Selfdestruction Stories

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They loathe each other. Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo have been locked in a deathmatch since day one. Sworn enemies, fated rivals, forever foes-or whatever they want to call it. It's only a matter of time before the tension snaps. This story contains mature themes such as drug use, self-harm, and smut. #1 in todobaku #1 in bakutodo #1 in shototodoroki #1 in bakugoxtodoroki #1 in todorokixbakugo #1 in selfdestruction

One Classification. One envelope. One million problems. Just two words will change your life forever. Alex knew what his was going to be. General Dom. Getting Caregiver would be the end of the world. High school was annoying enough, but taking care of a crying, disgusting, ear-shattering Little on top of that? Not a chance. Little does he know, what you want is never what you get. But damn it all. He was going to fight this Classification. No matter what. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB.

Everyone said Tom Riddle made people believe they could be extraordinary. No one ever asked what it cost. A story inspired by Sienna Spiro's song Pure.

Everyone says Y/n Stark is just like her father, but she's never been sure whether that's a compliment. At Midtown, life is easy. She has MJ, her best friend and fellow professional people-avoider, until two academic decathlon nerds named Peter and Ned somehow turn their duo into four. For once, Y/n has something that has nothing to do with Tony Stark. Then she finds out Peter is the intern. The same mysterious kid consuming more and more of her father's time. The kid Tony praises, worries about, and seems to have endless time for. Everything Y/n has spent her life trying to earn. So Y/n does what Starks do best when something hurts and she finds a way to make it hurt less. Then she disappears for five years. When she comes back, the world has moved on without her, and Y/n is about to discover that she inherited far more from Tony Stark than his name. Some habits are harder to break than others, and old ones die hard. starkdaughter!reader | mcu

Heart-wrenching, lyrical, and achingly intimate, Collapse Theory is a novel about addiction, grief, faith, and the quiet ways trauma teaches us to confuse survival with living. It is a story about first love, the unbearable cost of trying to save someone who cannot save themselves, and the long, uncertain journey of learning that healing is not the same as forgetting. Because sometimes the greatest tragedy isn't losing the person you love. It's surviving them. Disclaimer: AI was used for any photos/book covers included This book is emotionally mature and talks about real life struggles including addiction. Please take that into consideration. If you're having a hard time, don't fail to reach out! You are NOT alone!

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

~A young couple's fears manifest as they consider their notions amidst an unexpected event. ~Every page represents a minute. Each minute represents a month/new stage of pregnancy, and the potential thought process behind it. I really hope everybody likes it. I been trying to show my stories for so long and this is my first appear to the world. I want to write films. Show the world what i can do. if you liked and you think i can do even more i would appreciate some likes and a comment. ENJOY!!

I pulled away from him, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "Why are you doing this to me?" I choked out, my voice breaking against my own ribs. "Why won't you just leave me alone?" "Leave you alone?" His voice was soft, almost amused, but every syllable hit me like ice against bone. "I'm nowhere, Liza. I'm not in this room. I'm not in your world. I'm buried in your thoughts. Woven so tightly into your mind that you taste me every time you breathe." He tilted his head as he approached, eyes glinting. "Pathetic, isn't it? The way you cling to the memory of me. Look at you." His gaze dragged down my trembling hands, my crumpled posture. "So weak. So utterly miserable." "I hate you." My nails biting into my palms as I fought the tremor in my voice. "Hate me?" Adrian's mouth curved, but there was no real smile there-just something dark. "No, Liza. You don't. You can't." He came even closer, close enough that I could feel the phantom warmth of the man he used to be. "I broke you. I betrayed you. I shattered everything you trusted." He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper that scraped along my spine. "And yet here you are... still reaching for me." His eyes locked on mine-merciless, "Not for the nightmare I've become. Not for the ghost that haunts you. No. You still ache for the real me. The me you loved. The me you're still begging to come back."

Riley's guaranteed to be a Caregiver, but what Little would want a Caregiver that has no time for them? None, of course. So, what does Riley do to solve that? Lie and pretend to be a Neutral, a new upcoming Classification open to all those who don't lean into any of the standard ones. However, when her Caregiver side gets out of control, and she starts to get judged for her decision, would there still be a chance to turn around? Or, will she be stuck where she is due to the consequences of her actions? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This can be read as a stand-alone even though it's a sequel to I'll Never Be Little. There will only be spoilers for the first book. However, if you've never read a Classification-style book before, I suggest you read I'll Never Be Little first. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB.

Kane Regiment has some life problems to work out and his fiancé Jennifer Newman just wants to be supportive of him when she worries about his dreams and by what he tells her, she gets even more scared and recommends her dad John Newman who is a profound phycologists and thinks less of Kane and thinks his daughter can do better despite her affections for Kane. She wants Kane normal in time for the wedding at the end of the year.

The weight of Hell still lingers, and Dean Winchester is determined to return to the darkness he believes he deserves. Despite the desperate efforts of his brother Sam and their closest allies, Dean's inner demons continue to haunt him, driving him toward a path of self-destruction. As Dean struggles to reconcile his past, the voices in his head grow louder, pushing him to seek the solace he believes only Hell can offer. Written from Sam's perspective, Echoes of Hell delves into the torment of watching a loved one spiral into despair. Sam is faced with an impossible choice: how far will he go to save Dean from himself? The brothers' bond will be tested like never before, as Sam fights to keep Dean from making the ultimate sacrifice-returning to the very place that broke him. But as Dean's determination grows, Sam must confront the echoes of his own fears and regrets, realizing that saving his brother might cost him everything. With time running out, can Sam pull Dean back from the edge, or will the darkness finally claim him? The fight for Dean's soul is far from over, and the road ahead is darker than ever.

a poetry book im working on about the struggles of life and just growing up and shit

Poem about social media usage...

Just a bunch of decently written poems. Yeet

snippets of a relationship. solo requiem ©diorhyu 2024

After being denied her place as heiress, Karen Billotte finds solace by Junko Enoshima's side. However, when Karen meets the Ultimate Lucky student, Nagito Komaeda, her image of Enoshima begins to shift. Now stuck between her best friend and love interest, what path will Karen choose? Hope or Despair? Cover art designed by me

So this is the first draft of my story that will probably make very little sense in some aspects. I write this draft as it comes to my head, and haven't edited much, so anything that confuses you will be fixed in later drafts. If you have any questions, please ask them, I will do my best to answer what I can.

"From where I was standing, it looked like she was staring off into blank space. As I neared the room, whose door was ajar, I saw something worse." This is a short drabble inspired by Hiroto and Midorikawa from Inazuma Eleven. You don't need to know who they are to understand the story, though.

Sometimes there's just two sides to honesty.