#and if anne wakes up one night with marcy's hands tight around her neck

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hello tumblr pls accept these two unrelated drabbles because i don't know where else to put them

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marcy can’t remember the last time that she was allowed this.

she sits on the bench seat of her own new desk, staring at the mirror that had come with it. it’s a vanity, technically, except that marcy’s never had a need for a vanity and she certainly has no need for it now. the sight of her own face - eyes sunken in bags, faint indent marks along the sides of her face and across her nose, hair longer than it’s ever been in recent memory - isn’t one that marcy likes seeing even on her good days, and she averts her eyes most of the time… but right now is different.

sasha is brushing her hair. sasha hasn’t brushed marcy’s hair in years, not since the last time she had it longer than her ears. anne sometimes would pretend that marcy’s hair is long enough to brush and comb it out anyways, but sasha had immediately deemed the act childish. it’s too short for makeovers, she had said, with a flip of her hand, you’ll just have to comb it yourself.

marcy had felt awful about it, but anne had passed her a hairclip in her favorite color so she wouldn’t feel too left out and that had been the end of that. sasha had never brushed marcy’s hair again- at least, until now.

“you really don’t have to pretend to like this,” she whispers, quietly. “i won’t be mad.”

“i’m not pretending,” sasha answers, in the same calm tone of voice, “you have such little faith in me, marsh.”

what she doesn’t say is that marcy has no reason to have any faith in sasha anymore, not when sasha had failed to save her, not when sasha had pushed and pushed and left marcy balancing on the tips of her toes, ready to cower back and flee if necessary. sasha doesn’t say anything about that, because she knows all too well that her guilt is nothing compared to the way marcy feels about herself.

sasha might not say it, but marcy definitely thinks it, and she swallows thickly. “course i have faith in you,” she murmurs, and sasha’s hand stills. “i just don’t know what’s changed, that’s all.”

“we’ve changed,” sasha says, but for a moment, she sounds hesitant, unsure. “haven’t we?”

marcy thinks back to times of old, when sasha would fixate on tugging anne’s disastrous curls into pigtails and braids, would focus so hard on giving anne the perfect makeover that marcy took to drastic measures, lying about hair-cutting knowledge just to have the girls focusing on her again. she’s not proud of that moment, but at the time, even negative attention was still attention. she had been so worried about drifting away, she nearly lost herself.

“i guess,” she replies, and she shivers as sasha’s fingers drift a bit too close to her neck. “can i call you sashy still? i know you don’t like that much anymore.”

sasha inhales, and through the mirror, marcy watches as her good eye closes and opens again, remorse written all over her face. “you can call me whatever you want, marshmallow. i won’t be mad.”

“okay,” marcy says, and she sits with her hands folded into her lap, watching as sasha methodically brushes and brushes. “do you think… nevermind, it’s dumb.”

“nothing’s dumb coming from you,” sasha says, still so hesitant, though there’s a smile in her voice. “what is it?”

“could you try putting my hair in pigtails? like you do anne’s?” marcy averts her gaze from the mirror, staring down at her lap instead. “sorry. it’s stupid.”

“stop saying that,” sasha chides. “i don’t know if your hair is long enough, but i can certainly try.”

and so they sit there for awhile longer, and though marcy never looks back up at the mirror, she feels safe in sasha’s hands.

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marcy knows when one or both of her girls has a bad dream because she wakes to the feeling of warm breathing against her neck, the tightness of arms wrapped around her chest, and the tickling sensation of hair draped across her cheeks. she doesn't mind- it's why she agreed to sleep in the middle most nights, because she loves the comfort of both of her girls pressed on either side of her, keeping her safe and snug. still, it can be both amusing and tiring when she wakes up unable to breathe because she's being squeezed too tightly, or sneezing herself awake because anne's fluffy hair keeps getting in her face and sasha's hair ends up in her mouth more often than not. marcy wouldn't have it any other way, really. tonight is no exception. marcy wakes to the feeling of wetness against her shoulder. anne's clinging tightly to her arm, but she's not the one crying- it's sasha, which is abnormal. marcy twists her head carefully to look at her partner, and she wrestles with anne for her arm so she can awkwardly pat sasha's hair. "sashy?" she whispers, as anne whines in her sleep. "you 'kay?" there's a pause, and for a moment marcy wonders if sasha's even awake, or if she's just caught in a nightmare of epic proportions. "...I'm okay," sasha finally whispers back, though, and she sounds so sad. "just got overwhelmed for a sec." "you don't sound okay," marcy twists her body so that her back is facing anne, and she reaches for sasha with both hands. "come on, c'mere, let me hold you." "okay," sasha's voice dips into a whine, and she scoots inwards, allowing marcy to hold her so gently. "love you marshy. I'm glad you're here." marcy presses a light kiss to the top of sasha's head. "love you too, dearest," she whispers, smiling smugly at the way sasha's breathing hitches at the term of endearment. "go back to sleep." sasha doesn't speak again, and eventually her breathing slows into a pattern. anne presses against marcy's back, too, arms drawing around her torso, gentle even in her sleep. marcy can feel anne's nose against the back of her head, and she chuckles, holding sasha closer to her. it's not their normal sleeping arrangements - not even close - but marcy still feels safe and warm and loved, and that's all that matters.

[waybrights]

Sats au

If Anne or Marcy fall asleep in the bed Sasha 'claimed', Sasha will just make sure they're tucked in and comfy before sleeping in whatever empty space there was in the room/bus. In the morning she'll complain loudly, but only after asking how they slept.

i wrote smth for this!! okay this is like my second time writing this and i haven't spell checked or edited it so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes!!!

sasha had always liked staying up late when she was younger, it felt like some sort of 'screw you' to her parents. but then she got famous and was practically worked to the bone day in, day out for something she had very little control over. so she'd started staying up late to finish writing songs or learning the chords properly so she didn't mess up, and something she used to like just turned into another thing she had to do to remain where she was.

so when she found herself sitting just outside their bus at three in the morning, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, she realised that (for once) she was rather relaxed. it was a strange feeling, not worrying about what would happen tomorrow, or if she had enough songs done for them to even be considered by andrias. but sitting there, a gentle breeze running through her hair, all of that was forgotten.

it's late though, she thought to herself as she drained the cup, and we do have a concert tomorrow... with a sigh, sasha stood up, brushed the gravel off her pants and went back inside.

there was something about being alone in the tour bus that felt weird, sasha was never usually the last one up, so she'd never actually seen the bus so dark, not that sasha was scared of the dark, she was twenty not six. still, she sped through the bus into the sleeping area, trying to not trip over whatever sprig and polly had left laying about. keeping her complaints to a minimum, sasha hopped over a discarded mic and stumbled to her bunk.

but just as she was about to crawl in, someone moved, an arm flopping against sasha's thigh. biting her lip to stop herself from screaming, sasha quickly pulled her phone out and flipped on the flash only for it to illuminate anne and marcy, sprawled on her bed, fast asleep.

as sasha blinked down at them, she tried to find it in herself to be angry, but she couldn't. they both looked so peaceful (which wasn't something the three of them felt much anymore) and warm, so warm. which was more than sasha could say as she stood shivering in the cold bus.

"sash?" anne's voice snapped her back to the present.

"go back to sleep, anne," sasha replied, crouching down by anne's head

"'m in your bed, s'rry," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

"it's okay, i'll take the couch," sasha laughed quietly, raising one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "so you should go back to sleep."

"m'kay," anne hummed, smiling dopily, "night sash."

unable to stop herseld smiling, sasha pressed a gentle kiss to anne's forehead. "night, annie."

"mar mar too," anne mumbled, rolling over and pulling marcy into her chest.

sasha raised a brow, but leaned over and kissed marcy's cheek. "now will you go to sleep?" she asked, standing up and ignoring the heat rising up her neck. anne didn't reply though, not with words at least, but a snore told sasha she was fast asleep.

slowly backing away to not wake her up, sasha shuffled over to the couch. it wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but it was better than the floor and the second row of bunks (that felt way too tight for anyone to fit into), so she would survive.

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sasha woke up to a weight on top of her. with a frown, she cracked her eyes open to see marcy laying on top of her, their face inches apart. "oh! you're up!" then they turned to shout: "anne! she's up!"

"god, marce, i just woke up," sasha mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"right, sorry," she laughed, detaching herself from sasha enough to let her sit up.

"oh, morning sleeping beauty," anne called, carrying a pink mug in her hands. "we're almost there, so hp thought this might wake you up a bit," she said, pressing the mug into sasha's hands.

"wake me up or kill me?" she asked, eyeing the cup skeptically. hop pop had always liked experimenting with coffee, and sasha was usually the one on the end of it, but since she'd obviously slept in so late, she wasn't entirely trusting of the nice smelling drink.

"try it and find out," marcy said, climbing off sasha and instead curling up next to her.

"don't worry, i made it, it was just his idea," anne said, dropping her head into sasha's lap.

"hmm," sasha mumbled, taking a sip. "how did you sleep, by the way?"

"good actually," marcy said, "i think i sleep better on beds i've stolen from you."

"that doesn't surprise me," she said with a smile, "although now i do have a great, big pain in my back that i fear may hinder my performance," she said as solemnly as she could without bursting out laughing.

"you realise you could've joined us, right? you didn't have to sleep on the couch," anne said, raising a hand to fiddle with some of sasha's hair.

"i didn't think i was invited to your pile, besides those beds are tiny, we wouldn't all fit."

"well," marcy mumbled, tucking their head into the crook of sasha's neck, "it can't be a band pile if the lead isn't there."

"i'll keep that in mind," sasha laughed, taking another sip of her coffee and watching fields pass by their windows.