#the rise of the pink ladies x reader

[cherrysfanfics-ily]

↬ What and Who I Write for ↫

☆ Grease: The Rise of the Pink Ladies

♡ Jane Facciano

♡ Oliva Valdovinos

♡ Nancy Nakagawa

♡ Cynthia Zdunowski

♡ Richie Valdovinos

♡ Shy Guy

♡ Potato

♡ Gil

♡ Susan

♡ Dot

♡ Rosemary

♡ Wally

♡ Hazel

♡ Buddy Aldridge

♡ Frenchy Facciano

☆ Grease

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Betty Rizzo

♡ Sandy Olsson

♡ Marty Maraschino

♡ Jan

♡ Kenickie Murdoch

♡ Danny Zuko

♡ Sonny

♡ Doody

♡ Roger

♡ Leo Balmudo

☆ Grease 2

♡ Paulette Rebchuck

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Micheal Carrington

♡ Goose McKenzie

♡ Stephanie Zinone

♡ Johnny Nogerelli

♡ Louis DiMucci

♡ Sharon Cooper

♡ Rhonda Ritter

☆ Criminal Minds

♡ Spencer Reid

♡ Aaron Hotchner

♡ Emily Prentiss

♡ Derek Morgan

♡ Jennifer Jareau

♡ Elle Greenway

♡ Penelope Garcia

☆ Twilight

♡ Jasper Hale

♡ Alice Cullen

♡ Rosalie Hale

♡ Emmett Cullen

♡ Edward Cullen

♡ Carlisle Cullen

♡ Esme Cullen

♡ Bella Swan

♡ Sam Uley

♡ Paul Lahote

♡ Leah Clearwater

♡ Seth Clearwater

♡ Jacob Black

♡ Alec Volturi

♡ Cauis Volturi

☆ Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

♡ Enoch O’ Connnor

♡ Emma Bloom

♡ Jacob Portman 

♡ Millard Nullings

♡ Bronwyn

♡ Victor

♡ Horace

♡ Olive

♡ Hugh

♡ Fiona

☆ Glee

♡ Rachel Berry

♡ Finn Hudson

♡ Kurt Hummel

♡ Artie Abrams

♡ Santana Lopez

♡ Tina Cohen-Chang

♡ Mercedes Jones

♡ Brittany S. Pierce

♡ Noah Puckerman 

♡ Sam Evans

♡ Blaine Anderson

♡ Mike Chang

♡ Quinn Fabray

♡ Jesse St. James

♡ Sebastian Smythe

☆ Pitch Perfect

♡ Donald Walsh

♡ Jesse Swanson

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Unicycle

☆ Pitch Perfect 2

♡ Jesse Swanson

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Emily Junk

♡ Flo

♡ Pietrar 

♡ Kommissar

☆ Pitch Perfect 3

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Emily Junk

♡ Flo

♡ Calamity

♡ Serenity

♡ Charity

♡ Veracity

♡ Chicago

☆ Ride the Cyclone

♡ Mischa

♡ Noel

♡ Ricky

♡ Constance

♡ Jane Doe

♡ Ocean

☆ Mamma Mia

♡ Sophie Sheridan

♡ Sky

♡ Donna Sheridan

♡ Sam Carmicheal

♡ Harry Bright

♡ Bill Austin

♡ Pepper

☆ School Spirits

♡ Maddie Nears

♡ Simon Elroy

♡ Wally Clark

♡ Xavier Baxter

♡ Rhonda

♡ Charley

♡ Dawn

☆ Nerdy Prudes Must Die

♡ Stephanie Lauter

♡ Peter Spankoffski

♡ Richie Lipschitz

♡ Ruth Fleming

♡ Grace Chasity

♡ Max Jagerman

♡ Lords in Black

☆ Movie! Five Nights at Freddy's

♡ Micheal Schmidt

♡ Vanessa Afton

♡ Platonic! Abby Schmidt

☆ Fruits Basket

♡ Tohru Honda

♡ Yuki Sohma

♡ Kyo Sohma

♡ Hatsuharu Sohma

♡ Momiji Sohma

♡ Shigure Sohma

♡ Hatori Sohma

↬Will most likely add more fandoms later↫

#the rise of the pink ladies #grease #grease 2 #grease rise of the pink ladies #criminal minds #twilight #mphfpc #glee #pitch perfect #pitcher perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #ride the cyclone #mamma mia #school spirits #x reader #grease: rise of the pink ladies #the rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease x reader #grease 2 x reader #criminal minds x reader #twilight x reader #mphfpc x reader #glee x reader #pitch perfect x reader #pitch perfect 2 x reader #pitch perfect 3 x reader #ride the cyclone x reader #mamma mia x reader #school spirits x reader #nerdy prudes must die

[simping-ella]

Could I request a dating Gil headcannon? No one writes for him and he’s such a sweetheart

I love Gil he's such a cutie

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Gil Rizzo Dating Hcs

-Gil always has his arm around your shoulders or around your waist

-Taking you on long drives in the evening and finding a nice spot to watch the sunset

-If you couldn't tell he loves his car and talks about it all the time to you, once he realises you don't really understand he teaches you about cars.

-Him showing up at your house randomly and saying your going on a drive

-When you introduce him to your parents he brings flowers for your mother, like the sweetheart he is.

-When Gil introduces you to his mom she loves you and thinks your great for her son.

-The T birds seeing you as one of them

-Sneaking out of class to chill out in his car (maybe a makeout sesh who knows)

-Gils favourite spot to kiss you is your neck and the back of your hands.

-Gils mom invites you to dinners and teas all the time. (Gil gets jelly cause he wants to spend all the time with you and only you)

-Him freaking you out by driving really fast

-Pink Ladies being super nice to you, Olivia tries to be nice but you can tell she doesn't like you.

-Finding out he's allergic to cats when he visits your house and starts sneezing when hes near your cat (or dog).

-Betty seeing you as an older sister

-Gil really does care and love you so much, he's scared of losing you.

#rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies x reader #gil rizzo #gil rizzo x reader #t birds x reader #t birds #gil x reader

[cloudi-bunni]

‘There’s just inches in between us I want you to give in’

Summary: Olivia’s older brother, Richie, was always touchy when it came to you. Wether that be his hand falling to your hips to move you out of his way, or his chest hitting your back when he’s reaching for something in the cabinet above the one your searching.

You sat on the couch, laying on it as you listened to your friends speak to each other in the kitchen. To anyone else you most likely looked dead, your body draped on the couch like a flimsy blanket. You felt so peaceful at this moment, your body relaxing, molding into the shape of the couch. You could almost fall asleep like this, that was until you felt a weight on you. You tried escaping their hold but you couldn’t “god damn it Richie get off!” You hissed as the figure laid on you “nah I kinda like it here, it’s real comfy don’t you think?” He teased adding just a bit more of his weight onto you, you tried kicking but it was useless.

“Richie get off her, your gonna kill her” his sister scolded from the kitchen, but Richie just chuckled “she can handle it” he replied back but he got off of you. Once you were able to escape from his grasp you turned around. Choosing to sit instead of lay down in fear of him suffocating you again. You glared up at him while he smiled at you. “Richie you’re as heavy as a sack of bricks” you said but you smiled back at him, you could see the red shirt he wore, the sleeves rolled up just a bit to expose his forearms.

Your eyes remained trained on his arms before glancing into his eyes. It’s clear he noticed you staring and smiled, but he didn’t say anything about it. “I am not heavy you’re just weak” he countered sitting next yo you. You rolled your eyes, attempting to get comfortable once more but you couldn’t. “You know if you wanna nap my rooms free” he offered, looking at you with that damn grin. You wanted to slap it off his face, “promise nothing will happen you can nap there” Richie placed his hand over his heart as if he was pledging an oath.

Sighing you got up as richie led you to his room. Walking upstairs was dreading, your body felt like bricks each step you took. When the door to his room was opened you practically leapt on his bed. Richies bed was big, big enough for two people to lay on. There were tons of pillows plus your stuffed animal you accidentally left the last time you stayed over. The bed dipped and you knew Richie had sat down as well.

A shoulder had touched yours, turning your head you saw the black haired boy grinning at you. “You’re not half as Bad when your quiet” You quipped with a smile, teasing the boy you pushed his shoulder slightly. Cocking his eyebrow he over dramatically rolled to the side a bit. “That cuts deep Princess” he joked, before he glanced at you.

Sitting on your legs you push him a bit more in an attempt to push him off the bed “that’s the point loser” within seconds you were under the male, with him grinning down at you. “Trying to hurt me Princess?” He teased, Flipping over, you were now over him. Holding his hands down with your own. Your hips on his as your legs held down his. Your scanned his face, he was still smiling but his hair was messy. Your eyes caught his tongue gliding over his teeth for a second. “Maybe I am” You whispered, noticing the tension in the room. You were suddenly aware of how close you were to him. To his body under you, to how he felt. He looked up at you, his eyes half-lidded. Dark brown eyes staring at you as if you were the only thing in the room. His eyes drifted away from your eyes before trailing down to your lips. Your mind was running wild and before you knew it you were leaning down, feeling his warm breath hitting your lips but before you can make contact.

“hey Richie have you seen-“ scrambling off of him you felt your cheeks get warm. Richie did the same sitting up and fixing his shirt, “what the hell is happening here?” Olivia questioned before she looked at you “we’re talking about this later, use protection!” She smirked enjoying teasing you.

You threw a pillow at her, but we’re too late as she already shut the door and ran away. A chuckled pulled you out of your embarrassed rage, there Richie was chuckling and smiling with his hand hiding his flustered face. “Your so cute when you mad” he teased, before you felt arms wrap around your torso.

“Now where were we?”

A/n: sorry it’s so short! I’m just experimenting with the characters a bit more , thanks for reading<33

#richie valdovinos #richie valdovinos x reader #grease rise of the pink ladies

[sirenlulls]

call it what you want → r. valdovinos

pairing — richie valdovinos x fem!reader

summary — after a cold night and shared secret insecurities, something as simple as your outfit puts richie's mind at ease.

written for this request

i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck. not because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me...

you were beautiful, richie knew that. in fact, most of the rydell student body, and anybody else with eyes, knew that. your eyes were downcast, bashfully following the cracks in the pavement of your driveway as he walked you to the door, his jacket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

when you got to the door, you seemed to finally notice his staring, and richie felt his heart stop when you laughed at his lovestruck face. he almost didn't care that you were laughing at him. you looked at each other for a few beats more, not daring to break the sweet silence that hung between you.

but the fall chill was starting to seep into your bones, and you found yourself twisting the doorknob, snapping richie out of his daze. "i guess i should get going then." his words were hesitant as he scratched the back of his neck.

"yeah." you nodded before casting your eyes inside, seeing the lights off and realising your parents were asleep. "unless..." your words made richie spin back around to face you so fast you wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash. "unless you want to come inside for a bit?"

"yes. mhm. absolutely." he nodded, jogging back up to the door where you stood giggling, quietly closing the door behind him and taking his hand and leading him to your room.

you kicked off your shoes and fell onto your bed, richie following suit. staring at the ceiling in comfortable quiet, your hand found his, and with a tight squeeze they rested intertwined between you both.

richie looked around your room, eyes casting over the pink ladies jacket hanging over the chair by your desk, the full bookshelves lined around the walls, the pile of books you had no other space for beside them, and finally the pinboard by your vanity and the pictures that decorated it.

it was moments like that, no matter how few and far between they were, where richie realised just how different the two of you were, and why nobody else knew about your relationship. you were popular, loved, adored, despite your proud pink lady alignments. he wasn't. it wasn't that you were ashamed of him, you don't think you ever could be, but richie knew how important your future was and hell would freeze over before he let himself be the reason you fall from grace.

"what's goin' on in that head of yours?" you asked softly, lying on your side and looking at him with a fond smile. he shook his head. "it's nothin'" you sat up straight, suddenly more concerned. "that means it's definitely something." richie sighed, sitting beside you. "c'mon, rich, talk to me." he looked at you, brows furrowed in desperation and hand gently cupping his face.

"are you really sure i'm the one you want?"

silence.

"excuse me?"

"it's just- i don't know, you could have lot more than i can give you. 'ts all i'm saying." he raised his hands in defense at your raised brows and dropped jaw.

"richie valdovinos, listen to what i'm about to say, and listen real good. i wouldn't care if elvis presley himself was knocking at my door, ready to take me to graceland, i'd still choose you. i will always choose you. i don't care what else you think i could have because i already have everything i want — everything i need. i love you, don't ever forget that."

"you really mean that?" he looked away, suddenly overwhelmed by the tenderness of your stare, you guided him to face you again. "i mean it with everything in me."

you kissed him then, slow and heartfelt, and he only wished that you could feel every sentiment he couldn't yet put into words. how, no matter how much you say you love him, he'll always insist he loves you more. and he does. ever since the day he met you, richie's heart wasn't his own, it sat locked away in your pretty ballerina jewelry box, and it would stay there forevermore.

he pulled away only when his lungs burned and he felt as if he'd die, forehead resting against yours. "i should be getting back home." you rolled your lips. "call me when you get there so i know you're okay." "of course." with one fleeting kiss and a cheeky smile, richie crept down the stairs and out the door. you flopped back into your pillows, dumb smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

it wasn't until long after he was gone, when he'd hung up the phone and probably gone to sleep, that you realised his t-birds jacket lay on your floor. you picked it up and set it over your vanity chair, and, with a light bulb over your head, you knew what you'd do tomorrow.

"y/n, bust a move, we're gonna be late!" cynthia yelled from outside. you stuck your head out your bedroom window, smiling at your friend, "one minute!" you looked in the mirror, tightening your ponytail and fixing your lipstick, spinning around and admiring your outfit, grinning proudly and the t-bird logo staring back at you. you practically ran down the stairs towards cynthia who wolf-whistled at richie's jacket. "when can i get me one of those?" she joked, handing you a spare helmet as you hopped onto her bike. "i'll put in a good word for you." you winked back.

when you got to the school, you could feel eyes burning into your sides and whispers buzzing through your ears. jane and olivia walked up to you two, matching smirks on their faces and excited gleams in their eyes. "so that's why he didn't have the jacket this morning." olivia mused, nudging you with her elbow as you all walked to your locker.

"does this mean you guys are, like, official official now? like, public official?" jane asked, squealing and grabbing your arm when you nodded.

"what is this?" nancy demanded, suddenly appearing at the locker beside yours. "where's the pink lady represention? there's enough t-birds to carry their own weight, they don't need to steal you too." you laughed, throwing your arm around her shoulder. "nobody's stealing me, nance. still a pink lady through and through. if it makes you feel any better, i can try get richie to wear my jacket next time."

"i'd like that!" cynthia interruped, making you all laugh. nancy failed to hide her smile. "i guess it's sort of cute." the five of you started to walk to class, gossiping and giggling over the incredulous looks you got.

"didn't know you were a thief, l/n." someone teased from behind you, you turned around to see richie smiling at you. "it's for a good cause." you turned and nodded your head slightly to the girls, telling them to go ahead and you'd catch up. "oh yeah? what would that cause be?" "fashion," you leaned closer to whisper to him, "and to show everyone i have a very handsome, very amazing boyfriend." he smiled, biting the inside of his cheek. "well, who would i be to stop such a noble mission? keep it for now. it looks good on you." you beamed and kissed his cheek, laughing at the slight stain it left behind.

"you'll look even better in mine." you winked before turning on your heel and running to catch up with the girls. "wait, what?!" he responded. "you have to return the favour yet, valdovinos!" you called over your shoulder, throwing your head back in a laugh.

richie shook his head fondly as gil came up beside him, clapping a hand down on his shoulder. "am i looking at the latest pink lady?" he teased. "shut up, man." richie laughed, shoving him off, looking down the hallway to see you laughing with Nancy once more before going to your class.

#requested ✉️ #richie valdovinos x reader #grease: rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease: rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease x reader #cynthia zdunowski #richie valdovinos #jane facciano #olivia valdovinos #nancy nakagawa

[lovewheeler]

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.

[aubeystawby]

— 💡 cynthia zdunowski x fem!bestfriend!reader

request: CYNTHIA X FEM!READER!! Her and the boys getting high of reffer but than instead of at her house they drop her off at the readers house so now she's in her bed flirting with her, Very high — @deadsnothere ⚠️ warning(s): lots of mentions of being high (about cynthia) and very brief implied homophobia (blink and you'll miss it) not a warning but it's kind of implied she's at least somewhat come to terms with her sexuality (more than she has in episode 5)

The tell-tale sounds of the T-Birds and Cynthia arriving outside your house have become like a routine that you’ve grown used to (Minus the routine part - you can almost never predict when they'll show up - but when they're there you can tell without a doubt that it's them). Whenever it’s late at night and you hear tires screeching or muffled laughter, your bedroom window is opened within seconds, and the sight you find is always your best friend with the T-Birds.

And tonight is no different.

Your bedroom lights are still on, no doubt seen as a sort of approval for the group of friends outside that you're still awake and won't get mad at anyone for waking you up (Though you doubt that would stop them anyway).

Tonight, it's a shout that you think comes from Gil that alerts you of their arrival. And then the fact that you can't hear Cynthia giving him a muffled yell to keep it down tells you that your best friend is either passed out, not even there, or to say the least she's not exactly sober right now. Of course, it's the third option.

You have half the mind to ignore them — having tried to be clear in the past that you and specifically your parents do not appreciate a group of rowdy (and high) greasers yelling outside your house late at night — but know that if you did they'd probably just become even louder to get your attention.

You walk over as quietly as possible to your bedroom window that looks out to the front garden, and carefully open it.

You swear your heart stops for a second when you're immediately met with the faces of Shy guy and Cynthia, the former looking vaguely sympathetic — but still definitely high — and the latter just grinning aimlessly at you.

You hear laughter as you slap your hand over your mouth to suppress a scream from the jump-scare, trying to catch your breath and steady yourself in front of the sudden appearance of the two people outside your window.

You go to say something — an objection probably, you have no idea what they're planning and probably don't want any part in it — but are cut off by Cynthia unceremoniously being slightly pushed to climb into your window and subsequentially practically throwing herself at you as her feet hit the floor of your bedroom.

Someone says something — probably Shy guy — about how your house was closer to get to than Cynthia's, but you don't really catch it all as your heart beats in your throat; Cynthia's eyes staring right into yours as it appears she tries to fight back a grin.

"Um- okay but-" Your words stumble of your mouth, hands hovering near Cynthia's shoulders out of the fear of her falling face-first onto your carpet.

Your words are cut off when you look up and out the window to see the T-Birds already driving away, essentially dropping Cynthia at your feet and running so she's your problem to deal with and not theirs. Which you can't complain too much about — the company of your best friend never feeling like a burden — but you do find yourself wishing you had it in you to reprimand Cynthia's friends without being absolutely terrified of them.

A head meets your shoulder as you close your window, your breath yet again catching for a moment at the proximity. Instead of dwelling on how warm she feels this close to you, you decide to distract yourself and focus on taking care of her.

"Cynthia...?"

All you get is a muffled "Yes?" in response, as you try to manoeuvre out of Cynthia's hold where her arms now wrap around your shoulders and hold you close.

You eventually shuffle towards your bed and pry her arms off of you, slightly bloodshot eyes meeting yours as her eyebrows furrow unhappily.

Before Cynthia has a chance to protest, you push her slightly so she tips over and lands on your neat bed.

"What-!"

"I'm getting you a glass of water." You cut her off, not giving any room for argument as you can practically feel yourself how dry her throat must be, if her slightly rough voice is any indication.

Your carefully close your bedroom door fully as you step out, hoping that if the door is at least properly closed that Cynthia will take the hint and not follow you into your house where the risk of getting caught by your parents is even greater.

Your movements are swift and footsteps light as possible as you quickly grab a glass and fill it with water. You sigh with relief once you're sure your parents are sound asleep, and walk back to your bedroom with far less anxiety.

When you enter the room again, you're met with the sight of Cynthia laying with her head just hanging off the foot of your bed.

You try to think of something to say, should you even say anything? Should you just let her sleep? Do people even get tired when they're high? You have no idea, so instead you just sit the glass of water on your bedside table and try not to disrupt whatever Cynthia's doing. She however, has other ideas.

"So I'm thinking," She starts, tilting her head towards you to check that you're listening, with her hands clasped over her stomach and a rather serious expression that makes it look like she's about to make some sort of business proposition.

"..Yes?" You prompt.

"A wedding," She states, voice noticeably just a bit lighter than usual, no doubt due to her being high.

This catches you off guard.

"Huh-"

"I've been thinking," She cuts you off, sitting up excitedly with a huge grin on her face, "A wedding with two brides."

You're too confused to even comment, for a second you think she might be proposing to you? A thought you immediately dismiss. Forget the impracticality of it all; It's just a wild concept that you can't even begin to wrap your head around to begin with.

Though she doesn't notice your shock — or maybe just elects to ignore it — and instead just continues.

"Listen, I've been really imagining it, and I think it could work! And what would even change about the ceremony if there just wasn't a groom?"

As she rambles, she grabs your hand (rather forcefully) and pulls you over to sit next to her.

"I can picture it really easily, y'know?" She continues, not even noticing how flustered you're becoming as she takes your left hand into hers, tracing circles around your ring finger, "And rings wouldn't be a problem either! It's not as if wedding rings come in a set, and-"

It's almost like the fog in Cynthia's mind has cleared for just a second. Her eyes widen as she practically jumps back away from you, like a scared cat.

And then you're both just sitting there for a moment, your skin almost sizzling where Cynthia's hands were a second ago. Your stomach does summersaults and your heartbeat is desperately trying to break out of your chest.

Every instinct in your mind tells you to just turn around and tell her she needs to leave, that what she was saying was weird and so uncalled for... And yet?

"..A wedding with two brides doesn't sound like such a bad idea.."

There’s a second before she processes what you just said and what that could possibly imply. When it dawns on her, Cynthia's face grows even paler for a split second as though she's not just seen a ghost but is one herself.

But then — almost so quick you miss it — there’s something that sparkles in her eyes and curls her lips ever so slightly. Though as soon as that glimmer appears, she bites her lip to hold a smile back and blinks quickly, hiding her reaction (Just not quite fast enough).

At that, the butterflies inside you sing and flutter, and you cant help but have to bite back a smile too.

#cynthia zdunowski x reader #rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease: rise of the pink ladies x reader #pink ladies x reader #grease x reader #╰─www.my-writing.com─╯ #reader really is all “this is cynthia my best platonic friend!” then freaks out whenever she just holds their hand #honestly me too

[iloveyourwritingthankyou]

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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Fallin' For ya! PT. 2

PT.1 - Fallin' For Ya!

Synopsis - After a singing confession Cynthia brings me to an abandoned car shop to have some "privacy"

Masterlist

Request - No!

Word count - 5k (all together w/ both parts)

Speak Ali! - i'm in love with her

When we arrived at the car shop no one was there, It was just me and Cynthia.

She got off the bike first, letting me off after. We both made our way into the shop, looking around at the dust-filled cars and auto parts. There were a few cars that weren't too bad with dust, a red corvette just sitting in the middle of the shop. They looked like they were just waxed before they were abandoned for god knows how long- “Hey! Pretty girl, come look at what I found.” Cynthia had run off on her own, Her natural curiosity had to be killing her. When I finally got a view of what she was talking about I wasn't sure how to feel honestly- “Is that a tub of grease?” She nodded rapidly.

“YES! It's been abandoned- And it looks like it’ll still work fine.” I chuckled at how she looked so excited about something so simple. ”You and the boys can use it at the shop, can’t you?” “Yeah! It’ll be a good way to save some money-” When she was finally done inspecting the grease she’d opened, she looked back to me. “Ya know- You're always the cutest when writing.” Making eye contact, I raised an eyebrow at her. “What?” She was chuckling at my reaction and how stupid I looked trying to figure it out. “Everyday while me and the boys are working on the car, you're writing in your notebook. It's adorable-...what are you writing everyday?”

…it took me a second to think of an answer. “Well I am the “certified pink ladies secretary” so i'm writing different tasks we have to focus on, List of things that are urgent and some that can be left to the side. Writing a list of different ways I'm going to kick buddy in the family jewels. But I also write about my day- my life and what I feel at that moment.” Cyn was laughing at me. “What!?” She tried to douse down her laughter but she couldn't stop. “You have a diary?” I rolled my eyes at her comment. “I have a journal! Not a diary-'' She looked at me like I was stupid, took a few steps towards me, putting her hand on my waist. “It's the same thing!” Gasping, I hit her shoulder. Moving with her like we were dancing, When she stepped her left foot up, i stepped my right back and we kept walking like that. “It is not- one is much more dignified and mature- The other is- AH-”

I jumped when she pushed me into the old corvette. “Be careful, Princess.” She raised her eyebrows at me, a condescending smile on her face. “Oh shut up..Stable girl-” Cynthia put both of her arms leaning on the car, The stupidly attractive smile not fading. “You’re gonna have to shut me up yourself- Princess.” Now she was just plain mocking me! “Oh come here you peasant.“ I grabbed her face, kissing her sweetly. It only lasted a few seconds but each of them were heaven on earth.

She leaned back nodding, letting out a sigh looking up at the roof. “...Are you made of sugar-” I laughed- “What is that supposed to mean?” She kissed me this time, didn't let go of my lips, dragged me back as much as she could until we were both falling into the car- “AH- Oh my god!” We burst into laughter waiting for the dust to settle down, and now she was on top of me in the backseat of a very dusty convertible. “Shit! That is not how it was supposed to go, but..I can't say I'm mad…” She was smiling and eyeing me. “My god! You are disgusting-” Anyone could tell I wasn't mad by the way I was laughing. “Oh come on-”

She leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Can’t a princess get dirty just for a night?” I hit her shoulder again- “You- You-” -and again and again. Cynthia was laughing at my flustered stuttering, her eyes always creased when she laughed, Jane and Olivia said we laugh the same way- that we’re almost identical when laughing at the same joke.

“..I love you.” Woah- ok. “Where is this coming from Cynthia?” She was looking me deep in the eyes, nothing could get us to look away from each other. “Alias you wrote an entire song about how you love me and you expect me not to say it back? Wow i'm not sure you got the right girl-” I smiled sarcastically at her. “I Love you too, Cynthia. I think I've loved you since we met in 6th grade. I adore you. I mean you didn't care about anything they said to you, you just did what you liked.”

She pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Can I kiss you again?” I nodded, just barely. She immediately dipped her head down to kiss me. “Ya know i'm starting to believe you're addicting.” She drew kisses down my neck. “I could say the same-” Each time her lips touched me I jolted just a bit- I finally had what I've been dreaming of for two years. Her love and attention. And god it made me want so much more. I adored the way she felt on top of me, kissing my neck and collarbone.

“Alias- You have no idea how much i've been dreaming of this day-” I laughed in disbelief. “Everyday you wear those low cut tops and tight skirts. I want to squeeze and touch you in front of every guy who flirts with you.” With a bright red face and a grin I looked away from her, She didn't take that too kindly- “Hey- Alias, look at me.” When I didn't move my head, she moved it for me with her thumb.

“I mean every word- I wish I could tell the world how much you mean to me, how much more you mean to me.” She looked at me like I was the only person in the world. No one has ever looked at me like that. I mean, the gangs they care about me- but not one of them has loved me. Or shown me how it feels to be loved so tightly. Or so- Oh my god her hand is on my thigh- HER HAND IS ON MY THIGH. I REPEAT HER HAND IS ON MY THIGH. She was drawing little stars on my thigh with her fingers. Goosebumps were left wherever she touched.

The to the shop door opened. “HEY! WHO’S IN HERE'' We have to get out of here. “Oh shit! Come on-'' The best way to go about this is to sneak out the back door! Of course it is- we just need to- I felt Cynthia pull me up and following her lead I jumped out of the car. “BOLT.” FOR FUCKS SAKE-

Next thing I knew me and Cyn were running out of the shop with a very angry man chasing us. It was hell, but damn is hell fun!

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And that's how we're here. We are running from a man in a car, while on Cynthia's Motorcycle. And holy shit does it feel good. Like ever since we started the pink ladies it's nothing but rushes. The feeling of running away from Miss Mcgee after we flashed our asses to the entire school, The feeling of singing on stage with emotions and putting my body into something I wrote, The feeling of running away from this shitty town with the girl I've been in love with for two years! And that's just a few! Everything's a rush and I never want it to stop- I want this, adrenaline, trouble, kissing Cynthia in places we’re not legally allowed to be. Maybe it's dangerous but I don't give two shits anymore! I just love the feeling- it's euphoric.

After driving around for 20 minutes trying to get the man lost, we finally succeeded. “Thank fuck!” I heard Cynthia curse from in front of me. “Let's get you home princess, your royal carriage is finally on its way to the castle.” She took a turn on Henry Drive, two roads before my house.

I didn't want this to end, and maybe it doesn't have to.

I hugged her tighter, smiling at the thought of her laying in my bed, waiting for me to lay down just so we can cuddle because the touch starved Cynthia needs her affection..but this time it's not ‘plationic’ its real, she’ll kiss me and run her hands on my hips and my hair. I love her, and I'm willing to write a million more songs to prove it to her.

When we arrived at my house Cynthia held her hand out and helped me off her bike. I took off my helmet and goggles. “Wanna come inside?” Cyn hesitated but said yes regardless and we made our way inside.

“Mamí, Papí, I’m home!” I yelled through the old house, to alert not only them but the gremlin’s. I could hear stampeding down the stairs right now. Lainey and my three baby sisters were making their way towards me, all in worn and torn pajamas that had enough stains to make it a whole new color. Cynthia was at least a foot behind me blocked by a pillar in the middle of the staircase.

One by one, my sisters started to show up infront of me. Aliah, Lila, the 2 year old twins. And Aria and Lainey the two middle children, Aria being 3 and Lainey being 14. “Alias! How’d it go?- did you kiss her- tell me and Aria every..thing” Once she and Aria, who was in her arms, backed me up into the kitchen she could see Cynthia, who was laughing her ass off at the interrogation happening in front of her. I started to try and laugh with her to laugh off the embarrassment but it didn't work.. “Hi Cynthia! Did you kiss my sister we all are very dedicated to this.” Lainey motioned to her and the line of children she had following her. Cynthia ruffled everyone's hair going down the line. “I don't kiss and tell kid, sorry.” Lainey huffed looking at me again. “I expect an explanation later.” Fondly rolling my eyes at her and pushing her and the twins away from us so we could run up the stairs.

We reached my room and shut the door quickly. “No more heathens!” She yelled quietly. I started laughing, sometimes that is a real goal to accomplish. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands running through my hair. “You're so pretty.” She was staring at me. “And why do you say that?” I titled my head pretending to act confused. She looked at the wall just for a second to take a deep breath. Cynthia walked up to me, and placed her hand on my head pulling my hair back just a bit for me to get the memo. “Because you're my girl.”

Am I breathing right now? I think I'm frozen in place. Cynthia looked so proud of herself. I swallowed my spit and tried to answer with as little stuttering as possible. “Well- I-I’m your girl?” Now that I looked nervous, her act completely changed. “Well only if you want to be- I won't force you!-”

I started laughing at how anxious she was for an answer. “Yes you idiot- Of course i'll be your girlfriend!” She looked in almost disbelief, like we hadn't made out in an abandoned car shop an hour and a half ago. “You're the stable girl in my fairytale book, I can't get away from you.” She scoffed at me, leaning down to touch noses with me. “Oh yeah, like you have any room to talk princess.”

She was quick to kiss me. Pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top, her hands tracing up my hips drawing little hearts with her finger tips. I held onto her belt loops with my pointer and index fingers. I felt so warm all over, my face and neck were red from the close distance we were. It feels so familiar, but different at the same time, this kiss is more fiery and hungry. I feel so greedy but I can't help it, the more she kisses me the more I want to kiss back, the longer I want to kiss her. Our lips were practically sealed together.

Cynthia only broke that seal to move down my jaw and neck. She sucked the skin on my neck, the feeling of the blood rushing up to bruise me, making me gasp. I ran my hands through her hair reveling in the feeling of her leaving hickeys down my neck.

The door slammed open, and I pushed Cyn off of me quickly. My baby sister Aliah standing in the doorway with a smile, She was holding her pink and blue blanket my mom had crocheted for her. Sighing, the beating of my heart slowed a bit. “A- sleep here?” I laughed lightly and got off the bed. I picked her up, shut my door, and placed her on my bed with her blanket. “What the fuck did she say?” Cynthia asked, confused as to why I was putting her on my bed and covering her with my blanket. “She said “Ali, can I sleep in here” Except take out a few words and turn Ali into A.” She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head like she knew what was going on.

I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall off my shoulders. “Woah- WOAH-” turned around confused on what the yelling was. “What!?” Cynthia was facing away from me on my bed, her neck and ears looked bright red. “Oh come on Cyn you can't be serious- you were just giving me a hick-” She snapped her head to me, and then to the very much awake baby laying in my bed and watching us interact with each other. I scoffed. “She doesn't care- she's my sister, I change her butt daily and she can barely speak-” Cynthia just widened her eyes, telling me she doesn't care. “Fine-” I continued changing peacefully, turning to find Aliah climbing on top of Cynthia and Cynthia trying to pull her off her head. I giggled picking her off the poor girl.

“You can borrow some of my clothes if you want to stay the night Cyn- It wouldn't be too crowded on my bed.” She thought about it for a second before deciding to stay, she opened my closet and walked all the way in closing it and turning the light on. “You're kidding me.” I started laughing out of disbelief, something that seemed to be happening a lot today. Cynthia didn't walk out of the closet until she changed out her pants and button up, wearing one of my old wife beaters. “Looking good, Stable girl.” She picked up a hanger from my closet and threw it at me.

“Just get in bed you idiot-” I situated myself first and then let Aliah lay down on my right side and Cynthia on the left. “Good night, Stable girl.” I could hear her roll her eyes. “Good night, Princess.” I kissed Aliah's forehead pulling her blanket onto her a bit more so she’ll be warmer. “Good night, Liah.”

And I closed my eyes letting myself drift to sleep slowly with my two favorite girls.

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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.

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Crazy Love

Gil Rizzo x Reader

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Summary: You have been hiding a secret from your boyfriend Gil. When he finds out what it is, he's "pissed" that you didn't tell him.

A/N: I mention 'Big Momma's' (From the Disney movie 'Teen Beach') later in the fic, just think of this as an alternate universe or that the movie has already been made (Wet Side story, the movie within the 'Teen Beach' movie). Yeah, anyway, hope you enjoy the fic.

"Okay, what is it? What's wrong?" Gil asked as he leaned against your Locker. You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm fine, okay?!" You snapped. Gil's eyes widened as you snapped at him. "Baby, chill. It was just a question." You sighed. "Gil, I'm fine." "Y/N, come on. You know you can talk to me." Gil was trying everything to get you to talk. "Yo, Y/N you gotta see what David and I found." Your best friend Daniel said as he walked up to you. "Not now, Daniel. I'm busy." You answered back. Daniel just nodded in response and walked away. "Gil, can we just drop this? Please?" Gil stood there and sighed. "Y/N, come on. Talk to me. What's going on?" "Nothing, it's fine. We're fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine!" You stated as you walked away from him and left him there speechless.

As soon as the School Day ended, you went straight to Daniel. You leaned against his car and said, "So, what did you want to tell me before?" Daniel went to the bag in his car and started frantically looking for something, "This." He said as he showed you what it was. Your eyes widened in surprise. "No way!? At the-? With the-?" Daniel nodded his head as he said, "Yes." To all your statements. You squeal in excitement and joy as you hug your best friend. "And you have to tell Gil," Daniel added. You then gave him a look. "No, no, no, no, no, no! Gil, can not know that I can sing. Okay, Okay, Okay?!" You stated in a frantic tone, "Y/N, the more you don't tell him, the more pissed he'll be when he finds out," Daniel replied. "Fine, I'll tell him." You gave in and sighed. "Good, because if you don't, I will," Daniel said sternly.

Later, you were at Gil's place, helping him with homework. The two of you were in silence when you decided to say something. "Gil, I have to tell you something. You promise you won't laugh?" Gil looked up from his textbook, "Yeah, what's on your mind, babe?" "You know how every time you've asked what's going on and I've been snapping at you?" You sighed. "Yeah, what about it?" Gil asked as he cuddled up next to you on his bed. "I-I didn't know how to tell you, but, uhh, I can sing." You confessed as you looked down in embarrassment. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me?!" Gil exclaimed. It was meant to sound happy, but it came off as angry. "I'm sorry, Gil. I know you're upset, and I should've told you. I just... I didn't know how!" You said, tears welling up in your eyes. Gil took your chin gently in his hand and started wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Gil then sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer to him. "It's okay," he said softly. "It's okay, I'm not mad. I'm just really happy that you finally told me." He kissed your forehead.

Finally, the week was over and you started getting ready for the performance you were doing at 'Big Momma's'. Daniel was already there because he was the drummer for the band that plays there. So, Gil, Richie, Potato, Shy-Guy, Jane, Olivia, Nancy and Cynthia were picking you up and taking you there.

You checked your outfit in the mirror one last time. You wore a black leather jacket, a red plaid shirt, skinny jeans and boots. You wanted to look cool and edgy, but not too flashy. You grabbed your purse and headed downstairs, where your friends were waiting for you in Gil's car.

"Hey, you look awesome!" Jane complimented you as you got in.

"Thanks, so do you!" You smiled back at her. Jane was wearing a floral dress and a denim jacket, her brunette hair in a ponytail. She was your best friend since you and the rest of the girls became 'The Pink Ladies'. They always supported you in everything.

"Are you ready to rock the house?" Gil asked you from the driver's seat.

"I hope so!" You said nervously.

"Don't worry, you'll do great!" Richie said from the passenger seat. He was Olivia's brother. He was wearing a band t-shirt and his 'T-Bird' leather jacket. Gil then made Richie move to the back of the car so you could get in the front with him. Which happened rather quickly and smoothly.

"Yeah, we're all here to cheer you on!" Potato added from the back seat. He was also a member of the 'T-Birds', like Gil and Richie. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans and his 'T-Bird' jacket. His nickname came about because no one could pronounce his real name.

"You're gonna kill it, girl!" Shy-Guy said from behind you. He was wearing a sweater and his 'T-Bird' jacket, like the rest of the boys. He was shy around strangers, but very sweet and funny with his friends.

"Thanks, guys. You're the best." You said gratefully.

You looked out the window and saw the familiar neon sign of 'Big Momma's'. You felt a surge of adrenaline as Gil parked the car.

"Let's go!" Olivia said enthusiastically. She was wearing a leather skirt, a crop top and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

"Come on, we don't want to miss the show!" Nancy said impatiently. She was wearing a jumpsuit, heels and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

"Yeah, hurry up!" Cynthia said eagerly. She was wearing a T-shirt, boots and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

You followed them out of the car and into the bar, where Daniel greeted you with a hug.

"Hey, you made it! I'm so proud of you!" He said warmly.

"Thanks, Daniel. You're so sweet." You said smiling

Daniel was your best friend since middle school. He was the drummer for 'Momma's Boys', the band that played regularly at 'Big Momma's'. He had also helped you practice for your performance.

He led you to the stage, where he introduced you to the other members of 'Momma's Boys': Mike, the lead singer; Dave, the lead guitarist; Sam, the rhythm guitarist; and Ben, the bassist. They all welcomed you and the girls warmly and wished you good luck.

You saw the boys sitting at a table near the stage, waving at you and cheering for you.

You took a deep breath and smiled.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Y/N, and I'm here to sing some songs for you tonight! With some help from my girls; Jane, Olivia, Nancy and Cythina." You said into the microphone.

The crowd clapped and cheered for you. "And this first song goes out to my Boyfriend, Gil!" You added as you pointed to where Gil was sitting with the guys so everyone could see and know, who is yours and only yours.

Gil smiled and waved at you, his eyes shining with love and pride. He knew how talented you were and how much you enjoyed music. He blew you a kiss and mouthed "I love you" as you started to sing.

((Just so you guys know, you don't fall off the Stage like Lela does in the movie))

After you finished the song, you and the girls walked off the stage..."AHHH!" You, Olivia, Jane, Nancy and Cynthia (believe it or not), squealed in happiness. "We did it!" You said. "No, you did it, Y/N." Jane smiled. Olivia, Nancy and Cynthia nodded their heads in agreement. You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks as you hugged your friends. "Thank you, guys. You're the best." You said. "No, thank you for being our lead singer. You have an amazing voice, Y/N." Cynthia said. "Yeah, you totally rocked the stage!" Nancy added. "The crowd loved you!" Olivia exclaimed. "And so did someone else..." Jane winked at you, pointing to a familiar figure waiting by the bar. You blushed. "Okay, I'mma go talk, Gil." "Go, go, go!" The girls forced you to go as they lightly pushed you next to him. You gave them a playful glare as they left you alone with your boyfriend.

You smiled nervously as you approached him. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw you. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, spinning you around. "You were amazing, babe!" He said, kissing your cheek. "You're the best singer I've ever heard!" You giggled as he put you down. "Thank you, Gil. You're the best boyfriend I've ever had." You said, looking into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed you softly, making you melt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, feeling his tongue explore your mouth. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "I love you, Y/N L/N." He whispered. "I love you too, Gil Rizzo." You whispered back. Gil smiled and took your hand, leading you to the dance floor. You followed him happily, feeling his warm body against yours. You danced with him, feeling his heartbeat in sync with yours. You felt like nothing could ruin this moment. You felt like you were on top of the world.

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Sweet Nothing

This is inspired by Sweet Nothings by Taylor Swift

Pairing: Potato x Gender-Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1641

Genre: Fluff

(___’ POV)

I was on the field cheering with the other cheerleaders bored with a sigh, I just wanted to hang out with my boyfriend, watch a movie, bake and joke around in the kitchen, or even go to Frosty Palace. “Hey ___! Are you coming to the party tonight?” I hear Wally ask from behind me. I turn around to look at him with a small smile. “ Hey, Wally! I don't think I’m going to, I think I’m just going to have a quiet night with my boyfriend tonight.” I told him, not realizing Buddy, Neil, and a couple of other football guys walked up beside us until I heard one of them speak up. “Come on you should come, it’s a party to celebrate Buddy winning president,” Neil said with a smirk shaking Buddy by his shoulders, while I rolled my eyes.

“Plus if you come the girls will come as well, and we would really love them to come.” Another guy on the team replied before another bumped him jokingly and him bumping back. “No offense but that makes me want to go less, I’m not interested in celebrating Buddy’s presidency or going so the girls go.” I shrug looking at them with a sigh. “Come on, it’s just going to be lame without you, and people won’t have as much fun either.” Neil adds wrapping his arm around my shoulder before I shrug him off and move farther from him. “ Guy’s if they're not interested, they're not interested,” Buddy says, making them all go quiet before looking at me, “I think it’s great you want to spend the night with your boyfriend.” Buddy says with a small smile making me smile back.

“We would love for you to come so if you change your mind the party is at Buddy’s place.” Wally said with a smile before they all left me alone. As soon as they left the other cheerleaders and I decided to gather our stuff since lunch was ending soon. As I was putting my stuff in my bag I looked at the bleachers to see Potato looking at me, already making me smile and wave at him. He waved back with a big smile on his face, making me smile so big that my face to hurt. “Hey ___?” I heard from behind me, I quickly blew a kiss at Potato before turning to see who it was only to see Susan, Rosemary, Dot, and Pearl. “Hey! What’s going on?” I ask confused. 

“Are you going to the party tonight at Buddy’s?” Susan asked me curiously with her arms behind her back. “Uh, I don’t think so. I think I’m just going to have a quiet night with Potato.” I told them putting one of my bag straps on my shoulder. “ Awwe, come on! It would be so much better with you there, and we would love for you to be there.” Pearl says with a tiny smile and pout. “ Yeah, everyone is expecting you to be there,” Rosemary adds with a smile crossing her arms. “Expecting? Listen, I don't have plans to go to Buddy’s party to celebrate him winning when I didn’t even vote for him.” I spoke, crossing my arms over my chest with a small smile, looking at them. “Wait…” Pearl said kind of confused looking at me before looking toward Susan, with Charlotte and Dot doing the same right after.

“You voted for Jane?” Susan questions with a look of anger and my eyes widen a bit thinking she already knew I did and I just nodded. “ How could you do that? You knew how much the election meant to him!” Susan yells out getting the attention of the football guys, the T-birds, the Pink Ladies, and a few people sitting on the bleachers. I saw Buddy start to walk up to the girls and me and heard footsteps on the bleachers and turned to look quickly seeing the gangs get up and start walking down. “Yes, I did Susan. I’m not going to vote for someone who does not want to change things for the better. Times are changing, and everyone deserves to have fun in their high school lives.” I told her calmly, turning back to look at her, ignoring all the looks we were getting. 

“What’s going on?” Buddy asks as he stood between Susan and me; I heard the footsteps from behind me stop a bit away, but still where they could hear the conversation-turned-argument. “They’re a traitor, is what’s happening. They didn’t vote for you!” Susan angrily told Buddy storming over to stand beside him, crossing her arms. “I’m not a traitor for voting for the person I think is doing the best for the school. Isn’t that what being president means?” I asked, confusedly looking between Susan and Buddy. “Yes, it is. Susan… It’s fine that they didn’t vote for me.” Buddy spoke agreeing with me before turning to Susan, softly placing a hand on her shoulder.

Susan stood there for a second thinking before she shook her head disagreeing with Buddy and me. “No! They knew why this was important for you, they knew that you were doing what you thought was best! They knew how much this meant to you, and to all the rest of us!” Susan said angrily, motioning her arm toward the rest of the socs as I rolled my eyes. “If this is how I’m going to be treated for voting for who I think is going to do what's best for this school and for all the students in it… Then I quit. You’ve just lost a cheerleader.” I glared at her before quickly heading towards the school with my head held high.

“___, wait!” I hear Rosemary and Dot call out to me. I just shook my head, not turning back. Once I entered the school I headed into the locker room to change quickly, looking down at the folded-up cheer uniform sitting on the bench with a sigh before exiting. 

When I walk out I'm met with Potato leaning on the wall outside the locker room, standing straight and coming by my side when he spotted me. “Hey…” I said looking down at the ground as I started to walk towards my locker. “Hey… Are you okay? That went by quickly out there.” He asks softly, taking my hand in his.

I looked at our hands with a slight shrug, “I don’t know… I just quit something I’ve been doing for years and lost the group of friends I hung around with the most. I’ve known and been friends with those people since the 3rd grade.” I spoke, upset that not only did my supposed friends turn on me for who I voted for, but I also quit the only elective I have only really known. I have so much more free time now which feels unnatural. “Hey, they turned on you without a second thought over something small. You did the right thing by standing your ground. They showed their true colors.” He told me as we walked up to my locker. He leaned his side onto the locker beside my own looking at me as I opened my locker bringing my bag off my shoulder and in front of me.

“I just have so much free time now, like during lunch periods and right after school. I haven’t had that free time in so long and I love having an extracurricular to do.” I responded, exchanging my books and putting my bag back into my locker, closing it and putting the lock back on. I leaned my side onto it and looked at him. “How about this? You come to hang out with the other T-Birds, the Pink Ladies, and I; and we can ask Cynthia about acting and things the drama club offers.” Potato offers with a small smile on his face, while I just look into his eyes with a hum thinking about his offer.

“But would the others even want me around? They don’t really take kindly to socs and I kinda was one for a bit.” I asked him, confused about how they would feel. “ Well they’d actually wanted to meet you personally since I told them we were dating, and they think you’re pretty cool for voting for who you wanted and not caring about the expectations put on you.” He pointed out reaching out to hold my hand softly, his thumb softly rubbing my knuckles. “Really? You’re not just saying that?” I ask softly with a sigh moving closer to him, and he moves to wrap his arm around my shoulder as we go to walk to the next class that we share. “ Yes, really! They know you mean a lot to me.” He told me glancing down at me, making me hum with a smile growing on my face. 

“Then I’ll come to hang out with everyone, they all seem like fun,” I said as we walked into class, heading to our desks. “Great, but I think tonight you and I are going to have a peaceful night, just us. Get a couple of milkshakes then go back to yours and watch movies together.” He suggested making me smile knowing that I’ll get the peaceful night with my boyfriend that I wanted. “Sounds amazing.” I smile before giving him a small kiss and sitting down, him sitting down in his seat with a huge smile on his face.

I’m glad to have Potato there for me, he knows how to make me feel better and make me comfortable. He cares, and he’s my safe place. 

Everyone's up to something

I found myself a-running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen hummin'

All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

#grease: rise of the pink ladies fics #the rise of the pink ladies x reader #potato x reader #t-bird x reader #grease rise of the pink ladies

[simping-ella]

Dating Richie Hcs

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-Richie was the one to ask you out after eyeing you for what seemed like forever.

-Always has his arm around your waist or your shoulders. Gotta let everyone know that your a T-Birds Girl.

-Gives you his jacket to show you off to everyone.

-Takes you on joy rides in Gil's car

-Dates at frosty's at least once a week

-Richie lets you (wants you) to sit in your lap all the time.

-Kisses you on the head,forehead and shoulder

-Sneaking into your room to stay the night

-Sneaking you into his room to stay the night (and getting caught cuddling by Olivia in the morning)

-Makeout seshes in the janitors closet

-Convincing Richie to let Gil ask out Olivia so you can go on cute double dates

-Being Olivia's support and helping her get over Mr Creep Man (forgot the teacher's name)

-Richie normally has a tough guy mask up but around you he is a total sweetheart.

-Says cute and naughty things in Spanish to you (and you being confused cause you don't speak Spanish)

-Helping him work out (I mean come on just look at him he gotta have a workout routine)

-Gifting you flowers and teddy bears (with Olivia's help on advice)

-Olivia teasing you about you and Richie's wedding and that she needs to be the maid of honour.

-He denies his love for you at first (on the inside) but he eventually realises how deeply in love he is with you.

-Dancing with his family and him admiring you.

#rise of the pink ladies x reader #richie x reader #rise of the pink ladies

[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.”

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“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.”

#guys ignore the repeated paragraphs around the cut. tumblr hates me #cynthia znudowski #cynthia zdunowski x reader #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies

[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.

#grease: rise of the pink ladies x reader #cynthia zdunowski x reader #cynthia zdunowski #grease: rise of the pink ladies #grease x reader #jane facciano #olivia valdovinos #nancy nakagawa #richie valdovinos #lgbt #lesbian #wlw #wlw x reader

[lovewheeler]

Give me Cynthia hcs or I'll burn down my house.

damn bitch your HOUSE? ok anyway uhhhh quick and dirty let’s go:

cynthia will never let you carry your own things. books, bags (shopping bags especially), etc etc. bold of you to ever believe she would be so cruel

speaking of never letting you do anything for yourself, she loves to cook for you! she learns new recipes and it’s honestly very sweet as she uses you as her “taste tester”

like not to dwell on this but please imagine cynthia cookin on the stove with a towel draped over her shoulder … some music playing … you come over and she cranes her neck to kiss you … yeah

calls you a lot of sweet nicknames “honey” “sweetpea”

don’t let this fool you though before you’re official she’s still the most nervous person on the planet. hiding behind walls and planters and pillars just to avoid you bc she’s scared

“cynthia i can see you you’re bigger than the pillar” “no i’m not and you can’t”

you getting along w the ladies (especially nancy) and the t birds is super important to her and once you do she feels as if she’s won the lottery

the type to come up behind you, hold you from behind and just kinda bury her head in your neck

gives you nerdy little gifts. lots of stuff she makes, stuff you’ve talked about when you didn’t even think she was paying attention. nothing big bc girl is broke but it means even more bc she tries <3

#love letters. #cynthia zdunowski x reader #cynthia zdunowski hcs #cynthia rotpl #cynthia rotpl x reader #rise of the pink ladies x reader

[aubeystawby]

— 🪡 olivia valdovinos x gn!reader

note(s): im soooooooo sooooo gay for this girl. when i tell you i was blushing giggling kciking my feet while writing this. sooo fluffy and self indulgent what can i say i love olivia so much. warning for making out but nothing more than that!!! (apart from one vaguely sexual joke). if anyone has any olivia requests send them in i beg!!!

Olivia's fingers glide deftly over your knuckles, your hand securely in hers as she all but inspects the freckles and curves on your skin. She's muttering quietly under her breath. Words never quite loud enough for your ear to catch, but just enough so that the hums float softly through the air and calm you; like the quiet background noise of a record slowly spinning into focus. It's comfortable.

The bubble the two of you have caught yourself in is strong, not even the sudden halting of her fingers' movement and her face looking up from your intertwined hands quite breaks it.

"What's this?" She asks, her thumb lightly smoothing over a small cut on your pointer finger.

You hum in response, Olivia — beneath the near-impenetrable calm demeanour she's lost in with you — seems at least a bit worried about the injury. But really the reason for the small scar is truly nothing to worry about.

"'Was sewing with Nancy."

There's a light chuckle as Olivia squeezes your hand in hers — the completely carefree air returning — and tilts her head playfully, a loving gaze swimming about her eyes.

"Nancy let you help her?"

This brings a small snort of you, the mere idea of Nancy letting anyone within ten feet of her artwork nothing more than a fantasy.

You shake your head loosely, "No, but we were in the same room, and we were both sewing."

Olivia's smile finds it's home on her face easily, her heels rocking back and forth absentmindedly and your intertwined hand being fiddled with slightly by hers.

"Though," You continue, "She did give me unsolicited advice every two seconds, which was really helpful," Light-hearted sarcasm evident in your voice as you grin back at Olivia, her good mood proving to be incredibly contagious.

"Let me guess," Olivia laughs softly along with you as her free hand finds it's way to rest gently around your waist, her voice growing to an even softer whisper as though she's some sort of siren coaxing you to sleep, "You told her off and she took the 'defiance' as an act of war?"

The growing warmth in your cheeks and stomach is forgotten for a moment as you giggle, your head finding it's way to briefly rest on Olivia's shoulder as you try to suppress any more giggles from bubbling up outside of you.

"Yeah," You answer once you've recomposed yourself enough to be able to lift your head to come face-to-face with her again, "She pulled the first punch too, stabbed a pin right through my finger."

Olivia winces theatrically — holding back a laugh — and lifts your injured hand up close to her face, making a show of examining it.

“And has our brave soldier recovered?”

The flurries of warmth in your stomach becomes a focus again as your hand sits delicately in hers, so close to her lips. She seems to notice this — and is having a lot of fun with it — and the smile on her face changes slightly, showing a new expression you can’t quite place.

A dramatised pout sits on your face as you shake your head and try to hold back a giggle.

"It still really hurts," You joke, "Maybe you could help with that..?"

A soft — knowing — smirk grows on her lips. Olivia's eyes meet yours, and it's like she's willing you to never look away as she ever-so-slowly moves your hand to meet her lips.

There's no way she doesn't know how flustered this is making you as she draws it out, the wait almost painful. You don't notice through the haze of gazing into her eyes, but she subtly bites her lip for a second to hold back a grin, her own heart beating heavily as she grows just as entranced as you.

You swear your heart stops beating when Olivia presses a soothing kiss to your finger, a small grin she's now unable to hold back on her face.

"Feeling better now?" She asks lightly. One would think that maybe her intentions had been purely innocent if it weren't for her small smirk and the slight sparkling in her eyes.

The two of you shift to stand slightly closer to each other as you tilt your head.

"I don't know... I think it still hurts a bit..."

"Really?"

You hum a 'yes', the two of you moving closer and closer as you talk.

"Well maybe something else might help.."

Olivia's head tilts and leans towards yours, and you meet her halfway.

Her lips are soft and slide smoothly over your own, her nose bumping softly against yours as you both move impossibly closer and closer. You swear you almost faint when you feel one hand wrap securely around you waist to pull you straight up against her and the other sit at the base of your neck, slowly moving down to fiddle with the hem of your collar.

Hums and small gasps leave both of your lips as you both meld together beautifully, her whole body pressed up against your own and your legs slotting together as if you were made for each other.

Olivia's hand that was on your waist a moment ago moves up and down your back as your hand on her shoulder moves down her arm just the same. A distant thought crosses your mind through the haze that you'll probably get smears of her lipstick stuck on your lips after this, but you really don't care about that, not when Olivia's lips are against yours and your chests are pressed together, quick heartbeats trying to burst out of your chests to meet the other.

Olivia bites your bottom lip with the slightest groan when your hand meets her wrist, eliciting a gasp from yourself. Your legs near-buckle, feeling less structurally sound than jelly as she moves your hand to rest on her chest, just above where the fabric of her dress begins, her warm skin meeting yours softly.

You can't help the pure joy flooding you as the two of you intertwine like this, a small bubble of sadness appearing when you two finally have to pull away to catch your breaths.

Olivia's grip on your waist loosens only slightly, her hand staying on your chest and yours still on hers as your mouths part.

The only noises in the room are your shared heartbeats and the quick breaths that get slower and slower as both your lungs fill again.

She looks beautiful like this — she always does of course — but specifically now; as her lipstick is slightly uneven and you can tell some in fact did rub off onto your own lips, as she's still undeniably entangled with you and makes no move to change that. She's heavenly.

"You're.." You pant slightly, muttering between breaths, "So pretty."

She goes to say something — by the bashful look in her eyes possibly a deflection or denial, or perhaps just a shy 'thank you' — but your continuation cuts her off.

"I could stay like this — with you — forever," Your voice even lighter than before as if you're in a dream-like state. It's true as well, you're not sure if you've ever felt quite so alive as you do with Olivia right now.

She shakes her head, an undeniable grin giving away that she feels the same.

"If you just kissed me all day you'd never get anything done."

You tilt your head and can't help the playful whisper of, "I'd get something done," from leaving your mouth, her growing grin mirroring your own.

She pushes lightly at your shoulders, but immediately moves closer to you again. Everything about this tells you she feels the same, especially as her head tilts ever-so-slightly and her hand on your chest moves to tug lightly at your collar again.

"Where were we?" You ask, the haze of being so close to her genuinely fogging up your memory of what you'd been doing prior.

She can't help but laugh lightly, "You got stabbed by Nancy."

"I did," You bite your lip to hold back a breathy laugh, your hand on her chest moving from tugging slightly on the neck of her dress to rest where her jaw meets her neck.

"Feeling better now?" She asks playfully, already knowing the answer.

"I think so," You hum, "But maybe just to make sure..."

You catch a quick glimpse of Olivia's grin as you swiftly get rid of the space between the two of you, your lips meeting once again.

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