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You know who would be a great older Odysseus if they did the musical concept album into a movie? Pedro Pascal and no I won't take objections because that man looks like he'd sing to his wife after 20 years.

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I added a new short story to my mxm oneshot book on a03! It's Apocalypse/zombies if you wanna check it out, link below!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62548039

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I added another chapter to my short story book on A03!! It's another omegavers werewolf one!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62548039

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⚠️ slightly explicit material, read at risk ⚠️

Reece breath caught in his throat as he watched the other get up and make his way over. His heart started to pound against his chest and his breathing picked up. He wanted to tell the other to fuck off but he couldn't, or more didn't want him.

"And when he came home last night, oh all he did was talk and talk about how you fucked him, how hard,how long and oh my god how giving you were and all I thought was one thing" Zeke spoke in a deep voice as he approached the other, never letting go of eye contact. He leans down, his lips grazing the others ear as he whispers, "all I could think was, when is it my turn" his voice was low and now his scent started to show, a strong scent with notes of pine and fresh rain........

Wanna read more? Here is the a03 link to my MxM oneshot book:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62548039

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So instead of posting my full works here, I'm just gonna post a little teaser for new chapters. Anyways I wrote and added a new chapter to my A03 story! Go ahead and give it a read if Omegavers is your thing!

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This is one of my few fantasy based stories, it isn't super in-depth but John is a power immortal warlock and Eric is an angel. It's a soul-mate story, the normal immortal x human but the humans keeps being reincarnated and their souls always connect again. However this story shows what happens at the end of the humans life. As always share your thoughts, my other socials where this is posted:,

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⚠️Trigger warnings:Death, hospitals ⚠️

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A man stood still in a quite and still hospital room. Standing by the large window on one side of the room, looking down to the street below, all the lights Illuminati the wet pavement.

His green eyes gazed down at the street below. Watching all the people walk by, going to work or coming home, walking dogs or jogging.

"Funny thing-" he finally spoke, pausing as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his left back pants pocket. Taking one out and lighting it before putting them back.

"I've done this so many times, and each time it doesn't get easier, but it also doesn't get harder" He continues to speak as he walks over and sits in a chair next to the window. Letting out a puff of smoke.

"It's a constant, heart breaking, sucking the air from my lungs pain-" he stopped and chuckled sadly, eyes getting tears in them.

"And yet, humans tell each other all the time, no matter what they're going through; kids, partners or even themselves dying-" he then threw up air quotes, "it gets easier" he put his hands down and took another drag of his cigarette.

"Bullshit, just a stupid ass beacon of hope mortals give to themselves. This pain-" he shook his head, "will never get better, you just live with it as it chews and sucks out everything, until you're a shell" he said, voice breaking at the end.

"John-" another man spoke, brown hair and soft blue eyes. Standing by the open door to the hospital room, adjacent to the man in the chair.

"You can't keep doing this" the blue eye man spoke very softly as he took a step forward but stopped in his tracks as the man from the chair or John stood up quickly, throwing his cigarette on the ground.

"OH me? I can't keep doing this! Tell that to the bitch upstairs who made up all this stupid shit, I didn't pick this" he raised his voice as he pointed up, referring to the man upstairs or whatever was up there.

"He didn't make this happen yo-" he was cut off as John spoke again and walked closer to the other.

"OH? Then who the fuck did?! Who do I need to go fucking talk to, to stop this bullshit because I can't Eric, I fu-" he had to stop as hie voice started to break even more this time, a lump in his throat forming.

"I fucking can't" John finished and cleared his throat.

Eric sighed and slowly walks over, cautiously resting a hand on John's shoulder and squeezing softly. "Un freeze it and let it happen" he whispers to him as he gave John a sorrow gaze.

Eric felt horrible for him, he couldn't even imagine the pain and suffering his friend was going through and had gone through many times before.

John shook his head and quickly backed up, slumping back into his chair and continued to shake his head. "No" he spoke firmly then laughed slightly, "fuck no, not this time" he said again as a firm statement.

John sat, wide eyed and bounced his left leg up and down frantically, his metal chain bracelets making sound as they moved from his arm resting on this leg.

Eric moved over, crouching down in front of John to be at eye level. "You can't do this, for yourself and him" he said and looked the other on the eyes. "You'll see him again" he reminded John and then stood up. "Now unfreeze it, you do this every time, it just prolongs it-" he trailed off, looking towards the middle of the room. "It just hurts" he whispers

In the middle of the room laid a hospital bed, the heart rate monitor showing a flat line screen.

A nurse on top of the bed doing chest compressions and another nurse putting medication into an I.V

A total of 7 people stood around the hospital bed, 4 nurses and 3 doctors all trying to save the life of the man laying in the hospital bed.

In the bed laid a man, seemingly only in his 50s, air tubing in his nose to help him breath and an cords attached to him to monitor his vital signs which all seemed to be going down hill. The man's face bruised, a busted lip and a forming black eye.

Everything stood still in the room however, no noise and no one moved. It was all frozen besides John and Eric as they both stared at the scene by the hospital bed.

"He didn't even make it to 60 this time" John whispers quietly as a single tear runs down his cheek, staring at his lover who laid dying less then 5 feet from him.

Eric looks back at John and sighed, "I keep telling you, stop finding him" he said as he stood up and walked over to the window, leaning back on it.

John laughed again in a sarcastic manner, "you don't think I haven't tried?" He asked and runs a hand down his face to wipe away the tear.

"In some cosmic fuck you way, he always finds me and can't leave me the fuck alone" John said and shrugs, "not his fault, he gets to be with him his whole life, but me? No, I get a front row seat to his life and his death, over and over and over" he said and leans back in the chair, tapping his cigarette ash on the ground before taking another drag.

"Fix it" John told Eric in a cold tone, not asking, telling.

"John" Eric said standing up right, "you damn well know I can't" he said firmly back

John looked at Eric, eyes flashing a purple color as he stood up and shook his head. "Oh no, don't give me that shit" he said and looked Eric straight in the eyes, "I know you can"

"Just because I can, doesn't mean I'm allowed" Eric reminds John. "Don't do this, don't start this again" he said staring back at John.

"You motherfuckers break the rules all the time, but when someone else is asking suddenly it's no?" John asked and shrugs, "sounds like shit to me" he said

Eric now sits down in a chair, opposite to the one John was in. "Humans, live and they die" he shrugs, "all there is"

John looks back at the man in the bed, tearing filling his eyes again, "please" he said in a whisper.

John walks over, keeling down next to the bed of his lover. Hand wrapping around the men's cold stiff ones. "I just need a little more time" his voice breaking as he spoke, gripping his lovers hand tigher.

Eric stood, walking over and rubbing John's back. "You know it won't matter if it's now or years from now, it'll hurt just as bad" he reminds him. "You do this every time"

This wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. Every time he dies, John calls Eric to plead, beg and make deals. Anything to save him.

The first time it was in 1567 and John called him after he found his lover dead from an infection. John offered to trade places, offered his immortality, his powers, even asked for just another day and Eric had to softly explain he couldn't. The first time, it took 3 days to get John to unfreeze time and let it continue.

Eric has told John over and over again, to ignore the pull, ignore his lovers advances and just let it go. John tries, he tries to ignore it and to ignore him, but something always happens, either the pull is too strong or he can't say no. The first 30 years are normally always good, but at some point it isn't good. It gets painfully for one reason or another, he gets sick or just old and John knows. John always knows what's to come but every time, every time this happens. He calls, and pleads, begs and makes deals. Asking for any more time Eric can give him and swearing it'll make a world of difference when deep down, he knows it won't.

John sniffs and wipes the many tears that had streamed down his face as he thought about the many lives him and his lover had lived. He stands up and looks at Eric, then back at the hospital bed. He waves his hand and his eyes flash a purple color and suddenly the room comes alive again.

John walks out of the room, no one else besides Eric seemed to notice him, the same for Eric besides John.

Eric stayed in the room however and watched as they tried but 5 minties later, everyone stood back away from the bed and looked at the still limp body on it.

"Time of death, 10:37 pm" a doctor announced and then everyone clears out of the room as John's partner laid life less on the bed and was covered with a thin hospital sheet.

Across the street was a bench where John had been sitting, smoking and staring at the hospital.

Eric suddenly appeared next to him, "please John, don't do this again" he softly begs of the other man, he couldn't see his friend in pain like this again knowing he wasn't allowed to help.

John shook his head and stood up, running a hand through his hair before stopping and gripping the back as he spoke, "I'll lie and say I won't, but we both know 50, 100, 200 years from now you'll see me again" he said and throws his cigarette on the ground before he then walked off down the sidewalk, leaving Eric on that bench across from the hospital where John's partner, lover and soul mate had once again died and left John alone.

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⚠️Trigger warning: mentions of death, slight mentions of suicide and mental health ⚠️

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Was this what he wanted? Was this what he needed? Did he need to be laying here, bloody and bruised, and just hope his injuries were enough to finish the job? Was this it? Was this what he was born to do and every single moment of his life leading up to his moment. Laying here, not sure how much longer he'd be breathing, not wanting to be for another moment.

The moment he was born, to this moment here, this was all their ever was, this was it. His first moment is the beautiful feeling of life going into his lungs. The joy in the room from his mother who loved her little baby boy more than anything and the dreadful feeling she had knowing the man who helped make this little buddle of joy was nowhere to be found.

To the moment his mother was the one to take her last in the hospital bed when he was 14. His father nowhere to be seen, just him and her in the hospital room again, but this time nothing was joyful. The tears he felt burn at his eyes as he watched the woman who was going to see everything, take her very last breath, just the same as she watched him take his first, but things were different. He was on the other side of things, along with the other side of life and death.

This was it, this was his last moment, he knew it'd come. The minute he crashed through that barn at top speed and fell down the long fall he knew was to come. The motorcycle that helped him end his life laying next to him on the small rocks of the river bank at the end of the long drop.

This was it, this was all there was and ever would be. This was the end, this was what all the moments of his life lead up to. Laying here, on the hard rocks and the cold fall air around him. This was it. Nothing else, this was what it always would be.

This was it.

This was what he wanted.

There was nothing else.

And that's okay.

His eyes closed and just like his birth and his mother's death, it started and ended with a breath.

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This is just something I wrote awhile ago, it's a teaser for an OC named Jordan, anyways just figured I'd share here.

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Aa much as I love writing drama and sad stuff, I hate putting myself in a bad mood. Because truly how to you explain to someone you've been crying for an hour by choice?

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Is A03 better for non fandom stories to get attention? Right now I'm using Wattpad but, I think because it's originals and not fandoms I'm not getting them out there enough. If anyone has had their original stories get attention on A03 or on Wattpad I'd love to hear your thoughts or tips!

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Sometimes when you make a really great OC it's so hard not to add them into every single thing you write. An apocalypse? He's the doctor you get lucky to find. Drama? He's the single dad trying his best. Slice of life? He's the doctor who's looking to live a simple life. Romance? He's the hopelessly romantic doctor. When you really love one, you just write any genre around them and it's hard to get away from I swear

P.S: This is my Ted talk about my original character Alex Rivera, he's just so perfect but not in the best way possible. I wrote him too well

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Dose anyone else have a hard time getting into their writing hobby casually? Either I'm writing a 3,000 word short story in one sitting or I'm using all my energy to write two sentences then I delete them anyways because I'm not vibing with what they said, even though I made the charcter and I made them say it.

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"Jack, you can't seriously be mad here, you pay me money and I used it at my own discretion if something important like a bill comes up. That's it" A man scoffed as he sat in a broken down, peeling recliner. He was an older man, salt and pepper hair, his hands rough like sandpaper from a blue collar job.

"For rent.... for fucking rent! Not some friend who needs bail!" A much younger male yelled, Jack, as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a now empty envelope that once held more than eight hundred dollars in cash just two days prior. Jack threw down the empty envelope onto the ugly green carpet and stormed towards the recliner but stopped once the older man stood up in hast.

"Well guess what? I needed it for something else!" The older man yelled even louder as he took a step towards Jack and away from the recliner, he expected Jack to back up but instead, Jack stood there and stared him down.

Jack stood there, putting on a tough face but instead he was shaking, he could hear his heart in his ears, so loud as if it was now beating inside of his head. Jack swallowed heard and straighted up his shoulders, foot pushed down more firm into the ground showing the older man, he wasn't backing away, not this time.

The older man glared, a stone, cold stare, he wasn't scared and definitely wasn't gonna be the one to back down. So instead he laughed, he laughed right in Jack's face and shook his head slightly, as if Jack standing his ground was a joke because to him? It was, Jack was being funny. "Whew Jack, you creak your old man up" he gave out one more chuckled before he pushed past Jack, making sure to make contact with his shoulder and gave a light push to make Jack lose his footing slightly, only slightly but it was enough.

Jack took a deep breath and unclenched his fists, not even realizing he was clenching them until he relaxed his stance once his dad was moved past, or well his dad pushed past.

Jack's father had moved into the kitchen, sat at the table and had lighten up a cigarette by the time Jack had gathered himself to come face him again. "Look" Jack's dad said as he took a long drag off his cigarette and then blew out smoke. "Just pick up an extra shift or two down at that sleazy little bar and pay me again" his father said matter of fact like, as if he had given Jack a solution to his problem. "Look I'll even do you a favor" Jack's dad said as he then grunts, holding the cigarette in his mouth, between his teeth as he reached into the pocket of his worn out work jeans and pulls out his wallet. "I still have oh uh-" he stopped talking as he looks at the cash he had, "oh! Around thirty six dollars after the bail and then dinner. So you only owe me eight hundred and fourteen" he then put his wallet on the table, then looks up at Jack. "I do need it in about a week" he said and puts his cigarette in the ash-tray before blowing out smoke.

Staring at his father in not awe because he knew how his father is, but anger, anger rushed through Jack as his father spoke to him like this, but what could he say? He lived with him after all.

Jack looked down at the floor and kept repeating to himself, "we have no where else to go" and "don't be a dick, hold your tongue". Jack took a deep breath and finally looked up from the floor then walked over to the kitchen table his father was sitting at. "One I've said not to smoke in the house-" he then stopped talking and grabbed his dad's cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. "Two, I just got paid, paid you and my own bills, now I am broke and couldn't pay you if I wanted" he told his dad then backs up and looked down at his dad, "I'll have to pay you next week" he told his dad.

Jack's dad looked at Jack almost confused than laughed, he laughed a genuine laugh as if Jack made another joke. "Oh jeez Jack you kill me" he spoke as he wipped a fake tear from his eye. "As much as I'd love to indulge in this ridiculous idea that if you don't have the money, you don't have to pay, I-I can't Jack" his father spoke and simply shrugged looking up at Jack, "you don't have it, than get out" he said in a sudden cold and serious tone to where Jack knew he wasn't joking, "get the fuck out my house" his father said as he lit another cigarette and this time blew the smoke toward Jack's face.

Jack's face changed from one of angry and stone to one of panic pretty much and just complete shock, he knew his dad was a dick but this? This of all things. "Dad I-what? I don't have anywhe-" he was cut off

"Oh no, please don't give me some pity speech okay? You know it's time I stop holding your hand Jack okay? I tried, I did for your mom okay? You know when she died" Jack's dad sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose, "I promised not to kick you two out butJack that was 2 years ago and you still can't support you or yo-" His dad was cut off this time

"Because I can't afford it? Like wh- I'm broke dad, I've got fifty dollars to last me till next week!" Jack for the first time yelled at his dad, "what the fuck do you want me to do?! Sleep on a bench!" He yelled as he breathing picked up and his thoughts started to race, he couldn't breath, what was he gonna do now? He couldn't even afford a motel room for a night. Clearly his dad was joking. Jack cleared his throat as tried to keep his voice straight, not wanting it to creak and show any emotion. "Please dad you have to be joking, I-I mean come on, I have no where...." he ran a hand through his hair, "Just give me till next week I'll have to" he started to plead with his dad, showing how desperate he was.

His dad sighed, putting out his mostly gone cigarette, "Jack I love you, I do but I think you need a push" he said standing up, walking over to Jack and patting him on the shoulder, "you and Elijah will be fine, you're smart, stay with a friend" he said as he just continues to walk into the living room that was straight outside the kitchen and sits back down, in the old broken down, peeling recliner.

Jack stood there in shock blinking away tears as he looked down at the kitchen floor slightly, his heart pounding in his ears again and his breathing picking up. What was he even gonna do? For himself, let alone-

"Daddy?" A little boy wondered out, rubbing his eye with one hand and the other holding his stuffed racon. "Grandpa said you were brining home dinner" he mumbled as he looks up at his dad.

Jack's heart sank as he looked out at the clock, it was 10:46 pm and his dad never feed his kid dinner.

"Oh yeah" Jack's dad chimed in as he turns on the TV, not even looking towards the kitchen, "I was tried after work and everything we had, I had to cook so I just gave him a glass of water till you got home" he explains as he stared at the TV

To make it all worse, Jack wasn't even supposed to be home till 1 a.m but he was cut early. So his son wasn't gonna eat till after 1 in the morning.

Jack breaths and shakes his hands a little, trying to relax himself before he speaks. "Yeah buddy but I decided to take you to uh, get a burger when I got home" he spoke, his voice breaking in the middle but he manged to straighten it back up.

Elijah gasped and smiled, waking up quickly and runs over, hugging his dad's leg, "I knew being hungry for a little bit was gonna be worth it!" He exclaims excitedly as he hugs his dad's pant leg.

Jsck took a deep breath as a few tears escaped his eyes, flowing down his cheeks. "Yeah buddy go get dressed, we're also gonna go have a sleep over" he sniffs and pets Elijah's hair. Wipping away the tears with his other hand.

"Where?!" Elijah asked looking up at his dad, he was only about 5 so he was still quite short next to Jack.

"It's a surprise" and by that, Jack ment he had no idea where they would sleep, but it wasn't gonna be here. "Go change into your day time clothes and I'm gonna go pack a bag for the sleep over"

Elijah happily runs away because in his head, this was gonna be the best night ever.

Jack slumps down, shoulders dropping and body just almost folding into itself as much as he could in an up right position, almost as if to sink into the floor as he slowly makes his way to the stairs Elijah had just run up.

"This will be good Jack" Jack's dad said as he just watched the TV in front of him, not even making an effort to look over at his son.

Jack stood there stiff at the bottom of the stairs, clenching his fists again as he saw red. He was so mad he could almost hear ringing in his ears, how could his dad do this?! This wasn't fair and Jsck shouldn't have to leave! He should teach his dad a lesson and that's what he was gonna do.

Jack turned around to walk past the kitchen and straight into the living room but he stopped once he heard Elijah. "Hey dad! Can I bring Robby?!" He yelled down the Stairs towards Jack.

Jack looked back towards the stairs and his fists unclenched and he nods as if Elijah could see him. "Y-Yeah of course" he calls back up the stairs towards his son.

Jack sighed and ran a hand through his hair, gripping his hair at the back and took a few deep breaths. If he went in there with his dad, he might either scar his son or get aressted and neither were an option. His son needed him now more then ever so instead, Jack did the harder thing and didn't say anything to his dad. Instead Jack pressed on upstairs and packed a bag for himself and his son. Then started to look through his phone for anyone who might let them stay for a night or two.

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So this is just a short story I've had in my head lately. I might do a part two or maybe not. Anyways if you like stuff like this drop a like or a follow!

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Hello!

I'm a new writing blog, this more of a space to empty my writing ideas into, rather that'd be a prompt, a short story, an OC or a multiple part story. All of my stories will be posted to my Wattpad&A03 which share a username and is in my bio if you'd rather read them in that format.

So a little about me, I'm a pansexual, cis gender female, and yes I did marry a man lmao. Anyways I'm 21, grew up in Fandoms and started out writing fanfic all the way to RP and OC's. I've mostly retired from all that but sometimes I have ideas bouncing around in my head and I just need a space to write them down as a hobbit and maybe engage with others who get into similar things.

Things I post here most likely won't be spell checked and might even be half finished but that's kind of the point for this acount, just to get my thoughts out there and maybe get feedback or engagement.

So yeah if you need inspiration for stories, charcters, like reading or just are another writer as well, drop a follow!