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Title: Trick, and I'll treat you (right)
Prompt: Halloween costumes
Ship: Susan x Jane (Grease: Rise of the pink ladies)

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Prompt: Beach day
Ship: Cynthia x Lydia (Grease: Rise of the pink ladies)

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Title: The only one that needs to like me is you
Prompt: Comfort after a fight
Ship: Alice x Deb (Hatchetfield Series)

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Prompt: Dancing
Ship: Ted x Jenny (Hatchetfield Series)

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The sight Jane was met with as the bathroom door finally opened was nothing short of breathtaking, her heart immediately making a futile attempt to jump out of her chest and into the hands of the absolute goddess in front of her. The grumpy pout Susan was wearing told a whole other story though, as she picked away at the white satin dress she was wearing, the white fluorescent bathroom lights almost making her glow against the dark sky outside.

‘‘It looks bad.’’

Her voice was barely anything more than an exaggerated whine, and even Jane–who’d known this girl basically her whole life–struggled to catch what she’d said. Once it dawned on her, though, her jaw dropped so hard she was surprised it didn’t dislocate on the spot.

‘‘Excuse me? I think you’re the hottest statue of Liberty Rydell has ever seen.’’

‘‘You’re just saying that.’’

‘‘Am not.’’

‘‘Are too. You’re my girlfriend–you’re biased.’’

‘‘That doesn’t make it any less true.’’

Any further protest that was undoubtedly about to come out of Susan’s mouth was quickly silenced when Jane pressed her lips against hers tenderly, having bridged the short length of the room while talking, her hands having found purchase on her girlfriend’s hips.

‘‘What the hell are you wearing anyways?’’

A beat of silence fell as Jane looked down at her–pretty mundane–shirt and jeans, not really an outfit suited for halloween. Especially not in comparison to the long, white dress that hugged Susan’s curves like it was custom made to her–hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if it was, knowing her mom. A white sash adorned with golden stars draped delicately over her shoulders, a gorgeous crown balanced on her blonde hair, which Jane just spent hours curling into shape, her fake torch thrown recklessly onto the bed earlier.

‘‘Nance made me a werewolf mask.. And paws. I think that’s all I’m gonna be wearing.’’

A beat of tense silence fell at the mention of her other friends, Susan involuntarily tensing underneath Jane’s touch.

‘‘You know you’re allowed to come with us-’’

‘‘And have to endure Olivia trying to murder me the entire time? No thanks, I think I’ll pass.’’

Her first instinct was to object, to try and change her mind, but she’d done that countless times before, without any success. So instead, her hand moved up to cup her face, and her heart melted at the way that her girlfriend nuzzled into it, as she’d done countless times before. She closed her eyes, letting her heart guide her lips to her girlfriend’s again–where they belonged. 

She didn’t know how long they stood there, in the doorway, enjoying each other’s presence with giggles between each and every kiss, just acting like stupid teenagers in love, the way everyone around them was acting. The way they couldn’t. Not always. Not outside. But right here, right now, they could. Because Susan’s room was safe, and secure, and while the walls have ears, they don’t have mouths, so there was no one around to spill their secrets, the wallpaper forced to take in the whispered compliments and the soft hands and to hold them forever.

‘‘I don’t wanna go’’

The admission was so quiet that it had almost been lost to the walls too, almost disappearing just as soon as those words left her mouth. But Jane heard–because Jane heard everything when it came to her girlfriend, even the things she didn’t say out loud. 

‘‘How about we stay here? Just the two of us. We can watch a horror movie?’’

‘‘God no.’’

‘‘..yeah you’re right, maybe not.’’

A giggle escaped them at the same time, followed by another gentle kiss, and another and another, and then just one more, until neither of them could be bothered to count anymore. And as the world outside raced on by, with parties, trick or treaters and mischievous teens, in that room, in that house on the corner of the street, time seemed to stand still, the two girls comfortably lost in each other’s presence, without any words needed. Susan’s crown drooped sideways, and Jane fixed it, softly, tenderly, in an attempt to showcase her love without words, because words were never enough to describe her feelings. Only these moments could.

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It wasn’t that she didn’t like the beach–though maybe that was part of it too–She just didn’t like the people. Or, more specifically, people seeing her in a bathing suit. She wasn’t insecure about her body or anything–at least, not really. But something about people seeing her so exposed made her want to lock herself in her room and never come out, which is why she’d politely–and sometimes not so politely–declined every time Lydia suggested to take her to the beach. Except for today, apparently. Lydia hadn’t given her any instructions–just told her to pick her up at four and to wear something comfortable. Now she wasn’t one to deny her girlfriend anything, so at four thirty she rolled up to her driveway with her motorcycle, Lydia already waiting for her impatiently. She had a big bag clutched in her arm and wore an annoyed frown on her face.

‘‘You’re late’’

‘‘Am I ever not?’’

Lydia huffed and rolled her eyes, but leaned in nonetheless when Cynthia placed a peck on her cheek, reluctantly getting onto Cynthia’s bike, precariously wrapping her arm around her waist, the other arm clutching the bag.

‘‘I still don’t trust this wacky thing.’’

‘‘When have I ever crashed this thing? Hey- no, that didn’t count, I didn’t see that squirrel!’’

She objected defensively as she caught her girlfriend’s deadpan eyes in the mirror. Her hands flew up in surrender, a loving smile cracking her lips as she felt Lydia smile against her shoulder, kicking up the stand and taking off. Over the roar of the motor, she called out to the girl clutching onto her for dear life.

‘‘Where to??’’

‘‘Just follow my directions!!’’

Something about that made unease pool in her stomach, churning uncomfortably. But, ultimately, she trusted her girlfriend. They took a right, off the main road onto a sandway, dirt and pebbles kicking up as they sped over it. They kept making more turns, deeper and deeper into the forest, the road getting smaller with each corner. At some point, it got so tight that they had to get off the motor, walking side by side as Cynthia pushed the motorcycle over the protruding rocks and roots, Lydia’s hand comfortably settled in the butches back pocket, now that no one could see them.

‘‘Are you sure this is the right way?’’

‘‘I go here all the time, trust me, I know where we’re going.’’

She wasn’t wrong, just a few minutes later they finally stumbled across a clearing, looking out over the beach, and the sea. Her hands involuntarily tightened around the handles of the motorcycle, her heartbeat steadily increasing as she realised what would be expected of her now–she didn’t even bring her bathing suit.

‘‘Oh hell no.’’

She spun on her heels after putting away her bike, fully planning on just walking back the way they came, but the soft grasp of Lydia’s hand around her wrist made her halt, and reluctantly turn back around, meeting the soft, caring eyes of her girlfriend, slightly wrinkled by the gentle smile that appeared on her face.

‘‘Please?’’

‘‘You know I don’t like the beach’’

‘‘You don’t like the people...’’

Her gentle smile turned into something more akin to a smirk, her hands sliding around Cynthia’s body and settling in her back pockets again, her mouth softly pressing against the nape of her neck.

‘‘...there’s no people here.’’

An eye roll, followed by a reluctant agreeing grumble, causing Lydia to smile against her neck, which never failed to make her weak in the knees. She still wasn’t too sure about all this, not too confident that she’d actually enjoy this, but as soon as Lydia pulled her sundress over her head to reveal her dark maroon bathing suit, she quickly forgot why she didn’t like the beach in the first place.

‘‘You’re staring.’’

‘‘..Sorry’’

‘‘Last one to the water is a loser!’’

And with that, her girlfriend ran off, leaving Cynthia to scramble to get out off her pants, deciding to leave her t-shirt on as she quickly followed her to the water, sand kicking up behind her as she jumped at her girlfriend, sending them both tumbling into the waves, the water dancing over their heads as they came up for air, laughing and spitting the salt out of their mouths. Just when she thought that Lydia couldn’t get prettier, she opened her eyes to her girlfriend sitting in the water, leaning back on her hands, her wet hair already starting to curl at the edges. She decided then that that was her favorite view from now on, trying to commit the sight to memory.

In her distraction, though, Lydia lunged forward, pushing her girlfriend over and under the waves again, leaving her sputtering and coughing as she came up from the water, flipping her off as she brushed her hair from her eyes, glaring at her with angry eyes.

‘‘Bitch’’

‘‘It’s called a beach sweetheart’’

‘‘Fuck off’’

There was no malice to her voice however, a snicker noticeable in her words as she splashed her, only to get a wave of water in her direction in return. Soon enough, they were engaged in a full on tournament, both of them splashing and yelling, trying to get the other’s head under the waves.

‘‘That was a horrible dad joke!’’

‘‘I learn from the best!’’

Another wave of water was sent Lydia’s way, their laughter carrying across the sea, disappearing into the horizon, colored pink by the light of the setting sun, illuminating both their faces as they waded through the water.

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The door to her room opened, too slowly to be her mom or dad. Still, she–very badly–hid the joint she was smoking behind her back, just in case. The sight she was met with was a very clearly distressed Alice. Her girlfriend’s eyes were red-rimmed and stubbornly focussed on the floor, and she was clutching onto her pink cardigan tightly, her knuckles white from the death grip she had on the fabric. Deb got up from her window, weed long forgotten as she crossed her room in just a few big steps. As soon as her hands found their spot on Alice’s cheeks, gently tilting her head up to make eye contact, her big brown eyes welled up with tears, her lip trembling as they started rolling down her cheeks in quick succession. Deb–though half stoned now–wasted no time in wrapping her arms around her girlfriend tightly, feeling her hands let go of the cardigan and fisting into Deb’s flannel instead.

‘‘I just wished he’d like you…’’

She didn’t need to clarify more–this wasn’t a rare occurrence. Deb tightened her arms around Alice–whether out of annoyance or reassurance, she didn’t even know. Bill Woodward had made it very clear in the past that he didn’t exactly approve of her, and while she tried, she knew that he’d never fully grow to like her, too stuck in his mindset that she was a rude, sleazy, cheating stoner. Which–sure, she smoked weed, and she was slacking off more often than not. And maybe she could come across as rude a lot, but she was no cheater. Not when her entire world fit so neatly in her palms. 

She gently guided her over to the bed, sitting down and letting Alice cry into her chest as she leaned against the headboard. The position was far from comfortable, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. All that mattered was her girlfriend, her hand gently threading through her soft brown locks, lightly scratching over her scalp in the way she knew Alice loved. Today was no exception, a content mumble escaping her as her sobs slowly subsided, leaving her hiccuping with the aftershocks of her crying. She pressed a kiss to the top of her head, murmuring soft reassurances to help calm down the trembling femme in her arms.

‘‘How’s that play that you’ve been writing going?’’

Talking about her plays was always something that managed to cheer Alice right up, a small smile forming against the skin of her girlfriend’s neck as she adjusted her head to talk better, closing her eyes for a moment to just take in their closeness before she spoke.

‘‘I got it. I got the scholarship’’

Her mouth split into a bright grin as she nearly glowed with the fact that she’d gotten into her college of choice–with something that she'd created herself. Taking Deb’s hand in her own, she gently toyed with her fingers as she started talking about the story she had in mind for the play–characters, plot twists, everything. Another genuine smile appeared on her face as she felt her girlfriend’s arms around her tighten for just a fraction of a second, relishing in the fluttery feeling that settled in her stomach. The bliss was short lived, though, as a buzz from her phone cut through the room. She reluctantly pulled it out, the notification reading as a text from her dad. She didn’t even bother to open it, flinging her phone further onto Deb's bed, out of her reach. Her brows furrowed, cheeks puffing out in the way they always did when she was annoyed at something. Deb grinned, lopsided, as she poked at her cheek, laughing at the air that escaped from Alice’s mouth, causing the other girl to eventually laugh along as well.

‘‘What’s the matter, gorgeous?’’

‘‘I just- I don’t get why he doesn’t like you. I know I do, shouldn’t that be reason enough for him to at least attempt to get to know you? I want him to like you. It’s important. He’s… he’s my dad, after all. It’s not like I can really talk about this sorta stuff with mom..’’

‘‘Listen, Al. Who gives a shit what other people think about us– about you?’’

‘‘Me.’’

That managed to pull a chuckle out of Deb, although just barely, as she moved sideways to face Alice, her hands once more cupping her cheeks, those brown eyes looking at her full of love and worry. With a soft sigh, she gently rubbed her cheek with her thumb in a–what she hoped was a–reassuring way.

‘‘Look– All that matters is.. Are you happy?’’

‘‘More than ever...’’

‘‘Well then who cares what other people think? The only person who has to like me is you. You do like me, right?’’

Alice just rolled her eyes, playfully elbowing her in her side as she wrapped her arms back around her girlfriend’s waist, leaning her chin against her shoulder. As she looked up at her, she whispered a soft, but heartfelt ‘I love you’ into her ear, followed by her leaning up to gently capture Deb’s lips with her own, smiling against the familiar feeling.

Somewhere behind her, she could hear her phone buzz again, but she ignored it. Her dad could wait. Right now, she was content just laying in the arms of her ‘rude, sleazy, cheating stoner girlfriend.’

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He’d done it. He didn’t know how he’d done it- but somehow he did. He couldn’t seem to wipe that stupid grin off his face every time he made eye contact with the woman in front of him as they swayed to the slow beat. Jenny was nothing short of breathtaking, her copper hair twisted in a beautiful messy updo, adorned with a headpiece of white flowers, complementing her gorgeous wedding dress. But the best thing about her was the way she was smiling at him, with all the love in the world written on her face. Just for once, he felt like he was worth something.

For the first time, Theadore Spankoffski felt like he belonged.

Jenny took his hands, placing them on her hips as she placed her own onto his shoulders, still smiling at him lovingly, a smitten look in both their eyes.

‘‘God you fucking suck at dancing.. Let me lead.’’

He usually couldn't stand belittlement, but this was different. This was Jenny, and Jenny was the exception to a lot of things. Jenny was the exception to all that he stood for. 

‘‘You did the right thing, Teddy’’

‘‘What?’’

She didn’t reply, just looked at him with that reassuring smile, her eyes unblinking as she rubbed his shoulders in a gentle way, swaying with him to the gentle beat of the song, softly singing along with the lyrics.

‘‘Keep dancing–It’s our song’’

The smile she was wearing still hadn’t faltered, her hand moving to his hair, gently ruffling it as she pressed herself up against him, her arm sliding around his waist to hold him in place. Around them, the party seemed to die down, the lights dimming all around, although Ted couldn’t quite figure out if it was a trick his mind was playing, or because he was just so focussed on the woman in front of him that everything else seemed to fade away.

‘‘They’re watching us, Teddy. Isn’t that so sweet? They’re all watching us’’

Something akin to a ripple in water crossed his vision. Once he was able to blink it away, he found the eyes of all the guests on him, following their every move. Jenny didn’t seem to notice anything–her face still adorned with that bright smile, getting bigger by the minute, it seemed. A growing sense of dread filled Ted, starting at his feet and slowly working its way up until it completely engulfed him, closing up his throat with panic. Around them, the music screeched and looped, like a broken record forced to continue spinning.

‘‘Don’t stop dancing.’’

A head–splitting feeling of deja-vu overwhelmed him suddenly, every fiber in his body alert now. He looked around him, panicked, before reluctantly meeting Jenny’s eyes again. But the face that once belonged to the love of his life, now held something strangely uncanny, her eyes unblinking, her smile inhumanely wide.

‘‘You did the wrong thing, Teddy’’

Her smile suddenly dropped, and she glared at him, an angry, almost crazy look in her eyes, a menacing laugh tearing from her throat. What was left of the stuttering music cut out, leaving the two of them in an empty venue, surrounded by nothing but flickering lights, getting dimmer by the second.

‘‘You’re the reason I’m dead, Teddy–bear’’

Slowly, her face started to morph into something strange, something no longer human. An angry goat-eyed head stared back at him, smiling with a mad glint in his eyes. Ted screamed in agony and in fear, as it dawned on him what was happening, his hands trembling with terror.

‘‘Come here Teddy–bear.. Playtime is over…’’

The looming entity giggled menacingly, as Ted felt himself being pulled away by an invisible force, pulling at his waist no matter how he tried to fight it, how much he tried to cling onto the hallucination of Jenny. A snap, and everything went dark, spare for a yellow glowing cube slowly rotating beneath him. Looking closely, he could barely make out the shape of moving people within the floating structure. Another snap, and he found himself plummeting towards it, the blinding light soon taking over all of his vision.

‘‘It’s the Bastard’s Box for you, you little bastard!’’

Another menacing giggle as the entity shook the little box that fit neatly into his palm, admiring the terrified Teds inside of it before waddling back off into the darkness with glee.