#parrish x reader

You roll your eyes. “I’ve been spending too much time with Stefan, that’s my fault. Can you at least explain why your bottle of bourbon has fallen out of favor and been hurled across the room?”

Damon follows your line of vision to note the shards of glass clustered on the floor, fallout from the bottle’s impact with the wall. “Ah, that. Well, none of us are perfect, and I happen to be blessed with what some people might call anger issues, so the bottle had to go.”

Under your reproachful gaze, he sighs and throws up his hands. “Fine, I’ll fix it.”

You wait until he pulls himself, slothlike, from the couch and stumbles over to the glass shards. Damon picks each dagger-sharp piece up like it’s the hardest of burdens to bear, tossing them in a nearby receptacle.

“There? Do I get an award for best brother of the year?”

You laugh. “Stop killing people every other day, and we can talk about that.”

Damon grumbles. “Your standards are too high.”

You cross the room to grab a coat and pull on some shoes. “Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

You reach for the doorknob, but Damon appears out of nowhere, blocking your avenue of escape thanks to his unnatural speed.

“Hold on a minute. Where are you going?” He asks, and you give him a look.

“Out. I was talking to Liz Forbes and she says she’s got a new deputy sheriff who moved here from Beacon Hills, California. I was thinking about taking a trip down to meet the guy.”

Damon frowns, tapping a finger against his replacement bottle of bourbon. “Beacon Hills. Where have I heard that name before?”

You let him suffer in silence for a few moments, then give him the answer. “It’s got a reputation for being just about as supernatural-heavy as Mystic Falls. From what I hear, they’ve got enough werewolf packs fighting over the same turf to give Klaus Mikaelson a holiday.”

Damon nods slowly, although the frown remains. “Why the hell would someone move here from Beacon Hills? That’s a long flight just for a new job.”

You tilt your head towards the door. “That’s why I’m going to check him out. Could be nothing, Liz said he seemed like a nice guy on the phone, but I figure a little advance warning couldn’t hurt. Worst case scenario, he’s a hunter fresh from a werewolf killing frenzy who decided to try his luck here. Best case, he’s just some guy who got sick of rent prices.”

Damon shrugs, moving to the side so you can reach the door again. “Best of luck in figuring him out. Want me to tag along?”

You toss him a grin over your shoulder as you unlock the door. “I planned on talking to a person, not a dead man, but thanks for the offer.”

Damon chuckles as you leave. “Any time!”

The trip over to the sheriff’s office is quick, and soon enough you’re heading inside. Sheriff Forbes appears to have been waiting for you, as she walks over to you with a smile.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you. Thanks for stopping by.”

You nod. “Yeah, no problem. I appreciate you telling me about this.”

She lifts a shoulder. “He seems like a nice guy, but in a town like this, I feel like it wouldn’t hurt to double-check. He’s in my office filling out the last of the paperwork, but he should be out in a moment or so.”

Like clockwork, the door to Liz’s office opens and a young man steps out. He appears to be in his early twenties, with close-cropped dark hair and bright green eyes. He nods at Liz, then studies you a little closer. He’s one of the cuter potential hunters you’ve seen, but you’ve long since learned that appearances can be deceiving.

Liz clears her throat. “Thanks for finishing those, it’s always good to have a record for these kinds of things. Y/N, this is Jordan Parrish, our new deputy sheriff.”

Jordan extends a hand to you, and a moment later, you shake it. “It’s nice to meet you, Jordan. I’m Y/N, Y/N Salvatore.”

Jordan cocks his head curiously to the side. “Salvatore, huh? I swear I’ve heard that name before.”

You hope your smile doesn’t look too much like a grimace. “Mystic Falls is rich with genealogical history. The Salvatores were one of the oldest families here, you might have seen the name on a few buildings around town.”

Jordan nods slowly. “That must be it. Well, if you’re a friend of the sheriff’s, I’d like to be a friend of yours.”

Your smile loses its edge. “I think I’d like that as well.”

A phone rings from Liz’s office, and she turns towards it. “Excuse me a moment while I answer that, will you? It’ll be just a second.”

The two of you nod, and Liz hurries to pick up the phone. The second the door to the office closes behind her, though, Jordan looks at you with a new sort of determination.

“Excuse my candor, Y/N, but I’ve barely been here a couple of hours and I’m already noticing things about this town that don’t seem quite right. You seem nice enough, and I wouldn’t mind having allies in uncertain territory. Do you know anything about Mystic Falls that you think I should know as well?”

Jordan’s gaze is deep, and seems to see straight through you. He must know about the vampires; certainly their existence, if not the fact that you’re one too. No one asks questions like that if they don’t know. However, you’re hesitant to reveal yourself until you absolutely have to do so.

You swallow hard. “I don’t think so. I mean, people can be secretive, but I think that just comes with familial pride. Have you heard anything to make you think otherwise?”

Jordan doesn’t answer at first, and when he does, his words are stilted, as if he’s carefully choosing what to say. “I’ve heard a few rumors. Can I count on you to tell me if I hear anything else?”

You nod, but you’re saved from a response by Liz returning from her office. You take this as your excuse to leave, and Liz walks out with you. You swear that Jordan’s eyes don’t leave you until you’re gone from the room, and even then, he could be staring at you through the very walls.

Liz speaks to you under her breath. Apparently, she must be picking up on your need for secrecy, or perhaps Jordan asked her the same sorts of strange questions.

“So, what did you think? Is he a vampire?”

You shake your head cautiously. “I don’t think so, but I don’t think he’s human. Something about his heartbeat was a little off. The beats were stronger than a human’s typically are. He’s not a vampire, but he’s something. I don’t know what yet.”

Liz sucks in a breath. “Shoot, I was worried about that. Should I find excuses to keep him out of the office for a while?”

You consider this. “I don’t think so. Besides, if he isn’t working, he’ll be looking into things, and I’m afraid to leave him searching for too long. I think all we can do is wait and see how things turn out. I’ll talk to Caroline and the others, make sure they stay on guard.”

Liz nods. “I’ll tell you if I see anything strange.”

You do your best for a reassuring smile. “Thanks, Sheriff. We don’t know that he’s a threat just yet, but it can’t hurt to be ready for anything.”

Despite your attempts to relieve Liz’s stress, you can’t seem to shake your own. On the way back to the Salvatore home, you get a call from another friend. This time, it’s Bonnie, and she sounds nervous. You change your course, and end up meeting her in the woods near the old Salvatore crypt. Not the best choice of scenery, given your already rampaging nerves, but at least it’s quiet.

Bonnie looks relieved when she sees you approach. “Thanks for meeting me. I didn’t know who else to call.”

You nod. “Yeah, anytime. What’s going on?”

Bonnie glances around to make sure there aren’t any errant hikers who could possibly overhear, then turns back to you. “I had this dream last night. It was one of those dreams when you can’t tell if you’re awake or asleep because everything feels so real it’s crazy. I can’t remember a whole lot from it, but I do remember that someone was coming, someone powerful. Someone who was so connected to death that they might be forged from hell themselves.”

You let out a slow breath. “That’s not the best thing I’ve heard all morning.”

Bonnie shakes her head. “I did a spell to try and see if there was anyone new in town, and I picked up on something. I think they’re here now, but the second I tried to look closer, something found me and abruptly broke the connection.”

Your brow furrows. “I didn’t think someone could end your spell without your approval.”

Bonnie spreads her hands. “They can’t. Whatever this thing is, they’re far more powerful than the typical vampire. The last thing I got from the spell is that this newcomer was near the sheriff’s station, and Damon said that you were stopping by this morning.”

Your eyes widen. “Yeah, because there’s some guy who moved here from Beacon Hills. Do you think the threat could be the new deputy sheriff?”

Bonnie bites her lip, thinking. “It’s the only option that makes sense. I think I want to try the spell again, see if I can draw him here. You’ve seen him face to face, so do you mind stepping in to help me locate him?”

You nod, holding out your palm face-up. “Absolutely. Let’s figure this out.”

Bonnie takes your hand, closing her eyes and starting to chant under her breath. The ground seems to rock under your feet, a wind surging up out of nowhere to rustle the leaves on the trees. Your clothes whip under the force of the sudden gale, but Bonnie keeps going. You do your best to think about Jordan, all that you’d seen this morning. You keep him firmly in your mind, and the spell deepens.

All of a sudden, you hear a sound split the clearing. It sounds like a growl, not like that of a werewolf but worse, far more frightening. A pair of glowing eyes appear in the woods, along with the scent of charring smoke. Bonnie drops your hand and ends the spell, but it’s too late. The monster is here.

It steps into the clearing, and through the gaps in the branches, you can see it. This is Jordan Parrish, but he’s different. His gaze burns with fire, and he walks with the weight of something utterly inhuman. Jordan spreads his arms and he bursts into fire, illuminating fangs erupting from his mouth.

Bonnie gasps. “He’s a hellhound.”

You don’t know much about hellhounds, but if it scares Bonnie, that’s not a good sign. Jordan turns towards the sound of Bonnie’s voice and hurls a handful of fire towards her. Using your vampire speed, you manage to pull her out of the way just in time, and set her down on the other side of the clearing.

Jordan charges, but you block his path. The fire on his arms burns you, but the skin is already starting to reknit. You stand your ground, and call out to him in the hopes that he can still hear you.

“Back off, Jordan! We’re not trying to fight you, just figure out what you are.”

The beast that was once Jordan Parrish snarls, but you can see it starting to revert back into a human. It closes its eyes, and when the lids open again, the fire is gone. A few moments later, all traces that Jordan had been anything other than his usual self are gone, other than a persistent smell of smoke and the fact that his shirt is now riddled with holes from the sheer force of his fire.

He eyes you suspiciously. “What are you? No human can heal like that.”

You want to laugh. “You just erupted in fire, and you want to ask what I am?”

He nods. “Yes.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’m a vampire, Bonnie’s a witch. We know you’re a hellhound, but why are you here?”

Jordan seems to accept this. “I needed a new place to stay, and something called me here. A lot of death has taken place in this town, hasn’t it?”

This time, you do laugh. “That would be an understatement, but yes.”

You remember that you’re not alone, and glance over at Bonnie. “I think I can take it from here. Can you tell Elena and the others that we’ve got a new friend?”

She nods, looking faintly disturbed by what you’ve just seen. You can’t entirely blame her.

When you glance back at Jordan, you notice that he’s regarding you with a faint smile. “You can take it from here?” He asks, repeating your words.

For some reason, you feel the need to defend yourself. “Yeah, as long as you’re not trying to set the rest of us ablaze. Want to head back to the sheriff’s station? I’d love to see you try and explain to Liz why you had to leave in the middle of the day.”

Jordan nods, grinning. “I’m assuming people don’t have as many problems with mysterious disappearances around here. What’s your story, by the way? Were you checking me out this morning because you thought I might be another vampire?”

Your mouth falls open. “I was not checking you out, I was making sure you weren’t a threat. It’s a reasonable concern, thank you very much. I’ve been a vampire for a while, and that’s just what you do.”

Jordan accepts this, although he’s still wearing that same smirk. “So what do vampires do? Other than eliminating threats, of course.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but he appears to be sincere. “Drink blood, cause problems, all that. My brothers, Damon and Stefan Salvatore, are also vampires. We all turned back in 1864 thanks to some vampire named Katherine who liked both of them at the same time. She always bothered me. We could have been amazingly good friends, but she seemed to think that she could win over my brothers by making an enemy out of me. It was so annoying.”

Jordan chuckles. “Well, she was wrong there. I’m not sure I’d like to ever have you as an enemy.”

You hum in approval. “That’s what I thought. Anyways, what’s your story? Hellhounds don’t just turn up out of nowhere.”

Jordan’s expression turns contemplative. “No, they don’t, do they? I came here from Beacon Hills, but you already know that. I had a good group of friends, mostly werewolves, but I helped them fight their latest bad guy and there just wasn’t much reason for me to stay, especially after–”

His voice trails off, and you get the feeling that there was another reason contributing to Jordan’s departure, perhaps centered around a breakup. This shouldn’t make you happy, but for some reason, it does.

Jordan continues a moment later. “Point is, I wanted a new start, and this place seemed interesting enough so I came. I have to admit, you guys do a good job of staying undercover. I had a few suspected vampires that I’d heard about before, but they fit in well. Out of curiosity, most of the vampires seem to be enrolling themselves at the high school. Why don’t you?”

You give a delicate shudder. “If I’m cursed to stay on this earth for so long, why would I waste my time in high school? Regular humans already hate it, and they only have to go through it once. There’s no good reason I should subject myself to it over and over again. I don’t understand how my younger brother finds the motivation to do it, but I suspect it has something to do with Elena Gilbert, his latest crush.”

Jordan grins. “I can understand that. Does this mean you haven’t found a suitable crush to keep you in high school?”

You arch a brow. “Absolutely. Why do you ask?”

Jordan shrugs a little too casually. “No reason. If you’re free, though, I might not mind getting a drink sometime. It would be nice to spend a night with someone when you don’t have to lie about being a human.”

You break into a broad grin. “Jordan Parrish, are you asking me out?”

He’s smiling too, now. “Maybe. Are you saying yes?”

You pretend to consider this. “I think I am. See you at seven?”

“Sounds perfect,” he says, and you can’t help but agree. Perfect indeed.

requested by @thornyrose463

PARRISH - Peter Thornberry's POV:

I hear the window slide open and someone lands easily on their feet, the familiar creak of the window being shut again follows before the person just stops. I don't care who it is, I just need a supernatural break and I've told the whole pack this via a group message but I guess that doesn't matter. They want to bother me so guess what... they're bothering me.

"Do I not get one single day off?!" I can't help the anger seeping through my voice as I spin the desk chair, expecting to see Scott or Lydia, maybe even Jackson who has been making more and more visits recently but instead it's Parrish. All that frustration immediately is gone at the sight of his face and the amount of conflicting emotions in his chartreuse green eyes as he shuffles, "Parrish." I finally breathe out.

"I'm sorry, I can go..." He heads back for the window but I reach out, catching the sleeve of his jacket to stop him because my supernatural day off can wait. His gaze meets mine and he smiles sheepishly, looking unsure of himself and my hand holding his arm now, "Peter?"

"Come on, tell me what's wrong," I pull myself from the very comfortable spinny chair Noah got me when I started at Beacon Hills High with most of the pack just over a year ago, "I thought you were Scott honestly, he's been bothering me a lot recently as he's confused about his alpha status."

"I-" Jordan opens his mouth before closing it again, so I wait until he finally speaks up, "Lydia told me you were the person to go to if I needed help and I also heard you make some kick-ass hot chocolate."

"And who told you that huh?" I lead the police officer downstairs and towards the living room, his hand in mine that is really soft for someone who can set themselves on fire and be okay. He lets out a chuckle and I know my attempt at distractions is working. Jordan doesn't even seem to notice when I push him gently into a seat at the table, letting go of his hand, and going into the kitchen to begin the hot chocolate.

"Malia," He finally tells me as I decide to ignore the quick and easy kettle method of hot chocolate. Instead I heat up a pan, breaking up chocolate to melt and make the drink creamier because honestly, something tells me Jordan isn't taking to the supernatural world very well. I hope dogs like cream as well as cats, "She's been joining me on my patrols. I'm not sure how she does it really," He pauses, causing me to glance in his direction as he fumbles for the words, I just wait, "How she stays so composed. So... human."

"Practice," I reply, remembering how much Stiles worked with Malia to make her at least somewhat human. Nolan being turned actually helped her lot because she was forced to explain it all to someone else who could somewhat understand her, "And Nolan. Also an anchor."

"Anchor?"

"Someone or thing that tethers you to your human side. Every supernatural creature needs on, even me and I'm only an emissary." I explain, internally scolding myself because of course no-one's taught Jordan about anchors and how to control the shifts. I'm not sure if anyone even thought to because of everything that's happened over the last year. Yeah no, the look on his face says that I've spoken a completely foreign language to him so instead of embellishing I silently pass him his hot chocolate, letting him process it all first because anchors can be a lot if you've only just learnt about the supernatural but Jordan is strong.

"What's your anchor?" The hellhound finally speaks up, eyes raising from his drink to meet mine, "Or who, I guess."

"Mine?" He nods, "Mine is Derek. Derek Hale is my anchor."

"Derek..." Jordan doesn't finish his sentence as the cogs begin to turn in his head, "Derek Hale is your anchor because you love him?"

"I..." I'm not exactly sure how to reply because of course he hits the nail on the head immediately, "Yes, Derek's my anchor because I care for him. He keeps me grounded when I have to draw all that emissary power."

"Does it have to be a person?"

"Of course not, Derek's anchor is his anger."

"Derek's anchor isn't you?" Jordan again catches me off guard, "He has no idea how you feel?"

"N-"

"THE LIVING ROOM IS MINE!" Stiles comes racing through the front door, it slamming shut with a crash so loud that it makes even my human ears hurt, "THE METS ARE PLAYING AND THEY'RE WINNING SO SHIFT!" He's bouncing on the spot so I sigh fondly at my (adopted) brother's hyperactive nature before grabbing Jordan's hand again to take him back upstairs, "THANK YOU PETEY!" Stiles grins at me, practically giggling when I roll my eyes and tug Jordan back upstairs with me.

He eyes the bed and I've had most of the pack join me at some point so without a second thought I'm helping Jordan out of his jacket and telling him to get comfortably undressed, to help himself to any of my clothes as we're around the same height and to get into bed as he can stay here tonight. He hesitates until I'm giving him a pointed look and climbing under the freezing covers, wanting the hellhound to hurry up and join me. Finally Jordan starts to move, kicking his shoes off then the trousers before sliding into bed beside me, all that awkwardness I thought he'd gotten over coming back.

"Come here dumbass," I shake my head affectionately, pulling him into the centre of the bed and forcing him to roll over so I can spoon him because no guy will admit it but it's comforting being the little spoon sometimes.

It only takes a few minutes of Jordan shuffling awkwardly before all tension in his body disappears and he's whispering, "I want Lydia as my anchor."

"Then make her your anchor." I murmur back, already half asleep with the warmth radiating off of him and my forehead pressed against the back of his neck, arm loosely around his waist and one of my feet between his. That's how we fall asleep,

In the morning I wake to Parrish gone but a sticky note stuck to a soft looking purple sweater saying: 'it's fire retardant so if you even need to stop me. Do it. Love Parrish xxx'

(Y/n)'s p.o.v

It had been a bit over two weeks that my parents were killed by hunters. Since that day I'd been living in a small hotel in a dim neighbourhood. I had just parked my car at the backside of the hotel and was now on my way towards the front through a small alley when I heard shuffling from behind me. I turned to see that the alley was bare of any life except for me. I then heard some noises from the front. Still nothing. And all of a sudden I was shot with some sort of tranquilliser. After that, all I remember were blurry images.

My eyes fluttered open and took some time to adjust to my surroundings which weren't really that pleasant at the moment. I was encircled by some wanna be hunters and in-front of me sat the leader of the 'gang'?? We were in some sort of industrial warehouse that had huge containers.

I was bound to a squeaky old wooden chair with ropes around my hands and legs. The supposed leader held a gun to my head and started, "Freaks like you should not exist in the first place. But you do. You infiltrate us and make us feel like we are inferior all while reveling in our blood. But I've got the opportunity to purify our kind. And I'll make it right. I'll do justice to everyone who lost their lives because of your supernatural ass business. I'm gonna make you pay for it!"

I was getting real tired of this man's antics so I decided to cut his shit and say, "You keep pointing the gun at my head and blabbering about how much you want to kill me. I'm beginning to doubt your commitment darling."

As a reply he simply cocked his gun, "Is this a good enough answer for you?" He asked while glancing at his gun then back at me.

Now see, I get these sudden urges in my life to do dumb shit. This was one of those times. Given, the circumstances were not in my favour, but is it gonna stop me from making those dumb as fuck decisions? Nah, I don't think so.

It seemed as if today the lord was on my side, as I saw Scott McCall and his pack emerge from behind the storage containers. Taking advantage of the distraction caused by them, I quickly burned my ropes and picked up the so called leader by his throat. Rest of his men very bravely fled the sight.

"Well well well, look at the turnt tables. What was that fuckery you were saying about purification again?" I taunted the flailing guy.

The pack just stood there astounded, most probably by the way my eyes were glowing. I dropped the guy and he started backing up.

"Please don't kill me, I have children at home!" The guy pleaded.

"Why should I care that you reproduced?" I replied while grimacing.

"Killing does no good. Please I won't show my face ever again. Let me go!" He begged again.

"Hmm. Nice thoughts. Where were these when you were killing my parents not more than three weeks ago?" I snapped at him.

Before he could say anything, I held his forehead and gave him a heat stroke resulting in him passing out.

"Well this has been lovely, I'll see you guys around then. Adios amigos!" I chirped while faking a smile.

"Wait! What are you?" Scott asked.

"Um... tired? Hungry? In desperate need of a relaxing bubble bath and pizza?" I replied with a bored expression making the guy behind him, Peter Hale chuckle.

"How do we know that you won't harm us?" He asked again.

"McCall I'm standing right here. Like 2 feet away from you. I'm pretty sure if I wanted to, I would've probably roasted y'all like marshmallow by now." I sassed at him raising my eyebrows.

From beside him, the Sheriff's kid spoke up while gulping, "And you haven't done that".

"Yet". I added while rolling my eyes.

"So you would've just murdered him like that?" He questioned.

"You call it murder, I call it conversation starter". I replied to Stiles.

"You know McCall, this was the fourth time I faced hunters in the last three weeks. It's getting kinda boring and I'm frustrated." I ranted.

"Sexually?" Asked Peter Hale with a smirk.

"Scorchingly." I replied with a smug look. "And Mister, now please, shut up. I'm two seconds away from beating the uterus out of you with a cricket mallet. Don't test my patience. I'm not very good at handling senior citizens." I added.

Everyone started snickering while Stiles broke into a full out laughter fit. Peter flicked out his claws, glowed his eyes and stated, "I'd love to burst that bubble of yours."

In response, I glowed my eyes and emitted fire from my fingers as if they were my claws and said, "Mhm, mine are prettier." And winked at him.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw someone on fire rushing towards me. Before I could react, the ablaze person stood infront of me and held my jaw softly. I couldn't make out it's face through the flames but it looked like a hellhound.

As soon as he touched me, flames from his body travelled to mine, flowing from my front towards my back and my wings started protruding. It seemed as if i was in a trance and didn't realise that my tattoos started glowing as I took my original Phoenix form.

I looked around as I felt everyone's glazes on me. They all looked like deer in headlights, starting at me wide-eyed.

I quickly snapped out of it reverting back to my human form and saw the hellhound beside me.

"Deputy?!" I half shouted half squealed. "Oh I'm so not gonna pay my taxes this year. Man you almost burned my favourite Henley".

"What are you? And why do I feel so connected to you?" Parrish asked ignoring my genuine protests about my favourite T-shirt.

"Huh must be a new hellhound or dad must've mentioned him." I mumbled to myself.

He raised his eyebrows as in expecting an answer out of me.

"Oh yeah.. I am a phoenix." I said aloud to everyone around. "And I have no idea how we're connected, but I'm sure my dad's books would have answers to our queries".

"Your dad was a professor?" A kid next to Scott's beta asked.

"Nah man he was a hellhound. He would've told me about Deputy over here but seems like he is new in the line, so it wouldn't have been prominent to dad." I answered.

"And what about your mom? Was she a banshee?" Stiles asked.

"Nope, she was a fire witch." I said.

"We're sorry for your loss tho". The strawberry blonde banshee spoke up.

I just smiled sadly and shrugged a little at her.

"Well with all due respect to your father's books, we have a guy who could answer your questions quicker". This time it was Derek Hale who spoke.

"And we would really appreciate if you could help us as an ally?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah sure". I gave him a tight lipped smile and continued "One more question, as an ally, do we like him?" I pointed towards Peter.

"Occasionally." Derek muttered.

I replied with a small 'noted' as Peter glared at me. I just stuck my tongue out at him.

"So phoenix...?" Parrish spoke up from my side as we were headed towards the cars. "What are you specialities? I'm still pretty new to all this."

"No problem my man, and to answer your question, well I can light a cigarette with my pinky?" I joked.

We were surrounded by death, in the middle of war. And yet we made an alliance out of a kidnapping. During wars, the ones involved lose their families, I lost mine, but also seems like I'd just gained another one.

constantly visiting the sherrif’s station claiming it’s bc you miss your dad when it’s really just an excuse to pass by parrish’s desk

you purposely winking or smiling at him from your father’s office to make him flustered

because the two of you are sneaking around behind your dad and brother’s backs, it’s very rare for the two of you to have any alone time

so parrish would take his lunch breaks away from the station and buy your favorite take out food before meeting you at the preserve where the two of you sit on the hood of his car and eat

him whisking you away to one of the empty closets of the station for a quick exchange of kisses

stiles starts getting suspicious when you start spending more time at the station than him

“why are you always at the station lately, sis?”

“i’ve missed seeing dad. besides, i have nothing better to do.”

“so instead of hanging out with your awesome brother and his werewolf best friend i may add, you choose to hang out with dad. dad??”

“um- yes.”

your dad starts getting suspicious when parrish accidentally begs you to stay at the station when they got investigate something that may have been caused by something supernatural

noah doesn’t bring anything up but does ask stiles about it

“yes! see i knew i wasn’t the only one who thought they are acting weird!”

geez those two would start stalking you and parrish like HAWKS

the next time you go to the station, you give parrish a wave and a smile before going to see your father and noah and stiles are practically jumping at you with questions

“what was that??” “did you just smile at parrish??”

you just roll your eyes at the two of them stating that you say hi to everyone

they obviously don’t believe you

so the next time you and parrish find some alone time is on a date in the town when your father has to work late and stiles is at home studying

you tell parrish that your family is starting catch onto the two of you and you start to worry about what your dad will do

parrish would gently take your hand rubbing comforting circles into the back of your hand and say “if they don’t approve, i won’t leave you. i will fight for you, for us.”

the two of you are a little bit more cautious after that

the sheriff eventually finding out on some supernatural outing when you calm parrish down from his hellhound state

the way that the two of you just click and look at each other in that moment gives you both away

“i knew it!” stiles screams, ruining the moment

stiles and noah making a list of things dos/don’ts once your relationship is out in the open

“no pda in the office!” “no staying that night at our house or staying the night at his!” “no pda in front of us!” “no cutesy relationship talk either!”

“it’s not my fault that the both of you are painfully single.” you’d retort back causing parrish to hold back his laughter

the two roll their eyes at your comment before noah finally adds “and no breaking her heart.”

at that, parrish takes your hand in his and sincerely tells your father “i wouldn’t dream of it, sir. i love your daughter more than anything.”

you start bawling right then and there bc that’s the first time he has told you that he loves you

“i love you too” you respond before wrapping your arms around his neck and pull parrish into a kiss

“dad! they’re kissing!”

lets just say you purposely break the no pda rule just to get on stiles’ nerves