#shitty fic

[jelleefishpo]

Looks just like you.

This is my first ever fic. English isn’t my first language so don’t expect a good fic TT i haven’t watched one piece since 2022 so i did this from memory and 3 google searches. I was js scrolling on tumblr then sienna by the marias popped up in my head, at that time i was reading a luffy x reader fic and an ace x pregnant reader idea popped up. Also I wanna like… get better at writing bc i’m basically married to daydreaming. I wanna bring that scenarios into writing. Ok peace

"When our son is born, I'll spoil him so much." Words that came out of his mouth filled with revere. It's followed by soft, sweet kisses that can melt you.

"The entire crew will." He whispers in your ear. He holds you close. Arms around you like he doesn't want to let go of you.

Maybe he shouldn't have let go. If he had just ignored the warnings, then maybe your mornings will still be greeted by the sight of him.

You stare at your son's sleeping face with a small smile, gently brushing your thumb over his cheek. He looks just like Ace. Your genes didn't even try. With a gentle press of your lips on his forehead, you swear you feel a tear building in your eye.

"Oh, my beautiful son. You're like a copy of Ace." You nuzzle your nose on his cheek. A laugh escapes you. "Your dad will cry when he comes back home."

A sweet, warm, and gentle moment was shattered hours later.

"Ace… is dead."

Your knees buckle. Instantly, tears fell down your cheeks. "No, no. Don't play a cruel joke on me. He's… he's fine!" Your helpless cry echoes in your house.

"He was imprisoned in Marineford for less than a week. He was placed in Impel Down. He… he got—" Your maid stops speaking. You're breaking. Screams ripped out of you, tears almost coated your entire cheeks.

You're in great dispair.

"Why— Why did no one," You hiccuped. "Why did no one tell me?" Your voice breaks. Shattered. Your whole soul is. The weakness from your childbirth and this makes black spots appear in your vision.

"I… they kept the newspapers from you."

You were in no time to even bother about that. All in your mind was Ace. Ace, Ace, Ace.

Your dear husband.

Your husband who would always pull you into his tricks.

Your husband that would whisper reassurances in your ear at six am in the morning.

Your husband that would always caress your growing belly.

Your husband, Portgas D. Ace.

Dead.

Just when you dreamed the silliest dreams. You, cooking in the kitchen, and him, playing with their son. The domestic life the two of you dreamed of, has now shattered. Sand. You cannot grasp it anymore. The most important person in your life you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with is no longer with you.

You couldn't take care of your baby. You were deep in depression, endless nights filled with sobs and cries.

After the news, you were also notified about Whitebeard's death.

You thought for a moment: "Is the universe playing a cruel joke on me? What have I done to deserve this?"

That sent you into deeper misery and grief. You were holed up in your room, your maids taking care of your baby.

Two years pass. You visit frequently at Ace's grave. Today is no different than the other visits—you place down a flower along with your son.

"Papa, my birthday is coming." Your child's voice is full of joy. That's when you burst into tears. Your child's laughing while you're crying.

It hurts.

You sobbed, wiping your tears with your free hand to no avail. They just keep coming and coming, "sorry" slipping out of your mouth.

"He looks just like you." You choke out with the last bit of your strength. Your child finally cries.

His loved ones are crying, sobs echoing in the entire island. You drop to your knees, holding your son deep in your arms.

"When I look at our son, I see you."

You and Ace were supposed to read bedtime stories to your son. You two planned it. Whispered in the cold night.

That's all just dreams now.

Ones that you can't definitely experience.

Maybe, in another universe.

He didn't venture to find Blackbeard. He stayed with you. Maybe, just maybe, in another universe, the three of them are nuzzling together under a blanket in a cold night.

Maybe in another universe, he's alive, feeding you and your son.

But that's now just a silly hope.

[literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli]

Odysseus taking a well needed walk and a breath of fresh air finds himself questioning where Athena is now"..ah stop worrying.. she's a goddess, she has duties, she'll be fi-",he cuts off his mumbling when his eye catches a easily distinguishable body on the ground in a pool of red

"..A-...Athena?"

It takes a few moments for his legs to work again but when they do,he rushes over and drops to his knees beside the unconscious goddess,his eyes darting over her before landing on the wound in her abdomen,leaking mortal blood,not the golden ichor it should be his mind doesn't register that as his hands tremble and he grabs his cloak and holds it over the wound, putting pressure on it*"hey, Athena,come on..wake up...please...come on.."

He looks around,trying to spot any servants but unable to find any as it is quite late at night"Athenaaa...come on,please wake up.."

Finally,he spots a guard,making his nightly patrols"guard!call for a medic!"

The guard,with no question, quickly goes to find any sort of healer

About a few hours later, Athena lies in a bed,bandaged and showing no signs of waking as Odysseus paces beside her bed,muttering under his breath

"ugh...whe-..ow", Athena tries to sit up,her voice snapping Odysseus out of his trance and he almost hugs her before he stops himself

"Athena!are-..are you okay?what happened?"

"Odysseus, Odysseus..slow down..uhm.. I'm..not sure..and..",she glances down at her bandages,stained with red"..why am I bleeding mortal blood?"

"..what?"Odysseus only then notices the red,rather than gold,blood staining the bandages"but you're a goddess..y-..you shouldn't bleed-.."

He starts to drive himself into another panicked state,his breathing shaky and erratic,his eyes locked on the bandages,his hands shaking,he doesn't even notice the sound of a arrow being notched in a bow until the arrow hits Athena in her chest,straight through her heart

"Athena",he darts over to her side,grabbing a towel and putting it as much on the wound as he can without moving the arrow as Athena's heart slows to a stop

"Athena?!come on!please!please you can't die!"for the first time in years,he cried over the goddess,last time when she left,but those were tears of anger,this time it's tears of mourning as his hands fall slack and he clings to her lifeless body as a guard and a medic come rushing in after hearing the commotion

They find their king hugging a dead goddess,sobbing and muttering".. I'm sorry..please... Athena..."

It took more than an hour to pry him away and that was only when they decided to get Penelope,he continued to sob in her arms as she tried to comfort her inconsolable husband

Some would say he cried for hours and hid in his room for days,only leaving for the burial,others wouldn't even dare to mention that night in fear of making him upset

Okay so not my best work,it's after midnight and I'm tired but ... @zippyskyfalls @aikya-kat-44 (for the post that (sorta)inspired this) and @sunlights-daughter just because I feel like you should see this

[delimeats-000]

Date Night

summary: matt was so sweet you needed a taste

warning: oral, fluff but yk

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

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matts pov

y/n is getting home soon, she’s been working so hard lately so i decided to plan a special little date night for us.

im not much of a romantic, and im not good in public spaces so the most i could do is a small indoor picnic and a movie.

i spread out a blanket on the bed leaving assorted plates of y/n’s favorite foods. i light candles around the room and turn on the tv. putting on her favorite movie i turn off the lights to set the mood.

as soon as i hear the door unlock i run to greet her.

“Hi baby!” i say excited, my hands behind my back.

she smiles opening her arma for me to hug her, “Hi my love.”

i high her tightly then let go putting my hands behind my back again. “What are you hiding?” she giggles.

“Turn around and close your eyes.” i tell her, she turns around and i wrap a handkerchief around her head covering her eyes.

“Matt, what is this??”

“A surprise.” i take her to our room slowly.

as we step through the door i tell her to take off the blindfold. “Oh my god, MATT!! this is so sweet.” she turns around hugging me and peppering kisses all over my face.

“I love it, matt. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Cmon lets relax.”

y/n’s pov

after s long day my perfect boyfriend has an indoor picnic set up just for me.

he’s so perfect.

he’s so pretty.

he’s so hot.

he’s so sweet.

i wanna taste him.

“Matt baby?”

“Yes pretty girl?” he says taking a bite of a strawberry.

“I love you. And you’re so so sweet. I just want taste you.”

“Oh.” he says, mouth hanging open.

“Close your mouth honey.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, baby?”

“yes mommy.” he whispers back.

“Louder baby, cant hear you.”

“Yes mommy.” he says more confident.

“Can i make you feel good my love?”

“Yes please, mommy.”

i pull his pants down his cock already rock hard from the short conversation. i spit right onto the tip and he lets out a quiet whimper.

massaging the spit into his tip i look at him. his beautiful eyes are dilatad, no longer blue. i run my tongue up his length from the base before taking his tip in my mouth, sucking as i jerk him off the rest of the way.

“Mommyy feels so- fuck so good”

i continue sucking going lower and taking his full dick in my mouth. i gag when it hits the back of my throat, that only makes him want more. he takes a handful of my hair and pushes me lower onto him.

eventually fucking my throat, we’re both whining messes. tears stream down my face while his dick softly twitched in my mouth. he’s practically screaming out at this point, begging to cum.

“Mmm- fuck oh fu- im gonna cum mommy”

“please mommy, keep going”

“feels so fuck- fucking good”

and with that he cums down my throat. i swallow with his cock still in my mouth and he cries out at the sensitivity.

i pull away, separating us with a single popping sound. “How do you feel, handsome?”

“Feel so good.”

“Good. Now we can relax.”

“Yes please, mommy.” he laughs, completely out of breath.

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shitty fic ab matt just to get something out. sorry, love you 🫶🏼

[plan-d-to-i]

since everyone is telling their bad experiences with fanfics, here is mine, I read this amazing fanfic, it has time travel, fix it situation, I read 35 pages of it? everything was okay until I get to the part where everyone founds out that wwx give his golden core and everyone involves gets angry with wwx bc who he dare to give his golden core without asking jc, jyl tells wwx that he should apologize and hope that jc accept bc what he did was wrong, even they make lwj feel angry at wwx , I couldn't continue reading, it was a good fanfic and I really was invested in the story but I was so angry with that scene bc why on earth should wwx had to apologize to jc for ruining his own life for saving him, and really lwj can accept mass m*rder but draws the line of doing a big sacrifice to safe someone you care, yeah it makes sense, and it also imply that the jiangs would had helped wwx but he had to be honest first.

*gag* Their shitty fav/self insert would never be capable of a sacrifice like the one WWX made. Sorry, getting his ass caught trying to distract the Wens and then having to be rescued and then trying to choke WWX is not the same. So the only thing they can do is shit on WWX's sacrifice and make poor uwu jc the victim. Who the fuck in their right mind would think jc was the victim of painlessly getting a new more powerful core, when he wanted to die without his core. He wanted to die bc he thinks people who are not cultivators are shit and aren't worth anything and he couldn't bear to be like them. He got a new core and the only person who suffered was WWX. but jc was the victim?! People who think like this are the type of ppl who make everything about themselves. You cancel brunch bc your family member is in the hospital and they'll be like "How could u cancel brunch ur totally thoughlss. that reservation took 4 evr >:-/". Not to mention that wasn't even jc's reaction! His canon reaction wasn't "omg WWX I don't want it! Take ur core back 🥺" it was realizing for a hot second that he looks like a fucking clown in comparison, that he can't keep up his one sided sick competition w WWX bc he's literally only able to even cultivate thanks to him & that now he can't engage in his favorite hobby of hating & blaming WWX as comfily & cozily as he did before. Which doesn't even mean he won't do it at all just that it won't be as effortless as it previously was !

[zharizard666]

I found a stupid creek fanfic I wrote like 3 months ago

Prologue:

So I was cleaning my room because it's a mess and I found a fanfic I wrote out of pure boredom in class. Beware, this fic has very bad redaction and a lot of cussing. I'm gonna transcript the thing down below just how I originally made it:

Epa la arepa ando aburrida help.

Life fucking succs: The shitty 'fic.

I don't know how the fuck should I start this so let's just say Craig is losing his motivation in life for the 100th time.

His eyes itched and his back was in great pain due to the amount of books he has to carry to school (man ain't this familiar), and though his boddy begged him some time to rest he stood on his desk playing Club Penguin, cuz why the fuck not.

The whole gang had left the server 2 hours ago, and the sun was preparing to fucking rise and kill us all through the window; but he stood there, telling kids their club penguin boy/girlfriends were 40 year old nerds. Only then he thought of Tweek, his (forcedly) bae, and how he must look like a pedobear near him cuz the boi is so damn short, damn weather must be nice there, all closer to hell and shit. No wonder he played as an Imp on the D&D nights (I'm not creative, lest say Token is into it and unironically got everyone into it).

It was now 3:15 am, and he didn't get a better idea than sending Tweek a cursed image. Tweek answered immediately with uhhh a photo of a gnome stealing his underwear.

Cursed enough, Craig was proud. END.

[laurelsaveus]

post endgame headcanon, or steve’s little adventure

he would go to vormir first; there’s no way the steve i know wouldn’t try to get natasha back from the dead, and he probably grilled everyone he knew on the soul stone to come up with a plan. clint warned him about the red skull, and steve knows him, knows how the exploit him: if theres a way a sacrifice can be unmade, steve will get it out of him. and he succeeds, although it takes more effort and time than he thought he would. five seconds later in the original timeline it’s natasha who returns to bucky and sam. 

steve goes on to return the power stone, and that one goes off without a hitch.

his next stop is the tesseract. this time he does contact peggy, and after assuring her that it’s really him, he goes back with her. they have their dance (on the floor and in the sheets) and then they talk. they realize that while they could have a life together, they have also both moved on. the memory of the relationship that could have been was sweeter to both of them than the reality, and so steve says his last goodbye to her.

and so comes his last stop. the time stone is easy to return: the ancient one is already waiting for him. loki’s scepter arrives safely at shield in the hands of captain america. but, because they mucked up that timeline a bit (by letting loki escape with the tesseract and steve’s hail hydra shtick) he decides to stay around and help straighten it out. he reveals himself to that times avengers in a safe way, and explains as much of what happened as he can.

(it’s a very confusing affair: tony is the one who finds him and as soon as he confirms that it’s a genuine steve from the future he calls the other avengers back. everyone except for thor comes. tony and bruce and both excited and furious about the time interference, and how it will affect them. old-steve is very careful about how much he tells them, and it’s hard to work with so little information. old-steve also keeps looking at tony constantly, and there’s another story there that tony wants to unpack)

so he stays there, and helps thor track loki down. because of him, hydra reveals itself sooner, so he helps with that too, gets bucky back faster, and makes sure, this time, there’s nothing hidden from tony.

and he keeps looking at tony, like he hasn’t got anything better to look at, like tony is not only worthy of his attention, but the only one worthy of his full focus. and how can someone like tony respond to something like this? well he kisses him. and steve kisses him back. and finally finds his home. and maybe there isn’t and end to the fighting for him yet, but he’ll damn well make sure, that both him and tony die of old age, instead of any other causes.

[dream-anon-fics]

I just want to sleep

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is just me basically taking out my frustrations on not being able to sleep lately. It's short and choppy and honestly I feel exactly what the title says. I'm sorry, Lance!

Basically this is just Lance breaking down in front of Allura after being able to sleep well and everyone except for Keith pushing their chores onto him.

[yourneighborhoodhamiltrash]

Accepted (Anthony Ramos x Sister!Reader)

Summary: You get into your dream college and tell your brother and friends

Words: 819

Warnings: horrible writing

a/n: i woke up to the news that i got into this really great art school to study filmmaking for my sophomore year. it’s not quite usc and this fic is crap, and i’ll probably delete it later, but i’m super excited and decided to write a ‘lil something.

Your heart pounded so hard that you swore that you could hear it. You made your way to the RIchard Rodgers Theater with your backpack bouncing behind you as you ran. You snaked your way backstage where you saw your brother laughing at something Daveed said.

“Hey (Y/N)! What are you doing here?” Anthony asked, giving you a hug. Unable to form words, you dragged him with you to the dressing room of the Schuyler sisters. Jazzy turned to you and your brother in confusion, similar to Renee and Pippa. You put your backpack down on the small couch and pulled out an envelope that read “University of Southern California”.

“It just came in,” You said, hardly able to breathe. While Anthony found his passion in performing on stage, you found yours behind the camera. Making movies was something you’ve loved since you were a kid, and having the chance to study it was insane to you. Anthony knew just how nervous you were about getting the letter. Despite his and the rest of the Hamilton company’s reassuring comments that you’d get in, you still felt the anxiety and worry that you weren’t good enough.

Soon after your brother and Jasmine, who you met during their first few months of dating and instantly clicked with, convinced you to meet the rest of the cast, you became friends with them. You confided and spent several movie nights with Pippa, Renee, and Jasmine. You had karaoke nights with Daveed, Lin, Oak, and Anthony. You constantly messed with and talked to Leslie and Chris. You were practically family to them.

When they heard of your plans to apply to the prestigious college to follow your dreams, they were ecstatic. They all helped with the short film you had to submit- some acting, some as moral support, and Lin off screen with the writing. Yet, you were still beyond nervous to hear the results of your hard work.

They looked at you and walked closer in interest. “Well?” Renee voiced.

“I- Well, I’ve been too nervous to check.”

“C’mon (Y/N), they’d be idiots to not take you.” Jasmine said, encouraging you to open it. You felt your brother squeeze your shoulder reassuringly.

“You’ve got this, kid.”

You carefully tore the envelope open and took the letter out.

Dear (Y/N) Ramos,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted for admission to the University of Southern California School of the Cinematic Arts.

Your mouth dropped open as you read the first sentence.

“Oh my god,” You said in a whisper. “I got in.”

“You got in,” Jasmine repeated in a stronger voice.

“I got in.”

“Oh my- (Y/N), I am so proud of you!” Pippa was beaming while you stood in absolute shock.

“My sister’s going to USC!” Anthony yelled out, engulfing you into a hug. The girls joined in, everyone screaming and freaking out about the news as you stood, still processing what was happening.

You turned as you heard a knock on the door. It opened to reveal Daveed and Lin standing outside.

“What’s with the screaming?” Daveed asked. Your brother and friends looked to you.

“I got in,” You paused, your voice becoming more confident as a smile spread across your face, “I got into USC.”

They ran into hug you. The next several moments were consumed with yells of congratulations and hugs.

“We’re so proud of you!”

“I knew you could do it!”

“Our ‘lil (Y/N) is all grown up!”

Before you knew it, Jon, Oak, Chris, and Leslie were in the room as well screaming.

Later that night, you were joined by the cast for a celebratory dinner and movie night. As the movie played, most of the people cramped in the apartment were fast asleep. You looked to your brother who was wide awake with a sleeping Jasmine in his arms. He met your eyes and smiled.

“I’m going to miss you a lot.”

“I’m going to miss you and all these nerds a hell of a lot too. I mean it’s across the country.”

“But, you’re going to do so great. I’m so proud of you. I knew you had it in you, and I’m so freakin’ proud of you.”

“Thanks, Ant.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You looked back at the movie. His eyes remained on you, smile still on his face. You had been there for him whenever he needed. You supported him in everything he did and watched every show that you could. All he could do at the fact that you were getting a chance to live your dream was smile, just as he did. Words couldn’t begin to explain the pride that he felt. Sure, he was in Hamilton, but no matter how many awards he won through the show, nothing could compare to how proud he was of your accomplishment.

You made it.