Teen Wolf Jordan Parrish Smut and Imagines

I Mean It

It was one of those days.

You know, the ones where you just can’t bring yourself to physically get out of bed and do something. 

Yeah. These were becoming more frequent, despite the fact that I was taking my medication regularly. I laid there, stuck in an in-between state of sleep and being awake. God, I just wanted to sleep. 

Finally, I decided to at least move to the couch where I could lay down and half pay attention to some mind-numbingly boring television show. On my way, I stopped to make some coffee, despite the fact it was only just after 3 in the afternoon. 

As I waited for my drink to brew, I caught sight of my appearance in the reflective surface of a window. With a horrified expression, I took in my pale skin, heavy bags resting under my bloodshot eyes. My hair was a ratty mess, sticking up in every which way. The sight was enough to bring tears to my eyes. Again.

Blinking them back, I grabbed a mug and tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I poured myself some coffee, shuffling back to the couch where I plopped down, curling myself into a ball. I stared blankly ahead of me, silent tears leaking down my cheeks.

God, what is wrong with me? I kept thinking to myself. I just didn’t get it, didn’t understand why I couldn’t just shake it off and pull myself together. It was so frustrating, feeling incomplete all the damn time. I mean, what could possibly be missing from my life? 

As my thoughts rambled on, my tears turned to soft sobs, shaking my chest gently. I buried my face in my knees, knuckles turning white as my hands stayed tightly wrapped around myself. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, but a series of knocks on my front door pulled me back to the present. 

With a sigh, I stood and stretched my aching muscles. I tried to pull myself together enough to at least crack open the door and see who was there and what they wanted. I wiped my face off, hoping it wasn’t too noticeable that I had been crying for the past...two hours?! I was shocked when I checked the time. I made my way to the door, pulling it open to reveal none other than my best friend standing there, looking at me like he thought I was dying or something.

“Y/N?” he asked, eyes studying me. “You weren’t at the cafe when I got there. Is everything alright? You look like you’ve been crying.” Shit, I had forgotten about meeting up with him. 

“I’m alright,” I lied. Parrish saw right through that. Tears sprang to my eyes yet again, this time because of guilt for lying to this man that had done nothing but be sweet and kind toward me since we met.

“Come on, don’t give me that,” Jordan said, his voice soft as he stepped closer. Without thinking, I collapsed into his arms, letting myself melt against his chest. A bit surprised, Parrish picked me up and carried me inside, closing the door behind us. He walked over to the couch, sitting down and carefully pulling me on his lap, allowing me to soak his shirt. 

I’m not sure how long we stayed that way, but Parrish didn’t seem to mind. He just stroked my back, rubbed small circles, ran his hands through my hair, placed tiny kisses to the top of my head, whispered sweet nothings to me. Finally, I began to calm down, my eyes running out of tears. When my breathing evened out, Jordan cupped my face and pulled me away from him.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” he asked quietly, concern heavy in his eyes. I just shook my head, not knowing where to start. “You know you can talk to me. About anything.”

“I just-” I started, huffing loudly as i paused. “I don’t understand what’s so wrong with me.” He gave me a quizzical look, urging me to explain. “I’m so lazy, and emotional, and just...worthless!”

“Hey, that is not true.” His tone was firm, but voice gentle. “You are an amazing woman, don’t ever say something like that about yourself.”

“It’s true, Jordan!” I insisted, scrambling to stand up now. I began pacing in front of him, letting all my thoughts fly out of my mouth. “I don’t understand! The tiniest things set me off nowadays. That isn’t how it’s supposed to be! I’m unmotivated, unhappy. It’s getting harder to get up in the mornings again. Not to mention, my appearance is a joke. I can’t even bother to remotely put myself together! Why? Just...why? I’ve been taking my  meds like I’m supposed to-”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down,” he interrupted, grabbing my hands and pulling me down next to him. “Meds? What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I..I take medication...” I trailed, eyes dropping to the floor. I had never told anyone about this before, so I didn’t know how he would react. “A few years ago, I was diagnosed with depression.”

“Y/N...” Jordan whispered, his eyes filling with sadness. He brought a hand up to cup my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. 

“I just...I try really hard, I do. But sometimes it just- sneaks back up on me in fits,” I admitted. I was getting overly emotional again, I could feel it.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“I’ve actually...never told anyone,” I admitted, meeting his soft eyes finally. His mouth parted slightly as he studied me, taking in my words. “I didn’t know how you’d react. Plus, I didn’t want you to think that I was...a freak or something.”

“Y/N, I would never think that! Especially because of something like this.” Jordan paused before crushing me against his chest. “Come here.” I let him hug me, resting my hands on his large arms. “I’m here, okay? For anything you need.”

“Thank you, Jordan,” I told him, a genuine grin on my face as I pulled away. 

“I mean it, Y/N,” he insisted with a smile. I chuckled a bit, nodding my head. 

“I know you do.”