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Chapter 1: Getting together
I wrote this fanfic, and I though I'd post it here, it's really cringey butt idk I wrote it for fun soo here ya go if you're interested in reading
TW: Self harm, Eating disorders, homophobia, mention of conversion therapy, depression and alcohol
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Priery: ‘Tell me your secrets then I’ll tell you mine’
Celia: ‘uhhhhhhhhhh’
Priery: *laughs*
‘I won’t tell your parents’
Celia: ‘shut the hell up, I’m not that bad’
Priery: *raises an eyebrow*
‘really? You’re friends with me’
Celia: ‘True. Shit’
Celia: ‘ok, question-’
Priery: ‘I thought you were going to spill’
Celia: ‘you first’
Priery: *rolls her eyes*
‘finee’
Celia: ‘so I can ask anything’
Priery: ‘I mean yh’
Celia: ‘Nothing’s off limits’
Priery: ‘nope’
Celia: ‘What’s one thing your parent’s have said to you that they’ve probably forgotten about but you still remember till today’
Priery: ‘that’s specific god damn’
Celia: ‘answer the bloody question’
Priery: ‘Fineeee. Uhhh when I was a kid I was walking with my dad. I was still questioning at that point. I was questioning but wanted to make my family happy. I asked him what he’d do if I were to come out to him. He said ‘then I’d make you straight’
Celia: ‘Make you? What was he going to do? Send you to conversion therapy’
Priery: ‘honestly, I don’t know. And I don’t think I want to know’
Celia: *laughs*
‘was he going to straighten you out like a ruler or some shit’
Priery: *laughs*
‘you know bendy rulers exist’
Celia: ‘Shit, officer they’ve found us out’
Priery: *laughs*
Celia: ‘how do you laugh at the dumbest jokes I make’
Priery: ‘Simple. I’m drunk’
Celia: ‘EXCUSE ME.’
Priery: ‘What you asked me as question, and I answered honestly’ *laughs*
Celia: *jokingly offended*
‘Bitch’
*laughs*
Priery: ‘then don’t ask snowflake’
Celia: *laughs*
‘The curse of Gen Z’
Priery: ‘True. My turn: what’s your favourite song?’
Celia: ‘are you fucking kidding me? That’s your question’
‘Now I feel shit for asking you the other one’
Priery: *laughs*
‘Music taste is still pretty personal, there’s a reason why some people don’t share their playlists’
Celia: ‘True. My favourite songs areee ‘I deserve to bleed’ by Sushi Soucy, ‘please put me in a medically coma’ by carols daughter and I mean I love a lot of Alec Benjamin and NoahFinnce.
Priery: ‘holy shit you are wasted.’
‘and depressed’
Celia: ‘stfu’
‘but yh I am both but SHUSH’
Priery: ‘pfft;
Celia: ‘oi. We agreed this this is a no judgement zone beforehand’
Priery: ‘fine fineeee’
‘I’ll just torture you over this when you’re sober’
Celia: ‘fine’
Celia: ‘when did you know you weren’t straight?’
Priery: ‘you mean when did I know I liked wamen?’
Celia: ‘mhm’
Priery: ‘uhhhhh’
‘I guess, when I actually thought about it, would I date women? I mean other than the fact that my parents aren’t supportive I didn’t really have a problem with it. When I realised that I was like shit I’m fucked.’
Celia: ‘lmao, that must’ve been stressful’
Priery: ‘eh’
Priery: ‘what about you’
Celia: I knew when I started having feelings for you
Celia: Guess it was the same situation
Priery: ‘You sure you didn’t sneak out and make out with someone and went shit I’m gay’
Celia: ‘NO I didn’t thank you very much’
Priery: *laughs*
Celia: ‘would you be shocked if I did’
Priery: ‘absolutely not in fact I was expecting that sort of response’
Celia: ‘pfft so in your perspective I’m a gay, horny shithead’
Priery: ‘pretty much, yh’
Celia: *sarcastically*
‘thanks, appreciate it’
Priery: ‘being a gay, horny shithead isn’t a bad thing. Unless you show that side to your conservative family’
Celia: ‘even if my family was supportive why would I act like a horny shithead infront of them’
Priery: ‘sweet home Alabama’
Celia: ‘SHUT UP’ *laughs*
Priery: *laughs*
Celia: ‘one more question’
Priery: ‘shoot’
Celia: ‘do you have a crush on anyone’
Priery: ‘yes’
Celia: ‘who?’
Priery: *smiles*
‘You look scared. Even though you’re drunk’
Celia: ‘no I’m not. You know what forget it’
Priery: ‘its you dumbass’
Celia: *hesitates*
*smiles*
‘What happened to confessing feelings are a beta thing?’
Priery: Rules are different when you’re drunk
Celia: *laughs*
‘Yh?’
Priery: ‘Yh’
Celia: *kisses her*
Priery: *reciprocates*
Celia: ‘I’m surprised. You want this depressed, horny, gay shithead to be your girlfriend’
Priery: *sighs*
‘Yh. Guess I don’t have standards’
Celia: ‘Ur about to have the shortest relationship of your life’
Priery: *laughs*
‘Whatever you are I’m double that, you’re great’
Celia: ‘You can only compliment me when your drunk huh?’
Priery; ‘I also only have the balls to confess when I’m drunk. Take it or leave it’
Celia: *laughs*
‘That’s true’
Priery: *kisses her*
Celia: *smiles*
‘are you doing this cause you’re drunk or because you actually like me’
Priery: *hesitates*
‘guess you’ll find out tmr’
Celia: ‘BITCH! I’m not going to be able to sleep now’
Priery: *laughs*
‘awe will you lose sleep over me’
Celia: ‘stfu I won’t. Ur a pain in the arse’
Priery: ‘that’s the most romantic thing you’ve said to me all night’
Celia: *laughs*
*yawns*
Priery: *points to the couch*
‘Sleep’
Celia: ‘Don’t wanna’
Priery: ‘Sleep’
Celia: ‘what’s your favourite artist’
Priery: ‘sleep’
Celia: *groans*
‘Seriously, it was one yawn’
Priery: ‘sleep’
Celia: ‘don’t wanna’
Priery: *sighs*
*mutters*
‘the things I have to do for you’
Celia: ‘what do you mea-’
Priery: *picks her up and brings her to the sofa*
‘Now sleep’
Celia: ‘Wtf? Since when can you pick me up?”
Priery: *shrugs*
‘it’s not exactly hard’
*laughs*
Celia: *groans*
‘do I have to sleep’
Priery: ‘yes’
Celia: ‘fine.’
‘but your coming down with me’
*pulls her onto the floor’
Priery: ‘OW’
Celia: ‘whoops I was supposed too put you on the sofa, sorryyyyy’
Priery: ‘it’s fine.’
Celia: *feels guilty*
Preiry: *sighs*
‘move up then’
Celia: *smiles*
‘Here’
Priery: ‘now sleep’
Celia: ‘goodnight pri’
Priery: ‘Pri-?’
*Celia falls asleep*
Priery: *smiles*
*hugs her*
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I found this in my notebook [ TW: Homophobia, homophobic slur]
Stargazing with the brush of her hand against mine, pushing it down, pushing it away yet the deformity of my heartbeat around her awakens me
So I sedate myself before my stomach takes flight
Words can't hurt as they hurl freak, fag inconsequentially
Whilst dancing upon their fantasies of flames, fumes and screams
So many screams.
'Are you my friend?'
I jest
'Of course not'
I jest
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