FINISHED CHUCKY
I was skeptical about what a second season would even entale, but the set up at the end of the season one finale was pretty damn good.
The character arcs. *screams into a pillow* /posi
Tiffany seems particularly unhinged in this series, but ig dealing with Chucky for as long as she has would lead anyone to act that way.
FIONA DOURIF. SHE HAS THE RANGE. super excited to potentially see her act in other projects, I feel like she was in another show around the same time she was working on Chucky so I'll have to snoop around for that. And gods she looks more like her father every time I see her. /posi
Poor fucking Nica, man, that's one of the worst fates I've ever seen a protagonist succumb to
The dubbing/lipsync for the flashbacks was off 😭
Would love to see more of Tiff's backstory outside of Chucky's life
ANDY 😭😭😭 /posi
Definitely getting more of an idea on how to write my self-insert into this now
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The Thorn in My Side, The Gleam in His Eyes
Charles Lee Ray x Ash
Word Count: 816
Tag List: @heavenshipped @fangedwife
Summary: I wrote this a bit ago and never posted since it's a bit of a different tone than my usual writing, but what better time to dig up months-old work than in a mental low point? /lh Takes place in the 80s, pre-"death" for Charles, inspired by the lore we got in the shoe.
Warnings: Chucky & Tiffany's strained relationship (arguing in the first couple of paragraphs), smoking, food mentions, a suggestive comment.
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Charles and Tiffany were nagging, nearly shouting, at each other again, while Ash sunk farther and farther into their couch. He had been trying to watch Psycho with them, then Chuck made some snarky comment about Tiffany grabbing the popcorn and it completely disrupted the mood.
"That's it," Ash grumbled under the din, pausing the tape and pushing past the two "lovebirds" on his way out.
"Ash, where are you going?!" Charles called after him, breaking the argument briefly.
"I can't do this anymore!" He grabbed his coat and a pack of cigarettes before slipping out the door, slamming it behind him on his way. Once Ash had gone, the couple began blaming each other for his abrupt exit.
"You started this! You always start these arguments!" Tiffany accused.
"Do fuckin' not!" Charles barked. "You're more petty than me!"
"You act like an overgrown child with a murder obsession!"
"Have you looked in the mirror lately, toots?!" Charles turned away, going for his own coat.
"Where are you going?!"
"After Ash, obviously, he's my fucking boyfriend."
"But I'm you're girlfriend." Their voices began to return to their normal cadences, Tiffany beginning to tear up.
"You're also a fucking pain in the ass, but you don't see me kicking you out on the street yet, do you? Stay put, for my goddamn sanity."
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Ash wandered the cold Chicago streets, his glowing cigarette seeming like the only real light among the neon signs and the street lamps reflecting off windows. It had rained hours earlier; Now only the damp sidewalk and slick roads were evidence of that fact. Like how Tiffany and Charles had been arguing minutes before, but now the only evidence Ash had of this was a dull headache and a buzzing mind.
He loved Charles desperately, and he knew him well enough that he knew the man picked favorites. Chucky stayed with Tiffany because of their shared hobby and because at times her behaviors amused him. Chucky stayed with Ash because he was attached and couldn't bear to lose him.
A car soon pulled up beside Ash, keeping up with his relatively slow pace. The window rolled down and Charles poked his head out.
"Ash, would you get in the car, please? We don’t have to go back to the apartment." He pleaded. Ash sighed, stopping in his tracks and taking a long drag of his cigarette.
"And this is why I don't live with you two," Ash spoke and the smoke curled around his mouth like a dragon breathing fire. He then got in the passenger seat and the two kissed, long and tender.
"I'm sorry, baby," Charles spoke lowly, as if someone outside of the car would hear and ruin his reputation.
"I'd say, ‘tell that to Tiffany,’ but I know you won't. You're an asshole." Ash kissed him again.
"I'll apologize to her, too."
"Liar."
"I will!" Charles paused as he began driving around. "I can't promise it'll be good…"
Ash stifled a laugh, resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"That's what I thought."
"... Hey, can my half-baked apology wait until tomorrow?"
"You want to stay over?" Ash lifted his head, shaking out his hair. Charles nodded and he shrugged. "Alright."
Charles took Ash home, another apartment complex not so far from the one he shared with Tiffany.
"I wish you'd live with me."
"Set some ground rules with Tiffany and we'll talk."
The two went inside and Ash grabbed a styrofoam box from his fridge.
"Ooh, what do you have there?" Charles asked in mock interest.
"Grocery store fried chicken," Ash responded, plating the food and sticking it in the microwave. "You know I'm picky."
"Nothin' wrong with that," Charles hugged Ash from behind, swaying back and forth with his chin on top of his boyfriend's head.
"You are so finicky," Ash commented with deadpan amusement, "honestly, you’re worse than a cat."
"What do you mean?"
"One minute you’re at Tiffany's throat, the next you’re being all caring and cuddly toward me. You don't even like physical affection half the time unless it leads to sex!"
"And this isn't going to lead to sex?"
Ash smacked Charles' arms away lightly, rolling their eyes and making him laugh. "I'm kidding, Ash."
They retrieved their meal and the two went into Ash's room. "TV's busted," Ash warned between bites of chicken, sitting on the edge of the bed and facing the window. "I've resorted to the radio and watching the local soaps." He gestured to the apartments across from his, where people went about their lives, unaware of prying eyes.
"Hey, that can be fun," Charles responded, shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his tie.
"You're telling me. I've seen two break-ups and an affair in the past three days."
Charles snorted as he loosened his belt and finally laid behind his partner, tossing his tie to the floor.
"Sounds familiar."
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