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#also ik u mentioned marcy but y'know me.. sashanne is constantly on my mind
waybrights · 2 years
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I wish. that you would write a fic where. Sasha gets her wisdom teeth out and Marcy/Anne are shocked by how affectionate and emotional she gets when she’s high on pain meds :) (if you’re so inclined)
anne had only seen sasha cry twice in her life: once when they were five and sasha's mom had got up and left halfway through the night, leaving nothing but a note and whatever she couldn't fit into the two suitcases she'd taken with her, anne remembered how sasha had cried for hours, clinging to anne's mom's jumper as she sobbed and cursed and hit until she fell asleep on the couch, her eyes red and cheeks wet; the second time had been at the tower, anne holding onto sasha's sweaty hand for dear life, hoping, praying that she could pull them both up and over, that she could save them, only for her dreams to be shattered by the six words anne would never forget (maybe you're better off without me), she hadn't sobbed then, she didn't scream or curse or hit, she just teared up and whispered what they'd both thought would be her final words before letting go an falling to certain doom.
she wouldn't say they were happy experiences.
sasha didn't cry unless something awful had happened, that was one of the first facts she'd ever learned about her friend: sasha never cried. then again, anne had never sat with sasha after she'd been given pain meds.
"annie," sasha sniffled, wrapping her arms tighter around anne's waist. "where's marcy?" she asked, her voice wavering as though she'd just got some awful news.
"she's at home, sash," anne replied, looking up from the book she was trying to read to smile at her friend. as she spoke, the tiny smile on sasha's face dropped, curving into a pout anne hadn't seen since they were six.
"what? but this is home," she whispered, her bottom lip beginning to wobble. those blue eyes that anne loved so much began to cloud over as tears pooled by her eyelashes.
she was going to cry.
holy shit sasha was going to cry.
anne had been through a lot, she'd gone through a war, having to fight her best friends multiple times, have one of those friends die in her arms only to come back a minute later, she had powers that made her hair turn blue, she'd killed an overgrown newt with her bare hands, and yet, the sight of sasha sitting there with tears in her eyes brought on a sense of panic anne hadn't felt before.
"hey, hey, don't cry, sash," she mumbled, putting her book on the side of the couch and cupping sasha's cheeks gently in her palms, "this is my house, remember? marcy doesn't live here."
anne had about a seconds warning before the tears started to fall and sasha delved into sobs, such loud, heaving sobs full of overwhelming sadness, it had woken up domino from where she'd been sleeping. "why not?" sasha cried, her hands reaching up to grip the strings of anne's hoodie. "why doesn't she live here?"
you don't live here, anne wanted to say, though she stopped herself when sasha fell forward, her face pressed into anne's chest as she sobbed. "she does, sash," anne mumbled, running her hands through the blonde's tangled hair, "she's just not here right now."
"but you said," she wailed, tugging at the strings so anne's hood was bunched up around her neck.
"i know, i know," she soothed, struggling to keep the small smile off her face at the warmth she felt at sasha's closeness. "but i forgot, sash, she'll be back soon. promise."
"i miss her," she said, pulling herself closer until she was almost in anne's lap. moving her head to bury it into the crook of anne's neck, sasha's tears felt hot on anne's skin. she didn't push her away though, instead opting to revel in the rare warmth she received from sasha.
with one hand still in sasha's hair, anne reached behind to pull her phone out of her pocket. it didn't take her long to pull up marcy's number and send her a few texts asking (more so begging) marcy to come round as fast as she possibly could, but in the time sasha seemed to have calmed down.
when her phone pinged with a reply, sasha's sobs were starting to quiet, though the tears hadn't stopped falling and had formed a puddle on the shoulder of anne's favourite hoodie.
with the promise that marcy was on her way, anne put her phone down and ran her thumb over sasha's cheeks to wipe away the tears before they dripped onto her.
"miss you too, annie," she whispered after her sobs had died into small hiccups. "all the time when i'm not here."
"yeah?"
"mhm," she nodded and anne felt her move as she turned her teary eyes to anne's face. "think 'm in love with you."
it wasn't often anne felt her heart stop in her chest. it felt wrong, the ceasing of the pumping of her heart, her blood simply freezing in her veins as the girl next to her says five words she won't even remember come morning, only for it to start again a moment later, speeding up as it tried to catch up with its precious lost time. anne's thoughts ran doubly fast as she tried to process what sasha had just said.
love.
in love with you.
there was a time anne wouldn't have listened and instead passed it off as another ploy, another lie to get her on sasha's side. she didn't think that then, with sasha pressed so closely, her warmth radiating through every cell in anne's body, she didn't think it was anything more than the truth. something sasha had tried so hard to conceal, now out in the open for everyone to see.
she didn't really have to think about her response, the words already falling out of her mouth before she'd fully come to terms with what sasha had said.
"i love you too, sash."
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