#mg writes fanfic

[nivalingreenhow]

Insanity struck me, and I wrote second person Addams Family fanfic. Morticia/Debbie.

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Debbie isn’t like other people. You’ve known this since you first met her, since before she seduced your brother-in-law and trapped him in a nightmare of pastels. She’s special, like you, like your family. So, you’re not terribly surprised when she takes to electrocution the way you and Gomez do, back arching obscenely, showing off her ample chest that has distracted you so often. Instead of crumbling to dust, she trembles as the electric charge passes through her, hair standing on end. And she survives, turning livid, round, beautiful eyes on you all.

“You fucking freaks,” she hisses, and that familiar warmth spreads through your chest. Oh, she is magnificent.

You love your husband. He’s your world, your soul mate, your other half. And he knows your tastes, your need to explore other options, your hunger for the female form. He’s never held you back before, and he won’t now. All that has stopped you with Debbie is poor, naïve Fester. He is infatuated, even still, and you haven’t the heart to steal her from him. You can’t fault his taste. Debbie’s perfect.

“My goodness, woman,” Gomez says, delighted at the turn of events. “You really are an Addams! What a show, what a performance! I’d clap, but you’ve still got my hands tied. Tish, did you see?”

You can barely turn your head, but you meet his eyes. “I did, mi amor. Stunning.” You can’t help the lust that colors your words, and Debbie looks at you intently. Fester is oblivious.

He and Gomez are both animatedly speaking, telling Debbie how amazing she is, how wonderful, how well she fits the family. But you don’t hear it. You’re too distracted by how much you want her. You’d do almost anything to have her, to woo her the way Gomez woos you. To worship her as she deserves. It’s an ache in your chest, and you know it’s more than just physical desire. If she’ll only let herself, she will be a perfect fit. If she’ll just let you all love her, she’ll never go without, never wonder if she’s cherished or not. She’ll never have to kill another husband to fill that void. Unless she wants to, of course. You’re not one to get in the way of someone’s dreams, after all.

The enthusiastic praise from your husband and his brother seem to shift something in Debbie. With her hair still sticking up at all angles, she the anger in her eyes fades, leaving only realization. After a few moments, she starts releasing you one by one.

You rub your wrists, relishing the sting and bite where the restraints had held you, and you pick up your baby, telling him how smart he is, how brave and wonderful. Your other two children immediately begin interrogating Debbie about her set up, how she wired the trap so quickly, how she routed power, how she came up with a plan like this in the first place. You can see that electrocution games will be in your immediate future.

Debbie is taken aback, trying to process your family’s reaction to her attempted murder. If only she will learn to see the world as you all do. If only she will see that she’s one of you.

With her plan thwarted, Debbie is subdued, almost pliant as she let’s Gomez lead her up to the dining room. He’s declared a celebratory dinner, and you wonder how you can bed Debbie without crushing Fester because your heart strains in your chest, begging for her.

It turns out, you don’t have to do anything at all. Fester has decided that he and Debbie will have a more traditional relationship. He’ll see other people while she continuously tries to kill him. Both are happy with the arrangement, and you start inviting Debbie to afternoon tea. She’s delightfully unhinged, in a clever and charming way, her disarming smile hiding her devious nature. She’s darker and more twisted than you ever imagined, and you think you might actually die if you don’t have her.

It is months later when it happens. You’re in the greenhouse, chatting with her as you trim roses, and before either of you know what’s happening, she has you pressed against the glass, her hands desperately searching for some opening in your tight dress.

It's quick and messy and your favorite dress is in shreds by the end, and when you drag her to your bedroom, you think you really can have it all.

[icycoldninja]

Loving a psycho (Raiden x Reader)

You were nearly startled out of your skin when the doorbell rang at 4:00 A.M. You threw the covers off, slipped on a jacket, and headed towards the door, tired, cranky, and wondering just who the hell would dare to disturb you at this hour. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you swung the door open and gaped at the person standing before you.

"Raiden?!"

The cyborg in question stood on your doorstep, though there was something off about him. His normally grayish eyes were a bright red, gleaming with a sort of malice you'd only ever seen when Jack, his alter ego, escaped. Wait...if that was true...then...

Your eyes widened as you regarded the man before you, watching how his expression shifted from passive nonchalance to an amused smirk.

"Ain't ya gonna invite me in, Y/N?" He asked, in a playful manner unfamiliar to you.

"Yeah...sure." You yawned, excused yourself, then held open the door for him. Raiden stomped through the door, metal heels clicking against your floor.

"Nice place," He remarked, as if he'd never seen it before. "Real nice. You live here alone?" You nodded groggily, following him as he wandered around your house.

"That's good," He nodded, noting some pictures of you and him that had been propped up on a table nearby. "Real good." He chuckled, then spun around to look at you. "I'm gonna stay the night, you mind?" You shook your head slowly; there wasn't all that much you could do about it. If he wanted to stay, he would stay, regardless of whether you approved or not.

"Good answer," He grinned, reaching forwards and mussing up your hair with his metal hand. Sleepily, you directed him to the bathroom and told him to freshen up however he needed to while you made some coffee. Surprisingly compliant, he agreed, and closed the door on you with a smile.

Several minutes later, Raiden rejoined you in the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee (he drank his with a straw). The two of you sat at the kitchen table in silence, drinking your beverages with quiet respect for one another, but nothing more.

Truth be told, you were afraid and uneasy. This side of Raiden was unpredictable; dealing with such a devil was dangerous. Your rational side told you to be careful, to mind what you say and control how you act. On the other hand, you loved Raiden, and wanted to care for him--all of him, including his lunatic side. These conflicting thoughts swirled around your head, honestly making you doubt your own sanity. Should you regard Jack The Ripper as a suspicious individual? Or should you treat him the way you treat Raiden, considering they are technically the same person? You sighed, forgetting for a moment that Raiden had been watching you this whole time, and that he could sense your feelings.

"Look, I'm not gonna hurt you." He ventured, setting his cup down and reaching across the table for your hand.

"I know," You responded, taking his clawed appendage in yours before bringing it up to your lips and planting a kiss on it. "I just...sometimes I wonder if...well...I can trust you."

Raiden let out a small, uncharacteristic sigh, his red eye lowering to the ground somewhat guiltily.

"When I wanna rip, I'll rip--I'll rip em all. But not you." His gaze flitted back up to yours, a small smile on his face. "I won't rip you. I...I'm gonna keep ya safe."

"Why?"

"Cause...I love ya."

For a moment, the cold gleam in his eyes vanished, revealing the admiration, respect, and love he had for you. All suspicions you previously held vanished; you stood up, crossed over to him, and threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly.

"I love you, Jack--all of you." You weren't entirely sure whether or not you were actually talking to Jack at the moment, but it didn't matter. Raiden chuckled, though not in that menacing manner he often did while in this state. He was truly happy, holding you in his arms; happy that you loved him despite his many problems. The redness in his eyes disappeared and the Raiden you were more familiar with returned. You pulled away from the hug and pressed a kiss to his metal jaw.

"I love you so much," You repeated, resting your head on his shoulder. Raiden nodded, running a hand through your hair.

"I love you too, Y/N--and thank you. Thank you for loving a psycho like me."

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

how it feels making your characters say the title of the fic they are in during a dialogue

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

Decomposition

Gray Fox's POV while being experimented on/transformed by Dr. Clark.

(AKA Nate tries horror. Again)

[chaosdeprived]

the bleeding heart on your sleeve

Fandom: Abigail (2024)

Pairing: Joey x Sammy (JoeySammy)

Word Count: 3.3k

Content / Warnings: Abigail (2024) spoilers. (Please don't read if you haven't watched the movie yet!) Canon divergence. Post-canon. Blood and injury. Vampire feeding.

Summary: Joey didn’t sign up to deal with a fledgling vampire with soft blue eyes and a warm smile. (And her newfound appetite.)

[godtier1]

Updating my pinned for new mgs fics UwU

How Far We’ve Come

Complete, 10k

Dave and Hal had come so far in only six years. They began their journey as friendly acquaintances, mutually dedicated to the cause of peace, but ended it as so, so much more.

Or

Five times Dave mentioned marrying Hal, and the one time Hal brought it up himself.

Fireflies

Complete, 15k

In the three years since Philanthropy’s conception, in the face of infiltration missions and gun fights and life on the run, it was truly ironic that the worst emergency they’d faced to date was appendicitis.

Blind and Frozen

Complete, 23k

As Hal watches the Discovery go down in a brilliant explosion, watches as Dave goes down with it, he imagines his future with the man he loves coming to an abrupt end. However, he simply refuses to accept their fate, and vows to save Dave at all costs. As he fights to keep them both safe from the dangers all around them, and as he races the clock against the infection brewing in Dave’s lungs, he doesn’t notice that his own time is running out.

Jupiter in the Seventh House

Complete, 47k

Six years after Solid Snake’s final mission, David retires to the relative quiet of rural North Dakota with his partner, Hal and their daughter, Sunny. Their simple life together is well-earned, and Dave is content to let it play out peacefully.

After more than a decade together, Dave is finally ready to propose to the love of his life. However, Sunny won’t let him half-ass something this important, and decides she must intervene.

Or

Five times Sunny helps Dave propose to Hal, and the one time it actually sticks.

Event Horizon

In-progress, 5.4k

Star maps written in their skin, paid for with blood and sacrifice, leading them to orbit a metaphorical black hole that neither of them desires to escape.

Or

Dave and Hal’s lives, told in snapshots via the scars they are burdened to bear.

[sionevo]

OTASUNE DOODLE AND DRABLE FOR MY POOKIE

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David found his gaze irresistibly drawn to the man sleeping soundly before him. It was evident that the man was pushing himself to the brink, straining his limits in an attempt to overcompensate for something that required no compensation at all. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown, the unfairness of the situation gnawing at him. Of all the people in the world, why should Hal be the one to be caught in such a predicament? He deserved a normal life, one filled with mundane joys and simple pleasures. A life that David, despite his deepest desires and most fervent wishes, knew he could not provide. It wasn’t fair.

With a slow, deliberate shake of his head, David allowed a heavy sigh to escape his lips. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders in that single moment, silence enveloping the room around him. As if he were embarking on one of his stealth missions once again, he began to tread lightly. His destination was Hal, who was engrossed in the slumber who over took him who knows how long ago.

With a gentleness that belied his rugged exterior, David reached out, his hands gliding over the laptop. His fingers brushed against the cold metal, slowly sliding it away from Hal's vicinity. With a soft click, the laptop shut, plunging the room into a hushed stillness. In a fluid motion, David leaned over, his hands closing around the edges of the chair. With a careful nudge, he began to scoot the chair out, creating enough space for him to maneuver. Hal's presence was still grounded in the chair, oblivious to the subtle changes happening around him.

Without a moment's hesitation, David bent down, his strong arms sweeping beneath Hal's slumped form. In one smooth, practiced motion, he scooped Hal into his arms, holding him close against his chest. Hal’s hands, once busy on the laptop keyboard, now hung limply by his side, swaying gently with each careful step David took. David began the short journey towards the bed, each step measured and precise. The world held its breath as he moved, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the faint creaking of the floorboards under his weight.

With great care, David gently eased Hal down onto the soft bed. Hal stirred in his sleep, his face etched with a heaviness that suggested dreams filled with profound thoughts. David stood there, frozen in place, rooted to the spot in fear of inadvertently waking him up and disturbing his peaceful slumber. The soft mutterings that escaped Hal's lips were mumbled and unclear, adding to the mystery of his dream-infused utterances. As Hal shifted his body weight to one side, his front now facing David, the latter couldn't help but watch him with a sense of intense fascination.

David decided to linger a while longer, to be absolutely certain that Hal was deep in sleep before attempting to move away. Just as he was about to take a cautious step back, he was startled by a sudden movement. Hal, still caught in the throes of sleep, had reached out with a fast-moving hand. His fingers, cool from sleep yet filled with a sleepy strength, found David's hand and intertwined with his. The single word he uttered was a plea, a command, a request. "Stay," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep and something undefinable. And in that moment, David knew he couldn't leave. He simply couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to protest to stay awake, to plan out the next day down to how many breaths to take, to make sure Hal stayed safe- he couldn’t leave in this moment.

Despite the fact that the plea, mumbled under the weight of sheer exhaustion and laced with the undertones of delusion, could very well be devoid of any significant meaning, David still found himself drawn to the idea of fulfilling it. His heart resonated with the request, subtly compelling him to take action, to bring some sort of resolution to this potentially inconsequential request.

In response to Hal's request, David found himself slowly maneuvering his hand to gently squeeze Hal's. "I'm here," he whispered softly, the words almost lost in the stillness of the room. The relief that washed over him was almost palpable as he watched a small, contented smile spread across Hal's face and David couldn’t help but slightly follow suit.

Carefully maneuvering his way over Hal’s slumbering form to claim the only free spot next to him on the compact sleeping surface, David had to exercise caution to make sure he did not inadvertently inflict any harm on his companion during the process. The moment David had managed to settle himself down as gently as possible, Hal’s sleeping body responded almost instinctively, flipping over to align with David’s position. His arms folded between the two of them in such a way that it was as if even in his sleep, his subconscious mind was aware enough to guide his actions, ensuring that his positioning was considerate and respectful, not overbearing or intrusive. It was a subtle testament to the deep-seated bond between them, one that often manifested itself in these small yet significant ways.

David couldn't help but take notice of it - the delicate manner in which Hal always ensured his comfort. It was the sweetest thing, really, the way Hal would go the extra mile, always going beyond what was expected to make sure David felt at ease in every possible way. This realization stirred something within David, and before he knew it, he found himself reaching out towards Hal. His hand, roughened and worn from years of hard work, stretched out and gently brushed Hal's cheek. His fingers, scarred and callused from a lifetime of experiences, danced their way over the smooth, soft skin of Hal's face, tracing the curvature of his features. Hal’s face wore such a gentle expression, an expression that drew David in and held him captive.

Unaware of the passing moments, he found himself gradually edging closer, instinctively seeking to eliminate the minuscule distance that separated them. His hand, as if acting on its own accord, reached out towards Hal's hand, which lay open and inviting. He was prepared to make minor adjustments, ensuring comfort for both of them. He had never really paid attention to how perfectly their hands seemed to intertwine, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together flawlessly. He also noticed the softness, a contrast to the roughness he was accustomed to from his own palms.

David's hand began to move, gently caressing Hal's hand in a tender dance that was as light as a feather. His hand swayed back and forth across the sensitive surface of Hal's palm, eliciting a sense of warmth and intimacy. In that moment, David let his guard down, surrendering to the emotions that had been stirring within him.

His hand, initially used for the subtle dance, now firmly entwined with Hal's. He shifted slightly, and his free hand, previously idle, now found a purpose. It moved to lightly trace the back of Hal's hand, adding to the symphony of touch that was playing out between them.

As the minutes ticked by, David found himself losing track of time, lost in the intricate dance of touch and connection. The room was filled with a profound sense of peace and tranquility, a perfect encapsulation of the silent bond shared between them. This could be their world, their reality. There was a chance.

[starsfic]

Absolutely Not

I have no idea where this came from, I've only seen Mean Girls a few times. I was just rewatching my favorite animatic of "Someone Gets Hurt" and noticed how the artist made Aaron be visibly uncomfortable during Regina's song.

So this late-night fic came up.

-_-

SLAP.

Cady wasn't sure what happened.

One second, Regina approached Aaron to talk to him for her. Cady had stayed back, hoping. She had no idea how to flirt with guys, so it had been really nice for Regina to offer! She tried to ignore the stares burning into her ghost bride costume and had just focused on the pink of Regina's bunny costume and the confidence on her beautiful face.

Except Regina was holding her face, staring at Aaron with wide eyes. The party had gone dead silent, staring at the two exes.

"Did..." Regina stammered, the confidence gone entirely. She looked as though Aaron had kicked a lion cub in front of her. Or maybe she looked scared. Cady definitely did- she had never seen such a vivid look of hatred on Aaron's face. "Did you just hit me?"

"I'm tempted to do something worse, but I don't want to get arrested for murder. Jailtime isn't worth murdering a bitch like you." Regina and Cady's jaws dropped. Aaron didn't pause, prodding Regina in the chest. "Thanks for reminding me of what kind of psychopath you are."

"You- You think I'm a psycho?!" Regina's eyes beaded up with tears. "How can I-?"

"You're right. Psycho isn't the right term." Aaron prodded Regina in the chest again. "You're a manipulative-" Prod. "Cheating-" Prod. "Miserable-" Prod. "Bitch!" Regina's jaw dropped again, but it seemed Aaron wasn't done. "You get off making your ex-friends and ex-boyfriends miserable."

A warm hand on her shoulder forced Cady to tear her eyes away. "What's going on?" Gretchen said, staring at Regina and Aaron like she had never seen them before. Karen hovered close, looking terrified.

Cady shook her head, unsure of what to say. "I don't know. Regina said she would talk to Aaron and now..." She gestured to the scene and, wait, was Aaron gesturing at her?

"She's a perfect example of how you're so miserable that you have to make others miserable! You wanted to ruin my chances of dating someone who seems really nice and cute and way more creative than you-" Cady felt her cheeks heat up at the words. "With your bullshit!But, no! No! Absolutely not!"

Regina seemed too stunned to speak. Aaron didn't wait for her to.

Instead, he was walking over-

Cady felt herself go stiff, unsure what to do under the weight of all the eyes swinging back to her. Should she run? Hide? She wanted to do both with the way Regina's glare narrowed onto her. Now she could see the apex predator that Janice claimed she was-

"Hey, Cady," Aaron said, sounding like he hadn't chewed Regina out. He was smiling shyly. "I heard you liked me?" She barely managed a nod. He chuckled, his smile growing wider. "That's...really cool."

He paused and held out a hand. Cady didn't know what else to do besides taking it. Aaron stared at their hands.

Okay, go time. She plucked up her courage. "...wanna go on a date? I mean, I don't really know what constitutes as a date-"

Aaron's warm chuckle interrupted her. His thumb rubbed against her knuckles soothingly.

"I would love to."

[thealienzach]

Writing Psycho Mantis is fun because you can do shit like this and completely get away with it. I ❤ awkward responsive narration.

[emjee]

So while I was in England I got to sing evensong at St. Albans cathedral, and on the tour we took beforehand I got to see MEDIEVAL GRAFFITTI

Those of you who were around for You Do Not Have To Be Good can imagine the intensity of !!!!! that I felt

[nivalingreenhow]

After an absence that doesn't rival my longest hiatus, but was still pretty long, I'm finally posting fic again

[icycoldninja]

Maintenence day (Raiden x Reader angst)

"Can you hold still?!" You grumbled, squinting into the dark metallic cavity before you, trying to find that wire you'd just lost thanks to Raiden's sudden jump.

"I would, if you didn't keep messing with the wrong circuits." Raiden replied, sullenly. You sighed, reaching into the maze of wires with a pair of thin tweezers.

"How am I supposed to know which ones deal with your motor functions and which ones don't?" Raiden scoffed in response, casting a sour look at you over his shoulder, but otherwise said nothing. You frowned, finally finding the wire you were looking for and connecting it to what you supposed was the right socket.

It was not.

A horribly loud buzzing sound resounded from Raiden's back before an electric jolt wracked his body, causing him to practically leap off the operating table with a loud yelp.

"Shit!" You quickly reached in with with your pliers and yanked the wire out before it could cause any more damage. The crisis averted, Raiden sighed and sank down on the table, head in his hands. "Sorry, Rai," You apologized, pulling out Doktor's handwritten guidebook and flipping through the pages. "Aw, damn," You groaned, realizing your mistake. "Red wires were for the electricity supply..." Raiden sighed, shaking his head.

"You should have let Doktor do this." You shook your head, reading through the guidebook with a tight, thoughtful frown.

Today was Raiden's weekly tune up, a time when Doktor usually performed maintenance on Raiden's cybernetic body. However, recently, Doktor had been very busy with other projects and didn't have time for the maintenance operation--which was where you came in. You decided that since Raiden was your boyfriend, it was nessescary to learn how his parts worked, so you could not only help out the hardworking doctor, but have a chance to spend more time with your favorite ninja. Of course, since you had little to no experience with this type of technology, Doktor compiled a short handbook describing everything that needed to be done, which things did what, and so on.

You stared at the aforementioned book in silence before picking up your tweezers and reaching into the jungle of wires once again, this time pulling out a thick red wire. After consulting the guidebook once again, you plugged it into another socket; thankfully, nothing happened. You continued carefully rearranging Raiden's circuitry with very few mishaps hindering your progress. At the very most, Raiden's body would suddenly twitch because you pinched a nerve wire by mistake, which was something he really didn't like.

"Seriously, you're terrible at this."

"Shh, Rai, I'm almost done." You replied, plugging in the last wire before closing up his back. "Now, we move on to the arms and legs." Raiden let out a low grumble while watching you pick up a screwdriver. He sat there sullenly and watched as you unscrewed the panels on his legs, popped them off, giving them a quick wipedown with some anti-tarnish polish, then slipping them back on. You did the same for his arms, and when you were done, you headed for his face, which prompted an unusual response.

The mere sight of your fingers nearing his face made Raiden shiver. He stared up at you with his one working eye, unusually pale and deathly silent. Fearfully, he watched as you crossed over to the shelf across the room to retrieve some tools, and by the time you returned, he was actually shaking, his wide, shocked eye lingering on the screwdriver and box of screws in your hands. As you neared him, Raiden shrunk away from you, eyeing you with a cold glare. He didn't like anyone touching his face--there were too many awful memories associated with it. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a while, before you finally spoke up.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Raiden," You said, setting the tools down. "I promise." Raiden sighed, lowering his gaze to the floor.

"Just get it over with," He mumbled, crossing his arms defensively. "And...try not to be too rough."

You nodded, gently taking his jaw in your hand and loosening the bolts that held it in place. It popped off with a loud clank, and you set it down on the table next to you. Acdording to the handbook, you were supposed to polish, then reattach it with new screws. You quickly and carefully cleaned the fake jaw, then lined it back up with the sockets and slid the new screws in. You soon became so absorbed in your work, you didn't realize the tears that were welling up in Raiden's eye.

"Oh shit, baby, did I do something wrong?" You hastily released your hold on him, backing away nervously. Raiden shook his head, a pained expression plastered on his face.

"No, you're fine....just...this stuff...brings back memories." You nodded, wishing there was a way to soothe his pain. "Finish the job," He mumbled, sounding like a dying soldier more than anything else. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

This was, of course, a lie, and both of you knew it. But it was his will, and Raiden's will must be done. Sighing, you took his metal hand in yours and brought it up to your collar bone, allowing him to feel the faint beating of your heartbeat.

"You're gonna be ok, Rai, it'll all be fine. I won't hurt you, I promise." Raiden blinked furiously, trying to force his tears back, but they just spilled out anyway.

He sat there on the operating table, crying silently as you worked on replacing his jaw. Once you were done with your work, you kissed his cheek, wrapping your arms around his torso, eager to comfort him after enduring what must have dredged up memories of a traumatizing experience.

"All done, Rai, all done. You did great, baby. I love you so much. I'm so proud of you." Raiden nodded, curling his metal arms around your waist, small sobs, along with many tears, spilling out of him. You held him tightly, kissing him, comforting him; giving him the affection he needed; the affection he deserved.

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

guys I think Im going crazy. I've been writing the wedding chapter for my fic and it's making me so happy, so jolly, so esthatic to see this two idiots be happy FOR ONCE that I've been hyperventilating, clapping, jumping in my seat, screaming even the whole time I spend writing. It has even becomed hard to write for me because Im just exploding!!!! for a couple of words I have written!!! Is this a common experience or am I just loosing my sanity?!?!?

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

Passionately Impassive

Neither Kaz, nor Ocelot, won Big Boss's heart. Neither of them realize this. Based on this tumblr post that thought it would be amusing if Kaz and Ocelot had this rivalry thinking that they each got Big Boss, only to find later in their partnership that neither of them got him at all.

Based on this hilarious post by @faksyan

[linashirou]

So happy about this! Now I will have all my info, chapters, ideas, dusts and stars together!

[godtier1]

Eeeeeeeey finally finished this bad boy! 🥳 Please enjoy!