#fat!parrish

[sterekchub]

Simple prompt: new doughnut shop completely ruins the Beacon Hills police force.

It takes a shockingly short amount of time. Stiles comes home for a surprise summer break, after his sophomore year of college. He can't really afford the plane ticket for every holiday, and he calls his dad and the rest of the pack enough he doesn't feel too homesick. But 2 years away is still a lot, so he saves up, buys a surprise ticket home without telling anyone, and decides to pop into the Sheriff's station. Surprise his dad, say hi to Parrish and Derek. Beacon Hills hasn't changed much. He takes the same route as always in his rental car, mourning not taking the jeep with him to the academy. The only new thing that stands out is the donut shop. Stiles had never seen fresh donuts in Beacon. Chain coffee shops with mediocre donuts, sure. But nothing with a cutesy little sign, bright colors, smiling donut logo standing out against the street. He curious, hungry, and figures if his presence isn't enough of a surprise, the donuts will be a nice treat (because he constantly texts his dad to make sure he's following his diet, and texts Parrish and Derek to make sure they're watching him) The shop is clearly a new LEVEL of donut. They box of a dozen the smiling cashier hands Stiles feels like it weighs a solid 5 pounds. The baked goods look *dense*. All of them with a filling or some crazy topping. Far from the plain glazed or basic options the station usually got. These are filled to bursting with cream, frosting, jelly, peanut butter fudge...

His car smells amazing and Stiles MIGHT sneak one on the rest of the ride, frantically wiping off the evidence as he walks into the Sheriff's station. Where it's clear within seconds that his dad does not deserve any donuts as a treat. Every deputy in the place, from the Sheriff to the officer at the front desk, looks like their uniforms are easily a size or two too small. The way there are gaps appearing between the buttons. Material - already unflattering- stretched thin against bulging bellies and back rolls and wider behinds. Upper arms getting soft, the short sleeve uniforms cutting into flab just above their elbows. Seams looking like they might pop with any movement. The Sheriff has the start of a double chin now. Softer, noticeable potbelly just starting to hang over his belt. A very clear stain by one of his buttons that is either chocolate or jam. Office chair a little more snug, with barely 2 inches of space left before his love handles start pressing into the sides. The front desk as Stiles walks in, the break room he passes, and the desk of almost every deputy he passes, has an empty or nearly empty donut box. Parrish is missing a button on his uniform, almost dead center, where is belly is widest, right above his belly button. Derek is leaning against his desk doing paperwork, edge of the desk pressing into his gut, and Stiles is sure that had Derek not turned around to greet him, that gut would have been resting on top of the desk instead It's not a small gain. It's a noticeable jump. Stiles hates to think higher, so...sticks with telling himself no more than 80lbs (which is...at least fifty pounds too low). The Sheriff brushes off the questions on his diet. "Jeeze, kid. Your old man is fine, quit worrying. Just some middle-age spread." Is grateful that Stiles won't be around long enough to see the deputies in action. The gradually more and more out of shape police force - either because they're too full to consider running, or they're like the Sheriff and haven't stepped foot into the station's gym in over two years. There's a lot of time criminals are hauled in by red-faced, sweating deputies. (Who then make up for the exhaustion by guzzling down sodas and helping themselves to a donut or two). He also doesn't answer the "Is this because of that new donut shop?! How many have you had?" The answer is...too many too count. The Sheriff can only think of how many stops he's made there. Or that they're such regular customers, the shop has been more than willing to deliver a few dozen boxes, every morning. And even then...if the deputies are out on patrol? They stop and help themselves to a few more. The police cruises smell like bake shops, now. Which makes it...distracting to drive around and just think about food. While Stiles is in town for the summer? They actually show restraint. The Sheriff has to shut down "Daily Donuts" and change them to how they were - once a week. The Sheriff mutters that 'Stiles is going to kill me' and Derek and Parrish actually try their best to take a different route on their regular surveillances so they don't need to be temped by the donut shop. As soon as the Sheriff waves goodbye and drops Stiles off at the airport? He drive straight to the donut shop, orders 2 dozen, and sits in his cruiser. Fills himself with the heavy dough, the sweet filling, almost moaning with enjoyment as he crams bite after bite into his mouth, crumbs and powdered sugar covering his uniform. Eats until his stomach is aching with the pounds of donuts in it, and even then, the Sheriff just fumbles for his waistband to undo his belt and button, give himself more room to finish off one or to more, before driving back to the stations. Comes back in, one hand rubbing the side of his stuffed gut, and stifles a belch as he tells Parrish that Daily Donuts is back. Stiles won't see him until his graduation in 2 years...he won't need to know how many donuts the Sheriff can fit in before then.

[sterekchub]

Parrish looked on in concern as his boss spent his days "doing paperwork", which was code for "you run the station, I'm going to lock myself in my office, blinds down, and fill my face with doughnuts and cream until I pop a button on this 4Xl shirt". He had never actually said that to Parrish, but it was quite obvious from the state the sheriff waddled out in after a couple of hours, cream dribbling onto his new second chin.

Parrish wanted to say something but neither he mor any of the deputies could say much; Noah always brought in enough doughnuts for everyone as a way to assuage his own embarrassment, and everyone had indulged a little bit too much, Parrish included. The weight gain amongst the officers wasn't nearly as dramatic as their super sized sherriff--an overhang here, a double chin there--but it was enough to make everyone mind their own damn business. Especially Parrish, who, whilst still fairly lean and fit, had growing very pear shaped recently, a development that had not escaped Noah's notice. It was almost enough to make the overfed officer want to cut back so he could rejoin him on patrol, just to get a glimpse of those fat cheeks clapping as Parrish pursued a suspect. Almost.

It's a perk of the job. The Sheriff makes sure his deputies get their bonuses. He's fair to everyone. Tries to let people go with as many warnings as possible. Doesn't tolerate excessive force. Has managed to keep the Mayor and the government from looking to hard at the incidences of supernatural where the reports get fudged and wouldn't hold up if looked at closer. They try not to look too hard at Chris Argent and the handful of odd teens around his son's age coming in and looking involved. So - none of their business. Head now, keep working. As far as they're concerned, whatever the Sheriff wants to do, that's his business. He's got their support. And lately most of that is the Sheriff going out in the field less and less, and only offering to do more and more paperwork. Which - is everyone's least favorite part, so no complaints there. No one mentions the clear connection that more paperwork means the Sheriff is locked in his office a lot of the time. Or about all the "upgrades" Parrish has been seen lugging into the office. The mini fridge. The weekly delivery of grocery bags that are filled with his snack restock. It seems like Noah hasn't been able to STOP eating and snacking through his entire shift. The gaps between the few buttons left on his shirt still bravely hanging on make that clear. Or the overflowing trash bin in his office of soda bottles and candy wrappers. Parrish blames it on being the one the Sheriff takes to go out on calls. Calls which are always supernatural in nature, so really Noah is going to just clean up afterwards. Let the hunters and witches and wolves and whatever else is in the pack of his take care of it - Noah is supervising only. But always stops somewhere for lunch. And to bring more donuts back to the office, and Parrish can't stop himself from joining in.