Adhd Stories

A The Rookie fanfic Tim Bradford x daughter oc Josephine (Phin) Bradford is the 15 year old neurodivergent daughter of Tim Bradford. She's navigating the world, causing trouble, questioning her sexuality and annoying the mid-Wiltshire station.

Noah lives for volleyball-the echo of sneakers on polished floors, the rhythm of passes, the rare moments when everything clicks. But behind his steady presence on the court is a storm he refuses to let anyone see. Diagnosed with ADHD and anxiety he can't afford to treat, Noah pushes himself harder than anyone else, determined to prove he belongs without sympathy or explanations. As regionals approach and pressure tightens, one teammate starts paying closer attention-the kind of attention that feels dangerous when you're trying to stay invisible. Stolen glances during drills, hands brushing when they scramble for the same ball, quiet conversations in empty hallways... and feelings Noah isn't ready to name. Balancing competition, secrecy, and a growing attraction he never planned for, Noah must decide how much of himself he's willing to keep hidden-on and off the court. Between the Lines is a boys' love sports story about mental health, slow-burn connection, and finding someone who sees you even when you're trying not to be seen.

BOOK 2 Wyatt has spent most of his life holding everything together-his younger sister, his home, his own fragile emotions. Life taught him early that people can leave, and that sometimes the safest place is the one you create yourself. Enter Liam Carter: loud, impulsive, endlessly moving, and the last person Wyatt thinks he could ever get along with. When a school project pairs them together, old grudges and first impressions collide, forcing Wyatt to navigate messy emotions, sudden laughter, and unexpected connection. Liam doesn't see the careful structure behind Wyatt's calm, and Wyatt doesn't see the soft, unguarded parts Liam keeps hidden. As they spend more time together, boundaries blur, walls crumble, and both boys discover the uncomfortable, thrilling truth: maybe people aren't meant to be predictable-and maybe love doesn't come in neat lines.

*New Chapter on Friday* Lily has spent eighteen years playing the "safe" little sister, tucked away in the shadows of her brother and his dangerously bossy best friend, Jacob. While Lily plays it cool, her unfiltered inner voice, Liby, is busy cataloging every lingering stare and charged silence that proves they are anything but platonic. When the boundaries of childhood finally crumble, the secrets hidden in a leather-bound notebook and the heat of a single night change the rules of the game forever. Now, Lily must choose between the comfort of the past and a high-stakes future where all she wants-finally-is to be seen.

(Contains a lot of ironstrange) I don't ship my OC with anyone so far. No cringe guaranteed. A lot of innocent fluff and gayness, and one heavily traumatised child. GO PRACTICE YOUR INSTRUMENT BERORE READING

A collection of short stories and one-shots I randomly come up with. Only includes gay ships that I actually ship: -Solangelo -Malconnor -Valgrace -Hermapollo -Yazan x Deion (currently there isn't an official ship name) DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Rick Riordan (Uncle Rick), author of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, as well as others.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐚 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝑨 25 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝑨 27 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒚𝒆𝒓. Once, they were just schoolmates-Venba's secret crush and her untouchable senior. Now, fate brings them together again in her father's courtroom, where Anandh is assigned to mentor her. But between law books, arguments, and late-night tutoring sessions, rules start to blur. She wants her father's appreciation. He wants distance. But destiny wants them together. And in love, even the sharpest lawyer can lose his case.

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 [EDITING] 𝙰𝚜𝚑 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎? {ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ, ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴄ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴀɴᴀ ᴛᴏʙᴏꜱᴏ} |ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴍᴀɴ ᴄʀʏʙᴀʙʏ| Record reads: 23k Status: 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨 ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᵐʸ ᵇⁱᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ -𝙎𝙀𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙇/𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎𝙓𝘼𝘿𝙐𝙇𝙏 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎, 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙎, 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙎, 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏- Creds cover : https://pin.it/6Z77cJ1 ©ohshititsciel, do not use, feed to ai, repost or change my works without my permission.

I don't own Bluey and this a fanfic

Tren Pickward solves disappearances the same way he runs triage: quiet, precise, and without wasting motion-because mistakes get people killed. He also carries two inherited abilities-Parallax for patterns and Stasis for stolen fractions of time-and he keeps them buried for a reason. When a string of vanishing cases leads to illegal tunnels, unmarked crates, and surveillance feeds that don't belong to any city map, the town's "quiet" starts to feel engineered. Ivy Glenstra is the only partner who can match his pace-and the only one who notices when his secrets start showing up in the field. The deeper they dig, the clearer it gets: someone is moving people like inventory, and a figure known as the Architect is building something that reaches far beyond their jurisdiction-and too close to Tren's bloodline.

Life is full of changes, we all know that, right? Although we see this as something very easy to deal with, for others... This is not always the case. Thus begins the story of Serena Marshall, a 12-year-old girl who has to adapt to a new life after moving to a new city. Now forced to deal with a complicated, unfamiliar and unpredictable environment for her, Serena knows that her first year at that new school won't be easy; so she will have to adjust, find her place and, above all, face one of the most difficult and important challenges of her life: Make friends.

"When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them you're inviting a person into your life." - Maya Angelou Growing up, Y/n never had much consistency in his life, except cooking and baking. It caught his attention, it was fun, but he never expected it would help him catch a certain volleyball player's heart.

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.

This will be a small book about me being an alterhuman, a part of LGBTQIA+, and having Neurodivergencies! just some of my experiences, problems, funny stories, facts, and clearing up some misinformation about us. I hope you like it :3 (Anyone can read this. It doesn't matter if you aren't any of these things! Its ok to learn and support! I will not tolerate any hate but if you have respectful questions I will try my best to answer)

an original story by r4in3_wh1sp3rs Charlie Parker Mendoza was only twelve years old when his imagination began to shape the course of his life. Born with a restless curiosity and a heart full of ambition, Charlie dreamed not of fame or fortune, but of connection. His vision was simple yet profound: to bring people together-across boundaries of gender, age, and ethnicity-through the stories he crafted. These stories, though born from the mind of a child, carried the weight of universal truths and the spark of human experience. What set Charlie apart was not just his talent, but his conviction. He believed that words could heal divisions, inspire empathy, and remind us of our shared humanity. And while his journey is fictional, the struggles and triumphs he faced mirror those of countless dreamers who dare to believe in something greater than themselves. This is the story of how a boy with big dreams grew into one of the most celebrated authors of his time-a journey marked by resilience, creativity, and an unshakable belief in the power of storytelling. Join me as we share with him, a hyperactive's view on life.

Alora Sommers has always felt like a glitch in the matrix. Being a seventeen year old girl with ADHD, and a wildly overactive imagination, fitting in is a challenge. Especially with the recurring dreams she's had with Malakai-a spy for the oneiroi her best friend Ellen claims-since she was a little girl. Her gay indigo haired best dream friend. Little does she know, he isn't just a figment of her imagination. And, he has a haughty twin brother who owns a chaotic sparkly squirrel. Is a dream jerk... she just might fall for. ~Hello! Just so you wattpad-ers know- I am not going to be back writing on here for a while because I just realized my own ADHD won't allow me to write linearly and good at the same time! So, I will probably be back to post more once I am further along in my novel and have all the polished chapters I need to feel comfortable sharing my work. Sorry to all of you who have read my first chapters and want more, but it will take a little while for me to be back on the grid with a no longer buffering brain!~

"It's year 1982," scribbling sounds can be heard from behind the curtains along side the bed frame, "Founding Farmers of International Security developed a nuclear, war resistant ship to protect its inhabitants and later fund scientific research on oceanic protection programs. However, the International Beacon of Ocean Conservation team that we have assigned are going to face many trials beginning that year..." There's hesitation in that soft voice as he relayed the message. "It's so hard to sleep nowadays. With these images roaming in my head." They pinch the bridge of their eyebrows. "Write a note. I have something..." The other standing voice perks up, "What will it be, sir?" The pen touches the paper. "In some nights it will feel endless, that when you reach the end, you will realize that there is no turning back. So do not be nocturnal, Octonauts." "Pacific Coast, 8:34 pm "Why did we ever agree to this?" Dashi pulls out a knife from her pouch and cracks the screen, she positions herself and with a small grunt shoves her foot into the glass, as the shards drift across the tipsy halls. She pulls out the emergency tool box and swims her way to a nearby exit. As much as Dashi wanted to complain about the weight of the emergency tool box that Tweak had supplied, she knew she had to talk to her about it later." *; . +: * . .

One moment, she was sprawled on her couch, snacks scattered around her, watching Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. The next, she's in Hell itself-chubby, chaotic, and buzzing with restless energy, struggling to focus in a city of fire, chaos, and demons who shouldn't care... but do. In a world where every territory is claimed and every glance carries weight, she becomes the center of attention no one asked for-but everyone wants. Charlie and Vaggie hover protectively, Angel Dust and Husk study her like a rare prize, and the powers of Pentagram City watch, wait, and scheme from afar. Safe is relative. Freedom is an illusion. And in Hell, being noticed can be as dangerous as being wanted. She's just human-fidgety, easily distracted, full of quirks, and utterly herself-and they're not. And they'll do anything to make sure she belongs. A yandere-fueled, slow-burn descent into obsession, chaos, and the blurred lines between protection and possession. All right of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss belong to its rightful creator I only own my character.

I made this to prove a friend wrong, however I still think that it'll be a good story. it's a high school au of the six characters we all know and love. there'll be useless drama and bisexual panic and the whole lot. // also posted on ao3

"No puedes, no puedes, no puedes" Izuku ha escuchado eso todos los días de parte de todos, desde sus compañeros de clase, hasta su antiguo amigo, sus maestros, e incluso su propia madre. pero todos aprenderán algo, la definición del espíritu humano y nuestro absoluto rencor cuando la gente nos dice que no podemos. Izuku Midoriya va a convertir el no puedo en un si puedo