Unhealthycoping Stories

A fic about how Izuku struggles with the topic of self harm, Bakugou made him promise and forbidden him from going back to self harm. But it was unused, Izuku is only good for unused promises he believes. Trigger warning for self harm, self harm tendencies, abusive trauma, suicide baiting, suicidal thoughts and tendencies, and major descriptive self harm.

Nagi doesn't care that he got eliminated, why would he? Ego stated it, Nagi's reason and effort for soccer is watered down and gone. He's not enough to be accepted in Blue Lock. But he doesn't care, his passion is ripped from his heart and placed his Reo's palms, even when he yells in agony. Nagi doesn't care. Blue Lock was a chapter in his life that was fun, but now it's gone. He tells himself it doesn't matter, that he doesn't care, then why does it sting so much? Mature for complicated concepts

the tragic story of drg!guapoduo, drg!cellbit learns how cruel impermanence can be. title from saturn by sleeping at last! :D originally posted on ao3 by me (LoreSinfA) + cover art by hero_dzn on twitter! :D THIS IS APART OF A ROLEPLAY WITH ME AND A FRIEND!!!!

Dick Grayson takes a night off and drinks to get away from everything.

oneshots dedicated to our favourite selfless spidey, peter benjamin parker will include Irondad, Avengers being good bros, Pepper being badass, and peter being a mess this story is also on ao3 (username is the same, title is different)

It has been three months since Ash's death. Three months since Eiji moved to Japan. Three months since Eiji lost his best friend. Eiji has been trying to get over Ash's death. Trying to move on, but with no luck. Everything reminds him of Ash and brings up old memories . His therapist recomends writing what he would say to Ash down, in attempt to move on... Here is his letter. *Trigger Warning* This story contains dak themes. *Disclaimer* I own nothing except for the plot. The characters belong to Akimi Yoshida and the art belongs to various creators.

A life changing event spins and spuns Marina's life out of wack, leaving her with a love for too much booze and red tipped cigarettes. Who could've known things would've turned out this way? Not she, not she. **cross posted on ao3**

A story where Shinsou's past influences his present in greater ways than he thought and he uses the only ways he knows how to cope, but maybe, just maybe, someone else can help him through this and show him he's not alone. https://www.pinterest.com/pin/372884044143471085/ All Credit to the original artist for the cover!

uh idk

Lotus dies and Rurik struggles to cope. (No Cover yet.)

In passing he thought of the danger of second- hand smoking, maybe he did get something from middle school. Opening the door he slightly peered his head out, not wanting to be seen spying. He looked around before his eyes landed on a tuft of spiky blond hair. Bakugo was wearing black sweatpants, they were loose around his waist giving his muscles no definition, he was shirtless too, his hardened torso on full display. But Kirishima saw more than anything his hand was holding a small cylinder smoking at one end. TW: mentions of useless, depression, smoking

Lilia knew that Silver wouldn't last as long as he would, but he wasn't prepared for the day he would actually pass on. quick oneshot i wrote at 3am uhh diafam angst 🥹❤️‍🩹 cover not mine, original story and characters by yana toboso

cross posted from Ao3 because someone requested it! warning: very mature themes/content For something new to grow, something else has to die. But the three of them-Ochako, Katsuki, and Izuku-almost seem content to live in what's already rotten. They've been through hell and came back wanting more. Call it grief. Call it need. Call it love-if you want to lie about it. Whatever it is, it festers. It bleeds slow. It bites back. They don't want to move on. They're digging in. It's a three-car pileup. And they keep crashing back into each other, teeth first. (Aka where they fall apart, around, and into each other-until there's nothing left but the mess they made.)