— an extended list that i wrote back when i was (really) obsessed with this show. recycled from my notes app.
he tucks his pants into his socks
his first line in the show was a compliment
he owns a shirt that says "danger: i am a hugger"
he owns handcuffs. actual handcuffs.
he has a framed picture of edgar allan poe hanging on his bedroom wall
he tends to keep his hair tie on his hand, rather than his wrist
we rarely see him in short sleeved shirts, even when it's clearly warm or hot outside and other characters are wearing summer clothes. this might show that he is uncomfortable exposing his body, as a result of being in the closet his whole life. the only 2 times we see him in a T-shirt/shirtless are when he's with Sam (i recently figured out that jack mulhern has tattoos on his arm and it's probably easier to put him in a long sleeve than cover them up, but whatever, the headcanon is still valid)
he likes Sherlock Holmes
he quotes/recognizes a number of literary references throughout the show (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Christopher Durang, Cicero, Aeschylus, the Bible), which shows he is very knowledgeable and well-read
he has a garden
he likes losing track of time in said garden
he was really nervous when he approached sam at prom and he flinched when someone walked by
before entering the library to show sam the new words he learned in sign language, he was hesitant and almost walked out, but decided to enter anyway
somewhere there's a picture of him wearing a feather boa
he liked tap dancing
he's 6'2'' (1,87m)
he's not afraid to call his friends on their bullshit
he wore a green shirt and a funky bow with sweatpants to prom
he's very in touch with his feelings and cries easily
his voice gets higher when he's annoyed or frustrated
he cares a lot about allie
he didn't know BSL and ASL are different languages
he crosses his ankles when he sits down
he had a crush on sam before they got stuck in new ham, he just decided not to act on it because he was planning to leave the town and come out in college
i don't know how many people this post is gonna reach cause the fandom is pretty much dead and gone and buried but if you're currently obsessed with grizz & the society i hope you enjoy this <3
Summary: What happens when you mix ADHD with a little too much THC
Pairing: JJ Maybank X ADHD!!Reader
Word Count: 1882
Warnings: Established Relationship, Language, FLUFF, (not proof read)
Masterlist
When most people smoke weed, it helps them feel relaxed, almost tired.
Most people.
You were no stranger to sleepless nights. Most of the time you didn’t find yourself in the comfort of sleep until close to 4 in the morning.
Tossing and turning all night, until you, essentially, passed out from exhaustion.
It was around 1AM, and JJ thought a little weed would help you calm down a bit.
It was your first time smoking weed.
“Just try a little, if you don’t like it, I’ll finish it,” JJ held the lit joint out to you with a comforting smile on his face.
“What if I die?” You whispered, your arms crossed over your stomach.
“You can’t die from weed, babe,” A smirk began pulling his lips upward.
“But when if I’m the first person ever to die from weed? That would look pretty bad for you, huh?” You eyed the joint, now between JJ’s pink lips.
“You won’t, I promise,” He chuckled. “You worry too much, the beautiful head of yours always going a mile a minute. You need this more than I do,” He took a small hit from the joint and held it within his lungs for a moment before blowing it out, making sure to do so away from you.
“Fine, just a little bit, but if I die, I’m coming back to life and killing you,” You reached out to take the plant filled cone and inspected the outside for a moment before looking at JJ for instructions.
“Just put the end in your mouth, the not on fire part, and breath in. Just a little bit, then breath out,” He instructed, watching you carefully.
You did just as directed. You put the end in your mouth and took a small hit, feeling the smoke fill your lungs. Your eyes stayed on JJ the whole time.
You breathed out, a small cloud circled around your head before dissipating into the air. You felt a small scratch at the back of your throat, causing you to let out a small cough. Holding your chest you held the joint out for JJ to take away from you.
He smiled at your scrunched face and took another hit.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He rubbed a hand along your arm, comforting you as you cleared your throat.
“No, it actually wasn’t,” You smiled, proud of yourself for not dying.
“You want another hit?” Again, the blonde haired boy held the joint out to you. Silently you grabbed it, placed it between your lips and inhaled another small breath, before blowing it out towards JJ.
“When will I be high?” You asked, keeping the joint between your fingers.
“It takes a minute, just be patient. Pay attention to how you feel. You’ll know when you’re high,” He watched with awe, as you took, yet another, hit.
“It tastes like strawberries,” You stated, licking your lips slightly.
“It’s supposed to. This is called strawberry something, got it from my buddy who grows like a shit ton of different kinds,” He reached over and grabbed the joint, taking a much larger hit than you have been. “Don’t bogart the blunt, baby.”
“Hey, you were the one who wanted me to try this,” You smiled, just enjoying the calmness of the living room at The Chateau.
You and JJ passed the joint between you until he stamped the end out into a small glass tray.
“How do you feel?” JJ asked, turning his full attention to the girl sat in front of him.
“I don’t know,” You stated, your eyes closed.
“Relaxed? Tired?” He questioned, hopeful it would help you get some much needed rest.
“Would you be mad if I told you it was the complete opposite?” You asked, rubbing your palms against your knees.
“What do you mean?” He gave you a small smile.
“Cause I feel like I need to, like, run a marathon or something,” You stood up off the pull out bed quickly.
“Oh, boy,” JJ followed you into the kitchen, his smile not leaving his face.
“I have so much energy right now, J!” You exclaimed, turning towards him with a bright smile.
“Yeah?” He took a few short steps towards you, placing his palms against your cheeks.
“Yes,” Your hands wrapped themselves around his wrists, removing his hands from your face. “I have an idea!” You whisper shouted, as to not wake the sleeping boy just in the other room.
“What’s that?” JJ was amused by the excited look in your eyes.
“Arts and crafts!” You shouted, hoisting JJ’s hands into the air in excitement. Your eyes widened at your volume, and you slightly cringed at yourself, pulling his hands back down. “Arts and crafts!” You whisper shouted this time, waving JJ’s hands around a little bit, puppetting him into a strange, flaccid jazz hand movement.
“Babe, it’s almost two in the morning,” He warned, calmly. You dropped his hands and walked past him back into the living room.
“So? Perfect time for arts and crafts,” You stated, matter of factly.
JJ leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you rifle through a few cabinets, pulling out a couple random boxes.
He walked back into the living room once you sat yourself, and the few random boxes, onto the bed.
“It’ll be so much fun,” You assured him, patting the spot in front of you, gesturing for him to sit down.
“Oh, I’m sure it will,” He sighed gently, taking a seat on the bed in front of you.
You pulled a few random painting supplies out of one of the boxes, and reached down on the floor, grabbing one of your shoes that was left there earlier.
On a small tray you poured out a few different colors and dipped a small brush into them before smearing it onto the side of your shoe.
“You are something else, lady,” JJ shook his head with a small chuckle.
He dug through the other boxes, pulling out a few things. He didn’t reach for the paint, but instead a few bundles of string and boxes of beads.
The two of you were silent for a while, just focusing on your crafts in front of you. JJ was pleasantly surprised by how much fun he was having stringing beads onto a piece of colorful twine. Once he finished adding a small clip to the ends of the colorful row of beads, he held it up proudly.
He glanced at you, to show you his beautiful work, but when he saw you, tongue poking out between your lips in focus, hunched over your painting, he just watched. You were so focused, careful with your movement, JJ didn’t want to disturb your creativity. He smiled warmly, wondering if it was humanly possible to love someone as much as he loved you.
He watched you toss your shoe into the floor, reaching down to grab one of his discarded boots that sat next to your sneakers. Without even looking up to JJ, you dipped your brush back into the paints and began your work on the side of his shoe.
He chuckled softly, and with a playful shake of his head, he grabbed another piece of twine and dove back into his tray of beads.
An hour and a half had passed before either of you spoke.
“Okay, I’m done,” You were the first to break the comfortable silence, setting your brush down on the paint tray. You leaned down to grab your discarded sneaker and held it up next to JJ’s boot.
“Well, let me see,” JJ’s voice was a bit raspy, having been dormant for so long.
You happily turned the shoes, presenting the artworks to your sleepy boyfriend.
Along the side of your sneaker, in bright colors, was a Mexican Folk Art inspired, smiling sun, and along JJ’s boot, a matching sleeping moon.
He was surprised at the amount of detail you were able to add in such a short time. He grabbed the footwear carefully and examined both pieces before looking up to you with an ear-to-ear smile.
“(Y/n), this is amazing. I love it,” He beamed. You smiled back at him, glad he wasn’t upset you practically vandalized his only pair of shoes.
“Now lemme see your art and/or craft,” You grabbed the shoes away from JJ’s grip and set them down on the floor to fully dry. Once you were bak to your sitting position in front of him, you encouraged him to show you his work.
“No, I can’t possible top your paintings,” He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the strings of beads in his hands.
“Please?” You pouted your bottom lip out, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. He could never resist the puppy dog eyes.
With a small sigh and slight roll of his eyes, he gave in, holding up long string of assorted beads, and in the middle hung, of course, a Juul pod pendant.
You smiled with a small gasp, and reached out for the necklace. Just as you were about to grab hold, however, he yanked it back towards his body.
“Nu-uh, come here,” You leaned forward with a huff, and JJ moved your hair away from your neck to clip the necklace into place. You sat back up moved your hair to rest along your back and felt the necklace added to your collection of shells and dainty chains.
“Thank you, JJ, I love it,” You pressed a small kiss to his cheek before he spoke up.
“There’s more,” He reached back down to his lap and held up a shorter, but still very bright and colorful string of beads, in the middle of which, sat another Juul pod pendant.
You could barely contain your excitement, grabbing the bracelet, along with his hand. You happily clipped it around his wrist, adding it to his growling collection of beaded and leather bracelets.
“Ugh, we’re so cute,” brought his hand up to place a gentle kiss on the back of his hand.
“You’re so cute,” JJ added, quietly, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you into his chest.
“I love you,” You muttered, sleep in your voice.
“I love you more,” JJ muttered back, running his fingers through your hair.
“I love you most,” Your eyes were practically glued shut, your thumb rubbing soft, soothing circles on JJ’s jaw.
“Go to sleep, dork,” He whispered back, his soft smile still tugging at his lips.
Just as quickly as your high energy arts and crafts session had begun, you were fast asleep laying on JJ’s chest, your legs intertwined with his.
It was around nine in the morning when John B had woken up with tired eyes and a full bladder. He stepped out of his room, headed to the bathroom when he spotted you and JJ wrapped up in each other like a pretzel. Paint covered your arms and legs, even a bit on your face and in your hair, while small colorful beads littered the blankets you had pushed off of yourself in your sleep.
With a small chuckle and shake of his head he went into the bathroom, so happy his best friend since childhood had found his true home.
You.
fin.
Been feeling pretty shitty these last few days, so i decided the world needed a little more fluff.
gaten saying dustin wouldn't pick between eddie and steve bc they both mean so much to him in different ways while also saying he doesn't understand the need to separate them since steve and eddie get along well and he thought that eddie and dustin would convince steve to join in a DnD campaign with them since it would be "his dream" while also saying that dustin likes that eddie is unashamedly himself and he thinks that steve likes it too and i. i need a moment
Do people still feel as violated when people drink plain plant based milk as they do when people drink dairy milk. Like there’s the side that drink milk out the carton and the side that can’t stand that. Is it the same “that’s sacrilegious” level as me drinking almond milk out the carton?? I just wanted to know where I stood…
so i was rewatching 2x02 again and jonathan was saying how he doesn't know what joyce sees in bob and will was like "at least he doesn't treat me different" and i just want to cry
will felt so safe and comfortable with bob and i'm more emotional about it now especially after hearing noah say that will would've come out to him. bob and mike are the only two people that never treated will differently or made him feel like a mistake
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