#hello im finally home and done socialising too

[kangyeosaang]

yeosang · ateez’s personal profile

#yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez #ateezedit #ateezgif #edits #idolnexusedit #kpopccc #ultkpopnetwork #hello im finally home and done socialising too #so i bring u huge yeos #u r welcome <3

[stephfento]

( MARGOT ROBBIE, SHE/HER, FEMALE ⟩ we’ve been keeping an eye out for TWENTY SEVEN YEAR OLD STEPHANIE FENTON lately. they have been living in WICKERY FALLS for about SEVEN YEARS but something sparked my interest more. as it turns out - the FENTON family have indeed tried their best to tuck away STEPHANIE’S IMPATIENT tendencies, but it only seems to bring out HER PROVOCATIVENESS more. according to an anonymous source, SHE can be HUMOROUS. she is a pretty cool SCHOOL NURSE most shocking of all, it seems that STEPHANIE has been keeping a secret: one that could destroy HER life, but the thing is nothing stays secret for long, especially in WICKERY FALLS.

hello hello hello ! my name is jamie i am twenty one and im from the gmt timezone !! im super excited to get stuck into this roleplay and really get to know all of you and your muses ! my alltime fave is emma roberts and a good runner up is austin butler x enough about me tho ! let me introduce you to my QUEEN stephanie.

B A C K S T O R Y

Childhood

Stephanie was born to two loving parents just outside of San Diego, California. Her mother was named Helen, who was a midwife in their local hospital, and her father, David, was a banker, which often resulted in him working long hours, he worked in the city - so by the time he got home, he didn’t really have the energy to bond with his family. Stephanie had an older sister, by three years, named Charlotte and later in her life was blessed with a little brother, with two years between them, named Alex. As they grew into young children, a bond grew between Stephanie’s older and younger sibling. While Stephanie would see the way that Charlotte and Alex would play, she would spend more time with her mother, the two of them felt as if they only really had each other in the house, and over time they formed an inseparable bond - much to the disdain of Stephanie’s siblings.

As the years went by, and Stephanie started school, the rift in their family only seemed to grow. Her parents would argue more, and her siblings would purposely stop involving Stephanie in any plans. The Fentons still portrayed the perfect suburban family image to their mutual friends, to an outsider they seemed like they had everything together, but inside their façade was an ever-growing animosity towards each other. As Stephanie settled into the first couple of years of school she started to make friends, but her mother often found ways to get between her friendships, almost a level of jealousy that anyone would take away her relationship with her daughter. Unfortunately for Stephanie, as a young child she was blinded by the trust she had for her mother. Her mother always seemed to have a good reason for Stephanie to not visit friends, or have friends over, whilst her older sister seemed to have the freedom to see whoever she wanted - but even as Stephanie saw this, she felt it best to not question her mother. Instead, she would comfort her after arguments with her father, or help her with chores around the house, just to alleviate some of the stress.

Teenage Years

As Stephanie got older, and hit her teenage years, she barely spoke with her siblings, and shared a mutual dislike of her father with her mother, as she had only heard the negative stories from her mother - Stephanie’s mother made sure that the only opinion Stephanie could form of her father was the image that her mother wanted. Stephanie found that many of her friends stopped inviting her to birthday parties etc, as she was never allowed to attend anyway. Stephanie would complain about this to her mother and receive responses such as ‘Well are they really your friends then?” or ‘If they won’t invite you places, lets have our own day out.’ Stephanie would agree to these plans without any hesitation, she felt that her mother had no reason to lie to her, and really began to believe the lies that she was being spoon-fed. Stephanie knew to not even try and get a boyfriend, knowing it would be futile, especially with her strict parents, so any attention she received from boys she ignored, even as she got to the age of wanting to experience new things, she knew it just wouldn’t be worth the hassle trying to convince her mother to let her out. Stephanie finally started to realise that she had been trapped by her mother her entire life. She tried to talk to her sister about this but her sister had no empathy towards her, and just replied coldly “At least you finally can have a life.” Stephanie knew her sister was right, but it hurt her. She had no real friends at school, no siblings to share her issues with, and no boys to keep her entertained as a teenager. Through it all, however, Stephanie still managed to finish high-school with incredible grades, which promised her a bright future. Having an empty social calendar helped her to study at home and really achieve great results at the age of seventeen.

One evening, Stephanie was talking to her mother regarding her future career plans. She felt like she wanted to either go into studying Law or Business, and started to look into these fields at colleges around the country. Stephanie’s mother didn’t seem too interested as they spoke about these areas, and seemed to tense up at the mention of Stephanie moving across the country to study. Although Stephanie knew it would upset her mother, she also knew what she wanted to do in life, and how much she wanted to achieve, so for the first time in her life, it felt like she was finally choosing her own path. She applied to colleges throughout the country, knowing that at least one or two would accept her to be able to pursue a great life for herself.

Stephanie’s freedom didn’t last long. A couple of months passed after her conversation with her mother, and nothing more had been mentioned regarding her studies. Stephanie was sat at her desk in her room, when her mother came in, a smile on her face and a letter addressed to Stephanie in her hands. She took the letter from her mother, confused, and opened it. Inside was an acceptance letter to the nursing apprenticeship scheme that had recently opened at the hospital in which Stephanie’s mother worked. Stephanie stared at the letter for a few minutes, as she tried to process the information in front of her. Her mother had done the unthinkable, and chosen Stephanie’s life path for her. Behind her back, her mother had thrown away acceptance letters and written to colleges to withdraw applications that Stephanie had spent a lot of time and effort to perfect, and applied in her name to a nursing apprenticeship. Stephanie dropped her letter and left the house, her mother calling her back, but to no avail. She soon realised she had nowhere to go. Her sister had moved out, but never answered any of Stephanie’s calls. Stephanie tried to contact colleges to allow her another chance, but nothing worked. She was too late. Her fate had been sealed by her mother. She was forced to go into nursing, to work alongside her mother in the same building. But things would never been the same between them again.

Young Adult

Stephanie forced herself through her nursing apprenticeship - not because she wanted to, but because she felt as if she had no choice. Her entire childhood, the best years of her life, had been robbed by her mother. After the college incident between the two of them, things were never the same. Her mother and father finally split up, her mother receiving a big enough payout to allow her to survive on her own salary, in a smaller house, however. Stephanie’s brother, Alex, stayed with their father, and naturally Stephanie begrudgingly ended up with her mother. For a few months, her mother tried to fix things, but nothing would ever allow Stephanie to forgive the betrayal from her mother. Eventually, her mother gave up. They avoided eachother around the house, and even more so in the hospital where they both worked. Stephanie finally knew what it was like to be free. She started to make new friends, she was going out with her colleagues and forming lasting relationships with them, and finally had her first boyfriend, a student doctor by the name of Will. Their fling ended after a few months, but Stephanie finally had her taste - and she liked it.

Stephanie completed her nursing apprenticeship with flying colours, ready to experience her new found love for life, she hunted for jobs around the country, and found a school nurse vacancy in a town a couple of states over in Colorado. She applied - and the next thing she knew she was moving to Wickery Falls. Stephanie packed all of her belongings into a couple of bags, whilst her mother was out at work, and left their house, and her sheltered life in the past, where she felt it belonged.

Stephanie has spent the past seven years in Wickery Falls, with no contact with anyone from her past life. She finally could do the things she wanted to do, when she wanted, and managed to find a love for her job, although it was never what she really wanted, she made it work. 

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Impatient

Stephanie had lost her entire childhood and now feels like she has to make back all her lost time, so she does NOT have the patience to be waiting around - especially for people. If she feels like she is wasting her time by socialising or being anywhere near people she will happily drop them. If she gives you a time, she would expect you to be five minutes early. 

Provocativeness

Stephanie’s wasted youth had her yearning after one thing that she knew she had missed out on... and that was the touch of other human beings. If she could find herself in a situation where all eyes would be on her, she would take it. The shortest dresses, the brightest lipstick, and the designer outfits. Anything to make people swoon at her feet, just so she could have her fun. The thought of being tied down to one person just doesn’t appeal - they’d have to really knock her socks off.

Humorous

Through it all though, Stephanie still knew how to have a laugh, she took pride in knowing that she could make people happy. She spent her whole life trying to make her mother happy so that was all she knew... making people happy, through her sense of humour. Even if she has to knock herself to get a laugh, the joy she receives from a smile outweighs all her emotions.

Wanted Connections !!

Ex-Love Fling

male or Female muses to have had a fling with stephanie over the past 7 years, could have ended badly, a one time thing, im up for any of the dramaaaa x

Current Love Fling

as above, but still going on ! could be fwb, an affair ( ! ) or someone trying to finally crack through stephanie’s hard shell against relationships and be the one x

Ex-Student

someone that went to almeda high school where Stephanie is a nurse, did stephanie help with an issue, did your muse hate miss fenton? is your muse a parent that may have needed to talk to stephanie in the past?

Friends

best friends since they met? on and off friends? friends to eachothers face but secretly hate eachother? stephanie is still learning what real friends are and your muse could be one of hers !

Enemies

ex-friends? did stephanie have an affair with your muses love interest? did stephanie do something wrong? did your muse do something even worse?

Plus Many More

those are just a few ideas! i love to plot and brainstorm and figure out the best options so dont think this is a list of the only things i want! if you had any ideas throw them my way id love to chat to you all x

#wickeryfallsintro #☆.。.:*・[ intro ]

[aspiringhorrorauthor]

Hey who wants to hear the miserable story about how I had to deal with loneliness this year? Feel free to scroll on I just need to write it down to, I suppose close the chapter on the story? Read if your curious, or maybe also need guidance, or just want to learn some tips on how to help someone dealing with it. This will be poorly structured it’s just... getting it off my chest I guess.

People talk sometimes about university students often struggling with loneliness, and often going overlooked because they’re not seen as ‘vulnerable’ as other populations. I mean, look! They’re in a city! They go out every night and piss off the locals! They can’t be lonely!

It started back in 2018 (yup, that far back), when my friends decided that it would be better for my mental health if I didn’t live with them. No lie, that was the actual fucking reason. I was heartbroken; I’ve missed out on a lot of typical “growing up! Yay!” Type things because of my mental health, trauma and bullying and the fact that “living with friends” was gonna be added to the list was fucking heart breaking. But I dealt with it, because I had no where else to turn. No one else to move in with. I cried for like 2 hours solid after they so sweetly told me they didn’t want to live with me because I have *anxiety*. Not even one of the quote unquote “””scary””” mental illnesses (which would have been a MAJOR dick move), just plain old anxiety attacks and hiding from people to calm down. I proceeded to have break downs every Wednesday for 3 months while searching for somewhere to live, bc it was always a stabbing reminder that I was so unwanted.

(They planned to move in with 2 other people so it’s not even like they were only searching for a flat to fit *just* them)

I study 300 miles away from home, literally the exact opposite part of the country. Despite not having many friends growing up I was never lonely because I had a great family who would always chase it away. Maybe I was lonely a bit at school, but I could always come home and my parents chased it away. It was recurrent, but not constant.

I got a place for the new academic year. Studio flat, great location, tiny and over priced to Hell but I was in a safe area which was great because *no one was looking out for me anymore*. I didn’t have flat mates to check I was alive everyday, no one to chat to when I got home. If I got sick, I was completely on my own. My next door neighbour is lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she’s a working professional, and I’m a second year student. Everyone else in studio flats are mature students, masters, phD students or working people. And me. I have so little in common with these people it’s tough to start a conversation with them.

My birthday is early in the academic year, so we didn’t celebrate it until about a month after. Half of my friends didn’t even bother, no card, no presents. Okay, fine, I’m not materialistic, but acknowledgement would have been nice I suppose. This is the only time they came around my flat, and they are the cake I baked to celebrate.

But they inexplicably started to just stop interacting with me. There were 5 of us, they’d pair up in lectures and only talk between themselves between lectures and left me sat quietly trying to speak to someone, ANYONE, because hello? I haven’t got FLATMATES. I talk to NO ONE outside of this “friendship” group. They don’t seem to care much, they just keep telling me how wonderful it must be to live in a studio.

They invited me round to celebrate another friend’s birthday at their shared flat. He gets presents from everyone, including the two that left me out. Their flat looks lived in, there’s board games out while I don’t have room for any of them in mine. They’ve got bean bags everywhere it looks so damn nice. “But your kitchen is bigger than ours!” Eve tried to tell me (an absolute LIE), but they don’t roll out of bed and immediately land in the kitchen. They don’t have to chose between watching tv, eating or living the flat any time they want to dry clothes bc there’s no room. I want to cry throughout the visit, I storm off once were done. I don’t know why. I know now.

Loneliness feels like a weight on your chest. It’s a double edged sword where both edges only cut you. You desperately seek interaction but it also upsets you. I wanted to hang out at their flat because I hadn’t hung out with them in nearly a month at this point, but when I got there I realised they hung out together every. Single. Night. While I cried alone in my room. It made everything so much worse. And they laughed it off.

They stopped posting in the group chat, they talked to me even less. Never invited me out, but there’s no way I could prove *they* went out so it was pointless complaining about it. I was meant to go to a concert with one of them, I reminded her about tickets an entire month before, offered to buy hers. She cancelled 5 hours beforehand. I went alone.

It was a Toyah concert. I fought back sobs in the opening song “Good morning universe”, because it repeatedly asks “how are you today?”. I was awful. I finally had it figured out. I was lonely, isolated, and I didn’t know what to do.

Before anyone gets too sad, the story only continues for 2 weeks past this concert.

1st November, they joke about how Blake, friend number 4, practically lives at their flat, and I get angry. Why does HE get to live there? Blake has flatmates, Blake’s not alone! I should be practically living there because there’s NOTHING in my flat but silence. The internet is on the fritz and I’ve yet to figure out the tv, I don’t even have background noise except the kettle! I storm off, vow to never interact with them again.

I go out for drinks with my neighbour for her birthday. She buys me a pint of coke bc I don’t drink. I hate coke, but I drink it all and chat with her friends. It was a great night.

That weekend I bake pumpkin cake and bread for knitting society, and calm down. I overreacted a bit surely. One more chance, that’s all I’ll give them. The cake and bread doesn’t all get eaten at the society so I bring some for them on the Monday.

Tuesday night is bonfire night. I sit in my flat wishing I could go out and see them rather than just hear them, but I don’t know where to go. I have no one to go with.

Wednesday im sat in lectures beside them, and a friend not in the group but still a friend comes over to chat. One of them excitedly tells her about how they went to a display last night “look at these photos I got of (friend in group)!” I ask if they went out last night, the phone is quickly put away, they ignore me. I ask again. The friend outside of the group is confused and leaves before the lecture starts. I spend 3 hours with loneliness ripping out my lungs, because how could they? They could’ve dropped me a message to say they were going and I could meet up, but they didn’t even do that? Why?

After the lectures finished I corner one of them. The first of my friends at university. The first person on my course I befriended. “Did you go out last night?” “Yes” “without me?” Another runs up “it was last minute it wasn’t planned!” Laughs it off. So I rush off. I don’t say good bye. That was it.

I went home and cried. Told my parents what happened. Cried down the phone to them. “It’s time to cut ties with them”. I know it is. It’s still hard.

So yeah. Miserable story. But any sad story should have a happy ending, right?

Yes.

The next day I told someone what had happened. She immediately called it bullshit and invited me to join her friends. They’re really nice. I like them.

I left the old group chat. No explanation, just “I’m hanging out with X now. Laters” and I left. I wrote my frustrations and explanation in a shitty poem, called it shitty in the poem itself, but also said they didn’t deserve better. They didn’t deserve even that, so I didn’t send it. I think it was a very sexy decision of mine.

But most importantly, through the hardest points, most of my weekly socialisation every week came from the two societies im part of: my society (knitting) and the nerd society. 4 1/2 hours a week of socialising isn’t enough, surprisingly. But it got me through.

But more importantly are the people I met there. I don’t want to tell them what happened, I fear they’ll be upset that they didn’t help more, but they helped so damn much. So much more than could ever be expected from anyone. That final Wednesday, when I’d cried my heart out, 2 people texted me out of the blue and lifted my spirits so much I laughed that evening where I’d cried in the day. Stupid texts too. “Baby rabbits and kittens, cos you’re a vet right?” And “I only just got this message, I would have LOVED some pumpkin cake 🙁”. Poor lads probably weren’t expecting the wild conversations we had afterwards but friendships blossomed from it. Sorry new friend, hope you like the cheese scone recipe you definitely did NOT see coming that day.

The society meets on a Thursday, but it was to be a video watching thing more than a social thing. Loneliness was still tearing me up inside, I wanted to talk to someone damnit! But I went because I needed cheering up. I laughed so hard, I sang theme songs with others, and we all went to the pub afterwards. I’d never been before, I planned to leave at half 10 so I could shower and go to sleep in reasonable time for a 9am lab. I got chatting to the cake boy at 22:25. By the time we left the bar and he’d had his fill of chocolate rolls at my flat (I offered, he was hungry and Sainsbury’s was closed) and I was in bed, it was 00:40. Oops.

But I wasn’t lonely anymore.

Whats there to learn? I suppose don’t take advantage of your friends. If someone is living alone, check on them OFTEN. Make sure you don’t just pair up for conversations in lectures. Invite people round more.

And don’t under estimate the power of a text message. The lack of one ruined one friendship, one daft one about pumpkin cake built another.

(And I baked cookies for my new friends and we ate them in front of the old friends. Get rekt).

#long post #loneliness

[otp-bumbleby]

I present: one smol snippet from the infant-stage of an AU where it's RWBY but it's like college and not combat school and Blake's forming a book club because she's a dork and Yang is, as usual, a bigger dork

“Ilia, apparently tea and coffee are luxury items now. I'll have to bring my own from home unless I want to go broke.” The new voice floated into the room, sadness clear underneath the irritation.

Yang turned to who she assumed was the person she was waiting on, hearing her make a noise of surprise. Which was followed by a more than normal stretch of silence as she appraised Yang.

Normally, she'd have felt no shame at this, but suddenly Yang felt awkward. She raised her hand and waved stupidly, saying hello. And had to hold in any reaction when she finally saw two pointed ears poking out of black hair, twitching at the metallic jingling the zippers on her sleeves made.

“Oh,” she finally said, setting the takeaway cups down. “Can I help you?”

The blonde nodded enthusiastically. “I’m here to sign up my little sister. To your club.”

“Oh,” she sounded mildly surprised this time. “Would you like a form?” Before she could offer one herself, Ilia grabbed one; almost toppling the whole pile, and thrust it towards Yang.

“If you have any questions, I'm sure Blake would be happy to answer them for you,” Ilia added, fumbling to also hand over a pen.

Yang took both with a thank-you. Ilia seemed less intimated and more...enthralled. She didn't want to be cliché, but her gaydar was rarely wrong - and it takes one to know one. Unfortunately, she wasn't here to find girls, even if they liked her biker-aesthetic that she had spent countless hours perfecting.

She turned her attention back to the quieter of the pair. “So, Blake, right? I'm Yang. Long story short, my little sister Ruby just got skipped ahead two years and she's kind of freaking out about socialising. She loves reading but was too afraid to join your club without me, sooo...can I have two forms?”

Another piece of paper appeared, Ilia piping up. “You definitely can.”

Blake, however, paused for a moment. Yang knew she probably looked like the last person that'd be in a book club, but that was just stereotyping. She was more worried that she'd somehow offended someone she just met, sensing some kind of apprehension from Blake that clearly didn't exist for Ilia.

Still, her face was neutral. “You’re signing up too?”

Yang counted it as a win that she wasn't frowning. She wanted to see her smile, so she turned to a joke. “Yup, it's like a two-for-one thing.”

No dice. Blake just asked her another question. “If you don't mind me asking, you're only going to come to make your sister feel more comfortable?”

“Yeah, I just want to help her make friends. She's nervous about being the only fifteen year old around,” Yang replied, twiddling the pen between her fingers, hoping to make them sympathetic towards her kid sister.

“That’s understandable. I've never heard of a fifteen year old getting into Beacon.” If Blake was shocked, she hid it very well.

Yang considered herself a people person; getting a read on people wasn't usually difficult, but this girl had her interest piqued.

She quickly started jotting down her and Ruby's details, starting to remember that she had somewhere to be. Her brain went into autopilot, making conversation. She'd have to hang out with them anyway, so trying to make friends was a good step. “Professor Ozpin wanted to move her up, so she couldn't refuse. If you could not make a big deal out of it, I think she would feel better, I'd owe you guys one.”

“Duly noted,” Blake said, eyeing her frantic scribbling, “I have to say, I wouldn't have taken you as the reading type.”

Pausing, Yang couldn't help but faux gasp, silently thanking Blake for the opportunity to have some fun - even if she had stereotyped her - maybe this time Blake might react and not stare at her like she had her literal foot in her mouth.

“Oh, no, my secret! I can't read!” It was a little dramatic, not overly; she'd had plenty of practice nailing the balance to entertain her sister over the years.

And Yang cracked one eye open to find Blake fighting a smirk. Whether she thought Yang was an idiot or genuinely found her funny, it didn't matter. It was probably dangerous that she was going to such lengths for a stranger she had just met. In fact, it was definitely dangerous; Yang wanted that smile - the one that wanted to break free, that only gave her the slightest satisfaction of knowing she hadn't really done anything to deserve it but it existed anyway - all for herself. And that was bad, because Yang was pretty fucking gay.

So, it was totally reasonable in her brain that she proceeded to flirt with this stranger at the next immediately available second.

“Maybe you could teach me, though?”

Her gaydar wasn't reacting to Blake, but it was safe to say her subconscious was. Maybe she should learn to read signals instead. She promised herself a long talking to- oh, wait-

tbc

You can also find more of my creative content here: @forgetspecifics

#bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #ilia amitola #rwby fanfiction #bumbleby fanfiction #au fanfiction #i hope you enjoyed but not too much because you probably wont ever see it finished or die trying #otp #whoowowo can u tell i am a little rusty! #its been what like four decades since i posted writing or i dont know i forget #bmblb #rwby bumblebee

[tea-andbagels]

playground troubles

plot summary: reader goes for a lil walk by themselves and eventually finds themselves in a situation in need of help.

trigger warnings: none

pairing: jordan parrish x reader

a/n: ok ps i know this is like a year overdue iM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW YEAR 2 WAS GONNA BE SO STRESSFUL anyway here it is i hope u like it and don’t hate me for not uploading this sooner iM SORRY I LOVE U also sorry for the cliche ending i couldn’t decide how to end it buT EITHER WAY I HOPE U LIKE IT!!!!!

You were embracing being alone as of late,and it was a nice feeling. Not having to force yourself to socialise and stuff. It used to bother you,being alone,but you found the little joy it brings you.

And today,you decided to go for a walk in the forest. It was autumn,so it was kind of chilly,which you love. So here you were walking the trail,music blasting from your pocket,humming along to it as you just took in the beautiful landscape around you. Being around nature made you happy too,it made you appreciate the little things.

After about half an hour of walking,you stumbled across an old playground right in the middle of the forest. It did look creepy at first but you decided to fool around. You only live once right? (omg cRINGEEEE)

So you ran up the steps, unleashing the inner kid in you,going down the pole, running back up again, now proceeding to the slide. You took the ‘highest’ one and then proceeded to the smaller one.

Halfway through the small one,you got stuck. You even tried wiggling yourself out. It didn’t work. God damn you big hips. So you being the smartass you were,managed to somehow press on the home button long enough to activate Siri.

“Siri call Niko.” you said loudly and clearly.

“calling Jordan Parrish” siri mentioned.

“how the fuck did you get Parrish from Niko Siri?!” you exclaimed as the dial tone went on.

“hello?” Parrish spoke up from the other end.

“uh hi.”

“are you in trouble?”

“uh no? i was meant to call Niko but Siri called you instead.”

“so you are in trouble?”

“uhhh.”

“its probably something stupid right?”

“no comments.”

You heard him sigh. “where are you?”

“the old playground at the old trail.”

“jesus. don’t move or whatever. i’ll be there as soon as i can.”

“thanks Jordan.”

“did you just call me by my first name?”

“ending the call!”

and then it was silent.

“you didn’t.” he spoke up.

“just come and get me please.” you sighed.

“right. okay.” and then he hung up.

So you stayed stuck in the slide for what felt like an hour. But really it was 15 minutes.

“y/n?” you heard Parrish call out.

“I’m in the slide.” you said sighing.

“what?”

“THE SMALL SLIDE PARISH.” You heard the rustling of leaves then someone coming up the steps. You looked up and u saw him looking down at you trying not to laugh. “just laugh man. but once you’re done please please please get me out.” you sighed feeling a little embarrassed. He just let out a small laugh before walking away. He then went to the end of the slide and pulled your legs to help you out.

“what made you think this was a good idea?” he said as he pulled you out.

“i don’t know,i could fit in to the other one.”

“obviously. thats the bigger one.”

“there’s no harm in trying both okay Parrish. Let me live.”

“i just can’t believe you got stuck in a god damn slide at a playground thats like 10 years old.” he said laughing as you finally got out.

“i can breathe.” you said inhaling the fresh air.

“yeah,10 year old playgrounds are never a good idea. keep that in mind.”

“alright mum.” you said rolling your eyes.

“I’m so glad i got to see that happen.”

“we shall never speak of today’s events ever again. only Niko shall know about this. no one else.” you said as you began walking away.

“whats in it for me?”

“whatever you want,Parrish.” you said jokingly.

“go on a date with me? if you want. its fine if you say no. i respect your decision.” he began rambling.

#teen wolf imagine #jordan parrish imagine #parrish x reader #jordan parrish x reader