she raises an eyebrow and is not convinced by his words. honestly, natasha rarely believes anything that gabriel says. she’s learned to take his words more as suggestions than reality. nat places her hands on her hips, her lips frowning in disapproval. “if you’re going to lie, at least do a better job of it,” the blonde huffs. “you don’t worry enough. i’ll take you home,” natasha adds, pursing her lips. “that’s more like it.”
“ i have simply never lied a day in my life. ” he lies, taking a final long sip of his drink. the man lies at least one a day but his inebriated mind says otherwise. frankly, gabriel knew if he ran into natasha he’d be going home immediately. “ fine....” he says in a dramatic groan, dragging his feet along. “ can we at least get mcdonalds on the way?” he asks, childishly.
she wanted to be alone. meltdowns experienced in total solitude are the most cathartic, mal reasons with herself whenever her fingers develop that familiar itch to reach for her phone. desperation to hear from gabe is not a new feeling for her, but it’s one that hasn’t bubbled up in so long that she’s surprised when she practically trips over it while pacing around her living room. she lifted her head and glanced at the front door when she heard the telltale sounds of someone approaching. her teeth sunk into her lower lip. she crossed the living room and pulled open the door, sighing in relief when she saw him. you alright? mal wanted to scoff at the question. instead she just shrugged, failing to meet gabe’s gaze. if she was alright, then she wouldn’t have called. “you could’ve just told me that you were busy tonight.” regardless, mal opened the door wider and stepped backward, silently inviting him inside. “i would’ve been fine with a rain check.”
“ eh,” he shrugs. they both knew there wasn’t a universe where he’d turn down coming over mal’s just because he was busy. “ finished up twenty minutes ago, your place is on the way to mine, anyway. no big deal. i was basically in the neighborhood.” gabriel answered. wanting to devalue him being here. hoping it might seem casual, just something he’s doing for a friend. that’s all they are. maybe a little bit more hesitant than usual -- he steps inside. familiar with the space, he makes his way to the couch . the boy settles into his seat. the air is undoubtedly awkward, gabe attempts to appear a little less tense. “ well, i’m here now so.. ” he continues, thinking it’d be best to not remind him how easy it would’ve been to not answer her call . or, not come over just because she asked. “ you wanna talk? ”
overtired, gabriel should’ve gone straight home after his long day at the studio. nonetheless, there he was -- hands in the pockets of his sweatpants as he moseys down to mal’s front door. the wiser part of him knew coming to mallory’s rescue wasn’t going to end well for him. he’d end up going home wishing he wasn’t there for just that. just someone to be there for her, for now. “ sorry, i missed your call earlier, i was in the studio. came as soon as i could.” he explains, his voice raspy and strained from an eight hour work day. still, despite his reluctance to being there in the first place -- a faint smile still pulls at the corners of his mouth. a smile ( albeit small ) solely reserved for her. genuine happiness he just can’t seem to replicate with anyone else. “ you alright? i brought ciroc. ” he says in a sing-song tone.
“ i think that’s a good idea , but you’re carrying it around , not me !! that sounds like a recipe for a broken nail , and i’d rather keel over than walk around with a busted manicure — could you imagine ? ” she grimaces , as if it’s truly the worst thing in the world . but that grimace is soon turning into a slight pout , reaching out to pull the bag towards her to get a closer look . “ you don’t like it ? ” thumbing over the soft leather , her lips purse in thought . “ is it because the logo’s absolutely massive ? i think that might be what’s getting you . ”
brows furrowing, gabriel thinks over the idea for a moment. “ i will not be doing that. guess you’ll be too short to reach for things for the rest of your life. just hire someone to do it. ” he tilts his head, looking over the purse again. “ no, i don’t love it. you do? ” he replies, mimicking her voice. looking it over, this time taking in every detail. he couldn’t seem to place what he didn’t like about it -- but, something just wasn’t right. until, she says it. “ it’s gotta be that. just too distracting, don’t you think?”
if there was one thing natasha hated about parties, it was the drunk ass, self-entitled jerks who thought it was fun to be loud and irritating. her lips curled in disgust as the man spoken to her. she crossed her arms over her (now soaked) shirt. “excuse me, but you’re the one with the butterfingers.” however, when gabriel steps into view, her temper dies down. instead, an expression of concern is replaced. “haha, my feelings are hurt.” natasha raised her eyebrows. “how many drinks have you had?” she glanced down at her shirt before shrugging. “it’s fine you’ll buy me a new one.”
“ weird. pretty sure you bumped into me, blondie. ” gabriel says in a small chuckle under his breath -- knowing full well his failing depth perception was likely to blame for the collusion, but still too stubborn to admit it. afterall, he’s currently trying to appear as sober as possible. and failing miserably. “ my b,” he mumbles with a half shrug. “like one or two.” he lies. “and i’m good to drive. god, you worry too much.” he adds, as if she’d even asked. truth be told, he just wanted to get ahead of the coming questions. “yeah, fine. whatever you say. ” he agrees, begrudgingly.
humming along to the song blasting through his airpods, gabriel jogs down the paved path . the sun had rose just hours ago, early morning dew still left on the grass. it’s all still so serene. this is only one of his new habits in the long list of things he’s been trying out recently to better himself -- or whatever the lady on youtube said. he found going for a morning run was a better use of his recommended mediation time than sitting in silence or doing yoga. gabriel never liked being alone with his own thoughts -- at least here, in the middle of the park there’s plenty of scenery and passersby to keep his thoughts from going too far elsewhere.
though, gabriel starts wishing the park was a little bit more empty as he notices a familiar face. he spots samuel, sat on a bench just feet away from him. having held eye contact for just a hair too long. it’s too late to turn around a pretend he didn’t see him -- no matter how much he really wanted to just walk right past him, gabriel will have to be polite for once. make small talk. he hates small talk. “hey,” he says slowing his jog, he offers the other a wave. “ i don’t... think i’ve seen you here.” he should know, he runs this path everyday for the past month. “you come here often?” he says in a chuckle -- really, he’s just trying to figure out if he’ll need to find a different park.
the music pounded throughout the house, but it did nothing for natasha’s migraine. she didn’t want to be here at all, but accepted the invitation out of politeness. nat did everything out of politeness and propriety. she sat on the beige couch watching as strangers and friends alike danced and writhed around. in her hand, there was an untouched beer bottle. natasha sighed and looked at her watch, trying to plan her escape. standing up, she decided that now was her chance. however, someone happened to block her path right as she was leaving, effectively spilling their drink on her. the bright liquid was cold against her skin and it soaked into her silk shirt. “great- just…great.”
has it been two hours? maybe three. four? gabe told himself he’d only be there for an hour. an hour, then he’d turn right back around and head home for the night. though, time is completely lost on gabriel right now. and, it seems, tonight will be added to the long list of failed restrictions he puts on himself to try to curb some of his unhealthier habits. “ fuckin’ watch it, damn.” he slurs in a grumble, trying to stabilize his red solo cup -- hardly paying any attention to the splashed drink on the girl infront of him. it takes a moment, but he recognizes her. “oh -- ! you know, i was not hoping to see you tonight. sorry about your shirt.” he says with a faint smile before taking another long sip of his drink.
stepping into the store the day a new shipment from louis vuitton came in was a surefire way to catch imogen . her shopping habit wasn’t going away any time soon , as evidenced by the large bags labeled dior , fendi , and chanel that hung haphazardly from her arms . eyes were zeroed in on one particular handbag . that pastel leather tote just had to be hers … the only problem was she had no way of reaching the display , stacked too high for her to reach , especially with the weight of her shopping bags . bottom lip juts out in a pout when she realizes it’s impossible , ready to go off on a melodramatic , ‘ woe is me ’ rant when she catches movement to the side of her , not pausing to consider who it is she’s speaking to before she’s starting , “ darling ! would you be an absolute doll and retrieve that bag for me ? ” she asks , pointing up towards it , eyelashes batting “ i tried , but i’m not tall enough ! pretty please . ”
ogling over the far overpriced louis vuitton belt buckle, gabriel has run himself quite the bill on this week’s shopping excursion with imogen . without batting an eye, this trip alone likely runs him near a few thousand -- that’s being modest. imogen and gabriel might not agree on much , but they do see eye to eye on one very important thing . luxury fashion. he lets out a sigh and turns, hearing the familiar ‘darling’ calling out to him. “ we’re gonna start carrying a little ladder for you. this is getting real exhausting. ” he jokes under his breath, making his way over. gabriel grabs the bag, looking over it. “ now -- normally, i love the pastel aesthetic. i do. but ... i’m not sure about this one...”
( jordan fisher , cismale, he/him, 23 ) omg ! i was walking yonge street downtown , and you’ll never guess who i saw . gabriel parrish ! i just saw a post about them on sixsecrets ! i think it said something like “ gabriel parrish spotted locking lips with two hollywood hotties – all in one night?! ” . isn’t that wild ? i guess it makes sense through , since they’re apparently reticent and over-indulgent . but i’ve heard they’re also valiant and passionate ! i’ll just stick to giving them the benefit of the doubt . i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous singer ! you know , i’ve actually heard rumors that redacted, but they’re just rumors … i think . i dunno . if you happen to run into them , tell them i’m their 3biggest fan ! ( raq , she/her, 20, cst )
hello! i’m raq as u probably knew and this is gabriel! i’m also jordyn’s mun! lmk if you wanna plot by either liking this or just hmu first on discord! i’ll probably post starters cause i’m feeling lowkey musey but i love to plot! below’s a link to his wanted connection list!!
wanted connection list
tws: parental neglect, addiction, i rlly think that’s... it
quick facts:
full name: gabriel jacob parrish
nicknames: gabe
age: twenty-three
date of birth: may 5th
star sign: taurus
place of birth: toronto, canada
voiceclaim / careerclaim: the weeknd
orientation: bisexual
tl;dr: a true come up story. legitimately started from the bottom. since he came from nothing, he can really over do it with using everything he does have. generally really reserved unless you know him well. a sprinkle of “mysterious” bad past he simply doesn’t want to talk about. just a laid back emo dude tbh ksjfas
more in-depth:
an extremely unexpected arrival, gabriel’s parents were highly under prepared to care for a kid. and after his birth his parents still weren’t necessarily striving to be the best parents either. born in the thorncliffe area of toronto, gabriel’s parents were hardly ever home -- leaving him with whatever neighbor, family member, or school friend’s parents they could until he was old enough to stay home alone after school. wasn’t exactly a star student. your average trouble maker, he’d often end up in detention by the end of the day. really, he was just a kid desperate for his absent parents attention good or bad.
he’d later get tangled up in the wrong crowd. it started innocently, tagging the sides of buildings and pranking their highschool teachers. however, their nefarious games would grow into something more the older they got. entangling gabe in a very long list of small crimes. arrested a dozen times, the whole troubled kid that everyone said wouldn’t go anywhere in life. the whole nine yards.
the fame came in a blur -- precisely 3 days and one fluke viral video but it felt like overnight. which is a major part of the many reason he doesn’t think he deserves it. a group of gabriel’s friends took a trip to new york for a weekend. a drunken karaoke night, one thing lead to another and he’s on the youtube trending page covering a ne-yo song after one too many shots of tequila. gabriel had always kept his love for singing & song writing under wraps. however, the momentum behind his cover kept building and building until finally he’d gained the attention of a handful his musical contemporaries caught wind of his talents, and he’d later get offered a record deal with ovo records.
it was his final ticket out of thorncliffe and to a better and brighter future. and he’d do pretty much anything to keep this new life. including paying to get his record erased.
personality:
a bit of the strong, quiet type. not much to say. hardly ever relieves anything about anything he deems his past generally pretty distant with most as he isn’t very good at getting close to people anymore . but, he’ll definitely still go to a club and order everyone a round -- just, don’t expect much of a chat with him unless you’re already friends. he is passionate, to a fault. the things he cares about -- he cares deeply for. and it’s almost impossible to convince him otherwise. coming from nothing so he almost always over does it. has almost completely thrown away his life before the fame, he’s resourceful and cares alot about maintaining his wealth , but maybe not so much his “image”.
