Aspd Stories

Bronx couldn't say he enjoyed Alto, Georgia. Sure, The Bronx was a shithole (yes, he's named after a county, shut the fuck up), but it was a shithole he was familiar with. And it actually had stuff to do, like the old arcade five minutes away from their old house. Or, you know, the entirety of New York Damn City. Sure, his family was broke as fuck, but it was cool to walk around. The only reason they had moved was for his kid sister, Brooklyn. His Aunt Queenie (named after Queens) had hunted down a renowned developmental pediatrician in Middle of Nowhere, Georgia. Most of his arguments had vanished at that; while he was happy (as happy as he was capable of being, at least), they had been looking for someone to help Brooklyn (in his family, it was just a recurring theme to hate your children enough to name them after landmarks). If you hadn't guessed already, he's not an honest guy. "Down on their luck" didn't fit, since they'd never had any luck to begin with. Aunt Queenie worked her ass off as a secretary at an entertainment agency in NYC, and while it paid well, this country was in shambles, and so was the pricing system. Had to tap your 401(k) to keep a roof over your head. His aunt knew what he did at night; she didn't like it, but she turned the other way when she saw the first stack of cash he dropped onto their old, rickety dining table. Though his dubious income helped them breathe a little, it didn't stop her worry from shifting from finances to her wayward nephew. His trashy (affectionate) aunt loved him, and he loved her, but Brooklyn was the light of his life; he would have ended up in a ditch long ago if they hadn't been waiting for him at home. The first week was fine; whatever, really. He got his info packet from Alto High School. His busmate was some girl named Ashlyn; there were two other new kids besides him, and he would start in three days. Mundane shit. He never could have guessed what would happen on that trip to Savannah.

"Live people ignore the strange and unsual, i myself am, strange and unsual." Human connections have always been... complicated. Ella Fairview never really understood why people cried when a dog died in a movie. It wasn't real. And even if it had been... it was still just a dog. She knew she was supposed to feel something. She just never did. The only people she's ever truly understood are alcoholics. Strange comparison, right? But when feeling anything at all is rare, you begin to understand why someone would spend their whole life chasing it. Now she's the newest profiler in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, surrounded by people whose job is to understand the darkest corners of the human mind. After all... Secrets don't stay buried forever. I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY CHARACTER OF THIS FIC EXCEPT ELLA AND CLAIRE FAIRVIEW

Avery I know I don't feel things the way other people do, it's like I'm empty and hollow on the inside, I mimic people's emotions, to pass off as normal. A family that came and went when I reached the age of 18. I barely remember my father and mother's face, when it's not through a phone screen. I have worked too hard to lose my place, and when I'm moved to London for a more permanent position for my law company. Leaving me in search of a new home designer and interior wise. That's when trouble hits my door. A redhead, with fiery green eyes and a bratty mouth who can't seem to keep it shut. Harper Monroe. My little menace. A pain in my fucking heart, if I had one. She fights me at every turn, makes crude jokes, tests me when she thinks I won't break. But then the thing with ice is, it doesn't always break, sometimes it melts. Harper I was trouble, loud, and sometimes though a lot of the time caught in the wrong crowd Mostly it ended up happening when I went to parties, trying to dull the void that sits in my heart now. I am in a constant battle of telling a lie and telling the truth, but the truth never seems to come to the surface, only the lies that I can only hold off on for so long. They think my family is rich like theirs, which isn't a complete lie, at least not until a year ago. They think my boyfriend makes me happy, but what they don't know is it's all a lie. But when a new job surfaces I can't afford to not take it. But that's when the job is to not only design a home and create it, but it's also to work alongside the customer. The cold woman whose eyes pass over me, but somehow when I watch her, she catches me watching her right back, and instead of looking away, she holds eye contact like she's intrigued before she catches herself. I tease her, I taunt her, I test her at every opportunity. I flirt and she snaps, I touch her and she snaps, but when it's the roles reversed. Well that's a different story entirely.

When pragmatic sociopath Fiosa Byrne meets her supposed soulmate in the mirror of her new condo, the line between romantic and platonic blurs completely as the two reluctantly protect each other from "detachment", the act of being wholly consumed by your disability. Contains: Body horror, abuse, sexual assault

I need a favor -SH Wrong person -JM Nope -SH I'm not one of your pets, Holmes -JM I know who you are, Moriarty -SH Roof of St. Barts, twenty minutes No weapons or your friends die -JM --- great minds think alike, though fools seldom differ --- a sheriarty fic set in no specific point of the chronology, cause i can do whatever i want, it's my story:) --- started: 29/04/21 ended: ongoing

Katrina Harrington didn't have the best start in life. Or a great center. Now, at the age of nineteen, she's diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder and in a permanent state of disarray. After moving around the United States, living in semi-permanence for three years, she began a Psychology degree at the University of New Orleans. She makes friends with a group whom she shares a therapy group with, but they all have their own problems and baggage that landed them there. Their lives gradually improve, until the fateful August 25th 2005 where Hurricane Katrina swept the city, leaving devastation it its' path. Discontinued

Seraph is in love with a sociopath. a sex crazed, obsessive, possessive sociopath. this is how it plays out. !!tw!! a lot of smut bondage abuse stalker behavior daddy issues

What happens when your mental illness becomes your greatest strength?

Warning: This book can be triggering to some individuals. This book will contain explicit material such as violence, rape, sensitive topics related to LGBTQIA+ experiences, neglect, child abuse, racism, homophobia.)

A collection of narrative poetry

A more educated version of an old series I wrote. You are looking in on a writer looking in on narrator looking in on a person with DID. Felicia is that person. So are several others. Conflict, guilt, confusion, and a lack of identity is completely ruining their life. Oh, and now they've all gotta have crushes!?

TH𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙸𝚄𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺. 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 "𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁" 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆. [Regulus's Journal after Sirius left.] {written by a Regulus kinnie.) Tw: Trauma issues, the black family being abusive piece of shits, Personality disorders?,mentions of suicide and death. (My english is really fucking bad. Please be nice and correct me in the comments. I'm German btw)

This may be upsetting for some readers. Don't like don't read. Please don't steal my work. Hope you enjoy!

꧁𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜! ꧂ 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑡𝑖-𝑆𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡? 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙, 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑆𝑃𝐷. 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑀𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒! 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 '𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ'. 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜! 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒! 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒! ♡︎

the therapist says its antisocial personality disorder. my friends say im becoming a psychopath. i say i dont care.

Every book has his own stereotypical setting with stereotypical characters. The one who is a popular, nice guy who is perfect in almost everything and is admired by the whole world. That is Harry Styles, a third year student. At first glance. Harry finds himself being interested in the beauty of art, but he fails badly at it. Through his struggle and failing he finds himself meeting an extraordinary human being, Louis Tomlinson, who's unable to do anything besides painting. And doesn't feel anything when he burns down his own house or kills his own feelings. Half a Sky Of Clouds is a story about sins, imperfections and going through layers that make people rare and different. A story with a simple cast and storytelling at first sign, but a much more complex look on life and society, especially cultural sins and church.

based on anti-social personality disorder

so·ci·o·path /ˈsōsēōˌpaTH/ noun a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and a lack of conscience. - They tend to asked so many times if I'm okay. I said yes, but the truth was not. I hide it with a fake smile and enthusiasm - a mask to be specific. What's the use of telling them though? My mask was fake as they were. Maybe if they're genuine and trustworthy enough, then maybe I'd give them a chance to enter my life. But they weren't, they always leave me alone in the dark. No wonder it was my sole reason as to why darkness became my one and only friend. They don't look at me with pity nor so ever called me crazy unlike them, and specially... her. "You said you'd never leave me because you need me." I glowered staring at those teary soft eyes boring into mine. A shiver traveled through my spine, and I held my breathe to control myself. Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks as she wiped it with her trembling fingers. "I-I did not. I was-" before she say more bullshit, I abruptly cut her off. "You lied." I spat. She balled her fist and clenched her sharp jaw. "I didn't! I stayed with you but you kept pushing me away! I loved you, and I needed you. Didn't you see that?!" Lies. Lies. Lies. I shook my head and painfully smiled. "No. You just said what you thought I wanted to hear. But you left, you broke your promise." Y/n G!P