expression he looked like he’d been caught red handed. “What’re you talking about, Cakes?” 

You fixed him with a look. “You didn’t break my nose if that is what you are worried about.” 

He shook his head and tapped the dashboard with his left hand, his right arm being around you. “No, no, I mean yes, I am worried about that, it’s just...” he sighed and moved his arm off of you. 

You kept looking at him in confusion until you realized. He was pulling something out of his pocket. He couldn’t find whatever it was and started panicking until he saw it must have landed on the seat. He breathed a sigh of relief once it was back in his hands. 

“I just...” he held it up for you to see.

You know in shop class the guys often learned some metalworking and made rings out of spoons but this was different. This was something he had clearly made for you. It had an intricate design on it that was definitely not the sort of thing he would wear in a ring. His were always plain silver. Oh, Kenickie.

“Wanted to ask if you’d be my steady, Cakes.” He said and looked at you hopefully, but also like he was expecting the worst. 

“Oh, of course I will!” As if it was any question. Kenickie showed his love in so many ways, and had for quite some time when it came to you. This felt like the perfect example of his love: he had taken his time to pick out a spoon with a design you’d like and probably went to the extra work to make sure he had your ring size so it would fit. You could see his craftsmanship was damn near perfect and he had no doubt went through the entire process of making it knowing he wanted to give it to you. 

You got a little busy putting his ring on and sharing soft kisses but he whispered that he loved you and you said it right back. 

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After high school you got engaged and married shortly after. You never really took that ring off although Kenickie ended up making a few more for you ‘as extra credit for shop class.’ 

One evening as you two settled for bed you looked at your ring, your wedding one, and smiled at him. “Hey, remember when you broke my nose?” 

“Hey, I did not break your nose.” He quickly corrected you and brought you in to cuddle. 

“Sounds better if we say you did.” You teased and he huffed. 

“Had to make sure you were going to say yes and stick around.” He joked. 

“Well I did,” you said softly. “Best decision of my life.”

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The Ultimate Embarrassment - Kenickie x Reader

Cute blurb with another headcannon of mine. You’re about to find out his real biggest secret. 

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You don’t know how you ended up in this situation. Scratch that, you knew exactly how - you believed him when he said he wouldn’t pass out on you. And yet, here you were, sitting on the couch with your partner’s head in your lap. 

Kenickie swore up and down that yeah, he had an early morning shift at Bargain City, but he wouldn’t spend all afternoon on the street corner with the guys and you two could have a good time just the two of you as soon as his shift was over. You had gotten dolled up and everything seeing as he had promised he was going to put more effort into today, but then you came over he was out. Any and all attempts to wake him just put you further into your current situation - his head was on your lap and he grumbled under his breath any time you tried to wake him. 

His mother at least had a little pity on you. She got you some snacks and put the television on and if you asked she happily changed the channel or got you some other things you might need. It was...kinda cute, having him asleep on you but when you pushed him off just enough for a bathroom break you noticed it - he had drooled on you. 

You had resorted to pushing him off and scooting in the other direction to get up and off the couch when you noticed it on your jeans. Before you could really react he grunted.

At first you figured he was still asleep but then he blinked a little and looked up at you with a yawn. “Well good mornin’, good lookin’,” he said with a low rumble, a morning voice that almost made sitting on your butt for two hours worth it.  

“Afternoon,” you corrected him quickly. A bit of your earlier irritation returned, quickly making you forget about the dot you had seen on your jeans. “Almost evening.” 

He paused for a minute, clearly still waking himself up, and leaned in to kiss you. “I’ll make it up to you, baby,” he promised, and you were damn well going to make him keep it. 

“And for the drool, too,” you said playfully. 

He froze and reached to rub the back of his neck. One of his fingers tapped the couch, a habit you had taken a while to figure out was one of his tells. “You noticed that, huh?” 

“It’s kinda cute,” you admitted. “But you still owe me two hours.”

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Matching Uniforms - Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

On the way to the airport of all places this idea came to me. Love the idea of reader having an affinity for denim and t-shirts too. Also had a couple ideas but I wanted to post a Kenickie fic for my 100th post since that was what I really have been posting from the beginning. 

Warnings: None! Just some fluff and some light teasing although reader is (very slightly, if you squint) hinted at being afab

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Technically related to The Chaperones and Just a Drawing. Just One. but you can pick up from any part (including this multi-part series)

From The Chaperones Pt 4: 

“He looked at you. He was slouched back in the booth and you were fully lying with your upper body on the table at this point. ‘Maybe you just haven’t found the right person, Cakes.’ 

Now that was a new one. He’d probably just say he got tired of saying the full ‘Pancakes’, but something in his gaze told you the truth. Enough of it, for now. 

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Once you tried jeans there was no going back, especially when you discovered man jeans. Kenickie had been the number one defender of a good pair of jeans from the moment you met him but what finally convinced you was one night he just decided to see how many bottles he could fit in his pockets and you saw that one, he could fit more than one in a single pocket and two, practically the whole bottle could fit in the pocket. 

Kenickie had taken you to get your first pair and everything. He just guessed “here should be about your size,” and handed you jeans with two sets of numbers on it for the size. You went to try them on and he kept guard outside since, technically, this was a men's store and you had gotten a bit self-conscious seeing all the adult men shopping. When you told him it was too tight around the waist he grabbed one for you that was a number up in the first number and it fit perfectly. 

When you came out to show him he smirked and said, “Your ass looks good in it, Cakes. I’m almost jealous.” 

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You loved those jeans and you wore them everywhere. They were comfortable, fit perfectly, matched everything. You’d wear them with t-shirts and blouses and sweaters, but with time you found out the best combination was those jeans and a shirt. 

Even if it started some teasing. Your friends were quick to point out that the jeans did look good on you of course but eventually they made a connection that you hadn’t yet and started calling you and Kenickie names like “thing one and thing two” (Putzie had some younger cousins and thought he was really clever for that one). 

When you wore a cute blouse to school and a sweater you would’ve thought the world had ended. Sonny was the first to notice. “Hey Pancakes,” (he had learned the hard way not to call you “Cakes.”) “Where’s your matching uniform?” 

That got Putzie and Danny to laugh but Kenickie was busy getting up from his place on the stands to embrace you. “Hey, you don’t need that anymore.” He said and slipped your sweater off from where you had it tied around your shoulders. 

You opened your mouth to protest but he had already shrugged off his T-Bird jacket and had slipped it around your shoulders. “There. Keep an eye on that for me, and give me some sugar.” He said and smirked as he got you to give him a soft kiss.  

He chased your mouth for another one but you fixed him with a look. “And what about my sweater, huh?” 

“Oh, I’ll be keeping an eye on this,” he said and, having decided to be playful, gave your sweater a loud sniff and rolled his eyes back. He couldn’t resist an opportunity to joke. 

“You are such a pig.” You said and tried to take the sweater back but he held it up just barely out of reach. 

“Oh no, you don’t. You’re out of uniform,” Kenickie said and the guys took the opportunity to laugh and rejoin the conversation. Normally soon as Kenickie was all over you they knew to back off. 

“Kenickie!” 

If it really bothered you that much he would’ve stopped the teasing right there but he wanted to keep up the game and you were both having fun with this. As you reached up again he said, “You got my jacket, that’s as close as we can get to covering up your infraction.” 

“I’m allowed to wear a cute blouse and sweater to school.” You defended but your heart was hardly in it. You were still wrapping yourself around him and pretending like you really wanted that sweater back. 

“One kiss and you get it back. No, make it five.”

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Just a Drawing. Just One. Pt 3 - Kenickie x Reader

Going to include the other parts but of course they aren’t necessary for the plot. 

Oops I Broke It ~ I Saw Nothing ~ Pt 1 ~ Pt 2

Also technically this is going to be “I Saw Nothing” from Kenickie’s perspective so consider giving it a read. 

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He was getting too bold with the drawing so he supposed he only had himself to blame for what happened today. You had never pushed him to see more drawings (to his great surprise) and you never so much as tried to look over his shoulder (although you sometimes looked at him) so it was pretty easy to just keep what he was doing away from you. It’s not like he had much to worry about. Yeah, there was one drawing of you sitting at your desk after his dream about you and one of a kid that bore a striking resemblance to you after another dream about you...

But that was it! The rest were sketches of parts he wanted to use on his car or how he imagined Greased Lightning was going to look. And some before drawings of his baby as is so he could have a nice “before" and "after." He was grateful for the excuse to get away from you every now and then. He liked spending time with you, don’t get him wrong, but he was all too aware you two were only getting closer and his mind tended to wander if he was around you too long without something to do. 

You two helping Danny and Sandy was probably the best way he could have an excuse to be around you and have something to keep his brain busy while he was at it. He was cooked when it came to Chemistry and it was just you two. That was why he was actually almost passing that class. He was so determined to focus on anything else that school was beginning to look like a worthy investment. 

The inevitable came to pass one day. It was lunch and he had finally finished a small doodle of Greased Lightning, flames and all. He went to join the other T-birds up higher on the bleachers as they talked about their plan for how they would *ahem* acquire some parts for Greased Lightning that night. They all made a list and divided the list of parts into groups based on strengths. Kenickie was really hoping the guys would pull through and by the end of the week his baby would just need a fresh coat of paint. 

He just so happened to see you down a few levels quickly putting something back in his knapsack and put two and two together. He felt a rush of panic but he forced himself to keep his cool as he descended one pointed step at a time. 

He plopped down next to you with a thud and decided his best response was a simple, “What did you see?” He felt marginally better when he had his sketchpad in his hand. At least you wouldn’t be able to see more this way. He just hoped you hadn’t done too much digging before putting it back. 

“Nothing,” you said quickly, too quickly, and he felt a rush of anger and disbelief. You weren’t even going to admit to it? 

But then you looked at him and said, “Greased Lightning looks nice that way.” 

He felt a rush of relief even if he was still skeptical. Yeah, you had seen, but you only mentioned his car. There were plenty of drawings of his car in there, so there was a decent enough chance you hadn’t seen the two drawings he wanted to keep most secret. Maybe he would just have to tear those out and hide them. He just...couldn’t bring himself to burn him although he had initially been tempted. 

He held your gaze and you seemed earnest enough. He could let this drop. “Yeah, she’s gonna look even better on Thunder Road,” he said and decided he was going to hide those drawings. It wasn’t worth the risk.

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"Oh So Scary" Pt. 2 - Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

Reader genuinely being scared by the movie and Kenickie comforting them, my love. The idea came to me as soon as part 1 of this was posted. These are one shots vaguely connected by the idea of cuddling due to fear (pretend or otherwise) so enjoy. Reader who is a bit of a scaredy cat deserves some recognition. 

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Kenickie was adamant about going to the drive in for a date night. It was a pretty cheap date night if one were willing to hide in the trunk and that money could better be spent on popcorn anyway. It being a Friday the 13th Kenickie was itching to go since the drive in was having a scary movie marathon. You expected it would be the usual assortment of cheap movies you two could laugh at so of course you agreed to go. 

And at first it was exactly what you expected. As soon as school was over Kenickie had you by the arm and he was taking you to the parking lot. He made your friends make arrangements for their own rides and eagerly took you himself so soon the two of you were sharing popcorn and cuddling while a cheap movie played. 

That was how the evening mostly went aside from a few breaks to lock lips. It was after maybe the third movie that things shifted. It was darker out and the heat of day had given way to a chilly night. Kenickie was more than happy to oblige when it came to some cuddles and “warming you up” but you found yourself paying more attention to the movie than was probably good for you. 

Especially when you felt it. You always jumped at jump scares no matter how much you knew they were coming (and that was why you particularly hated them) but this movie was more than that. You genuinely felt like it (whatever it was) was prowling around in the night about to get you. 

“Man, this movie is lamesville, right, babe?” Kenickie said and looked over to see you downright shivering. 

“Hey, I’m usually a furnace. Don’t tell me you’re cold?” He had thrown his jacket around your shoulders already and was cuddling you in the seat. Normally by now you were pushing him away so you could have a minute to cool off from the heat of the surface of the sun (him). 

“Just a little.” You said easily but he saw it. You were trembling. 

“Hey, that monster out there don’t look so tough.” He said and you looked at him. “Bet I could take him.” 

You just sat there for a moment, but then said a soft, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, look at him. Bet he’s a real puny thing, they always are. I could take ‘em, no problem.” He wrapped an arm around you to emphasize his next point. “Besides, feel these babies. Been working so hard, bet I could send that monster cryin’.” 

When you let out a soft giggle he knew he was winning. He flexed his muscles for you and you reached out to get a feel. “Yeah, feel that, baby? That monster doesn’t stand a chance, not with these.” 

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The Chaperones Pt 6 - Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

This part I especially wanted to make sure could be a standalone since it's so fluffy. It has been over a month and the last time Kenickie asked you to go to the dance with him so of course I had to write the next part! I read all the other parts in preparation for this because Kenickie and reader slowly falling for each other is such a comfort. Anyway, enjoy~! 

Well, at least you and Kenickie have a good time at the dance. 

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As always, I try to make sure that the other parts provide some more context but aren’t necessary to enjoy the fic, especially as I add more and more parts.

Pt 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~

Also technically related to Just a Drawing. Just One. 

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You were going to the dance. With Kenickie. It was hard to really wrap your head around the idea especially when Kenickie acted so nonchalant about it (around you. Secretly, he had jazzed you up a bit for the guys, as if he or they really needed it). Your conversation about it was handled in Chemistry where you two were writing notes to each other on one side of your notebook. It went as follows: 

“I’ll pick you up. Need the address,” Kenickie wrote. 

You wrote down your address in the corner of the paper and he ripped it out so he’d have it. He had, technically, been to your house one time because you two had stayed at the Frozen Palace pretty late and he had offered to take you home since it was dark. He probably wanted to make sure he had it. 

And that was it. You still weren’t entirely sure this was a date. Sure, Kenickie made it seem like he just wanted it to be you two (even though initially you had stated your plans to go with a group of friends) and he did get a little fidgety with (you finally realized) nerves, but still. He hadn’t exactly spelled out point blank this is a date and you didn’t want to assume as much. You still found yourself preparing to look extra nice and fuss a little over details regardless. 

“Eat before?” You wrote. 

He shook his head and wrote, “Free food at the dances. If not we eat after.” It was smart, planning to take advantage of the concessions and Rydell didn’t typically skimp out on food at these dances, much to your luck. 

You wrote a check mark to show your agreement with the plan and he went back to doodling something on the paper. You let him as the instructor just said something you realized you should write down. 

It wasn’t until class was over and you closed your notebook that you saw it. Kenickie had drawn a little doodle of the two of you at the dance. Okay, maybe he did totally see this as a date after all. 

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Well, at least you and Kenickie had a good time at the dance. Day of he arrived right on time to pick you up and your family was only all too happy to take some pictures of both you and Kenickie together and separately. You would be glad for the reminder of this in the future if nothing else, as you could just feel this was the start of something and you had every reason to believe it was good.

The ride over only confirmed it. You sat right next to Kenickie and some of your favorite songs were on the radio and you two sang along and laughed and just enjoyed being in each other’s presence. He dressed up nice as did you, and some of that stiffness he had lessened as he eased into a seemingly perfect night. 

You two had been so wrapped up in each other you had missed it. The actual dance you two said hello to your friends and everyone seemed ecstatic. Plans were vaguely made between friends for dancing and to meet up at a local place that was bound to be open still even if the dancing kept going well into the early hours of the next morning. 

Kenickie pulled you away from everyone else once plans were made so he could have you to himself. You two danced the night away, through songs fast, and slow, absorbed in the feeling of arms around each other and each and every precious moment the night afforded you. Once during some slow dancing you swore there was a moment he was going to kiss you but he seemed to have lost his nerve at the last second and held you tighter, his head coming to rest on your shoulder instead. 

When the song ended he just said, “You hungry yet?” 

You felt your stomach rumble. “Very.” 

He led you over to the concessions table and you two found yourselves in the stands of the gym together eating. You were hardly the only couple doing this so Kenickie led you higher up where you two could be alone. You put your head on his shoulder as you ate and he rested his on yours. Everything was just so perfectly seamless tonight. 

But then he muttered a curse. 

“What?” 

You started to shift but he put his arm around you. “Nothin’, Cakes, don’t worry about it,” he said quickly. 

But you saw it. Sandy walking out of the gym, clearly distressed, and Danny standing there unsure what to do. Probably all too late when he finally snapped to his senses and went running to catch up with her. 

You echoed his earlier curse. “What’re we going to do?” 

“Nothing.” Kenickie said easily. “They need to sort out their own problems.” 

“We’re the Chaperones, Nickie, we can’t just leave them to make an even bigger mess of things,” you argued and your head left his shoulder as you met his gaze. 

“Well why can’t we just be Cakes and Nickie for once, huh?” He snapped, and quickly sighed. “I’m tired of fixing their problems and I wanna just have one night just us, pancakes.” 

That nickname. You should’ve known back then when you spilled that damn syrup all over yourself and Kenickie only really let himself be the one to tease you about it. You should’ve known when you found that one drawing he made of you and how lately he had been pushing for you two to have a good time and not worry so much about Danny and Sandy. When he went out of his way to make sure you would have one perfect night just you two. 

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Tonight is gonna be just us, Cakes and Nickie.” You agreed. 

You’d think you hung the sun and the moon in the sky the way he smiled at you then. “Yeah?” He asked, still looking as if he expected you to take it back. 

“Yeah. Just us.” 

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You two finished dancing the night away then went to get food at the late night diner where you earned your nickname. You split pancakes bought with money you pooled together (but mostly his) and then he drove you home. 

When he pulled up to your place and stopped his car he just said, “thanks for tonight, Cakes. I really just want it to be just us sometimes, you know?” He was tapping the wheel as he said it and slowly looked over at you. 

“I know the feeling.” 

“Can I have one more thing?” His gaze met yours. 

“Sure?” You said, unsure but slowly realizing what he meant as he leaned closer and kissed you with plenty of time for you to lean forward and kiss him, too. 

His voice was soft as he said, “Thanks for tonight.” 

“We’ll have more like them,” you promised. “Just us.”

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Happy Birthday, Cakes - Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

Self-indulgence in the form of a short blurb as a happy belated birthday to me. I do hope you enjoy it. 

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From The Chaperones Pt 4: 

“He looked at you. He was slouched back in the booth and you were fully lying with your upper body on the table at this point. ‘Maybe you just haven’t found the right person, Cakes.’ 

Now that was a new one. He’d probably just say he got tired of saying the full ‘Pancakes’, but something in his gaze told you the truth. Enough of it, for now.”

Here is also Pt 5 (the currently latest chapter)

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You had been uncertain when it was going to happen. You had gotten quite close with the Pink Ladies and the T-birds so you knew they were planning something for your birthday, but whenever you pressed for details they jokingly acted like they had no idea it was coming up and that they better start planning now. To the point you were starting to think maybe they had just been putting it off. 

They were smart about it though and you found plenty of surprises, just no one willing to claim them yet. When you got to school your locker had been wrapped up in wrapping paper with a cute design and inside had been a note letting you know the celebration would happen that evening at the Frozen Palace. 

During classes your friends didn’t make too big of a deal out of it but they each passed you small gifts during the day full of things you needed or liked, small tokens you were sure plenty of them had scrounged some money for, had used their allowance on, or in some cases had made themselves. 

All except Kenickie. You were beginning to wonder if he had forgotten or just hadn’t been able to come up with something in time. All of your classes you had together he had made a point to sit next to you (to annoy you originally before you became friends) which made it even more awkward when more of your friends gave their little tokens and wished you well in their own way. 

When school was over you forgot about it and tried to focus on having a good time with your friends, even as the number slowly dwindled because couples got distracted or, it being a school night, some actual studying and homework needed to be done. 

You were at the booth trying to decide if it was time to call it a night when Kenickie slid in next to you. Viola, the waitress, came by with the biggest sundae you had ever seen and wished you a quiet happy birthday, mercifully saving you from having the birthday song sung at you. Damn big sundae. You had been wanting to try it because it had all kinds of sweets and flavors mixed in but it would take forever to save up for it. 

Kenickie smirked, and before you could thank him he just said, “Happy birthday, Cakes.”

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"Oh So Scary" - Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

Who doesn’t love the idea of being scared as an excuse to cuddle close? I already know there is going to be a second part to this where reader is genuinely scared because I have had the idea for part one for ages with every intention of making it a one shot then had the perfect idea for a part two. This always happens smh 🤣

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The nice part about the drive in was that it was a fairly cheap date, especially if one were willing to hide in the trunk of the car to get in for free. The downside was there was no way of guaranteeing the movies shown were going to be high quality. 

It was a Friday the 13th so the drive in was showing all kinds of cheesy horror movies and Kenickie had been itching for a date night with you already. So much in fact he thought nothing of making his friends rely on Sonny’s cousin Finn to get there if it meant having you to himself the second the bell rang that Friday. 

Now the two of you were cuddled up in Greased Lightning with the movie playing. Normally you two would be pretty occupied with locking lips and if his dark gaze on you was any indication he would be when he could but for now you two were splitting a popcorn and half paying attention to the movie. 

“Man, this movie is weirdsville,” Kenickie said. 

“What’s even happening?” You had been kind of distracted by the idea of kissing him too. 

He shook his head. “No clue. Something about that old creep experimenting? And I’m guessing the broad is his latest victim?” He just kept looking at the screen in bewilderment and it occurred to you that your time could be much better spent wrapped around him or under or over him anyway. 

“Oh no, so scary..” you said, leaning into him and lowering your voice. 

“You’re telling me you’re really scared about that old man going ape, babe? I could take him. You could take him.” He said, looking at you until he saw your look and realizing what you meant. 

“Just kiss me before you lose this round of backseat bingo,” you tell him and he eagerly gathered you in his arms.