LOVER girls 🥰❤️ before they turned into HATER girls 😔💔
finally posting this adorable valentine's commission of seven and my mc marjorie by @cashweasel in celebration of the chapter 5 release >:) thank you so much again, lou!!!! 🫶 they look so fucking cute 😭
Parties were fun, or so Seven was told by everyone around her, especially Fiona, who seemed so persistent when Seven told her she wasn’t coming.
“It will be fun!” Fiona said, taking Seven’s hand and looking at her with those big brown eyes that usually got her everything she wanted. “Please, I don’t want to come without you.”
To no ones surprise, Seven caved. A day later, sitting on a couch with the band, surrounded by a crowd of drunk people, she regretted allowing Fiona to have so much power over her. She didn’t mind the catchy pop song assaulting her ears with how loud the music was, didn’t mind the threat of someone accidentally pouring the contents of their red solo cup into her lap, or the way Rowan and Jazzy kept chatting about the film Seven never seen. What she minded was having Fiona in her direct line of vision, laughing and constantly fixing her hair as she talked to the girl she had just met.
Seven wasn’t surprised that Fiona got approached five minutes after they got to a party. She was… she was Fiona, and that was more than enough in Seven’s eyes for everyone to find her the most amazing person in the world. Seven didn’t want to dig deep and find a reason why she felt sting when she saw the two of them leaning closer to each other, as if sharing something intimate, before Fiona started to laugh again. The girl she was talking to shamelessly looked at Fiona’s chest. If Seven knew that this would be how her evening would go, she’d never tell Fiona that the tight black dress she was wearing looked good on her.
“You’re going to burn a hole in her,” Rowan nudged Seven in the side, taking her attention away from the source of her foul mood. “Nothing bad will happen if she stays out of your sight.”
“I just don’t want her to get hurt, that’s it,” Seven disliked how defensive she sounded. Fiona was her friend, she took care of her friends, there was nothing else to it. She gulped whatever was in the cup she held in her hand, a horrible mix of tastes almost making her gag, but she would take it if it meant she’d be able to hide away from Rowan for a moment longer.
“Sure, that’s all there is,” Rowan snorted, making Seven sink deeper into the cushions. He made comments like these constantly, and she didn’t want to think about what they meant, about the truth that seemed to be obvious to anyone but Fiona and her.
“Leave her alone,” Jazzy told Rowan in a calming tone. “We should be having fun, so let’s have fun!”
Seven didn’t want to leave Fiona out of her sight. Was it unhealthy? Possessive? Seven didn’t like that word, mostly its meaning. She couldn’t be possessive of someone she didn’t have.
Jazzy made an attempt to pull Seven to the middle of the room to dance, but she shook her head.
“I need some air.”
Seven left through the back door before her friends could question her. In the backyard, the party was in full swing. Screaming, drinking, and dancing felt like a nice background to the hollowness she felt inside. Seven sat on the steps, her arms wrapped around her, as she tried not to think about what she saw, not imagine where it could lead.
Seven knew what would happen if Fiona started to date someone. They’d have less time together, and their connection wouldn’t be the same. Fiona would be close with someone, have inner jokes, have memories together, and have intimacy that Seven never had with her. That last thought twisted inside of her uncomfortably. It wasn’t healthy, the way Seven felt, she knew it, but she couldn’t make it stop. She knew that pulling away from Fiona would feel like cutting a piece of her with her own hands, and she didn’t want that. She wanted to avoid that pain at any cost.
“Here you are,” a familiar voice startled Seven. She sharply turned to see Fiona walking out of the house. Seven followed her friend with her eyes until she dropped on the steps next to her. “I thought you left.”
She should’ve left. She wanted to, after what she saw.
“You were busy, so,” Seven trailed off, having no desire to explain further. “What’s with the girl? Not hot enough for you?”
“She’s not the one,” Fiona let out a dramatic sigh, resting her head against Seven’s shoulder. Long strands of her wavy red hair fell against Seven’s arm, silky soft. “And I came here with you, I would’ve been a horrible friend if I ditched you for someone I just met.”
“And you’re so dead set on being a great friend,” Seven couldn’t stop a smile spreading over her lips. She shouldn’t have felt this happy that Fiona picked her, but she was. And she allowed herself to enjoy it.
“The best I can be!” Fiona insisted, turning her face to Seven. It wasn’t unusual for them to be this close. Actually, it was their most natural state. The way Seven’s eyes dropped to Fiona’s lips was also natural, it felt right for them. “How did you ever find someone to date?”
Seven did her best not to frown at the memory. She remembered too well how she allowed herself to be influenced by opinions that her closeness to Fiona wasn’t healthy, and attempted to date, to put some distance between them. Her longest relationship lasted almost a month, the most miserable month of her life. It never felt right with those girls, and Seven knew why, even if she tried her hardest not to know.
“You’re popular, you’ll find someone to date in a heartbeat if you want,” Seven wanted to sound encouraging. Instead, she sounded nervous.
Fiona shivered in the cool air of the evening, and, without thinking, Seven put her arm around her friend and rubbed the cold skin on Fiona’s arm with her palm.
“It never feels right when I’m with them. Like, we just don’t fit. Do you know what I mean?” Fiona asked with a sigh, meeting her eyes.
Seven knew what she meant. She remembered brushing Fiona’s hair when she broke her wrist and couldn’t do it on her own. Remembered staying up late in the night watching movies and falling asleep in a heap on the living room floor. Remembered another party and the game of Spin the Bottle that ended with Fiona’s lips against hers, and it felt so achingly perfect. She dreamed about repeating that kiss just to wake up and push that thought to the very back of her mind.
“I know,” Seven nodded, tightening her grip on Fiona’s arm a little more. “It never felt right for me, either.”
“We’re such a pathetic pair,” Fiona laughed, sinking closer against Seven’s side. “Do you want to ditch and go to my place instead? I think we still have that ice cream you like.”
“Look at you, party girl,” Seven’s mood was getting better and better, and she couldn’t hide it. “We haven’t even been here an hour.”
“You didn’t want to come in the first place!” Fiona reminded her.
“I would be anywhere as long as you’re there,” these words lived inside her for so long that it only felt right to let them out.
For a brief moment, Fiona looked surprised, her full lips parting, but she quickly tucked that expression away.
“I’ll remember you said it,” Fiona said playfully, leaving a brief kiss on Seven’s cheek that made her skin burn.
put that woman into a Situation now. i'm serious. drop that sad whiteboy you've been chewing on for the last three hours and just try chewing on the Woman. it's so much better out here. the world is beautiful. you are putting yourself in a cage. take my hand and come with me. put that woman into a Situation
I will always take the cat's side. "she's drooling on me" you're so lucky "he always wants to be petted" then pet him "he's mad I won't let him on my desk" make room on your desk for him. I am your cat's defense lawyer and the cat is always innocent on the grounds of them being A Little Kitty Cat.
no no please go on. explain to me again. why you find the girl that does arguably less annoying and extremely realistic things for a person in their situation is MORE annoying to you than her guy counterparts. please explain to me why you never talk about her. please explain why even though shes also a main character you couldnt even describe two of her character traits btu you can write an entire essay on why those men suck eachother off. please. come closer. im a normal cat
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