#parrish imagine

[theimagineparadise]

Imagine Parish always protecting you against the bad guys.

[make-me-imagine]

Prompt: “I am personally offended you didn’t get me to be your fake date”

Requested by anon :)

Characters: Reader x Parrish. Mentioned Peter x reader

Gender: Neutral

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“What is wrong with you Parrish? Your acting all huffy” the deputy had been annoying you all night. You were already having a rough day. Your sister came into town, demanding that she meet your new boyfriend that you didn’t have.

When she showed up you were with Peter. So naturally, she assumed he was your boyfriend, to your dismay instead of denying it, he went along with it. You assumed it was because he liked seeing you squirm. Plus now he had an excuse to embarrass and flirt with you. You hated him.

“I’m just-” Parrish was struggling getting his words out. “I am personally offended you didn’t get me to be your fake date, okay? I mean, Peter? You asked Peter?” as soon as the words left his mouth he started to blush.

After a moment of silence you started giggling “Your jealous? That’s what your in a huff about? Parrish, I didn’t ask Peter to be my fake date, he’s the one who told my sister that he was my boyfriend. I didn’t even have the chance to say he wasn’t!”

He looked over at Peter and your sister who seemed to be laughing at something “What are you gonna do?” 

You turned your body to face the others as you thought to yourself for a moment “Well, I’m gonna let the night play out. And when my sister leaves I am going to kick his ass and then fake break up with him. And the next time my sister comes to town asking about my boyfriend, you can take the part.” you said surprising Parrish.

Parrish looked at you still with a slight blush on his cheeks “Like...your boyfriend boyfriend, or fake boyfriend?” 

Hearing your name being called by your sister. You looked Parrish up and down “You can decide that for yourself Deputy.” You smiled at him as you walked away.

[mxltifandom-imagines]

Parrish: “Please, (Y/N). It’s not safe. You don’t know what will happen. Please!”

[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

[alloftheimaginesblog]

requested by anon

[agents-of-imagines]

Requested by Anon #287

Sheriff: Y/N, are you sure about this? Y/N: Yes dad I’m sure. Sheriff: But Parrish? Y/N: Yes dad. Sheriff: My deputy? Y/N: Yup. Sheriff: Jordan Parrish? Y/N: YES DAD! Sherrif: Just making sure. Y/N: You’re taking it worse than Stiles did. Sheriff: Sorry, as long as you’re happy that’s all that matters. Y/N: Thanks dad. Sherrif: I mean you could’ve chose someone worse. At least I know Parrish will take care of you. If he doesn’t treat you right or hurts you in anyway, I have my ways of making him disappear. Y/N: I also got that talk from Stiles too. *laughs* Sheriff: Okay thanks for telling me Y/N. *hugs her* I love you. Y/N: I love you too. Sheriff: So you’re sure? About Parrish? Y/N: Oh my god!

[thefandomimagines0116]

Imagine Training With Jordan

[sun-writes-for-fun]

You didn’t know it but he loved you. Like most of love stories, it had started with a friendship. Slowly it all had changed and now Jordan fought with his feelings. He couldn’t drag you into this mess with him because to him you were the most purest and precious person ever. So Jordan did what he thought was best for you, he kept you on distance and tried to push off his love for you. You thought he was with Lydia and Jordan didn’t correct you. It hurt you but it was better than you knowing the hell he was living in, because that was world full of supernatural creatures was. You didn’t see the way he looked at you when you walked away from him or when you couldn’t see he was watching you. It broke his heart but he really thought this was best for you.