WARNINGS :: cursing, breakdown at work, getting yelled at by coworker, not understanding social cues (?), “blocked” joke, reader gets lost (?) in the grocery store, reader menstruates, reader takes meds, readers current hyperfixation is one piece (cause my current hyperfixation is one piece 😈😈😈), fluff, wee bit of angst
IN WHICH… you struggle w/ adhd, but your boyfriend is right next to you always supporting you <3
A/N :: i love the authors note cause im just screaming into a void. also i love making these but I hate formatting them bc tumblr hates me 10 ss
(could also just be an adhd!reader cuz i got adhd too so this is mostly based on me. Srry if it’s bad i ate an icecream cone and felt sleepy)
Y/n always needs to stand up cause they can’t stand in one place.
The party knows this, even the older ones know this.
When they see that y/n is bouncing their leg up and down and keeps fidgeting, that’s the cue for them to just walk around.
Mike is letting them use his hand to just touch when they need someone. He definitely volunteered without saying. Just to show them he’s there for y/n.
Will is most the “caretaker” of y/n. Always by their side like how Joyce is always by Will’s side.
“Hey y/n I got you some things you may like to fidget with in the meantime,” Will says as he sits by the teenager, who’s currently nonverbal
because obviously they’re tired.
They take the figdet toy, just nodding with a soft smile. That’s all Will needed to see.
Eleven would just be by them, always watching and noting things down. Calculating every moment like every second she does when training.
Y/n can obviously handle tasks well, as long as someone reminds them once in a while.
Dustin who rants about nerd things to y/n hoping the teenager understands, only for y/n to just nod and act like they understood everything he said. They totally didn’t blank out and snapped back to life with selective hearing.
Mike who would put his hand on y/n’s shoulder if he catches them slowly going quiet.
The party always has y/n’s stuff in their bags due to the teenager of the party always losing stuff. Like how they lost their own walkie-talkie.
Mind you, the walkie-talkie was sitting on the couch as they complained about losing it.
Will who always returns y/n’s hyper energy. Always holding pinkies and smiling as they both get to do their stuff.
A given rule by the whole crew to never give y/n caffeine. Not because it makes them more hyper, no. It’s because it just makes them sleepy.
Y/n who literally can’t even walk straight and always bumps into the party.
Eleven who doesn’t mind how different y/n is when they rant, loving every waking second of it no matter what.
Max who lets y/n spin the wheels of her skateboard bored when they’re bored. Max would just listen to music to relax
Y/n who’s always talking with their hands, always smiling big and wide.
Mike who really tries to bring down y/n subtly due to how they seem so childlike and hyper. Which makes y/n call him an asshole. Cause they didn’t appreciate how they get treated differently for how their brain works.
Y/n who sometimes jumps in excitement, clutching anyone’s hand next to them to just show how happy they are.
Lucas who always brings the easily distracted member some snacks they like.
Max who has a mixtape of y/n’s favorite songs
Will who has coloring books for y/n. He’s always had these ever since second grade. Seeing that he and y/n always as art brought them close to each other.
Lucas who shares gum with y/n so they both can focus on the crawls.
Dustin who lets y/n play with the rings on his fingers. Smiling softly as y/n is spacing out, not even realizing what they are doing right now.
The roar inside the arena was deafening, blue and teal lights flashing across the ice at the Sap arena You were on your feet like everyone else, heart in your throat as the sharks pushed into the offensive zone.
And there he was.
Macklin darted between defenders, stickhandling like the puck was glued to his blade. You knew that focused look on his face — the one that meant he was about to try something bold.
It happened fast.
A defender stepped into him mid-stride. The collision echoed against the boards. Macklin went down hard, sliding awkwardly into the glass.
The arena went silent.
Your stomach dropped.
He didn’t get up right away.
The trainers rushed out. He shifted, trying to push himself up, but winced — that tiny flash of pain that only someone watching closely would notice. You felt your nails dig into your palms.
“Please get up,” you whispered.
After what felt like forever, he was helped to his feet and slowly skated off, one arm draped over a trainer’s shoulders. The replay flashed overhead, and you immediately wished it wouldn’t. The hit looked worse in slow motion.
The rest of the game blurred. You couldn’t focus. Every buzz of your phone made your heart jump. Was it serious? A concussion? A shoulder? His knee?
When the final horn sounded, the Sharks had won — but you barely registered it.
You waited.
It took almost twenty minutes before you were finally allowed down near the players’ exit. Your foot tapped anxiously against the concrete floor as you watched teammates file out. A few nodded at you knowingly.
Then you saw him.
Macklin stepped through the doors, hair still damp from the shower, dressed in a suit that probably cost more than your car. He was walking normally.
Normally.
He spotted you immediately. His face softened into that familiar grin.
“Hey,” he said, like he hadn’t just shaved years off your life.
You crossed the space between you and him in seconds. “Hey? That’s all you have to say? You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
He laughed — actually laughed — and gently caught your hand. “I’m fine. I promise.”
“You didn’t look fine.”
“Looked worse than it was.” He rotated his shoulder slightly. “Just a stinger. A little bruise. Trainers said I’m good. Might be sore tomorrow, but nothing serious.”
You searched his face for any sign he was hiding something. “You’re not just saying that so I don’t worry?”
He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “I would never lie about that. Especially not to you.”
Your shoulders finally relaxed, tension melting away as relief flooded in. Up close, you could see it now — no guarded posture, no grimacing. Just him. Healthy. Smiling.
“You scared me,” you admitted quietly.
“I know.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “When I saw you in the stands after the hit, you looked more shaken than I felt.”
“You saw me?”
He smirked. “Hard not to. You were glaring at the guy who hit me like you were about to jump the glass.”
You huffed a small laugh, embarrassed. “Maybe I was.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, careful but steady. Strong. Solid. Completely fine.
“I’m okay,” he murmured into your hair. “Promise.”
You hugged him tighter, breathing him in, letting the panic drain out of your system.
“Good,” you said finally, “because I don’t think I could survive another minor injury like that.”
He pulled back just enough to kiss your forehead. “Guess I’ll have to stick to scoring goals instead.”
And as you walked out of the arena together, his hand warm and steady in yours, you realized the fear had only reminded you of one thing —
could i request beefy!bucky where reader has pretty bad adhd and has trouble getting themselves out of a bad tizzy. r! asks bucky to help them because it gets too hard by themself and the solution is bucky being a weighted blanket essentially. -🥀
You don’t even realize you’re spiraling until you’re too far into it to pull yourself out.
It starts as a tightness behind your ribs, something pinched and prickling. Then come the thoughts—fast, sharp, unkind. The room seems louder than it is; every tiny sound feels like it touches your nerves directly. Your hands are restless but your body is frozen. You can’t decide whether you want to pace, scream, hide, or sleep. So you do none of them. You just… buzz.
You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, knees bouncing, picking at the skin around your thumb so hard the nail beds throb. There’s a pressure behind your eyes and a whine in your throat you’re swallowing down because you can’t get your brain to choose a lane. You’ve been here before—you know this place—and usually you ride it out alone until the chaos burns itself out.
But today hurts in a way that feels sticky. Stuck.
And Bucky’s home.
He’s somewhere in the apartment—puttering in the kitchen, humming off-key like he does when he’s making something warm for you, something he hopes will ground you. You can hear him, but the sound feels too far away. Like there’s cotton between you and the world.
You squeeze your thighs, dig your nails into your palms, try to breathe evenly. It doesn’t work. It never really works. Not when you’re this far gone.
Your voice comes out small when you finally call for him.
“Buck?”
Footsteps. Then the doorway fills with him, broad shoulders nearly blocking the hall light, soft expression immediately sharpening with concern the moment he sees you.
“Hey, doll,” he says gently, drying his hands on a dish towel. “Talk to me. Where’re you at?”
You shake your head because talking feels like trying to thread a needle while sprinting. “I—I can’t get out of it. I feel… wrong. Too much. My brain’s being loud. I’m stuck.” You drag the heel of your hand over your face. “Can you—? I need—”
The rest dissolves into a frustrated sound. Words won’t line up.
But Bucky understands you better than most people ever have.
Better than you sometimes understand yourself.
He doesn’t ask more questions. He doesn’t make you explain. He just nods. “Come here.”
You blink up at him, already feeling the sting of relieved tears. “Please,” you whisper.
He’s across the room in two strides. The mattress dips under his weight as he sits beside you, then shifts behind you, guiding you with steady but gentle hands until you’re tucked beneath him, between his thighs, your back pressed to his chest. His arms slide around your torso—thick, heavy, unmovable. Not trapping you. Anchoring you.
You exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Bucky wraps himself around you like he was designed for this alone. His warmth is immediate. His weight is perfect. The slow rise and fall of his breathing gives your body something to sync with. He rests his chin on the crown of your head, pressing a soft kiss there like a seal of protection.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs, voice low and rumbly, already knowing it won’t be. You shake your head, curling your fingers into the thick muscle of his forearm, needing the solidity of him to quiet the static in your mind.
His vibranium hand spreads over your stomach, cool and grounding. His flesh hand strokes your thigh in slow, repetitive motions. All consistency. All the things your brain tries to steal from you on days like this.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Just breathe with me.”
And you do. For the first time in hours, you really breathe.
Your thoughts are still fast, but they start losing teeth—less jagged, less able to dig into you. The restlessness that had your body buzzing begins to dissipate under the weight of him, the same way an electric storm calms under heavy rain. Bucky is your rain. Your storm-breaker.
When he talks again, it’s quiet, rhythmic, meant more for your nervous system than your mind. “You’re okay. I’m right here. You don’t have to get out of anything alone. Not when you can ask for me. I want you to ask me, baby.”
Your throat tightens. “It’s embarrassing.”
“No,” he says instantly, firmly, nuzzling into your hair. “It’s brave. You hear me? It takes guts to say you need help. And I’m never gonna think anything except how proud I am when you trust me enough to come to me.”
You feel your chest loosen another inch—his voice always finds the knots and unties them.
A quiet sniff escapes you, and he squeezes you a little tighter, adjusting so even more of his weight settles around you. He’s basically draped over you now, a living, breathing weighted blanket made of muscle and love and devotion.
“That good?” he asks softly.
“Mmhmm,” you hum, eyes fluttering closed as your cheek presses into his arm. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”
He chuckles, warmth rumbling through your back. “If being your emotional support paperweight is what makes me perfect, then yeah. I’ll take it.”
You huff a laugh—small but real. The first hint of light in the fog.
The world begins to sharpen around the edges again. The cotton dissolves. Your heartbeat steadies. Your brain quiets enough for your thoughts to come in sentences instead of collisions.
After a long stretch of silence, you whisper, “Thank you for coming.”
Bucky kisses the side of your head, lingering. “There’s nowhere else I’d ever be.”
And he means it.
You relax fully into him and for a blessed moment, everything stops spinning. You feel held. Safe. Weighted down in the best way.
Found.
You finally exhale a long, shaky breath.
“There you are,” Bucky murmurs, hugging you closer.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “Here I am.”
ok but imagine adhd gf annoying the HELL out of daryl one night when he’s just trying to sleep. he will act like he’s so pissed off, but he secretly loves the random commentary/poking his side/etc…….lol i can already picture it but im curious to see how you might write that little scene out 🤭
“so, like, even though most mushrooms depicted in old media is the fly agaric, the most common mushroom is actually the agaricus bisporus,” you babbled, staring at the tent ceiling. “but my favorite is the death cap, because it’s got a really cool name, and it’s pretty.”
you’d been rambling for nearly an hour. daryl wasn’t even sure how you’d gotten to mushrooms, only really half listening. his eyes had deep bags, fluttering closed every so often. “uh-huh… pretty cool,” he grumbled.
you rolled over, smiling, playing with his hair. “you’re bored. but that’s okay, i still like you.”
“oh, thank god,” daryl rolled his eyes.
you tugged his cheek, the impulse to grab and squeeze on your lover overwhelming. you were grinning, nuzzling his shoulder, humming.
“don’t sleep yet,” you whined, twirling his hair into your fingers. “i’m not ready.”
daryl groaned, waving you off. “c’mon, ‘m fuckin’ tired…”
you grabbed his thumb, tugging it towards you until his arm was over your waist. “you’re always tired. if you just slept a full eight hours instead of pacing all night, you’d have more energy. it’s like, scientifically proven.”
“if you don’t shuddup an’ let me sleep—” daryl snorted, unable to help a smirk. “god, how’d your parents not know you were special?”
“hey!” you snickered, shoving his face lightly. “like you’re not a weirdo?”
daryl rumbled low, rolling onto his side and taking you with him, like a sleepy bear. “yeah, yeah… jus’…” he yawned. “whatever. tell me ‘bout them shrooms again…”
Heyyy!! So uh, idk if I already requested this or not and my memory is terrible, so imma just request this again:
Is it okie if I get headcanons for an Adhd(inattentive type)!Reader x Pure Vanilla Cookie?
Thank you, and if I already requested this or something similar pls ignore this ask TvT Here, have a treat!! 🧁 🧁 🧁 <- cupcakes that magically change flavor to whatever your favorite flavor is
☆ To Love Is To Love All Of You — Pure Vanilla x ADHD Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/Them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Being the founder of a kingdom that values learning, Pure Vanilla had come to recognize that not every Cookie processes things the same. Accommodating to them was never an issue, he found that he could learn valuable things from Cookies of all types
ᯓᡣ𐭩 It was this experience that helped Pure Vanilla recognize some of these same traits in you. Just like with the people of his kingdom, he's patient whenever you may take longer to process something or complete certain tasks
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Some days are more difficult than others, that's just life. It's on one of these particularly hard days that Pure Vanilla decides to sit down and talk with you about this. What can he do to help? When should he step in? And was there any way to help you on these 'down' days?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He comes to learn that his mistake was initially assuming he could help you using the same methods he relied on with past Cookies, or that it would be the same across the board. With time, he learns when to let you handle things, and when he can help out, attuning to your individual needs
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You end up having a calendar in your shared room where the both of you can keep better track of deadlines, next to a regularly updated chart of tasks that would need to be accomplished that day. Pure Vanilla is always there to gently remind you of when something still needs to be done, and will always offer to do it with you if that eases the stress on your shoulders
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He can and will make you take a rest when he can tell you're close to burnout, but you won't even notice it until he's already picked up the work for you. He sweetly guides you to a comfortable spot, fretting over making sure you're alright and enjoying yourself. Next thing you know he's finishing up that one task you kept forgetting to get back to while you wind down
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He picked up a habit of always keeping track of everything you may need. Put something down and forgot where it went? No worries, he's got it. Need to find something you haven't seen in a while? Not to worry, he's kept it right where it was left and made sure nothing disturbed it. It brings him joy to be able to help you like you've always done for him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Differences are what make us who we are. There's never any harm in being yourself, songbird. I love every part of you. Don't think for a moment that I'd ever change that"
The Djolings and how they would treat a partner who’s neurodivergent (autistic, ADHD?) someone with sensory issues and hyperfixations.
can mention nsfw !!
Ok so—
Really putting my thinking cap on for this one bc although I'm diagnosed with both, it's such a spectrum in how it presents/how much of a disability it can be. So even though I'll be heavily basing these off my own experiences I want to make sure it's clear that it's just ONE set of experiences.
The JKCU tackles Neurodivergence
Steve Harrington
I've already answered here how I think he'd be with a girlfriend with ADHD. To summarize, if it's King Steve, he's going to be insensitive and not understanding in the slightest of your disorder. Post-popularity Steve is more humble and willing to put his judgements aside to learn your "quirks" because he really likes you and wants you to feel comfortable with him. If you're autistic, it'd play out about the same. Whereas people think you're constantly miserable and "look bitchy," Steve understands your blank expression is literally just your resting face and has nothing to do with your actual emotions. If he cooks dinner for the two of you, he lets you make your own plate with everything placed in its designated spot. Like I said in that post, the LAST thing he'd want to do is make you feel unlovable or "too much", so he'd try his best to make you feel valid. The hardest part for Steve to get used to, however, is your aversion to being touched. Its his love language after all! He wants to come home after a long day and just slump into you and bury his face in your neck, but every time he does, you stiffen up and give him an uncomfortable grimace. But eventually learns that if he just asks beforehand to hold you, you'll typically agree (although you're still a bit stiff).
Walter "Keys" McKey
Keys is a patient man who's all about communication, so when you two decide to get serious about being boyfriend-girlfriend, he'd want to know all about your disorder and what he could do to help navigate it (although he'd probably have an inkling of what to expect given that he's in the gaming/tech space). I mean hell, he was attentive enough to Millie to code a whole character based on her trivial interests, so I think he'd have no problem learning your needs and icks. I do get the sense that he'd have a slightly easier time adjusting to an autistic gf than an ADHD one, but still! He's a fast learner. If you have a special interest that you can go on about for hours, Keys would take notes to incorporate into a date. If you often "forget" to eat between your morning coffee and 8pm, he's buying grab-n-go snacks for you to have at his apartment. If you panic in large crowds, he'd try to calm you down by striking up a conversation about one of your hyperfixations so that you get distracted and start babbling freely about it. If you have ADHD and are chronically late or unorganized, I can see those being big challenges for him. Idk, the little we saw of his non-work life and his line about code not failing him where words do gave me the impression that he's big on structure and routine. I also think your aversion to maintaining eye contact (autism) would be misunderstood by him initially as you trying to get him to go away (or perhaps that you're vision impaired).
Gator Tillman
Welp, you knew it was coming: Gator is an absolute asshole about your neurodivergence. He doesn't have the patience to learn about your "quirks" and would weigh his interest in even fucking you depending on how tolerable he found those quirks to be. If you're autistic, he'd find your face to be "off," your lack of eye contact "frustrating," your aversion to certain textures "stupid," and your excited rants about your special interests to be "fuckin' boring." He'd get annoyed watching interactions between you and people being fake-nice to you (he'd want to stomp over and tell those people to fuck off and get on you for being gullible, but he'd never actually act on those thoughts). If you have ADHD, Gator would tell you to shut up if he thought you were being too chatty, would think you were "lazy" for always showing up an hour late to events, and he'd definitely find your difficulty to sit still without shaking your leg to be "annoying." If, however, he was crushing on you heavy, I think he'd try to look past it all and dial back the comments (to your face, at least). Good luck trying to navigate the bedroom with him after that though 😬 Predicting a lot of frustration either over your lack of reactions or for getting too sidetracked thinking about unrelated things while he's trying to give you the work.
Baron Lamram
Okay back to the overtly kind characters. Baron, the absolute sweet papa bear that he is, would absolutely be supportive and patient with you, no matter if you're autistic or have ADHD. It's more important for him that you're a good person, which is independent of either of those disorders. I don't necessarily want to say he'd be drawn to girls who are on the spectrum, but Marmalade for all of her fictional glory was kind of depicted that way, so maybe there's something there 👀 With both disorders it's pretty easy to get depressed, anxious, and self-deprecating due to, well, that's just how your brain works and interprets the world, which is where Baron would swoop in with his reassurance (and praise kink oop!). Whenever he's out in town and some of the more gossipy folk comment to him about you seeming strange or "special," he firmly responds "my girl's pretty special to me, yeah." If he comes home to see you curled up on the couch nearly in tears, be it because you've got some tasks piled up that need to be done at once or there's an agitating buzz somewhere in the house you just can't find, your boyfriend's immediately approaching you (slowly) and asking (softly) what he can do to help. If you'll let him, he'd love to draw a bath for you and cook something while you de-stress.
Kurt Kunkle
So, I personally hc that he's autistic (undiagnosed). Therefore, he'd likely get along with someone else who's also autistic. Maybe it'd be like a yin and yang synergy, where Kurt's the extroverted type who likes being in front of the camera and coming up with the ideas, while you're the introverted type who's more tech savvy and comfortable working the camera. It'd probably bug him if you weren't willing to be filmed at least 25% of the time (after all it is his core belief that if you don't document your life in some way you "don't exist"). I could see him unironically wanting to film content that "tests" your sensory issues like ranking fabric textures or pranking you with a bowl of Skittles mixed with M&Ms on camera. Kurt's not trying to be a dick, he's just genuinely tone deaf. I predict some shouting matches in this relationship. Now if you have ADHD I think there'd be an underlying jealousy on his end from how much more charismatic and "chill" you appear to people (namely, his fans). No matter how much you try to explain to him the negatives of your disorder, he just focuses on the fact that you get attention and he doesn't. Again, shouting matches. In both cases though if you threaten to dump Kurt he'd back down and grovel, begging you not to leave him. He'd rather you shout that you hate him every day than never hear from you at all.
Travis "Teacake" Meacham
I hc Teacake as having ADHD, so it'd be like an "opposites attract" thing. Before him, you were used to people calling your bluntness as "cold." Your organization standards were deemed "impossible," and you tended to freak people out by sitting quietly at crowded lunch tables without participating in any of the conversations happening around you. To Teacake, all he saw was a girl who was honest, clean, and a great listener (and super pretty!). Naturally, you were skeptical of his interest in you because you'd been burned several times by guys asking you out as a joke, but once you realized he was a genuine sweetheart through his acts of service, you agreed to go out with him. It's almost a perfect relationship (although he makes you sound like a feral cat he had to domesticate). You remember what Teacake forgets, and he fills in the silence so you don't have to. You make double portions when you meal prep because you know he forgets to eat, and whenever you pick the "gross" toppings off your takeout tray he's happily accepting them onto his. One of Teacake's favorite memories is the first time you cuddled him—"like a cat" 💀—by crawling onto the couch one day when he was watching tv, laying your head in his lap without saying a word, and taking a nap.
A/N: ima slightly write it off my experience of adhd but remember that everyone’s adhd experience is different! 🫶🏾
Tom Riddle
You two are a good opposite duo 🫶🏾
He loves how you rant to him about anything really. He’s listening while somehow reading the book he has
When someone tries to tell you to be quiet. Immediately the room feels a chill.
He may not be pda like you, but he shows his caring side in a different light.
Mattheo Riddle
You like shenanigans, he does shenanigans.
You two are a match made in heaven! ☺️💗 honestly when you stim happily and tap your fingers around. Immediately he shows the same exact energy
He knows you can’t focus well, and shit he can’t either sometimes.
But he will always help you!
Theodore Nott
Is always interested in what you like
Could easily be distracted with you, as long as it doesn’t happen in class
He does find it creepy when you just stand there not blinking..for a long time.
Your sudden burst of energy always gives him serotonin.
Lorenzo Berkshire
Always gives you his hand when you need something to occupy yourself.
Your “out of no where mood swings” either of your period or just the random switch confuse him. But he is supportive.
He understands how you space out a lot and just think about things. He finds it adorable.
He understands how you can’t seem to focus. So he teaches you in a way that you are able to focus and memorize other than give up on you like idiots would.
