#cynthia zdunowski x reader

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hey! could you write something where the reader goes to Cynthia’s house after the party at frosty palace in 1x08 and comforts her/ confesses🫶

Cynthia x reader 1x8 request: 

So that’s it I guess; the Pink Ladies are over. After the impromptu fall ball replacement at the Frosty Palace Buddy and Richie got into a fight, ending up with them in jail. Olivia was understandably upset, blaming Jane for the fight. Everyone broke off, first Olivia, then Cynthia, then Jane, then me, leaving Nancy behind to clean up the mess, literally. But the Pink Ladies have been the best thing to happen to me in a long time, it couldn’t just be over.

The normal response would be to do sad, but I just felt numb, like I couldn’t really process what just happened. I walked out of the frosty palace and just stared walking. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I didn’t want to go home. The original plan was for all of us to spend the night at Jane’s after the dance and I couldn’t explain to my parents why I was home, they’d ask too many questions. I just walked. 

Normally, walking clears my head but right now its just making me think of everything more. The rain had started to calm down but it was still at a depressing drizzle. I started to recognize my surroundings. Cynthia’s neighborhood. I needed to be with her. Even if it was just us sitting on opposite sides of the couch starring at a wall. I needed to be with her. I took my heels oof and started running as fast as I could toward Cynthia’s house. In the next few minutes I was knocking on her door.

After a couple seconds, she answered. She was still in her dress from the dance, but also wearing one of her dad’s jackets, her hair a mess. She looked like she had been crying. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cynthia cry. We looked at each other for a moment, not sure what to do. Suddenly, Cynthia engulfed me in a hug. My body stiffened and I got a weird feeling in my stomach. Just as quickly as it started, she let go. We stared at each other for a split second before Cynthia broke eye contact and quickly sat on her couch. I hesitantly followed her, sitting down right beside her. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I didn’t know what to say. Should we talk about what happened? Or is that the last thing we should talk about? Do we need to process everything? Or do we just need a distraction? Finally I spoke.

“You know, with that jacket that outfit is a lot more you.” She just looked at me; I said the wrong thing. After a while she replied, “what’s wrong with me?” “What? There is nothing wrong with you.” I tried to reassure her. “There is! I couldn’t be apart of the t-birds, I don’t fit in with other girls, I’ve fallen in love with someone I really shouldn’t have, and we can’t even keep the pink ladies together!” Wait, what was that third one? She likes someone. I should have figured since she’s the one who asked shy guy to the fall ball.

Shit. This is about her not me. I'll deal with my feelings later. “No one ever feels like they fit in. Olivia will come around and forgive Jane. And in the mean time, I’m still here.” She looked at me, she’d started to cry again. Her eyes get so blue when she cries. Friends. We’re friends. She likes shy guy. I snapped out of in and continued, “and that other thing, shy guy adores you.” She sat up straight and looked confused “what? Shy- I don’t like shy guy.” Oh. “I just figured because you asked him to the dance and you’re friends and that always makes things more complicated.” Cynthia seemed to get really uncomfortable and quickly mumbled “yep sure does” before standing up and walking to the kitchen. 

I sat there for a few minutes, waiting for her to come back, but she didn’t. I got up to go check on her, she was just standing at the counter, looking down. “hey are you okay?” She jumped then froze for a second before saying, “I’m fine. It’s just getting late. And it’s been a long night.” I didn’t want to push her to talk about something she didn’t want to, but I have to let her know I’m here for her. “Are you sure? Because you seemed at least sort of ok before-“ “I don’t wanna talk about it, ok?!” She snapped at me. She had never even so much as raised her voice at me before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell,” she apologized, “it’s just complicated.” I stood next to her and mirrored her stance by the counter, my hand briefly brushing hers as I put it on the countertop. I went over there to say another variation of “you’re not alone” or “it’ll be ok” but once I started speaking its like I didn’t have control over my words anymore, I just had to tell her everything. 

“I get it.” I started, “its like if you made a friend and they became your favorite person in the entire world, and they were your safe space, and even on your worst days they only have to make one joke to turn it all around, and they’re so different from you but somehow that’s why you’re perfect friends, and one day you realized you don’t want them to be just your friend, but its scary and you can’t tell them because-“ Cynthia stopped me, walking away saying “oh please, like anyone would ever reject you. Someone will talk to you for two minutes and fall in love with you. That’s not complicated, you just tell him and you’re fine.” 

Alright. Here it goes: “Cynthia. It’s you.” She turned around to look at me, expressionless. That was the most terrifying part, I had no idea what she was thinking. She then walked up to me and kissed me. It was better than anything I could have possibly thought of. After a couple seconds we parted and just looked at each other, smiling. In true Cynthia fashion she said “I was talking about you. Earlier when I said-“ “yeah, I got that” I said laughing. She couldn’t just say “I like you too”? Gosh. I really, really like her. 

The rest of the night we just sat on the couch, watching tv, just being together. Oddly enough, our dynamic didn’t change at all, just now she had her arm around me and we could kiss each other. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, or in the coming weeks, but I was perfectly happy being right here, right now.

[sirenlulls]

emily, i'm sorry → c. zdunowski

pairing — cynthia zdunowski x fem!reader

summary — you were the one person cynthia never had to change for. all it took for her to realise was you leaving.

i just make it up as i go along, and i can feel myself becoming someone only you could want...

cynthia never really understood when people said, they "fell in love." to her, falling was an accident, something you don't want but have anyway — a burden. she much preferred to say she chose to love, with purpose and intention behind every thought and action. she always knew that when she did find love, it wouldn't be through a fall, but through a choice.

she chose to love you, how could she not? you'd grown up side by side, from cradles to cars, you'd always been there. you yelled at people who made fun of her and said you loved her hair. you balanced her out perfectly, her other half, the one thing that made her whole.

but now, hearing everyone get ready for the fall ball, she wondered if she'd made the wrong choice.

there was a guilt that stirred in her gut every time you looked at her with bashful eyes, full of joy from the lingering feeling of your lips on hers. there was a nagging in her mind that reminded her that no matter how good it felt, how good you felt, it wasn't normal. she couldn't explain it, so it mustn't actually be good.

but she had given you hope when she was dumped on your doorstep by the t-birds with drink on her breath and a half-apology in her eyes. when she kissed you the second you made it to your room. when she told you that she loved you, that she wanted you, that she always had.

you weren't one to be ashamed of what you believed in. in fact, for as long as she'd known you, cynthia couldn't remember one time where you stepped away from the chance to be brave and let your voice be heard. most people said you two were similar in that regard, she disagreed.

you see, cynthia was loud, she knew that, but you were proud. her words carried comic relief, while yours carried truth. she figured that's why everything was so hard for you now.

standing in your bedroom, chests heaving and eyes laden with tears. "what do you mean 'it was a mistake'?" you asked and cynthia's nails dug crescent moons into her palms at the crack in your voice.

"we shouldn't have- you know that." she swallowed around her words. her mouth was dry and she tasted bile. she didn't know which of you she was trying to convince.

"you don't get to say that. not after what you said the other night. it's not fair." there was a tremble as you spoke, and it took everything in cynthia to stick to her brain, to stick to what she'd seen her whole life.

"i'm sorry, but it shouldn't have happened. we're friends, girl friends. we shouldn't do that stuff."

"you said you loved me." the room ran cold and the air around you grew tense.

"i do! just... not in that way." her heart surged in her chest, as if it was trying to fight its way from her and take back everything she was saying.

a tear fell down your cheek and you were quick to wipe it away, taking a deep sobering breath. "i, uhm, i think you should go, cynthia."

cynthia. not cyn, or any nickname you'd given her before.

cynthia. a name she only ever heard you say when you were mad.

cynthia. the name of a stranger.

cynthia rolled her lips and sighed, scratching the back of her neck as if she was about to say something, to fight it, to fight for you. but she didn't. she let her hand drop back to her side and walked out of the room with a quiet "yeah."

for the first time since your friendship began, you didn't run to the window to make sure she got to her bike safely, as if something was lurking in the suburban bushes lining your front lawn. now you felt like you'd be sick if you saw her again, you felt a sob crawl from your throat before you could catch it, and once that passed, the floodgates opened and you sat on the edge of your bed with your head in your hands and tears on your sleeves.

as your shoulders shook, a small part of you hoped she could see you from the window to know how much she'd hurt you.

to you, cynthia was everything.

you had loved her from the moment you met her, a raggedy-haired prankster in kindergarten who spilled paint over one of the boys' shirts. when you made her daisy chains, you gave her your soul, and it stayed with her when the petals fell and the stalk wilted away.

she knew that. she knew, not just because you told her, but because she had eyes and could see the way you shone when she walked into a room. she could see the smile you couldn't contain when she made a horrible joke. she could see the downcast of your eyes when she put her arm around your shoulder in a diner booth.

she knew she had your heart in her hands, and she was cruel with it, burying you with your hopes and leaving without a eulogy.

when cynthia got home, she slammed the doors and screamed into her pillow. it was all too much. she was too angry, too sad, too hurt, too devoted to you.

she missed you already, nudging your foot with hers under the desk in chemistry, laying her pinkie finger over yours under the table at frosty palace, kissing your forehead under the blanket of night. she could feel the memories fade away, you shrinking away from her with hatred in your eyes. she could feel herself shrinking away too, at the mercy of the disgusted eyes of others.

but she had to do it because she knew you'd stay if she didn't. caring for her like a dog curled up at the foot of her bed, cynthia knew you'd accept her half-love, embrace her half-kisses, believe her half-truths. she knew you. she knew you'd take the bruising of her guilt and internalised self-hate. she knew herself. she knew she'd take it out on you, grow cold and callous.

besides, whatever lay between you two wasn't normal. the longing glances and the stolen kisses weren't something you should be doing together. not when shy guy looked at her that way, not when anyone could look at you that way.

she figured she was just dazed, giddy at the chance to love and be loved, that all sense had flown out the window. she was sure her sentiments would still be the same if they were directed towards someone else. maybe that's why her feet didn't drag as she walked to the phone and her voice was high-pitched when she asked him to the dance.

if someone had told you two weeks ago that you'd been dreading the fall ball, you would've called them crazy. your dress had been hanging in your wardrobe since september and your inspiration for your hair had been cut from a june-issue magazine. but now, when the night finally came and you sat at your vanity alone, you wished it was over already.

you hadn't spoken to cynthia in three days, having avoided her at every opportunity and, in doing so, avoided the rest of the pink ladies too. a part of you wished she was here now, sitting on the edge of your bed with bright eyes and countless questions, constantly in awe of you. but with a solemn glance at the picture frame to your left, the one where you were laughing with cynthia's arms around you, taken by jane on a random starry night, you remembered what she'd said and your face grew stoic again.

you stood up and smoothed out your dress, hugging your figure nicely in a deep emerald green. you gave yourself your best smile, taking a deep breath, and walking out the door for your father to drive you to the school.

"you meeting the girls there?" he asked. "mhm." you nodded with a tight smile. you could tell he didn't believe you, but for the sake of your peace and your dignity, he let it go. "have a good night, kiddo. call me if you need anything, yeah?" you smiled at him and kissed his cheek before bidding him goodbye.

you got to the door before your body froze, you willed yourself to move but anxiety rendered you paralyzed. "y/n?" lydia asked, concern in her voice as she walked up behind you. "are you alright?" you shook your nerves away, facing her. "yeah, just nervous." lydia furrowed her brows and gave you a short nod of understanding. she linked your arm with hers, leaning in to whisper to you, "me too." she winked. "let's do it together?" you beamed at her, squeezing her arm as you walked in.

the noise was the first thing you registered, tensing momentarily, lydia swore she could feel the anxiety radiating from you. "you look great tonight, by the way." she smiled to ease the tension. "so do you. i love the pin." you nodded to the heart on her dress and she lit up. "thanks." you could feel eyes burning into the back of your skull and when you turned around you locked eyes with cynthia. lydia followed your line of sight.

"go talk to her." "what?" "look, i'm not complaining that you and i have been hanging out a lot these past few days, but you're clearly happiest when you're with her." "but what about us doing this together?" lydia smiled at you warmly, nudging you forward. "go. i'm a big girl, i can take care of myself. find me if things go wrong, though, okay?" "yeah. thank you, lyds." she squeezed your arm once more, gently pushing you towards cynthia.

cynthia straightened up when she saw you walking towards her. "you look nice." you said, nerves lacing your voice. cynthia hesitated. "you really think so?" "i always think you look nice, cynthia." an awkward silence hung between you two, neither of you knowing what to say. "i missed you." she blurted out. "i missed you too." you were about to take it further, ask if you could talk in private, see if she really meant everything from that night. but then you saw something you never thought you'd see.

"hey, y/n." shy guy greeted, handing cynthia a drink and putting his arm around her. you tried to mask your shock. "hey! are you two...?" you trailed off. "together? yeah." cynthia butted in. "oh." you played with your hands, plastering on a smile. "well, uhm, have a great night, you guys. i've got to go but, uh, i'll see you around."

you walked away quickly, hastily brushing a tear from your face before anyone could see. "shit." cynthia cursed before following after you into the bathroom. "y/n—" she froze when your head snapped up, meeting her eyes through the mirror and mascara smudged around your eyes. "what're you doing here, cynthia? you're boyfriend's waiting for you." she sighed and bit her tongue. "i'm sorry." "for what exactly?" your words were sharp and uncaring. she didn't say anything. you turned around to face her.

"look, cynthia. i love you. i always have, and you know that. but right now, you're hurting me, and i have enough self worth to know that i don't deserve that. so until you're grown enough to admit to my face what you've done, we're done." her mouth hung open and she was about to object. "cynthia, i can't keep letting myself be hurt by people. i love you, i really do, but i can't be around you like this. it's too much."

she looked like she was about to speak again, but she saw the dead-set look on your face and knew she'd do no good at convincing you to stay. you cursed your longing and empathy when you wrapped your arms around her for the last time. "go have a good night with him." you managed to smile until she walked out the door.

when your legs stopped wobbling and you trusted yourself to blend into the crowd, you pushed through the door to find lydia, seeing her giggling with a pretty blonde across the hall. you tapped her shoulder. "i'm gonna head out." her face sobered in concern. "you want me to come with?" you looked past her to the girl looking at her with soft eyes. "no. stay here, have fun." you nudged her with a wink, laughing quietly when she flushed red. "i'll call you tomorrow for details." you promised before leaving.

when your dad pulled up, you could see the worry in his face, you could hear his unasked questions. "i don't want to talk about it." "i wasn't going to make you." understanding silence washed over you both as he drove you home. "i did have a feeling something was wrong, though, so i got you some ice cream on the drive back from dropping you off." he said after a few minutes. you smiled at him. "thanks, dad." he pulled into the driveway, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "anytime, kiddo."

it was well past midnight when a hurried knock came from your door, a bout of fear struck through you. you crept to the peephole and saw a disheveled cynthia looking at her feet. you opened the door. "what do you want? you could've woken my parents." she winced. "sorry. i just—" she let out a frustrated breath, fighting for her words. "i made the wrong choice." confusion spread across your face. "what?" "i was wrong. i lied. i'm sorry." she rushed out. "cynthia, what are you talking about?"

she started to pace back and forth at your doorstep. last week, when you kissed me, i told you i loved you—" "you didn't mean it like that, yeah i know." "no! no, i— i meant it. i meant it in that way, in the way nancy loves clothes and gil loves olivia." your palms grew sweaty. "then why'd you say it was a mistake? why did you go to the dance with shy guy?" she looked at you with a million apologies in her eyes. "i was scared. and i know that's not an excuse because you were too and i just left you, and i know i'll regret that for the rest of my life." she took a step closer and you let her.

"but right now all that matters to me is that you know that i love you. i love you more than i thought was even possible. i love the way you whisper me answers in math because you know i don't pay attention. i love the way your eyes kinda close when you laugh really hard. i love that i'm usually the one making you laugh. i love you for everything you are, and everything you aren't. for everything you've done, and everything you've yet to do. i love y—"

you cut cynthia off by grabbing her face and pulling her into a kiss, and in that moment, cynthia knew that this was what the poets wrote about. this was what drove artists made and carried people from war. this was what every sonnet and song was about. this was love. with your face in her hands and your lips pressed to hers, cynthia knew she would never need to make a choice again, because you were her definite, the one thing that would never change. cynthia knew you. she knew she'd never have to put up an act or pretend to be brave with you. she knew she'd never have to choose again. she pulled you impossibly closer as she smiled against you.

"i'm sorry." she panted when you pulled away to breathe, quickly chasing your lips again. "i'm so, so sorry." her desperation was clear in her broken words. "it's always g'nna be you. you're it for me."

you pulled away again, holding her face gently. "glad you finally realised." she laughed at your smile, moving to grasp your hands, holding them to her lips and pressing a light kiss to your knuckles. "i will spend forever making it up to you." you rolled your eyes.

"just kiss me again and we'll call it even." cynthia's face lit up and you swore you'd never seen her move so face as she gripped your waist and dragged you flush against her, swallowing your laughter with a kiss.

[camillecrellin]

Stage Kisses — C.Z

Synopsis: Cynthia and Y/n were stiff in their acting, and Lydia wanted to sort those two out.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Kissing

Stage kisses were always scary. Especially for Cynthia. She had recently gotten the part of Juliette while you got Romeo. You see Mr Vaughan thought that gender swapping what Shakespeare did during those times was progressive. A masculine girl Juliette and a feminine girl Romeo put a big spin on the play.

There however was one problem... The kiss.

Cynthia and you could not get out of her head. And Lydia saw that. Lydia and you were best friends and she did not want your performance to be hindered by the Zdunowski.

And so after rehearsals, Lydia stopped you by the door to talk to you.

"The kiss." Lydia bluntly said.

Taken about, you furrowed your eyebrows. "What?"

"You need to practice the kiss with Cynthia." Lydia told you,

"Seriously?" You asked taken aback as you cross your arms.

"Seriously. You're scared." Lydia rolled her eyes at your defensiveness. "I've known your since you were 8, I can read you pretty well."

You shrugged, "I'm not scared." That was a lie, and anyone could tell it. You were nervous. Cynthia made you nervous. Scared even. Like you would break a friendship that barely existed if you were to kiss.

"Then why did I just watch the worse bit of acting in my life?" Lydia challenged with a scoff.

"It's Cynthia, she's messing me up." You blamed, uncrossing your arms to run a hand through your hair.

"Then practice." Lydia suggested. "You're a good actor, y/n. You just gotta prove it to everyone else and that starts with the kiss."

Lydia was right. There's was something that was holding you back from the kiss. Holding Cynthia back from the kiss.

Smiling at Lydia, you turned on your heel to exit the auditorium to find Cynthia. You knew she'd be with the Pink Ladies somewhere, and so you search the halls until you found the Pink Ladies at Jane's locker.

You looked to the group before sheepishly walking up and patting Cynthia on the shoulder.

Turning around on her heel, Cynthia was shocked to see you but still she kept a bright smile on her face. "Oh hey, y/n."

"Hey is there any way we could practice later for the play?" You asked, your voice laced with nerves as you awkwardly glanced at her friends, who thankfully carried on with their conversation.

"Yeah, sure. I can meet you behind the school after last period." Cynthia said, not knowing what she was getting herself into. She didn't know the scene nor was she prepared to do any of it confidently in front of you. But it was you. Not Lydia. Not Harper. Not Buddy. But Y/n. And Cynthia had always weirdly found some sort of comfort in the nervous state she got in around you.

"Thanks." You said with a bright smile and a nod.

The end of the school had come and Cynthia was waiting for you on a beach by the football field. The football field was luckily empty and so it gave the two of you time and space to practice alone.

Coming out of school, you slowly walked up to Cynthia, calling out, "Hey."

"Hey." Cynthia smiled as you sat down beside her.

"Thanks for doing this with me." You looked to Cynthia nervously.

"No problem." Cynthia said smiling, she reached her hand toward yours as you locked eyes.

Cynthia's heart flutters as her hand grazed against yours. Feeling you stiffen up, Cynthia pulled her hand away and awkwardly coughed. "So do you wanna start with the first scene."

"No, Cynthia, I don't think you understand." You turned around to look if anyone behind them and whispered, "It's the kiss scene. Lydia's all over my... our asses because of it."

Cynthia's eyes widened as her mind went blank. She couldn't do it. "We can do the scene, but I'm not gonna kiss you."

You shook your head in disbelief. "What? No. Cynthia you're completely missing the point of this we have to practice our kiss."

"Y/n listen, I know it's the point but I don't feel comfortable kissing you." Cynthia confessed. She couldn't do the kiss because stage kisses weren't real. And Cynthia so desperately wanted it to be real.

Ignoring her, you stood up off the bench and started acting out your lines. "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

Scoffing in disbelief, Cynthia asked, "What are you doing?"

"Practicing." You smirked and took Cynthia's hand to pull her up once again repeating your line. "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

Cynthia rolled her eyes and started performing, her eyes glued to you. "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take." You said, taking a hold of Cynthia's chin as you softly pulled her head up for the kiss. But before your lips could connect she pulled away.

"I'm sorry." Cynthia sheepishly apologised as she looked upon your face which held a slight disappointment.

Softening your expression, you asked, "For what?"

Cynthia looked down, quietly admitted, "I can't do the kiss. I've-I've never done it before."

"Well, then I can teach you." You offered with a small smile. Placing a hand on Cynthia's shoulders, you rubbed them softly, saying, "Just relax, and everything else with come naturally."

Cynthia turned around to face you and once again spoke her lines, a nervous tint to them. "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take." You acted, leaning in closer to Cynthia as you closed your eyes, softly kissing her.

Your heart fluttered as Cynthia relaxed into the kiss, placing her arms around your waist. Your fingers running with her hair.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against Cynthia’s as you smiled widely. "Wow."

"Yeah, wow." Cynthia breath out with a laugh. "That was soo easy."

Laughing at Cynthia’s words, you took Cynthia’s hand and sat back down on the bench. Cynthia rested her head against yours and played with your hands.

"Do you wanna maybe practice some other time?" Cynthia asked curiously to which you nodded while leaning into the Zdunowski.

The two of you were just overexaggerating previously: stage kisses aren’t that bad. Especially if you like each other.

[deadsnothere]

Chlorine Lemonade

Synopsis - Cynthia helped with the insecurities of being the biggest sister and practical mother.

WARNINGS!! - Sexual themes and jokes!

Request - Nope! but you can send them in!!!

Word count - 1k

Speak Ali! - definitely not my best, but i'm getting back in the groove so it'll take a while to get there.

It’s easy to make lemonade!

First you juice the Lemon, since we're currently having a pool party with 12 people, I juiced ten lemon’s! Get the pulp out somehow, add about half the amount of water you did lemon juice, add a cup or two of sugar depending on how sweet you like it. Since Cynthia, Richie, Nancy and Shy Guy don't like it to be too sweet so I pour some lemonade into their cups now and then I add another cup of sugar and pour the rest of the lemonade into six cups! Three were small sippy cups and the other five were plastic cups with designs on it. I got a tray and set all of the cups on it, with the four with less sugar facing the outside and the others facing in. I got the tray and placed it on my shoulder, opening the sliding doors.

When you first walk out you see Potato and Nancy sitting on the porch swing, his arm was around her shoulder and she was looking at him with a weird stare while he was just smiling. I tried to hold in my laughter while I tapped my foot to get both their attention. “Earth to lovers! Your lemonade, And don't worry Nancy, I didn't add as much sugar.” I handed them both their cups, Nancy’s had sewing materials on it and potatoes had a movie plot twist that he told me before it happened. Nancy dramatically bowed and Potato showed his thanks by downing half of it in seconds, laughing I continued on.

I went down the stairs to the edge of the pool where five people sat eating sandwiches, Richie and Jane were sitting in lounge chairs. Richie had Lilah in his lap. Apparently Jane was struggling to get her to eat but Richie had no problem. He was a natural with kids, he even helped me with them when they get overwhelmed sometimes. Aria and Aliah all sat in an outdoor swing with a good amount of shade.

I handed each kid their own sippy cup. Aria’s had pink dinosaurs all over it (we call her rawria when she's angry because she's a LOUD screamer), Lilah’s had music notes on it (she loves to dance and sing), and Aliah’s had a crashed car on it (she crashes her ‘car’ into the fire pit alotttt).

Jane got a cup with a few small “vote for jane” posters on it, and Richie with a record and comb on it. “Thank you Ali!” It was like a chorus from all three kids. Jane nodded at me covering her face stuffed with sandwich and Richie grinned, face also stuffed with sandwich. I nodded my head at them all and walked to the next so they could finally finish stuffing their faces without the stress of a baby crying.

and finally, it was Gil, Lainey, Ant (Shy Guy), Cynthia, and Olivia. Ant, Laniey, Cynthia and Gil were all playing volleyball in the pool. It was a nice fair game, except for the fact that Cynthia had both Lainey and Ant on her team and was still somehow losing. I sat the tray down next to Olivia who had her feet in the water cheering the three on, and sat on the opposite side of it to chat with her. “Having fun out here?” She was quick to grab her cup of lemonade and nod while gulping it down, Olivia's cup had a pair of heels and a typewriter on it.

Cynthia out of the blue dived into me, or the water around my legs. The ball which she was trying to block landed right into the tray. With ALL OF OUR DRINKS. Falling into the pool. Almost everyone froze, except for Lainey who was making an “OOO” sound at Gil. Cynthia was fast to stand up and push the tray out of my way. “Hey baby-” I snapped my head to her, making her jump a bit. “uhh- uh why don't we go back inside and make you a drink?” I paused, opening my mouth and closing it before picking my cup out of the water filled with chemicals and standing up. Cynthia got out with me. Giving Gil a ‘I just saved your ass’ look and the time to get all of the cups out of the water, placing them back on the tray.

Inside is where it's safe, inside is where I don't murder Gil. Cynthia wiped her legs down, and came inside right after me. She was quick to grab my waist, pull me in and kiss me softly. “Alias..Princess you can't be that mad because Gil accidentally did something..” I looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “Yes I can.” She frowned back, knowingly. “No you can’t- what's wrong Princess…tell me?” she pressed kisses to my neck. They weren’t sexual, they were soft and made my heart flutter. “I guess I'm just not used to someone else handling my sisters..I mean Richie is doing an amazing job, He can handle the terrible twos and the three year old! I just- feel like a terrible sister-” She put a hand on my cheek. “Baby you are the best sister- And I mean that! You're practically their mother. I mean you cook, you clean, bathe and take them to school. You take the role of your mother everyday- never doubt yourself on that again.” Cynthia rubbed my cheek softly. “Thank you Cyn..ya know- if you want we could go and “Make a baby” upstairs?”

Cynthia licked her lips and started to kiss me excitedly, making me giggle. Gil opened the sliding doors pausing at the sight of us, his jaw dropped. “YOU TWO-” I quickly grabbed the cup of water from the counter and threw it in his face. “Damn Gil! Tell everyone why don't you?!” I put the cup down and walked backwards slowly. “Tell. No one.” Grabbing Cynthia's hand we backed out of the room running up the stairs and into my room locking the door behind us..

Alot happened that night. The main gist is Cynthia has the fingers of a magician, and she is not afraid to use them. As for me, that's for a different day. But I think the most important part here? After we were showered, we went back down, ate smores with everyone after Ant made a fire! It was nice, although I'm pretty sure Gil is gonna pop this secret soon. But it's fine, we were gonna tell everyone anyways, but for now. It's more fun hiding it.

[stvrchaser]

CYNTHIA X READER!! With a side order of them sneaking away from school and going to the readers house to get high and kissing spontaneously?!!?

worth your while

( note ) : mourning the loss of this wonderful show. here’s me coping.

( pairing ) : cynthia zdunowski x fem!reader

( words ) : 1.9 k

Making it through the halls when that bell rings requires a sort of methodical precision. It takes planning and a watchful eye to know which routes to take and not to take. Depending on your destination and any stops you want to make along the way, the difficulty might vary. But you’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.

The walk from History to English is easy enough. There’s a few twists and turns but you make it just in time to find the person you’re looking for — Cynthia. She’s walking with Nancy, talking with her hands in wild gestures in undoubted criticisms of how confusing the class novel is. You agree, but it’s no time to sympathize over unintelligible classics. You’re running on limited time.

“Careful there, Cyn. You don’t want to take someone’s eye out,” you say, gently catching her arm. She turns around, wide-eyed and slightly startled before her lips stretch into a wide-toothed smile. You try not to lose focus as her eyes soften. 

You never thought that shade of blue could make one feel so warm.

“Hey, Nance. Mind if I steal this one away for a sec?” you ask, recovering from a momentary state of hypnosis.

“Nope! She is all yours. If I hear one more thing about Washington Square, I might do something I’ll regret. So, for the benefit of everyone in this school, please do.”

“Nope! She is all yours. If I hear one more thing about Washington Square, I might do something I’ll regret. So, for the benefit of everyone in this school, please do.”

“Hey! At least pretend to be sad to give me away.” Nancy shoots her an incredulous look, arms crossed in a way that scares Cynthia. Whatever for, you’re not entirely sure.

 “It’s not like you’ll be complaining—” Nancy starts, or you think that’s what she said. Cynthia’s quick to grab you by the shoulders, abruptly turning you on your heels.

“Okay! Off we go. I’ll see you later, Nance!” Cynthia digs her feet into the ground, pushing you further down the hall. Judging from a few turned heads, you know the two of you probably look ridiculous. You don’t mind. “Y/N! You were saying?”

“We’ll talk later. Come on, we have to hurry.” You loop an arm around hers, turning around a corner. You try to blend into the dispersing crowd as the hallways empty, finding secluded spaces to avoid lurking staff and hall monitors.

“Where are you going? Class starts in a minute.”

“The exit. I don’t plan to be here in a minute.”

“You’re skipping?” You’re surprised to hear the shock in her voice. This isn’t exactly the first time you’ve done this.

“You don’t wanna come with me?”

Cynthis tries to find her voice. Yes, she absolutely does want to go with you. Hell, she’d follow you anywhere. But could she trust herself to be alone with you right now? When she’s still trying so hard to figure out how to be normal around you? When her mind goes blank every time you laugh for some reason she can’t figure out for the life of her?

“I didn’t say that. I just wasn’t expecting—”

“Come on, Cynthia. What do you have next? Science? Learning about… topography or something? We live in California, for crying out loud! We got enough hills out there to learn from.” 

You’ll be the death of me, she thinks. And so what if she doesn’t care?

“That was the last unit. We moved on to tectonic plates. You’d know that if you paid any attention.”

“Well, can you blame me? That class would put anyone to sleep. The only thing keeping you awake are the Pink Ladies being there with you. I don’t have the pleasure of keeping tolerable company.”

“Fine. What class are you trying to bail on?” You cross your arms, confident in your ability to earn some sympathy.

“Home Ec.” 

“Yeah. That is rough,” Cynthia agrees with a grimace.

“Mhm. I’m learning how to sew, Cyn. We’re pinning fabrics and sewing buttons. I already know this stuff! The boredom is killing me. Killing me!” The bells rings, the last of students filing into classrooms. You give her another pleading look.

“Nobody’s talking you out of this, are they?”

“Nope. Now, take pity on a poor girl and walk her home.”

“Fine,” she sighs, feet dragging as she makes for the exit. You don’t move from where you stand, foot tapping against tiled floors.

“Well, that was just insulting. What happened to enthusiasm? Where’s that Thespian spirit?” She laughs — a light-hearted giggle that turns the thoughts in your head to static. Goodness, she’s really killing your image.

“Alright! Alright, I’m going—” Just as she reaches for you, you hear the tell-tale sound of heels clicking. If there’s anything you admire about Ms. McGee, it’s her punctuality. She never misses a tardy sweep. Instinctively, you lunge forward, grabbing a hold of her jacket in a quick attempt to maneuver you both out of sight. You flinch as your back hits a wall, Cynthia’s weight on your chest doing nothing to soften the blow. You wait for the footsteps to fade, a fist closed over the zipper of her jacket. The metal feels cold against your skin, contrasting the warmth radiating from her chest. It rises and falls under your hand, a steady rhythm to bring you back to your senses. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, scared that you’ve crossed a line. Would she run? She was already hesitant to come along. You think it might be better to forget the whole ordeal altogether. “It’s no problem, you know? If you want to go another time, I mean.” You try to finish off with a laugh, hoping it doesn’t come off so awkwardly. “I could always ask someone else to… have a little bit of fun.” You hadn’t meant for it to come off so suggestively, but you decided you’ll bite your fist later and dig your own grave when she’s gone. There’s no way you’re recovering from that humiliation.

“No! No. I’ll go,” Cynthia surprisingly agrees. 

“Okay.” You sigh, relieved. “Okay. Good. I’ll make it worth your while.”

_________________________________________________

“How did you even get this stuff?” The stuff in question is a generous stash of weed that, quite frankly, Cynthia’s a little worried about where you’d gotten it from.

“We’ve got a lot of idiots at Ry-Hell, but the lockers are always a fun raid.”

“How are you getting into people’s locker’s?”

“I’m blowing em’ up,” you deadpan. “I’m picking locks, of course. How else am I supposed to do it?”

“You know how to pick locks?”

“Don’t sound so shocked. I’m a woman of many talents.”

“You’re crazy.” You hum in partial agreement.

“Maybe.” You’re a little preoccupied to argue. You’re not sure she’s entirely wrong, either. Cynthia’s lips look a little more vibrant. Her voice rings a little bit louder. It has to be the drugs messing with your perception. There’s hardly anything you’ve missed about Cynthia. Everything she says and does remains embedded in your brain. In a special place it seems to have carved out, just for her. “You know, the hall monitors aren’t doing a great job at monitoring.”

“Hm, I’ll put in a word with Jane.”

“Nah. We shouldn’t bother her. She and Richie are probably busy.” The two of you laugh, both in awe of your friends. How they couldn’t be any more different, and yet they work so well together. How they think nobody notices the stolen glances and smiles they share. Cynthia wonders if it’s the same — if the sneaking around means to you and her what it does to Jane and Richie. If you’re even allowed to feel the same.

“She’s gonna kill me for skipping,” she diverts, shaking the thought away.

“She doesn’t have to know we’re getting high.”

“Oh yeah?” Somehow, she thinks Jane would find out anyway. She indulges you, regardless. “What am I supposed to tell her?”

“We could tell her we’re doing something productive,” you respond with a shrug.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Tell her we’re running over lines. ‘Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.’” Cynthia’s mouth opens and closes, her throat running dry and suddenly aware of how close you are. Her forearm, where she’d rolled up her sleeves, is touching yours. She’s hyper-aware of every centimeter of skin against her own.

“Out of the whole play, you remembered that part?” She turns her head to find you staring at the ceiling in a state of bliss she can’t help but envy. How could you possibly be so calm at a time like this? Can’t you hear her heart ready to burst out of her chest?

“What can I say?” you start, shifting to prop yourself up on one elbow to look at her. “I’m a romantic.” Cynthia would have mourned the loss of contact, but you’re looking at her with a sentiment she’s not sure she’s ever seen before. Somehow, it feels twice as intimate as it did to touch you.

“Right.” She looks away, making you frown. You didn’t want her to shy away like that. Cynthia was made to be admired. You think about her hair, a deep shade of chestnut that glows red in the sun like embers — like the heart of winter fire. Like the bark to keep it burning… the warmth that keeps you burning.

“I don’t understand it.”

“What?”

“How you make me feel.”

Suddenly, the very air around you feels fragile. One wrong move, and it’s bound to shatter. It’ll cut like glass and bleed you both dry, if you let it.

“How— How do I make you feel?” Cynthia’s having trouble breathing, the magnitude of every passing second growing by tenfold.

You, on the other hand, are a little more at peace with the silence. Well, could you call it silence if you’ve filled every moment of it with ramblings about Cynthia and every admirable quality under the sun? How does one even begin to say those things aloud?

“You make me feel… everything. Everything all at once.”

Light floods in through the windows, Cynthia’s brown hair turning copper. You don’t realize that your hand has reached for it, tucking strands of hair way from her face. Your knuckles brush against freckled cheeks turned warm. Cynthia’s eyes bore into yours with curiosity and anticipation that you can’t help but feel the need to satisfy. 

Anything for you, Cynthia. Anything.

You close the distance between you, a hand tucked beneath her chin to pull her close. Cynthia meets you halfway, catching your lips with equal fervor.

It’s electrifying. Something long sought after that, now found, seems to fulfill every imaginable want and need you’ve ever dreamt of or — No. This is better than anything you’ve ever dreamt of. There simply isn’t a single person in the world who could fathom something even remotely close to this extent of utter bliss.

You pull away to catch your breath, the ghost of Cynthia’s smile still tangible on your lips. When you find the courage to open your eyes, you’re greeted with a perfectly crooked grin so contagious it draws immediate laughter from your lips.

“What do you think?” you ask through a smile so wide that your cheeks begin to hurt — a feeling you wouldn’t mind enduring, regardless. “Was that worth your while?” Cynthia shrugs but her face indicates everything but uncertainty as she moves closer, inches from your lips once again. 

“Hm, I’m not sure yet. You might have to do that again.”

[angeltails]

or others idk, i write a lot of people. ignore the sheer amount of FW characters. i just kind of made them my niche at fourteen and i dunno what else to do with it.

[loverofwomenswrongs]

kinda sad the we don't knwo Lydia's last name, and also that there are no x reader about her... I know she is a background character more or less but still, I'm in love with her and Niamh

I MEAN, LOOK AT HER!

[cherrysfanfics-ily]

☆ Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies Masterlist ☆

♡ Jane Facciano

☆ Surface Pressure - 6073 word count, Richie x Jane

♡ Oliva Valdovinos

♡ Nancy Nakagawa

♡ Cynthia Zdunowski

♡ Richie Valdovinos

♡ Shy Guy

♡ Potato

☆ Sweet Nothing - 1641 word count, Gender-Neutral! Reader

♡ Gil

♡ Susan

♡ Dot

♡ Rosemary

♡ Wally

♡ Hazel

♡ Buddy Aldridge

♡ Frenchy Facciano

[sirenlulls]

spin the bottle → grease: rise of the pink ladies preferences

summary — spin the bottle is all fun and games until your crush moves to spin...

written for this request

characters — jane, olivia, cynthia, richie, gil, potato

JANE FACCIANO

. poor girl didn't want to play to begin with but ESPECIALLY not now

. she looks so nervous when it's your turn and nobody knows why 😭 they're like, ".....you good, girl?" and she's like, "YEAH! great! perfect, even!" okay girl....

. i feel like it would be the worst for her if your spin landed on a t-bird because even if you've showed no prior interest to them she'd be like "oh but they're friends i can see them together :("

. overdramatic girlie can't see the way you're looking at her like you wanted the bottle to land on her instead

. definitely looked away when you kissed the guy

. not in a way to gain attention or anything, probably just 'fixing' her nails or something

. would definitely interrogate you later on in the night — "so.... how was the kiss? do you like him? do you love him? was it good?"

. kiss her to shut her up and things will be perfect

OLIVIA VALDOVINOS

. she's not used to being a jealous person so she's very confused and a bit overwhelmed when it's your turn to spin and she feels like throwing the bottle at somebody's head

. she'd feel bad for you too because she can feel your anxiety 😭

. poor babygirl just wants to pick you up and take you on a nice lil date

. would give the guy your bottle lands on such a death stare

. ESPECIALLY IF ITS RICHIE

. to be fair neither you or richie want to kiss eachother with him liking jane and you liking his sister 💀

. but you guys are close friends anyway so the little peck isn't awkward between you

. someone would probs be like "too short, doesn't count!" but shut up really quick when richie gives them a look

. put your pinkie over olivias when you got back to sit with her and everything will be okay 😊

CYNTHIA ZDUNOWSKI

. lowkey sour even though she's the one who suggested the game in the first place 😭

. it didn't really register to her that you'd have to spin too until it was your turn

. "you don't have to if you don't want to." said to you and someone else in the circle yelling back that she forced them to spin 💀

. you're her exception xo

. but you spun anyway so she was already in a mood and it only got worse when it landed directly on some guy in your english class who was visibly in love with you

. she's definitely scoffing and rolling her eyes. gets such a strange look from nancy

. you can feel the tension radiating from cynthia and you don't even really like the guy (bless his heart) so it's a quick little 5 second peck and a smile from you and then it's over

. she's 100% got a little smug smile when the guy clearly wanted to kiss you for longer, but you pulled away

. gets suspiciously more clingy with you for the rest of the night, but if anyone says anything about it, she's like, "im drunk shhhhhhh" and she's had, like, one beer 🧍‍♀️

RICHIE VALDOVINOS

. he did not want to play. like at all.

. because he knew that a) he'd probably have to kiss someone else and because he's not a little boy, he knows that trying to make you like him by making you jealous isn't gonna work, and b) he'd probably have to see you kiss someone else. absolutely not

. it would be his worst nightmare if your spin landed on a soc

. he would be in a mood for the rest of the night

. or at least until his spin where he got lucky and landed on you

. a smug little side eye to the soc you kissed as he goes closer to you

. pink ladies and t-birds rolling their eyes like "finally 🥱🙄"

. truly sick and tired of the tension between you two

. the soc you kissed looking so uncomfortable because with him it was a stiff little peck and you're fully gripping richie's face 💀

. he likes the game now <3

. drove you home after the party for the chance to kiss you again

. ended up staying the night xx

GIL RIZZO

. easily the best at hiding how much he hates it

. but rest assured, no matter how chill and fun-loving he looks, he is enraged when your spin lands on one of your thespian friends

. poor baby doesn't know that it's really funny for you both because the guy is gay 😭

. so when he sees you kiss him with no tension and a smile on your face he's like "oh......"

. but you keep looking at him and smiling?? he's so confused??

. maybe he's not as good at hiding his longing as he thought...

. he definitely wasn't.

. you saw the death stares and scowls

. you were fed up!!

. like stop being a brooding baby and kiss me already!!! please!!!!

. he will eventually xx

. he definitely tried to kiss you after the game but you guys got cockblocked by jane accidentally because she burst into the room you two were in because she needed to talk to you

. jane facciano, the hot girl mood killer xoxo

. some other night maybe 💔

POTATO

. he played purely for the chance to kiss you

. so when the bottle landed directly between him and a guy who openly liked you, he was fully prepared to see you kiss the other guy

. but then you tapped his hand and suddenly you were right in front of him and he was trying (and failing) to hide how excited he was

. longer than any of the other kisses

. wolf whistles left right and centre

. very blushy very awkward very cute

. a small little "that was nice" that only you could hear when you pulled away

. ego boosted fr but trying to not look like an asshole

. definitely went with you to the kitchen after the game and you two talked about it and you gave him another little kiss <3

. nancy and cynthia walked in on you while they were trying to get some drinks and immediately ran off to tell the pink ladies and t-birds

. getting hard-core interrogated by the two gangs on the way out and he's a smiley little mess beside you and you're like "yeah he's my silly little bf now <3"

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hiii!! since there is a huge lack of Lydia (rotpl) fics in this Fandom, maybe some fluffy rehearsal shenanigans? you know, stolen glances, sneaking out and kissing behind a ladder or something :) thank you and don't feel pressured!!

Rehearsal Partners — Lydia (rotpl)

Synopsis: Mr. Vaughan doesn't let the drama club choose their rehearsal partners this lesson.

Word Count: Approx. 500

Warnings: Kissing

Drama club was always your favourite part of the day. The place where you could be whoever you wanted for an hour. A place where you could see your girlfriend, Lydia.

Lydia and you had been secretly dating for a few months now, and you were whipped.

You had been waiting all day to get to choose your pair to act against in class. That's what usually happened, but today Mr. Vaughan was not having that. He instead decided that he'd choose the pairs to "get people out of their comfort zones."

"Y/n you're with Cynthia." Mr. Vaughan instructed, making you walk over to Cynthia.

You thought Mr. Vaughan was kidding when called out Cynthia's name. She was 'in your comfort zone'. A friend in fact. Cynthia had come to you when she found out she liked girls and you told her about you and Lydia (with Lydia's permission of course).

The three of you (and Nancy) had become a found family of sorts. Three thespian lesbians and their ally friend.

"Lydia with Joel." Cynthia and you laughed at this pairing. Joel was a quiet kid, barley interacted with anyone except his friends, but it was clear that he had a crush on Lydia.

"Poor girl." Cynthia commented quietly as Mr. Vaughan handed out a scene for each pair to practice.

You watched from afar as Lydia gave you a small smile which contrasted to her uncomfortable body language.

You reciprocated the smile. All you wanted to do was walk up to Lydia and hold her hand, but you couldn't.

"Hey, Y/n..." Cynthia called, lightly hitting your shoulder. "You good, you're heads in a totally different place." Cynthia then turned her head to see who you were looking at and laughed. "You know I could do that cramp trick. Stop rehearsals today."

"Cynth..." You started, but it was too late Cynthia had already made up her mind. Being the number one wing woman for you and Lydia.

Upon seeing Cynthia's 'pain', Mr. Vaughan rushed over to the girl. "I'm gonna take Miss Zdunowski to the office, you better be rehearsing when I'm back."

And rehearsing you did... not. When Mr. Vaughan left it was like the air shifted. Sure everyone there loved drama, but they also liked talking to their friends.

Laughing at this you looked to Lydia who motioned her head over to the wings. You followed, placing your hands on her waist as you came out of sight of the rest of the drama club members.

"You alright?" You asked.

"I'm much better now." Lydia said, holding your hands on her waist and giving you a peck on the lips.

Smiling into the kiss, you pulled back sarcastically saying, "Wow, I thought you were in love with Joel or something."

Lydia could not even play with the joke as she scoffed, "Joel? Really?"

"Yeah." You laughed. "You make good rehearsal partners."

"Really?" Lydia asked, her eyes wide as her voice turned to genuine love. "I thought I was better with you. In fact I know I've always been better with you."

[stvrchaser]

i feel like i only come here to tell you guys about my new hyperfixations and the 3564937 wips that i’m never gonna finish… anyway, who’s got some rise of the pink ladies fic recs and how long before i inevitably start writing for cynthia, richie, and olivia because i have never been normal about media consumption??

[deadsnothere]

Brian send help.

Synopsis - Alias goes to Cynthia's house halfway through the fall ball to talk to her dad. It ends up turning out in her favor, it just takes a bit of..kiss- CONVINCING.

WARNINGS!! - Gays-?

Masterlist

Request - No but i am working on two request now.

Word count - 1.5k 😨

Speak Ali! - I've had this started since the episode i just finished it now!! (i'm dying-) Taglist anyone?

“If you need something tonight kid- I may be Cynthia's dad but I've been there for your entire life, I’ll be here for you now.”

In my yellow dress with a pink ladies jacket across my shoulders, I almost wanted to die. The fall ball sucked ass, and it's still going!- I walked into Cynthia trying to make out with my brother..Ya know- for once I thought I was winning! 'He's the big brother' Jones says- ‘He doesn't have to take care of the girls.’ said Jones. And now he's won the girl- and I'm still taking care of Jones' kids.

So I’m standing outside of Cynthia's town house, waiting for her dad to open the door.

And when Brian does (after four hours) he’s quick to rush me in. “Kid- are you ok?” he patted my back, taking a beer out of the fridge and handing it to me. “...She kissed Anthony..” He nodded knowingly, rubbing my back as I opened the bottle of beer with my mouth. “And you're jealous?” When I looked over to him, mouth opened in shock, he laughed at me. “Alias, When someone is in love with my daughter..I can tell.” He shrugged his shoulders, leaning back onto the counter. “And you're not weirded out?” it was a scary thing, being gay in this town, or time- fuck the USA it sucks here.

Brian raised both eyebrows and had to hold back a laugh. “I was doing crack in the 40’s a year before I got Cynthia's mother pregnant. I only sobered up and went to rehab to take care of Cynthia.” Eyebrows furrowed and mouth wide open, I looked up to him, shocked. “You were doing crack?!” He busted out laughing. “Yeah! Everyone did crack back then- I don't remember most of my teen years. But there was a boy who made me feel better than any girl had.” I pushed the pink ladies jacket off my shoulders and placed it on the counter, turning around and chugging the entire beer (no matter how disgusting it is) and throwing it away in the makeshift trash can they have.

“Yeah- uh, don't do that- no more for you. But what I'm saying is I know how you feel, growing up like this- In times like this..it's not going to end well, I'm sure you and Cynthia will figure it out- Now I know she said she was going to stay at yours tonight and she just might. So you stay here tonight.” Sighing, I leaned my head back onto the cabinets. “Thanks dad. I appreciate it.” he looked down at his watch concerned at the fact it was getting close to 8, when he had to leave for work.

(I'm starting to think he knew she would come home..)

Brian ruffled my hair and shooed me over to the couch. “There’s reefer in the top drawer if you really need it, just don't smoke it all and only do it here.” He put a blanket over me and grabbed his keys from the holder. “Don't die! We can talk more in the morning but I have to go to work.” I nodded and he turned the TV on as he left. “Bye dad.” - “Bye Kid!” As soon as the door shut I wasn't sure what to do. There was nothing interesting on, so I just went to sleep, I was tired anyways.

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“Alias, what the fuck are you doing here?” A voice was tapping me awake. “Huh-” Cynthia was standing over me, a jacket over her shoulders, shoes off, and a bottle of beer in her hand. “Alias, what are you doing here?! Shy guy has been looking for you-” I rolled my eyes and stood up, picking up my shoes and messily buckling them back on. “I don't know and at this point I don't care-” I was on my way out when she stopped me. “Alias what is up with you!” I let in a shaky breath, my hands were clenched and my knees were weak.

I took a second breath in, because one was not enough for this BULLSHIT, and spoke. “What is up with me? You never showed one minute of interest in my brother and now that I was going to the ball with Andrew as friends- he's your boyfriend!” She looked at me shocked, like we hadn't kissed before. “I've always liked your brother!-” I let out a dead chuckle. “Oh, dont fuck with me Zdunowski. I'm not stupid, You’re not in love with him! You were just- stupid, I don't know?!” She looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed and mouth open. “Why are you here, Alias?” I looked her in the eye this time, I'm not doing this like a pussy. I took my hand back, started to dust off her dress and placed a hand on her face.

“Because I'm in love with you, and for some reason I just love to hurt myself.” I sighed and sped walked out of the door, trying to slam it shut but she stopped it before I could. I was half way down the hallway by the time she got me again. She grabbed onto my hands, spinning me around, watching me trip, and getting dragged down with me. We were very close, her breathing was unsteady, our hearts matched beats. And once I finally had the balls, Our lips were sealed like a secret. Her hands grabbed my waist and she got as close as she could, even if it was awkward. It felt like heaven, if heaven was two teenage girls kissing in a hallway. “I- I love you too, I’ve been in love with you since we were 10- And for the last 6 years i've been convincing myself i loved Shy Guy not you but...I- i just..can I please kiss you more, please?” When I nodded she dipped down again, kissing me more. And more, and more! everyone of them, felt different, felt like a different emotions. Confusion, burning, love, yearning. everything a person could feel in just a few kisses.

We ran back into the home and shut the door behind us. My back was pressed into the door while Cynthia was skillfully untying my dress and kissing me at the same time. It felt so real, my vision isn't blurry and my body didn't feel fake. She was quick to start leaving hickeys down my neck, it made me giggle at first but the more bite marks she left the more I was glad my dress was already untied. She dragged me into her room, but her demeanor changed when she sat me on the bed and closed her door. “Here, take these clothes-” it wasn't in an annoyed manner, but she wasn't willing to look at me. “Cynthia what's wrong?-" She was changing out of her own dress now. Her hands slowly took off her dress and stockings. Changed them for pajama pants and a wife beater that made my face red, showing off her arms, built from all the car work she does.

Cynthia finally paying attention to me again, placed her hands on my cheeks. “I was forcing myself on your brother just an hour ago- and now I don't know-...I feel like an asshole for not chasing after you.” I smiled at her, kissing the palm of her hand. “You kinda are-” “Alias!” “What it's the truth!- I'm not gonna lie to you. But, I'll at least give you a chance to make it up to me.” I stood up from the bed and let my dress fall from my shoulders, gracefully. Cynthia was quick to help me out of it. She unclasped my bra and took it off for me, kissing the distance of my shoulders, and up my neck. She pushed my shorts off my hips, and got on her knees in front of me. Kissed along my hips for a few seconds before stopping right in front of my lace underwear.

“Please..” She looked desperate in front of me. I almost felt bad for saying no, but I didn't feel like it. I lent down and kissed her temple. “I..don't feel like it- i'm sorry..i just really want to sleep-” Cynthia was quick to pop up, standing on her feet again. “No! No it's ok, it's ok I'm fine to go to sleep!” She kissed my temple and picked up her shirt, putting it over my head and helping me find the arm holes. Finally, she dragged me to her bed, laid me down, and pulled her blanket onto me, falling asleep next to me. I've spent so long wishing for this, and now here I am.

Cynthia was laid down beside me in her bed, with all of my fingers and toes. no bullshit reason just, Love. And fuck was Brian right, I am in love with his daughter.

The more Cynthia grabbed onto my waist and pushed her head into my neck. The more I knew I was ready for whatever conversation brian was going to have with me in the morning about what kind of relationship with his daughter, although I'm not sure about that myself.

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I've never requested anything before so sorry of this is in the wrong spot.

If you're still taking requests could you do one with Cynthia and popular girl? Kind of 'Little Miss Perfect' thing

Little miss perfect.

Synopsis - After agreeing to fake date potato, Alias runs into a little bit of trouble with their manager and Cynthia gets wedged into the equation, from a fallen jacket.

WARNINGS!! - MENTIONS AN ABUSIVE ADULT CHILD RELATIONSHIP (Alias & her Manager)

Request - YES!!

Word count - 1.8k

Speak Ali! - Got motivation randomly.

…This feels wrong- this feels so wrong- but here i am!

My name is Alias Foreman.

My brother is Shy guy, he's on a very different popularity level than me but he's also one of my favorite people. He's a part of a ‘gang’ called the T-Birds, their affiliated with the girl gang The Pink Ladies.

And i would never ever say this to any of my friends, but i absolutely adore them. I mean Jane was bold enough to run for president after being humiliated by the people i call friends! And Olivia is amazing, she's just got her head stuck in the wrong place. Nancy is bold, she's talented and amazing! and the prettiest in my opinion, Cynthia. I know it's hard to believe- I mean my brother has a crush on her! but she's just so…Magnetic! She's funny and cute, and reckless, and downright rude, sometimes...but i'm just so pulled towards her!

I adore all of them, but I act like I don't so my parents won't suspect anything…I've been "popular" and "smart" and "perfect" since grade school. If I mess that up now I'm screwed. Which is why I needed a cover, and I knew just the person.

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“Potato! Can we talk before you leave?” The pink ladies, and T-Birds sat in the same car, obviously all stuffed in as the car is way too small to hold them all. They all stared at me like, I was a threat to their name or something. It made me want to crawl up and die. “Uh- What do you need?” I smiled softly trying to keep a smile on my face as I got glare’s all over. “Uh can we talk inside?-” I pointed to the front door, opening it up for him as he jumped out of the car, almost everyone groaning, realizing their going to have to wait longer now.

“Alias this is really unlike you- what's up?” Patato, who was clearly confused, looked at me like I was crazy. I was looking down at my feet and trying to pull all my thoughts together- “You like Nancy, And- I-I like Cynthia.” When I spoke I immediately closed my eyes, only opening them a bit, to look at his face. Which looked more shocked, than anything. “Y-You know I like Nancy!-” I opened both eyes and looked at him confused. “You're not surprised I like Cynthia?” Now he looked at me, confused. “Not really, Me and the T-Birds have been making jokes about it for years-” My face dropped a bit, before he explained himself. “Not! not because your gay or anything but because both you and your brother like her!-” My face turned into a smile again, laughing. I jumped to hug him. “Oh my god- Ok wait, so now that we both have that established- Do you want to fake date to get their attention?”

He hugged me back for a moment, pulling away as soon as I suggested the fake dating. “Your crazy!-” i interrupted him almost immediately. “But just think! Nancy is going to notice you! Someone will have what she wants- and I'll be able to hang around you guys more- and maybe you can get the gangs to listen to my songs when i perform at the frosty palace, I can send Cynthia messages through them!-” I'd be lying if i said i didn't have this planned out for a while, Like months.

He still looked unsure. “What about your brother?-” I sighed softly, looking out to see if anyone was looking from the car. “I love him, and he's the only one who's truly there for me, but look at cynthia. She is not straight- She is a circle amongst circles.” Potato nodded, solemnly. An idea popped into his head. “Get your coat! You're coming with us-'' My eyes widened in shock. “I can't- I have to perform at the frosty palace!-” Potato thought for a second before grabbing my coat off the rack and putting it on my shoulders, dragging me out holding my hand. “Guys! We're going to the frosty palace instead!”

I could feel them staring at us, feel them stare at me. “Uh- Hi?” A few of them rolled their eyes but either way I somehow got into the car and sat down in between my brother and Potato, who has his arm around me. Nancy was glaring at me, Cynthia and Ant (Shy guy) were glaring at Potato.

Once we arrived at the frosty palace, I could hear someone screaming from the inside. “ALIAS BETTER BE HERE-” Oooh fuck- My eyes widened as i jumped out of the car, grabbing my jacket, Potato grabbed my arm before i could run off. The only one who looked worried was Shy guy, but that's also because Shy guy knew what happened behind that stage. “Alias what's wrong?-” I smiled and patted his hand, acting like i wasn't going to get slapped and punched as soon as i got backstage, i was supposed to be there at 8:00 it's currently 8:02 and my manager is going to be pissed. “It's nothing! My manager just gets a little rowdy sometimes-” Nancy looked over to me with her eyebrows furrowed- “Sometimes? I've seen that women get so pissed-" - “Anyways! I gotta go before I get any later- Bye everyone, thanks for the ride!”

I ran into the frosty palace as fast as my flats would allow me to. As soon as I got backstage, I threw down my stuff on a vanity set there for the performers to get ready. Taking note of my missing jacket which I swear, I grabbed.

“MS.FOREMAN.” Oh shit. I quickly tried to get myself together, grabbing my bag and holding it close to me. “Do you understand how horrible you being late looks to us? Do you really think anyone is going to sign with you if you continue this laziness, you inconsiderate slut!” I stood there, I could feel my body trying to shake as she stood in front of me. I clenched my entire body, stopping the shaking before it could get bad.

“You’re such a brat!”

One.

“I do all of this for you and you come in late!”

Two.

“Other clients have never shown me such laziness.”

Three.

“I could quit- right now! and everyone would believe it's your fault.”

Four.

Two slaps on each cheeks.

I stayed quiet, not showing any weakness. She just laughed and scoffed at me. “Cant even have to decency to show some remorse.” Once she walked away, I sat down at the Vanity. Taking makeup out of my purse and starting to cover the redness is my cheeks.

“You shouldn't let her do that to you.” “OH MY GOD-” i jumped, almost falling out of my seat as Cynthia came out from behind the curtain I usually pulled back to change. “It's- Fine..What are you doing back here? only staff is allowed back here-” She scoffed leaning into the wall beside my vanity as i went back to covering my cheeks with powder. “You dropped your coat, your boyfriend told me to bring it to you.” I grabbed my jacket from her, our hands touched as she passed it over.

She didn't move from her spot as I continued to finish my makeup, inspecting my face. “Tell someone.” I stopped and looked up at her. “What?” She looked at me like I was stupid. “Tell someone what she's doing-” I stood up from my stool and went to her face to face, even if she's a few inches shorter than me. “I can’t- You don't understand-” She interrupted me. “Yes I do! Stand up to her, Stop it!” I rolled my eyes and started to put my makeup away. “No you don't Cynthia. I've been dealing with her since I was five- I told my father! I'm not sure how perfect Anthony has set our home life up to be, but I promise you it's not.” Cynthia looked at me, shocked. “Shy guy hasn't said anything about your home life..”

“Well good- If my home life got to the school I'd be ruined- i’d be killed socially-” Cynthia scoffed and laughed sarcastically. “Come on? Is that all you're worried about- Your social level, shallow Alias.” I rolled my eyes, I could feel anger bubbling up in my stomach, or its butterflies-..I can't tell. “No- it's not all i'm worried about, if it got out to the school i have to take care of four children by myself while my dad gets drunk all the time, I’d be fucked because they would call CPS.” I rolled my eyes again, closing my purse. A stage manager opened the door slightly, not looking up from her clipboard. “Foreman you're on in 10!” I waved at them, with a smile watching as they walked out with no other words.

Cynthia didn't say anything, she wasn't sure what to say. “Listen, that isn't even what we're talking about-! You shouldn't put yourself through that!” I leaned onto the vanity, my head rocking back as I sighed, my eyes closing. “I've tried to tell my dad, he just laughed in my face and told me I probably deserved it.” Cynthia looked around, trying to figure out another way for me to get out. “Listen- I have a contract with her I can't defy.” I finally stood up again once the same stage manager came in, still focused on her clipboard. “I was wrong that last time- Five til!” Watching her leave, I sighed and shook my head fixing my hair softly.

“Listen Cynthia, I’m stuck. I don't know what else you want out of me.” She now stood in front of me, blocking my way to the door. “Just!- You have to look out for yourself to-” I rolled my eyes, trying to get a way out. “I have four kids to look out for, there's no time for myself.” She blocked my way cornering me at my vanity.

I kissed her. My hands slipped! They slipped onto her face as I leaned down to kiss her. Ok so maybe it was stupid decision- but there was so much in me screaming at me to kiss her, and i just had to give in. I had to. It felt amazing for the few seconds she kissed back, but she almost immediately pulled away. When we were both staring at each other, neither was sure what to say. I panicked when her face twisted into some feeling. I couldn't tell what it was but- I was so sure it was disgust. “I-I…I’m so sorry- I have to go!” I was quick to grab a pair of gloves from behind me and run away from her as she tried to grab my arm. I ran into the stage director on the way, telling me I had seconds until I had to be on stage.

The stage and the heat of the lights around me felt comforting for the first time in years.

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Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies Cynthia x Reader Part 8

Chapter 8: Vote Pink

The next morning went as usual except I didn’t have any friends now. I had to walk to school and had no one to sit with in class most of the day. Right before our assembly for student council speeches Susan, Dot, and Rosemary stopped me in the hallway.

“Ella!” Rosemary called out, “We forgive you for what happened last night.”Dot continued, “you’re so important to us El, we don’t what to lose you just because of a small disagreement.” ‘Small disagreement’ right, because me not wanting to be a part of ruining someones reputation is a small disagreement. But they are my friends, and I know they do care about me. And I care about them. Then Susan spoke up, “Of course if you do anything like that again we can’t speak to you again.”  Of course. “Sit with us at the assembly?” Dot asked. I can’t say no to Dot, she’s my best friend. “Of course” I replied. We went into the gym, I sat in between Dot and Susan, and we waited for the assembly to start

“I want to promise you all that nothing like the shenanigans of last night's pep rally will ever happen again. As the current class president, I take responsibility for that. I failed you. But know that because I failed you, I will work harder than ever to win back your trust.” Buddy was giving his speech, and honestly, I didn’t really believe him. I had always liked Buddy, but this week has changed how I think about so many things. Everyone around me then started to chant “let’s have fun like we did before, vote for Buddy in ’54!” Susan gripped my arm until I joined in. I always knew that it was bad if Susan was mad at you, but I didn’t know how bad it could be.

Miss McGee quieted everyone down and uncounted the start of the speeches for student council candidates. First up was Jane, but she told Miss McGee she didn’t want to run. That was until someone called her a slut in front of everybody and she ran up onto the stage.

“I just wanna say that I don't think Rydell was so fun for everyone before. It wasn't for me. And I know it hasn't been for a lot of kids who don't fit in for whatever reason, 'cause we're considered strange or the wrong type. The truth is that most people in this auditorium aren't popular. Some don't even want to be. We just wanna be ourselves but we haven't even gotten the chance to do that yet or to have fun. 'Cause we're too busy just trying to survive high school.”

She was perfectly putting into words what I had been feeling this whole week. So continued, “Maybe you've accepted that. Maybe you're used to things being that way at Rydell. As the new girl, I'll tell you, it's crap.” Miss Mcgee interrupted her, “Jane, if you're not going to run-“ “I endorse her.” I looked over to see Olivia Valdovinos walking up to stand with Jane. Then Susan butted in “You can't endorse her. She isn't running for anything.” “Well, maybe she should. I endorse her too.” Cynthia stood up and also went to the stage, then Nancy saying “me three.” 

Everyone started shouting until Miss McGee hushed them and turned back to Jane “Now, Jane, would you like to throw your hat back into the ring?” “Yes.” She answered, “For president.” Woah. Her announcement was followed by more chatter and booing. Jane could make an actual change here; but I can’t support it with my friends. Everything following happened so fast. I looked back at the stage and immediately locked eyes with Cynthia. Cynthia, the realest friend I’ve had. I shifted in my seat. Susan grabbed my arm and whispered “if you say anything we will never talk to you again.” Honestly, I’m okay with that.

I stood up, shaking Susan’s hand off me and yelled “vote for Jane” as loud as I could. The 4 girls up front looked at me and Cynthia repeated “vote for Jane”, turned around, and pulled down her skirt, mooning the whole school. I immediately turned my head to face the other way, trying not to laugh as everyone gasped. When I turned back, the girls were running off the stage and were headed towards the door to the parking lot. Cynthia quickly changed course towards me, grabbed my hand and pulled me with them. 

We ran outside and Olivia found the keys to the t- birds car (expertly hidden one top of the front seat) and hopped behind the wheel. We all followed, Jane jumping in the front seat and Cynthia pulling me into the back. I tried to jump over the car door but my shoe got caught, making me fall forward. Into Cynthia. We were both shocked, our noses touching and our eyes wide. I got a really weird feeling being so close to her. It didn’t make sense, we used to sit close all the time, its just what friends do. Maybe I just wasn’t used to being friends with her again. Olivia started to car and we all took off, snapping Cynthia and I out of, whatever that was. 

“Holy smokes! What did we just do?!” Jane asked. “We just gave the best campaign speech in all of Rydell!”  Olivia answered. “We just stole a car!” I said, the reality of the situation just now setting in. “And it was amazing” Cynthia chimed in. “And we looked great doing it” Nancy said. “What am I going to do? No one’s going to vote for me now.” Jane said, seemingly also regretting what we had done. “You have a great platform, Jane. The socs have been controlling Rydell for too long, people will like what you said” Olivia stated. She made a lot of sense, and people do love someone who breaks the rules. “You’re like a vigilante. Steal from the rich give to the poor type stuff. People like that. We can work with it.” I spoke up, running through different campaign strategies in my head. The Jane spoke again, “maybe you’re right. But I didn’t do this speech alone, I can’t do my campaign alone.” “The 5 of us together could really shake up this school” Cynthia said. Jane sat there fro a minute before saying the sentence that would change it all:

“We’re gonna need some jackets” 

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i am putting WORK into this cynthia fic. she should be up later today or tomorrow 💞