#parrish fanfic

[writingsofspn]

Connection - Jordan Parrish x Fem!Reader (Part 1)

You’re Sheriff Stilinski’s daughter and you’re meeting Deputy Parrish for the first time at dinner; and a connection is revealed.

Y/N = Your Name

Part 2

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“Hey Y/N, my new Deputy is coming over for dinner later. Are you home? If you are, then I’ll set another plate at the table.” Your dad asked you, just as you were about to leave for school; your brother, Stiles, telling you to hurry up from the wheel of his jeep.

“Yeah I am. Kira cancelled our plans tonight so I’ll just stay home.” You replied, holding your hand out to Stiles to signal that you won’t be long.

“Okay then, I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“See you later, love you too.”

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You slammed the door shut and stomped up the stairs. You were in a bad mood. Stiles had said he’d give you a ride home that morning, and then bailed on you last minute to go do something with Scott. You threw your bag onto your bed and changed straight into cooler clothes. It was a summer heatwave, and the dress code at school practically had you melting in class; you’d been looking forward to changing out of your jeans all day.

No one was home yet, so you called your dad and asked him if he wanted you to start cooking dinner.

“Yeah that would be great, I’ll probably be home in an hour.”

“Okay. See you later.”

You hung up the phone and got out the pots and pans and stuff. You passed the time, easing your bad mood by cooking and listening to music until you heard your dad’s car pull up. You heard two voices and your stomach lurched.

New deputy. Coming for dinner. Now.

‘Oh god. Oh god.” You ran out of the kitchen as fast as you could so you could get upstairs and change into something that revealed a little less skin but just as you got to the bottom of the stairs, the door opened and you heard your dad greet you.

“Hey Y/N...”

He looked you up and down and raised and eyebrow.

“This is the new Deputy, Jordan Parrish.”

Jordan stepped through the door and he looked up. As soon as he looked up, you guys made eye contact. This energy overcame the both of you, an energy so strong it almost felt like you were about to pass out. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, and it was difficult to notice anything else around you.

“Y/N? Parrish? Hello?” Your dad said, clicking his fingers in front of you both. You shook your head and the world came back to life. You could still feel the pull between you and Parrish. He continued to stare and you thought Did he feel that too?

“H...Hi Y/N, I’m Jordan. Nice to finally meet you, your dad talks about you all the time.” He looked awe-struck as he held his hand out for you to shake. You stared at it and slowly brought your hand up to reciprocate the action. As soon as you touched, you could feel a flow of energy. You smiled up at him and quickly took your hand away.

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“That was a lovely dinner, thank you very much.” Jordan said to you, he stood in the doorway, his eyes lingering a little longer than they should have.

“It’s okay. My spaghetti is famous around here.” You giggled. “It was nice to meet you, see you soon.” You stared at him and could feel yourself staring a bit too long, but then shook your head, waved your fingers and went back into the house.

“Sorry. Um...see you tomorrow Sherrif.” Jordan said.

“Uh...yeah bye Parrish. Good to have you over, see you tomorrow.” Your dad said, shaking Parrish’s hand and shutting the door.

“Y/N Stilinski, what was that?” Your dad called.

“What was what?” You replied, going up the stairs and up to your room, a small smile on your face.

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A/N: I think I’ll do a part 2 to this, maybe even making a series hahaha I don’t know. I have a few ideas. Hope you liked it:)

[skeletonwoman]

The Good Life (Parrish)

I’M BACK. CAN YOU GUYS BELIEIVE IT? I’m so sorry i was gone so long, i had so few ideas and even less of a will to write- which was made worse by the guilt i felt at leaving you all hanging (so here’s a sappy happy Parrish)

“Kiss me.” You grinned and Jordan rolled his eyes. You felt one of his hands slide down and cup your behind, using to pull you against him just that little bit closer. The car around you was a comfort, yours and his jumpers in the back seat, the smell of your boyfriend in the air.

You met is eyes, your own hands fisting his shirt. It was a battle of wills. Who would give in first.

You slowly licked your lips and practically saw flames in his eyes as his head ducked down, his lips crushing against your own. You relished the force. Jordan was always so sweet, so caring and so gentle. When it came to the physical though, he liked to play around, test boundaries and try new things.

One thing that never changed was his communication, luckily.

His mouth detached from yours, nibbling, licking and kissing his way down your jaw and throat. You felt his teeth bite down on your earlobe and you gasped.

“Jordan.” You whispered breathlessly and the sound he made set you afire. Your hands released his shirt shakily, sliding and tangling in his chestnut hair, mussing the perfectly combed strands. His hand squeezed your thigh, tugging at your shirt, asking, and you huffed a laugh.

But it was also a sign that you had to stop. You had to get back to work, you were likely late, and his shift likely would start soon. Gently, you extricated your hands from where they’d been clutching his hair, instead smoothing and fixing the adorably sticking up mess.

“Work.” You whined, fingers now smoothing the creases you’d caused on his shirt and he sighed, sitting back against the seat, though his hands still held you. Possessively, claimingly, lovingly.

“Can’t we just… Never go to work? Go home?” He pouted, his mouth small and unhappy and you blushed. His face lit up at your blush. It was your tell, your cheeks always blossomed when you were extra happy. The day he’d learned that, he’d looked like he had found the secrets to the universe. You didn’t doubt he had remembered every time you’d been together before then, searching for your blushing cheeks in each memory.

“We could do that…” You hummed and he used the hands that held your hips to grind you against him. Your breath hitched a moment and his grin grew.

“Oh no you don’t!” You laughed, batting his hands away from you and climbing back to the passenger seat. “Drive. Take me to work.”

Your keys clicked in the doorway and you dropped them on the side table as you passed through the entry, eyes barely seeing as you went through the motions.

You heard his footsteps padding from the kitchen before he materialised, his face happy to see you and full of love. You couldn’t help the way your heartbeat slowed down at the sight of him, relaxed energy flooding through your limbs. You’re home, you’re safe, you’re loved.

“Babe, Bolognese?” He asked, hands massaging you against your skin like a cat as he held you. You groaned softly at the feeling, melting into the familiarity that was him, the smell, the feeling, even the rhythm of his breaths.

“Mhm.” You hummed, hand reaching for your back pocket casually, fingers pinching the paper and quickly holding it directly in front of his face.

You watched his eyes take it in, confusion written in the two lines that separated his brows and you grinned.

“Who do I give this to, I’d like to make a purchase?” You smirked and he sighed, head falling back as he struggled to contain likely all the thoughts and feelings running through his head. That moment, so long ago had been the clincher in your mind, the moment you decided that this was the man you were going to end up with. The man who was outraged to only cost five dollars, was the man you could easily fall in love with, and very likely never fall back out.

“You’re horrible. It was one time.” He groaned and you giggled, dropping the five dollar note and pressing a kiss to his neck, trailing kisses upward.

You paused on his ear, nibbling and sucking and he groaned again, more of a growl this time.

You continued the trail, his hands massaging harder, definitely like a cat, and pressing you to the thickness growing against your thigh.

“Is that your gun, or are you just happy to see me?” You smirked, holding in your giggle and he released you, inhaling deeply and giving you an outraged look.

“I am much more impressive than a gun and you know it.” His expression was so offended that you barked a laugh, making it worse.

You watched him turn, shaking his head and giving you a distrusting glare over his shoulder as he disappeared back into the kitchen and you blushed.

Still smiling, you went upstairs and got changed.

Life, for once, was lovely and simple and normal.

literally: short and sweet

xoxo