#ADHD hard mode

[lunapwrites]

Nothing worse than when your partner says something really fucking funny and you go to immortalize it in no context text form and you have already forgotten the punchline.

Bean please for the love of God can I have at least one of my brain cells back. I am begging you.

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 8

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: Sylus myth mentioned, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1424

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus enjoys a karaoke bar, especially if he's got access to you for a duet. You tease him but you'll always join him, hanging onto his arm and letting loose, and he sometimes falters over the words because he's too busy watching your face.

Still, this is good too. You've set up the game system that the doctor bought for his base, presenting it with a sigh. 'You won't know the right one.'

He'd been a little insulted, but he'd acquiesced, in the end the doctor knows gaming better than he does. It's never appealed to him, and he's never had real time to try. A sing-a-long game is loading up, yelling out 'let's sing' loudly from the speaker system.

You'd presented it to him with the doctor, beaming, "You'll like this one, I promise!"

The fish had groaned from the sofa, "Why do we all have to suffer the crow's crooning?"

As much as you've teased him for being out of tune, you've always encouraged him. He can't count how many times you've asked him to hum for you. Lay against his chest, and unable to sleep for nightmares.

The reason for the at-home karaoke session, are the cocktails that Luke has decided he wants to try making. Kieran is his primary test dummy, and if anything doesn't make him spit it straight back out. You're trying them.

It's ill advised… Sylus knows you're not a light weight, but he does know you and the twins can get competitive. It feels like it's only moments before you start doing shots together, and if that happens he's bound to get dragged in, and as quick healing as he is, he doesn't fancy driving anyone anywhere. Nor does he want to get into a taxi with someone he doesn't trust. Not with you and the twins.

He needs you safe.

He also blames you for Luke’s new hobby, you’d showed them some movies, made comments about how stylish a good bartender is, (He hadn’t filed that information away, to practice. At all.), and Luke had taken that as a challenge.

“It can’t be that hard.”

“Yeah! You can do it bro!”

You’d laughed and not thought anything of it. They’d gone out, and returned with… boxes.

Then raided his alcohol supply.

He’d dragged them both back by the scruff of the neck when they went for the very expensive top shelf. In no world were they mixing that with… was that moonshine? Where did they even get moonshine from?

He doesn’t see you drunk often, there are times you’re out in busy places because you feel you have to attend, and he’s seen you drink then to soften the anxiety and stress. You always call someone to be there then, drunk you is far more willing to rely on others. He also has seen you drink when you feel safe, has carried you on his arm more than once in those situations.

You apologise but there’s no need, especially when he gets to see the embarrassed but enamoured look on your face as he holds you in one arm. Your fingers drifting over the veins in his bicep, with a look he can only describe as hungry. He flexes a little more than he needs to on those occasions.

(There was one time you’d made a comment about beef clod, and he had truly not known how to respond.)

He can see you getting to that point now, you’re trying something green that you and Kieran are sipping from the same glass with separate straws. Luke is taking his turn at the microphone, singing something about what he wants for Christmas. Sylus is unsure if the radioactive green drink is good for either of you, but you don’t look sick, still. He’s wary, and flicks your forehead. As you put a hand to the targeted area, pulling away with an offended ‘Oi’, he grabs the glass and sips from your straw.

“Aww, Boss come on.”

It’s… not as bad as he expected, but he can’t imagine drinking it for fun.

Whether his taste buds are ‘broken’ like you’ve claimed before, and its somehow worse than he tastes, he still doesn’t feel good about putting it back in either your’s or Kieran’s hands. So he downs it.

Wrinkling his nose and pushing the glass away.

Before you can grab another concoction, now that Luke is back and shoving something else onto his brother, (He’s going to have to hide the key to the liquor cabinet he thinks, if this becomes a long standing hobby for them.), he pulls you over to the karaoke machine. “It’s our turn kitten, I’m owed a song for saving you from a terrible fate.”

Your tongue is out at him, but you stumble over grabbing his arm to steady yourself, and pick up the controller to find something you both know well enough to get through it with little effort.

His song repertoire has grown substantially since you’ve reentered his life, he feels confident that anything you sing to often he has memorised. Catalogued away to think about on nights you’re not here to sing for him.

When you’re satisfied, lining up a particular choice, you thrust the microphone into his hand, that’s not currently steadying you at the waist.

You look right at him when the song starts, familiar with some things enough to sing them blindfolded, and as tipsy as you are, with your voice wavering a little, he’s as starstruck as he always is.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow, You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, And I don’t want to go home right now.”

There’s moments in his life, where Sylus wonders if he blinks, will you disappear? A fragile illusion on a wishful soul. That someone, somewhere has truly seen into him and seen something worth adoring and loving. He thinks you are easy to love, there can be no doubt that you are worthy without the need to earn it.

“And all I can taste is this moment, And all I can breathe is your life.”

You have reminded him, again and again that you love him, that he does not need to pay for it, or gift for it. That everything that is offered is freely given, and wholehearted. That there is nothing to earn. It is not a transaction, no relationship should be. You do not keep score, and you would rather he did not either.

“And sooner or later it’s over, I just don’t want to miss you tonight.”

It still leaves him with the feeling that in seconds he could wake up, in a cold cave, surrounded by gems he no longer sees beauty in, in a world where he is nothing but broken horns and lost family.

“And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand, When everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

He loves you, he loves his life with you, and he is so scared-

Your hands move to his cheeks, his voice halts, wavering and pausing. Blinking at you. The microphone is out of your hands and you stretch up as tall as you can pressing a kiss to his eyelids. He almost drops his own, hand tightening on your waist. You sing just for him, lips at his cheek now, and his breath escapes in a long exhale, shaking.

You are his, you are his, you are his.

When his heart wavers, yours is there, keeping it beating, in time to a song only you can hear.

He is yours, he is yours, he is yours.

“I just want you to know who I am.”

He lifts you into his arms, and he sings with you, game forgotten because it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. If you are happy, he is happy, and he is so very happy with you in his arms.

If he wakes up tomorrow and you are not here, he will find you anywhere. He has done it before, and he will do it for the rest of time, because you are the one who sees him.

And later, when you are laughing and stumbling through his bedroom door, trying to pull away from the uncontrolled kisses he plants on your skin, tickling you and nipping, he will swear into your skin that he will always see you too.

Whoever you choose to be.

[kindnessoverperfection]

ADHD really does put everything at equal levels of importance, huh? Like I'll have an email I need to write that'll take maybe 10 minutes, and getting that done will alleviate 6 months of stress. Then I'll notice a sock on the floor I need to put away. Then I'll get the strong conviction that it's up to me to cure cancer. And my brain will tell me that I need to do all of them at once, start and finish them all in the time span of 0 seconds, and my executive dysfunction will throw up its hands and do none of the above.

[spiderpawzsys]

I'm so scared people are gonna try and mansplain Minecraft story mode on me just because people are "apologizing" to it.

Bitch it's been my special interest ever since danTDM started playing that shit!

[shiraishi--kanade]

Can someone explain to me why I'm turning full on nocturnal the moment sun starts to set before 7pm or is that like normal

[waters-and-the-wilde]

me about five years ago realizing i'm probably autistic: oh man. oh thank fuck. oh this makes so much more sense. holy shit. fucking of course. this explains so much. okay cool. self-knowledge rocks.

me now, finding out i might well have a case of Predominantly Inattentive ADHD: MAN C'MON. AGAIN????? JESUES FUCKIGN CHRIST

[yardsards]

earlier today in class the dude in front of me had his laptop open on split screen mode, one screen playing videos (with headphones) and the other side playing browser games. and he wouldn't stay on the same video or game for more than a couple minutes. and would periodically pull out his phone to check instagram.

and i have no clue if this person has adhd or not but nonetheless it is one of the biggest adhd moods i have ever encountered

[wanderingmind867]

I have wanted to make more vent posts lately, but i've really just gotten distracted by other things. And I may get distracted again now, as I kind of want to use my switch for an hour or two, probably because my eyes are tired after doing nothing but reading and/or watching videos for 90% of today. But I know I have a lot to vent about. Particularly, I know that I probably would like to get everything off my chest regarding school coming back on Monday or Tuesday. So I'll try to get around to making vent posts on all of that, but I always just have to deal with my own natural lack of motivation to post. So I may need time. But in the end, I should hopefully find the time to make that vent post.

[bladehorror]

This took me like 3 hours but ok

[alvinmichaelmurphyseville]

“It’s time I face the music. I cannot maintain the Computer Science class while still completing my other classes. I wish I could.”

“When this semester ends, I’m going to switch back to taking an easier class. I have no idea when the semester ends though. It feels like ages away.”

“I just wanna go Classic mode, but I am stuck taking my ADHD meds again and being in full 2.0 mode. Granted, these short duration ones preserve my creativity, but they DO turn the nerdiness meter up to 11 and it’s hard to slip back to chilling out.”

“Feelin’ like Jekyll and Hyde again. I should probably read that book. No, no. Distraction. I need to stay on the ball no matter what.”

“I feel bad shoving Classic Alvin to the side and only letting him out when my work is finished, but I kind of have to. If I don’t, I just get in trouble for disrupting class…even if I am actively engaged in the lesson.”

“I just wish I was faster at doing work CONSISTENTLY instead of whenever my brain feels like it…which is twice a month, IF I’m lucky.”

“But, there is no point in complaining. I will suck it up until the semester ends. I made my mess and now I must endure it.”

[why-do-i-need-this2]

Do you ever look at your hands holding your phone and feel physically like ‘whose hands are those? I am typing now with thumbs that don’t feel like mine. As I type slowly I start to feel them again.

Is this disassociating?

[heartshattering]

So...

I've been prescribed heart meds since I was 13 years old, and my doctors don't want to give me stimulants to treat ADHD thanks to my history of arrhythmia

Buuut I really have to wonder if excessively caffeinating myself on a daily basis is really any better just because you can have hundreds of milligrams of caffeine without needing a prescription? 🙃

[galexibrain]

ADHD move of the week: I started doing long overdue cleaning work last night and RIGHT in the middle of it I lost all motivation, so now my broom is lying on the floor by the window and several dusty cushions that have been stuck in a corner for months are scattered all over the room.

[onlineufo]

got my first bad customer review truly humbled

[quatregats]

Really think I am currently experiencing the moment right before I actually bother to go and talk to a therapist and they're like how in the world did you make it this far in life without an ADHD diagnosis