Cope Stories

They enlisted together. Same day. Same office. Same nervous jokes that slowly died the closer they got to the yellow footprints. Y/N, Cope, and McCaffey-three names about to be stripped down into uniforms, numbers, and expectations they didn't fully understand yet. Boot camp wasn't about who you were before. It was about who survived after. Y/N knew that going in. She wasn't naive. She didn't expect it to be easy and she definitely didn't expect it to be fair. What she didn't expect was how much distance could exist between people standing only a few yards apart-or how silence could feel heavier than shouting. Sgt. Sullivan was never meant to matter to her. He was a Drill Instructor for the male platoons. Untouchable. Unreachable. A presence she'd only glimpse across training grounds or hear echoed through the chaos of someone else getting corrected. He was regulation, discipline, control. A line clearly drawn. And she was just a recruit. But boot camp had a way of crossing paths that weren't supposed to cross. Of testing rules as much as it tested bodies. Of forcing people to feel things they had no right to act on. This wasn't a love story that started with choice. It started with proximity. With restraint. With everything unsaid. And somewhere between Guam memories, breaking recruits, and becoming Marines- Lines began to blur.

Aaron Iveys just did one of the worst things and his best friends are affected in ways they'd never even felt before.

Vanessa Hart has a completely normal life, a rich father, friends, an education, and all the clothes and shoes she could ask for, but shortly after her and her boyfriend split, she meets Aaron Rogers. A bad boy from the worst high school in the world-one in which, teenage murderers attend. Shortly after meeting Aaron, she starts to see things, and he has to tell her his biggest secret. When falling in love with a beast, remember these three things: Watch your back; keep an eye on them; and NEVER question them.

like my actual diary, I'll be honest in this and trigger warning. If I have the time, I'll make the cover into memories from pics in different years*fav pics* I'll try to update everyday. Anyways I made this for mental health awareness. Warning, this will include the deep side of mental health. But enjoy my cat in the cover for now <3

[ COMPLETED ] a short story Like every high school student would dream of, Everly Clark and Ricardo Hans had the love of a lifetime. Perfect from each angle, they loved a love that sparked others. Like every family, Everly's had their fair share of hardships. When tragedy hits her family, Everly blindly makes mistakes which haunt her for a lifetime. Nine years later, when Everly finally learns how to pick herself up, Ricardo comes back, seeking an answer. 2019 © by Khushi.

A bootyful story bout my otp.

do i really need to say more

Just bullshit to be honest. Raw feelings etched into a permanent position. Not even poetry, just a jumble.

Just some songs I like and stuff. You should listen to them, they are actually pretty good.

tale of a NEET aspirant's 30 part diary in a suffocating college.

"And it doesn't really change anything between us, right? We're still a team. Friends." He explained, though that word left a sour taste in his mouth. Friends. Friends with someone you've basically been in love with all your life. Oh, who was he kidding? That was probably the best he was gonna get, anyway. Don't get so greedy, Will. He told himself, but it still felt wrong. A beat passes. Mike shoots him a look he can't really describe. Like he's... unsatisfied? "No, not friends." Mike stares down, avoiding Will's gaze. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- this is fanfiction, i don't own stranger things in any way. The show belongs to the duffer brothers and netflix i guess. this story is only somewhat original, it's just an alternative ending to what we saw, so of course, not everything is mine. this has a good ending, i swear on dustin's mother. a rewrite of the interaction at the tower ("Friends? No thanks. Best friends."), and maybe the whole finale, too. because if denial's a river in egypt, well then i'm moving there for life.

This will be one of the only serious books I post on here. Please don't steal my work, I'm trying very hard with this. I'll try to upload new chapters as much as I can. ©1800HoeKnow

muchos hijos de superhéroes en el mundo mas bien muchos superhéroes en el mundo pero no , tenían que escoger a los que daban pena al controlar sus poderes- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - ¡joder! - gritaba la pelirroja mientras que una fuerte potencia de una clase de humo salia de sus manos y la elevaba hasta golpear con lo alto de una pared.- - y voló-dijo el chico que solía apodarse Dalas , antes de que se pudiera ir la contaría cae del techo para impactar al contrario.-

I will be giving advice that hopefully will help you with your anxiety issues. I have anxiety and decided that I should give advice to others who also have anxiety.

!!!ART IN COVER BELONGS TO @notmushu ON INSTAGRAM!!! You have a tendency to romanticize your own pain, but not in the way most will assume. You believe in this idea that if it's seen as beautiful or an "artistic" form the impact of the hurt will be lessened. It's only then, through rose tinted glasses or the eyes of an audience, that you can face it.

The story is about a boy who magically finds Bambietta by himself in the morning and she wouldn't leave.

After the tragedy of her best friend's death, Dessa Heartley finds comfort in music and God.

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