Greased Lightning {Ryder Lynn X Reader}
Prompt: you work at Hummel Tires and Lube (Burt Hummel’s garage) and you see the boys rehearse for Grease
Warnings: one bad word (naughty sam)
Author’s Note: *screams* i love ryder lynn! this is my favourite of the songs and i had to write this. here’s a link to the song (y/h/c) = your hair colour (y/l/n) = your last name
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you walked into Hummel Tires and Lube (seriously? they couldn’t have picked a better name?) dressed in their signature grey jumpsuit with (y/n) on the tag. you tied your (y/h/c) hair up into a ponytail and saw your friends Ryder, Sam, Jake, Mike, Joe, Finn and Artie dancing to Greased Lightning.
you laughed as you watched them dance and sing, jumping around on an old rusty junker car. the car was clunking and rattling, but the only sound you could hear was the sound of Ryder’s voice. he was like an angel. a really, really sexy, leather-clad angel.
once they had finished, they all sat on the car in odd, grease-like positions. you applauded the boys and grinned.
“A+, boys. you better get me tickets to this show if you perform it like tat!” you laughed.
“Shit, (y/n)! how long have you been there?!” shouted Sam.
”when you started doing this. you jumped on the car, practically pushing Ryder off and broke into song and dance. “Go greased lightning, you’re burning up the quarter mile.” you danced around on the car for a while, partially copying what Ryder did and partially making fun of them. they all laughed.
“Damn, (y/n), they should have casted you as Danny Zuko!” laughed Ryder, scrunching up his nose. damn, he was cute.
“nah, i couldn’t even do half of what you did.” you said, lightly punching his shoulder. “you’re really talented, you know that, right?”
the boys all shouted “awwwwww” in unison. you glared at them, whilst Ryder just looked at you like you were made of diamonds.
“y’know, (y/n), if you wanted to go see the show, i could get you tickets. then we could get food at BreadstiX afterwards.” ryder said, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.
“yeah, i’d like that.” you smiled.
“YEAH!” shouts Jake, “RYDER GOT A DATE!”
“shut your mouth, Puckerman.” replied Ryder.
“(y/l/n)! get over here!” shouted Burt Hummel, your boss.
“hey, i gotta go. you guys were great, keep it up.” you gave them a thumbs up before turning to walk away.
Ryder grabbed your arm and pulled you back. he placed a light kiss on your lips. it was only for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
“see you later, yeah?” he grinned after he broke the kiss.
“yeah.” you smiled.
