ADHD at night: I could write a book. I could get my Master’s Degree. I could go to the club and come home with 12 new friends. I could get a job at that club and meet the mother of my children. I could cure every disease and use my wealth to bring world peace.
ADHD during the day: Fold laundry too hard :( Come back next week
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
It’s actually like not a one-shot, has a few chapters
Where yoongi and reader are at the beggining of relationship but reader thinks He just runs to her when He wants sex, doesnt believe He actually likes her and she gets sad and confronts him
He gets upset when she tells him that , like He couldnt believe she thught He would be like that with her and the argue but in the next episodes they work it out
Summary: you’re far too in your head and yoongi is having absolutely none of it.
Genre: fluff, slice of life
Pairing: yoongi x non-gendered reader
Word count: 500~ words
Author’s Note: I’m having a bit of a rough mental health day and this sort of popped into my head. I couldn’t not write it. Figured I’d post it just in case it’ll help someone else who’s having a rough day. And since Tumblr has yet to resolve the issue with me not appearing on search/tag pages, I’m not bothering to tag this with anything. Hope everyone that sees enjoys! 💜
You sigh as you curl up closer to Yoongi, his fingers running languidly through your hair as your head sits in his lap.
“Everything is so…pointless.”
He hums, letting out a quiet murmur of agreement.
Your frown deepens as you look up at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be reassuring me it’s not?”
His hand pauses, resting gently against your scalp as he quirks an eyebrow at you. “Is that what you need to hear from me right now? You want me to lie?”
You purse your lips in a scowl and he snorts, blunt fingernails continuing their drag through your hair.
“Everything is pointless,” he agrees with a gentle nod. “But isn’t that kind of freeing?”
You sit up, dislodging his hand and accidentally elbowing him in the gut. You grit your teeth in silent apology before blinking at him. “How so?”
He rubs at his stomach with a frown before waving a hand in the air. “Think about it. If none of this actually has a point — if none of it truly matters, you’re not tied down to anything. It doesn’t matter if you mess up or start going in a different direction. It doesn’t have a point or any repercussions. There is no right or wrong way. It just…is what it is.”
You scrunch your nose and purse your lips, allowing yourself to really think over what he said. You guess you get what he’s saying, it can be kind of freeing, but…you sigh. “I don’t know, I guess I’d just like to believe what I say or do plays a part in something. That my life isn’t just…pointless. I want to matter, you know?”
He narrows his eyes at you before bopping you on the nose with his finger, barely containing a laugh when you flinch back. “Stop that! I meant everything outside of you is pointless, not you—“
“But the things I say and do are an extension of me. If those are pointless, then surely I, myself, have no meaning—“
He growls and, suddenly, you’re squealing as you’re being tackled into the couch. His arms wrap around your head in a chokehold and he chuckles as you squirm. “What is wrong with you tonight? Why are you suddenly so worried about what everything means?”
You shrug, highly aware of your mussed-up hair. “I guess I’m just wondering what my purpose is.”
He hums, settling into the couch and shifting to pull you down against his chest, arms loosening to rest on your shoulders. “There’s a secret to that one.”
You tilt your head back against his shoulder and glance up at him. “A secret?”
He nods sagely. “A very important secret.”
Your lips twitch as he snuggles in close. “Tell me.”
He chuckles, breath tickling your ear as he leans in and lowers his voice to a whisper. “You get to decide.”
You shiver, peeking at him with a poorly-suppressed, amused smile. “I do?”
He hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You do…and wanna know something else?”
“What?” you murmur, trying to hold back a laugh at his conspiratorial tone.
He holds you a bit tighter. “You can change your mind at any time.”
And that, you think, is the most freeing part of all.
