Itgetsworsebeforeitgetsbetter Stories

In a building that is none but hell-bent to break the spirits of all that come near it, is someone whose spirit has been broken not even a month after their 5th birthday. However, they meet someone- someone whose spirit is still intact, a someone who's willing to give up their own spirit.

Not much had changed since Monroe's hunters invaded Beacon Hills. Theo tried integrating himself into the McCall pack over the last few years, but had little luck. The Nemeton was seemingly done attracting massive threats to the supernatural world, leaving life to return to what Theo guessed was supposed to be normal, complete with Liam going off to college. Unfortunately, as the puppy pack has finally come hom, a new group of hunters has moved in on Beacon Hills. They've learned from Monroe and spent years creating a new type of weapon that transcends boundaries no one could have predicted. Not even Stiles. Theo will be pushed to his limits as he struggles to rein in his animals, which only he and Mason know he's slowly losing control of, while he tries to work side-by-side with the pack to save Liam (and Scott).

Let me tell you a story. A story of two men. A story about time. A story of how an endless passage of events would shape, test and undo their very beginnings and in the end? Time in its senseless march would carve these men out and erase them; for time is beyond human, not bound by emotion, but led by what comes next. After all, time is quite selfish, don't you agree? AKA A story about a pair of detectives with powers related to time, solving cases and crimes. will have some crack but mostly serious

Un joven que encuentra una novela al despertar en el hospital.

Stan couldn't explain it if he tried. All he knew was that one minute he was alive- heart beating, blood pumping, the whole shebang- and the next he was dead- No pulse, see-through, lying in the middle of a forest clearing. He couldn't remember much, but he was pretty sure he'd been in New Mexico last he'd checked. To make things even stranger, there was a sort of tug in his chest like something was trying to guide him somewhere... - Meanwhile, Ford tries sending a postcard to his brother, who he hasn't seen in 10 years, but it doesn't work out. How will he contact Stan now? He has no idea, but he'll need to figure something out before it's too late.

AlbeCale/AlCale five-part-plus-one ff (if I feel like it I might add a bit more but not yet cuz idk what I'm doing really) 1st Part: Alver's POV - "When Loving Hurts..." 2nd Part: Cale's POV - "...Because You're Afraid Of Falling In Love" 3rd Part: The Aftermath - "The Way My Heart Aches For You..." 4th Part: The Problem - "...Is Something That I Need" 5th Part: The Resolution - "We May Not Always See Eye-to-Eye..." Extra: Future Time Skip - "...But You Are Who I Want To Be With"

A beginning, A middle, and an end. All stories have that in common. Alice feels like she landed right in the middle. With no understanding of how this happened, or what to do, will she be able to navigate a world that many hold dear to their hearts. Or will she crumble with the responsibility of what she holds. --------------------------- This is a OC transmigrating into the world of Harry Potter. I will continue to post on Wattpad as I create this story, but be wary as I update very slowly. I hope you all enjoy. Gi

Midoriya Izuku has always been strong when it came to Kacchan's words. She had never let it affect her. That is until he told her to jump off the roof. That got her thinking... would life really be better off for everyone if she did? This story follows a depressed Izuku and her struggles to fix the damage a certain blond had done to her. And maybe heal their relationship along the way.

Marie has been having nightmares. She wants to tell Callie but she doesn't want her to worry about her. When Marie finally says something, Callie says she's been having similar nightmares! She also reveals a slightly worse secret too. This fic also has a referenced/implied ship that some Splatoon fans might catch *wink,wink *this is my first fanfiction please don't be rude I'm still figuring out how to do this. All characters except for my oc's in this story are not mine, but Nintendo's .

What if Rin went to Spain when Sae was all alone? What if Rin were a streamer instead of a professional football player? What if that day never happened? A fic where the reader will finally see two parallel worlds of the Itoshi brothers.

sorabird: FEAR ME fandom: original story pairings: ...Oof started: lord knows if I'll ever publish this ended: honey warnings: ._."""" arc 1: chapters 1-???

January 11th 2020: Gavin Ng and Stephen Ng have a devastating argument, causing a huge rift in their relationship. February 16th 2020: The older sibling doesn't show up to Gavin's birthday. August 5th 2020: Gavin gets fired from his job. August 22nd 2020: Gavin gets evicted from his apartment. August 26th 2020: Gavin is living on the streets. September 4th 2020: Gavin gets assaulted horribly by 3 men and slips into a coma. Or, Stephen and Gavin haven't spoken in 9 months, until the older sibling gets a call telling him that the younger is in the hospital after being attacked.

5 young girls have a sleepover in early december. little did they know, it would go very wrong.

The world is so quiet when you're by yourself.

warning: a whole lotta angst! - After the events of the FNAF 2 movie, Mike Schmidt can't shake the lingering feeling that the past events were only the beginning. He goes back to the old location, the original, for "closure". Unknowingly bumping into a familiar face.

Bruce yamada, the sun on a stormy day, a white flash of a smile, the kindest sweetest boy there was always wanting to help, maybe that need to help was his downfall or maybe his downfall started when he helped Vance Hopper and the situations after that started his story. or, Bruce yamada meets Vance Hopper and starts the beginning of his end

Tsuna glanced over at the clock again, taking in the soft ticking. He sat up, straightening the way he'd been taught to always do. He was still in his suit, uncomfortable as it was, it was the only thing that felt familiar at this point. There was still the irritable urge to reach down and straighten it. Tuck his dress shirt into his pants. Redo his tie. Button his blazer. All the things he was expected to do automatically, and all the things he shouldn't care about. Not anymore.

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<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.

A happy life with my lover. COVER FROM PINTEREST EDITED BY ME.