Warnings: surgery (not in detail), high Shawn, fluff (u should know this by now
Summary: Shawn’s high after his surgery, and, in Aaliyah’s wise words, it’s very interesting.
Word count: 750+
A/N: if you read this and you like the fic, send me an anonymous confession of anything (i mainly put this here to see if anyone reads the stuff before the fic, so if u do, send me stufffff)
Also, Shawn had that nose surgery a while ago? Yes, this is it.
Beta: @hazeleyedcat (this girl is seriously the only thing keeping me sane)
“Mrs. Mendes?” A doctor came into the waiting room, clipboard in his hand and stethoscope around his neck.
“That’s me.” You smiled, standing up.
“Your husband is out of surgery now. You can wait inside with him until the nurses give you his medication.” The doctor nodded for you two to follow him.
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summary: one morning on the HMS Pogue you notice something new on JJ’s wrist and ask him why it’s there.
warnings: a few mentions of abuse
requested: noooooo - but they’re open!
One day he started wearing a hair tie on his wrist.
You noticed it when you were on the HMS Pogue one October morning. They all decided to watch the sunrise on the boat. John B liked to start fishing early and loved dragging the rest of the pogues along. Pope would bring some kind of study material to read on the boat ride through the marsh. Kie normally put headphones in her ears wanting to drown out Sarah’s tired groans and JJ’s snores. You had a coffee in one hand and were running your fingers through JJ’s hair with the other. The morning air sent a shiver down your spine and was crisp against your face. Most mornings JJ was ready to fish with John B, but his dad had been in a worse mood lately. Which meant a lot of long nights filled with anxiety or walking to the Chateau at 3am.
You moved your hand to play with the hair at the base of his neck. It never failed to put him to sleep and keep him asleep and it was the least you could do. You always wished you could do more. Always wishing you could take away the pain - emotional and physical.
You sipped some of your coffee and looked down at the boy sleeping on your legs. His head was laying over his arms as he sat on the floor of the boat. You couldn’t remember how he ended up in this position as your brain was fuzzy this early. But it allowed for the perfect position to drink your coffee and make sure he stayed asleep as long as possible.
You noticed a small black hair tie wrapped around his wrist just under his sweatshirt. Sure, his hair was long, but never long enough to keep a hair tie around his wrist. Meanwhile, your hair was the longest it had ever been, just past the shoulders, but you always wanted your hair up for one reason or another.
You gently nudged JJ awake so he could catch the beginning of the sunrise. He came to sit next to you and pulled you into his arms. The sky was every different color orange and pink you could think of. It was a sight that never got old.
“J,” your voice quiet, your fingers traced his new black bracelet, “Since when have you used a hair tie?” a chuckle escaped your lips.
A small smile graced his face and he sighed, his grasp around you pulling you a little closer, “Well, do you remember that night at The Wreck a few weeks ago?” he paused for a second, not really needing a response, moreso sitting in the memory that was insignificant to you, but clearly big to him. “You asked Kie and Sarah if they had something you could tie your hair up with and they didn’t have anything.” The memory came back to you. You remembered fussing about how you hated the feeling of your hair down during meals. “You said it was ‘unsanitary’,” he laughed. God, how you loved that smile. “In that moment I wished I could have helped you or been the one to magically pull a hair tie from my pocket.” his eyebrows scrunched together in sadness. “But I couldn’t do that for you."
"J,” He pulled your legs on top of his, running his hand over your shins. “You don’t-”
“I know I can’t give you as much as a Kook could,“ he paused, his eyes glistened with the tears that were forming, "But I don’t want you to ever stop needing me,” he looked directly into your eyes.
You had never seen him in this way before. All at once you felt like you could see the pain of his life come to the surface and the desperation to make sure you never left was clear. He didn’t have to say anything else. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.
The hair tie. It was something so insignificant that it didn’t even occur to you how big it was to him. He wanted to make sure the next time you were without, he was able to provide. Never in your life had you met someone like JJ. Never would you want to be without JJ.
"And here I thought it was your way of telling me you were shooting for a man bun.” you smiled against his lips which elicited a laugh from him. He held you tighter and placed a kiss on your forehead.
And in that moment, you realized that even for the simplest things, you would always want and need JJ Maybank.
Pairing: Teen Wolf Cast x Ackles!Reader (Platonic), w/ SPN Cast, Raven(OC-Manager) Warning: Fluff, Clothing Link (aka what the reader is wearing in this)
A/N: The reader in this is 16, ight? Ight
{Reader’s POV:}
“So (Y/n), this is your first comic con, right?” The interviewer asked me. “Yes it is my first comic but before joining the Teen Wolf cast, I was always with-” I was then cut off by Posey, “One word, Supernatural.” He laughed as the crowd cheered.
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