#i miss chucky and tiffany together

[barclaysangel]

Idk why this quote that Chucky says is so romantic af to me

Maybe I'm just really single...or just shipping Chiffany, who knows~

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Multimuse x Fem!Reader - Muses as tropes

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of killing, nothing explicit but a little nsfw. I don’t know if there’s more.

Type: Blerps

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: The muses’ as some tropes! Maybe they don’t all fit as accurately but maybe I’ll do another one (?) idk lmk if they work or not.

Notes: I didn’t proofread anything. I don’t know if I’ll keep this up (?)

Jason Voorhees:

Fish out of water- Reader isn’t outdoorsy at all, forced to get a job during summer while college classes are out, they apply to camp crystal lake. The reader has a really hard time fitting in with the rest of the camp counselors, mainly for not knowing the processes of camp or how to handle equipment. One by one counselors go missing, often found in gruesome circumstances. One counselor takes a liking to the reader, when reader doesn’t reciprocate, the hazing gets worse. Eventually the reader meets Jason, learning the history of camp crystal lake, reader sympathizes with him. Jason goes on a rampage when he finds out about the hazing/bullying, until the reader is the only one left.

Michael Myers:

Grump and sunshine- More than likely met at the asylum Michael is incarcerated in. Reader learns about Michael’s past and struggles then decides to be his sunshine. Reader has the mentality of “I could fix him” but often is let down by his gruesome actions. Somehow Micheal is still drawn to the reader and does have a little bit of an obsessive bodyguard mentality. Reader is constantly kissing Michael and being affectionate. She’s the only one to get a non violent reaction from him.

Tiffany Valentine:

Wants different things- Reader wants to pursue Tiffany, but she just wants something casual. Reader spends time trying to impress her and make her realize they are the one. Tiffany could just want to date or go out every other day/the reader is not on her mind/ maybe she goes back and forth with chucky. Reader goes out of way to make Tiffany fall in love with them and stay with them.

Billy Loomis:

Unrequited love- Reader falls in love with Billy, going out of their way to help them and spend time with them but can’t help but be jealous of Sydney for being with Billy. Listens to him about all of his relationship issues, eventually learning of his double life as ghostface. Reader goes out of her way to cover up his crimes and eventually has to make a choice of whether or not to admit her feelings to him after taking the fall for one of his mistakes. Once the reader is detained, they have to hope that Stu or Billy could kill again to get them out of jail.

Stu Macher:

Popular boy x shy girl- Reader doesn’t go to parties much in fear of being made fun of or taken advantage of, until Stu meets them in class. After consistently pestering reader to skip class or hang out after school, reader eventually does so. With time they both become great friends, Stu takes the reader under his wing. He invites her to parties and even with the attention he receives, none of them are her.

Patrick Bateman:

Fake relationship- Patrick uses reader to make his ex fiancé jealous, he helps the reader appear more accomplished, spoils them to look their best. Fake dates turn into real ones, handing the reader gifts becomes surprising the reader with them. Once the readers eyes begin to wander, Patrick’s back is against the wall to admit to the reader that he doesn’t want her to be with anyone else.

Leatherface:

Love at first sight- Reader for some reason visits the farm and bubba falls in love with her immediately. He’s dumbfounded and clumsily follows her around the farm. Reader doesn’t understand but over time she gets to know him. Bubba spends his time picking flowers and trying to find a way to make her a mask. He mourns when she’s gone but when she comes back he’s all over her again.

Harley Quinn:

Amnesia- Reader and Harley wake up in a basement, tied together and without any resources. At first they start to bicker, wondering who got the other in this situation. Without any source of light or anyone to hear their cries, they start to get to know each other. After hours, they try to break loose to no avail, forcing them to continue their forced friendship. Eventually Harley forces herself out of the restraints, making the decision to break the reader free even with the danger of being caught. As they try to escape, they begin to retrace their steps and learn what led them to their initial predicament.

Poison Ivy:

Love potion- Ivy experiments with reader by trying her love potion with them. Of course it starts to work and now the reader is disgustingly lovesick and wants nothing but to be loved by Ivy. Ivy loves the attention and dedication but eventually comes to terms with the fact that this could be just the love potion. Ivy has to come up with a cure and after she does and gives it to the reader, the reader still loves Ivy.

Bruce Wayne:

Too dumb to live- Reader always ends up in dangerous situations, even without trying. ‘Batman’ or ‘Bruce Wayne’ always ends up barely rescuing her. She’s oblivious to the coincidences, however Bruce loves to see her from afar. He tries desperately to find a way to get her close to him, maybe by hiring her for Wayne enterprise or frequenting her job. Eventually, the reader puts two and two together and they confront each other about the coincidences. Eventually they start to date and Bruce has to maneuver with being Batman and being the readers body guard, basically.

Billy Hargrove:

Ladykiller in love- Of course Billy has all eyes on him at school, eventually making their way to the reader. At first she’s skeptical but decided to give Billy a chance, which he gladly takes. Billy slowly begins to fall hard for the reader, to a point where he can’t stop thinking about her, often going out of his way to be with the reader. Though the reader is skeptical, they try to avoid Billy and his advances in hopes of not being just another pursuit. With time, Billy has to prove the reader that she’s wrong about him.

Steve Harrington:

Second chance lovers- Almost dated, but whether reader or Steve weren’t ready, one of them got kidnapped by the government or in another relationship etc. Eventually reader and Steve (whoever left) has to entice the other to give them another chance. Really sweet and disgustingly romantic.

Steve Rogers:

One night stand- Reader and Steve hook up one night, afterwards reader avoids Steve at all costs in fear of bringing up that night. Steve goes out of his way to look for the reader, hoping to reconnect. He tries to be subtle about it, ordering coffee at the same shop at the same time she does, stopping by the same bookstore she meets her book club at during the week. Eventually Steve confronts the reader about them avoiding him, which leads them to reconcile and hook up again.

Bucky Barnes:

Disapproving parents- Though Bucky is a charm, your parents disapprove of your relationship, they think he’s far too old for you. Not to mention the kind of work he does makes them worry for your safety. You spend nights sneaking out or having him sneak in, you both can’t stay off of each other, even with the risk of getting caught. He spends his time trying to swoon you, not to mention your parents, but they simply side eye him. You think you have it under control until you don’t, it’s either him or your parents.

Loki Laufeyson:

Captor falls for captive- Throughout his time with the grandmaster, he was under strict supervision, one mistake after the next, he was forced to become one of the grandmasters bounty hunters. He was given the instruction to bring back a handful of women and men to serve in the grandmasters favor. After capturing a handful of prisoners, reader included, he takes a really great liking to the reader, instead deciding to keep her to himself. With riches and gold, he tries to buy her love, but maybe it’ll take more time for her to see the real him.

Cloud Strife:

Bodyguard- Reader meets Cloud in seventh heaven, not knowing the area, she opts to stay close to the bar. After some whispers among the bar, Cloud finds out about the readers lack of knowledge about the dangers of the area. Eventually Cloud decides to strike up a conversation with the reader, asking if he could help her get anywhere. At first the reader opts to get to somewhere safe to sleep, but as they get to know each other more, Cloud lets the reader follow him around. Though he has the second headache of keeping them safe, they take a liking to one another.

Sebastian Michaelis:

Runaway bride- Reader was in an unhappy relationship, or being cheated on, not knowing how to handle the situation in fear of her fiancée retaliating, the reader up and leaves the ongoing wedding before walking down the aisle. While running down the streets in her dress she bumps into Sebastian, who knows of her fiancée. Offering her to help her calm down, he offers her a place to stay until she gets herself together. She eventually becomes essential to the phantomhive household, still hiding behind Sebastian in hopes of never seeing her ex again.

Spencer Reid:

Professor x college student- Reader pursued Dr. Reid’s class in hopes of learning more about criminal psychology. After appearing in class every week without an absence, the reader tries to get close to the professor in an innocent manner, simply wanting to learn more and with hopes of making his job easier. The more time they spend with each other, the more they start to be attracted to each others features, way of thinking and understanding each other. Things escalate and they have to keep their relationship a secret in hopes of not being reprimanded.

Jason Todd:

Good girl/Bad guy trope- Though I wouldn’t classify Jason as a ‘bad guy’, seeing him with someone who loves him purely would be so cute. Reader met Jason at the park when walking alone, he decided to help her get home safely when he realized she was buzzed after drinking for the first time. After meeting in secret time and time again due to readers strict parents, they begin to fall for each other. “Touch her and you die” kind of vibe. Bonus points for Jason being the readers first everything or mostly everything.

[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

Halo, can i request hc (and plus a short story if you had the time) with logical, smart and scientist reader with Burning Spice Cookie. I was thinking their love life is always in chaos (pun intended) instead of being lovely dovely like the other couples, acting more like frenemies after all logic and destruction doesn't mix well in this cause

Cream Oreo Cookie: The Toxic Dynamic Spicy(Pun Intended) 😏

He doesn't know how or why but he likes your attitude you give him whenever you two fight whether its verbally or you just start throwing items at him or just full on start fighting him

He loves annoying the living dough out of you

Everyone of the Spice Swarm is so confused on how your dynamic work but they don't talk about it if they don't want to get crumbled by Burning Spice Cookie

Despite fighting every single day and time you both get to fix it up by the end of the day...

The two of you tried to break it off one time but it didn't end well

You both won't admit that you both missed eachother at that time but Nutmeg Tiger Cookie and Saffron Buffalo Cookie knows so the two have to get you two back together

Because you both compare the other Cookie's or Creatures or other Spice Warms with eachother

Burning Spice Cookie: Please, Even Y/N Cookie can do better than that and they're just a Cookie for The Witch's Sake

Y/N Cookie: GAH! WHY ARE YOU ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS INSTEAD OF JUST DOING WHAT I SAY YOU SHOULD DO! If Burning Spice Cookie was here he would just immediately do it with no questions ask as long as I spar with him

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie: If Y/N Cookie is better than me then why don't you have them to do this instead?

Saffron Buffalo Cookie: Then why don't you ask him to do this for you if you prefer his company?

Burning Spice Cookie & Y/N Cookie: NO, As if I ever go back to a Brute/Weakling like them again

But after some convincing you both eventually got back together thinking how the other was pathetic without the other one which is true for BOTH of your cases and not just one of you

A very smart and intelligent scientist like you was cast out of your kingdom for your illegal use of Potion Making and You just happened was recruited by Burning Spice Cookie to be his...Apprentice he should say...For you to be making him powerful potions that could make the Cookies Suffer as they slowly die in the most horrendous way possible

You we're both made from the Nether and are perfect for eachother!

It's like Chucky and Tiffany's Relationship it's a horrible relationship but you both need eachother

[bisexual-horror-fan]

For Multi-May: Chucky!Nica x Tiffany x Reader 👀

Okay! I am very here for this! Writing Chucky!Nica is always fun! Love doing a good threesome, hope you are okay with some strap-on sex! I used mostly he pronouns for Chucky!Nica because he is still all about being himself while in Nica's body, you know what I mean? Hope this satisfies! Multi-May continues on!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.1K. Chucky!Nica X Tiffany Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Threesome. Handcuffs. Strap-On Sex. Taunting. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Nipple Play. Orgasm Delay.

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Like That?

Chucky missed a lot of things about his old body, the strength and capability it had. Not like there wasn’t things to like about this one, he wasn’t going to knock having tits, and he wasn’t saying that it didn’t have its own advantages in some ways, but it just wasn’t the same in some respects, he could mourn the loss, or he could bridge the gap.

Technology is a wonderful thing to help do just that, thanks to all the advancements in sex toys, it didn’t matter as much that Chuck didn’t have a dick like he used to, when he can just buy (or steal, usually steal) a series of impressive strap-ons. Some were built purely for size meant to nearly tare you open, some had tubes in them to release lube that looks like cum, able to paint someone with ropes of the stuff or fill a ready and willing hole, making it so he was really play pretend, but Chucky had his favourite. The one he loved best was strapless, held inside with one end, curved to press that spot inside just so, the toy itself is long, curved, a little ribbed, had a spot to rub externally on and the whole thing vibrated not just his cunt inside and out but also treated whoever he was fucking to some of the same. 

And being treated you were, you’d been picked up by the duo out at a bar, the offer of a good time much too wonderful to pass up and here you were, I mean the two of them were gorgeous together and being pressed between two beautiful women there is no better way to spend an evening in your mind.

Tiffany was laying on her side on the large king-sized hotel bed, she had a drink in one hand and a remote in the other, her thumb toying with the control, a smile playing on her lips, as she asked, “How’s that feel?” 

The vibration of the toy currently buried in your cunt increased as did your pleasure, your back arches with a sound bordering on the pathetic, tugging on the handcuffs on your wrists, the chain of which was looped on part of the headboard over your head. Chucky laughed amused through Nica’s body, hips slamming forward more forcefully, burying the firm silicone into you over and over, every time his body met yours he was able to grind his clit on the small vibrating pad, a bright burst of pleasure whenever he was fully inside. The pleasure doesn’t even recede on pulling out, instead it pushes more strongly on his G-spot on moving back, it feels fucking incredible, almost like he really has that part of himself back. It isn’t quite the same as the real thing but fuck, it does feel amazing. 

“Guh-good, feels so fuck-ing good-” You moan, a shuddering exhale, eyes half lidded, chest heaving. 

“Yeah? Looks like it feels good.” She responds, grin widening, and she bumps up the vibration another notch, and you moan louder. 

It did, so good in fact you were getting close, your eyes start to drift shut, brow creased as you focused on the rising pleasure, teeth tugged on by your bottom lip, a hard inhale through your nose as you attempt to hold on. A small adjustment is made and the change in angle presses just right inside causing a jolt of sensation is so strong it makes you gasp out, “Oh my Goddd, just like that-”

A raise of eyebrows is followed by the slowing of hips and a taunting question, “Oh?” A grind into that new spot that makes you nearly sob, “Like that?”

The view is incredible, Nica just having on thigh high stockings and a bra, the cups pulled down to expose and push up her breasts, hands resting on your waist, sweat trailing down her temple, face flush and lips parted, eyes mischievous. You nod frantically, “Mmmff-yes!”

“Gettin’ close?” The question makes another wash of heat soak into your skin, and he slows further, you whine, “Yeahhh, I was, c’mon, speed up-” 

You start to move your hips, too impatient to wait for compliance, desperate to get off already and they both laugh again, “Awe, can’t wait?”

Fully stopping you want to cry, “Nooo, fuck, please-” and Chuck clicks his tongue sympathetically, “No, no, you want it, take it! Show us how bad you wanna cum-”

Tiffany agrees, “Yeah show us.” She moves closer, reaching out, fingers tracing the curve of your breast before gripping onto one of your nipples, a squeeze, a gentle twist, the sting of pain pushes you forward. Your hips start moving again, you try to replicate the angle and pace the same way, it’s hard with how your arms are positioned above your head, your fists clench, nails bite into your palms as you fuck down onto the strap. 

You watch helplessly as Tiffany leans in and the pair starts to kiss right in front of you, a whimper spills out, you want that, it’d help to be able to kiss either of them, would make you cum faster, harder. Your movements become needier and more erratic, little sounds leave you on every need fuelled move until they break the kiss, watching, leaning against each other. “Fuck that’s good-”

Finally, they start to help, Tiffany’s hand is on your hip pulling you, helping guide you as her other hand continues to tease your nipple, she continues to ease the work you were doing, and he starts to thrust again, meeting you in the middle, “Keep it up, and you’ll make me cum too.”

You moaned, head tipping back, you wanted that, desperately wanted to make that happen. “There you go, night is far from over, put in the work.” Tiffany teases lightly.

All your effort is working, you were close again, your thighs burned, hips hurt, but you didn’t fucking care, you were almost there. “Oh yes, I can see it, so, so fucking close-”

Her words make you moan, nodding frantically, and Chucky with this almost sadistic grin plastered on Nica’s face, voice is condescending as he tells you, “Give it to us.” 

That is what sets you off, makes the thread snap and all the tension come unravelling, body trembling as the pleasure overtakes, a broken sob that could be read as a mix of their names if you squint hard enough. Thank fucking God they took over because you could not keep moving, body going totally boneless, a beautiful fucking rag doll they were having endless fun playing with and still so much to do.

[xhellodollyx]

I still have to put together a summary and timeline of my chiffany fankid but for now i will share her faceclaim and her name and a rough, brief summary for her character.

Name: Amy Elizabeth Ray (faceclaim is Havana Rose Liu)

I'm retconning Don's shitty timeline for this: that Chucky and Tiffany were childhood friends that reunited years later in their early 20s. Amy was rather an unexpected but welcomed surprise for them (after the initial shock wore off), as they both had dreams of having a family. Amy was born in 1981. She was only 7 when Chucky died, and she didn't quite understand the severity of 'death' as she was brought along on some 'outings' by Chucky, though she never killed anyone herself. It was rather to get her adjusted to the lifestyle young, though never forced upon her. She didn't understand any of it, but there seemed to be something in her blood early on that called to it, the violence. She didn't understand it, only met with 'you'll understand when you're older' by her mother when asked.

Really, she didn't know Chucky had died right away. She just wondered why her dad wasn't coming home to tuck her in like he used to—Tiffany didn't want to break the news to her, and they were quick to move out of Chicago a short time after he was shot and killed, all the while Amy was not aware at all that he was dead. She'd ask her mother over and over again and was only met with a vague answer:

"He'll be back soon."

With tears in her mother's eyes, which Amy didn't understand. If her dad was coming home soon, why did her mother not seem so sure about that, why did she seem so sad when asked about Chucky at all?

Then, the nightmares started shortly after they moved to the trailer park. Nightmares of people dying by her hands, nightmares of her father dead, which didn't make sense, surely he wasn't dead, he was alive and he would come back, right?

Amy doesn't find out the truth until she's 13. Finally enough was enough, the constant questions about her father and where he was finally got her the answer she sought: but not the one she wanted. That her father was dead.

That led to her middle school and high school years being plagued with memories of a time she longed to go back to, missing her father, fighting this urge crawling in her blood, and fighting with the knowledge of who her father really was. The reality of what she was exposed to as a child hit her then, that the blood and the screaming and the terror in those victims' eyes had been real. That those nightmares had actually meant something. Amy felt conflicted. She missed her dad, she loved him, and she loved her mother, but knowing who they were, and what they did, it was a lot to take in. Was she really supposed to take their place as a killer too one day? Was it really in her blood?

It causes a rift between her and her mother—she starts to drift away into books and art, not able to figure out who she was and who she could be. School was hard enough, she already felt like a freak, made to feel like one, so all she could look forward to was going to college. Maybe she would find out who she was in college. That's what everyone says happens, surely it could happen for her too.

By the events of Bride, Amy went off to college. Only early on in her freshman year did she feel like maybe she could find herself and things were looking up. She still kept in contact with her mother of course, but it started becoming less and less frequent on Amy's end, too busy with her studies and school work to take every call from Tiffany.

Though the nightmares only continued, as they had since she was 8. But they were becoming worse and more frequent. Not too long after did she receive a call from the police, one she never expected, one that made her heart stop.

Her mother was dead. Electrocuted in the bath.

Amy had to drop everything, take a break for the semester to go back home and make arrangements, all while in shock, her grief slow, trying to process that her mother was dead, that she was now an orphan with no family at all. But when she gets home to make arrangements, she comes home to quite a sight—police everywhere, her mother possibly connected to some recent murders, dolls everywhere. And police asking questions about why her mother's prints and her father's prints are at the scene of multiple murders that just occurred after her mother's death.

Just how much else did her mother keep from her? What else did Tiffany not tell her?

[darlingpassion]

Merry Christmas! ^^ I'm hoping you're asleep now so you see this when you wake up- but if not Merry Early Christmas! XD

Obviously you deserve F/O imagines too ^^ This year has been a big one, getting your license and a car and everything, and I'm so proud of you! Merry Christmas ^^

~

Imagine spending a cosy Christmas with Tiffany in her trailer <3 You two sit down in front of a little portable heater and a little satellite TV and watch Its a Wonderful Life on free-to-air, your thick-tights-covered legs tangled up together escaping the cold. She makes hot chocolates (with some coffee in them. I remember you like coffee? Forget it if I'm wrong XD) absolutely heaping with fluffy mini marshmallows (And whipped cream, which she brings with her to the TV ^^ 'Splurged for us and got the good, thick stuff! Cuz ya deserve it, sweetface! Merry Christmas, babydoll') and you order in pizza or Chinese food! Its not a traditional Christmas but its you two, and warm feelings, and absolutely no Chucky XD

Imagine spending your first Christmas away from your family, on Captain Silver's ship with your mate, Scroop. You're feeling a little forlorn, missing seeing your grandparents during the season, and he doesn't get it (They don't have such festivities where he comes from- nor such attachments to blood relatives. Just mates.), he might even tease you a little-- BUT, when he learns about the mistletoe tradition he's suddenly very interested~ XD 'So any time that you step under this weed, we have to kiss?~ Hmmmm... '

Imagine spending a fun Christmas in Pleasant Valley with Harper. They have a whole festival for Christmas, and you and him help decorate together. He holds the ladder carefully while you climb up to decorate their giant tree in the centre of town and holds you hand when you're getting down like a gentleman. He lets you set a santa hat on his head (He doesn't quite understand the significance but he sure thinks you're cute), his hands on your waist and a handsome bemused smirk on his face, and keeps it on. He brings your gloves and keeps them in his back pocket until you need them whenever you forget. He uses tinsel to wrap around you waist and draw you closer to him... 'Now Miss Sarah, when're you gonna pay some attention to me, and not that dang tree, huh?... bet they can handle the rest a' this without us, right?'

Imagine spending a quiet Christmas in the store alone with Audrey II. You're humming your favourite Christmas song and putting up some pretty lights while nibbling on christmas cookies (Shortbread with dusted sugar, gingersnaps, sugar cookies with red and green frosting- whatever you like best ^^) and they're watching you with the most rivited, pleased smirk on their big grotesque plant-face. Like this adorable lil bud is all mine!??- hell yes. How'd a shrub like me get so damn lucky? Eventually they have to disturb the peace and wrap a vine around you, guiding you towards his pot and telling you how goddamn cute you are. How sweet. How delicious. How perfect. He's gonna make your christmas the best you ever had- but first he's gonna need to kiss ya on that pretty face ^^

Imagine spending your Christmas asleep in your bed by 6.30, eager to spend it with your rockabilly babe. He's waiting for you, high off the christmas buzz (And his version of eggnog. And the fact that you're here now. And he's own constant buzz), reindeer antler headband on his head and humming a Christmas carol (You can tell he's been rocking out to carols all day long). He immediately catches you and, starting to sing out the lyrics to Baby Its Cold Outside in his own rock & roll style, dances with you a little- dipping you at the end. Of course he had to serenade you, singing to you possibly one of the creepiest Christmas love songs, but it makes you laugh and thats all he was lookin for (; Throughout the rest of the night you get caught by the mistletoe in his pocket multiple times (Your lips start to feel tingly but you're not complaining XD) and drink eggnog you can taste clear as day on his tongue.

Again- Merry Christmas! I hope you have a wonderful relaxing time! ^^

RAHHHHHH I got too obsessed with the Killer Patrol AU last night I completely forgot to answer these!!!

AND I AM STILL DYING OVER THEM!!!

BRO I STILL CAN'T PROPERLY TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE!!!

Harper calling me by name, I gotta say, was what got to me the most XD like- watching my F/O's obsessively is one thing. Thinking about interacting with them is one thing. But them saying my n a m e??? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm internally screaming just thinking about it!!! And Harper wrapping tinsel around me?? Pulling me close?? Needing my attention?? wwsdggdfghtdrer7hewwshjhgrwdgyedftrdd4!!!!

And- And Tiffany calling me Babydoll??? AUDREY pulling me close and calling me delicious!?!? SCROOP WANTING KISSES!?!? PARTYING WITH RUSS!?!!? OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!

God I wish I could snuggke this prompts and hold them to my heart!! Thank you so much for this Christmas gift! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[calmcoldevening]

Tiffany Valentine-Ray x gn!reader

@0runforyourlife0 Of course i will write it for you, sweetheart.

Well, i think, you meant Tiffany from «Bride of Chucky», right? If it isn't, just tell me))

Tw: gender neutral reader, mention of alcohol

♡ The first time you and Tiffany met in some nightclub. Lights flickered everywhere, music screamed and people were having fun. You weren't an ardent fan of such places, but your friends begged you to go with them, so you spent the night in the company of loud songs and alcoholic beverages. During the evening you had several acquaintances, but only one stuck in your head. She was a beautiful blonde with charming dark eyes looking into the farthest part of your soul. It could be said that she was the most beautiful of all those present. She came up to you, playfully whispering her name, and offered to have fun, making you blush profusely when you agreed. And then everything is a blur. A few glasses of wine, a light touch of someone else's painfully soft lips, a trace of dark lipstick... You woke up in the morning and decided to leave as soon as possible, not daring to look into the eyes of this beauty on a sober head.

♡ Tiffany's kisses are something. Such a light touch to your skin, as if the most beautiful divine butterflies touch it, leaving a feeling of joy and euphoria on your body along with trembling and barely noticeable traces. She really likes coffee kissing. Sometimes she just tries to tell you something if she can't find the right words.

♡ Tiffany enjoyed spending time with you. Even if you thought that your night together was just an accident, she didn't think so. Maybe you're just a cute little angel sent to her by God himself for all her hard work? It doesn't sound good... But, simply put, she was interested in you. Very.

♡ And so, after a while, you "accidentally" began to meet Tiffany more and more often in crowded places. At first glance, it may really seem like a coincidence, but not when you bumped into her, and the girl looked at you with her devilish eyes, smiling the hottest smile you've ever seen.

♡ This woman is very hot and she knows her worth, she would never run after someone. But you're so sweet and shy, she could just give you a hint... And it looks like she did it. After a couple of weeks you have already reached the level of friends, and after another month you started dating, isn't it great?

♡ In your relationship, she will be like mommy. Such a charming, sexy woman, kissing you on the lips whenever she wanted to praise you for your next act. Yes, she was definitely a peculiar woman with a rather complex and violent character. Her desires can change in the blink of an eye, or they can remain the same for several months or years. Tiffany can be hot-tempered or playful, pushy and touchy or cute. But you love her any way. And she loves you, too. She knows that she shouldn't change for you, because you accept her for who she is, and she is very flattered. Why, you didn't turn away when you found out about her murders! Although she treated you with caution for a while after that, Tiffany was elated in her heart that she had found such a wonderful person like you.

♡ She can be caring if she wants to. If you are still studying, she will certainly cheer you up before exams and answer your principal's calls as your "mommy" if you do something not very good. During the school day, she will write you cute or hot messages about how she loves you and misses you, how she misses your warmth. She knows that studying is important to you, so she will support you.

♡ Pet names like "honey" or "darling" with the addition of her playful voice will turn anyone's head. And even you. Because of your frequent employment, you spend most of your time together in the evening. She's sitting on the couch, your head is resting on her lap, and Tiffany is stroking your hair, admiring the features of your face. God, you're so beautiful, she's so glad she's dating you! After a particularly difficult day at work, there may be several bottles of some new interesting wine near the sofa, which she will offer you to try. She will want to taste alcohol from your lips more.

♡ This woman is the very embodiment of style and fashion. She so skillfully emphasizes all her best traits of character and body with clothes that you often wonder if your dear Tiffany sold her soul to the devil?

♡ Tiffany likes to sleep with you in her arms. Her fingers are intertwined with yours, and your head rests on her chest while you fall asleep to her measured breathing.

"Sweet dreams, darling."

It seems to have been a particularly difficult day for you. Now you were sitting in the bathroom with your girlfriend, leaning back against her chest, and playing with your fingers in soapy water. It had been night outside for a long time, but you didn't care as long as you arrived in each other's company. It was hot in the room, and noticeable clouds of steam rose from the hot water.

You splashed your palms in soapy water, bursting soap bubbles with your fingers, noticeably feeling the tension accumulated in your body. Tiffany was sitting in the back, humming a tune to herself and gently massaging your scalp with her fingers. God, your girlfriend has such wonderful fingers. You blissfully closed your eyes, moving your head towards Tiffany's pleasant movements.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asks, continuing to caress your hair, "Your shoulders are tense, baby..." now her voice is full of concern. You exhale softly, still closing your eyes. "Just a bad day" Tiffany looks at you as if she doesn't believe you and smiles sadly. "Y/N..." the girl's hand gently slides up and down your neck, ending up on your chin, and gently turns her head towards herself "You know you can tell me what happened, right?". You nod uncertainly. "Very good, baby. I hope so," she babbles, leaving a few careless kisses on your chin line. "I love you."

Thanks for reading! Well, if you wanna read smth special you can write me ;) Have a nice day!

[streets-in-paradise]

Three times they told you Andy was gone ( and the one he came back) - Andy Barclay x (fem)Reader

Warnings: Inspired in The Odyssey, Andy x Reader as modern Odysseus and Penelope. Canon divergences with season 2.

Summary: You keep waiting for Andy against any reasonable prediction, clinging to the promise he made the day he left. Nobody else seems to believe he could still be alive, but you are convinced of knowing better than them. The hope you find in your devoted love compells you to find strenght and resist untill seeing him again.

Notes: Despite I wrote it as a separated thing, some details of the story remind a bit to my (still unfinished) multichapter series. It was partially intentional, although i didn't mean this to connect because I still haven't finished it, I found some aspects of its framework very fitting for this idea.

Tags: @losersclubisms

Kyle came to you with the tragic news: Andy had dissapeared. 

She told you he managed to save a few kids and many more after them. She had barely escaped, not precisely harmless, from suffering a similar fate. The complications from a nearly death experience, her own concerns and sorrow along with the urgency impeded her from approaching you sooner to tell you the full story. 

You cried together, but she could have never possibly imagined hearing what you had to say once the tale concluded and there were no more tears left to cry. 

“ He will come back, Kyle. He promised he would and I believe in him.” Was your simple conclusion. “ We’ll have to be more patient, that’s all.” 

Some would say that denial was the first stage of grief, but yours was a very different thing. You were convinced of what you just said, the hope was real. Mixed with sadness, perhaps, but very much alive. 

" Nothing can break your spirit, Chucky must have despised you as a kid. "She held your hand as she tried to fight a new flow of tears. “ We can't know for sure. This is way different than before. "

“ Lost, missing.” You immediately corrected, holding hers with a softer grip. “ And those who are lost can be found, or find the way back home when we least expect it.” 

“ Don’t make this harder for me, please!” She cutted you off, frustrated and broken in equal amounts. “ I'm still searching, i try to keep my hopes up, but things aren't that simple anymore."

She couldn’t possibly understand, not then and without a full insight of everything you have lived with him. 

“ Chucky took many things from me, but never my hope in Andy. '' You briefly explained. “ He found the way back to me once and he will do it again. If the bastard follows him, I will know what to do.” 

That was your choice, what you decided to do with what was given to you. His sister remained in touch, there was a rather constant flow of calls and you could tell she was still worried for you in at least two levels. One, the most elemental, was keeping you away from danger as she imagined Andy would wish. She would keep you updated, but never invite you to interfere with anything. Close to that was her preoccupation for your personal deterioration as you submitted yourself to an endless cycle of high hopefulness followed by crushing desillusions. Crisis after crisis, your belief would always triumph overcoming the doubts ready to face new disappointments that would never be enough to make you stop. 

Six months had passed and the sorrow of waiting began to consume you, but you were firm in your stance. At that point even the slightest signal was enough to speed up the cycle. 

A call from an unknown number that you picked with an irrational hurry completely in vain. 

“ Hello, (y/n).” A soft feminine voice greeted you with irony from the other side. “ We haven’t met, but I have heard enough from you. Duty of enemy in law, that’s how I name what we have been so far.” 

Tiffany

Of all the people on the planet that could have been in the spot of breaking your brief excitement, it had to be her. 

“ What do you want?” You asked harshly, trying so hard to dissimulate with anger the tears already falling down your face. “ I have nothing that could interest you, so what's the deal? Did you call to make fun of me? To threaten me? Nothing scares me anymore, you are wasting your time. “ 

She chuckled and you groaned with frustration. 

“ You know? I was thinking of you. Someone I love put you in my thoughts … but don’t worry. It wasn’t Chucky.” 

For some reason she was using a casual tone that sounded almost friendly, which weirded you even more. 

“ They have destroyed each other, him and Andy, exactly as I guess both of us have feared they would. With them gone, there is no reason for hard feelings between us. Don’t you think? You need me, no one would understand what you are going through better than I do.” 

The comparison was repulsive, it sickened you to an intolerable point. 

“ Don’t you fucking dare … What can you possibly know about how I feel, murderer of your husband? You don’t know me, you barely know Andy.” 

The cold reproach didn’t seem to affect her. 

“ You should have seen his face when Chucky said you were next on his list! I have no doubt he felt true love for you. I heard you both used to playdate as kids, right? That’s lovely, so sad that it wasn’t meant to be.” 

For as much as she tried to sound sincere, you weren’t buying it. All she wanted was to wreck you in order to feel better with herself. 

“ We ARE meant to be. Andy loves me as strongly as I love him and my heart tells me he is still alive. If you have given up on Chucky, that’s not my problem.” 

It was a well delivered low blow, but not enough to make her shut up. 

“ Life has taught me a few hard lessons, remember that I’m old enough to be your mother despite I don’t look like that. “ She praised herself in her replication. “ I was once like you: foolish and full of hope. I wasted many years of my youth looking for that sign of life and when I finally got him back he wasn’t the man I was waiting for. Don’t waste the few years of youth you have left waiting for a man that will never match your memories.” 

“ That’s yours, not mine. “ You snarked back. “ He is worth waiting for, I guarantee you.” 

“ Sweetace, Andy will never return.” She insisted, condescending. “ The devil knows more through being old than through being the devil …  Don’t become a prisoner of your love for him.” 

“ I will cling to my hope until someone would show me a body, a privilege that you had to help you move on but chose to ignore. If the worst happens, you can be damn sure that I will not fuck up the rules of nature to bring him back. “ You called her out . “ And if they happen to find a ring in his pocket, at least I would be damn sure that it was for me. That’s my privilege, because Andy IS a REAL MAN.” 

You hung up on her, leaving up to her interpretation where did you learn those intimate details about her relationship. She would see that your only explainable source was your boyfriend, and his had to be Chucky himself. 

She may have accomplished to hurt you, but you disturbed her more than what you intended. An unspoken work of collaboration with Nica, the indirect responsible of triggering the call. In her crushing accusations of being a captive object used as a sick replacement for the love that Chucky never gave her she included the reminder of that significant reaction Tiffany once noticed in Andy when your safety was verbally threatened. Self reflective narcissism projecting her experiences inspired the glimpses of advice she gave you, as if she would be helping herself through you. Bitterness acquired through the verbal poison made her wish she could hear you suffer, but she stumbled with the wall of your love driven unbreakable patience. 

Ten months had passed; and your few normal, unaware friends were truly concerned. Taking extra work and claiming you were too busy for anything wouldn’t convince anyone anymore. Neither would the ten thousand solitary hobbies you seemed to be practicing in order to appear less miserable. Many were blatant lies, but only one of those stood up the test of time. 

Knitting, you did well on that because it gave your anxious hands something to stay occupied on. Your fingers would acquire a faster response through the hours of practice and the visible results of your skill was some sort of fake proof of your pretended improvement. That didn’t stop your well intentioned friends from trying to drag you out of the house or even suggest setting you up for possible dates with guys they knew, but little did you know it would provide a vital service for you. 

A defense weapon to improvise as you were fighting for your life, stabbing Chucky in the heart. Old habit, you aimed there despite knowing well it wasn’t necessary to do so anymore and you could have carved deeper but something stronger than survival instinct or your hate for him stopped you.   

Obtaining news, the light of a possible lead to brighten your dark days giving a clear direction to your purpose. If he was dumb enough to show up thinking you would easily get killed without Andy having your back, the least you could do was to interrogate him before finishing him off. 

Restraining him was one hell of a job despite he was already physically compromised from the fight and you had high tolerance to bites. Guided by the livesaving hack once discovered by your boyfriend, you switched the strategy to straight up inmovilization.

Andy would have been proud, or very concerned for you. An armless Chucky tied to a chair struggled to move his tiny toy legs.

" Couldn't you be more creative or did you wasted all your braincells picking the murder weapon?" " He harshly complained. " I never expected too much of you, yet you keep dissapointing me. Do you want to be an Andy copycat now, (y/n)? "

The demeaning comments weren't letting you down.

" He knows how to be patient with you, i'm gonna skip it. "

Hearing you speak in present was enough for him to realize what the whole thing was about.

" You have to be fucking kidding me!! He ain't coming back, you dumb delusional bitch!! We took care of him. "

" Bullshit, you wouldn't be here otherwise. " You intensely contradicted. " I know damn well you never gave a fuck about me, Chuck. You only come to me when you think of hurting Andy. "

" Double bullshit, I love to make all my children suffer. You being the bottom of the barrel means I never used to have enough time to get you, but he is dead and nothing stands in my way now. "

Your fingers toyed with the sharp tip of a knife; a warning to watch his mouth.

" Where is Andy?"

" In hell, i hope so… " He mocked you, releasing a short noisy cackle. " i'm telling you the truth, but you can't handle it. You want to buy lies with torture and now you are mad at me because i ain't gonna sell. Self deception is an addiction and i'm not dealing for ya. "

He was just trying to manipulate you, or at least you wanted to believe that. ' Be still my heart' you would tell yourself. ' You can't break now, not for him to see.'

" Which one are you? Therapist Chucky? Fuck that! You better start telling me anything that could interest me or i'm going to invent a new mechanic to play pick up sticks. "

" What's your deal with knitting needles? " He asked, deviating the topic to show he was careless for the threat. " I'm not scared of your past her prime widow passtime, I wonder who are you trying to fool with that. "

" I'm making a blanket. " You mindlessly told him hoping to get back on track soon. " Actually I started it a few months ago, but i'm always too bussy to finish. I'm planning to get it done close to Andy's birthday, it's also my way to tell him I want us to permanently move together when I will see him again. "

Chucky laughed histerically, but the line between joy and pain got blurry when you inserted a knitting needle in his ríght leg.

" Next one will go inside the eyeball, i have small crochet ones for that … SPEAK!!"

" You are delulu and I have no usefull reasons to go along with it. " He insisted, pretending to be freshly recovered from the strike of pain. " If I would have know that killing Andy would leave you like this, maybe I would have tried a little harder way sooner… The sunshine girl drawning in fake positivity has finally lost her mind. Just look at yourself, it's over and you can't face it. Andy is dead, me and the boys are taking over. "

You looked at him deathly in the eye, absolutely confident in your position.

" He will come back and slaughter you all. Every exit will feel too small, even for little bastards of your size, when you will be trying to escape him. "

" I can give you something better than nice bullshit to keep you happy. I will tell you why you couldn't finish that damn blanket yet. " Was his final offer. " It's self sabotage, your knitting is just a scheme. You work really hard one day, then procrastinate on purpose because that thing itself is a symbol of your waiting. Finishing it is facing the truth, once you are done with that you are done with Andy. "

The accuracy made you feel exposed, your secrets discovered by the enemy in a way you weren't ready for.

" Wait … what's going on?" He complained once more as he watched you pick a hammer. " Do you really think you can hurt me more than I just hurted you? Make both of us a favor and drop it. "

It didn't work, not at that point.

" You aren't my last chance, there are plenty more dolls where you came from. More can keep coming and I will eventually find out. Every single one of you will be comfronted with the same question, no one will step in my house free of interrogation. "

Nothing he could have said would have made a difference then, his end was seiled. Bashing his head with the hammer untill there was nothing left released months of frustration in a single act.

It was kind of healing. You were calm on the phone with Kyle when you later told her he was there, conveniently ommiting the darker details of his visit.

First anniversary, one full year of missing the man you loved with no certanities of return had passed. It sadly overlaped with his birthday, the last time you spoke on the phone. For so, it should have been a dealbreaker date, a wake up call. Common sense should have encouraged you to abandon all hope.

Dedicating that day to remember him was important, but you weren't going to go on in endless lamenting. You prepared a simbolical birthday table in his name, not a funeral.

The blanket wasn't finished, but you had a home made cake and little candles.

" Happy birthday, love. Last year I told you I was going to make it up for you because we didn't have that one to be together. We don't have this one either, but i'm sticking to that promise as I know you are doing with yours. " You thought out loud, reafirming your commitement. " I don't know how things are going for you, but no matter what I hope you may take a few minutes to remember how much I love you. Weird shit allways happens arround this time of the year, but for once I'm taking that as a sign. From now on things are going to change, something has to happen and whatever it is I hope that will bring you back to me. "

For once, your hunch was more than a vague feeling leading nowhere. Sooner than what you expected Kyle sent you some urgent sounding texts and the adress of a hospital. Confused but hopefull, you rushed there careless for the consecuencies. The furious beat of your heart was choking you when you arrived and finally crossed the entrance, all the weight of you accumulated emotions crushing you.

Before any encounters with familiar faces could happen you came across two teen boys. They were staring at you and speaking to each other in a way they intended to be secretive, but you could perfectly hear them argue.

" It's her! I told you she was coming! I texted her."

That definitely raised an alarm.

" Junior, couldn't you just tell Kyle?"

" I did, after she discovered I used her phone."

Apparently, you were deceived by a kid. However, the other was considering your perspective.

" That sort of thing takes time, you are going to make them shocked of each other. "

" i rather take the risk, Devon!!"

You ended up approaching them directly, aware of being their topic of discussion and seeking for answers before possibly facing a new dissapointment.

In a first instance, you spoke directly to the kid who dragged you there.

" So, Junior. it was you all along pretending to be Kyle. You don't know me, but she is my friend. Is she alright?"

There was a strange feeling of admiration in the way he was looking at you, yet at the same time he was like a child embarassed of being caught doing mischief.

" Yeah, she is." He nervously confirmed for you. " I obviously have a very important reason to do that, but is not her… You are Andy's girlfriend, ríght? Nice to meet you. He has told me so much about you. "

Your expression transformed, the mention of him made you get very serious.

" Andy? My Andy? Were you with him? When?"

" I told you to take things calm. " The other boy warned, then redirected his speech back at you. " We are some of the people he saved last time. I'm Devon and this is my friend Junior. He has a tendency of attachment to idolized parental figures and recently he has developed it for your boyfriend. We rescued him, I was the one who found him along with our friend Lexy. The terrible state he was in made Kyle think twice before calling you inmediately when there was time to do it, but Junior had his own proactive plans. "

" He called her in dreams … What was I supposed to do?"

Your tearfull eyes and wide smile made them see it wasn't a time for arguments.

" I have not enough words to thank you, boys. Mind if i give you a hug?"

Junior was first on the line, what made you suspect he was severely affection starved. He also acted as if he knew you, what brought to you the question of how much time had he spend with Andy and what kind of stuff about you had he shared with the kid.

In contrast, Devon had a more normal distant reaction. However, the closeness of the words he approached you with impressed you.

" I never lost hope, i think it must be the effect Andy has on people. He saves your life once and you never doubt him ever again. "

It strongly resonated with your experience and he could tell by the shy smile giving you away.

" Definitely. " You agreed, thankfull. " How is him?"

Unsure of how to introduce you to everything, he gave you a criptic answer.

" The damage is not critical, but he is … changed. You will see by yourself."

They accompanied you all the way, sharing some details of their time with Andy in the meantime. Junior was very excited to tell you about all the chuckies they destroyed together, while Devon told you about his reunion with him. He said he found him degraded by the sufferings as a prisoner of the most brutal Chucky variant. Then, Andy arrived to some church institution where the boy was living. Devon and his friends were surrounded by the enemy, many other dolls there were plotting to kill them. You cassually commented about the one coming for you, but there weren't any explícit connections with their variants. Kyle found you in the hallway leading to his room. You hugged and she thanked you for keeping the faith.

Everyone was expectant for what was about to happen, but the outcome dissapointed the audience.

After a year of longing and suffering, when time to be together was finally there, you were both frozen in your spots. A distant silence reigned in your reunion as you curiously glanced at each other.

Neither of you imagined it like that.

The long time of using his thoughts of you as coping mechanism left Andy partially wondering if you were real. On many oportunities during his hellish captivity he imagined you and having the real you ríght in front of him was confusing. He could tell you shared that feeling, only under very different reasons. Your confussion was rooted on his unrecognizable aspect, your eyes were roaming him in search for the familiar features.

" C'mon! What's wrong with you?" Junior ended the silence, impulsively expressing his dissapointment. " is that all you have? He kills all the dolls and returns to your life after a year of craving to be with you and now you are going to just stare at him stone faced?"

The vocal defense of him that the boy iniciated on his own made Andy smile and in that slight switch of his expression things started to make sense for you.

His eyes, you could never forget the way of their shine following his smiles.

" Let her be. Looking like this makes hard for anyone to guess it's me. You don't realize that because you are used, Junior. " He softly corrected him. " I need at least a haircut and a beard trim so I can resemble the man she once fell for."

It was all coming together slowly, the sound of his voice got through the mist in your mind.

" I have been warned. Besides, outside changes don't matter to me as long as your heart keeps beating the same way. "

" If you want to test me, you are in all the ríght to do so. " He offered you, then deviated his glance briefly. " This must have been horrible to you, so I deserve it."

After all he had gone through, he felt unworthy of you. Watching you shyly approaching to observe him from up close made him feel embarrased. You were so beautifull that it hurted, exactly as he remembered you. In contrast, he was a wrecked man and his looks reflected it. At least you didn't have to see him at the peak of his misery like the kids did, but that didn't tranquilize him.

" I was making you a birthday present, but i didn't got to finish it. " You simply answered. " The work in progress is still making fun of me at home."

" Some things never change. " He sweetly mocked you. " Just like when we were kids, on the first goodbye. "

Unable to hold back any longer, you rushed to unleash all the intensity of your affection on him. It made the kid regret the reproach, but he was still very happy for you.

Andy was so happy he could have cried, the softness of your touch was something out of the world he got used to.

[heartsintertwine]

@bloodybcrbie cont. from here [ x ]

It’s been so long since he last had a dinner and a movie to watch. Chucky was so glad to be back and also see his past lover again. He wasn’t sure when he’d come back but Tiffany was the one who brought him back.

He couldn’t wait to cause mayhem once again, but the more time he spent with Tiffany he realized he wanted to get his own body again. It sucked he couldn’t do everything he wanted in the current one he’s in now.

He smelled the popcorn popping and realized what they were having. It felt nostalgic for some reason, maybe it was because he realized how much he missed the woman. He had forgotten how much he loved having Tiffany around, especially when they were killing together.

“Yeah, S’def been awhile since I last had popcorn.” He replies looking at the popcorn and then back at her.

“Where has all tha time gone huh, Tiff?”

[slashingdisneypasta]

I keep forgetting to send these in XD stuff I've thought of for the ship Grycho (you don't have to post publicly if you don't want to, I just wanted to be able to use italics and stuff)

- I'm not sure how you imagine they got together. But me personally, I think it might have been like a slow burn situation. Like maybe they got separated from the others somehow (whether it be for a mission or they got in trouble), and now they have to work together. Maybe whatever this situation, they'd see sides to each other they didn't see before, and it brings them closer ^^

(Either thar or, alternate scenario that's kinda crack, they were together but broke up before the gang got together, and are nowkinda bitter exes (or rather they're still in love and don't want to admit it) and that's why they fight all the time)

- Ok so I they did get together, I imagine they'd deal with their drastic horny levels in one of two ways. One, either Psycho will sleep with Greasy (when he's in the mood) for him. Or two, they make like some sort of agreement that Greasy can still go out and find someone to sleep with, as long as he always comes back home to Psycho (I'll be honest, I like the second option a bit more. It's sweet that they'd trust and love each other that much)

- if it's the latter, Psycho would be all over Greasy as soon as he comes home. Partially because he missed his boyfriend, and partially to get the smell of another person off of him (this will also become an indicator to the others whether or not Greasy got some. So Greasy can't lie about his fuck number anymore XD

Greasy: "Oh, I found a particularly beautiful woman last night. We had quite the time too~"

Wheezy: *glancing at Psycho, who's just doing his own thing right now* "... Really?"

- I'm not sure which I like better; them fighting less because they're now in love and becoming one of those complete opposite couples thar rarely fight, or they still butt heads, but now the other weasels won't try to intervene because they know that Greasy abd Psycho are going to be gross (as Smartass would put it) again in like fifteen minutes... Kinda like Tiffany and Chucky XD

(Omg. AU where Greasy and Psycho are Tiffany and Chucky. Who would be Glen and Glenda? (Stupid and Y/N from the Smartass' daughter AU XD))

- Also, since they're boyfriends, they can now do more missions together WITHOUT anyone else tagging along to be a mediator between them. I like to think that they have the potential to be a dangerous duo.

- If Psycho can get away with it, he'll refuse to eat anything that isn't Greasy's cooking. If he's starving, he'll accept a sandwich. But he would prefer his boyfriends food anyway.

Psycho: "No! I'm not hungry!" *liar*

Wheezy: "Look, Greasy has been gone for hours, and I'm pretty certain he's gonna be gone for another few. So please, just fucking eat sonething."

Psycho: "... No."

Wheezy: *smokes harder*

- not really a headcannon, more like a crack idea; in your Smartass' daughter story, Greasy and Psycho become Y/N's crazy gay unkles. If they didn't live with each other, Smartass would be like "Oh fuck they're coming over." Whenever he gets news that they're dropping by (assuming they'd even give him a warning XDD)

(Which also makes me think of when Jessica was asking 'What if she likes girls' in your last chapter. I can't stop imagining Greasy and Psycho just looking at each other in humor/sarcasm like "Omg babe, are we homophobic?" "I dunno, our pre-outing make-out session was pretty sus." XD)

That's all I've got today. I hope you like these! ^^

OOOOOH I'm picturing the Toon Patrol have to make a quick getaway and Greasy and Psycho were too busy fighting to notice- and then the van is gone and they're left alone together for the f i r s t time ever. They manage to find a phone, call Smartass, and ask what the motherfucking heck happened. When he basically says 'we had ta get outta there. You bozos were too slow. Now get a motel room and we'll come getcha in a week'.

And thus, their rom com beginning XD Greasy and Psycho stuck in a seedy motel with only eachother for a week (Possibly more is Smartass is feeling particularly mischeivious- or Wheezy pays him).

I love the second option too!! But like, imagine if Psycho only agrees to it because Greasy's never managed to snag ass before, so what makes him think now he'll be successful?? But then one day his manipulative pervert comes home covered in someone else's stink and a smug look on his face, and- YES!! suddenly Psycho is a l l over Grease. Rubbing himself on him to get his sent back on him.

Ahhh! Contrary-wise, I actually like the idea of them still fighting a lot!! But like- it's not out of hatred anymore. Just annoyance and differing opinion. The only way you know they're more then coworkers is the very careful way they watch eachother in a dangerous situation and the way they protect eachother ^^ (IMAGINE PSYCHO GETTING TERRITORIAL OVER GREASY. Like, someone's threatening to hurt Greasy and Psycho suddenly comes out like a rabid animal. Greasy knows Psycho will always come to protect him like a guard dog now, too, so he's even less concerned these days about insulting people bigger then him 😅😅😅) (Also, IMAGINE GREASY TALKING PSYCHO OUT OF SCRAPES. Like, if Psycho chewed up the neighbours rose garden and the neighbour was p i s s e d, Greasy would be there to smooth things over. 'Sí, Sí, no it will never happen again. Never. We promise you. Right Psycho?? That growling means sí. Bye bye now!~ *as soon as they're out of earshot* and good riddance 🙄, that rose garden was heinous.')

OH THEY'D BE SUCH A DANGEROUS DUO. At least that's one thing Smartass is happy about XD Wheezy, too, now he doesn't have to mediate 😅 they'd also be a pretty... scary duo, too though. They have very similar levels of empathy... which is not a lot. They'll get the info, and still kill the guy. No one will ever find the body and the only reason Smartass, Wheezy and Stupid even know what happened is because of a very suspicious grin the two shared at breakfast.

Omgggggg, that last one 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I need to see Jessica's resonce to that. She'd be so fucking done.

[murdercouple]

Another old fanfiction of mine. It's about how Chucky and Tiffany got back together. Be clement, i was 18 when i wrote these... 😅

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Together Again

L.A., 4:00 p.m.

Chucky let out a sigh as he caught himself in the mirror. "The f*cking première is in ten minutes. I wish i had a co-star, i've been doing this sh*t for three years. It was fun at first, but now the whole thing is getting quite boring"

Then he had a brainwave.

"Tiffany! An old flame and accomplice of mine! She's a born actress! I need to get to her"

Tiffany Valentine was a tall, blonde, beautiful woman who lived out west of town. She once was his girlfriend and henchwoman. They were almost teens when they first met in a rainy afternoon. She was his one true friend.

Suddently Chucky's director called him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Chucky! What are you doing? Don't just stand there, everything is ready!" He said.

"Sorry buddy, i can't today. I have to go somewhere, it's something very important" he replied.

"Man, you must be kidding me! The première is about to begin, and you leave!? Your schedule must not make you lose sight of your duties, and remember.."

He got no further, for Chucky's short temper mastered him.

"Bu****it! I'll be back as soon as possible, ok!? Now lemme go and stop bothering, before i cut your tongue out!" he returned, slamming the door.

Then he got out of the building without a word to anybody and left towards Tiffany's house, careful to go unnoticed, expecially by the cops that garrisoned the streets. When he started making movies, he and the crew had a bargain: if they kept their mouths shut about him ACTUALLY being a living creature, no harm would come to them.

When Chucky arrived at the door he knocked on it. After a few seconds the door opened revealing Tiffany, who, after an initial shock, recognized him.

"Chucky!?" She exclaimed, looking down with an astonished face.

"Surprise!" he grinned.

"I can't believe this.." she stuttered "You're back! I thought you had forgotten me. I'm so overjoyed..." she said, her charcoal eyes filling with tears despite her attempts to fight them back.

"Jeez Tiff, if you start with melodrama i'm leaving at once!" he chuckled, sarcastically.

"Can't help myself, i'm too happy. I would have sold my soul to see you again, even if for the last time" she said, a delicate, manicured finger drying her eyes.

Then she let him in.

He looked around..

"It didn't change that much... except that i was taller at the time!" He grumbled.

The woman giggled, getting a dirty look in return. He hated to be made fun of.

They spent the whole afternoon chatting about this and that: he told her about how he escaped death, about his raids.. Tiffany listened to him patiently as she mended his worn clothes and arranged his disheveled red hair . Then it got pretty late.

"Oh look! It's about seven o' clock in the evening! How 'bout we dine together? I'm making swedish meatballs! You love them, don't you?"

"You know i do, sugar"

"Come on, then! Let's celebrate this reunion properly!"

{ONE HOUR LATER}

"Jeez Tiff, what a cook! My compliments!"

he exclaimed.

"And it's all thanks to mother Margaret, who taught me" said Tiffany, proudly.

Chucky looked around

"Man, i'm feeling more and more funny. I remember celebrating my birthday here, with you, Eddie and company. And not even all the cigars i smoke can erase this familiar scent. I..."

"Speaking of the Eddie" interrupted his former girlfriend.

"how is he? I haven't seen him in a decade!"

"I don't wanna talk about it!" was the harsh reply. In fact, that question set his teeth on edge a little.

"Oh man, i guess i hit a nerve. Let's change the subject" She thought to herself.

"You know Chucky, i still can't believe you're back. It feels like a dream"

She said while swinging her long leg.

"Yeah.. i can imagine that"

He would never say openly that he missed her, too. His pride wouldn't allow it. But the way he was looking at her said it all.

"But, what prompted you to get back here after so many years?" she asked.

"Oh! Be prepared, i have great news for you " he said.

"Ooh, what is it?" She asked, sounding excited.

"I'll tell you at once: under the pretext of what happened to me, i started a movie series called "Child's Play". I suppose you heard about it, haven't you?"

"U bet'cha!"

"Well, i want YOU to be in it! What do you say?"

"...wait a minute, that's it!?" She asked, sounding quite irritated.

"How come 'that's it"!? Ain't ya happy?" He asked, raising one eyebrow and tilting his head a bit.

"Forget it!" She said, letting out a heavy sigh.

She clearly expected him to ask her to get back together, and she was so disappointed he didn't.

She couldn't care less about the movie thing, she wanted to be with him. He being now an ugly cork wasn't going to stop her. She gave zero damns about such superficial things.

It is my private belief that both of them were looking forward to get back together, but both Chucky and Tiffany were stubborn and excessively proud individuals, so that their self respect would never allow them to beg for love. But it was just a matter of time before one of them gave in.

"Da hell did i do this time?"

He muttered to himself. Then he caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.

"S*it, it's so late! Tiff, i have to go" he exclaimed.

"But where are you going at this time of night?"

in an anxious tone of voice.

"Ah, no worries, i'll figure out a place. At the very least i sleep under a bridge"

he shrugged.

"Pooh, don't be ridiculous! We're sleeping together!" she said with the usual mischief in her merry dark eyes.

He didn't require to be invited twice. A few moments later they were already laying on Tiffany's bed.

"Goodnight Chucky. Tomorrow morning i want you to taste my cookies"

"Don't even think about it! You're not planning on poisoning me, are you?

Well, goodnight Tiff" he said, patting her butt.

"Stop!" She shouted angrily.

"And mind you, if you start snoring, i'll push you off the bed, foot to face!"

"You're the usual ass*ole!" He said, trying to refrain from laughing and failing entirely.

Then both of them fell asleep.

CONTINUE...

[marvelmaniac715]

This is the final day of my Chucky fanfiction advent calendar, day 24! This has been so fun to write, and I’m sorry for the days I missed (won’t happen next year) but life got busy, and I couldn’t stop it. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and to those who don’t, have a wonderful winter season. Eat good food, spend time with loved ones, watch a corny old movie (preferably Muppets Christmas Carol) and treat yourself to something nice, cause you deserve it! This final instalment is pretty much an au to be honest. It will never happen in canon, but I’m a fanfic writer, and us writers can make up our own canon. This is the Christmas that Chucky will never ever have, but it’s my favourite one to write. A big family Christmas with Tiffany, Glen and Glenda! Enjoy it, and I’ll try to get out the fanfics that were requested in the next few weeks :).

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Glen awoke to something hitting into them. The something let out an “oof” sound as they landed. Peeking one sleep-crusted eye open, Glen could see a grinning Glenda perched on top of them, humming a corny Christmas tune obnoxiously as they bounced up and down. 

Glenda was never normally so cheery, but they loved Christmas because their parents always spoiled them both, both on regular days and special occasions like Christmas, where they got more than usual. Mom had been doing it since the twins were born, but ever since Dad came back into their lives (about three years ago) the gifts had increased, because he felt like he had to make up for years of absences. As Glenda once said “guilt can bleed a man’s bank account dry.”

Glen didn’t care as much about the gifts, they just liked spending time with the rest of their family. Mom was always busy working or (more likely) drinking, and Dad was off doing… whatever it was that he did that made him hurriedly take a shower before he saw them after coming home. But at Christmas, they were all together. Their parents would probably fight, and Glenda would probably steal some cookies before they were officially allowed to eat, but it would be the perfect family Christmas.

Getting sick of the humming, Glen rolled over, making Glenda topple to the floor with a loud thump. They whined dramatically upon landing, but Glen just rolled their eyes and sighed, offering no help or sympathy to their distressed sibling.

The noise drew the attention of their Mom, who called up the stairs, asking what was wrong. Quickly covering Glenda’s soon to tattle mouth, Glen assured her that it was nothing, and went to get dressed in a festive sweater.

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Once downstairs, the twins were met with a large pile of presents, wrapped in colour according to who’s gift was who’s. Glenda’s stack was always purple, and Glen’s was always green. That way it was easier to keep track, especially if their gifts were similar. 

Mom and Dad were sitting in their armchairs. Dad had a little toddler’s chair because he was too small to reach a regular chair. They were both wearing festive sweaters themselves, although Mom was wearing a Santa hat and Dad wasn’t. His hat was in a crumpled heap on the floor near his chair. He’d probably thrown it off in frustration. Dad hated hats, could never stand them, from birth he claimed, but the twins were sure he was just exaggerating about that.

Glenda tore through their presents like a rabid beast, whooping and hollering with delight when they unwrapped the things they wanted. But not once did they thank Mom and Dad. Mom looked disappointed about that, but Dad had just laughed and said that it was ‘just that age’. 

Glen took a much more delicate approach to opening their gifts. First, they’d gently unwind the ribbon, putting it down on the table next to them. They loved crafts, so they’d find a way to reuse the ribbon. Then they’d slowly peel off the wrapping paper, careful to preserve it as much as possible. It would go into a collage book they were working on later that day. Then they’d take time to look at their gift and carefully put it to once side whilst they profusely thanked their parents, usually with hugs and kisses on the cheek.

Glenda had always said that this approach wasted a lot of time, but Glen thought it was nicer to be thankful and careful. That was just another point on which they disagreed, they supposed. Mom opened her presents exactly like Glen did, but Dad tore through his gifts quicker than Glenda, breaking the more fragile ones in his rampage. It was so strange how each twin was a carbon copy of one of their parents. 

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Dinner was (as always) a grand affair. They were all laughing and joking over a large plate of turkey with stuffing, knocking back champagne (Glen and Glenda were allowed small glasses as a holiday treat) in crystal glasses that probably costed hundreds of dollars.

Of course, half of the desserts were gone. Mom didn’t have the energy to scold them, so she passed the responsibility onto Dad. But he cackled and nodded approvingly, saying ‘that’s my kid alright!’ So that was a lost cause.

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Before heading up to bed, final hugs and Christmas wishes were exchanged. Dad was pissed off because Mom was punishing him for trying to murder a carol singer by making him go to bed early. But he still gave Glen and their twin big hugs, although, the hug he gave Mom looked more like strangulation.

That night, Glen went to bed with a peaceful smile on their face. Sure, some things had gone wrong, some arguments broke out (like when Dad called Mom a dirty bitch for not giving him third helpings) but it had been a great day.

Glen didn’t have a picture perfect family. What they had was a messy, dysfunctional, but altogether loving family at the end of the day. They got on each other’s nerves most of the time, but they loved each other dearly, and Glen knew that none of them would have it any other way. 

[cornerofhell]

How did da boi meet his lovely girlfriends who he loves SO very much?

OOOOOH!!!!

I love this question.

Fiery Rose was put up for adoption when she was born because Columbia wanted to give her a better life, but unfortunately she grew up in foster care instead.

She and CJ went to elementary school together until the day that CJ, his sisters, and momma all "died".

During that time, Fiery discovered her truth and began going as her name, missing her friends and crush all the time.

Meanwhile, CJ was alive and being held captive with his sisters, and Glen/da. Seed of Chucky happened, Chucky and Tiffany made their deal with Lucifer, and CJ was given his human form as well as the rest of his family.

See, a lot of victims and slashers were brought back because.... Idk, so Eddie and Columbia were brought back. Columbia went looking for her child (dragging Eddie with her. But he also wanted to go meet his kid that he never knew existed so) and found Fiery and adopted/stole her ass.

When Chucky found out Eddie was alive... He had to go see and the family went with him, and in doing so, Fiery and CJ (and Kandy and Bonny) reunited.

They began to happily date!

Then the rays began getting acquainted with other slasher, which included the Sawyers! Chucky met Bubba's family and in doing so, CJ and Fiery met Bethy, this sweet, tomboy baker.

She offered them jobs at her bakery, they accepted and that fell into love and they're all a happy throuple!

[littleliteraturersj]

Chucky Admits It. (newest excerpt from HoH:DC)

-Once again Chucky was mentally marinating over the visual and the potential meaning behind it. Tiff. Marriage. Miss. Putting the context clues together, he put out his best guess; “Do I miss my wife?”

Another nod from Jason.

Chucky blew some air out from his lips, both of his hands clamping down on the edge of the island he sat on top of. Rocking gently, he contemplated the question. “Do I miss her.” He said rather than asked. This time he sighed, looking back down at his shoes. Did he?

Him and Tiff were..

He shook his head to himself. If he had a way to put it, he’d say their relationship was unique. Even trying to recall half of the shit they’d been through together was exhausting. They definitely had history, and that was the thing about history..

That shit just keeps repeating.

But did it bear repeating? That was the real question here. As much as she drove him up the fuckin’ wall, he couldn’t deny that she had been the best he’d ever had. He had been crazy about her, infatuated, and yeah, in love...As hippie as that sounded. Once upon a time, he would have done anything for that broad. No other girl knew him, got him the way Tiff did.

In the start it had all been so simple; Him and Tiff against the world: Killing, stealing, fucking, seeing the sights, living life to the fullest. Anything either one of them had wanted to do, they did it. Their relationship had always been a blast. Lots of fun. Sure, they had their spats here and there. What couple didn’t? Nobody’s fuckin’ perfect after all.

And then somewhere down the line things got complicated. They got hitched, had a kid, became movie stars for a good chunk of it. They had a great thing goin’ and they complicated it. Then the Big One had happened. While they weren’t ‘legally’ divorced, they might as well have been. Tiff had taken the kids and been livin’ her Hollywood dreams. And as for him? He’d been left behind like a forgotten toy on the shelf.

Fuck, he was still angry about it. Though doin’ his time in Hell had gotten him thinkin’, reminiscing. Combined with Dr. Lecter's help, it had put a bittersweet glaze over the whole thing, softened the blow somehow. While he had had his fair share of time to wallow in the bad parts that had been their relationship, he had admittedly taken the time to revisit all of the good, too. People always said that time ‘heals all wounds’ and judging from the way he was feelin’ now, maybe it did.

So did he miss her? Absolutely. Chucky missed her more than he had missed anything in his life. Not that he’d ever admit that in front of the guys. Most of them would have insisted he was whipped, Freddy most of all. Michael probably would have produced some sort of sound to indicate a breath-filled snicker. Jason was okay though. He was trustworthy, and besides, what was he gonna do? Tell on him? Tell the other guys that he was losing sleep over missin’ his old lady? Scream it from the rooftops with those lake water lungs of his? Not a fuckin’ chance. But he and Tiff weren’t even on speaking terms anymore, and it had been like that for such a long time. Too long maybe. Knowing his shit luck, he had probably fucked himself out of the best thing that had ever happened to him-

And that had been Tiffany Valentine.

“Yeah. Yeah, I miss her.”

[flowerhound]

🌟+ chucky !! I wanna know about this ship! >:]

I’m having a horrible time right now so you’re my hero.

I’ll spare you the backstory for now, but mine and. Chucky’s relationship started out as mostly tolerant at best. I thought he was funny, but crude, and he just saw me as another stepping stone, but both he and Tiffany were pleasantly surprised by the fact that I wasn’t put off by Chucky’s scars. I don’t know how, but I guess I started to grow on him? I joked with him, and made him laugh a few times. I bonded with Tiffany and she started to like me, so he begrudgingly decided I was allowed. One night I got really bold and picked him up and took him in the tv room to watch horror movies. He told me I had some balls for that one.

Our relationship got closer, with him catching me having a nightmare and grumpily deciding to stay awake to watch over me while I slept. He stopped calling me “shithead” and shifted to “kid” and “kiddo”. Until one day, in the midst of an argument, he called me his kid.

Everyone was surprised to hear him admit it before Tiffany did, but surprisingly he didn’t backpedal, he just froze and sighed. I smiled and said “I am?” And it just went naturally from there.

Our relationship shifted after that, in little ways. He’d climb up my clothes to perch on my shoulder, tugging my hair to guide me where he wanted me to go. He’d tell me bad dad jokes and grin when I laughed at them. He’d watch horror movies with me and we’d criticize them together, laughing at dumb killls… he’d even let me hug him or lay my head on his legs if I was having a really bad day. I started calling him dad, and while he didn’t comment on it much, I didn’t miss his smile.

The relationship only deepened after Glen and Glenda were born. As far as he was concerned, I was his first child, the older brother, and my adoration of my younger siblings added to that. Granted, he thought I was a little softhearted, but he still approved.

We’ve remained really close as the family grows. We still laugh together and I carry him everywhere, I’ve encouraged him to take up new hobbies, and he lets me vent to him- it’s really fun and cathartic to be angry together with him. I’ve even helped him explore some gender stuff when he approached me about it! We trust each other with almost everything as far as I know, and it’s nice to have someone who’s so protective and supportive, even if it is in a way most might consider strange.

I’m also still the only human allowed to pick him up.

[devoutbrother]

( do you ever see a picture of a character on your dashboard and it reminds you of someone you miss so much? )