Suicidalideation Stories

Dream was of course strong. In both combat and intelligence. Dream was known as the puppet master of the server after all. He'd manipulated every single person around him, playing with them like toys. Killing anyone that got in his way, if using them proved no longer useful. Despite that however. Despite his physical and mental strengths. He felt like he'd been torn down. Stripped of every piece of himself that made him who he used to be. (Collection of oneshots exploring Dream's PTSD and psychological trauma after his escape from the prison. Heed the tag warnings.)

"It's funny. The day you lose someone isn't the worst - at least you've got something to do. It's all the days they stay dead." -12 Just a little fic I wrote about 10, after he lost Rose at Canary Wharf and Bad Wolf Bay. Shit gets pretty dark. I've never written an OC, so bear with me.

When Phil "died," Clint was heartbroken. He blamed himself for Phil's death and for never telling him that he loved him. He spiraled into depression. Then Natasha found out what Fury had been hiding for the past year. CW: Description of depression and suicidal ideation.

This story is about a girl who is struggling to find a place for herself after attempting suicide.

This is my story I'm also posting on my ao3 account. Tommy has had enough of struggling, and he can't do it anymore. It's the only thing he thinks can make him feel better. (image found on Picuki)

Cover art by Sadist Suicidal thoughts starring our lovely boy Tommyinnit. 19/5/21- #2 in suicidalideation

This is a story dedicated to my childhood and the changes that have happened throughout it. Enjoy.

This is a story about something that happened to me. This is a very sad gruesome story and has a lot of triggers. This also has the affects of what happened and what it has done to me mentally and physically. This is more for myself then for anyone else. I'm sorry if you don't like it but if you don't like it then don't read it. This is all true things that happened, none of it is over exaggerated nor made up. I put this under the horror genre because it truly is a horrible story. I warned you.

A diary, of sorts, of my innermost thoughts. Warning, some poems may be triggering to read.

An Unlikely bond is formed between a depressed and homeless Kayoka and a beautiful yet lonely Momo when the two meet at Zen's Boba Palace, little did they know they had an entire future already painted for them. Will they admire that future together or will it go down in flames?...

On October nineteenth, Dalia's older sister, Olivia, committed suicide. As Dalia and her family are left to handle funeral arrangements, Dalia can't help but feel guilty. After all, *she* had been the one to push her sister over the edge. Will Dalia be able to forgive herself and heal from this hurt, or will she possibly suffer the same fate as her sister? --- All of these characters belong to me!

Papyrus is feeling down. He has been for a lot of his life, really. But how can he say anything? He's built himself up as "THE GREAT PAPYRUS" and god knows THE GREAT PAPYRUS never feels scared. Or worthless. Of angry. Or depressed. He's Papyrus, and Papyrus has to maintain what makes him him without worrying the others he cares about. Alphys is a wreck. Her past constantly haunts her, her anxieties filling her with great worry each day. They weight her down like metal balls strapped to her ankles. She was a monster, in more ways then one. When these two collide one night, what was once kept well sewn together begins to tear and unravel, changing their lives for better, or for worse.

The snap heard 'round the world. Bakugou Katsuki travels to New York in search of some closure to the fact that his idols were responsible for his mother's death because they couldn't stop Thanos. Pic isnt mine(gotten off of google) but the cover was made by me in desygner

‼️ READ TW BEFORE PROCEEDING And thus I close my eyes once more. Drip, drip, it flows. As I lay there and I've died a death, that'll never be selfless. ⚠️ Trigger warning: ⚠️ Description of bleeding to death, suicidal ideation (ish), blood, romanticising death oh what listening to lana del rey at 1 am does to a girl If you find other things worth mentioning here do say and they will be added. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Do not read if you are not in the right headspace. Do take care. If you're reading this, then you're going to be okay someday. Your time to thrive will come <3 Much love.

Harry Potter; the boy who lived. Ironic really, when he really wanted to do anything but live. After spending the summer after his 5th year alone, encapsulated by his own grief from losing his Godfather, Harry ventures out around Surrey after getting sick of the Dursleys' constant mistreatment of him. One train ride later he meets a boy who flips his entire world around. With his summer finally over, and the 'summer fling' thrown under the rug, trying to forget it ever happened, Harry begins to take a particular interest in one boy specifically. And it just so happens to be Draco Malfoy. TW- themes of self harm, child abuse, internalised homophobia, drug use and sexual assault. Please mind the tags!

This story is a short novel that is based on me, called KYS, it talks about depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation, etc.

a fic i started on ao3. I havent updated in months. lowkey forgot about it for a while, but im hoping that crossposting it here will make me want to continue it bc ive been debating abandoning it. Im @The_crzy_crnbrry on Ao3. This is MY fic, I am allowed to repost it. Not you&lt;3 this will trigger people. trigger warnings: Self harm, suicidal ideation/attempts, recreation marijuana usage, general anxiety, descriptions on panic attacks/PTSD/in depth self deprecation don't read if you are sensitive to these subjects. New tags may be added or taken, this is still in the works, and I have no clue where I'm going with this. Also I plan on posting this to my tumblr idk when tho lolol) Also not entirely familiar with dead dove do not eat but Google said it means a way to tell readers to take tas srsly, I took it literally bc I'm #autistic lol Also, I'm shitty at remembering to write and have motivation so don't expect frequent updates. Not abandoned, I promise. I will tell you if I do, so if I haven't it isnt "I've always been the happy one. I try my best to be positive, and see through the gnawing gaps of despair caused by the aftermath of what happened, but fuck if it isn't hard. I truly try to be as happy as I was when I was younger. But it seems like ever since Mayhem (I love him, truly I do) came about, everythings gone downhill. Time continues to pass me by and no matter what I do it's never enough. I'm not enough. " A/N: I just realised i never told yall the hc im using for this lmfao- Raph: Transfem (she/they) sapphic asexual leo: transmasc (he/Him) bisexual Donnie: agender (They/it) biromantic demisexual Mikey: genderfluid (he/she/they) panromantic greysexual and mayyybbbeee poly (?????) and before yall go like bUt iF mIkEyS hAvInG sEx FoR dRuGs hE cAnT bE aCe SpEc- Shut up. shut tf up i dont give a fuck. theres such thing as using sex as a form of self harm, and you will see how this is prevelent later. suck my big fat wang.

Looey had been suffering in silence for a while now. His poor mental state negatively effecting his ability to perform as usual. His handler, however seizes a chance to try something new while the star of the show, Yatta comes down with a stomach bug, leaving Looey to replace his friend in the act. Could he find his worth by trying something new? Or will he mess everything up again as he usually does?

After the war, Harry Potter survives-but he doesn't recover. Haunted by the ghosts of everyone he couldn't save, drowning in survivor's guilt, and rejected by a world eager to move on, he begins to descend into a silent and isolating madness. At first, the voice in his head feels like his own thoughts turned cruel, but it slowly grows louder, more distinct... more seductive. This one-shot chronicles Harry's psychological deterioration as the lingering remnants of Lord Voldemort take root in his mind. The voice becomes his only solace, distorting his memories, rewriting his pain, until it offers him one final, dark refuge. In a story of manipulation, trauma, and surrender, Harry finds peace not in healing-but in complete surrender to the darkness that once tried to destroy him. This is not a love story. This is a tragedy disguised as comfort. This is where Harry stops being the Boy Who Lived.

Written during my experiences in hospital programs for mental health issues Some things might be triggering