#Nica definitely interests him

[masquenoire]

★ ( I am so curious. Either for Nica or Nica! Chucky, whichever Roman ends up choosing )

Send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse.

“So, there’s... two of you? Not the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard of, I guess.”

Nica

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect know what to think of you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break bail you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else / 

Nica!Chucky

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[cult-of-dollbabies]

dilemma last week

[applebunch]

michael was haunted by leon but nica wasn’t... nica not being haunted by leon did not mitigate the suffering she underwent... thinking abt it forever

[justanisabelakinnie]

Questions answered by Jared Bush!

“so it could be more.” 💀 💀 💀

I CAN’T WAIT THAT LONG JARED YO ASS BETTER FESS UP AND TELL ME NOW!!!

Now that…that just depresses me. Good thing Mirabel is such a good and sisterly cousin to Antonio. In this house, we stan.

So I was right in my fic AIHY. 😕

Interesting! 😳 It’s like they always say: You don’t need a gift to have a gift!

LMAOOOO I love how everything Jared Bush confirms about this dude has to do with him being a teenager and nothing else. 💀 His entire character and personality is solely there to be the stereotypical teenage boy and nothing more and I am here for it. 🤪

Awww that is so sweet! Reminds me of my fic when the granddaughters all camp out in Dolores’ room to have sleepovers! I need to shut up about my fanfic now.

👀

And now for the unanswered ones because they are too funny not to put here.

Such as the queer ones.

*w h e e z e* I assure you, nica, that Jared is not lesbophobic in any way however and I’m positive that we’ll see her girlfriend in a sequel or series! Or musical. Or all three.

Ooh I would love that! 🤞 *winks thrice*

Omg I’ma say it right now. I used to hc Dolores and Luisa as straight but now that I think about it the bi/pan Dolores hc is starting to have more and more appeal to me and this would just be so cute! Maybe a flashback where she’s shown having crushes on girls? Omg I’d love to see it! Mariano too is definitely pan. He said it himself. “I just have so much love inside!”

I’ll answer for him: Yes. Because I’m also one. *’sup nods head at Isabela* Let ME tell you. Who needs Word of God when you have Word of Lesbian? Hmmm? 🤨

Now that that’s out of the way, moving on…

😵‍💫 wtf I thought Ranma 1/2 fans were dead. Anyway in the words of their creator: “I don’t want to think about that, and neither should you.”

Just…no comment.

Omg I would love this! And unpopular opinion but I legit think that Mariano is smarter than he looks. I mean only Mirabel seems to think of him as dumb and only she calls him a “big dumb hunk”, like not even Isabela does that. And Dolores also fell in love with him for his poetry. And his grandmother says he wrote a song for the madrigals! I’d love to see the franchise continue to show his creative and artistic side more! I feel like he’d be the heart to Dolores’ head, and that is just beautiful.

Yeah that’s it for now, bye!

[barclaysangel]

Okay....hear me out....Chucky/Big Hero 6 AU

Here's who would be who:

Jules ~ Sadly, I can Imagine him being In Tadashi's role as the supportive and Incredibly Intelligent Inventor big brother who dies In the fire at the beginning of the story and kickstarts the whole superhero team Idea

Junior ~ He'd definitely (and obviously) be Hiro as the Incredibly smart, but reckless younger brother who graduated high school extremely young (13 years old to be exact) and Is always getting himself Into trouble, but he has to try and work through his grief over losing his brother and meets a sweet and huggable robot that his brother Invented and showed to him shortly before he died

Lydia ~ I can maybe Imagine her being GoGo as the steadfast adrenaline junkie who's always on her feet and needing a piece of the action, but Is Junior's biggest supporter after Jules’ death. Only thing Is that she may just have to be a friend of Jules and Junior's rather than their cousin to fit Into the story

Lexy ~ Idk, she could most likely be Honey Lemon even though Lexy Is a reformed mean girl while Honey Lemon Is a huge ball of friendly energy. But she could still work by being the sweet and supportive friend (and eventual girlfriend) of Junior's that tries to be there for him as much as he can. I think that It'd be Interesting for her and Junior to start out as friends and maybe build up their relationship throughout the story

Jake ~ It took a bit of thought, but I really think Jake would be Wasabi as the smart and awkward clean freak that can't stand the sight of blood and Is always trying to keep things tidy. He's really anxious about a lot of things and thinks that Junior Is crazy for wanting to build a superhero team Initially, but he gives In for his sake and for the sake of keeping an eye on him for Jules. Once more, none of the Wheeler's would really be related except for Jules and Junior for the sake of the story.

Devon ~ Again, It took a bit of thought, but I genuinely think Devon would be Fred as the super nerdy guy who's not only Into true crime and comic books, but science as well. He just wants to give Junior as much comfort as he can and Is ultimately excited to be a part of Junior's superhero team

Baymax can stay the same as the loveable healthcare robot that Jules creates not only for the sake of helping other people, but for the sake of helping Junior the most, which definitely happens once Jules Is gone (Thinking of doing the scene where Baymax shows the testing videos of Tadashi to Hiro with Jules and Junior Is already making me wanna cry😭)

Nica could be In Aunt Cass’ role because my girl definitely needs more love. I can definitely see her being the lovable and supportive young aunt to Jules and Junior. Maybe Andy can be thrown In as their uncle just so he can be there, lol

Idk who would be Professor Callaghan (a.k.a the villain of the story), so maybe he can stay the same? Either that or Andy can be In his place?

But I really hope you've seen Big Hero 6 because It's my all-time favorite Disney movie and I really love this Idea and have been thinking about It for a while!

Oh

My

God

THIS!!!!

This is awesome!!!

Man, the first time I watched Big Hero 6, it made me cry for 20 minutes after it ended…

I LOVE THIS AU THO!

[streets-in-paradise]

Risking It - BarclayPierce ( Andy x Nica)

Warnings: Nica showing Andy how much she loves his body. No explicit smut, but it's Implied that he has a praise kink.

Summary: When it comes to clothes, Andy has allways been a comfort prioritizer, but constantly playing it safe also means never taking risks. A smirk from Nica while hearing the mere suggestion of encouraging him to try crop tops is enough for him to accept taking the challenge.

Notes: Since we have been talking about the fatphobia in the show, this is my small contribution for some positivity :)

Tags: @barclaysangel @series-thoughts

The idea would have never occured to him before, but it had a source of inspiration he couldn't ignore. Used to being teased about his dressing style by the kids, he finally asked the twins what was wrong with it and the ultimate verdict was lack of risks. That didn't worry him much, since he was a comfort prioritizer, but he still let them ramble some ideas describing their definition of risk. Nica was having fun observing the horror some of the suggestions caused him, at least untill one got her interest.

She was smirking when crop tops were mentioned and that didn't go unnoticed.

" You have to be kidding, nobody wants to see that. " He mocked himself while showing awareness to her. " It's not my thing, and it would look ridículous … Who do you think I am? Brad Pitt in Fight Club? Not with these. "

He pointed at the rolls on his stomach.

" And who told you abs are a requirement to wear one? " She sweetly teased him ríght away. " I do think it would look great on you. "

"Challenging your insecurities is good. It's clear you cling to the baggy shirts to distract from the tummy the same way dad does with the platforms and heels because he hates being short. " Glenda commented, then shared a complicit glance with Nica because she was the source of the rumour about Chucky they were reproducing. " Dressing a fat body shouldn't have to be about hidding it all the time, Andy. "

It was very kind of them, but he wasn't convinced.

" I get it, but i'm not going to get from zero to one hundred in one move."

" It would look cute! And I can help you find one that fits your style. " Glen encouraged him. " The important thing is that you try the risk and see how you feel about it."

" But it's always on you. " Nica concluded, cutting them off to point out an important detail. " Remember not to push yourself just because we think it can be fun. Chucky took many uncomfortable risks with my looks and i don't feel like being that fun anymore, so a safe wardrove is another thing we have in common. "

Andy smiled and approached to give her a peck on the lips.

" You look lovely in anything you choose to wear. " He praised her afterwards. " I'm pretty sure you are going to regret the curiosity. "

Nica was giving him a mischievously skeptical glance while replying.

" I don't think so, confidence is your best fit … very sexy of you. "

That comment was the final temptation convincing him of trying it. He didn't admit it then, but secretly started to consider it. Glen had shared him some adresses of online stores with trustable sizing and good stuff where Andy began eyeing untill finding one he could at least imagine himself trying. The too tíght and colorfull ones were too much, he also saw a few made of fishnet that he sincerely couldn't imagine anyone wearing comfortably besides, peraphs, an 80's rockstar. There were some more bassic ones, black or white, with pop culture or classic rock prints he felt more inclined towards. Between those he stumbled with the black one he ended up choosing pretty much for the print.

The first try on happened a day when the kids weren't arround. They were always good intentioned, but but sometimes they could be little shits messing with him just for the fun of it. Lexy s honesty could get cruel despite she wouldn't even realize it, the boys could find the image funny just for the sake of the shocking change causing impact and only the twins would be cheering. He was surely doing it out of curiosity, but the only opinion he wanted to know besides from his own was Nica's.

Risking it was worthy even if it was just for her reaction. She seemed so interested, that damn provokative smirk had said it all … What could he had possibly done, but indulge her? He did feel a bit strange at first, like showing too much skin from all the wrong places, but wasn't sure about shying away on the first impression. The main trait the crop top was designed to highlight was the belly, his self perceived most troubled area, so his girlfriend's curiosity was quite a mistery to him.

She stumbled with the sight entering to the bedroom while he was evaluating his feelings about it. She wasn't seeing it coming and the first glimpse clearly offered to her was from the back, the sides of his bare love handles and his clothed ass in pants that weren't loose enough to hide his shape. Her lips parted as her eyes silently roamed his image.

It was completely unusual and exciting. Nica knew that Andy wasn't the kind of guy going cassualy shirtless while washing the car. She would normally only get to see something like that during intimate times or accidentally walking in when he had just showered. He had her used to feeling like an eighteenth century man looking at bare ankles with the accidental lift of a long skirt if his shirts would have a few open buttons exposing a bit of neck.

He was a gift for her eyes, yet her ears couldn't believe what he had to say about it.

" I think this isn't working. " Was his awkward verdict. " You can tell Glen and Glenda that I tried, but it doesn't feel good. I'm just too fat for it. "

Feeling so teased while he was venting his genuine insecurities was frustrating for her. If he could turn back and see how she was already drooling, maybe he wouldn't be overthinking.

" … Come here, big boy. " She seductively purred. " Let me see the front. "

Andy followed her hesitantly, but clearly affected by her sensual teasing tone.

Her first observation was a more neutral one, but it kept implying enjoyment of some sort.

" Back to the Future? Damn, you are such a nerd " She pointed at the print " … I love it tho, when you get nerdy. "

He smiled, but breaking eye contact to look down because the praise started to make him shy. He was weak for praising and he could vaguely tell it was just starting.

" So … What do you think? "

Nica was grabbing the arms of her wheelchair tíghtly, her eyes have never abandoned him and she didn't notice she was biting her bottom lip.

If they would be on a classic cartoon, she would be barking and howling.

" Fine, too fine. " Was all she could artículate. " Hot, so freaking hot. Thank you for your service, sir. "

He chuckled, wondering what was so sexy of seeing most of his flabby belly out.

" Is it just for the confidence or are you really into it? I can change real quick … "

" Don't!!" She cutted him off, urgence making her wheel closer. " It looks perfect … I swear, Andy, shut down those self deprecating thoughts because i can't think ríght … I'm not myself when you are in front of me in all your thick glory. "

Any rational seeming doubt jumped out from his mind to those words.

" Carefull, baby love. " He pleaded softly. " You know what this does to me and you are going to get us in trouble if the kids show up. Are you risking it? "

She was desperate for it, all over him as soon as the teasing question gave her the consent call. Her hands were grabbing his hips as her lips avidly searched for the spot of belly skin that was more accesible to her from that position in order to start planting kisses.

It was clear that the new item would not last much on despite how much she loved it.

[nicascurls]

Breaking the Dollhouse - Chapter One

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: What would have happened if Junior survived but was taken by Tiffany from the hospital? What would that mean for both him and Nica over the next year?

Notes: Yay! This fic has a name now (Thanks to Luna). Once again, this was originally Luna's idea and we are planning this story together. This chapter was interesting to write since I tend to lean more towards writing fluff so I hope this works out since this is a lot more tense.

Tags: @losersclubisms

Overall it had been a strange month for Junior, needless to say there was a lot for him to adjust to. Tiffany was definitely eccentric, he had started off thinking that was just due to her public appearance as Jennifer Tilly but it didn't fade, not even for a second. He supposed it was down to being in that body for so long and whilst the child-like joy she seemed to experience when playing pretend definitely unnerved Junior at times, he wouldn’t complain. He would take that over his father’s obsessive control any day.

Living in Beverly Hills wasn’t quite what Junior had imagined, granted he hadn’t dared imagine much in the first place. It was only when the crushing realisation of the people he would never see again kicked in and he desperately wanted a way out of it.  The house itself was great all things considered, it was more than big enough and with the exception of a couple of rooms (Junior was assuming she used to store clothes) he was allowed anywhere around the house. He would like to decorate his new room more which had proven difficult so far given the fact that Tiffany barely left the house and had told him not to leave at all. He assumed he could understand, with him being ‘dead’ and adjusting to life with a heart condition, going out in public could definitely be a risk. Still, he remained hopeful that part of his Christmas present would involve being able to redecorate his room, Tiffany seemed to enjoy any form of makeover. 

Junior was trying to distract himself from the pain, Christmas was always his mother’s favourite holiday  and spending the first one without her stung more than he could even begin to describe. He had been doing his best to hide the pain throughout the morning but not well enough, Tiffany worked out something was wrong during breakfast and since, had made it her mission to make the day special. 

For now he was back in his room, feeling both too full from lunch and too struck with grief to move until Tiffany decided her ‘surprise’ was ready. She had insisted on presents after lunch, with the promise of an extra special surprise to supposedly add to the excitement and in all honesty, he couldn’t for the life of him think what it could be.

“Sweetface!” Tiffany’s voice pierced through the quiet, “Time for presents!”

Junior took a deep breath before heaving himself off the bed, everything was feeling like a chore today but he hoped the surprise would at least provide a good distraction. He put on his best smile before opening the door and making his way down the small flight of stairs and was met with Tiffany waiting for him in the hallway. Odd, he didn’t understand why she would need to be waiting there if everything was ready, or why she seemed almost more nervous than excited.

“There you are!” Tiffany smiled, reaching out to Junior and he got closer, “Now, as i said i’ve got a very special surprise for you and hopefully it will help you enjoy the day more.”

“What is it, mom?” The name still tasted sour in his mouth, he didn’t think it would ever stop doing so, especially today but Tiffany insisted on it. A fresh start and all. 

“Well,” She began as she placed an arm around his shoulders, slowly leading him towards the living room, “It’s really more of a ‘who’ than a ‘what’. I know you’ve been feeling bored and a little lonely being in this house so I thought today would be the best day to properly introduce you to someone.”

The two of them turned the corner into the living and Junior was struck with a feeling of all consuming terror at the sight. He could feel his heartbeat rising in fear and he forced the muscles in his face to continue smiling, Breathe he told himself, for the love of everything, keep breathing. You can’t have an episode right now. 

In front of him was that same woman Chucky had wanted him to kill last month, his ‘Auntie Nica’ Tiffany had called her. The one he now knew to be possessed by Chucky. The one he had last seen terrified, begging for her life as Tiffany injected her with an unknown drug. Compared to the sight in front of him now, he decided he would have much rather seen her shrieking in terror again, somehow that would have been less unsettling. 

She had been left in a wheelchair facing the TV, dressed in quite possibly the ugliest pink sparkly dress he had ever seen. No doubt Tiffany's decision, her hair also seemed different to what he remembered. The Nica he had seen before whilst terrified and scruffy, looked human but now it felt more like looking at a life sized Barbie and he had never expected it to be so disturbing. If it wasn't for the occasional tear he saw roll down the woman's cheek, he honestly could have believed she was a doll, or dead.

What the hell had happened to her? She seemed empty, Tiffany had said about her taking time to deal with the part of Chucky that was inside of her. Maybe she got it out but at what cost? Had her soul gone with it?

"Nica," Tiffany’s sing-song voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked over to see Tiffany walking towards her. "Oh come on now. No need to be such a baby, there's someone I want you to meet." She continued upon seeing the woman's tears.

Junior processed the comment in just enough time to realise that was his queue and slowly made his way towards the two women.

Upon closer inspection he was met with Nica’s glassy eyes looking not entirely at him, only his general direction. Not dead he thought, just drugged out of her mind.

"Junior, I thought it was time for you to properly meet your Auntie Nica." Junior took a moment, trying to think of a way to respond to what Tiffany was showing him.

"I-is she okay?" 

"Oh yes, Sweetface. She's just a little tired and well, I had to be cautious just in case Chucky got control again. Who knows what that bastard would do to me? Sometimes a girl's just got to advocate for herself, you know?"

Junior plastered on his best smile again best not give her a reason to advocate against me he thought to himself.

"Hi, uh Auntie Nica. It's nice to meet you properly." He spoke as he extended his hand for a handshake. Nica in return looked at him for a few seconds before sluggishly lowering her gaze to his outstretched hand.

"Oh no Sweetie, I'm afraid she won't be able to shake your hand, but it was a nice thought." 

Junior dropped his hand in an instant and looked back at Nica in time to see a couple more tears fall from her vacant eyes. Gods, what have they done to her?

"Ooh, I've just got to get some snacks from the kitchen. Be back in a minute you two!" Tiffany announced as she rushed out of the room. Junior waited for the sound of her heels clicking on the floor to fade before trying again.

"Nica?" He asked softly as he crouched in front of her, "Hey, can you hear me?" He reached his hand towards her shoulder intending to give it a gentle shake when Nica shrunk back with as much speed as she could. In response Junior pulled his hand back as if it had been burned. "I- I'm not gonna hurt you, Nica. I promise. I want to help."

Nica looked at him again, trying her best to focus her eyes on him.

"Go." She spoke softly, her voice hoarse. 

"What?"

"Go."

"No, I'm gonna help you."

"You need to go." She spoke again, her voice a little stronger now, "Sss not safe here." Her words slurred a little, no doubt due to the drugs.

Junior moved to reach out to her again when he heard the familiar clicking of heels on the floor.

"I'll find you later," he promised in a whisper, "We can work things out then."

By the time Tiffany was back in the living room Junior was sprawled out on the couch in an attempt to look as relaxed as possible.

Junior couldn't remember much else about the afternoon, Tiffany had given him things to redecorate his room, but he couldn’t bring himself to be excited about it anymore. He was entirely too focused on keeping up the act that everything was fine. Something he had hoped he would never have to do again after his dad but he felt it was a far more dangerous situation this time. 

Now, Junior had gone back to lying on his bed, he knew there was no chance of sleeping so he was simply waiting for Tiffany to go to bed so he could talk to Nica. He had been told that his 'Auntie Nica' would be staying with them by a giggling Tiffany and that she had been in one of the rooms downstairs for the past month. So that was his next goal, to get down there and find out what was going on, he only hoped that whatever Tiffany had drugged her with would be wearing off a little now.

Junior looked at the clock on his bedside table and let out a sigh, absentmindedly fiddling with the knife in his hand. He had liberated it from the kitchen on the way back to his room,  it didn’t seem necessary before but after that afternoon he felt he couldn't trust anything. He looked again, 11:25, Tiffany will be in bed soon.

Five minutes later, Junior deemed it safe to sneak out of his room. He clutched the knife tight in one hand as he inched the door open with the other. In that moment, he was grateful for where his room was in the house, it meant he didn’t have to sneak past Tiffany’s in order to get downstairs and he was soon face to face with the double doors and, putting entirely too much faith in Tiffany, he tried the handle. Locked. So, he went with his next plan and picked the lock with the tip of his knife. The first few attempts he was unsuccessful until he was met with the sound of a faint click and the handle moved freely.  

Ugly. That was the first thought as he looked around the room, everything was a sickening shade of pink, from the walls to the curtains to the bedspread. Junior took a few hesitant steps into the room, being sure to close the doors behind him. He squinted in the darkness and slowly made his way over to Nica, she hadn’t made any move to sit up but he doubted she was asleep.

“Nica?” he called out softly, closing the distance between them as he waited for a response.

“Junior?” Her voice was clearer than it had been that afternoon.

“Yeah, it’s me. I said I would come and find you later. Do you remember?” He took a seat in the chair near the side of the bed and flicked the switch for the bedside lamp. In the gentle glow he could see the woman’s brows knit together in concentration before she spoke again.

“Yeah, I- I think I do. But it feels all muddled, I don’t know how else to explain it.” Nica was still layed down, seemingly making no attempt to move.

“Can you um, can you sit up?” Nica let out a broken chuckle.

“It’s a little difficult now. With no limbs.” Junior was confused, With no what? he thought to himself. That was when it all pieced together, the broken look on her face when he went to shake her hand, the glassy look in her eyes. The drugs hadn’t just sedated her, they must have been making her hallucinate!

He made his way closer to Nica before carefully placing his hands on her shoulders and helping her up into a sitting position. Junior was pleased to note that Nica’s eyes were looking much clearer than before, the drugs from earlier must have worn off a little.

“Nica,” he began softly, “You still have your limbs.” She looked at him with unshed tears in her eyes and shook her head slowly. “No.”

“Yes,” he gently took hold of her right hand and held it up in front of her face, “See? It’s just whatever drugs you were given that made you think that. Your limbs are still there.” A look of realisation grew on Nica’s face as she slowly flexed her fingers and let out a sob of relief. 

Junior gave her some time to adjust to what she had just learnt, before his curiosity got the better of him.

"Have you been here the whole time?" 

"How long is the whole time?"

"Since we first met. Well, saw each other, a little over a month."

Nica closed her eyes in an attempt to better decipher her most recent memories. "I- I think so. Time's been a bit difficult for me to follow recently." Junior gave a small nod of understanding, trying to work up the courage to continue the conversation.

"Nica…" She looked up to see Junior nervously avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry about… what happened that night. I, uh I didn't want to-"

"I know. And I know you weren't going to kill me." 

"But I killed-"

"He tried to get me to kill first, back at the mental hospital. Chucky manipulates, that's what he does. That's why he mainly targets kids,  adults are more difficult to fool. So he only really targets adults to kill or in my case possess. I'm guessing Tiffany told you about that?"

Junior moved himself back ever so slightly, giving a small nod. In all honesty, that fact had slipped his mind briefly.

"She had told me you were taking time to yourself, to figure out how to stay in control." Nica scoffed and rolled her eyes at the statement, he knew it was nothing against him, just the situation.

The two ended up talking for most of the night, sharing their experiences with Chucky and how they ended up at that house. It turned out Nica had a heart condition too, although Chucky possessing her seemed to have made it less of a risk for the time being. Junior figured that was pretty lucky considering the fact that she had no shots and Tiffany didn't know about it. He had decided he had to find a way to get Nica out, as far as he was aware, he was pretty safe and frankly, had no other options being 'dead' and all. Although Nica begged to differ, she was pretty insistent that they both escape but he had managed to drop the debate for now. The sun was just starting to rise when Junior returned to his room, feeling a little more at ease and lay down to try and get a few hours of sleep before Tiffany insisted on breakfast later that morning.

[myersesque]

CHUCKY AUTISM???? thats such a great concept i love it pls indulge me

OK OK SO SO SO! obligatory disclaimer that this is all based on my experience as an autistic person and therefore won't resonate with everyone, but still! here's just... off the top of my head, based on my autism-fuelled chucky character analyses:

special interests/fixations: was at least semi-fixated on peter pan from ages 8 to 14, if not longer. his childhood bedroom had peter pan stuff in it, his parents shared names w certain characters, he read it to the younger kids in the orphanage, he played games w the other kids based on it (w himself as peter n the younger kids as the lost boys), and he themed his second ever murder after it (turning an adult whom he hated/felt antagonised by into captain hook). sure you could maybe argue that this is just a Regular Interest, but i'm including it anyway. he also later insists that his interest in magic is "just a hobby", but fast forward a few years and he has the spells memorised, carries the book around with him everywhere, etc etc.

hyperexpressive: this is absolutely a side effect of being played by brad dourif (and fiona dourif emulating him), but as a human, chucky has THE most cartoonish and obvious facial expressions. he would suck at poker, his face is just too expressive. he's also pretty emotive in his mannerisms, which luckily carries over to his doll forms (e.g. the way he physically jolts forwards and throws his arms down when he's angry)

emotional dysregulation: ...do i need to elaborate on this one?

parroting/echolalia: definitely a little bit of me projecting with this one, but still. even when he's using his own voice, he sometimes recites lines of the doll's dialogue ("hi! i'm chucky, wanna play?" "hi-de-fuckin'-ho, ha ha ha" etc) - and sure, sometimes it's to freak people out, but i have that dialogue as a vocal stim and therefore relate just a tad. he also is rlly uncannily good at mimicking people (most notably nica) and whilst anyone can have that ability, i do find it's easier to pick up people's accents if you tend to mimic people by default.

caroline parallels: one of the characters chucky is paralleled against is caroline, who is openly autistic and has chucky as her special interest. she, like how jake is used to parallel teen chucky, is used as a direct parallel for child chucky. they also get along pretty well in the present day - chucky seems genuinely fond of her, plays video games with her, openly discusses his plans with her, etc. and seems to understand her in a way other characters don't.

self harm: gonna be as vague as possible here to avoid potential triggers. over 50% of autistic people are recorded as having self harmed for one reason or another. chucky has canonically done this since he was 8 (it's not discussed or shown whether he continued throughout the rest of his life, but given his therapist was actively attempting to make his issues worse, it wouldn't surprise me). again, obviously allistic children will do this as well, but i figure it's worth mentioning as it's atypical behaviour.

stims: kicking his legs around. that wiggly arm-wavey dance thingy he does when he's excited. that scene in the 80s of tiff stabbing that girl, and he's physically jolting back and forth and doing stabbing motions next to her.

eye contact: too much of it! he barely blinks, even as a human, and he stares people directly in the eyes. sure, this might be an intimidation thing, but i doubt he's self-aware enough for that. (he also wears sunglasses indoors, which you could spin as either an eye contact thing or a light sensitivity thing, depending.)

empathy: could go to either extreme with this one, tbh! depends on the chucky (and yes, this is where the soul-splitting complicates things).

morality: autistic people tend to be very moral, yes, but we don't always adhere to traditional moral codes. a lot of autistic people view intentional and accidental harm as the same level of severity, and therefore view harmful acts as less morally reprehensible than the average person might. chucky talks about murder as if it's something everybody does, and as if other people are no better than him for much less immoral acts. he still has morals (no killing kids, no homophobia, sexual abusers deserve the most painful deaths, etc), just different ones.

code switching: ok, full disclosure, i'm fully aware that this is a continuity error/a character choice being made later in the series - but still! chucky's accent throughout the franchise switches. between new jersey (assumedly his natural voice, since that's where he's from) and chicago (where he and tiff lived, and where he ended up dying). autistic people will commonly mimic the accents or speech patterns of people around them as a form of masking - it makes sense that when he's in chicago, surrounded by chicagoans, he drops his accent, whereas when he's with tiff, whom he met back in new jersey, he switches back. (again, the irl meta reason for this change is that chucky's new jersey accent was added later on to poke fun at don mancini, but if i had to argue an in-universe explanation for it, then this is what i'd go with.)

ok i probably have more to add later but i'm gonna stop there for now! again, this is all just headcanon and speculation, and obviously not everyone will agree, but yk.

[marvelmaniac715]

This fic is short but sweet, I felt like writing more Chiffany fluff, hope you like it :).

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“Shut your eyes, I have a surprise!”

Chucky grumbled slightly (he was watching a news report about one of his own murders) but he reluctantly complied. 

“Is it a good surprise or a bad surprise? Because if it’s anything like the big ‘surprise’ of ‘87 when your stupid sister came to stay for a month, I’m not interested.”

Tiffany sighed (hopefully it was a good sigh, it was hard to tell without looking at her) and (presumably, given the loud rusting) began to take something out of a bag.

“Trust me Chucky, it’s a good surprise, you’ll like it. Besides, I worked really hard on it, so you’d better be grateful.”

Immensely confused, Chucky kept his eyes shut until…

“Okay… open them!”

With building anticipation, Chucky opened his eyes with a stunned gasp. Tiffany was standing right in front of him, holding… a miniature version of his favourite trench coat from when he was a human. Chucky could have cried. But he didn’t, instead he asked:

“My trench coat? H-how did you find this?”

Tiffany began to grin as she divulged the story behind her latest acquisition.

“Well, I know you’ve been wearing overalls for years, and that’s all very well, but I thought you might like some variety, something more familiar perhaps? I tracked down the retailer who sold your original trench coat and managed to find some that they still had in stock. I bought three, I thought one you could wear when you’re using Nica’s body, I used one to cut up and sew into the one I’m holding and the other one for reference and excess fabric. I had some spare time, so I picked up some stuff from the toddler’s section- don’t laugh- that I thought might fit, just in case you wanted a change of clothes. Are you happy?”

Chucky was too stunned to speak as he (shamefully) blinked back tears. This was so thoughtful, so incredible, there was nothing he could ever do that would top this. After a while, he managed to stutter out:

“T-thank you. You know, I don’t say this enough, but I love you, I really do, and this gift is just so thoughtful. I don’t even know what to say, Tiff, I’m speechless!”

Tiffany beamed as she helped him into the trench coat. For a good while there was a comfortable silence whilst Chucky looked through the other clothes Tiffany had bought (he had to hand it to her, she knew her stuff when it came to picking out clothes, he’d definitely wear all of the stuff she bought) but then it all came crashing down when Tiffany casually remarked as she left the room:

“So you won’t mind sleeping in the basement to scare off the rats and raccoons? You know that the dust down there does terrible things to my lungs, and you’re so small you can curl up in Glen and Glenda’s old doll crib.”

Chucky could only blink and mutter:

“What?”

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I am all ears for any Tiffany Valentine theories.

Spoilers for Chucky season 2

I’m my opinion, Tiffany’s character is one of the saddest in the series. Her personality is that of someone who wants so desperately to be happy, to have a family that loves her more than anything. She wanted Chucky to be happy being married to her, and she was so happy in seed of Chucky when she realized she was a mom. She’s caring, and has the potential to be an amazing mother. But I also think she is afraid of being abandoned. Chucky didn’t give her life structure, and we don’t know much about her life before except that at one point Chucky killed her mother. I think she didn’t get a lot of attention or was abandoned by someone before Chucky. It would explain why she seems to latch onto him and Nica, as well as why she was so excited to be Jennifer Tilly. She was looking for someone to give her that attention she needed.

I also don’t think she gets a tone of pleasure from the actual act of killing. The first time we see her involved with Murder is in the back flash scene in season 1, and shes almost deliriously euphoric. I personally give credit of that too the alcohol and adrenaline of the moment. After that, she only really kills to achieve something or out of anger. In another life she probably wouldn’t have been a killer, unlike Chucky who was definitely destine to be that way. We see her struggling with the want to be loved as she chases an obviously abusive, but adrenaline high, relationship with Chucky, the kidnapping of Nica, and how she treats Glen and Glenda, where she switches between trying to take care of them and needing them to take care of her.

I think it would be really interesting to see more of her own background in season three so that we can fully get a grasp of who Tiffany is without Chucky.

[svankmajerbaby]

my very long winded thoughts on episode two of chucky season 2

summary: better than the first episode but still leaves me cold when comparing it to season 1. funnier moments interesting developments and new characters dont fully compensate for the weird pacing and things being mostly setup.

the biggest issue for me so far is definitely that the first season was such a solid 8, and this one is kind of like a weak 6

i thought we would have more of the new characters, at least to establish them better and have a feel of their personalities. but sister ruth (freddie lounds!!!!!!!) made me miss ms fairchild big time, and the detective looking for nica and his interactions with tiffany made me somehow miss gladys from season 1 (the funny "high as a kite" lady, the woman who chucky gave the razor apple to on halloween night and who later was the realtor who sold tiffany the old ray house). i think even the tied-up guy back at the hotel had more of an attitude than these new faces. i dunno if thats a casting thing or a writing thing tbh. the previous episode had ended with an interesting note regarding that boy trevor, but he was absolutely nothing in his only scene here. lexy keeps saying hes evil hes awful but we dont get anything specific (”life a living hell” this and that, i need details), so it feels even more like just talking and no real outcome

nadine is a sweetheart though. i really like her and how she is so drastically different to the other three main kids, even though putting a kid in a catholic boarding school for kleptomania (what a letdown of a backstory tbh) when theres others who were sent there for blowing up a kid with a homemade bomb feels.... a bit weird. but whatever, what do i know. i just hope she gets something to do besides hang around the main three, bc otherwise the feeling that she will only be around to be killed by chucky for some quick emotional impact is not going to go away.

i!! actually loved!!!! that one scene in class with the teacher talking about hieronymus bosch, along with that projection it gave me big hannibal in florence vibes and i loved seeing jake talking about art, even if it was just a quick thing. im really curious about the religious aspect of the season, beyond the aesthetics, which so far seem to be the only way it really impacts the story. i think it was a missed opportunity to not make any of the three kids catholic/religious, especially either jake or devon (not even super religious, just a mention of being baptized or having been raised in a christian household), since that would intersect very well with issues of guilt which feels like its going to be a running theme for jake in particular. having him feel guilty for everything that happened so far (which makes perfect sense and his two little breakdowns were very well done i think) and not really have anything to do with the religious environment feels like such a waste.... especially with how interesting it could be to acknowledge fully how devon sawa is once again portraying a sort of paternal authority figure, continuing with his authority role as logan and lucas. maybe its just too subtle for my thick skull, maybe its something they will build towards as the season goes on, who knows

i really really really hope devon gets more to do in the rest of the season. jake has his guilt, lexy has her drug addiction, and devon... he feels so lightweight compared to the other two. i love him so much, hes a sweetheart (and i think he would accomplish what i think?? nadines role is meant to fulfill) but having him just be the emotional rock for jake in this season is not enough, nor is it to keep the previous seasons tug of war with jake regarding their relationship and whether theyre good for one another. i was all episode hoping hed come up with some interesting info on the school and with charles lee rays childhood in it or something..... devon is a smart one, he made the important research and came up with the trap in season 1, and i wish the series remembered that, like it remembered that jake is an artist at heart

really dumb thought but im kinda glad that in the scene with nica and chucky talking inside her head we didnt get like a gollum/smeagol, david-hasselhoff-as-jekyll-and-hyde-the-musical thing (not that fiona dourif wouldnt be able to pull it off); i liked that it showed them as two separate entities even in her own body. probably not the intention but i always like to see nica in some way in control of herself and it makes absolute sense that in that discussion with him she would conceptualize him as a being apart from her. i do think we will eventually get a pretty hammy “shifting” scene and it will be probably a little bit cringe even if its fiona’s wonderful acting

i liked seeing nica trying to manipulate tiffany to leave her alone with her chiding her for wasting money, it was believable but also just clumsy enough of an effort to show shes really getting desperate and that tiffany is still smart enough to realize when shes trying to get her to do something. tiffany as a whole has been feeling just a little too.... dumb? in some way? especially with how little care she put into even properly lying to that detective. like i know its meant to be funny.... but i dont want the comedy to come from tiffany being clueless or dumb. shes ditzy and a bit naive but never dumb

and also i really didnt like the opening credits with the portraits. what the heck was that. i know its a detail and im petty but that was so lazy why didnt we get like crucifixes or sth else, even if it didn’t fit super well it made more sense than those silly production images of the doll and of fiona floating around...........

most of all i feel like stuff IS happening in each episode (here theres the interesting thing with the doll doing recon and taking those pictures?? for some reason???? and now chucky and nica working together to break free and get revenge) but its nowhere as tightly structured and well built up to as in the first season. im thinking of how every scene added a little more to the characters and the environment and the dynamics and how it juggled a whole bunch of plotlines masterfully, while here i think we might have. three. if we count devon and jake, and lexy and nadine as separates. and theres still this feeling of waiting for something else to happen, of building up to something, instead of a constant succession of impactful events. i hoped first episode was all setup even if it wasnt super well conveyed, and this episode too felt most of all like catching up and setting up possible threads. it got better after the halfway point but it still feels like a slow climb. thinking it will eventually get better isnt much of a comfort to me when i can easily remember how much better season one was

[xprojectrpg]

PHASE 2

2015: Operation: Wonderwall: Cecilia texts Wade, asking him to pick up dog food, but gets his “away at work” message; Clint texts Gabriel, but doesn’t get a reply; Tuesday again, but this time it’s Jubilee answering Williams’ call and Doug going with Wanda to the bail hearing feeling that something is definitely Wrong. Alison posts from Miami, where she is doing a final appearance. Bobby has junk food cravings and Ty takes a group out to eat. Tandy posts the Fall Fashion Week schedule and announces that she has tickets for those interested.

2016: Sooraya emails Angel telling her she got an internship she really wanted. Darcy makes a journal post sharing a video of the original Pokémon theme singer. Nica makes an angry journal entry about an article in the NY Times.

2017: Jubilee makes a journal post asking people to discuss their biggest screw-ups. Jubilee and Kevin discuss burn-out and their respective solutions to curing same.

2018: Sins of the Father: Topaz wakes up; Tandy emails Julian letting him know she’s awake; Topaz and Amanda talk, and finally some progress is made; Topaz apologizes to Kurt and he is far too kind. Jubilee makes a journal entry letting people know she’ll be at Harry’s drinking heavily if needed; Cecilia makes a journal entry advising everyone that curse is broken, and visitors are allowed if they can keep quiet. Wade checks up on a very stoned Molly.

2019: Julian finds Tandy on the rooftop and they talk about the Dweller and what comes next.

2020:

2021: Marie-Ange divines Darcy's future from a can of pasta, probably.

2022: Artie posts, for Doug’s attention, an article about scientists using dead spiders as necrobiotic grippers.

[splinterdsoularc]

@masquenoire​

Rolling herself out of the bathroom, Nica stops and looks at her reflection in the mirror. She knows the most recent cut is going to heal, but she definitely hates the healing factor and how long it takes to heal. Brushing her hair across her forehead, she keeps it concealed enough to avoid some questions. The guy responsible for the wound took his last breath, thanks to Chucky’s handiwork. Sharp knocks at the door draw her out of the bathroom fully and she pulls the door shut behind her, rolling herself down the hall as the Chucky doll runs down the other end of the hallway.

“Why do you think they want you?” she asks, voice carrying down the hall.

The doll makes an almost noncommittal sound before the door slams, leaving Nica to shake her head as she makes her way to the door. She opens it, pushing her chair back a little as she looks up at the other. The man is dressed nicely, a change from what she usually saw while working for Oz. He steps inside as Nica rolls herself back further, passing her a letter.

He clears his throat. “You’ve caught Mr. Sionis’s attention, Ms. Pierce. He’s impressed with how you work.”

Nica tilts her head to the side and looks at him. “Is he interested in hiring me?”

There’s a small pause before he nods. “Yes. He’s asked me to take you to him, but he’s only interested in working with you. The other one makes too much of a mess.”

“I’m in.”

[theramseyloft]

Loft Notes 2/13/21

(I take these in real time on my Patron server when I go out to feed them and take the day’s update photos. ALL the boys were feeling themselves today!)

Alex got on my knee!

Ooh!  Twice!

Reo has the tiniest mohawk of new head pins!

Alex landed on my hand!

I think he's just realized that he's not the single exception to the rule that birds are allowed to perch on me.

Nica and Ginger may be becoming a thing.

They were smooching and nodding bach and forth.

Wiiith Vito being a determinedly obnoxious third wheel that Nica keeps taking snaps at.

Farthing seems to have figured out that Luxie needs him on top.

Nica definitely likes Ginger.

When he invites her somewhere, she immediately goes.

Vito landed between them and she promptly left.

Ginger and Nica returned to their perch, and he joined them from the other side. He and Ginger were both nodding and twitching at Nica. Nica just sidled towards Ginger and wouldn't look at Vito

Vito tried to push the issue, and Danica grabbed him by the face, levered him off the swing, and dropped him.

She is now just fighting him if he lands too close.

Aaaaaaand Vito has decided he will END Ginger.

Eeeeexcept chasing him all over the floor did NOT impress Nica.

During all this, Alex sat on my knee and chilled for several seconds.

Farthing and Luxotica are eating together. He seems to get a little excited just looking at her when she's nearby.

Vito just broke up Ginger and Danica in their box... So Nica cornered Vito on the swing and just beat the piss out of him until he lost his balance and fell.

Pookie then decided that nest was his.

Luxie noped out because there were too many boys swarming a very excited Farthing.

So he got tread by Leonard, Cherub, and Pookie, in quick, but polite and orderly succession.

Oh.

Cherub is a switch.

And Farthing obliged him.

Then, when Farthing got down for his turn again, Cloud got on top and Indica and Pookie lined up.

Indica is very interested, and Farthing is waiting for him to finish circling impressively and get on that already.

Leonard keeping in perfect step with Indica on the other side of Farthing like "Well, if you're not gonna~"

Cloud just trying to step between them and up onto Farthing from behind.

Farthing did not crouch for any of them just now because goddamn it, not even he can take three at once, jesus!

While Vito is distracted with food, Ginger and Nica are flirting sweetly on the swing.

She tried to claim a box for them, and Pookie fucking crashed into it on his belly like "ABSOLUTELY none of that!"

He eyeballed his Dad on his sibling eggs for a second and I'm just... "Bitch, you glance sideways at that nest again, and I'm putting you and your husband in quarantine until you go home."

Vito has decided Ginger is not allowed to be on the floor.

Pookie is now bowling all three of them because he craves violence.

Aaaaand Pookie got distracted by his reflection, which required an immediate pause to check himself out flexing.

Ginger and Nica tried to take advantage by smooching, into which Vito plowed like a bull in a china shop.

They are back on the swing now and Vito seems to be very surprised that the attention Nica is paying him is a genuine attempt to peck at his eyes.

He is now on the far end of the swing from her, not sure what to do.

Farthing is dancing for his exasperated wife.

Who has figured out that the moment she joins him, they will be mobbed, and she wants no part of that.

Luxie will stay where she is, thanks.

Vito is now taking his frustration out on Tandy, who kinda likes him.

She claimed a nest and he went to join her, but he's in full bully mode and came in a little more aggressive that he may have meant to.  She noped the fuck right outta that shit!

There is an Alex on my knee again.

Intently watching my face and the other birds on me.

He got back down.

Lucy is loafed on my other knee, propped on one wing and watching him over her shoulder in disdain.

Indica just tripped on his way down over my shoulder on that side and this child casually shoves him over herself without unloafing.

Poor fucking Luxie.

Farthing joined her in the nest to cuddle and then invited her down.

She followed, and he immediately let Frito tread him.

Luxie just fucking sighed and went back to the nest box.

Even Farthing is getting frustrated like "The fuck will it take to satisfy y'all so I can tread my wife?!"

Leela just strut through like "I'm a single lady! I would like some of that action!"

Which got both Farthing and Leonard interested.

But then she and Leonard got distracted by food.

Farthing now exclusively has Pookie and Indica's attention.

Pookie got distracted by the mirror.

And now Leonard is circling him like a horny little shark.

Farthing has had enough, and absconded to a shelf.

Nica and Ginger are now cuddling on the swing.

I think Vito wore himself out.

Oh!

Tandy is cuddling Wukong!

And being very flirty with him.

[dickd0c]

STRIKE

CHAPTER FIVE — “my turn”

With the weather cleared up, Nic found herself at a protest the very next day.

The car ride was interesting, to say the least. She had fucked three out of four of the people, who were all talking amongst themselves but would smirk whenever they made eye contact with her.

Nic wondered, since they were such good friends, if they got together and talked about how she was in bed.

As they neared the protest, all four of them put their helmets on. Seeing them all suited up gave Nic an odd feeling. It was pretty hot, she had to admit, seeing them in their badass uniform. She did tend to be a sub, so something about a powerful get up gave her butterflies.

Nic's eyes looked over to Alpha, who was grumpy as ever. Logically speaking, since she had fucked three out of four of them, wouldn't he be next?

Nic shook her head. She was going to a protest for something more important than sex. Get your priorities straight.

The protest turned out to be peaceful, for once. The pigs were lined up as usual, pretending they were hurt by the insults some brave people spat in their faces. Nic was near the front, as usual, shouting "hands up, don't shoot!" with her palms up in the air.

She got distracted, however, when she saw a very tall man move in the corner of her eye. She turned her head and immediately knew that it was Tank. Who else towered at seven feet tall? Nic bit her lip, thinking about that night. She hadn't seen his dick, but she had felt it. And proportionately speaking, it must have been pretty damn long.

Snap out of it.

Nic watched Tank get in the officer's faces, smiling slightly as he pointed at them aggressively and no doubt spat out some pretty lethal insults. As he got closer to her, she could hear his words.

"Damn, you're pretty short," he sneered, using his hand to compare heights with a very average height officer. He moved on to mockingly salute the next, and then to invade the third's privacy by putting his face directly in front of him.

Specops. That's what Nic learned they liked to call themselves. All suited up, especially when as tall as Tank, Nic couldn't help but wonder how intimidated the cops must feel.

On the drive back, everyone was rather chatty, probably because the protest was going relatively well. Even Alpha chipped in a few sentences, though none in response to Nic. She had a feeling that he was just trying to ignore her existence.

You must be making that hard for him to do with all your moaning.

Nic smirked to herself. That would usually embarrass her, but Alpha was the only person in the apartment who hadn't heard her firsthand. He didn't seem to like her either, so if she was annoying him, she considered it a win.

Athena cleared her throat. "So, Nica," she started, making Nic smile at the new nickname. "Have you thought about it? Moving in? I know we'd all like to... get to know you better." She added that last bit rather suggestively, but Nic chose to pretend that the conversation they were having was a lot more normal.

"I have," Nic replies lightly. "I think I want to."

Alpha made a strangled noise, but everyone ignored him. Instead, they all started cheering as Tank wrapped his arm around her and gave her a side hug.

"Great, then you can get the fifth bedroom!"

Nic's jaw dropped. "Are you telling me there was a fifth bedroom this whole time?!"

Tank chuckled beside her, making her smile slightly despite her annoyance. "Yeah, but we use it as a storage room. We didn't want to clean it out for you if you were just staying for a day or two."

"Wow, thanks guys," Nic droned sarcastically, but she couldn't help giggling when the others (minus Alpha) all snickered.

It took a few hours, but soon enough, Nic had her own room. She brightened up looking around at it, even though the walls were bare and the bed sheets were extremely ugly. But at least her closet was full of clothes. The next step would be for her to get her phone, and maybe she could find a way to get the rest of her belongings sent to her.

After a late dinner of pasta, Nic found herself in her room, changing into her pajamas. She nearly blushed when she saw the pajamas that Athena had bought for her to wear. She picked one out carefully, one of the only ones that weren't see through. It was a gentle lilac color, made of silky material. She slipped the tank top on before sliding on the tiny matching shorts.

"Nic."

Startled, Nic turned to see Riot at her door. She flushed, vaguely aware of her nipples pointing at him even through the tank top.

"I think it's my turn." Riot closed the door to his room, standing in a powerful stance with those darkened eyes.

Fuck. Nic walked over slowly, stopping with her back to the wall. Riot turned so he was facing her. Nic watched the tan male ravage her body with his eyes, lingering at the lacy trim over her chest. He then stepped in, pressing his lips to hers. Nic was pleased to feel his kiss being gentle this time, his tongue  running over her lower lip before meeting hers in her mouth.

Nic places her hand on the top of his chest, dragging it down slowly so that she could feel all his abs. Her hands reached his sweatpants, where she didn't hesitate to undo the knot and slide her hand inside.

Over the cloth of his briefs, Nic began rubbing gently. Riot groaned softly against her mouth before pulling his head away to rest in the brook of her neck. He placed gentle kisses under her jaw as she kept rubbing his cock, feeling the member grow so large that the briefs must have been restraining it painfully. Nic gave a suddenly squeeze to his throbbing dick, making him hiss and bite her neck.

Riot's hands were suddenly on top of Nic's head, pushing her down. Normally, Nic couldn't stand a headpusher, but she would certain make an exception for Riot.

She knelt in front of him, her feet hitting the wall, and pulled his sweatpants down a few inches. She was met with his dick begging to be released from his briefs, so she did just that, bringing the briefs down just enough for Riot's massive dick to come out.

Nic's jaw dropped. There was no way she could fit all that in her mouth. She could hear Riot practically growl in impatience, but she took her time examining his cock before finally placing her lips on the tip. Her hand slowly pumping the length, she got to work swirling her tongue up around the tip and swallowing down his precum. Nic was going to make Riot wait for that orgasm.

Nic let herself put more of his cock in her mouth, peering up at him innocently to see his eyes flared up in anger—but in the sexiest way possible.

Next thing she knew, he had her hands pinned up against the wall with one of his. His other hand was cupped behind her head as he suddenly started thrusting into Nic's mouth.

Nic gagged as his large cock hit the back of his throat, but she didn't protest as she let him fuck her mouth. He was doing most of the work, leaving her to run her tongue over him and groan against him.

"Fuck," he whispered as threw his head back, tightening his grip on her wrists. "You like this, don't you?"

If Nic could speak, she probably would've said something like "yes, sir."

"You like it when I fuck your mouth, huh?"

Nic moaned in response, making Riot mutter more curses under his breath. He tangled his fingers with Nic's hair, pulling tightly as his last few strokes slowed down but stretched out. With one last thrust, he came inside of Nic's mouth and pulled out, panting.

Riot dropped Nic's hands and quickly put his briefs and sweats back on. Nic swallowed all the cum, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she stood up slowly. When she was standing, Riot was still in front of her, his hands on either side of her head. His eyes were closed as he was still trying to catch his breath.

Nic gave him a quick kiss, pushing her chest up against his, before pulling away and ducking under his arms to sit on her bed.

Riot turned to her, gave her a tired wink, before turning to the door and twisting it open. Both he and Nic were caught by surprise to see Tank leaning against the doorframe with that bold smirk on his face.

"My turn," he said in an oddly low voice, walking past Riot and over to Nic.

Nic, her mouth tired from pleasuring Riot, almost wanted to say no until she saw the dangerous look in Tank's eyes. That night they had sex, he had been fairly vanilla. But right now, just seeing his dark blue eyes ravage her body and his tongue lick his smirking lips, Nic decides that her mouth could definitely go for round two.

Riot had found a place leaning against the wall, watching the other two interact.

Somewhat shakily, Nic stood up, nearly chest to chest with Tank. With a finger to his chest, she slowly backed him up to the wall, pushing him firmly against it. Tank locked his lips, clearly ready.

Lowering herself onto her knees, Nic realized she'd have to hold herself a little higher to reach Tank's cock. She smiled to herself as she pulled his shirts down with his underwear, revealing his already hard dick. The girl looked up, brown eyes meeting blue. She made sure not to break eye contact for even a second as she slowly pumped his cock up and down, feeling the already large cock grow into something massive.

Taking a deep breath, Nic wrapped mouth around as much cock she could handle at first, her hands pumping the rest. Her tongue swirled around the tip as she moved her head up and down on his cock, listening to his mains fill the room. She couldn't see him, but she tried to imagine the look on Riot's face in that moment.

As Nic took more of Tank's cock into her mouth, she sped up her pace, resisting the urge to gag. Soon enough, he filled the back of her throat with cum.

Swallowing, Nic lifted herself up to her feet, seeing Tank's eyes still closed in bliss and Riot's mouth agape. She smirked as Tank closed the space between them, rubbing his hands all over the side of her body as he covered her lips in a kiss. A few moments passed before she felt another muscular body press up against her from behind, placing biting kisses all over her neck and shoulders.

Nic smiled in between a kiss, imagining what her life would be like living in that apartment. She couldn't help but to thank the heavens for birth control.

[liw-the-melancholic-apple]

How it may have gone - Humble Beginnings

A fic taking place in the marauders era. While the political climate seems to head to a conflict, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are still just teenagers. Dealing with typical teenage problems.

But this year their little group grows. Who would have known that more prefects would be a good thing?

Masterlist

Six: The Christmas Party I

“I hate the fact that you have all afternoon to pack and sort things out and we have to rush tomorrow!” Nica glared at me.

“It only means that you have something to do tomorrow. I’ll just have to wait until it’s time to get ready for the party.”

“I expect you to help me”, Milla said passing the pumpkin juice.

We finished our lunch and walked over to the Gryffindor table where the Potter-posse was still ferociously digging into their food.

“Sit, sit, sit”, Pettigrew said while grabbing the big  bowl of chocolate pudding.

“Why do you act like you haven’t eaten in days?”, Nica asked, when she sat down next to Potter.

“We were carrying out a very important mission this morning and missed breakfast”, he answered.

“What could possibly be so important that you’d miss breakfast for it?” Blair sat down between Pettigrew and Milla and eyed the fruit cake but didn’t take it.

“Somebody needed to be taught a lesson in respect”, answered Black while waving at the water bottle in front of me, I passed it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Flint said some nasty things yesterday in Charms”, Black explained.

“So, we decided to die his hair pink and give him some matching robes”, Potter smirked.

“How did you get into his dorm?”

“We didn’t. We waited for him in the foyer, hexed him and then spent an hour in McGonnagal’s office”, Remus sighed. “Hey, is there still a blueberry muffin in that basket?”

“Yep!”, Chloe threw him one.

“What did he say?”, Blair asked. The boys all remained suspiciously quiet for a while. In the end it was Remus who answered, consciously calm and through clenched teeth: “Flint found out that Milla is muggleborn.”

“Guess you can imagine the kinds of things he said”, added Black.

“You hexed him for me?” Milla’s big blue doll-eyes welled up a bit as she looked from one of the boys to the other.

“That’s what friends are for, right?”, Potter winked at her.

Milla jumped up and first hugged Pettigrew, then Potter on her side of the table, ran around the whole thing and threw herself in Black’s and Remus’ arms. As Remus awkwardly hugged her back, Black and I grinned at each other.

“Thank you!”, Milla whispered trying not to cry.

“Anytime”, Pettigrew answered. “Don’t you dare cry, by the way, I’m not good with tears. Or girls, for that matter.”

That last comment was enough to have us all laugh for a couple of minutes.

When we strolled into the foyer Black had an arm around the still teary-eyed Milla and the conversation turned to Christmas break, which we would all leave for in two days.

“Are you guys gonna see each other, then?”, Potter inquired, with his lighter in front of my face.

“Usually, Milla and I woud see each other – thanks – but she’s chosen to abandon me”, I answered before inhaling the smoke.

“Please, abandon you! I’m going on holiday with my family. And you’ll survive! Crick, Jonas and Tristan will all be home for Christmas.”

“Wait, you live close to Cricket?”, Remus suddenly asked.

“Yep, we all grew up together in Marlowe’s Creek, why?”

“We live in Godric’s Hollow”, Potter answered. “And the boys all visit the second week of break.”

“Why’s that interesting?”, Blair asked.

“I told you about the party Crick and I go to on New Year’s Eve, right?” She nodded her head yes.

“That pub is in Godric’s Hollow. It’s the next town over from where we live.”

“So you’ll get to see each other over break? That’s not fair!”, Nica cried out. Potter looked me up and down for moment. “That pub is not Morgana’s Raven by any chance, is it?”

“You’re going, too?!”

“All of us”, Black answered and high-fived me.

“Not fair!”, Nica cried again.

Pettigrew wondered why Potter, Milla and I had never run into each other if we lived so closely to one another and Milla explained that we usually only went to Godric’s Hollow between Christmas and New Year’s to go to the Winter Market, which Potter found boring and childish.

We stayed outside and chatted until the first bell rang and all of my friends had to run like the devil was after them to make their classes in time.

I decided to smoke another cigarette and make a plan for packing my trunk. As much as I hated getting ready to leave, I was really looking forward to Christmas.

Upon entering the foyer I ran into Crick who told me that his parents would also take Felix and me home. Our parents were good friends and usually didn’t bother to all come to the platform. Last summer my parents had dropped the four of us off.

We went to the common room together and found ourselves in our favourite nook, discussing the plans for the holidays, Jonas’ progress with Elaine – none – and the party that would take place tomorrow.

Crick wasn’t sure how he should talk to Blair, because they both knew it wasn’t really a date and I told him to just be his lovely self and maybe compliment her.

“Tell her how amazing she looks in her dress! She’ll love to hear that”, I suggested thinking back to the weekend before and the dressing room incident. I had kept my promise to not tell anybody but I had also gotten a lot more conscious of what I said about my clothes or my body in front of her. Maybe, I thought, if she got some more self-esteem I could stop overthinking every single conversation.

From his date we moved on to mine who I’d meet on the third floor with his friends. Crick found that it was nice of me to go with him although I didn’t fancy him just so he could spent the night with his friends and not be the odd one out. I told him that Nica had cried the year before when all of us had gotten invited and she hadn’t. So, I knew how much it probably meant to Pettigrew to be able to go. He always was outshone by his three friends, either by their performance in the classes, their witty comments, or – if I was being honest – their looks.

Although Remus had all of those nasty scars in his face and on his arms that he was very tightlipped about and would never explain, his jawline was nothing short of a super model and his sandy hair looked always perfect. And then there was his infectious smile and outrageous height, that had enough girls gushing over him.

Black wasn’t the most wanted chap in the entire school for nothing either. He wore his dark brown hair to his chin and always in a “I-just-got-out-of-bed” kind of way that was effortlessly handsome. Combine that with the way his face looked as if it was chiselled out of marble, his dark grey eyes that always seemed to look into your soul and had that stormy mysterious quality to them and his bad-boy demeanour and you knew most girls dreamed of him when he gave them his signature smirk.

Potter was more ruggedly handsome than his friends. His messy hair and crooked smile made you feel safe but also invoked a sense of adventure. He was taller than Black and had a gangly quality to him, but he knew how to control his body and he had that confidence. Add to that his protectiveness – that not everybody got to see, Lily Evans was the best example of that – and you got yourself quite the charming chap.

Pettigrew was by no means ugly, but in comparison to his friends he was very average looking. His dirty blond hair just sat on his head, without doing much for him. His freckles were sort of cute, but not manly and his blue eyes always seemed watered down. Aside from that he was shorter than Black and the tiniest bit podgy. All in all he just didn’t stand out.

Crick listened to me describe the other boys with an open mouth. When I had finished he asked me to describe him as objectively as possible just so he knew I paid attention to him.

I closed my eyes, so I wouldn’t cheat and started: Crick was roughly the same height as Potter, towering over most girls in the school. He was built like a rugby player, broad shoulders, muscular arms and flat stomach. His blond curls were usually fairly short and gave him an American look that paired perfectly with his greenish blue eyes, diamond cut jawline, bushy eyebrows and toothpaste commercial smile. I knew for a fact that he was one of the most wanted guys in school.

“Why, thank you, Tea. That did wonders for my self-confidence.”

“You do not need any more self-confidence.”

We bickered a bit about whether or not he was self-conscious before he asked me whether Milla was going to the party alone. She was. Remus hadn’t asked her to go with her. Just yesterday Black and I had gotten worked up about that after dinner. According to Black Remus had made a couple more remarks about her and that he didn’t have a date for the party but he didn’t take any of Black’s hints that she would definitely say yes if he asked.

Milla had actually turned down two blokes in the last week. Ratchett from our year in Ravenclaw – an arrogant know-it-all none of us could stand – and Lamar, a seventh year Hufflepuff. She had told both of them that she had promised my little brother to be his date so he wouldn’t feel intimidated. The boldest lie I’d ever heard her tell, since Felix had given in to Siobhan Johnston after all.

When I asked her about it she denied that it had anything to do with Remus and said she just wanted to have fun with us girls and the boys without being held back by some random chap. I didn’t push it any further but I was sure she still waited for Remus to ask her.

“Why doesn’t she just ask him?” Crick’s face was covered in confused wrinkles.

“Because ‘a’ she still isn’t sure whether she’s into him and ‘b’ Milla is the most traditional girl you’ve ever met. Nica would go and grab the boy, bully him into saying yes, but Milla will wait for the boy to ask her. Simple as that.”

After an hour of gossiping and theorising we both headed to our dorms to start packing. A daunting task. I was never a tidy person and the idea of having to pack up my life terrified me. I decided to start with the big wardrobe and just threw everything that was in it on my bed. I would need clothes for tomorrow during the day, the dress for the party and my travel outfit. With those things on my desk I folded up the remaining clothes and sorted them into piles according to the kind of stuff they were.

I moved on to my drawers of bras, knickers and socks and by the time the other girls got back to the dorm my bed was covered in neat piles of clothes. Before I cleaned out my nightstand and the bathroom I got the huge trunk from under my bed and opened it.

“I don’t believe it!”, I yelled. “Remember how I went on about being stupid for having left my favourite ring at home?”, I asked the other four who had all turned to look at me.

“Yes, hard to forget.”

I held up the silver ring with a gigantic black gemstone on it, that I had gotten from my grandma for my last birthday.

“It fell out of my jewelbag and I didn’t see it…”

I put the ring on my desk to wear Saturday and Sunday and started filling the now empty trunk with my clothes while the other four stood in front of their wardrobes sighing. My nightstand could be cleared out completely, the only thing I left on it was the hated alarm clock. The book I was currently reading I threw into my backpack to take on the train.

A quick look around the bathroom informed me that I would need all of the things over the next two days. So, I came back into the dorm and took Milla to the terrace at the common room to smoke. After that I helped her sort her clothes onto her bed and then we went to dinner.

The others spent the evening packing while I teased Felix about his date with Siobhan.

If ever there was a long day, it was going to be this Saturday. While Slughorn’s club meeting were usually rather uneventful, his parties were legendary and an absolute highlight. Waiting for one of them to begin was therefore torture.

The girls and I had decided to sleep in to shorten the day and catch breakfast in the last half hour. That plan worked out rather well. When we entered the foyer four boys stood in front of the staircase shaking their heads.

“D’you know how long we’ve been waiting here?”, Remus asked with a stern look.

“Sorry, we don’t do waiting for parties well”, Chloe answered with a grin as she walked right past him.

“Why don’t you just have your smoke now? Just today we’ll break the pattern. I’m sure Peter will survive that”, Nica suggested.

“Or we could have second breakfast at your table”, Pettigrew countered.

His idea found a lot of supporters and so the nine of us sat down at the fairly empty Hufflepuff table. Before I could even scan it for coffee, Black held up a huge mug filled to the rim and shoved it in my hand. Then he filled one for himself.

“Cheers!”

“Cheers!” We clonked our mugs together and wiggled our eyebrows when we saw Remus and Milla sitting next to each other arguing about the last raisin roll.

“You already had breakfast! Be a gentleman for Merlin’s sake!”  Milla won the argument and chewed her roll triumphantly while Remus buttered a scone grinning.

“What are you gonna do until the party starts?”, Potter asked Blair.

“No idea. I still have some packing to do but other than that, I think it’s gonna be a lot of sitting around…”

“Oh no!”, Pettigrew screamed. “No sitting around on the last day in Hogwarts this year. You will do something adventurous.”

“Like what?”, Nica asked eyebrows raised.

“We were thinking a snowball fight first, followed by a round or two of truth or dare, lunch, maybe we could introduce you to some our favourite short cuts in the castle and we also thought of playing a round or two of quidditch. After all we represent the two winning teams of this season.”

Potter was right. Hufflepuff had positively diminished Slytherin in the December game a few weeks back, which had probably led to the comments Flint had made about Milla and the insults  I had to endure since then.

“I don’t know about the truth or dare”, Chloe said eybrows furrowed, “but the rest sounds great! If we went for the snowball fight first at around…”, she checked her watch, “ eleven we could take lunch at one o’clock and fully warm up for the tour of the secret passages.”

“Spoil sport”, Black smirked. “Fine we cut the truth or dare”, he sighed stealing a muffin from her plate.

“That was the last one, Black!”, she growled.

“Shouldn’t steal my fun, then…”

We finished breakfast, went for a quick smoke and made plans to meet in the foyer at eleven.