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descendant-of-evil · 1 year

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Under Her Shadow| Gil LeGume

Pairing: Platonic!Gil x Mal's Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,667

Trigger warning: this story contains themes of emotional neglect and family dysfunction.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a one-shot, so please don't be too harsh on me...

Summary: Basically it's a sad & lonely-reader meeting and befriending the ball-of-sunshine that is Gil LeGume...

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You stand in a secluded alley on the Isle of the Lost, watching as Mal and her friends wreak havoc on the poor inhabitants of this forsaken place. You are Mal's younger sister, but it often feels like you don't even exist to your own mother, Maleficent, who openly favors Mal over you, always praising her older daughter's every move and putting her on a pedestal. Meanwhile, you are left in the shadows, feeling invisible and unwanted.

You watch as Mal struts around with her new friends, Jay, Evie, and Carlos. They are now the most infamous gang of Vks on the İsle, known as the "Core Four", and Mal is the leader. They’ve been inseparable since going on that crazy quest (that you weren’t part of) to retrieve Maleficent’s scepter: The Dragon’s Eye.

As you see them all laughing and joking together, a bitter wave of loneliness washes over you (despite knowing that deep down, you'll never fit in with them, no matter how hard you try). You have no one to talk to, no one to confide in, and no one to call a friend.

You try to approach Mal, to see if she'll pay any attention to you, but she brushes you off with a wave of her hand. She's too busy with her new friends, and you're just an afterthought. As the day wears on, you find yourself feeling more and more isolated. You watch as Mal and her friends plan their next scheme, and you know you'll never be a part of it.

Eventually, you decide to wander off on your own. You find yourself in the docks, sitting on a barrel, feeling sorry for yourself. You can't help but wonder why your mother doesn't love you as much as she loves Mal. What did you do wrong?

As you sit there, lost in your thoughts, a shadow falls over you. You look up to see a boy standing in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. It's Gil LeGume, son of Gaston.

"What are you doing here all alone?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.

You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing how to answer.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill over. "No," you whisper.

Gil sits down beside you, and you're surprised at how comfortable you feel around him. You've always been too disgusted by Gaston and his sons to talk to them, but Gil seems different.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice soft.

Trusting your instincts, you take a deep breath and tell him everything. About how Maleficent favors Mal over you, about how you feel invisible and unwanted. About how you're always left out and never included.

Gil listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. When you're finished, he puts his arm around you, and you lean into him. It's the first time in a long time that you've felt comforted.

"You know," Gil says, "Blood-Family isn't everything. You don't need the approval of your mother to be happy."

You look up at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that you shouldn't have to strive to be like Mal, for Maleficent’s approval. You don't have to follow in her footsteps. You can be your own person, and make your own choices. You can do whatever you want and be whomever you want to be… That’s what İ did and İ’ve never been happier."

You nod, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time. Maybe he's right. Maybe you don't have to be in Mal's shadow forever.

Gil stands up, pulling you to your feet with him. "Come on," he says, "Let's go to Ursula’s Fish and Chips, I heard that the fries are on discount today."

You smile, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. Maybe today isn't so bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find your own place in the world, away from Mal's shadow.

As you and Gil walk through the Isle of the Lost, you start to see things in a different light. You notice people and places that you've never seen before, and you begin to realize that there's a whole world outside of Mal's group.

You and Gil sit on a bench, eating your chips and talking about everything and nothing. You tell him about your favorite things, like reading and drawing, and he tells you about his love for pirating and sports.

It's the first time in a long time that you've had a real conversation with someone, and you realize how much you've been missing out on.

When the sun starts to set, Gil walks you back to your home. You thank him for spending time with you, and he gives you a smile that makes your heart flutter.

As you walk into your house, you're surprised to see Maleficent waiting for you. She looks angry, and you feel a pang of fear in your chest.

"Where have you been, Y/N?" she demands, her eyes narrowed.

"I was just out," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Out where?" she snaps.

"Just around," you say, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

Maleficent glares at you for a few more seconds before storming off, leaving you standing there, feeling small and insignificant.

You walk up to your room, closing the door behind you. You sit on your bed, staring at the wall, feeling tears sting your eyes. You thought maybe things were going to change, but now you feel like you're right back where you started.

As the night wears on, you can hear Mal and her friends laughing and having fun outside your window. You try to ignore them, but their voices carry, taunting you with their happiness.

You pull your blanket up around your shoulders, feeling alone and forgotten. You try to remind yourself of what Gil said earlier, that you don't need to be like Mal or her friends, that you can make your own choices.

But it's hard to believe that when you feel so unloved and unwanted.

Eventually, you fall asleep, but your dreams are plagued with visions of Mal and Maleficent, both of them looking down on you with disdain.

When you wake up in the morning, you feel drained and exhausted. You don't want to face another day of feeling like you don't belong.

But then you remember Gil's words, and you decide to try to take his advice. You grab a notebook and start to write, letting your imagination run wild.

As the day wears on, you find yourself getting lost in your poetry, forgetting about the world outside your bedroom window.

You're surprised when you hear a knock on the balcony of your window. You look up to see Gil standing there, a shy smile on his face.

"Hey," he says, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again today?"

You smile, feeling warmth in your chest. Maybe things are starting to change after all.

Together, you and Gil explore the Isle of the Lost, discovering new places and things to do. You feel like you're finally starting to find your own place in the world, as your own person.

As the sun starts to set, you and Gil sit on a rooftop overlooking the Isle of the Lost. You talk about everything and nothing, and you realize how much you've come to value his friendship.

"You know," Gil says, "You're pretty fun to hang out with."

You laugh, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "Thanks," you say, feeling a happiness that you haven't felt in a long time.

As the night wears on, you and Gil walk back to your house. You say goodnight, feeling a sense of contentment that you haven't felt in a long time.

But as soon as you open the door to your house, that sense of contentment disappears. Maleficent is waiting for you, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

"Where have you been, this time?" she demands.

You feel a knot form in your stomach as you try to come up with an answer. "Out with a friend," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Maleficent glares at you, her eyes narrowing. "Out with a friend? Fool! Villains don't have friends, only allies… Your sister is a leader with three minions, why can’t you be more like her?" she says, her voice dripping with disdain.

You feel tears sting your eyes as you realize that nothing has changed. Maleficent still sees you as inferior to Mal, and nothing you do can change that.

But then you remember Gil's words, and you find a newfound strength inside of you. You stand up straighter, looking Maleficent in the eye.

"I'm my own person," you say, your voice steady. "I don't need to be like Mal to be happy."

Maleficent's expression softens for a moment, but then it hardens again. "You'll never be as good as Mal," she says, her voice cold.

You feel a sense of defeat wash over you as Maleficent walks away, leaving you standing there, alone and forgotten once again.

But then you remember the happiness you felt with Gil, and you realize that you don't need Maleficent's approval to be happy. You have your own interests and your own passions, and you don't need to live in Mal's shadow anymore.

From that moment on, you start to embrace your own identity. You spend most of your time with Gil, exploring the Isle of the Lost and discovering new things. You draw and read and write, finding joy in the things that make you unique.

And even though Maleficent still sees you as inferior to Mal, you now know that you don't need her approval to be happy. You have your own place in the world, away from Mal's shadow, and you've finally embraced the fact that you don't need to be anyone but yourself to be happy…

#descendants #disney descendants #descendants x reader #gil legume #the isle of the lost #gil x reader #descendants fandom #descendants fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #sister reader #maleficent #oneshot #imagine

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the-writing-warg · 1 year

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Something I've noticed that I haven't seen others talk about very much is this

The armour elrond wears in the hobbit is the base for the armour he wears in the war of the last alliance.

And it's not cause its his only suit of armour because in the first hobbit film we see him wearing this suit

He really went and pulled out the fancy armour to go rescue gandalf.

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fistfuloflightning · 6 months

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Gil-galad | star of radiance

rough sketch for Day 5: Gil-galad for @nolofinweanweek

#ever since I read him having silver hair in the Nature of Middle earth I haven’t been able to imagine him otherwise #(also some unaddressed trauma from the RoP gil galad 🥺)#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #the silmarillion #gil galad #aeglos #if I had more time I’d clean this up #actually I might just do that #later #my art #tolkien art

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lovewheeler · 10 months

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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐠. 𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n — i am…rusty so forgive me that this is so short! but i wanted to get smth out for my shawties and bc my gil brainrot is sooooo bad .. anyway enjoy! pink lady!reader, reader is latina, fem!reader <3 for @cyansadness sorry this took like eight million years </3

summary — a look into your relationship with your favorite boy, gil rizzo.

wc — 620

“hey hey hey, did’ya really think i’d let you get out without me doin’ it for you? c’mon, get back in.”

your boyfriend’s eyebrows are knit together tightly in a way you could think of as disappointed if it wasn’t for the little smirk playing at his lips.

you give him a long look, one eyebrow raised because seriously? he cannot be serious right now.

but he is, and you both stare at each other for a moment before you let out a dramatic groan and clamber back into the driver’s side of your car.

“y’know, rizzo —“ you speak as you duck back in, closing the door and clasping your hands politely in your lap, “if you had just picked me up then we wouldn’t even be havin’ this problem—“

“—that’s not my fault!” gil’s response comes out faster than you can even finish your sentence, his tone laced with offense, “i had to drop betty off today! and she was very upset she couldn’t see you, by the way, talked my ear off the entire drive about how it wasn’t fair that she ‘had to be stuck with her idiot brother and not his cool girlfriend’. personally i think it’s gotta be that time of the month or somethin’ because—“

gil cuts himself off the second he sees the glare you give him, immediately holding his hands up, “sorry, sorry! i’ll stop talking, i should definitely stop talking.”

“proud of you, you never realize it that quickly.” you grin, watching him open your car door and reaching your hand out in a very practiced gesture. the feel of his larger hand holding yours is familiar, comforting, and you can’t help but feel your face heat up at the touch. quickly you deflect, “and make sure to tell betty i’ll take her out for a manicure soon. no icky boys invited.”

gil holds his heart as if he’s been shot and the giggle it pulls from you is completely unintentional.

how annoying. you’ve been with gil for how long and he still makes you feel like a little girl writing “mrs. richie valdovinos <3” in your diary (if anyone reminds gil of this he might kill them).

gil closes the door behind you and you smile up at him, already turning so he can help you put your favorite article of clothing on — your pretty pink jacket. nancy had even added a sweet heart next to your name, as per your request (though she had to let you know she hated it).

“thank you, amor.” you grin, going onto your tip toes so you can press a soft kiss to his lips. his hands come to rest on your waist and when you pull back the bright blush on his cheeks is evident in spite of his efforts to hide it. you like him like this, vulnerable and sweet and hopelessly lovesick.

the second your lips touch again you pause, leaning back to raise an eyebrow at him, “baby, what time is it?”

“two thirty, pretty girl, why?”

“god dammit, i’ve got class — walk me there?”

gil shoots you a grin that reminds you of the day you two met and you fell in love, nodding and quickly spinning you so you two can start walking.

his hand finds its way to what seems like its forever home, the back pocket of your blue jeans, and you feel your heart flutter in your chest; it’s a feeling you don’t think you’ll ever get used to, but to you that’s not a bad thing.

it just means that gil rizzo will always have the annoyingly endearing ability to make you remember exactly why you fell in love in the first place.

tagging some of my rotpl babes (i’m sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged but I figured you’d like it </3): @sirenlulls @angeltails @fabiolajyx

#gil rizzo x reader #rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease: rise of the pink ladies #gil rotpl x reader #gil rizzo imagines #damn fr no other tags #anyway #mine.

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doodle-pops · 9 months

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‧₊˚. Can You Kiss Me More | Kissing the Elves‧₊˚.

Headcanons: Amrod, Amras, Turgon, Angrod, Aegnor, Gil Galad

༉‧₊˚. Amrod — like you were made of glass.

His arms would encircle your waist while the other rested on the upper portion of your back between your shoulder blades. Lips a few inches away from yours, you could feel his breath ghosting your cheeks and causing your lashes to flutter. Your lips were moist from all the anticipation you were building in your nervousness when he stood before you with determination. Eyes darting from your lips to your eyes, he hesitated at first, testing the waters to ensure you were on board with his actions. Once he saw the gleam of eagerness in your eyes, he tenderly leaned in and planted his slightly rough lips against yours.

The first kiss was fleeting before he planted another, this time, with more vigour. His arms pressed you against his chest while yours gripped his for balance. Amrod kissed you with fiery passion, though, it did not burn. It was warm and welcoming, beckoning you for more. Your lips danced with one another as you tasted the cherry-flavoured wine on his lips and grew eager for more. There was something about him that was addicting, but Amrod was patient enough to pull away with a gentle peck. “Why don’t we continue this inside?” he breathlessly whispered.

༉‧₊˚. Amras — like a cheeky lover on a summer day.

You couldn’t help but giggle as Amras's hands roamed your sides, tickling as they travelled up and down to draw all the laughter he could. Knees planted on either side of your waist as he partially sat on your legs, he hovered with his face near yours, marvelling at the beauty you were. Suddenly, there was a fleeting touch of something wet against your cheek and a grinning Amras gleaming above you. One kiss was never enough for the mischievous ginger, and you didn’t need to be told twice that he was making his rounds for another. This time, you met his halfway when his lips came down to collide with your cheek, with your lips.

Expecting him to be stunted, Amras used the opportunity to strike with his endless puppy-like kisses by grabbing your face. The more you laughed, the more playfully aggressive Amras grew with his kisses, covering every ounce of your skin with his lips. They felt like the sun kissing your skin repeatedly. The pleasures of the summer wind dancing across your skin and caressing you with utmost love and affection were endless and euphoric. Amras blessed you with his sweet kisses from your forehead to your lips. “I expect to receive my share after I’m finished here!”

༉‧₊˚. Turgon — with all his undying passion he’s suppressed.

Feeling your back pressed against the soft picnic blanket, a pair of soft pillows collided with yours, filling you to the brim with passion. You could feel the tension in his movements; he’s been dying to have alone time so he could express his affections. This was the first time he ever took a step towards displaying affection in public—couldn’t call it public when you were miles away from the city. His lips moved against yours with the burning desire to make you feel his love, even his hands that cupped your face held you with might. The soft moan and sigh that escaped his mouth as the kiss progressed told you he was pleased.

Tilting your head upwards to deepen the kiss, your hands trailed to cup his face to meet you at the required angle. The action caused your lips to part and eyes to open, allowing you to witness his mirth. A smile played on his lips, swollen and plump from all the passion he was drunk on delivering. He appeared carefree like the silly young prince who fumbled with his words when he first confessed and bumped heads at your kiss. To see how he had matured and felt comfortable kissing you vigorously was a dream come through. Lifting your head to close the gap, you placed a small peck on his lips and nose before you both giggled. “I can never get tired of kissing you.”

༉‧₊˚. Angrod — kisses you with desperation and hunger.

Standing at the entrance of your home, Angrod stood chest to chest with one hand around your waist and the other cupping the nap of your neck. The evening was peaceful as the sun setting in the background set the ambience while you and Angrod shared your first kiss. The air was filled with passion and desire, the desperation to finally kiss you after waiting for months. Your lips were finally locked with his, and he wasn’t wasting the opportunity to make it everlasting. Whatever space was left between you was closed when he pressed you into his chest to deepen the kiss.

Your lips moved in sync, breaking apart only to gasp for air before returning to make progress. For a moment, you felt like he was devouring your lips with small bites and nibbles. He took control and led the kiss. Occasionally, you would knock your teeth and bump your nose against each other; the action provided humour among the seriousness. Soft chuckles erupted and urged you to pull apart with reddened and plumped lips, and bliss in your eyes. The hands that held you lifted to caress your cheeks. “I can’t wait to kiss you all over again.”

༉‧₊˚. Aegnor — like it’s a fairytale and a dream come true.

You felt like there were butterflies flapping in your stomach and taking you to the heavens, soaring high above the clouds and among the stars. Your stomach was performing cartwheels and tumbles the moment Aegnor’s lips meshed with yours and his hands cradled your face. He treated you as though you were made from the finest gems in all of Arda. The way his lip moulded against yours appeared like a perfect sculpture chiselled out of marble. They were soft and pillowy the more they moved against yours, only breaking apart to kiss at a new angle because one kiss wasn’t enough. The more he kissed, the more you felt yourself being transported.

The little hitches in your breath, when he nibbled on your lips before planting a kiss, felt playful. It was a sign that he was ready to break the kiss and litter your entire face in abundant affection. He always doted on you as if you were a lost treasure, most precious and rare, deserving of all the love he held in his heart. A kiss to your nose, followed by one to your forehead, he took the opportunity to bring you into a sudden dip and ended the last one on your lips. There was an air of charm and innocence as the moment became tranquil—just staring into each other’s eyes and basking in all the unspoken words he wished to say. “Perfect.”

༉‧₊˚. Gil Galad — with an air of playfulness and youth.

For the entire day, no matter how much you complained about it, your loving husband found it best to annoy you with treaties of kisses for everything you were doing. Whether you had made a correct statement at court or won an argument against a court official, he would lean down a litter kisses on your face. You could be walking by and decide to greet him, he’ll pull you in for a kiss or perhaps, adjusting the collar of his robes, he’ll distract you. It didn’t matter what you were doing, kisses were your payment for all you had done for him. A way of your King saying, ‘I love you’ and ‘thank you’.

He has you sandwiched between him and the mattress, hands pinning you to the bed, and lips scattering hundreds of kisses. Your neck, collarbones, upper chest and face weren’t free from the slaughter he chose to brutally attack with. It was all because you decided to take care of him with lunch—he tended to blow things out of proportion—he desired to return the favour. Loving the giggles and ignoring your pleas to let you go, Gil Galad continued to deliver his mountain of love, knowing that you secretly enjoyed every minute. “Stop squirming around my love and let me shower you with my affections!”

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roszabell · 11 months

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collab with beloved @doomspiral, These two do not have normal date nights and it’s both of their faults

tumblr fucked the quality please zoom

#THANK YOU FOR BEING MY NUMBER 1 PRUCAN ENABLER BRO 😩🫶🫶#gil’s just happy to be here #hws canada #hws prussia #prucan #imagine seeing polar opposites walking down the street holding hands #aph canada #aph prussia #canpru #my art #collab #doomspiral

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iloveyourwritingthankyou · 11 months

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Creeping closer and closer to becoming one of those 'fine ill do it myself' people bc there is not enough x reader fanfiction for rise of the pink ladies to keep me happy

#rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #grease rise of the pink ladies #grotpl #richie valdovinos #richie valdovinos x reader #t birds imagine #t birds x reader #gil rizzo x reader #potato x reader

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wordbunch · 11 months

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Elves comforting you

a/n: wifey @queenmeriadoc requested “how elves comfort you when you’re missing your family” and I tried my best to deliver! you know the drill - lemme know how you liked it, reblogs and comments are extremely appreciated and the ask box is open 😊💖 i’m excited/nervous bc it was my first time writing for most of these characters! 👀

INCLUDES: Galadriel, Arondir, Elrond, Celebrimbor, Gil-galad

(Elrond and Galadriel can count both as LOTR and TROP versions, ig?)

GALADRIEL:

absolutely understands you because she was parted from many of her family members and close people

asks you whether you want to talk about something, you want advice or you just want her to distract you somehow

she will offer a shoulder to cry on if you need that

she will run her fingers through your hair

also she will pamper you the whole evening to try and chase the sadness away because she loves to take action as much as she can, especially when it comes to someone she loves deeply

she will bring you your favorite food or some magically calming herbal tea, run you a bath full of flowers and scented salts and all those fancy things

ARONDIR:

he is a great listener and you know you can open up to him about your sadness and nostalgia

you can see in his eyes that he is deeply empathetic

he will gently cradle your face in his hands and wipe away any tears that might appear

in order to cheer you up, he suggests a walk, because sunshine and fresh air always seem to work for him

the walk ends up being a hunt for the most beautiful flowers that he wants to pick for you

so gradually your tears turn to smiles and you end up walking back home together with a bunch of flowers in your arms and his strong arms around your shoulders

ELROND:

oh he completely understands how you feel and he literally tears up a bit when he sees that you’re sad

he will talk you through your feelings and try his best to advise you, but he knows that it can only help so much

his touch is feather light as he takes you to your quarters and he knows you well enough to know the best medicine for your sadness - a cuddle session

he will fiddle with your hair as you two talk, he will be the big spoon if you want him to, eventually he will pepper kisses onto any available area of your skin

if you drift away to sleep, he will still be there and hold you until you wake up, feeling a bit less sad

CELEBRIMBOR:

he doesn’t need to ask “is something wrong”, he can immediately ask “WHAT is wrong” because he can read you that well

he will definitely hold your hands and squeeze them in support while you’re spilling the contents of your heart out

if your family doesn’t live too far away, he will ask whether you want him to accompany you on a trip to them

if that isn’t an option for whatever reason, he is definitely taking you on a “trip” to the forge - he knows you like to watch him work so it will be a nice distraction to you

also maybe he will make you a little something special, suited just to your taste, like a hair accessory, to cheer you up even more

either way he won’t give up until he makes you smile

GIL-GALAD:

while you’re alone and pondering your feelings, he sneaks up behind you and envelops you in a warm hug

he will inquire about your thoughts and emotions in a comforting low voice - he knows exactly how to get you talking

he will immediately suggests going to visit your family if possible

but until then, he will make sure to have your favorite food made for you

and he will dance with you to nonexistent music, maybe hum a tune

and spin you around the biggest hall until your laughter starts echoing around it

also soft kisses are a must

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#Elrond x reader #Galadriel x reader #celebrimbor x reader #Gil-galad x reader #Arondir x reader #trop imagine #Rings of power #Lord of the rings #Lotr imagine #the rings of power imagine #Lotr #the rings of power x reader #from my pocketses

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iguana-eyanna · 11 months

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Could I request Gil x reader based on the song ‘washing machine heart’ where she is dating him and it’s been perfect for the both of him but the lyric “I know who you pretend I am because no matter how much Gil likes the reader…he will always love Olivia

T🪽Birds request: Two Hearts, Broken

You and Gil were in his car, silently driving to your house at night.

You just came from a fun night with everyone at the bowling alley. The T-Birds and the Pink Ladies were in mixed teams and everyone was having a good time.

But you couldn't shake the feeling of Gil when he was around Olivia. When you first dated, he told you that he had liked Olivia before, but it never led to anything else. You believed what he said, but you looked at how Gil and Olivia would cheer when they score or steal each other's glances, smiling like they hold a secret.

And that's when you asked Gil to take you home.

He knew too, that you didn't deserve that. He really liked you, truly he did. But when it came to Olivia, he felt weak. As you both saw the front of your house, he parked and turned off his car.

Gil tried to think of what to say. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to say that you were the only one for him. But somehow, you were the first to say it.

"I know who you pretend I am."

Gil falls silent as he looks away from your stinging eyes. You both know the truth, but neither would admit the truth. But now it lingered in the air like smoke, making it hard to breathe.

Gil looks at you, knowing that he broke your heart and your love.

"I don't want you to be anyone else." Gil said.

You give a dry chuckle as you brush your tears away.

"You have a funny way of showing it."

An uncomfortable silence falls between you again and you say a more painful truth.

"I think it's best if we should take a break."

Gil said your name but you pause him.

"We both know we can't go on like this. I need to think on us and... maybe you need to figure things out."

He felt his heart being ripped out of his ribcage, but he forced himself to nod his head.

He still went out of his side and opened your door to walk you to your front porch.

As you were about to go inside your house, Gil called out.

"I'm not going to give up on us." he said. You don't reply back and you go inside, closing the door as you sunk to the ground, hugging your knees as you cried.

You hear his car drive away. Some part of you knows that he never wanted to hurt you.

But his heart belonged to someone else... and unfortunately, it wasn't you.

#gil rizzo x reader #gil rizzo #gil rizzo fanfic #gil rizzo imagine #gil rizzo oneshot #the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #grease rotpl #grease #grease rise of the pink ladies

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