ekoutrakos
Just a girl, trying to find her way.♡☆
(This thread is always going to be open. It’ll be small and hopefully informative.)
I’m here, here more than I should be most days. I work part time, and have too much time on my hands.
I love, long term, REALISTIC PLOTS, romance, heartbreaks, friendships, GIVE ME ALL OF IT!!
Imma loser and my oc favorite is usually a female. I don’t mind her love interest being male or female.??
I have LOTS OF CRAVINGS.
My cravings often include triggers:
Blood.
Gore.
Swearing.
Age gaps. (Nothing underage.)
Mental illness.
Addiction.
If you’d wanna read some of my work, or maybe wanna share with me your ideas. Feel free. Please when messaging me, be original. Say something other than just hi/hello, or ugh the dreaded wanna rp?
Yes! Of course, I wanna write!! Loveee writing!! ?
I love, long term, REALISTIC PLOTS, romance, heartbreaks, friendships, GIVE ME ALL OF IT!!
Imma loser and my oc favorite is usually a female. I don’t mind her love interest being male or female.??
I have LOTS OF CRAVINGS.
My cravings often include triggers:
Blood.
Gore.
Swearing.
Age gaps. (Nothing underage.)
Mental illness.
Addiction.
If you’d wanna read some of my work, or maybe wanna share with me your ideas. Feel free. Please when messaging me, be original. Say something other than just hi/hello, or ugh the dreaded wanna rp?
Yes! Of course, I wanna write!! Loveee writing!! ?
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The Past;
It’s funny. It’s real funny, how you can wake up to the same person everyday for almost five years. It’s funny, how you can love someone for five years. In five years, a life can be formed.
Apartments can be rented.
Arguments can turned into something positive.
Babies can be born.
Cars can be wrecked.
Five holidays.
Five birthdays.
It’s funny how, one mistake can ruin this five years. One mistake.
Downloading of one dating app, and hovering over the “sign up” button. His fingers rapidly typing in a name, adding in a picture. Her blind trust. Her blind need to be loved. His, lies.
It was cold that morning, one of the coldest times that year. It was the first week of 2018. January, pipes had been froze all over the small town, maybe even the state. Heaters were cranked, and schools were closed. In their small, piece of this life he lied. The first lie, that was turn over and spark a bitter memory.
He told her he loved her that morning, as he walked out the door. Him saying he was going to work, he’d be gone for over 12 hours, while she sat alone with broken pipes and cold toes.
Funny, as she sat alone. He drove. He drove four hours away. He drove four hours, not to go buy her that fancy engagement ring she deserved. No! Instead he drove, to meet the girl, the girl who promised him a good time. A good time, warm with another body as his girlfriend sat home alone frozen. He had chances, to turn around at least over 100 stop signs and red lights. And she had a few times, to notice what he was doing “I’m going to delete my Facebook..” that should have been the first clue, the only clue.
So, after she worked her short 3 hour shift at her ugly, retail job. The retail job, that helped put the gas into the car for him to drive miles away, to lie miles away. She got a phone call, an ugly phone call.
“Baby please.. please don’t answer that message. Baby please...” The pleading in his voice, the lies already showing through. The buzzing of her phone, and the message requests from a girl she didn’t know.
“Did you fuck her!? Did you sleep with her?” Her hands shook, her body shook as the pieces slowly, fit together. Her face feeling warm as she couldn’t catch her breathe. Her phone buzzing as he tried to fix it. “Baby please answer, please answer.” Her boyfriend pleaded, him speeding his way to her, to fix what he promised to never break. Her phone buzzing one last time, the message reading across the screen made her stomach tumble and her lungs felt like they were going to explode.
“Bye, I guess you don’t care.”
The Past;
It’s funny. It’s real funny, how you can wake up to the same person everyday for almost five years. It’s funny, how you can love someone for five years. In five years, a life can be formed.
Apartments can be rented.
Arguments can turned into something positive.
Babies can be born.
Cars can be wrecked.
Five holidays.
Five birthdays.
It’s funny how, one mistake can ruin this five years. One mistake.
Downloading of one dating app, and hovering over the “sign up” button. His fingers rapidly typing in a name, adding in a picture. Her blind trust. Her blind need to be loved. His, lies.
It was cold that morning, one of the coldest times that year. It was the first week of 2018. January, pipes had been froze all over the small town, maybe even the state. Heaters were cranked, and schools were closed. In their small, piece of this life he lied. The first lie, that was turn over and spark a bitter memory.
He told her he loved her that morning, as he walked out the door. Him saying he was going to work, he’d be gone for over 12 hours, while she sat alone with broken pipes and cold toes.
Funny, as she sat alone. He drove. He drove four hours away. He drove four hours, not to go buy her that fancy engagement ring she deserved. No! Instead he drove, to meet the girl, the girl who promised him a good time. A good time, warm with another body as his girlfriend sat home alone frozen. He had chances, to turn around at least over 100 stop signs and red lights. And she had a few times, to notice what he was doing “I’m going to delete my Facebook..” that should have been the first clue, the only clue.
So, after she worked her short 3 hour shift at her ugly, retail job. The retail job, that helped put the gas into the car for him to drive miles away, to lie miles away. She got a phone call, an ugly phone call.
“Baby please.. please don’t answer that message. Baby please...” The pleading in his voice, the lies already showing through. The buzzing of her phone, and the message requests from a girl she didn’t know.
“Did you fuck her!? Did you sleep with her?” Her hands shook, her body shook as the pieces slowly, fit together. Her face feeling warm as she couldn’t catch her breathe. Her phone buzzing as he tried to fix it. “Baby please answer, please answer.” Her boyfriend pleaded, him speeding his way to her, to fix what he promised to never break. Her phone buzzing one last time, the message reading across the screen made her stomach tumble and her lungs felt like they were going to explode.
“Bye, I guess you don’t care.”
I didn’t fall in love with the devil at first.
No, at first I fell in love with a fighter; not just for the terms of this story. He was an actual under ground fighter. He said he did it for the money, having a dad at home who could barely move from his bed and two other siblings. His mother had left at the crack of dawn one morning, or so the story goes. The question always lingered in my mind, why you’d leave your children behind? Yet, I’ve never been brave enyough to ask.
So, he was 17 when he met me, I was 14. Young, dumb and already infatuated with a boy who’d never look at me the way I wanted him to until I was full grown myself. He came over, to recruit my oldest brother to fight along side him. But, as usual my brother did as my parents asked, and I stupidly;eagerly joined.
Over the years, I became good, great even. Going to school during the day and making money to pay for my own things at night, usually my own medical bills. We fought, first because I wanted him to be mine so badly and then soon after it was about why I wasn’t going to college, why I wasn’t reaching my full potential.
Why!? Because I loved him! I wanted to run away and marry this man. He was my best friend, and close to my everything.
Remember me mentioning, the money? Well, as good as money is, drugs are better. Lots and lots of drugs became his life. Not me, not anymore. He pushed me away, of course he said it was out of love, but I was in denial I thought I could change him!
I thought wrong, obviously. If I was I wouldn’t be telling you this story. The story about how my life changed, from being a carefree, careless teenager, to a fighter. And then back again to a broken girl, sitting in antiseptic smelling hospital waiting to hear if the devil is going to come back, or if all of him is going to die.
No, at first I fell in love with a fighter; not just for the terms of this story. He was an actual under ground fighter. He said he did it for the money, having a dad at home who could barely move from his bed and two other siblings. His mother had left at the crack of dawn one morning, or so the story goes. The question always lingered in my mind, why you’d leave your children behind? Yet, I’ve never been brave enyough to ask.
So, he was 17 when he met me, I was 14. Young, dumb and already infatuated with a boy who’d never look at me the way I wanted him to until I was full grown myself. He came over, to recruit my oldest brother to fight along side him. But, as usual my brother did as my parents asked, and I stupidly;eagerly joined.
Over the years, I became good, great even. Going to school during the day and making money to pay for my own things at night, usually my own medical bills. We fought, first because I wanted him to be mine so badly and then soon after it was about why I wasn’t going to college, why I wasn’t reaching my full potential.
Why!? Because I loved him! I wanted to run away and marry this man. He was my best friend, and close to my everything.
Remember me mentioning, the money? Well, as good as money is, drugs are better. Lots and lots of drugs became his life. Not me, not anymore. He pushed me away, of course he said it was out of love, but I was in denial I thought I could change him!
I thought wrong, obviously. If I was I wouldn’t be telling you this story. The story about how my life changed, from being a carefree, careless teenager, to a fighter. And then back again to a broken girl, sitting in antiseptic smelling hospital waiting to hear if the devil is going to come back, or if all of him is going to die.
As the war against the humans rage on, so is the implementation of fear and distaste. The fear and distaste passed down from multiple generations, as the stories of war, genacide and death fill the minds, the homes and textbooks of the large werewolves pack. Young wolves, don’t mingle with young humans, older wolves don’t even mingle with humans. The only wolves that do, are outcasted. Wolves with birth defects, or two alpha wolves born into the same pack; the stronger of the is safe, the weaker is pushed into the human world.
She’s the daughter, of the Alpha a forced to reckoned with by far. And she isn’t afraid of humans, if anything she’s intrigued by them. Going to school, and getting lucky enough to work in a mental health hospital, she meets a patient. This patient had abilities that have been snuffed out and stifled out like a gorgeous flame. Well, until she imprints on this stranger...
She’s the daughter, of the Alpha a forced to reckoned with by far. And she isn’t afraid of humans, if anything she’s intrigued by them. Going to school, and getting lucky enough to work in a mental health hospital, she meets a patient. This patient had abilities that have been snuffed out and stifled out like a gorgeous flame. Well, until she imprints on this stranger...
Young, naive and very stupid she met who she thought was the love her life online, leaving her life behind she moved half across the world. And in turn met the love of her life, ironically at an airport. While he was with his wife and small children. This man persuades her to stay, persuades her to become the families nanny. Now she’s taking care of his children, dodging his wife and hoping he sneaks into her bedroom at three in the morning. Funny how some things change, and others don’t, isn’t it?
Ya know, everyone is told the stories about the man demons, the man super villains, the devil must be a man right?! Well, what if there was a princess of darkness? A strange child born because of an ugly love affair with the devil and an angel. Yet, she’s been living with her father for the last 2000 years. Even still, she holds some of her mother’s qualities, causing problems for her father. Her father, has decided to send her above ground to kill the human race. NOT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A STUPID BOY! Oh? Did I mention that this boy, has already tried to die? He’s already seen death; stared in right in the face. Funny enough, she’ll be his reason to live or die. ??
Hes been a cop, for at least ten years. On the outside he’s a good man. Years of saving lives, young and old. But what happens when he can’t save his own? Come help me dive into the mind of the abuser and the abused. Can they find a way out together, or will he always use her and liquor as an excuse for his slippery trigger finger.
