#I’m having a bad ADHD morning this morning

[yellow-dress-basil]

Hey can someone with POTS explain what its like?

I’ve always dealt with dizziness on standing. Its usually manageable, almost like a little vision shift, but sometimes its BAD. Like I’ve fallen into walls when I get out of bed in the morning or had my vision black out most of the way. I kinda thought that just like, happened to people? But I recently have had it brought to my attention that it maybe doesn’t?

I’ve never passed out, but I think I’ve gotten close. Like blacked out vision, weak knees, etc.

I can often feel my heart pounding against my chest and can almost always hear it or feel it somewhere in my body.

Is any of that normal person stuff? Or should I book an appointment with my doctor?

(If it helps I have a lot of thus far unexplained digestive issues, chronic fatigue, ADHD, and Autism)

Please know I’m just trying to figure out whats wring with me and not make any assumptions about POTS.

Thanks everyone!

[fullofbeansandspunk]

I like that my dysfunction is executive - my dysfunction wears a little suit and goes into an office building where it tells all the other dysfunctions how to not do their jobs

[imsosry-sir]

are there rlly people that can like.. make a plan to do their work and then… actually do their work??

bc i would literally give anything (firstborn, kidney, soul, etc etc) to experience that just once ;-;

[catwingsathena]

I just unintentionally went off my Strattera (non-stimulant ADHD med) for nine days and I can now say with confidence that I do in fact have ADHD, because holy crap never again.

[quillyfied]

It should be illegal to have a lingering cold-type thing entirely based on the wild air pressure fluctuations that also feels worst at night rather than feeling consistently bad through the day too, thereby negating any possible leg to stand on for a stay at home argument.

[sodacowboy]

this brain combo rn is like not good lmao

[fifteen-yemen-road]

can we collectively agree to stop calling people who regularly wake up later than usual ‘lazy’?

a person who goes to bed at 10pm and wakes up at 6am gets 8 hours sleep. a person who goes to bed at 3am and wakes up at 11am also gets 8 hours sleep. that makes late sleepers no more or less lazy than early risers

just stop it please and thank you

[plumberrypudding]

i’ve learned something new about myself: i do terrible living alone! my life has absolutely no structure, i’m accountable to no one, i have no drive or motivation, and i don’t have the willpower to keep myself from doing nothing but chasing those quick dopamine hits. :D

[planetsoda]

me: wondering why I’m starving and have felt all over the place all day including managing to spill water all over my desk not once but twice

also me: realizes at 5pm that I forgot to take all my morning meds, one of which has the unfortunate side effect of making me not as hungry and one of the others treats my ADHD 🙃

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[brooooswriting]

Hi would you write for a Leighton x reader where r forgets to take their adhd meds and they get really overwhelmed and they just ‘disappear’ and nobody can find them and they’re just in Leighton’s bed trying to de stress, and the first place they thought of was leightons because they feel safe and calm with her?

Where were you?

Leighton was about to have a breakdown. She hasn't seen you for over 24 hours, and she hasn't heard from you for about 5 hours now, which wasn't normal. The last time she really heard from you was this morning when you texted her good morning, and since then, nothing. She didn't think anything about it since you would always join her and her roommates for lunch but you were a no-show.

So, she texted you, but nothing. She asked your friends and again nothing. And when no one could reach you and nobody found you, a bit of panic went loose in all your friends. While your friends and Leighton went crazy, you were quietly laying in a bed.

Leighton’s bed, to be exact. The covers were pulled up to your head as you soaked in the blonde’s smell, which lay atop you like a protective barrier. All the stress, negative thoughts, and feelings nearly disappeared. Yesterday, like the idiot you could be, you forgot to take your meds. You didn't really notice until suddenly every small thing started to annoy you and overwhelm you. The fact that you didn't know the reason for it made things even worse until you figured that you forgot your meds.

By now, Leighton, her friends and your friends were on a search mission for you. They knew how you could be and if you went offline in every sense that could mostly mean bad things. So, Leighton searched in your building complex and the gym, Kimberly was looking through the dining hall and the shops, Whitney was going to the donut shop close by and your friends were looking through some of the lecture halls. Bela decided to look for you in the library after getting a hoodie from her and Leightons room.

The girl stalked inside, typing on her phone as she slammed the door open. She hummed as she searched through her closet, grabbing a nice one and turning around just to let it fall when she saw someone in Leightons bed. “Leighton? I thought we are going to search y/n” she questioned as she stepped closer. “Leighton?” She pulled the covers back a bit just to see y/h/c and eyebrows that definitely didn’t belong to Leighton. “Y/n?” She mumbled to herself before sighing.

She exited the room with her phone in hand to let the others know. “Leight? I found her, she’s sleeping in your bed” she explained as she got an apple sauce from the mini fridge.

“You gotta be kidding me. I’m going to kill her” the blonde grumbled and hung up the phone making Bela giggle. Leighton was fuming, not because you were in her room but because you were sleeping in there peacefully while she was freaking out. The dorm room slammed open making her roommate flinch, “is she still in bed?”

“Yeah, she’s dead asleep I guess” she explained but was mostly ignored as Leighton was already slamming the door to their room open. Bela decided that she didn’t want to be a part of this so she left and told everybody that you were fine.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She screamed as she pulled the blanket off of you, making you whine. You stuttered something out that wasn’t understandable. “Why are you just sleeping here?” She questioned as you carefully sat up, her relief that you were fine overwhelming her and making her miss your shaky hands and wet eyes.

“I- I am sorry. I didn’t think that you’d be mad about it. I mean you gave me the keys after all” you stuttered again and avoided any eye contact with the mad blonde. Her anger seemed to subside though as she started to see the weird way you were behaving and the tears in your eyes.

“Why did you come here?” Her voice was much softer this time, but she kept her distance as long as she didn’t know what was wrong. You scotched back against the headboard and pulled the blanket over you again.

“I forgot to take my meds and i didn’t even notice until I suddenly felt annoyed by everything and everyone and I started to have panic and anxiety and headaches and tantrums and I was so frustrated and normally I would have called you but the headaches made it impossible to look at my phone. So…” you hesitated to keep talking as Leighton sat next to you, her arm wrapped around you pulling you closer to give you comfort.

“So the first place you thought of was my bed?” Your head was laying on her shoulder which made you miss her smile when she said that. Trusting someone has never come easy to her but trusting you was like breathing, it came natural to her.

“I-yeah. I’m sorry if I overstepped, it’s just the thought of your perfume and all of this around me made me calm down already” you explained further playing with the fingers on her hand that wasn’t wrapped around you.

“Gosh, now I feel like an asshole. I love the fact that you thought of me first and felt comfortable coming here, I was just scared. Nobody had heard from you for over five hours and that is never good so I thought that maybe something had happened. I’m sorry I was so rude when I came inside” it was easy to know that she was telling the truth, her voice was so soft that it was impossible that she was lying.

“No, I get it. I would have been mad too. I’m sorry I didn’t text, it just slipped my mind” her arm squeezes you a bit tighter, which was her way of showing that she understood and was fine with it. You stayed in a comfortable silence for a moment before you noticed your headaches coming back, you often had them after feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. Your shifting was an obvious sign to the blonde by now.

“How are you now?” She questioned, looking down at you with a look that told you not to lie. It was smart, you would have tried to lie but she had a different kind of power over you.

“My head still hurts” you quietly confessed, looking down at the blanket that was covering your legs. Leighton sighs and leans over to get some medicine from next to her bed.

“Here take these and then turn over so I can cuddle you while we take another nap” she insisted, not leaving any space for arguments which, again, was smart. It was rather early in the day and you knew she still had classes.

You mumbled a thank you, took the pill and turned on your side facing away from the blonde so she could hug you from behind. The light was quickly turned off and a text was shot to her roommates to be quiet when they came home. “Leighton?”

“Yes love?”

“Thank you for caring” you weren’t quite at the ‘I love you’ mark yet, so this was the best you could do. You had both shown how much you loved each other throughout the day; you could only think of her during your worst moments and she would have torn down the campus to find you.

“Thank you for feeling safe with me” she pressed a kiss to your head and pulled you closer before you both drifted off to sleep.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

I’M STUCK ON THIS FUCKING PLANET. I’M STUCK ON THIS GODDAMN EARTH.

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That’s right!! I’m talking even more about sinner bodies because I’m CRAZY!!! RAAHHH!! 🤪 SHES SO CRAZY WE CANT TAKE HER ANYWHERE!! 😝 it’s 3 in the morning and I can’t stop thinking about this goddamn TV.

I think Vox is genuinely the most fucked up character in this rewrite currently. Not really morally fucked up, there’s definitely worse people, but physical alterations in hell out of the main cast he definitely has it the worst. In my last post I talked about how Angel formed in hell and I want to go back to this because Vox did not form in hell as a TV or even a robot at all. He got formed on the road after dying in a car crash and was literally just this fucked up clump of wires and metal panels and had gross little robot hands and he had to make everything else himself and wait for his body to adjust to it, so he literally cannot regenerate normally. He didn’t even have a face yet or screen of any kind, just a little camera to see out of. If his screen shatters he needs to get a new one or if his body breaks he needs to get it repaired, thats why he’s able to upgrade his body and stuff.

And like yeah some tech sinners do just form as robots but Vox just is a fucking mess and I think about it all the time and thats why his demon form is all fucked up like that and I think thats partially another reason he hates Alastor’s ideals so much sometimes because hes like “technology bad!” even though he literally is also partially a tech sinner and hes just stupid but like without technological advancements Vox literally would have nothing like they wouldn’t’ve met, Vox would not have a company, etc, etc and thatd probably help a lot of people yeah like the Vees would not fucking exist but ignoring that, just on a personal relationship scale I imagine your “friend” being like “man I really hate the thing that gives you life and allows you to live a somewhat normal existence” hurts a bit.

Technological regeneration is a bit more confusing and hard to explain than biological regeneration since machinery can’t really “heal” in real life. The concept sounds almost bewildering, like you can’t cut a wire and have it slowly heal like skin would, you’d need a whole new wire. But Vox internally, the things that allow him to move and live how he does now, it’s the only part of him that he can heal, and to him, it’s still “defective”.

Vox is disabled mentally and physically; he has Autism, ADHD, and epilepsy, all of which he is unable to be medicated for due to his new body. These are all things that he hates to acknowledge and will become irrationally upset by if they are mentioned to the point he will actively to deny certain aspects of disability. Being a man from the 1900’s-1950’s his views on mental disabilities and mental illnesses are… less than uh.. “acceptable” for today’s standards. He often disregards slurs towards this being called slurs and insists that “They used to just be words” or “It’s a medical diagnosis.” yet still gets incredibly upset when he is ever called a slur that actually could apply to him. In a way he tries to come off as purposely ableist so that he doesn’t have to confront this aspect of himself that he doesn’t understand. His knowledge in technology or sharks or economics aren’t “special interests” to him, they’re just “regular things a man likes”. He can’t process what a hyperfixation is. He doesn’t know that it’s normal for him to be unable to speak on occasion or that certain textures make him severely uncomfortable. These are either seen as weaknesses or “average people things”. Aside from how terribly disabled people were treated back around the 50’s, he views the neurodiverse aspect of his mind as something that only serves to further push him from grasping the feeling of regular humanity again.

For physical disabilities, he doesn’t lie or deny that he has epilepsy, yes he has an intense disdain for mentioning it, but for very few people he is close with he will disclose this information to them privately. There are a very select few people that are aware of this and two of those people are Velvette and Alastor. This post isn’t really about diving into Vox’s epilepsy so I’m keeping this concise because I have another post to put all of that in. Hope you all enjoy the wacky art :)

The binary says “Trust us” for anyone curious

[danikamariewrites]

Azriel x adhd!Reader

A/n: As someone with ADHD I struggle with a lot of stuff like my emotions and daily tasks. I like talking about it bc I don’t think it should be taboo and I hate the stigmatism around it that it’s just people being lazy. If your struggling with ADHD or any other mental health problems know you’re not alone ❤️

Warnings: mentions of mental health struggles, some angst

At first Azriel didn’t understand why your mood could be so up and down all the time. Or why you struggled with getting out of bed some days and others you had so much energy you didn’t know what to do with it.

You didn’t like loud noises, being touched unless you wanted too, and some textures overwhelmed your senses causing you to lash out.

You have a hard time communicating your feelings and he does too, which makes you both frustrated when one of you just brushes the other off or is passive aggressive.

Azriel notices you space out sometimes or that when he’s talking to you, you ask him to repeat things because you didn’t hear him. He thinks it’s odd but brushes it off as you just being preoccupied. He also picks up on your fidgeting but never thought anything of it

One day you both snap at each other resulting in the worst fight you’ve ever had

Azriel ends up going to Rhys for advice because he doesn’t want some stupid fight on a random Monday to be the reason you break up

Azriel tells his brother about the issues that have been building up over the last few months and Rhys, who’s been one of your best friends since childhood, tells him you’ve always been that way

He doesn’t go into detail, it’s your story to tell, but he does tell Az about when you were younger and your parents had Madja come give you a few tests. He remembered being a little nervous for you but you were fine. You just needed a little extra help and attention with things because your brain works differently

Azriel instantly feels bad that he didn’t know

“It’s ok Az, she didn’t even tell me until we were teenagers.” Rhys says sympathetically. “Yeah but I’m the one that’s supposed to be there for her, not get angry with her.” Rhys hugs his brother, insisting he stay the night and that time apart will do you both good

The next morning Az comes home to you baking in the kitchen

You had to move around or the thoughts of Azriel not coming home because you were too much of a burden were going to eat you alive

When you see him you try to apologize but he cuts you off asking if you could sit down and talk

“I don’t want to push, but Rhys told me about when you were younger and the testing with Madja.” He says gently

You take a deep breath, trying to blink your tears away

Sometimes it’s hard for you to talk about your ADHD because you hate to seem weak or different

But you’ve held back long enough and if you didn’t tell Azriel soon you knew you would get worse trying to mask it

You tell him everything. how your energy goes up and down, your depression and that it’s worse because you can’t find the energy to do things

You feel useless sometimes because you forget things or because you don’t listen

He hugs you as you cry into his chest, “I just feel so guilty being this way. I’m sorry Az.”

He brushes away your tears, “It’s ok my love. I know I don’t communicate well either. And I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt this way. It must’ve been killing you to keep it in.”

From that point forward Azriel was always there to make things better

Your communication improved and fights or the silent treatment became very rare

You weren’t afraid to tell him if something was bothering you or if you needed extra help or attention from him

Azriel and his shadows could pick up if you were being overstimulated or stressed out, so there were times you didn’t even need to ask

If you were out with the group and became uncomfortable Azriel would take you somewhere quite to help calm your anxiety

He’d wrap his wings around you so it would be dark and quite, helping slow your panicked breathing

“It’s ok baby, take a deep breath.” “That’s it, in and out, don’t rush.” “Here feel my heartbeat, can we try and match it?”

If you didn’t like how your sweater or dress was feeling that day he would be there with a back up or give you his own

“Are you sure Az, I don’t want to take it from you then you’ll be cold.” “Don’t worry about me baby, I just want you to be comfortable. Plus I’m built for the cold, Illyrian remember?”

Whenever you start fidgeting it’s usually if you’re bored or nervous. Azriel always keeps a little fidget toy or a pen on him so you can hold it and focus your energy on that. He knows you hate being thought of as a distraction and you think it’s better to focus on a small thing in your hands rather than swinging your feet or pushing your chair around

You thought him knowing about your ADHD would change how he feels about you or treat you differently. You bring this up to him one night in bed, “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you at all. You’re still perfect to me, my love. You just need extra help sometimes and it’s ok to ask for help.”

[alexsoenomel]

Chokehold (Sam Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I was reading Adrenlize Me and I had an idea for a part 2? Sam and reader have been getting at it for a bit but this time they finally say “I love you” to each other? Rough smut with a little dash of fluff? 🥰

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times and I love you’s, mentions of addiction 

Word count: 2.1k

Note: I apologize for being so slow (school+work+ADHD). Writing this made me realize how single I actually am.

 Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

PART 1

Addiction. First, it feels like a warm hug, sucking you in, disguising itself as something familiar, something beautiful, and finally, you feel like you filled that hole in your soul. Then it starts taking, it takes and takes until there is nothing left to take, until you cannot give anymore – until you’re dead. You find out, a little too late, that the warm hug was just a one-way ticket to your inevitable demise.

This started as a deep-seated need but turned into a full-blown addiction sooner than I thought, but the only difference was this was a blissful one, with no reaper waiting for you at the end. It only brought endless pleasure. 

Sam was no better than me. We couldn’t stop ourselves; every touch, every kiss would send us into a euphoric state, and it was better than any drug known to man. 

After our little adventure in Dean’s beloved Baby, we tried to keep our dirty little secret hidden. Sam would come to my room only during the night when he could hear Dean snoring in his room, and even then, we had to be careful since Dean was a light sleeper. He would muffle my moans with his hand whenever he was on top of me, he would sometimes even let me bite his shoulder, but it was impossible to be quiet, especially when we both liked listening to each other come undone. Long story short, Dean found out.

“Good thing you two lovebirds finally got together! The bad thing is now I cannot sleep.” He told us one morning while sipping his black coffee, clearly tired and cranky. 

Lovebirds.

That word was stuck in my brain that day. It still would pop up occasionally. It reminded me that we never labeled our little arrangement. When it happened, we would carry on, pretend like this thing was meaningless, and then we would do it all over again. We would cover every topic under the Sun apart from this one. We completely ignored it, but it was there, just around the corner, something more than just a meaningless hookup. 

Sure, he was able to make my legs shake, make me forget my existence, and his touch would set me on fire every damn time, but the way he would look at me right before I would come, the way we would look at each other…  I knew I was falling for him. 

We were birds of a feather –we connected through art, books, and music. We liked the same things but were far different characters. I was more of a 'Shoot first, ask questions later' kind of girl, like his older brother, and he was far from that. He was my voice of reason when I would let my emotions consume me; he was the one who would tell Dean and me to get our shit together whenever we would jump the gun (and that would often happen because we were both hotheads). We worked perfectly together. 

***

"God, I'm exhausted!" I said and put my bag on the table. 

We just got back from a hunt in Omaha, Nebraska, and it was a wild one. It dragged to no end until we finally ganked the ghost that was killing unfaithful men. I almost got thrown off the balcony, Dean almost got stabbed, and Sam, well he took care of it. Overall, I was just happy the case was over and, that I could sleep in my/Sam's bed. 

"Me too! Gonna hit the hay!" Dean said taking his shoes off. 

"Already? It's only 10 pm." Sam said. On a rare occasion, Dean would sleep early, he was the worst night bird in the flock. For him, 2 am was too early for bed, and mornings started at noon. 

"Sammy, I almost got stabbed today! Yeah, already." Dean said and disappeared into the hallway. 

"Night, Dean!" I said. 

"Night, night!" I heard him say. 

I was immediately hit with the realization that I was alone with Sam. There was something so alluring about him that made me nervous in the best way possible. It would boost my dopamine and adrenaline – like a drug. I swallowed nervously as I turned to see he was staring back at me and I immediately recognized the look – the look of devotion. 

"What?" I asked. He looked tired, with messy hair, and bags under his eyes. I was a tired mess too. During these days caffeine kept me awake and sharp since we were working night and day trying to solve the gruesome mystery. 

"Shower?" He asked.

"Please!" 

We went to his room since I would spend most of my nights there. What started as casual, grew to be a routine. I started hating sleeping alone in cold sheets – his warmth kept me safe. 

When we entered his room, pleasant silence joined us. We stripped down our dirty clothes and sins as we went to the bathroom. We didn’t say a word until warm water touched our tired bodies.

“Warm enough?” Sam asked me.

I nodded. He shampooed my hair, and I did my body while letting my muscles relax under the shower, feeling every part of me slowly shutting down from exhaustion.  Once my hair was nice and cleaned and I turned to face Sam, kissing where his heart was as I balanced myself on my tiptoes since he was much taller than me. 

“My turn?” I asked and got on his knees, like he usually would do when I wanted to wash his hair, and wrapped his hands around my waist, cupping my ass. It wasn’t the first time we showered together, the aftercare was as important for him as it was for me, but this time it felt far more intimate and real. The aftercare would usually turn into rough shower sex, leaving me breathless and sometimes even covered in bruises, but this time I saw true intimacy and meaning of showering together. 

Sam kissed my stomach as I washed his hair, sending light shivers all over my body. His hand went between my legs, and a light moan escaped from my lips. 

“All done!” My voice trembled. Sam stood up and kissed me hungrily. I could never get enough of his kisses, his lips were soft, kisses sweet kinda like cherries in spring, nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. He broke the kiss as our eyes met, water still running down our bodies. I could feel his breath on my lips. The air, even though hot and heavy, got a little bit chilly for a second – or was I getting nervous? I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I didn’t know why I was getting nervous. Everything that seemed familiar was now foreign to me. Even though we fucked a million times, even though we both had seen each other naked, I was still feeling that tickling sensation in the pit of my stomach. 

Sam turned off the shower. We did our night routine in blissful silence. Skincare, haircare, the whole nine yards…in blissful pleasant silence. Sam even started using my Vitamin C serum, when I told him how good it is for the skin. 

I was pleasantly surprised when he took a little bit of my hydrating cream after the serum. I would always use that after having a rough day on the job, it did wonders for my tired skin. 

“You’re learning,” I told him as I brushed my teeth. 

“From the best.” He simply said. 

***

I didn’t remember the last time I did my night routine in my bathroom – and it all started when Dean caught me leaving his room to get my toothbrush. 

“You two are louder than a jackhammer!” He told me as he opened the door of his room, messy hair, eyes barely open, clearly feeling creaky from lack of sleep…again. “Keep it down, or I swear I’ll kill you both!”

“Sorry!” I was embarrassed but trying hard not to laugh.

Ever since then, I decided not to leave his room during the night. So, naturally, I started leaving my stuff in Sam’s room. 

***

After we got in our pajamas; Sam in his gray sweatpants and me in my oversized blue T-shirt I “borrowed” from him, got under the covers. I could feel my whole body relaxing, as I let my mind drift God knows where…I was ready to fall asleep, but Sam had other plans. He wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him. His semi-hard cock was pressed against my ass, and I felt his lips on my neck. 

“Yeah, Sammy?” I bit my lower lip. 

“I don’t wanna sleep.” He mumbled between kisses. 

I turned around, missing the softness of his lips on mine. I kissed him, feeling the minty taste on his lips. My hand went in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He moaned when I pulled his locks, sending shivers all over his body. He pushed me back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of me, leaving kisses all over my jaw and neck. I loved his lips on my skin, I loved everything about them; the softness, the taste, the ability to make me wet in seconds… 

“You got me worried today,” Sam whispered between kisses. 

“Sorry, I was a hot-headed dumbass.”

I thought I could take down the ghost by myself. I didn’t stick to the plan and almost got thrown off the balcony when the damn thing attacked me – my mistake.

“Like always.”

And that’s why you love me. I bit my tongue. I felt my walls completely coming down under him. I didn’t care about labels, I didn’t care what we were, I just knew my heart was struggling to stay silent. I wanted to say those words as much as I desperately wanted to hear them from him. 

“Shut up and kiss me!” I told him instead. 

Sam pressed his lips on mine, this time his hand went down my stomach between my legs. His fingers were cold, making my skin shiver, but his touch bought endless pleasure. 

I could feel his two fingers in me for a few seconds before he pulled away. 

“Tease,” I said annoyed. He loved making me beg and feel desperate and I loved every second of it. 

He licked his fingers clean and kissed me letting me have a taste as well. 

“You are delicious.”

Everything about this seemed different. He was sweeter and far more gentle. Usually, he would tell me to be quiet, his good girl, he would be rough, but this time…he wasn’t? He had a gentle side, but I’d rarely see it. I felt something was different. I felt my heart connecting with his and my soul feeling closer to his own. 

“And you’re a tease.” 

He laughed, showing off those cute little dimples I adored so much. 

"Just a little. " He smirked before kissing me again. I was growing impatient, and it was like he heard me. He wasted no time, he moved my panties to the side as I helped him lower his sweatpants. He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, letting me bask in the pleasure his cock was giving me. I buried my fingers into his damp hair, arching my back slightly. 

"You feel so good!" 

He would always tell me that. Every time. No exception. He knew his words made me needy, horny, and desperate…He knew what buttons to push. 

He started to move and that was when my heart decided to work against me…or it did me a favor? My eyes were lost in his, not wanting to break the contract. I was feeling every inch of him, slowly moving in and out, skin to skin….

"I love you!" 

I heard myself say. My heart was pounding, I could see his expression change as his hair was falling on my cheeks…he smiled and kissed me.

"I love you too!" 

I didn't expect this answer from him. At the moment it didn't seem real but I think we both knew it was coming. Between the constant staring, and flirting just to gross out Dean and the genuine connection we had, we knew…

Sam's pace became faster, and I was slowly losing it. His face was inches away from mine, feeling each other's breaths as my climax was getting closer. I could feel my body shaking, my nails digging into his back as I couldn’t get his name out of my mouth. 

“Come on, baby!” He whispered in my ear. 

I loved his voice, I loved his touch, his kiss. I loved him.

I came hard, biting his shoulder (Sam didn’t even flinch), not wanting to be too loud because of Dean and his “Next time I’m gonna kill you both” sentence. 

He kissed me before collapsing next to me. We were both panting, waiting for someone to say something, to break the ice that had already been broken when I told him I love you. But no one did. Instead, we fell asleep, my head on his chest, safe and sound. 

[rainylana]

Wayne and Eddie headcanons

warnings: mentions of puberty and masturbation.

a/n: i’m obsessed with these!

• as a kid, eddie used to play endless pranks on wayne almost everyday. it got to a point where he was walking on eggshells in his own home, afraid of getting himself into another trap of eddie’s. saran wrap on the toilet seat, salt in the sugar jar, tacks in the driver’s seat.

• when he was between the age eight and nine, he wanted to grow up and be an adult like wayne, so he’d want to wake up early in the mornings to have coffee with him and read the newspaper. he usually always fell asleep, being carried back to bed by his uncle.

• eddie calls wayne’s music his old man music.

• they watch wheel of fortune together everytime it’s on.

• wayne makes him pick up sticks in the yard when he gets too hyper. kid definitely has adhd.

• wayne is amazed with how heavy his nephew can sleep. he’s tried being noisy to wake him up but he will not budge. he also sleeps in super later. wayne once got home from work and he was STILL asleep.

• wayne taught him how to shave when he was 15. it ended in a bunch of cheap bandaids and a plastic razor.

• okay but puberty was rough lmao. i can just imagine eddie asking poor wayne what it meant when his dick got hard LMAO. gave that old man grey hair.

• i’m sure wayne was PETRIFIED of him getting some girl knocked up, so he bought him his first box of condoms.

• eddie brings home a lot of girls, so wayne has earplugs he wears while he sleeps.

• wayne definitely accidentally walked in on him jerking off at least once.

• wayne knows all of his anxious habits and knows when he’s having a bad day. he helps him through his panic attacks in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep, pacing about the trailer kitchen.

• wayne would read the hobbit to him as a boy when he couldn’t sleep. the book had been a gift from his mom before she left.

• wayne had to help get gum out of eddie’s hair when the bullies at school got bad.

• i think wayne would be momma bear mode when his nephew would come home as a young boy, eyes teary eyed and nose snotty. he’d call the principal and threaten him, heated and hurt that someone would hurt his boy. as eddie got older, he didn’t want wayne involved in it anymore and made him promise he wouldn’t interfere.

• eddie doesn’t ever throw away his trash in his room so once a week wayne goes in their with a trash bag and cleans. it’s filled with dr pepper and beer cans, little debbie wrappers and chip bags.

[fleming-o]

Forgetful // Jessie Fleming

Hii so, this fic will be based of adhd reader (I LITERALLY HAVE ADHD SO I FORGERT ALOT.) just forgetting simple small tasks and Jessie making sure she's reassured and makes sure she's 100% okay.

Mostly fluffy and some acts of low mental health but nothing to bad!

I do have to say though, I know how it feels to have a higher level of adhd, I'm always thinking people think low of me if I forget the smallest things so basically that's what this fic is about. The small act of forgetting

(AHHH SHE LOOKS SO COMFY)

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An alarm blaring this morning woke me up, stirring awake i hear the small noise of feet moving around me and Jessie’s shared room in our apartment in Portland.

Jessie had recently transferred over from Chelsea, meaning where she goes I go. always. but since my clothing brand is more focused online it is perfect because I can work on it wherever and whenever.

anyway, besides the point, the point is what has woken me up so early in the morning?

as I turn around in the bed looking for the freckled soccer player that’s usually wrapped around in these blankets, I'm met with a cold side of the bed meaning she isn’t here, but I do hear her

“m’looove” I call out for her, which then causes my ears to hear soft walking back into the room

“good morning to you, sorry if I woke you up” She kisses my forehead sitting on the side of the bed, ah saying sorry. such a Canadian thing.

“what time is it” I say still half awake the brown haired girl laughs at my very so sleepy state “7:30 am, you should go back to sleep, sleepy head” I grown

how in the world can someone wake up that early “mm.. was thinking about it too” I say as I bring the covers back up to my body they moved when Jessie sat down

“Okay, have a good rest princess. I'll be leaving soon due to early practice, just remember to take your meds” she reminds me

pushing off the bed she gives me another kiss on my cheek and grabs what is needed for the rest of her day as I’m slowly lulling myself into a relaxed sleep.

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Getting my self awake properly this time is perfect, I'm waking up around 9:00 and getting myself ready for the day

But there's something weird I feel, that I'm missing to do something but I can't seem to figure it out, exiting the bathroom I take in the state of me and Jessies bedroom

Its messy as hell, “maybe today will be a deep clean day” I think to myself grabbing my phone to see that Jess sent me a message

“good morning princess, I hope you have a good day with whatever plans you may have. Just remember to take your pills and eat some food for me, love you” is what Jessie had texted me

Oh right that's what I forgot my medicine, as I walk over to the kitchen grabbing my pill. Setting it down on the counter grabbing some water, I realize I forgot to make my list of what I needed to clean

So doing so I grab my phone from my sweatpants pocket and open my notes app writing my tasks of the day

What to clean

Bedroom - do the dirty laundry and make bed

Bathrooms - switch toilet paper and clean the counter

Kitchen - do dirty dishes and clean counters

Living room - dust bookshelf/re-range books

*sweep floors

I finish off my list with a happy smile ready to take on my tasks I go walk back into our shared room to change into more of a summer outfit

Completely forgetting about the pill I left out for me to take..

It's nearing 3:00 pm, and I've decided to take a break on my so-called ‘deep clean’ and I'm just catching up on some emails I forgot to do the other day

I did a lot today, finished of the bathroom and put dirty clothes in the washing machine and than I finished around taking all the books out of the shelf so I can dust it all off

But what I did not know, was the lack of food or the lack of actual tasks I did today. I may have thought I did them correctly but I sure enough left out many things but that wasn't on my mind at the moment

What was on my mind was Jessie coming home soon, usually her practices go till 12 but since it was recovery day after a match they go longer to do many run-downs of the match and etc

So getting up from the couch and putting my computer down I look around and see the mess I've made…

I really thought that I finished cleaning the kitchen?

But the unlocking of the front door scares me. What is Jessie going to think when she walks in, she's gonna be mad coming to a dirty home. She probably just wants to rest but coming home to this? No its bad its oh so bad

Just when I start to move from the couch she walks in “Y/n I'm ho-” she freezes. What on earth has happened to her apartment

i’m frozen in spot not even knowing what i’m supposed to do in this situation.

she puts her bag down and slowly walks into the living room, she sees me standing but I can’t look at her so I sit back down

But she walks over to me “Baby what happened to our apartment…” she says but I feel too embarrassed to look at her so I sit down back on the couch with my head held low

But that doesn't stop her from coming and kneeling in front of me “Lovey… hey what's up? Talk to me” she says but I shake my head

“I'm sorry” I quietly say not even knowing if she would hear it but I tried

“I-I wanted to clean before you got home..” I say picking at my nails but she's to fast to shut that down and grab my hands to hold

“Dont be mad please Jessie” I finally look at her, I don't even know why I'm acting so small

“I would never be mad, looks like you had a busy day huh?” she says as her thumbs are grazing over my knuckles

“Look I just woke up and I saw our room was dirty so I decided that I should make a list of what to do I tried hard to clean okay I really did but I guess I got distracted. I started in our room and made my way into the living room than the kitchen I thought I could do it all” I ramble out really hoping she isn't to disappointed

“Hm.. Well did you take your meds?” she asks now switching so she's sat beside me on the couch

“I think so?” I look at her weary but I think I took them..

“Did you eat today?” she says as she looks around the state of the living room

“I just thought I could clean I'm so sorry Jessie baby” I ignore her question knowing I don’t want to talk about it

Jess knows eating is a touchy subject and I just find it hard to do sometimes, I just always get overwhelmed when I see food and I can't help it

“M’love did you get any food today?” she tries again when I don't answer her she knows I haven't eaten, so she gets up from her spot on the couch and makes her way into the kitchen

As Jessie enters the kitchen she does in fact see my pill sitting beside a empty glass of water, she sighs but knowing I easily got distracted

I sit and wait for her to come back, chewing on my nails and looking at the pile of books I've created

“Here, just a banana nothing to big” she returns holding a banana and starting to open it while sitting down again

I though sit silently watching her do what she's doing wondering how she can never get distracted like I do

“Princess.. You left your pill on the kitchen counter, I know you were running on a high wanting to clean the house but you need to make sure you're taking it and eating food” she says as she holds out the banana for me to grab

“Im sorry, I tried my best i was gonna take it but I just got distracted” I slowly take small bites from the food she's given me

“I know you try your hardest, but maybe I will start leaving a note on the fridge whenever I have to leave early so you remember what is needed to have a good day” she says as she's rubs my back not ever once looking away from me aswell

“Now, how about you finish up that banana and we put these books away together. I can make us a bigger snack to have while we watch movies for the rest of the day?” she looks at me

“How does that sound? Princess” I hand her my banana peel as she helps me stand up

“As long as we can cuddle and I pick the movies”

“Whatever you want love”

AHHH I SUCK AT WRITING ANYWAY THAT WAS MY FIRST FIC ☺️

If there are any tips and pointers for anything about my writing please let me know!