#adhd reader

[lunamoonbby]

Hurt to comfort...it's just soap saying that reader can be annoying and a handful cause of her ADHD

Reader is female and a marine biologist

The use of wifey and lovie to refer to reader

This also based of me and my experiences with ADHD

What if simon is married to a reader with ADHD(the inattentive kind) and they also say the most random things too like quotes from movies and TV shows or thing they make up on the spot

So imagine Price, Soap, and Gaz are at Simon's and reader house to hangout and they're all talking about something like the game that's on TV and Simon asked wifey for her opinion and she give him her opinion and before she can finish her thought she's like "what should I make for dinner?" And Simon has to be like "lovie focus to what were you saying" and she's like oh right and finishes her thoughts and when it's all quiet she says, "I like apples and bananas...but I don't actually like bananas, the texture throws me off and smell is too pungent....but I do like banana bread...I should make banana bread...OH I haven't had corn bread in awhile" and price, soap, and gaz are like where she'd get the corn bread from and ghost is like, "I could get the ingredients to make corn bread and banana bread tomorrow" and wifey is like "yes please".

Wifey and ghost start to cuddle and wifey is like "I have to use the bathroom" and he let's go of her and she get distracted and starts doing something else like preparing a turkey and cheese sandwich for her and Simon cause she got hungry and if she's hungry simon is hungry and ghost notices that shes doing something else and he's like "don't you have to use the bathroom" and reader is like "oh yeah that's right" and she goes and soap is like, "I don't know how you do it LT but she would annoy the hell out me to the point I would yell at her" and everyone goes silent ghost is about to rip soap a new one until he sees wifey with tears coming out her eyes and she squeaks out an "oh" and runs up the stairs totally forgetting about the sandwiches and to not annoy anyone else cause she thinks if soap is annoyed at her then that means everyone else is annoyed and it's only a matter of time before ghost yells at her for her adhd tendencies.

She hears ghost yelling at soap saying he knew what he signed up for when he decided to get with his lovie and it's never a dull moment with her ADHD tendencies and it keeps him on his toes and that she can be random at times but he loves his wifey for who she is that she's the sun to his storm, and so he goes up stairs to check on her and he's like "lovie just know I would never yell at you and that I love you and your little ADHD tendencies and you aren't annoying anyone, so come let's go down stairs and say bye to the guys and we can watch a movie."

they go down stairs and before soap could apologize and wifey is like,"that's why you can't keep a girlfriend" gaz, price, and Simon are laughing and soap is like, " yeah I deserve that and I just want to say im sorry and I never should of said those things in the first place" and reader like "apology acknowledged...that doesn't mean I accept, just be nicer to people" and soap is like, "ok I'll be more nicer from now on and not just to you but to other people as well" and the guys leave bidding a fair well.

Simon and reader are cuddled up on the couch watching a shark movie and reader pointing out all the inaccuracies and Simon is having a blast watching his lovie get mad until lovie sees a sandwich in the movie and is like "the two sandwiches I was making!!!!" And Simon is like "don't worry I dealt with that before I checked up on you let me go get them" and he comes back with the 2 and lovie is like "one is for you, cause I figured if I was hungry then your hungry" and eventhough Simon isn't really hungry he still eats the sandwich cause his wifey was thinking about him when she was making her self a sandwich.

#lunamoonbby #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #i wanna have his babies #simon riley x reader #ghost riley #adhd reader #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #simon ghost x reader #call of duty simon ghost riley #simon x reader #simon riley x you #cod angst #cod fluff #x fem!reader

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Hello I am involved with your fics I was wondering if you could do a reader who is has like ADHD or if your not comfortable with that maybe one who struggles to sit still and one time kaz is like telling everyone the plan and gets annoyed at reader because they won't sit still and the ending is up to you

I totally understand if your not comfortable is making this and don't feel rushed to

Hunny, I have ADHD and I have had since I was younger. So I’m so glad to or this, but everyone’s symptoms can differ from one another! So I hope I can make this to fit everyone else💕 Thank you for the request and being so kind.

Spaced out.

Kaz brekker x ADHD!Reader. HC’s and small fic.

Notes: This should be gender neutral but I imagine a female so if I messes up I apologize. Y/n’s parents in this don’t know how to deal with her.

Warnings: Hyperactive, kaz being a little rude, probably a poor choice of words on my part, kaz yelling, small self blaming. Hurt to comfort.

At first kaz hated how you never stopped talking. It was always about something so small and unimportant, it made him second guess his choice of hiring you. You lost focus so easily, sometimes he could tell you something and a second later you would do it and say “Oh, I don’t remember you telling me.”

Then there was how you never sat still, picking at your skin or bouncing off the walls. At first he thought you were crazy, or insane. It wasn’t until you opened up to him because you could see he didn’t understand you.

“I have to thank you kaz.” You hummed as you pointed at him, you slumped in a chair in his office. “And why is that?” He was curious but he didn’t give you his full attention, he didn’t even look at you. “I know I can be a struggle, especially for you but I appreciate you not firing me. I have this thing called, ADHD, were my brain goes a million miles a seconds a time. It can be hard for me to focus, stay still and just…act normal sometimes.” You explained and that caught his attention.

He looked to the side at the side to seeyour face and everything came together. Though he wasn’t familiar with it, he had heard of it. Deep down he felt foolish for hating you for it. You couldn’t control it, and he was the last person to ever judge someone who couldn’t control something. “Not everyone can deal with it hell, my parents couldn’t. So thank you for dealing with it- With me.” You smiled at him so sweetly. That was the first time he really saw you…Like, really saw you. 

“You are a skill set this teams needs, don’t thank me for it. I would have fired you a while ago if you weren’t good at what you do.” He turned away. You could see he wasn’t trying to be nice, but you saw through him. This was him excepting you, and telling you he cares in his own little way.

Kaz after that would research on the subject, to learn everything he could. He need to know if this could mess his plans up. But that’s what he told himself. After a while we would pick up on your tells, or how to fix them if need be.

After a while he grew to like your little acts. He likes to hear you ramble while he did his work, though he sometimes didn’t pay attention- But he liked the sound. Then there was when you would just randomly see something and get distracted by the smallest thing. Kaz noticed you liked to play with your buttons, or just random things you can find.

So kaz would get you little puzzles to solve to keep you still. Or things to squeeze and play with at all times. If you space out that’s when he would just stare and wonder what your brain is thinkinh of. Kaz found himself comforted by you. It was strange but he couldn’t explain it, but he likes to see you be yourself.

Inside himself the fire started to burn when he looked at you. How your movement would always have him looking at you. The more time went on he was falling for you. So expect to have fidget toys a over the club, and kaz carries one of them at all times.

But sometimes kaz couldn’t help but get annoyed when you weren’t able to focus on the plan.

Spaced out you forgot about everything around you, and it wasn’t on purpose but your brain just fogged over. You couldn’t move your eyes as your hands played with themselves, what you were thinking of? No clue. It was just you and yourself.

Kaz could see it in your eyes, how you stared off into space and didn’t even look to where he was pointing on the map. “Y/n!” He called your name and slammed his hands onto the table making everyone jump. You turned your head with a dazzed look. You hummed in question and blinked yourself out of it.

He huffed in anger and stood back, “Can you point to where you’re stationed?” He asked and your brain went blank. It made your stomach fill up with guilt and looked at the map for some idea, trying to remember. Everyone was looking at you. Biting your lip you scooted closer and thought for a minute before pointing to the east wing of a the house.

Kaz tighter his jaw and everyone prepared themselves for what ever he was going to do next. A shouting voice ringed in their ears, “Everyone out!” You knew he meant all the others. On their way out everyone sent a apologetic look before leaving, knowing you were about to get a ear full.

You looked down and rubbed your arms. It was so easy to just listen! Why couldn’t your brain just pay attention and leave you alone. This was important, you knew it and yet you spaced out? Why couldn’t you just pay attention. You kicked yourself.

“You’re to go to the west wing, take out the guard on the balcony and make sure to wait for Jesper to get there. When he is there you give Inej the signal.” He stopped and looked at you annoyed. “Do you remember, or shall I go over what we have been planning for weeks?”

Shaking your head, “No, I remember I promise.” It was a split second before he slammed his hands back on the table and leaned forward with a scowl. “Then why don’t you remember where you’re supposed to be? Tell me y/n is what ever you’re thinking of more important then this?”

“No! Kaz, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to space out, it just happens.” Kaz chuckled deeply. “It’s been happening a lot. If you can’t make it through this then tell me, before we fail and our blood end ups on your hands.” It hurt how he spoke to you. Like he didn’t trust you, like he hate you…

Like he blamed you for it.

Before you could control it, tears formed in your eyes and spilled, a cry coming out softly as you stop yourself. Kaz froze at the sight , it was uncommon to see you like that. He immediately felt guilty and hated he how shouted at you. “Look, I don’t-” he struggled to speak as the weight in his chest got heavy. He wasn’t good at comforting people.

Kaz sighed and gripped his cane and began to walk around the table, slowly and limping. You had tried to calm yourself down because you knew he didn’t like emotions like this. Then the feeling of leather warmth patted your shoulders, his hand pressing so light. Looking up you saw his face with a small, uncomfortable smile.

(Sorrows, sorrows, prayers)

It made you feel better that we was trying to apologize with touch, something he hated doing. You moved and he pulled back his hand to let you reach on the table, grabbing a pen you put it to your skin and wrote on yourself. He watched you carefully trying to see what you wrote.

“Here.” You smiled at him and lifted your wrists to show him. The words “West wing.” and it was almost a proud aura you had around you. “That’s better.” He proclaimed.

After that you always wrote on yourself for small things that you had to remember, or sometimes he would write it for you because he didn’t trust your brain. But he understood you, even if he gets annoyed sometimes he doesn’t blame or hate you. He just works around it. After all…He loves you.

He loves everything about you.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x fem!readwr #shadow and bone x reader #adhd reader #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz brekker imagine

[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

Okay hear me out

Yautja with an s/o who has adhd

Yautja Vs ADHD

Yautja x GN! ADHD! Reader

Word count: 838

Warnings: Fuff, depictions of ADHD, depictions of social rejection

Summary: Your lover thinks you are strange for your species, but loves you regardless. 

A/N: OMG! I have ADHD too! Why did I not think of this!?

When your lover started dating you they had a lot of biases about ooman that they had to unlearn. They had been taught that oomans were fragile yet intelligent creatures, they knew that oomans were primitive but creative, and that they were highly social and very dangerous in groups. But after spending time with you a lot of their preconceived notions were challenged.

You were not fragile. You would regularly trip, fall, and bump into just about everything. Your lover was very concerned about this at first, but whenever it happened you would just walk it off like it was nothing. You would even laugh about it. Much to their unending confusion. Occasionally they would find cuts, scrapes, and bruises in random places on your body and ask how that happened. All you could do was shrug.

Your lover had hunted oomans before, so they knew just how intelligent they could be. So when you repeatedly forgot important items, or tasks they began to question if you were just one of the less intelligent ones. Every species has them. But as time went on and they grew to understand you more, they came to know that you were not stupid, you just struggled with some things. You seemed to have a brilliant mind for problem solving, even exceeding other examples of your species. Not to mention how long you could go on talking about your favorite topics. They adore the way you lit up as you talked. They do still often need to remind you about items and tasks, but they understand that everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Every day they understand yours more and more.

Your lover did tend to look down on ooman technology. To you, your phone was the most advanced device in the universe. It helps you keep track of important things, such as events and chores, and it can access the sum of all ooman knowledge in just seconds. But to your lover it was nothing more than a light up brick. But they did admire the creativity with which you used your primitive tools. Such as throwing on some music and suddenly being able to conjure the ability to do the dishes. You also used your creativity in other fascinating ways. Any and all artistic pursuits are revered by your lover. Art is not common in yautja culture, the art they do have though is highly symbolic and ceremonial. They love listening to you talk about the choices you made while making any given piece and find the concept of art for art's sake fascinating . 

One of the things that confused your lover the most was how you socialized. You seemed to really struggle talking to other oomans. You would start with your usual high energy, but the other ooman would quickly show their disinterest, causing you to get very discouraged and end the conversation very quickly. You also had a tendency to do, what you called, ‘overshare’. Your lover treasured any time when you would tell them everything on a given topic, whether that was how your day was or about the documentary you had just watched. The ooman on the receiving end of the oversharing however, would usually make their ‘discomfort’ known. Your lover would quickly get angry at whoever was icing you out, because they knew that you were just sociable and wanted to talk. Sometimes though you would avoid talking to people all together for all the above reasons. But in other, seemingly similar interactions, you could easily talk to another person like they were already your best friend. For some reason they would match your energy perfectly and the two of you would create a tight bond, only to go your separate ways and never talk again. 

There was one simple explanation for all of this that your lover was completely unaware of. Unaware of, until one day. The two of you were having dinner and having a conversation when they said something that caught you a little bit off guard. 

“You are a strange example of your species.”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked. 

“Well…” They thought for a moment, choosing their next words carefully. “You are constantly getting injured, but somehow end up fine. You are fiercely intelligent, but still manage to forget small things. You are incredibly creative, and industrious, but struggle with interpersonal communication, until you do not? It is just… you act strange for a ooman.” You blinked a few times, trying to figure out if you should be offended or not. Then you laughed.

“Have I not told you I have ADHD?”

“What?”

“ADHD, it stands for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, although it's really more of an attention regulation disorder rather than a deficit. Basically it affects how my brain works and, yeah it affects everything you mentioned.”

“So you are not a normal ooman!”

“No,” you giggled again. 

“That is all right though,” they said before you could continue. “I like the way you are, strange ooman.”

#fanfic #yautja #writing #x reader #gn!reader #predator alien #yautja x human #yautja x reader #fluff #comfort #adhd struggles #adhd #adhd reader #request

[fatkish]

I too have ADHD and I was wondering if you have any shoto x ADHD reader headcannons you’d be willing to share? Thanks a bunch and have a wonderful day 😘

Shoto x ADHD Reader

He has saved the links to many reputable websites that sell fidgets of all sorts

Literally has a designated pocket for your fidgets in his bag that way you always have something to fidget with

Uses his dad’s money to buy whatever you need

If you have trouble focusing in class then he’ll take notes and take the time to tutor you and help you understand

If you’re the kind of ADHD that can’t sit still then he’ll get an exercise bike pedal that can go underneath your desk

He’ll always help redirect your focus to whatever it needs to be on

He’s extremely patient and never gets mad when you’re struggling

If you take medication then he’ll always check to make sure you took it/them

He has study sessions at his house

His dad might not approve of you but that’s all the more reason to do it

If you forgot your lunch don’t worry, you can have some of his or he’ll buy you some

He enjoys taking care of you and helping you because he didn’t get to do a lot of that domestic stuff growing up

He’s always keeping an eye on you and making sure you don’t fall behind on your studies

He researches focusing techniques and tools so you can focus when you need it

If you forget to take your meds and go to school he’ll take you to the nurses office and make sure you’re okay before he goes to class

He’ll walk you home or have his driver drive you so that you don’t get lost since he worries you’ll chase a butterfly and get lost and not be able to find your way home

He has an extra phone charger that is the same type as your phone so he can charge yours in case you forgot yours

If you forget your homework at home, don’t worry, he’s prepared with a copy of your homework since you guys normally do it together

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shouto #adhd reader #shoto x reader

[slxtmeri]

Quackity x reader with ADHD (etc they dissociate a lot, forget stuff easily and will get distracted alot)

ANON YOU ARE SO REAL OML

as a person with adhd i appreciate this (my drafts box is proof of this /j)

quackity with reader who has ADHD

♡ buys reader fidget toys, or gives them little rubber bands or bracelets to give them something to fiddle with

♡ if he's talking to you and you zone out or get distracted, he doesn't get mad, he'll maybe crack a joke about it, but he then calmy repeats what he said, and reaches over to caress your hand to keep your focus on him.

♡ if you take medication, he definitely makes sure you never run out, he always goes to pick up your prescription for you.

♡ same thing with forgetting about stuff, he just reminds you. he also has both of your calendar apps connected, so he'll add the more important stuff to there so it doesnt get forgotten about

♡ if you're trying to focus on something but can't, (i.e. work, schoolwork, editing) he always knows when to force you to take a break. (idk for me ill constantly get distracted but keep going back to one thing for HOURS)

love u anon mwah

#mcyt x reader #mcyt #dsmp #quackity #quackity headcannons #quackity x reader #quackity fluff #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #qsmp #qsmp x reader #qsmp x you #adhd #adhd reader

[beelmons]

Aaron Hotchner x ADHD!Girlfriend (based on something that literally just happened to me)

"Honey?" you heard Aaron yell from outside your studio as you absent mindedly scrolled through your computer's browser.

"Yes, babe?" you shouted back, your eyes not moving from the screen even though you weren't looking at anything in particular.

"Have you been taking your stimulants?" he asked in a neutral tone.

"Yes" you lied, truth was you had forgotten about it the past few weeks. This was something you didn't do deliberatedly, you knew better than to experiment with your brain chemicals out of the blue, but truth was you had been a little bit too busy, and once that happened, most of the time it was self-care the first thing you threw out of the window.

Said habit annoyed your boyfriend, being that he wanted you to feel your best, he was concerned about your health, mental and physical, after all, and he tried to his very core to help you with it, but he couldn't be there every waking second, he needed to trust you to take care of yourself.

"Why are lying to me?" there was a split second of silence before he appeared through your door.

His sudden entrance made you jump on your seat, and you quickly turned your chair to see him. "You can profile me with just three words?!" you blurted with genuine confusion.

"Fortunately, you're a little bit easier to read than that." you could see the hint of a smile he was holding back on his face "You cooked something today, didn't you?" he continued.

"How did you-" he had been on a trip until earlier in the afternoon, there was no way he could have known about your savory breakfast.

"Found this in your pocket while doing laundry."

From behind, he pulled out his fist to show you a whole head of garlic still unpeeled. You brought your hands up in embarrassment, you didn't even remember putting it in there, you must have needed your hand for something else and just slipped it in your pants without noticing.

"I'm sorry, Aaron." you muttered with a pout.

"It's alright, sweetie," he walked closer to press a gentle kiss to your forehead "just promise me you will go back to taking your pills routinely?"

You broke into a gentle laugh and nodded your head "On one condition." you said, and he raised his eyebrows questioningly "Give me a kiss."

He finally let his lips curl up into a crescent before he leaned to press them onto yours. He moved them slowly and passionately, his hand pressing against the nape of your neck to push you further against him. You finally pulled away after a short while.

"I'm actually thankful it was your turn to do laundry." you joked.

"So am I, honestly," he agreed "otherwise our clothes would have been cooked into a stew."

A/N Below:

Okay so today I was making chilli oil to take to people tomorrow at work and of course it involved garlic. Fast forward to half an hour ago when I was sitting on my pc playing overwatch and I touched my pocket so see if I had my phone and felt a lump. I thought it was one of my keychains for my car keys (it's pretty round and big) and when I pulled it out it was an ENTIRE GARLIC HEAD? i have no memory of putting it in there like what the fuck lil weird brain of mine .

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #blurb: hotchner #blurb: criminal minds #blurb: mine #adhd reader #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner/reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner/you #hotch x you #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner fic

[the-self-indulgent-corner]

Genshin characters x a reader with ADHD!

Summary: Your ADHD is odd, however, your (boy)friend is just as strange, so you think it evens out.

Or, how the genshin characters react to a reader with ADHD. (Ft some lesser known aspects of ADHD)

Featuring: Tighnari, Venti, Xiao & Albedo. Can be read as romantic or platonic.

A/n: it's frankly criminal how few neurodivergent reader content there is out there so here I am.

Disclaimer!! While I do have ADHD nobody’s ADHD is the same, so what might be common for me is something another person has never experienced.

Also I drop some lesser known aspects of ADHD in this post so here’s a general index of what those terms mean. It’s a lot more nuanced than what I’ve written down here but it’ll give you a general idea of the concept!

Index:

Executive dysfunction/ADHD paralysis: Wanting to do your job/work, but it feels like you’re physically unable to.

Food sensory issues/selective eating habits: A lot of people with ADHD are ‘picky eaters’ and refuse to eat certain foods even if it's good for them. Usually we pick foods with high sugar since it causes a ‘dopamine surge’.

Auditory processing disorder (APD): Having difficulty making out what someone is saying or processing what someone said too slowly.

Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD): Being much more sensitive to rejection or perceived rejection.

Verbal stim: Exactly the same as other stims (Like bouncing your leg or clicking a pen) but just with words. Usually being a certain phrase, sentence, or humming. Although any vocalization can be a verbal stim.

Tighnari

Probably the most knowledgeable about this out of everyone on this list.

He knows it's not just 'lose your focus fast' and that ADHD is a lot more nuanced than that but at the same time he isn't an expert on it.

You'll have to explain some things to him, and knowing Tighnari, he'd happily let you tell him.

Mf takes notes. If he gets too excited and overwhelmes you tell him so he'll calm down a little lmao

Downside of him knowing a lot about (your) ADHD is that he knows when you need to cut back on some things.

If you're a very picky eater like me and don't like the taste/texture of healthy food he will literally not allow it LMAO

You'll be eating an excessive amount of sugar and he'll literally snatch whatever is in your hands and tell you to eat something healthy instead. And no, you cannot convince him to give it back to you until further notice.

If you hate the texture of actual healthy food he’ll definitely find an alternative for you to eat no matter how long it takes. You are not getting out of this.

In the nicest way possible… Tighnari is probably a little annoyed about your ADHD sometimes 💀💀💀

He never blames you or gets mad at you because he knows it's not your fault when this does or doesn't happen but he's still a bit miffed about it lmao.

Like when your auditory processing disorder suddenly kicks in and you make him repeat himself ten times. Or how you space out during his lectures.

However, Tighnari is smart so he'd definitely find a way to gain your attention so when he tells you things you can actually pay attention.

He's pretty good at wrangling your executive dysfunction, too (he's used to Collei having similar problems when he's tutoring her). He believes in the work/reward system and he always knows what'll make you actually get up to do what you're supposed to.

Usually by using your current hyper fixation/interests against you LMAO

"Do that assignment/task and I'll take you out to get that merch you've been wanting for over a month."

"YOU WILL!?"

(If you like soft things like his ears, he would absolutely use it as bait for you to do your work also LMAO)

But if it's a really rough day he knows when to dial back on his constant nagging for you to do your work and encourages you to take it easy for the day.

If you're like me and forget things semi-regularly he'd always remind you. Especially if it's an outing/meeting with someone.

(Although, if you're the type of person to get annoyed by it he'll stop/dial it back if you ask.)

You 🤝 Tighnari

Can be overstimulated by loud noises easier than others.

Seriously though you both are at a loud party or something and look over to each other giving each other the 'why are we here? Just to suffer'? Look.

But if either of you are about to/are overstimulated you leave the area with each other to calm down. It's sweet 💖

He was originally a bit annoyed by how easily your mind wandered or how quickly you jumped from topic to topic but got used to it after a while. It even grew on him, he finds it endearing nowadays.

Always loves to hear you talk about your hyper fixation, seeing you so happy makes him happy too.

(And you best believe you'll be listening to that boy's flower talk. You think you know more than most rangers about the flora in Teyvat than they do. He's cute though, and you love hearing him talk about it as well, so really it's a win-win scenario.)

Mean this in the nicest way possible, but.. Tighnari is probably going to make you feel really bad once or twice on accident LMAO

With this tough love nature and your Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria you sometimes can't tell when he's being sarcastic/playful and/or he didn't mean what he said (or simply didn't understand.)

He almost always realizes right away and reassures you he meant no harm, and you believe him, but you're understandably still a bit upset LOL

He always makes it up to you, though <3

And if you ever get mad at yourself about how easily you get upset he's always there to reassure you that it's okay and you shouldn't bash your emotions like that, even if they're irrational.

He's your free therapist /j

Was originally confused when you started verbally stimming around him before you explained that to him as well. As long as it's not unexpectedly loud, he doesn't mind it and if you ever stop for a long period of time he def gets a bit upset 💀 like 'why'd you stop?? Did something happen??'

And if you stim in a way that hurts you he definitely puts a stop to it right away. Usually by offering you alternative ways to stim in ways that don't make you hurt yourself.

He is your mom (boy)friend <3

“I knew it. This place is way too loud for you as well, isn't it? C'mon, let's go out for a bit.”

Venti

"Oh you mean like the thing where you can't sit still?"

Hit him.

But really, Venti doesn’t quite understand what ADHD is all that much. He’s heard the term before but never really cared to figure out what it means. You’ll have to educate him on it before he understands.

Honestly he’s kind of surprised at how much more there is to ADHD than he originally thought. Like damn your brain works against you like that?? You deal with that DAILY?? Damn bitch you live like this? /lh

… But also he unironically kind of finds it funny.

“I can’t believe your brain will go to such lengths to not do work just because it doesn’t like it.”

“Shut up.”

Sorry, but Venti is a tease at heart and he cannot hold himself back. Although, if he sees you genuinely upset by what he said he’ll apologize.

Despite that Venti is actually really good at helping you if you need it. He never gets annoyed if he has to repeat himself a dozen times or if he has to help you get something done, or if he has to calm you down for any reason.

If your ADHD is keeping you from falling asleep Venti always offers to sing you to sleep, it’s up to you if you decide to accept or not. (He’ll be very pouty if you decline though lol)

If you're like me and have lost items right in front of you (once I lost an item I was looking for for a good fifteen minutes. It was in my hand.) Venti can and will tease you about this.

"Hmm~ I don't know… Where did you see it last?" You could basically hear the laugh in his voice.

Once you do find it in a really obvious spot he will then laugh out loud. Just joke about breaking up with/leaving him and he'll quickly be on his knees apologizing

If one of your vocal stims is humming/singing anytime Venti catches wind of it he's definitely singing along with you. It turns into a karaoke in seconds and you're both laughing and smiling by the end of it.

He’s surprisingly one of the most understanding people on this list. No matter what, he'll always be there for you and somehow always knows how to help. You asked him about that and he said,

“Well, a magician can never reveal their secrets.”

“You’re not a magician, though. You’re a bard.”

“Then how is it that I stole your heart?”

Hit him again /j

Although there is one aspect he’s not great at steering you away from only because he’s also bad at steering himself away from it.

Impulsive tendencies.

Did you impulsively buy something? What a coincidence. Venti did something similar just seconds ago. Did you leave the group you were with because something caught your eye? Venti is right beside you, also looking for whatever caught your attention. Did you say something without really thinking about it? Venti just did the same somewhere across the room.

You guys are almost in sync for impulsive decision making no matter how far apart you two may or may not be.

On multiple occasions you’ve both run to each other in a panic after you both impulsively did something you shouldn’t have.

“Venti, help! I just entered a competition I know nothing about and it starts tomorrow afternoon!”

“Y/n, help! I just promised I’d do something I definitely shouldn’t!”

You both look at each other in panic and internally scream.

Xiao

Unlike Venti, Xiao hasn’t the slightest clue what ADHD is. He literally has no concept of mental disabilities and genuinely just thought some people had a harder time with things, not that their brain is wired differently.

Before you tell him he’ll see you stimming sometimes or notice you say certain words or phrases multiple times and just shrugs it off as ‘human things’. Same could be said for most of your ADHD shenanigans.

It was a blessing and a curse since he wouldn’t judge you for any of them, however if something like your executive dysfunction kicked in he’d probably think you’re being lazy 💀💀

You’d have to have a long sit-down talk about your ADHD and everything that goes on with it before he understands and can help you with it.

Even if you’re like me and your explanation skills are about as clear as muddy water he’d likely at least get the gist of it.

Now listen, Xiao is a harsh person by nature but once you tell him about your rejection sensitive dysphoria and what it means he’s probably looking back on anytime he was even slightly mean to you and worrying about if he accidentally hurt you.

Reassure him that even if he did hurt you, it’s in the past now and he knows to do better now.

Boy is much softer to you after that talk, even if he won’t admit it. He's the one least likely to accidentally hurt you with words out of everyone.

Xiao didn’t- and frankly, still kinda doesn’t- know a lot about humans before he met you, so he’s learning as he goes. Which means that at the beginning he’s going to be really awkward with comforting/helping you.

He’s trying though! And if you tell him how to help either before or after something like your executive dysfunction starts acting up, he’ll… still be a little awkward, if i’m being honest, but it helps much more than before you told him anything. The more he gets used to your ADHD the easier it’ll be for him to help you with it.

It becomes easier over time for both of you and Xiao slowly grows a ‘sixth sense’ if something is wrong.

Forgot something at the house? Xiao is already handing it to you as you turn around to go and grab it. Impulsive did something you probably shouldn’t have? Xiao is suddenly there to calm you down and do damage control. Your brain suddenly refusing to process what someone said? Xiao breaks down what they said so you can fully process it.

Seriously, bring him grocery shopping with you. He'll remember things you didn't even put on the list.

You wonder how Xiao got this power and Xiao also wonders how he got this power but he isn’t complaining. If he can help you in any way, he will.

"Hey, you forgot your lunch. I don't want you going hungry while I'm gone..."

Tease him about how he's acting like a caregiver and watch him turn red.

Albedo

He didn't know much about ADHD before he met you if he was being honest.

He knew more than Venti and Xiao but less than Tighnari, so you won't have to explain as much as you did with the previous two!

He finds it very intriguing, although he is the chief alchemist and human psychology has little to nothing to do with that, he finds himself listening to everything you have to say about it.

He knew humans learned in different ways but he didn't know how nuanced all of it was.

Just like Tighnari this guy is taking notes, although he's a bit calmer than Tighnari was lmao

"Fascinating. I knew humans were complex creatures, but this is much more nuanced than I originally anticipated."

Just like with Xiao, even if your explanation skills are less than ideal, Albedo still gets what you mean.

Seriously, he will pry every detail that you know about it out of you to the point that the conversation has already passed three hours and neither of you noticed.

He's asking questions you didn't even think of and you've known you've had ADHD for years.

Unfortunately, you often have to disappoint him with the fact that there's not exactly an abundance of information on mental illness/disabilities and that he'd likely have to find out for himself.

Even after that Albedo still asks you questions about your ADHD sometimes which you can either quickly answer or it takes ten minutes of pondering to figure it out.

He waits for you tho <3

You 🤝 Albedo

What the fuck is a social cue

You're usually at least a little better at spotting them than Albedo is, but it's still something you both struggle with 💀💀💀

Difference is that while you may try to apologize, Albedo just doesn't care.

He lives on a cold mountain, it's only natural that he has bad people skills. (He just like me fr fr)

In the nicest way possible the first few times you impulsively make a decision/have Executive dysfunction/etc Albedo will definitely say smthn like, "Oh, so this is what it looks like." 💀

Mf is lucky he's cute.

Afterwards though he'll help in any way he can. Which, of course means, any way alchemy can.

You're surprised at how useful all the things he made for you are, and you're grateful for that man making them for you every day.

All of Albedo's previous note-taking and observations of any bad habits you have because of your ADHD ended up with him being able to handle your bad habits better than you can 💀

Buddy is too smart for his own good.

You're taking notes from him at this point. You'd be a little offended that he knows more about your mental disability than you do but honestly if it helps you manage it better you'll take it with open arms.

While you're in his laboratory he likes hearing about you info dump about your hyper fixation. It's better background noise than the howling winds outside and you look adorable while talking about it. That's a win-win for him.

(Although like Tighnari, you'll also hear about his own experiments. Even if you're not really processing the information Albedo appreciates that you're trying)

If you're more creatively inclined he'll occasionally ask for your help if he's stuck on a project to see if you can think of something he hasn't yet. Even if you don't he says your input helps (translation: he likes hearing your voice and opinions)

Out of everyone on this list he's the least baffled about your odd habits. Man's is so unbothered by everything it's kinda funny.

The only thing he's worried about is when you look after Klee alone… he trusts the both of you to be able to take care of yourselves, but Klee is impulsive by herself. And if you're also impulsive it could lead to tragedy.

"You're aware the acting grand master is trying to stop Klee's habit of fish blasting, correct?"

"Well, maybe the acting grand master should try fish blasting herself! It's not our fault it's so fun!"

You're not allowed to babysit anymore

Ending note: I'm so bad at hcs it's also kinda funny. Ah oh well, at least you can say I tried! Sorry if anyone was ooc but also this is MY blog and I GET TO CHOOSE how to portray characters!!1! Also if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes no there isn't.

I was planning on adding more characters but kinda ran out of steam lmao. Mayhaps I will one day, but for now this is all you get <3 bye~

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x adhd reader #albedo x reader #tighnari x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #adhd reader #im down so bad for fictional men i have a problem

[moonysreid]

three drink rule (melissa schemmenti x reader)

warnings: adhd/neurodivergent reader, not proofread (i wrote this like a year ago istg)

disclaimers: adapted from wattpad, gn!reader, it makes no sense because my brain is like mush

i needed to explain the neurodivergent issues i’m having and i’ve got the flu

"love, do you want a coffee?" you asked mel as you made your way towards the coffee machine, ready to replace the empty pot

"i'm alright, hun" she hummed as she slid her glasses back on, trying to read through her lesson plans

as the coffee was brewing you ventured towards the vending machine, which, of course, caught the eyes of jacob- his gaze followed you across the room

when the redhead went to lift her head she could see jacob’s furrowed brows “why does your face look like that?”, the look in her eyes screaming ‘unimpressed’ with his staring

“why are they getting another drink when they’re making themselves coffee?”

you stood at the vending machine, humming the harry potter theme tune, completely unaware of the way that your girlfriend was probably about the throw her stapler at jacob

“it's the three drink rule" she deadpanned as she pushed her glasses to rest on top of her head, her lack of explanation confusing jacob further

after some awkward silence janine took lead and decided to find the answer from the source, "hey, y/n"

the sudden mention of your name caused you to jump slightly from being so lost in the steam rising from the coffee, a small buzz going up your spine from the abrupt interruption

"what's the 'three drink rule?"

“oh” you beamed, kind of excited to explain the concept because people usually rather kept to judging than actually asking you

you start explaining as you absentmindedly pass an unfazed melissa your freshly made coffee “well, water is the clean, neutral drink and the fizzy can is something with a different texture and finally the coffee is the warm drink - even though i probably shouldn’t have the caffeine”

your girlfriend perked up again at the mention of you and caffeine, quickly digging through her bag and pulling out a hot chocolate sachet, “i brought some of these because i knew that you’d need something warm”

“oo, can i have some hot chocolate?”

“no, jacob”

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x you #janine teagues #adhd things #adhd stuff #lisa ann walter #jacob hill #adhd reader #neurodivergent #neurodivergent reader

[jamiewintons]

Okay, does anyone have any headcanons for Sanji in a relationship with a neurodivergent reader who has sensory issues with food? Because I’m autistic/ADHD and have trouble with "fancy" food (like the kind of stuff that Sanji would cook) and I just wonder how he’d react to someone like that 😆

#mari speaks #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #opla sanji x reader #opla x reader #autistic reader #adhd reader #neurodivergent reader #feel free to send any headcanons you have into my ask box #I’m only tagging so much because I don’t have many one piece followers (yet) and I’m trying to make friends haha #I’ve only seen the live action tho!!

[simpforfandom231]

i don't forget too well PT3

Warnig: Self-harm, depression, sad feelings. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The next day dawned with a promise of a new beginning. Renée and Y/N decided to venture into the city for a day of shopping—a simple escape from the routine, an opportunity to embrace the present moment.

As they strolled through the bustling streets, the energy of the city enveloped them. Renée, ever attuned to Y/N's needs, noticed the spark of restlessness in her girlfriend's eyes. The city's sensory overload had begun to trigger Y/N's ADHD, manifesting in heightened energy and difficulty focusing.

"Hey, cutie," Renée said, gently grasping Y/N's hand. "How about we take a break and grab a coffee?"

Y/N nodded appreciatively, and they found a cozy café to pause and regroup. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soothing ambiance provided a welcomed respite for Y/N.

However, the tranquility was short-lived as they decided to resume their shopping. Renée, being a recognizable figure, attracted attention from fans along the way. While many interactions were positive, one encounter took an unexpected turn.

As Renée and Y/N browsed through a trendy boutique, a fan approached them with excitement. "Renée! Oh my gosh, I'm a huge fan! Can I get a picture?" the fan gushed.

Renée, gracious as always, agreed, posing for a photo. However, the energy from the encounter sparked a surge in Y/N's ADHD. The heightened emotions, combined with the sensory stimuli of the busy store, turned Y/N's restlessness into overexcitement.

Feeling the spike in Y/N's energy, Renée tried to navigate the situation. "Hey, cutie, let's take it easy, okay?" she whispered, squeezing Y/N's hand.

But just as they attempted to blend into the background and continue shopping, another fan approached, a disapproving frown on her face. "Renée, seriously? You're dating someone with ADHD?" she remarked, her tone laced with judgment.

Y/N, already struggling with the overstimulation, caught the negative vibes. The comment felt like a stab, and the familiar waves of self-doubt began to crash over her.

Renée, maintaining her composure, responded calmly, "Yes, I am. And I love her for who she is. ADHD is a part of her, and it doesn't define her worth or our relationship."

The fan rolled her eyes dismissively. "Well, I think you could do better. Someone without all these issues."

Y/N's heart sank, the words cutting deep. Renée, however, stood her ground, refusing to let the negativity tarnish their day. "We all have our challenges, but that doesn't make us any less deserving of love and happiness. If you can't accept that, I'm sorry."

As the fan huffed away, Renée turned to Y/N with a reassuring smile. "You okay, cutie?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Yeah, just a lot to take in."

Renée gently cupped Y/N's face. "You are perfect just as you are. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise."

With renewed determination, they continued their shopping excursion, navigating the city streets and encountering a mix of positive and challenging moments. Throughout it all, Renée remained a pillar of support for Y/N, offering comfort and reassurance.

The day that had begun with the promise of a simple shopping excursion took an unexpected turn. As Renée and Y/N returned home, the energy that had fueled their adventures in the city shifted into an undercurrent of tension. The unspoken struggles from the encounter with the judgmental fan lingered, waiting to manifest in the silence of their shared space.

Renée, sensing the weight in the air, decided to address the underlying tension. "Cutie, is everything okay?" she asked, her tone gentle, yet probing.

Y/N, still reeling from the emotional rollercoaster of the day, couldn't find the right words to express the turmoil within. Frustration, anger, and a lingering sense of hurt simmered beneath the surface.

"It's just... that fan today," Y/N began, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I can't believe someone could be so judgmental. And it hurts."

Renée sighed, recognizing the need for open communication. "I know, cutie. It was tough, but we can't let someone like that affect us. We're stronger than that."

But the unresolved emotions from the encounter were a powder keg waiting to explode. Y/N, unable to regulate the rising anger, lashed out impulsively. "Maybe it wouldn't be so tough if I didn't have ADHD. Maybe you wouldn't have to deal with all this judgment if you were with someone 'normal.'"

The words hung in the air, a momentary silence following the verbal strike. Renée, caught off guard by the hurtful remark, felt the sting of the words like a sudden slap.

"Y/N, that's not fair," Renée retorted, her voice carrying a mix of hurt and frustration. "You know I don't see you that way. ADHD doesn't define you, and it doesn't change how I feel about you."

But the damage was done. The heated exchange had unearthed unspoken fears and insecurities, turning the atmosphere from tension into a tempest of emotions. Y/N, feeling the weight of the words she couldn't take back, retorted with a defensive edge.

"Maybe it should, Renée! Maybe you deserve someone who doesn't come with all this baggage, someone who doesn't make your life more complicated!"

Renée, usually composed, felt the eruption of emotions within her. The hurtful words struck a chord, awakening emotions she had kept at bay. "Don't you dare say that, Y/N. I love you, every part of you. But I won't accept you pushing me away because of your own insecurities."

The argument escalated, each word a sharp point of contention. The apartment, once a haven, became a battlefield of emotions. Y/N, overwhelmed by frustration and a sense of inadequacy, continued to vent her anger.

The fight reached its peak, with both Renée and Y/N standing on the precipice of their breaking points. The words exchanged were like daggers, leaving wounds that transcended the argument itself. Renée, feeling the weight of the emotional turmoil, exploded in a burst of frustration.

"Maybe you're right, Y/N. Maybe I do deserve better. Someone who doesn't throw everything back in my face when they're upset. Someone who can communicate without resorting to hurtful words."

Y/N, realizing the gravity of the situation, felt a pang of regret for the words that had been said. The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of the emotional fallout.

As the echoes of the fight reverberated through the apartment, Renée and Y/N stood at a crossroads. The love that had once been a source of strength now felt strained by the wounds inflicted in the heat of the argument.

The apartment, once filled with the echoes of their heated argument, now rested in a heavy silence. The emotional storm that had brewed between Renée and Y/N left behind a landscape of hurt feelings and unspoken regret. Renée, usually the pillar of strength, felt the weight of guilt settle on her shoulders.

"I didn't mean to say that, Y/N," Renée finally spoke, her voice carrying a mix of guilt and regret. "I know I shouldn't have exploded like that. I'm sorry."

Y/N, still wrestling with the emotional fallout, looked away for a moment before meeting Renée's gaze. The pain in her eyes was evident, a reflection of the internal turmoil that had been stirred.

"Maybe you're right, Renée," Y/N replied, her voice soft but firm. "Maybe I'm not the right person for you. Maybe you do deserve someone who won't lash out in anger and say things they can't take back."

Renée's heart sank at the words, the gravity of the situation hitting her like a wave. The guilt deepened as she saw the hurt in Y/N's eyes, an unintended consequence of their argument.

"Cutie, no, that's not what I meant," Renée pleaded, taking a step closer. "I love you, and I don't want anyone else. I just... I messed up, and I shouldn't have let my frustration get the better of me."

Y/N, still processing the intensity of their exchange, couldn't shake off the lingering sense of inadequacy. "Maybe I'm just too much, Renée. Maybe you deserve someone who's not a constant emotional rollercoaster."

Renée cupped Y/N's face gently, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You're not too much, Y/N. You're perfect for me. I just... I lost control, and I said things I didn't mean. I'm so sorry."

Y/N looked into Renée's eyes, the conflict within her apparent. "But what if I can't change, Renée? What if I'm always going to be like this, struggling with my emotions and pushing you away?"

Renée sighed, recognizing the depth of Y/N's insecurities. "We all have our struggles, cutie. I don't want you to change. I just want us to find better ways to communicate and navigate through the tough moments together."

The vulnerability between them hung in the air, a shared acknowledgment of the challenges they faced individually and as a couple. Y/N, torn between the desire to believe in their love and the fear of being a burden, took a moment to collect her thoughts.

"I want to be better for you, Renée," Y/N admitted, her voice laced with determination. "I don't want to hurt you like this. But I'm scared that I can't change."

Renée embraced Y/N, holding her close as if shielding her from the weight of the world. "We'll figure it out together, cutie. I don't have all the answers either, but I know we can't let one argument define us."

As they stood in the quiet aftermath of their fight, the apartment became a sanctuary for shared vulnerability. The love that had been tested now faced the challenge of rebuilding trust and understanding.

The next morning dawned with a quiet tension that lingered in the apartment. Renée, gearing up for a series of morning interviews, noticed the subdued atmosphere but attributed it to the aftermath of their argument. Y/N, however, was grappling with the weight of her insecurities, a silent struggle that threatened to consume her.

As Renée prepared to leave, she approached Y/N, who was sitting on the couch, a distant look in her eyes. "I'll be back in a few hours, cutie. Try to take it easy, okay?" Renée urged, concern etched on her face.

Y/N managed a small nod, but the internal storm raged on. The morning interviews had become an unexpected battleground for their emotions.

Left alone in the apartment, Y/N's insecurities took hold. The echoes of the argument, combined with the judgmental encounter from the day before, had carved a deep trench of doubt within her. The overwhelming sense of inadequacy swallowed her, drowning out the voice of reason.

As minutes turned into an hour, Y/N found herself spiraling into a dark place. The silence in the apartment became suffocating, and the emotional turmoil surged to the forefront. Y/N's attempts to quell the storm within were futile, and a torrent of tears streamed down her face.

She sat on the bathroom floor, the cool tiles beneath her offering a temporary escape from the chaos in her mind. Y/N gazed into the mirror, her own reflection a distorted image of pain and vulnerability. The desire for relief, for an escape from the relentless thoughts that haunted her, became overwhelming.

In a moment of desperation, Y/N's trembling hands reached for a razor blade. The sharp edge, a temporary relief from the internal storm, became an outlet for the pain that felt insurmountable. Deep cuts marked the silent battle, each one a desperate attempt to gain control over the chaos within.

Meanwhile, Renée, caught up in the hustle of interviews, realized she had forgotten her phone. A sense of urgency propelled her back to the apartment. Little did she know, the homecoming would unveil a scene of profound distress.

As Renée rushed in, the apartment seemed unnaturally quiet. A sense of foreboding settled in her chest. The bathroom door, slightly ajar, revealed a scene that would haunt Renée.

The sight of Y/N, huddled on the floor with blood-stained hands, sent shockwaves through Renée. Time seemed to freeze as she took in the gravity of the situation. Panic and fear gripped her heart, eclipsing any rational thought.

"Y/N!" Renée's voice trembled as she rushed to Y/N's side, her hands shaking as she assessed the wounds. "What... what happened?"

Y/N, tears streaming down her face, couldn't find the words to explain the depth of her pain. The regret and desperation mingled, creating a haunting silence in the wake of the unfolding tragedy.

Renée, her mind racing, dialed for emergency help. The weight of the moment bore heavily on her as she attempted to provide some form of comfort to Y/N while waiting for assistance.

"I'm so sorry, cutie," Renée whispered, her voice breaking. "I should have been here. I should have seen..."

The distant wail of ambulance sirens grew louder, signaling the arrival of the emergency responders. As the red and white lights flashed outside the apartment, Renée's heart raced, a pulsating drumbeat of fear echoing through the room.

The paramedics burst into the apartment, their faces masked by a mix of urgency and professionalism. Renée, her eyes wide with panic, gestured towards the bathroom where Y/N sat, a silent figure amidst the turmoil.

"Over here, please help her," Renée pleaded, her voice quivering with a blend of fear and guilt.

The paramedics, well-trained in navigating through moments of crisis, rushed to Y/N's side. They took in the scene—the blood-stained hands, the raw wounds, the vacant stare—and began their assessment.

"Can you tell us your name?" one paramedic asked gently, crouching down to Y/N's eye level.

Y/N, her gaze distant and numb, took a moment to register the question. "Y/N," she whispered, the word barely audible.

The paramedics exchanged glances, silently communicating the gravity of the situation. Renée hovered nearby, her eyes never leaving Y/N, her hands shaking as she struggled to hold onto composure.

"What happened, Y/N?" another paramedic inquired, his tone a mix of concern and clinical detachment.

Y/N hesitated, the words caught in her throat. Renée, sensing her partner's struggle, stepped forward. "I... I came back, and I found her like this. I don't know why. I don't know what happened."

The paramedics, accustomed to the unpredictable nature of emergencies, continued their assessment. They examined the wounds, asked Y/N about any medications or pre-existing conditions, and took note of the emotional state of both Y/N and Renée.

As the questions unfolded, Renée grappled with a whirlwind of emotions. Guilt gnawed at her, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders. The apartment, once a haven, now felt like a battleground where the consequences of their struggles manifested in raw, painful clarity.

One paramedic turned to Renée, offering a reassuring but stern gaze. "We're taking her to the hospital for further evaluation and treatment. Are you coming with us?"

Renée nodded, her voice hoarse as she replied, "Yes, of course. I need to be with her."

The paramedics worked swiftly, stabilizing Y/N and carefully guiding her onto the stretcher. As they wheeled her towards the ambulance, Y/N's vacant gaze met Renée's, a silent plea for understanding and support.

Renée climbed into the ambulance, her heart heavy with the realization that their journey had taken an unexpected and painful turn. The doors closed behind them, shutting out the outside world as they sped towards the hospital.

Inside the ambulance, the paramedics continued their assessment, monitoring Y/N's vital signs and administering gentle reassurances. Renée, seated beside Y/N, held her hand, the touch a fragile lifeline connecting them in the midst of the turmoil.

The journey to the hospital felt like an eternity, each passing moment fraught with uncertainty and the unspoken question of what lay ahead. The sirens wailed through the city, a mournful soundtrack to the shared struggle of two souls entangled in a complex dance of love, pain, and the profound need for understanding.

The ambulance screeched to a halt at the entrance of the hospital's emergency department. The doors swung open, revealing a team of medical professionals ready to take over Y/N's care. Renée, her eyes red from a mixture of tears and anxiety, clung to the hope that the hospital staff could help Y/N find the support and healing she needed.

As they transferred Y/N onto a hospital bed, Renée felt a wave of helplessness. The sterile hospital surroundings contrasted sharply with the emotional turbulence that had brought them here. Medical professionals swarmed around Y/N, their focus on assessing the extent of the injuries and determining the appropriate course of action.

Renée stood by, a silent observer to the medical ballet unfolding in front of her. She felt the weight of the morning's events bearing down on her, the guilt and fear intertwining like a vine around her heart. The medical staff exchanged information efficiently, and the hospital room became a temporary sanctuary—a place where the complexities of mental health were met with clinical expertise.

In a moment of realization, Renée fumbled for her phone. She needed support, someone to lean on in this moment of vulnerability. A name flashed in her mind—Ayla, her close friend who had been a pillar of strength in times of need.

As she dialed Ayla's number, Renée's hands trembled. The phone rang, each passing second an eternity as the hospital room seemed to close in around her.

"Renée? What's going on?" Ayla's voice, a familiar anchor, resonated through the phone.

Renée's voice cracked as she tried to articulate the tumult of emotions. "Ayla, it's Y/N. We're at the hospital. I found her... I found her like this, and I don't know what to do."

Ayla, sensing the urgency in Renée's tone, reassured her. "Take a deep breath, Renée. What happened? Is Y/N okay?"

Renée recounted the events of the morning—the argument, the discovery, the ambulance ride. Each word was a weight lifted, an attempt to share the burden of the situation.

"I'm so scared, Ayla. I don't know how this happened. I thought we could get through anything together," Renée admitted, her voice raw with vulnerability.

Ayla, the epitome of calm and compassion, responded, "Renée, you're doing the right thing by seeking help. Y/N needs professional care, and you're there for her. Take it one step at a time."

Renée nodded, even though Ayla couldn't see her. The support from a friend, even over the phone, provided a semblance of strength in a moment of crisis.

"I need you to be strong, Renée. For Y/N and for yourself. Lean on the medical professionals, and don't hesitate to ask for help. I'm here for you, and we'll get through this together," Ayla reassured.

As Renée hung up the phone, she took a moment to collect herself. The hospital room, once a place of uncertainty, became a stage for resilience. Y/N, now under the care of medical professionals, was on a path towards healing.

The hospital staff finished their initial assessments, leaving Renée alone in the room with Y/N. The sterile hospital air felt heavy, charged with the weight of the emotions that hung in the atmosphere. Y/N lay on the hospital bed, a mere physical presence. The vibrant energy that had once defined her seemed to have retreated, leaving behind an empty vessel—a shell of the person Renée knew.

Renée approached Y/N cautiously, her heart aching at the sight before her. Y/N's eyes, usually vibrant with life, were now vacant, like windows to a soul that had momentarily checked out. The marks on Y/N's arms, a visual testament to the struggles within, told a story of pain and desperation.

"Cutie, it's me. Renée," Renée whispered, her voice carrying a blend of concern and a plea for connection.

Y/N's gaze remained fixed on an indeterminate point in the room, unresponsive to the familiar voice that sought to pierce through the numbness. Renée felt a lump in her throat, a silent acknowledgment of the vast emotional distance that seemed to have emerged between them.

Renée pulled a chair closer to the hospital bed and took a seat, her eyes never leaving Y/N's face. "I'm here for you, Y/N. We're going to get through this together, okay?"

Silence filled the room, broken only by the distant hum of hospital machinery. Renée reached out, gently taking Y/N's hand in hers. The physical touch was a lifeline, a tangible connection in the midst of the emotional abyss.

The door to the room creaked open, and a nurse entered, carrying a small tray with a cup of water and some medication. "I need you to take these, Y/N," the nurse said, her tone gentle yet firm.

Y/N's gaze remained unfocused, and Renée felt a pang of helplessness. The nurse, experienced in navigating the delicate dance of mental health care, administered the medication with a practiced ease.

As the nurse left the room, Renée continued to sit by Y/N's side, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She wondered how they had arrived at this point, where the person she loved seemed so distant and unreachable.

The hospital room became a crucible of emotions—a space where the complexities of mental health collided with the resilience of love. Renée knew that the journey ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges that extended beyond the hospital walls.

"We're going to take this one step at a time, Y/N," Renée whispered, her voice an echo in the quiet room. "I love you, and I'm not giving up on us."

The hours passed in a haze of anxiety and anticipation. The hospital staff conducted further assessments, discussing treatment plans and therapy options. Renée, determined to be an active participant in Y/N's recovery, listened attentively, absorbing the information like a sponge.

As nightfall painted the sky outside the hospital window, Renée found herself grappling with a mix of exhaustion and a steadfast resolve. She had made calls to notify friends and family about Y/N's situation, choosing transparency over the looming specter of media speculation.

The room became a cocoon of vulnerability, a place where the complexities of mental health were acknowledged and addressed. Y/N, though physically present, remained enveloped in an emotional fog—a puzzle that Renée was determined to help unravel.

As the night wore on, Renée settled into the uncomfortable hospital chair, her gaze never wavering from Y/N's face. She whispered words of love and reassurance, hoping that the connection they shared could bridge the gap created by the internal struggles.

In the quiet of the hospital room, Renée grappled with the profound realization that love, though a powerful force, couldn't shield them from the challenges of mental health. The road ahead, marked by therapy sessions, emotional healing, and the delicate process of rebuilding trust, seemed daunting.

The hospital room was shrouded in the stillness of the night, broken only by the muted hum of medical equipment and the occasional distant footsteps echoing through the corridor. Renée, slouched in the uncomfortable chair beside Y/N's bed, felt the weight of exhaustion settling into every fiber of her being. The hours spent navigating the intricacies of the hospital, coupled with the emotional turmoil, had taken a toll on her.

In the midst of the night, a soft knock on the door interrupted the quietude. A nurse, her presence a beacon of professionalism in the dimly lit room, entered with a tray of fresh bandages and medical supplies. The nurse, recognizing Renée from the world beyond the hospital walls, offered a compassionate smile.

"Renée Rapp, right?" the nurse inquired, glancing at the exhausted figure by Y/N's side.

Renée nodded, grateful for the quiet acknowledgment. "Yes, that's me. How is she doing?"

The nurse began the delicate task of refreshing the bandages on Y/N's arms, her hands moving with a practiced gentleness. As she worked, she spoke in a hushed tone, mindful of the delicate nature of the conversation.

"Y/N is going through a lot right now. Self-harm can be a way for some individuals to cope with overwhelming emotions. It's not about seeking attention, but rather a desperate attempt to regain control when everything else seems chaotic," the nurse explained, her eyes conveying a mix of empathy and understanding.

Renée listened, absorbing the insights with a heavy heart. The realization that Y/N had been wrestling with internal demons, hidden behind a façade of normalcy, sent a pang of guilt through Renée. She wondered if there were signs she had missed, moments when she could have reached out more, or if this had been an internal struggle Y/N had kept hidden.

The nurse continued, "It's not uncommon for individuals to enter a state of dissociation or numbness after such events. The mind, overwhelmed by emotional pain, can retreat into a protective shell as a way to cope."

Renée's eyes remained fixed on Y/N, her heart aching at the vulnerability exposed by the nurse's words. She wished she could erase the pain etched on Y/N's face and offer solace in the face of the internal storm.

"Is there anything I can do for her?" Renée asked, her voice laced with a mix of desperation and determination.

The nurse finished tending to Y/N's wounds, carefully securing the fresh bandages. She met Renée's gaze, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding born from years of witnessing the complex tapestry of human suffering.

"Be there for her. Encourage her to seek professional help, and don't underestimate the power of love and understanding. Mental health is a journey, and recovery takes time," the nurse advised, her words carrying a weight of wisdom.

Renée nodded, a silent promise forming in her heart. She would stand by Y/N, supporting her through the twists and turns of the recovery journey. The nurse, sensing the unspoken resolve, offered a reassuring smile before quietly exiting the room, leaving Renée alone with her thoughts.

The night continued its silent march, the hospital room becoming a sanctuary where vulnerability met resilience. Renée, though physically fatigued, found a wellspring of determination within her—a determination to be the pillar of support Y/N needed in the face of the daunting road ahead.

As the hospital room embraced the shadows of the night, Renée settled back into the chair, her eyes never leaving Y/N's face. She whispered words of love into the quiet, a silent promise to navigate the complexities of mental health together and emerge on the other side with a renewed understanding of the strength that could be found in vulnerability and love.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of soft pink and orange, the hospital room began to stir with a new day. Renée, having spent the night in vigilance by Y/N's side, felt the weariness in her bones. The night had been a marathon of emotions, and the morning light brought with it a subtle sense of hope—a hope that they could navigate the challenges ahead together.

Y/N lay on the hospital bed, still in a state of quiet detachment. The events of the previous day, marked by emotional turmoil and the revelation of Y/N's struggles, lingered in the air like an unspoken truth. Renée, her eyes heavy with fatigue, gazed at Y/N with a mix of concern and unwavering determination.

The hospital staff, attuned to the rhythm of their morning routine, entered the room to conduct assessments and provide updates. The events of the previous night had prompted discussions about therapy options and a more comprehensive treatment plan.

A doctor, a beacon of expertise in the sea of uncertainty, approached Renée with a measured warmth. "Ms. Rapp, we've scheduled a meeting with our psychiatric team to discuss Y/N's treatment plan. It's important for us to understand her needs and formulate a comprehensive approach to her mental health."

Renée nodded, appreciating the proactive stance of the medical team. She knew that the road to recovery would require a collaborative effort, and the support of mental health professionals would be instrumental in guiding them through the journey.

As the doctor left the room, Renée turned her attention back to Y/N. The morning light cast a gentle glow on Y/N's face, highlighting the vulnerability etched on features that had once radiated with life. Renée reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's forehead.

"Hey, cutie," Renée whispered, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. "We're going to get through this, okay? You're not alone."

The door creaked open, and a nurse entered with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning. We've prepared a light meal for Y/N. It's important for her to regain strength," the nurse explained, placing the tray on the bedside table.

Renée nodded gratefully, her eyes shifting between the breakfast tray and Y/N's still form. The nurse left the room, leaving Renée alone with the weight of responsibility and the promise of a new day.

She encouraged Y/N to eat, knowing that nourishment was a crucial aspect of the recovery process. Despite the gentle prodding, Y/N remained unresponsive, lost in the internal labyrinth of her thoughts.

The hospital room, once a temporary haven for the wounded, became a backdrop for a delicate dance between fragility and resilience. Renée, grappling with the aftermath of the previous day's revelations, felt a renewed sense of purpose—a determination to stand by Y/N's side and usher in a chapter of healing and understanding.

As the morning unfolded, mental health professionals visited the room, engaging in discussions about Y/N's history, triggers, and potential therapeutic approaches. Renée, though emotionally drained, participated actively in the conversations, eager to contribute to Y/N's path towards recovery.

The discussions delved into the multifaceted nature of mental health, addressing the nuances of Y/N's struggles and exploring avenues for support. Renée, typically guarded about her private life, found herself opening up to the professionals—a testament to the depth of her commitment to Y/N's well-being.

The morning, marked by consultations and assessments, transitioned into the afternoon. Renée, having not left Y/N's side, found solace in the knowledge that they were taking tangible steps towards understanding and addressing the challenges they faced.

In the quiet moments between consultations, Renée sat by Y/N's side, her fingers gently tracing patterns on the back of Y/N's hand. She whispered words of encouragement, expressions of love that transcended the boundaries of spoken language.

As the day unfolded, Y/N remained in a state of quiet detachment, her gaze fixed on the world beyond the hospital window. The morning sunlight spilled into the room, casting a warm glow that painted the walls with a subtle reassurance. Renée, sitting by Y/N's side, couldn't shake the worry that lingered in her heart.

"Hey, babes," Renée spoke softly, using one of their affectionate pet names. She reached out, gently squeezing Y/N's hand, hoping to anchor her in the present moment. "How are you feeling?"

Y/N's eyes, though open, seemed to be windows to a distant realm. The weight of the events that had transpired seemed to have pulled her into a space where the present and the past blended into a surreal landscape.

"Y/N, I called your mom. She couldn't make it, you know, with the distance and everything," Renée explained, her voice a gentle murmur. "But she sends her love and wants you to focus on getting better."

Despite the fact that Y/N had moved from Belgium to America to be with Renée, her roots and family ties remained a significant part of her identity. The inability of her parents to be physically present added another layer of complexity to the emotional tapestry that was unfolding.

Renée continued to sit by Y/N's side, her eyes occasionally drifting towards the bustling activities in the hospital corridor. The medical staff continued their rounds, their presence a constant reminder of the delicate balance between vulnerability and expertise.

A nurse entered the room, carrying a tray with a lunch that mirrored the hospital's attempt at providing a sense of normalcy. "Lunchtime, Y/N. You need to keep your strength up," the nurse encouraged, placing the tray on the bedside table.

Renée glanced at the food, then at Y/N, hoping to see a spark of acknowledgment. However, Y/N's gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, seemingly oblivious to the routines of the hospital room.

"Cutie, I know this is hard, but you have to try to eat," Renée urged, her concern etched on her face. "It's a small step towards healing."

As the day progressed, Renée found herself engaging in a delicate dance—balancing the responsibility of supporting Y/N with the need for self-care. The hospital became a microcosm of emotions, each moment a brushstroke in the evolving narrative of their journey through mental health challenges.

The psychiatric team returned for further discussions, presenting a tentative treatment plan that incorporated therapy sessions and counseling. Renée, eager to be an active participant in Y/N's recovery, absorbed the information with a sense of purpose.

The afternoon sun began its descent, casting a warm glow that transformed the hospital room into a haven of muted colors. Renée, acutely aware of the emotional toll the day had taken on both of them, decided to share a moment of vulnerability.

"Y/N, you mean the world to me," Renée confessed, her voice carrying a blend of love and vulnerability. "I want to understand what you're going through, and I want to be here for you every step of the way. Can we talk about it? Together?"

Y/N's response was a subtle shift in gaze, a fleeting acknowledgment that didn't quite pierce through the wall of dissociation. Renée, though faced with the formidable challenge of navigating Y/N's emotional landscape, remained undeterred.

As evening approached, Renée decided to step out of the hospital room for a breath of fresh air. The corridors, usually filled with the hustle and bustle of medical activities, now seemed to echo with a quietude that mirrored the complex emotions within.

Returning to the room, Renée found Y/N still lost in the introspective gaze towards the window. The day had been a tapestry of emotions, and the prospect of navigating the road ahead seemed both daunting and necessary.

As the day unfolded, Renée's concern for Y/N deepened, especially as she observed Y/N still caught in a state of detachment. The hospital room, usually a hub of activity, had transformed into a quiet sanctuary where the complexities of mental health were navigated with careful consideration.

In the late afternoon, a doctor entered the room, their white coat a symbol of expertise in a sea of uncertainty. Renée looked up, her eyes tired but filled with a quiet determination.

"Ms. Rapp, I understand you're worried about Y/N's state of detachment," the doctor began, their voice measured and reassuring. "It's not uncommon for individuals who have experienced significant emotional distress to enter a state of dissociation. It's the mind's way of coping with overwhelming emotions."

Renée nodded, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form. The doctor continued, "We're monitoring Y/N closely, and our psychiatric team is working on a comprehensive treatment plan. However, recovery is a gradual process, and patience is key."

"I just want to help her, you know? It's like she's there, but not really," Renée admitted, her voice a mix of frustration and genuine concern.

The doctor pulled up a chair, taking a seat next to Renée. "It's commendable that you're here to support Y/N. Emotional trauma can manifest in various ways, and dissociation is a defense mechanism. The mind compartmentalizes distressing experiences as a way to protect itself."

Renée's eyes flickered with a mix of understanding and a desire to unravel the complexities that held Y/N captive. "But how do we break through to her? How do we help her come back?"

The doctor leaned forward, their expression thoughtful. "In cases like this, establishing a sense of safety and trust is crucial. Emotional support, professional counseling, and time can all contribute to the process. Encouraging Y/N to express her emotions in a safe environment is an important step."

Renée nodded, absorbing the guidance. The doctor continued, "You play a vital role in Y/N's recovery. Your presence, understanding, and love can create a foundation for her to rebuild from. It's also essential to maintain open communication and encourage her to seek professional help when she's ready."

As the doctor spoke, Renée's gaze shifted back to Y/N. The complexity of emotions weighed heavily on her, but a determination to be the anchor for Y/N fueled her resolve.

"Thank you, Doctor. I just want her to know she's not alone," Renée expressed, a quiet determination in her voice.

The doctor stood up, offering a reassuring smile. "You're doing everything you can, and we're here to support both of you. Recovery is a journey, and each step, no matter how small, is progress."

As the doctor left the room, Renée took a moment to gather her thoughts. The hospital room, filled with the weight of unspoken emotions, became a space where hope and uncertainty coexisted. She approached Y/N, her hand gently reaching for Y/N's.

"Cutie, we're in this together. I'm not leaving your side," Renée whispered, her words a promise that echoed through the quiet room.

The evening unfolded with a gentle ebb and flow. Renée remained by Y/N's side, offering words of encouragement and the reassuring touch of her presence. The hospital staff continued their rounds, ensuring Y/N's physical well-being while the mental health professionals worked on the intricate puzzle of emotional recovery.

As nightfall draped the hospital room in shadows, Renée found herself reflecting on the day's events. The journey ahead was uncertain, but the resolve to stand by Y/N's side remained unwavering.

In the quiet moments between the hum of medical equipment and the distant sounds of the hospital, Renée clung to the belief that, together, they could navigate the complexities of mental health and emerge on the other side with a renewed understanding of the strength found in vulnerability and love.

The nurse, observing Renée's steadfast commitment to staying by Y/N's side, entered the room once again, her presence a gentle reminder of the practicalities that surrounded their situation.

"Ms. Rapp, I understand your dedication, but you need rest too. A proper rest will allow you to be the best support for Y/N," the nurse kindly suggested, her compassionate gaze reflecting genuine concern.

Renée, torn between the desire to stay and the acknowledgment of her own exhaustion, hesitated for a moment. The nurse continued, "We can arrange for a bed to be brought in. That way, you'll be close, and you can still keep a watchful eye on Y/N."

After a brief moment of consideration, Renée nodded, appreciating the practical solution the nurse had offered. "Alright, let's do that. I won't be far from her."

As the hospital staff arranged for a bed to be brought into the room, Renée took a moment to gather a few essentials from home. A change of clothes, some personal items, and a bag filled with comfort items for Y/N—Renée prepared to create a temporary home within the hospital walls.

Returning to the room, she found the nurse overseeing the placement of the bed. "Thank you," Renée expressed her gratitude, her eyes never straying far from Y/N's form on the hospital bed.

With the makeshift sleeping arrangements in place, Renée felt a mix of relief and weariness settle in. The nurse, noting Renée's state, suggested, "Take a little break. You can use the shower facilities here. It might help you feel a bit more refreshed."

Renée hesitated for a moment, considering the suggestion. Eventually, she agreed, realizing the importance of self-care in order to be a pillar of support for Y/N. "Alright, I'll take a quick shower. Thank you."

The nurse directed Renée to the hospital's shower facilities, a space where the sound of running water and the warmth of steam created a momentary escape from the weight of emotions. Renée undressed, allowing the hot water to cascade over her, its comforting touch offering a brief respite.

In the solitude of the shower, Renée allowed her mind to wander. Thoughts of the day's events, Y/N's struggles, and the complexities of mental health circled in her thoughts like fragments of a puzzle waiting to be assembled.

The rhythmic sound of water echoed in the tiled enclosure, creating a meditative backdrop to Renée's contemplation. Steam enveloped her, and for a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to be present in the simplicity of the shower—finding a small oasis within the storm of emotions.

As Renée dried off and dressed in fresh clothes, a sense of renewal accompanied her back to Y/N's room. The hospital bed was a stark contrast to the familiarity of their home, but Renée was determined to create a sense of comfort within these clinical walls.

With a bag filled with comforting items, Renée approached Y/N's bedside, her heart heavy with both concern and determination. The hospital room, now adorned with a makeshift bed for Renée, became a canvas for creating a sense of familiarity amidst the sterile surroundings.

"Hey, cutie. I brought some things to make you feel a bit more at home," Renée spoke gently, her voice a soothing presence in the quiet room. She carefully arranged the items on the bedside table—Y/N's cherished teddy bear, the soft candy she loved, the Marvel shirt that always brought her comfort, a hoodie that had become a source of solace, and a picture of their beloved dog Winston.

"These are here for you, babe. A piece of home to keep you company," Renée continued, her eyes reflecting a mix of love and concern as she arranged the items with meticulous care.

She then turned her attention to Y/N's attire, retrieving some comfy clothes from the bag. "I brought you a change of clothes, something soft and familiar," Renée explained, unfolding the fabric and placing it within easy reach.

As she settled into the bedside chair, Renée took Y/N's hand, her touch a gentle reassurance. "We're in this together, okay? You're not alone."

The hospital room, now adorned with the tangible fragments of their shared life, took on a warmer ambiance. The familiar scents and textures seemed to bridge the gap between the clinical environment and the haven they were trying to create.

Renée, clad in comfortable clothes herself, leaned back in the chair, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know it's not our cozy bed at home, but we'll make this space our own, even if it's just for now."

She reached for Y/N's Marvel shirt, unfolding it and holding it up. "Remember this? The superhero shirt that always made you feel invincible. You've got your own superpowers, you know—strength, resilience, and a heart that's as powerful as any hero."

Renée's words, infused with both sincerity and a touch of playfulness, sought to pierce through the veil of dissociation that held Y/N captive. She continued talking, recounting memories, sharing stories, and offering words of love and encouragement.

As the night deepened, the hospital room transformed into a cocoon of shared memories and whispered hopes. Renée, with an unwavering commitment, remained by Y/N's side—navigating the labyrinth of emotions with a tenacity that spoke volumes of the love that bound them together.

The glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue on the room, creating a sanctuary where the complexities of mental health met the resilience of love. Renée, surrounded by the echoes of their life, found solace in the belief that, together, they could weather the storm and emerge stronger on the other side.

The soft hum of the hospital room was disrupted as the nurse gently approached, her steps deliberate so as not to startle Renée. The subdued glow of the bedside lamp cast a gentle illumination, revealing Renée nestled in the makeshift bed next to Y/N.

"Wake up, Ms. Rapp. It's time for Y/N's bandages," the nurse spoke in hushed tones, recognizing the need for delicacy in the quietude of the night.

Renée stirred from her slumber, the remnants of a deep sleep lingering in her eyes. Blinking away the drowsiness, she focused on the nurse, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. As the nurse attended to Y/N's bandages, Renée remained vigilant, her eyes a mix of gratitude and weariness.

Once the bandaging was complete, Renée, her voice softened by the night, spoke to the nurse, "Hey, could you help me change Y/N into something a bit more comfortable? Maybe her favorite boxers, the Marvel shirt, and my hoodie?"

The nurse, understanding the desire to provide comfort in the small gestures, nodded in agreement. "Of course, Ms. Rapp. I'll assist you with that."

Together, with a gentle and synchronized effort, they carefully changed Y/N into the familiar ensemble—soft boxers, the Marvel shirt that held memories, and Renée's comforting hoodie. The nurse, efficient yet compassionate, recognized the significance of these small acts in creating a sense of familiarity within the clinical confines of the hospital.

As they worked in tandem, Renée spoke to Y/N in a soft murmur, a steady stream of reassurances and love. "There you go, cutie. Back in your favorite gear. We're in this together, okay?"

The room, now enveloped in the quiet aftermath of their actions, became a haven where vulnerability met tenderness. The nurse, with a gentle pat on Renée's shoulder, retreated, leaving them once again in the embrace of the night.

Renée, settling back into the makeshift bed, cast a fond glance at Y/N, who now rested in the familiar attire. "We're creating our own little world in here, aren't we?" she mused, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet room.

The night continued its journey, marked by the rhythmic hum of medical equipment and the soft breaths of two intertwined souls. Renée, despite the weariness that lingered in her bones, found solace in the belief that these small, intimate acts could weave a tapestry of comfort and love amid the complexities of mental health.

As the room embraced the serenity of the night, Renée, nestled by Y/N's side, surrendered once again to the realm of dreams and whispered promises—a cocoon of warmth in the heart of the hospital's quietude.

#fanfic #fandom #reneé rapp x reader #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #adhd reader #reneé rapp x fem!reader #renee rapp x fem!reader #reneé rapp

[yandereforme]

Yandere Batfamily x chubby, sweet reader? But maybe they’re nurodivergent (adhd/ocd) and have a lot of trouble remembering things? It’s just so easy to forget things ya know? And sometimes, especially in Gotham I imagine, people take advantage of it. And poor reader won’t realize until it’s literally told to them or they overthink.

You are absolutely right! Forgetting things in Gotham like that is not a good idea, one of the reasons why the Waynes notice you. A sweet, innocent, forgetful girl in Gotham? You are bound to be taken advantage of, and I didn’t want that to happen to you. They had to protect you, even if it was from yourself.

I’m going to go with ADHD because that’s the one I know most about and can picture best. You’re always going to be with someone so the only sure you don’t forget things, and you can forget about leaving the house. The boys are pretty patient with you though. Dick wouldn’t mind explaining a question to you 15 times, because you keep forgetting the answer. Tim would put Post-it notes around the house, usually with little things to help you remember the day. if Jason hast to go away for a trip, he will call you throughout the day and talk to you, once in the morning, to outline the schedule, once around lunch to remind you of your schedule again, and once before dinner just to make sure you’re doing all right. Damian find another weakness, another reason he hast to protect you. It would be rare for Damian to leave your side, except for patrol, and even then he always make sure you’re safe.

Bruce on the other hand? I can see him being a bit more extreme. Bruce constantly checks in and always make sure you’re not alone because what if you forget to do some thing important? What if you forget to take your meds you forget to do something or, even forget where you are? No, no, you’re never really alone, and Bruce is one of the batfamily members who frequently checks the cameras.(they all do, but Bruce and Tim are more frequent, almost always having your feed up)

Sometimes though they are pretty thankful for your short memory. That way you don’t remember to question him about your friend who just disappeared, and they can pretend you did you didn’t have one. All of them have found your memory some useful or another, usually after punishing someone who tried to take ‘advantage of you’(befriend you). And all of them agree, your face when you’re confused is the cutest thing they all have ever seen.

I hope you like my response. It took me a while, due to outside stuff, but I am responding again! And, I’ll make sure to do bruce’s reaction in the Yanderes batfamily X neglected reader soon, I should have it done before the weekend.

#yandere #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfamily #fem reader #adhd reader #asks

[bangsinc]

Heyyy uh, I love your work! Your idea of The Spot just feels so in character and I absolutely adore the sad soggy noodle of a man (I mean that in an affectionate way)

If your commissions are open, Id like to make a request…

Are you comfortable writing for an Autistic Reader (with or without ADHD involved)? It doesn’t have to be anything specific, maybe just how he would deal with the pros and cons of it all?

No pressure in doing it, just take care of yourself and remember to set yourself at a comfortable pace and to make sure to care for your needs!

OhmygodivbeentalkingforsolongIamsosorryillshutupnowhaveaniceday!!!

🖤Spot x Nerodivergent Reader🤍

YES!! I’m also autistic so I’d love nothing more than to feed y’all. Autistic readers and readers with ADHD are never common and it’s really sad to see.

AUTISTIC READER:

The Spot, with his own experiences of feeling misunderstood, demonstrates empathy and acceptance towards their partner's autism. He recognizes and appreciates their unique perspective, and even try’s to promote it as much as he can. You can truly understand him in that sence, and it makes him even more likely to be able to open up to you.

The Spot and you easily bond over shared special interests, whether it's science, technology, or other intellectual pursuits. You both engage in passionate discussions, exchange knowledge, and explore these interests together. Sometimes it might even be hard to have a conversation without accidentally interrupting one another!

In many situations (myself included lol), it’s often hard to stim as you might think of it as embarrassing or useless because of how ‘stupid’ you look. The spot of course, loves to see you happy and express yourself, even if it isn’t conventional. If he notices this pattern of behavior, he might try to help by stimming with you! He thinks it’s sweet and he wants you to feel comfortable around him after all.

Sensory issues are one of the many obstacles that come with having autism, and the spot most likely is aware of this. Even tiny things such as the fabric of your pants Can set you off, and the spot tries his best to make you as comfortable as he can. If you happen to become overstimulated, then he’s going to stop everything and aid you. Even if you feel guilty about all of the attention, he hates to see you distraught.

If you’re feeling overstimulated at home, then he might turn off/dim the lights and give you something to fidget with. If you don’t want to talk about how you feel, he understands, and is willing to console you physically if you wish!

If it’s in a public setting, then the spot is willing to safely (and hopefully slowly, the poor boy might be freaking out alongside you) get you out of the situation and somewhere more quiet and secluded.

Dates during sensory hour at certain places! The options are limitless, but I can imagine he’d enjoy taking you to places such as the aquarium during those hours. It’s quiet, nice, and you both get to see the sea creatures :).

Sometimes you want to be quiet but also in his presence, the feeling of just being around him comforting enough. He can understand, although it might be hard. Sometimes the spot has a tendency to talk your ear off, but in certain situations, espically if you convey so, he might just relax and do something while you do something else.

The spot is also willing to adapt if you have issues with certain ways of communication, maybe to the point of going non verbal or needing cards. Spot is a fast learner, and because of such will quickly be able to affectively communicate with you. He finds ways to accommodate different communication styles, such as using visual aids, written communication, or allowing time for processing thoughts. He’s very patient and knows that your feelings are complex.

Reader with ADHD

The Spot recognizes that your attention and focus may fluctuate and that you might exhibit hyperactive or impulsive behaviors at times. He can understand the feeling of being impulsive, and uses this to connect with you on a certain basis. Reminders are very common with him!

Back when The Spot worked worked as a scientist, he developed an incredibly strict schduale. If you have your own issues keeping schduale and keeping track of your own work, he might implement some of your own tatics for you. (And he’s kinda a total worrywart about it. He cares, maybe wayyyyy too much about if you get your things done on time.)

The Spot uses his powers to create a calming environment for you when needed. He may manipulate dimensions to create serene spaces or offer soothing sensory experiences that help reduce anxiety too!

#the spot #spider man #across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #spiderman #into the spider verse #amazing spider man #spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse fanart #batman the animated series #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderverse imagine #autistic reader #adhd reader #bangsinc

[reveseke]

Is it Christmas already?

– criminal minds; Spencer & son! Reader with adhd.

– it's a short little thing with adhd Reader but the reader's actions are based on my everyday stims.

"Didididi Didi Didi diii, mama maa mama maa da—" a lone Christmas tune to pass the time echoed in the kitchen as R/n made himself something to eat, his hands moving mindlessly as he continued to hum and sway to it, every now and then a snap of fingers echoed through the otherwise silent kitchen. "What are you doing?" Caught off guard the boy's hands clutched the plate in his other hand as the tune died out. There was a brief pause as R/n stared at his father and he at his son.

"Uh.. food?" R/n offered as he closed the microwave to heat the spoken food. "I didn't realize you're still home." He looked rather meek with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Why are you singing the jingle bells tune? It's still October."

"I don't know, it's been stuck in my head for a while and I don't know where I picked it up."

#criminal minds x teen!reader #spencer reid x son!reader #criminal minds x male reader #spencer reid x male reader #neurodivergent reader #son reader #teen reader #teen!reader #son!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #adhd #actually adhd #adhd reader #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent

[callofdudes]

Hello! I loved your simon riley x autistic reader headcanons. Could you do simon riley x adhd-c reader, if you're comfortable with that?

I've been struggling lately and would love some comfort from our favorite LT 💖

Ah, welcome fellow neurodivergent people! :)

Just a small reminder that I do not have ADHD and something I say that may be inaccurate. My here to spread love and learn 😊

ADHD-C Reader x Simon Riley

Before we start let me just say you and Johnny are demons for this man. The two ADHD soldiers running around and causing several layers of chaos everywhere. He loves you both but... Why? Is his question.

Ghost watches you closely. You have a history of doing your tasks with less than diligent hands and often getting distracted somewhere along the processing line.

Ghost understood this when he learned about your ADHD, seeing the shed half washed or entire patches of dirt having been missed. The van not cleaned out right or a task completely disregarded.

Ghost will gently guide you back, helping you finish. Ghost has also been trying to find way for making your tasks funner and more interesting to focus on to try and hold your attention. (ie: hanging streamers on the shed you have to wash away with the hose) to try and keep the creative stimulation going for a bit longer.

Gun cleaning is something you especially struggle with. And it's very important. You don't want your gun going wrong or getting jammed on a mission and exploding your head off. Ghost has made this very clear to you several times.

You'd remember... If you didn't have trouble listening as well. Things he says goes in one ear and out the other. Ghost isn't entirely sure if it even gets that far. And sometimes it can be annoying, getting through a briefing and having you ask him five minutes later what you are doing.

But he's patient. Oooh so patient.

He honestly isn't sure if giving you a fidget toy during briefings makes any difference in whether you're listening to him. Your eyes aren't on him so it doesn't really feel like it.

This is also why you're not allowed on solo missions unless you have a paper objective stuck to your forehead. You get so pent up over the stress and pressure of solo missions you completely forget what you were even doing there in the first place.

And a lot of times you do get stressed and can break down over not being able to get anything done. Which usually results in frustrated tears and exhaustion. Simon is there for you though.

"Hey, sergeant, what's going on?" Ghost stopped you in the hallway, looking at you for answers while you tried to wipe your tears. "Let me go, I can't help-"

"Hey," Ghost grips your shoulder a little tighter. "What's got you in a twist?"

"All my tasks, it's 2:00 and I haven't gotten anything done." You choke out, thinking he'll be mad.

But he's not. Not at you at least.

"Ok, that's alright. I want you to take a few deep breaths for me ok? Can you try to do that?"

You nod, stifling out some deep breaths and slowly calming down. "Good, you're doing amazing." Ghost rubs your back. "How about we go and do your tasks together, yeah?"

Your smile is a little wobbly but you nod. "Please??"

"Of course, let's go see what you have to do."

Ghost will help you, but he can also push his weight. Sometimes when you just seem genuinely bored with a task and nothing can fix it, he's going to push you. He knows it's extremely hard but this is a place for push and progress, so he'll stand by you and help you finish it despite the lack of stimulation to your brain.

"Ghoooost-!"

"Absolutely not, sit down. Finish your work."

You whine, finding it physically impossible not to fidget and get up from your desk to find something to do.

"I can put on some music or get you another juice box? But you are not getting up until this is done. I can give you a stretch break and let you roll on the floor for a bit or something, but no leaving your office until it's done."

You look up at him with a pouty lip and he pokes it, pushing it back into place. "I'm serious about this one y/n, I'm here to help you however you need but I need you to finish this ok.?"

You sigh and read the next question on your yearly evaluation. "Sex? Like, gender??"

Ghost nods.

"Oh! Did you know my cousin is having a kid and they don't want to know the sex? Why do they even have gender reveal parties..? I would use green if I ever had kids because green is a good color. Like trees are green, and grass and-"

"Focus. We're drawing it all back in, look at me."

You look over at Ghost. "Huh?"

"Look at me, we're drawing all of the thoughts back to me, right?"

You nod, keeping your eyes on him.

"Good, now, answer the question, that question only and then you're mostly done. Ok?"

You nod. "Ok, yeah, I can do that."

"Awesome, answer that last question."

Ghost likes to reward you for being persistent and pushing through difficulties. However.. he's learned the hard way not to tell you he's going to surprise you with something until it's over. Because you won't stop talking about it, or thinking about it. And then nothing ever gets done.

He also helps you get to bed. You can get distracted by so many things bedtime is overwhelming a lot. Simon will be there for you when it's late, helping you from whatever activity you are doing.

He makes sure you don't drink any coffee or anything a couple hours before bed, and tries to get you to bed around the same time every day.

"Did you brush your teeth? No, then let's do that before bed."

"Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?"

"Into bed little tree climber." Simon will joke. He knows you're an adult but it's still funny.

You sigh, looking at him while he runs his fingers through your hair and slowly massages your shoulder with the other, trying to relax you. You won't sleep if you're so tense.

You finally close your eyes, slowly relaxing while he runs his hands over your shoulders and down your sides in gentle motions to relax your spine and back, helping release all the tension and stress after the long day of running around.

"Im going to put on some music ok? Just take some deep breaths, try to close your eyes and sleep."

"Ok."

Simon turns on some slow music for you to help your brain calm down from all the zoomies of the day. He stated by your side, the room in total darkness with only the gentle music playing.

And soon enough you were off to bed.

Simon knows a lot of people find you exhausting. And sometimes you do tire him out, but he'll help you. He knows you need it a lot, and he'll always be there to gently nudge you in the right direction.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty headcanons #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #platonic x reader #platonic ghost x reader #adhd reader #Ghost x adhd reader #i do not have adhd so i do apologize if some of these things are wrong

[beelmons]

Luke Alvez x ADHD!Girlfriend (cw: mentions of mental disorder, light angst)

It was always fun at games with him, classic Luke Alvez. Continuously saying how cute it was how you 'obsessed' over things. Time and again teasing you lovingly whenever you would zone out during conversations. Without fail, mentioning that you would be lost without him reminding you when to eat, and that it made him feel special.

Good ol' Luke, always looking at the bright side, always breezing through life. He'd hold you through the night whenever the anxiety randomly spiked, he'd reassure you that your mental disorder didn't define you, that you were more than that, that you were enough. He loved you, he really did.

But at the end of the day, it wasn't him who had to live with that disease. It was you. He didn't have to stay up, restless, due to random insomnia. He didn't have to set a million alarms to take just one pill. He didn't beat himself up whenever he was unable to do something simple, a mundane chore, just because his brain wouldn't respond. He got to go home, do his dishes, wash his laundry, and be okay. He didn't have to live with your faulty brain. Oh, but, alas he did have to live with you.

"I work hard. I work really hard. I don't think I'm asking for a lot here." he complained regarding the tidiness of the apartment you had had to yourself for almost a week. It wasn't common for him to lose his cool, but when he did, you had to brace yourself. He would never hurt you, no, but you would feel him far away, so far away despite being in the same room, that he might as well hold a dagger to your chest. That would pain you a lot less.

It had been little over six months since the two of you moved in together. The military-style routine that he had was benefitial to you, he'd drag you along for breakfast, motivate you into a quick workout, tease you into taking your pills. It was good for you, he was good for you. Everything was okay, until he was gone, and the facade of being a functional adult crumbled to the ground.

A slow forming knot began to grow within the walls of your throat. Was this the same man who months before professed eternal devotion to you only? It was hard to tell. Perhaps, he wasn't ready. Ready to deal with someone like you. You hugged your body trying to contain your tears, yet before you were able to talk, his phone beeped. He took a look and held back a curse word at the name that appeared on the screen.

"Emily?" you asked while you read the twinkling screen, and you were well aware what that meant. He nodded, his lips pursing in anger, he stared a couple of seconds longer, and finally he decided to leave the phone face down on the table. "Come on, Luke, don't be silly, I'm sure it's important." you grunted, taking the phone and picking up right away "Hey, Em." your boyfriend's boss greeted you with confusion "He's right here." you said before giving the phone to Luke.

He looked at you with disappointment, yet he took the device and pressed it to his ear "Yeah, boss. I understand. I'll be right there." he hung up the phone after the line went dead, and he made a frustrated movement with his hand.

"It's okay." you said reassuringly "I promise, we can discuss this when you come back."

You didn't exchange 'I love you's as you usually would, instead, he just grabbed the go-bag he had recently left on the floor and left through the same door he had just entered about half an hour ago.

He didn't call you the entire trip, not even to let you know he had landed safely, and sunk in your own deprecating thoughts, you didn't bring yourself to text him either.

The case was slightly complicated, and he knew he was going to be away for a little bit, still, he didn't gather the courage to call you to let you know. At least, not until the next day, when he was standing in the local precinct, being briefed about a crime, and his smartwatch started to vibrate with an alarm.

'Pill time!' the screen read. Since you had told him your pill schedule, he had set an alam himself to remind you to take it, even when he was away; he'd always take a second to call you and double check.

"Hey, Emily, I really need to make a call, do you mind if I step out for a second?" he asked apologetically.

"Lovers quarrel?" she brillantly deducted, but Luke couldn't bring himself to answer "Go. And, Luke, I know what this job can do to relationships. If you need to go back home, let me know." she reassured and he nodded in gratitude.

He moved away to a less concurred area to dial your number. He prayed you would still be content enough to pick up, and thankfully you did. "Hey" he said as soon as the call connected.

"Hey. Is everything okay?" you asked on the other side.

"Yeah, I just..." he made a slight pause "Have you taken your pills?" he inquired and you simply responded with silence; he quickly picked up on the cue "What did you have for breakfast?" he changed the question

"Half a bagel." you answered with slight shame, aware that he was probably judging you.

It angered him, honestly, that you couldn't take care of yourself, but at the same time, he knew, he struggled to understand, but he knew sometimes you just couldn't; what was really eating him was not that you didn't, it was that he couldn't be there to do it for you. "I'm coming home." he said resolutely.

"Luke, don't. I'm sorry, I'll try harder." you said, your voice starting to sound a little broken "I don't want you to end up resenting me if something happens with your job."

"What are you talking about?" he was taken aback by your confession "I could never resent you. I said something stupid, but at the end of the day I love you, and I want you to be okay."

"Sometimes it's just hard." you sobbed into the phone.

"I get it." he tried to comfort you. "Listen, we'll talk properly when I come back, but for now I need you to do me a favor. Get off the bed, drink at least one liter of water, take your pills, and for the love of god, order something to eat, and don't go sneaking bites to roxy." he said, his voice relaxing a little, coming out as his usual careless tone.

"Alright." your breath began to calm down "Thank you for being so patient with me."

"Hey, you love me enough to put up with my job, right?" he smiled to himself as he spoke "I can love you enough to be kind to that brain of yours."

#luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez/reader #luke x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds blurb #adhd reader #crminal minds luke alvez #luke alvez blurb #luke alvez fanfic #luke alvez fic #blurb: mine #blurb: luke #blurb: criminal minds #this took me so long #but its cute hehe

[sleepingdeath-light]

s/o with adhd hcs ; raeda

requested by ; anonymous (04/04/22)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; edalyn clawthorne & raine whispers

outline ; “IF it's okay i'dl like gender neutral, adhd!reader with Raine and Eda (TOH) for the poly request !”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

the most supportive and understanding partners you could ask for, honestly

eda will go searching for human stim-toys to help you focus

raine will help by composing spells that will settle your brain and calm your thoughts when you listen to it

if your difficulty focusing causes you distress or frustration then they’ll stick by you and offer whatever comfort and understanding you need from them

raine will talk you through your frustrations and try to help rephrase/reorganise things to help you be able to focus easier on the topic at hand

eda will comfort you and offer to help you take a break and cause mayhem so you can get out your frustrations on something more fun

if you need to stim to focus then they’ll go and fetch you objects to help you do that — grabbing things from the market or the human realm based on what you said helps you the most

regarding hyperactivity: eda will match your energy and will help you get out your energy through fun semi-productive ways

magic, training, hiking, fetching stuff to sell and so on

similarly, raine will engage with you and will help you find things to do during periods like this

though they’re more chilled out than eda and won’t be able to match your energy as much

your impulsivity has been known to give raine several mini heart attacks — in the same vein that eda’s impulsivity does

they prefer to plan things out and figure out what they’re doing beforehand whilst you and eda will just dive into activities head first with neither plan nor sense

it terrifies them at times, but they love you both too much to not put up with all of the grey hairs you’re giving them

and, as mentioned, eda will join you in whatever last minute activity you decided to do because she enjoys fun and impulsiveness

which is great for you two, not so good for raine’s longevity

but, in short, these two are incredibly supportive and empathetic partners who make great efforts to understand and support you with your adhd and will provide you with every resource they can to help you where you need it

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #adhd reader #poly toh x reader #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #toh eda x reader #eda x reader #eda x reader x raine #raine whispers x reader #raine x reader #eda clawthorne x reader