#adhd lance

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

These Walls Have Ears by notverystraight

Before Lance’s friends arrive at his apartment for their weekly movie night, Keith is in Hunk’s car on the phone to Lance, trying to explain why they’re late, again. Mid conversation, Keith drops his phone under the seat. Assuming Lance has hung up, Pidge and Hunk start pestering Keith about certain feelings that he may be harboring, leading to some quite personal confessions. Little do they know, Lance has not hung up, and is listening in on every word. Shenanigans ensue.

the second best part of this fic is how sweet and funny this is. this fic is blushy and silly and dorky and so so so!!! it is just fun and garrison trio my love. the BEST part of this fic is lance knowing hes hot shit

2. That Won't Last, He's Gay and She's An Alien by notverystraight

Lance didn’t know what he’d expected to see when he came onto the Garrison’s training deck, but it definitely wasn’t this. Keith was panting with exertion, pinning someone to the ground with the edge of his training sword just brushing their neck. And by someone, Lance meant Acxa, one of Lotor’s old half-Galra generals. Or, Lance walks in on Keith and Acxa sparring. He has not-so-mixed feelings about it.

usually every jealousy trope fic i read induces the PHATTEST eye roll literally of all time but this one made me laugh lol. its just such a ridiculous concept and its fun basically. also krolia lowkey being a thot is hilarious

3. Go the Distance by orphan_account [EXPLICIT]

Keith is a sprinter, Lance runs long distance. Despite not competing against each other directly and despite the fact that they're training to bring glory to the same high school track team, the two end up becoming rivals who are wholeheartedly committed to victory. Along the way, however, they find themselves awfully sidetracked by the other's inspiring legs--er, skills. Much fluff and smut and no angst.

bro lance is SUCH a goober 😭😭 he gets himself into the most embarrassing situations and there is truly no one he can blame but himself. honestly this one is such a fun read and if the explicit warning bothers you, it's not the whole fic! you can easily skip it. the rivalry and getting together is just as fun and stupid as you'd expect from them truly

4. Haunted House Hang-Up by Creatortan

Keith runs a paranormal investigation YouTube channel with his friend, Pidge. Pidge is friends with Hunk, who is friends with Lance, who is very, very haunted. And also, very, very pretty.

oh my LORD i love this. nd team? check. supernatural fuckery? check. cute flowery lance? check. dorky suave keith? check. side of hot firefighter shiro? check. just an 11/10 in general top notch

5. Rambling by Creatortan

Lance was a talkative person, and he thought he had accepted that.

no seriously bc the Can't Shut Up Syndrome is the Worst side effect of adhd and other nd's tbh. i hate the way you're excited and you can feel yourself start to build and trip over your words but it doesn't matter bc it's so background! there's so much cool shit ur sharing!! and then you see the eyeroll or the shrug and it just comes crashing back on you so so quickly and hard and. god. this fic captured that so well

Vs

Pidge who is definitely on ADHD meds cause I mean she fucking broke in and is under a false identity anyway so you know one other thing to lie about and just hides her meds with her tech while she's going there, cause frankly she's not exactly planning to be there a long time she's just there to investigate the Garrison and find out what happened to her family members

Both getting to space and having their own problems (Pidge suddenly having a lack of meds and trying to trick Coran into making a dupe and Lance who's routine is now faltering on account of being in space and a slightly different time shift and his symptoms worsening from the new stressor but is refusing to consider medication cause he believes coran and allura will have a similar policy in place) and really trying to sneak around about it for a good episode

With the resolution being that Coran absolutely knows what ADHD is cause Alteans actually have something similar and he has it and is well aware Pidge and Lance are struggling a bit and has been trying to have like an actual convo about it with them so he can sort something out for them but they keep pretending they're busy so he's having a hard time pinning them down for that talk

Lance bites his nails. A lot. Pidge bought him a giant box of chewy jewelry to get him to stop.

There’s just a comforting weight about the glasses on Pidge’s face. She’s started to feel exposed without them.

She doesn’t sit in Lance’s lap, per se, but she curls up tight against him and nuzzles him like a cat until he cuddles her.

Lance has caressed her cheek before and she hates it. The light touches drive Pidge mad.

They once spent 36 straight hours hyperfocused on a video game.

Lance’s back massages are. The. BEST! Hello, deep pressure, Pidge is in stimmy heaven.

The noise that clocks usually make, though not this one. This clock was the generic clock that every classroom in the school had in the corner. A silent clock with a standardized, minimalist design. Lance imagined that it made noises as it spun.

Why is Lance focused so much on a clock? He doesn't know. One thing he does know is that he's ahead on classwork in this class and that means that the teacher couldn't care less with what Lance does as long as it isn't loud.

So he drifted off, lost in thought as he stared at that clock from his seat in the far back. While he did so, he twirled a pencil in his hands. Suddenly, the sensation of the pencil slipping out of his grasp. He'd accidentally flung the damn pencil all the way across the room.

Click clack, click clack

The sound of black leather boots moving across the vinal tiles. Very pretty things, they would be if they weren't so worn. You can tell that they're loved. The soles were tall. Combat boots.

The combat boots were owned by a secretly scrawny, pale boy who sat in the very front. He wore loose ripped jeans with chains hanging down from the belt loops and an oversized MCR hoodie which, like the boots, looked well loved. As Lance's eyes wandered higher up the boy's figure, he couldn't help but notice that the boy's dark black hair was tied up in a small ponytail.

Lance tried to focus really hard on memorizing what the boy looked like, knowing full well that he would remember the boy's features anyway. He never does. His brain's just messed up like that.

Lance got a little distracted again. It's not his fault. It's just the clacking of the boy's boots. They're a little too loud. It's not like he needs to be doing something anyway. It's fine.

The cold sensation of his pencil's eraser being pressed against his face. He looked up to find the boy holding said pencil to his face.

"Hey, you uh- you dropped your pencil."

"O-oh. Than- thanks. Uhh Keith, right?"

"Y-yeah."

Lance was definitely a bit frazzled. Maybe Keith's boots wouldn't be the only thing about Keith that would be distracting him next time.

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“Everyone give us the room, I need to talk to Lance.” Allura looks happy about this, Keith almost relived and Pidge and Hunk look a bit nervous, worried their friend is going to get yelled at. Lance himself looks like he’s already been yelled at, looking at Shiro with wide eyes and chewing his lip. Allura goes to say something, probably about how she thinks it’s good he will talk to him about his behaviour or that she thinks the team should all hear but he cuts her off, “I won’t ask again. The room, please.” She looks taken aback and sulks as she leaves with the others.