#skibs scribbles

[tlvangelsm]

Hohohohohohohoho here it is!!!! :D

“Sasha?”

The blonde tensed, there was no way. How would she be here?

She literally couldn’t be.

But it sounded like her, a little different, but it was her. Was it even real? Did she want to turn around and find out? Could she risk her not really being here?

Did she want her here?

“Sasha.”

That was closer.

Before she could regret it, Sasha swiveled on her feet.

And there she was.

Standing with an indifferent look on her face, one that didn’t look natural. She shouldn’t look like that. But did she really have any say anymore?

Did she deserve to be part of her life?

Still, Sasha’s shoulders dropped as her spine tensed, her heart hammering as she let out a small breathy, “Anne…”

Her best friend

Her friend

Her heart

Her Anne

Anne launched forward. Sasha flinched but didn’t do anything to defend herself. Just shut her eyes and turned away, she’d take any hit from Anne.

She deserved anything Anne did and more.

But instead of a kick or punch, she felt arms wrap around her.

Sasha tensed more, waiting for Anne to body slam her.

Or headbutt her.

Something.

Anything.

But it never came.

Sasha slowly opened her eyes. Anne’s head was resting on her shoulder, but it was nothing more than a hug.

A tight hug, but a hug.

“Anne?”

Anne didn’t respond, just hugged her tighter.

She wasn’t going to hurt her? Even after everything she did, she wasn’t going to hit her?

No punishment?

No payback?

No revenge?

No… anything?

Anne mumbled something.

Shit.

Was she going to hurt her verbally instead?

Would it be a good idea to ask her to repeat herself?

Holy shit.

Her heart was hammering against her rib cage and she wasn’t even hugging back or doing anything.

Was she supposed to be doing something?

What could she do?

Was there a chance to be on good terms again?

She messed up badly, how could she come back from that?

Anne squeezed her again for a sec, to call Sasha back.

The blonde took a shaky breath, still too scared to move, “What did you say?”

Sasha watched Anne burrow a bit deeper against her.

Her breath hitched.

“I’m so happy you’re okay.”

She… was happy… she was… okay?

Sasha’s shoulders began to shake as she finally hugged back, dropping her head against Anne’s shoulder.

She didn’t deserve her.

She never did.

But this time she would protect Anne.

She wouldn’t hurt her again.

She’d keep her safe.

Better than she could Marcy.

She’d protect their heart, for herself and Marcy.

She didn’t deserve any of this.

Either of them.

But…

Anne still came back.

Sasha’s voice cracked, failing to wrestle down a sob, “Thank you.”

ANNE CAME BACK AKEUDJ SHE CAME BACK EVEN AFTER EVERYTHING 😭😭😭

[pensandpencil]

Hey remember that drabble u asked for forever ago??? Well here it is, my only warning is I didn’t edit :D

Marcy didn’t fight as Yunan and Olivia carried her out of the room. They had just defeated the eyes projecting their worst nightmares, something Marcy knew was happening but still struggled to beat. It took help from Olivia and Yunan, she always seemed to be needing help these days.

The pair of newts were carrying her as they exited the room, Olivia mumbling in a soft tone, “All right, up and at ‘em. Here we go—”

A hand flew out of the tunnel they were heading towards, slamming into all of them. Marcy crashed against the floor hard, the newts grunting as Marcy yelped. She sat up but didn’t get a chance to process the pain she was in, not as Andrias walked in.

“Leaving so soon?” His voice sent a shiver down her spine, “But we have so much to discuss.”

Marcy’s mouth fell open, there he was. And with the eyes all destroyed, she couldn’t even convince herself that it was just a projection. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. The last time she was in a room with him, outside of a tank, she was getting stabbed.

“But how did you—”

“Simple.” Andrias cut off Lady Olivia, “We’ve been watching you the whole time.”

Marcy looked up at his crown, an orange eye opening, one that looked just like the one on her chest. Before any of the three could respond a whirring could be heard, like the sound effect for a machine.

Marcy turned around. Her confusion quickly turned into horror as several long spindly limbs came down. Sort of like Doc Ock’s arms in Spider-man. Only for the rest of it to lower, a creature that was a huge circle, that had about seven orange eyes. It had cables that connected it to some unseen part of the roof.

So, not like Doc Ock after all…

It let out this terrible shrieking noise.

Marcy’s hands slammed over her ears, teeth gritting, as its shriek made the whole room shake. But just as soon as it started, it fell silent.

“What the heck is that?”

Marcy’s only response was one of the arms shooting out towards her face.

Oh fr—

Before she could do anything the clawed hand crashed into her face, holding onto her tight as the force knocked her back.

Marcy screamed.

Unbothered, the machine launched her towards it. Olivia and Yunan shouted her name, but she was moving too fast to do anything. Before she knew it, she was slammed down on a chair and restrained by her ankles and wrists.

In the back of her mind she noted that it must’ve appeared from the floor, since it wasn’t there before.

What she was most focused on was trying to get out.

“Behold!” Andrias began, “Our ultimate creation.”

Marcy grunted as she tugged on her arms, none of the restraints were budging.

“A collection of Amphibia’s greatest minds, preserved for all eternity.”

She couldn’t get out.

“What are you doing, Andrias?” Olivia demanded.

Nothing she was doing was working.

“Stop it, you maniac!” Yunan commanded.

She wasn’t strong enough.

“Studying the Mossman improved our medical technology.”

She never would be.

“But it wasn’t until we met the Shadowfish that we truly learned to conquer death,”

This wasn’t working.

“and thus, the core was born.”

None of her plans worked.

Marcy grunted one more time as she pulled on her arm. She had to get out! Make things right! But Andrias was in the way, he always was!

“Let me go!” Marcy shouted, not bothering to hide the anger creeping in her voice.

Andrias hardly looked interested in her, “I wish I could.” His tone deepend, “But my lord craves a host.” The King turned to the side, raising a hand as he spoke, “And it wanted the best, the smartest,” Andrias turned back to look at her, a glare on his face, “the only one who could beat me at Flipwart.”

Marcy felt the blood drain from her face, eyes widening, as she let out a small gasp.

No.

No no no nonononononononono.

Over a game?

Andrais’ voice came out softer, “Honestly, Marcy? I like you” He bent closer to her, smiling at her, “Always have.”

Marcy could hardly feel herself breathe as Andrias kept speaking, the smile never leaving his face. Was this how she sounded to Sasha and Anne?

Trying to get them to see her side, like some maniac?

“I begged the core to consider an alternative host,” the King’s tone darkened, smile dropping from his face, “but alas.”

What?

Not alas!

Alas made it sound so off hand! She was about to be possessed and he’s making it sound like no big deal!

Cables shot out from the pedestal the chair was on, connecting to different points of the suit she had on.

“What?” Marcy’s voice came as a whisper, before she started panicking, “What is this?”

Something opened up above her.

“Huh?”

Slowly a helmet began lowering. Marcy didn't even take the chance to look at it, opting on trying to break out.

But she couldn’t.

She started letting out whimpers.

Not even in a panic could she free herself.

Olvia and Yunan shouted at her, but neither moved closer.

Marcy sent a glance at Andrias, the King turning away.

Just as the helmet moved closer Marcy leaned as far as she could to the right.

And it couldn’t be put on.

Was….

Was it really that easy?

She braced herself for the helmet to turn, to launch at her head, because surely they had considered the odds that someone would just lean really far.

The creature behind her shrieked, getting Andrias’ attention.

Apparently they hadn’t.

Marcy took the chance to struggle more as Andrias knocked Olivia and Yunan aside, striding over to her.

She had to get out before he got there.

But again, she couldn’t.

The King looked down at her, a sad look in his eyes as the helmet raised a good way up and stayed up there.

For a moment she thought the King was going to let her go.

But then he put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing tight.

And she knew.

She knew.

He was there to hold her in place.

“Andrias?” Marcy’s voice cracked, she could feel tears gathering in her eyes, “Please. Please don’t do this!”

The King ignored her, slowly moving her back into place.

Marcy started wrestling her shoulders out of his grasp, grunting as he just kept moving her, “Don’t do this! I’m sorry! Please! Don’t!”

Andrias continued, face becoming sadder as he turned away. Finally putting her back in line with the helmet.

“Andrias, please!” Marcy’s voice cracked as she looked at the helmet beginning to lower again, anger winning for a second, “STOP!”

The King grimaced, as if her shouts were hurting him.

Good.

“LOOK AT ME THEN!!” Marcy shouted, ignoring the tears running down her face, “LOOK AT WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO DO!”

The helmet got closer.

“ANDRIAS! DON’T! PLEASE!”

The helmet was just about on her head now.

“LOOK ME IN THE EYE!!”

The helmet came on.

And she screamed.

OMG THIS IS SOOO GOOOOD AND SO PAINFUL I CANTTTTT

YOU TOOK MY BROKEN HEART AND YOU SHREDDED IT AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT

You made this scene 1000000x more painful and its amazing, having Andrias hold her down made it even sadder

[maritasdump]

I follow u cuz ur so FUCKING COOL AND TALENTED AND AN ABSOLUTE JOY TO HAVE in class ON THE DASH :D

[iersei]

70!! 81!! 94!!

70. left or right handed?

i'm right-handed!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies!

94. favorite season?

i like autumn! it's cold enough to not be judged for wearing sweaters all the time, but not so unbearably cold that i will hate the world if i have to leave my blanket. and i love the leaves (so crunchy and so pretty) ! plus, my birthday falls around that time :D

[tlvangelsm]

I wish u would write a fic where the girls in ur sats au announce to the fans that they have left Andrias. I mean that’s a lot of spoilers so u don’t gotta but I think abt this a lot XD

sats au sats aU SATS AU SATS AU!!!!!! and yes this is spoilery but its not like the big fic is going to happen so i dont mind posting this!!! nothing but fluff i promise hehehe hope u all enjoy!!!

The three of them crowd around Marcy’s laptop, bodies pressed together as they watch the screen, three pairs of eyes scanning the paragraph Anne had written. “Is it too much?” Anne asks, breaking the silence and pulling her eyes away from the screen, her worried eyes flitting between her two girlfriends.

“What? No, I think it’s great,” Sasha replies, a smile tugging at her lips, “I like the part about how we decided it would be best after ‘many medical scares’, it adds a flare PR wouldn’t bother with-”

“Sasha,” Anne groans, throwing her head back, “Will you take this seriously?”

“I am!” She turns to Marcy, prodding her shoulder, “Aren’t I being serious about this Mars?”

“Mhm,” Marcy hums, not taking her eyes off the document. With another prod, she turns to look at Sasha, dropping her forehead onto her hand. “Yes, Sasha, you’re taking this so seriously.”

A triumphant grin lit up her face at the agreement. “See!”

Anne rolls her eyes playfully and turns back to the computer, pressing her chest to Marcy’s back. “So… should we post it?”

The three of them stare at the screen again, hearts hammering in a tune none heard, but all three felt.

“Yeah,” Sasha lets out a sigh, pushing up from the table. “There’s nothing else to say, is there? We dropped him, and all our reasons are there without giving too much detail, they know we’re safe and okay. Staring at it isn’t going to miraculously make something else appear.”

Dropping her head onto Marcy’s, Anne hums. “Okay, yeah Mar-mar, you can post it.”

“You sure?” she asks, her pulse in her finger that hovers over the mouse, just a click away from posting what could be the biggest announcement of their career. If they post it, everything would be revealed and so many questions would be asked (ones they wouldn’t be able to answer, either by law or for personal reasons), they’d never been the best with intrusive questions before, she didn’t want to think about how bad it could get after this.

But they had to, they all knew that. They wouldn’t be able to ignore it forever, not when Andrias could come out with anything at any moment, spinning the story on its head to make them look like the bad guys. Besides, the fans had started to worry, even going as far as to pull a lie out of their ass’ just to get a reaction.

“Sure as we can be,” Anne replies, placing her hand on top of Marcy’s, her finger dropping ever closer to the mouse. “Come on, Sash, we have to click it together,” and marcy could just hear the grin as she spoke.

There was a huff, followed by a grumble and then a warmth on her right, Sasha’s breath in her ear as she leans over to place her hand on top of Anne’s, her thumb latching between her’s and Marcy’s, a tingling sensation running through her hand as Sasha rubs circles into the gap between her thumb and index. “This good enough for you, Annie?”

There’s the sound of lips on skin, followed quickly by a gasp and Anne’s loud cackle as she pulls away. “You’re so gross, Annie,” Sasha grumbles, the warmth leaving Marcy’s side for a second as she wipes her cheek, muttering under her breath as she went.

“I didn’t do anything-”

“You licked me!” Sasha cries, her hand dramatically falling onto Marcy’s shoulder. “What if I catch something and can’t play at our next show?”

“God, you are so dramatic,” Anne laughs, pressing ever closer to Marcy.

“I’ll get you back for that, Boonchuy… Just you wait…” Sasha hisses, though her voice holds no anger. It makes Marcy smile, the way they can fight with each other but it never amounting to anything more than a kiss on the cheek as an apology, it’s so different to what they used to be like, gone where the days of shouting matches across an empty stadium, loud slams of doors and muffled sobs carrying long into the night, Marcy didn’t have to play mediator anymore, acting like a rope the two could tug on any time they got in a fight. It was nice to just sit and let it wash over her, their voices containing nothing but playful competition.

“Sure you will, love,” she replies, returning her chin to its place in Marcy’s hair. “Now, back to the matter at hand-”

“I think my health is more important-”

“Sasha, just put your hand on mine and stop complaining,” Anne says, her voice firm but kind.

“Gee, yes ma’am,” Sasha grumbles, once again placing her hand on top of Anne’s and causing Marcy’s finger to dip dangerously close to the button that could potentially change their lives.

“Okay,” Marcy says, flicking her gaze from the screen to their hands and back again. “On three.”

“Sasha, you should count because you’re the leader.”

“What? No, I'm…” a sigh. “Alright fine, but if this goes badly it’s not my faul-”

“Sasha!”

“Sorry,” she snorts, then clears her throat and marcy knows that she is finally being serious about it. “Okay, three-”

A force presses Marcy’s finger down and a tiny click echoes through the room. The screen flashes and suddenly the ‘edit post’ screen is gone, now replaced with the band’s official Twitter page, the post up and already being liked.

“What the fuck?”

“We said on three?” Anne shouts and Marcy can’t help but bark out a laugh.

“But I always count down, remember? Three, two, one! It’s my thing!”

“But we said on three!”

“Marcy-” their voices mingle, creating one high pitched cry of her name.

Turning to face them, she can’t hold back her giggles anymore as she watches the two of them glare at each other, poorly contained smiles on their faces. “We did say on three, Sashy.”

Sasha gasps, her jaw falling to the floor. “You traitor!” Sasha shouts, her eyes gleaming in a way Marcy hasn’t seen for a while.

“Uh oh, Marbles, you made her mad,” Anne snickers, eyes flitting between the pair, a huge grin on her face.

Shit.

Marcy had a three second head start, only reaching the couch before arms wrapped around her waist and she was tugged down onto the couch, effectively trapped under Sasha, unable to do much more than accept the sloppy kiss, a grin stretching across her face as Sasha giggles.

Maybe their world would change, but Marcy didn’t care about that, not when Sasha looked so happy.

[tlvangelsm]

Okay okay okay I wish you would write another scene for the Runaway au. It can be angst or fluff or whatever but more Sasha and Marcy please :)

hehehe giving me the choice between angst and fluff could only result in hurt w a sprinkle of comfort at the end <333 anyways!!! runaways au my beloved!!! (also once again this is unedited but i rlly enjoyed writing this so i dont think there are a ton of mistakes hehe)

stupid. they were so, so, fucking stupid.

sasha didn't even know why she agreed, it had seemed like such a great idea at the time, standing next to the swing set, their swing set, marcy's shaking hands in hers, words tumbling out, a promise of safety and freedom if they just followed her plan, it had been everything sasha had ever wished for. she should've known it would go wrong as soon as she squeezed marcy's hand, nodding and giggling as they raced to their houses, only to find each other not even ten minutes later with bags slung over their shoulders, emptied of their textbooks and pens, now full of money and spare clothes.

running away had always been sasha's plan, whether it would happen when she was thirteen or twenty, she was going to run, run from her parents, from school, from everyone in church, their looks of poorly disguised disgust burning the back of her neck as she stood, hands clasps together, praying, just praying to feel normal, for once, whatever her reason, her excuse, it was her plan.

oh it all seemed to immature now.

now that marcy was sick (riddled with a fever and dizziness that meant she couldn't stand by herself) and they had nowhere to go, having to sit in the cold alley, hiding behind trash cans and stray shopping carts, all she wanted was to do what they used to, run over to anne's house and sleep over, lies pouring out of the pair just so they could stay for an extra day. but she couldn't, anne was all the way in california, over 500 miles away, whilst sasha was curled in a dingy alley, marcy's head in her lap as she tried to get her friends fever down.

it was almost comedic, how she'd gone from having a perfect life, a house and a life, to hiding behind a shitty food chain, clinging to marcy and wearing clothes she hadn't taken off in a week. a tiny laugh bubbled out of her at the thought, oh how her parents would love this, the movement of her stomach causing marcy to whimper, tightening her hold on sasha's sweater. the smile slipped off sasha's face and she placed the back of her hand to her friend's sweaty forehead, trying to keep the worry off her face as she felt the heat radiating off her.

"we have to get help soon, marbles," sasha whispered, her voice hoarse with disuse and lack of water. "we can't stay here."

marcy shifted again, blinking her eyes open and turning her head to look up at sasha. her brown eyes were glossy, but the fear was written clear as day. "no, no we can't," she replied, her words slow, "we don' have money, an' they'll jus' send us home."

sasha shook her head, bending down to press her forehead to marcy's. "you're hurt, i can't just let you stay like this," she mumbled, a lump catching in her throat. "mars you're only getting worse, you need help-"

"call anne," marcy hummed, sounding firmer than she had in a while. "or her parents, jus'... jus' no hospital..."

"are you sure? we're so far-"

"yeah," marcy nodded, the movement more of a jerk than a smooth nod. "i miss her," she added, a tiny smile appearing on her face, her eyes growing even more distant as she was sucked into a memory sasha would never know. (she tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her heart at that, of course marcy would miss anne, even after she let them go by this with out her, she just let them leave, even after all that marcy would always, always, miss anne more.)

"okay," sasha mumbled, her hands fumbling blindly for the shitty burner they'd bought a few days prior. "okay but, you have to stay awake, yeah? so you can talk to her."

"oh yeah, yeah i'll..." a shuddering breath, "i'll stay awake."

"cool," sasha replied, her attention only half on the number she was dialing - maybe if this was another time, she would be embarrassed she knew anne's number off by heart, but she didn't have time to be embarrassed, not when marcy was getting worse.

the plastic was cold against sasha's cheek, a sharp contrast to the heat on her torso and other hand, yet she couldn't even focus on that, not when the phone was ringing, once... twice... three times, with no answer. maybe anne was smart, and decided it was best to not pick up a call from a random number, after all it could always be a scam (she felt like a scam as she sat there, hair falling in matted clumps over her face and only just holding in her cries of despair).

by the fifth ring, sasha had all but given up. just as she was about to pull the phone away from her face, the ringing stopped and sasha's heart wasn't far behind. "hello?" anne's voice crackled through the phone's shitty speaker. "is anyone there?"

sasha gulped, slowly bringing the phone back to her ear, her eyes stinging as anne's voice reverberated through her head. "hellooo?" she called again and sasha could just see her face. the way her nose would wrinkle whenever one of those spam calls would come through, the roll of her eyes when someone would ask about her cars extended warranty, how a hand would come up to push her bangs out her face in annoyance. "look, i'm really sorry but i think you might have the wrong numbe-"

"annie?" sasha choked out, the name clawing out of her like a monster that had been kept in it's cage for too long.

"... sasha?" anne asked, her voice quiet, gentle, like she was talking to a feral animal. (and maybe she was.)

biting her lip to hold in her sobs, sasha took a deep breath, trying to gather her scrambled thoughts. it didn't help that marcy was weakly tapping her thigh, humming along, a song sasha vaguely recognised starting to float through the alley.

"sasha? sash is that you?"

"annie? we need help-"

[tlvangelsm]

Okay here’s ur Drabble!!! Didn’t edit :)

Sasha couldn’t help smiling as she stared at Anne and Marcy. Her girlfriend was currently chasing Marcy around the living room, who for her part, was squealing with laughter. The blonde snickered at the sight. Marcy in a small green dinosaur onesie sprinting as fast as she could, Anne in a matching blue onesie doing a slow jog, and Sasha herself in a pink one. All three of them were wearing slippers, since without them they would’ve eaten the floor a while ago.

Not that Marcy hadn’t had a few close calls already.

“THE TICKLE MONSTER IS GOING TO GET YOU!!!!”

“NOOOOOOOO!!”

Sasha and Anne were watching Marcy for the next week. Normally this wouldn’t be possible but both Anne and her were on their winter break from college and Marcy was on vacation too. So it wouldn’t be too bad. They already had plans for the week.

It’d be the best damn Christmas the three of them would have.

Marcy’s shriek snapped Sasha out of her thoughts as Anne had finally caught Marcy. Tickling the six year old on the couch. The blonde quickly moved forward, lightly pushing off Anne.

“Release the Chief Ranger, you fiend!”

Sasha noted Marcy jumping to her feet, “Yeah! Go fight her Lieutenant!”

“Sashaaaaaa.” Anne whined, the pout on her face was just adorable.

It was settled then.

Instantly, the blonde pivoted to face Marcy, “I’m afraid I’m a traitor.”

Marcy let out the smallest gasp, barely taking a step before Sasha snatched her.

“NOOOO LIEUTENANT!!”

The blonde started to laugh as Marcy began to wiggle, “Go on Anna-banana. She’s all yours!”

Marcy dissolved into giggles as Anne attacked. For five minutes Sasha and Anne tortured Marcy, the tiny child unable to escape.

“MERCY! MERCY!”

Anne pulled back, sending a smile at Sasha, “Should we leave her be?”

Sasha pretended to think about it, slyly glancing at the time. Marcy really needed to head to bed for tomorrow.

“I suppose.” Sasha said, taking a sniff of Marcy, “It smells like bedtime.”

Marcy gaped, looking at the clock before looking at Sasha with wide eyes, “You could tell that from how I smell?”

It took everything in Sasha not to laugh. Judging by Anne’s cough, she was trying to muscle down a laugh too. The blonde put on her best poker face, nodding her head, “Of course. It’s a distinct scent.”

Marcy looked like she didn’t believe her.

But still sniffed her wrist.

Oh, sweet baby.

This time Anne laughed. Sasha smiled as she brought Marcy into a hug, cradling her as she took Marcy to her room. Leaving Anne to set up the air mattress in the living room.

“I couldn’t smell the time.”

“It takes years of practice.”

Marcy nodded, her own serious face, “I will master it.”

This time Sasha laughed.

***

Sasha tried to blink away how tired she was when she felt the mattress moving. Anne didn’t move nearly this much and Sasha knew she wasn’t doing it. Before she punched the air, she heard whimpering.

Ah, it was Marcy.

Groggily, Sasha sat up, “Marbles? What’s wrong?”

She wasn’t given a response. Instead the small child tackle hugged her. Sasha sat up, stroking Marcy’s hair as the little one cried quietly.

Sasha gave a tight hug, “Did you have a nightmare?”

Marcy nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head.

Okay.

Guess this would be a morning thing.

“Do you want to spend the night with us?”

Marcy’s head lifted up, her eyes puffy and red, “Can I?”

Sasha smiled, willing how tired she was not to show. Marcy didn’t need guilt right now, “Of course.”

She moved back a bit, giving enough room for Marcy to get under the blanket between her and Anne. Who must’ve sensed the six year old since she rolled over, throwing an arm and bringing the girl into a hug.

Marcy yelped quietly.

Sasha tried not to laugh as she smiled, her eyes shining as Anne looked like she was hugging a teddy bear.

“Can you sing me to sleep? Please?”

Sasha nodded her head, running her fingers through Marcy’s hair, “Any requests?”

Marcy went silent, thinking. Sasha took the time to scoot closer to her two girls, getting comfortable.

“You are my sunshine?”

Sasha smiled, “Okay, but try to sleep okay.”

Marcy nodded, snuggling closer to Anne and holding Sasha’s hand with both of her small ones.

Sasha’s heart swelled.

She wasn’t sure how long she sang or when they both fell asleep, but the next morning Marcy could hardly remember her nightmare.

IBBY!!!!!! IM SO <333 THEYRE SO SOFT!!!!

[tlvangelsm]

OH BESTIE FOR PROMPTS!!! How about some platonic “I love you more than all the stars in the sky” becuz i can’t write rn but I really love this :)))

yknow, I debated this a Lot more than I thought I would for such a simple prompt, but here is the final accumulation of my thoughts on the topic of Stars! (also quick tw for mentions of blood and death, since this is part of my ghost hunters au!)

the night sky had always looked the same to sasha, every night she would stare up into the ever expanding universe and wonder what it was that marcy had been able to see. "see, sash! he's right there!" she would giggle, waving her arms around a certain point, connecting stars like dots, but sasha had never seen it.

maybe that's what happens when your dead. you stop seeing things properly.

"y'know what? i don't think i'm cut out for stargazing," sasha has replied one night. it hadn't been long since they'd died, maybe a few days since she'd woken up in that forest, surrounded by a numbing coldness and the stench of blood seeping into every avaliable crevice.

marcy and her had left anne a few hours before. she didn't know they were dead, they didn't want her to know, so they'd said they were going home, but circled back to the park.

"don't be silly, anyone can stargaze," marcy had said gently, turning to look at sasha with that soft smile that would probably send her heart racing had she been alive.

"what? even ghosts?" she asked with a roll of her eyes.

"well, we can see, right?"

"yeah, yeah I guess we can," sasha nodded, tilting her had back to look at the sky again.

"there you go! that's really all you need," marcy sighed happily, taking sasha's cold hand in her own. swinging their arms in-between them as they stood under the night sky.

"when i was alive, i had been saving up for a telescope," marcy said after a while, her voice carrying a sadness sasha hated.

"really?" sasha asked, pulling her eyes away from one of the stars to look at marcy.

with a nod, marcy faced sasha, her eyes welling with silver tears, though they would never fall, ghosts can't cry. "yeah. i'd asked my parents for one last year, but they forgot my birthday, so anne and i decided to start saving up for one." there was a wistful smile on her face as she spoke, one that made sasha's non-existent heart twist.

"i'm sorry, marmar," sasha whispered, unsure of what else to say.

"it's alright, not your fault i died," she chuckled, wiping her eyes with her free hand.

"still, you deserved to see the stars up close."

"maybe, but then i wouldn't have met you," marcy mumbled after a few minutes. "and i'm so glad i met you, sash."

"we're dead, marce," sasha replied, her voice cracking.

"i know, and its the worst, but at least we're together, right?" when sasha looked over, marcy's pale eyes were wide and the smile on her face wobbled, but she was trying. "god, to think i met one of my best friends after i died," she cried, taking in a sharp breath to stop the sob in the back of her throat.

"well, at least you had anne" sasha swallowed the lump rising in her chest. marcy tilted her head to the side in confusion, and sasha let out a weak laugh. "i think you were my first friend, like proper friend." and god, how pathetic did that sound, sasha waybright, once the most popular girl in school, admitting that marcy was her first friend. though, it wasn't like there was anyone else to hear it, so with that knowledge, she didn't mind saying it out loud. "so, i only met my best friends after i died," she ended with a choked laugh, turning to face marcy fully and grabbing her other hand.

"its weird how the universe works, huh?" marcy giggled, her eyes shooting up to the sky. "there are so many stars out tonight, sash."

"you know i love you, marcy," sasha had said gently, not looking away from marcy's face. "more than all the stars in the sky."