#sannah

Merry Christmas @anrimii I'm your secret santa! I had so many ideas swirling around my head, but decided to land on a Sannah fic inspired by the song "Ruin the Friendship" by Taylor Swift!

Here's a little snippet of the fic. Hope you enjoy it.

Josh was an awful driver. That was what popped into mind when Sam suggested the two of them hitch a ride to the mall. Hannah thought about trying to put up a fight, but the glisten in Sam’s eye made her reconsider.

Full thing (all 3 mini-chapters) are up on AO3 - link here!

"Nope, nuh-uh, not happening," was all she heard before - oh like hell - Sam was trying to snatch her magazine away, half laughing and half sighing, "Hannah, for the love of God, come on," as it devolved into a game of tug-of-war.

"I'm almost done," she groaned, cringing at how childish she sounded but, like, it was her magazine and her dumb little quiz! Why couldn't she -

As though she could hear her inner monologue, Sam stepped up her game, pulling a move Hannah, quite frankly, had no chance of countering: She hopped up and sat on the table, rendering her magazine, uh, inaccessible. She had the audacity to smile, too - not grin, not smirk, not leer, but smile - shrugging her shoulders as she teased, "Welp, nothing to do about it now...guess it's decided, magazine time is over and gym time is now."

Can you tell us your opinion about them???? Like everything u think about them, either before or after the twins went missing???? Thanks!!!

'At some point on the night of Feb 2nd, 2014, the liquor is flowing and the music is bumping. These two introverted gals are having a little gossip sesh to the side....'

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Woah woah woah woah woah ..... say less. The underrepresentation of this ship in the fandom is cray cray so here are some more headcanons I have for them!!

My overall opinion, they are so lovely and have so much potential 🥺 I am simply a sucker for best friends to lovers and I'm sold each and every time it is fed to me. That being said, the complexity of Sam's feelings for the Washingtons is my personal special interest...

I like to think that some of these confusing feelings she held for her best friend may have transferred over to that friend's older brother following her disappearance.... thus birthing Josh/Sam.

That is a completely different post, none the less I thought I'd mention it here 👀

These hcs will be about the prologue and leading up to the trip where the prank happened.... mayhaps gonna lead into another headcanon post I'm working on so stay tuned!!

Juicy stuff below the cut ↴

I agree with you. They’re my femslash OTP of Supermassive…

… if only I could work through the mental gymnastics of Hannah loving her back.

Starting a new blog with sannah or san im not rlly sure what their ship name is💔

author notes

summary: sam reminisces about her lost time with hannah

comfort/hurt

pre-prank and post-prank

"Shh, you can't tell anyone!" Hannah held a finger to her own lips, trying to stifle her own giggles under the deep purple comforter she was underneath. Sam laughed, soft and light, as she rolled her eyes at the brunette.

"Yeah, because who would I tell about your little crush on Michael Munroe?" Sam teased, the corner of her mouth twitching into a small smile. Under Hannah's comforter, she couldn't make out much, but if she squinted hard enough she could barely make out the lip-bitten smile Hannah had plastered on her face. Sam shook her head, sighing.

"Besides.. I think anyone with two working eyes and a brain could figure out your very obvious pining on our class president." "Oh, shut up... Is it that obvious?"

Hannah's pout was something Sam could make out, and she couldn't help but let out another laugh.

It was easier to hide the pain that way. Because, well, Sam wasn't Mike. And there was nothing she could do about that. Under the mauve comforter was the closest Sam could get to being what Hannah wanted. Until..

"Hey, you wanna know something, Sammy?"

Sam locked eyes with Hannah- or atleast, as best as she could in the dark- obviously perplexed by the sudden shift in conversation. Her brows twitched ever so slightly, curiosity killing her as she leaned in ever so slightly. Sam could feel Hannah's breath ghosting her face, and the soft smell of vanilla and lavender was making Sam's heart race. Hannah was her closest friend, and a small part of her wished they could be more than. But Hannah had been crushing on Mike ever since she laid eyes on the guy, and not wanting to risk her friendship, Sam resigned to playing wingman.

But the way Hannah looked at her then was enough to make her heart stop in it's tracks.

"You know, Mike is one thing. He's cute and all, but he hasn't been there for me like you have, Sammy. Together forever, right?" Hannah murmured, her voice syrupy sweet, holding her pinkie finger out.

The words echoed in Sam's head, her lips turning into a small smile as she chuckled, intertwining her pinkie with Hannah's

"Yeah, together forever."

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"Sam! Sam, wake up!"

Her head was fuzzy, and her body was cold, too cold. The snow covered her body, and her entire body felt like gelatin. Mike was by her side, holding her arm to help her up.

"The paramedics are here- C'mon, we have to go." He urged as she stood up, feeling like she wasn't even in her body.

Hannah was gone. Beth was gone. They weren't even sure if Josh was gone or not. Hannah was gone. They had killed Hannah in the very same lodge Sam last saw her. Memories of their time together was gone. And she never would know if Hannah ever forgave her for not going after her that night.

And Samantha would never be able to fully tell Hannah how she felt, as she whispered under her breath as Mike helped her into the cop car.