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natashafms​

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. 

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ofmallory​:

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? ”  

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ft. mallory ( @ofmallory​ )

          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.

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          “  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?” 

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natashafms​:

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. 

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 ft. sam ( @ofsamuels​ ) 

            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. 

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              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.  

starter: open

location: house party

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.” 

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             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...”  

          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  .  ”

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( 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”.

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