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elizabethxolsenn · 1 year

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She feels at home in this place. Nica Pierce X Tiffany Valentine.

Warnings; Pre-Season 1 Finale, Kidnapping, Chucky possessing Nica, Chucky slapping his wife, baby shaming, Chucky’s bitch ass is a warning itself, Stockholm syndrome, praise, pet names

Summary; Tiffany throws away everything to make Nica happy.

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Plopping down on his ass as he always does, Chucky sat across from the TV, flipping through channels carelessly. Distracted, he’d not hear his wife yelling at him from the bedroom. He never noticed Tiffany unless she wore something rather slutty that showed off her tits. Tiffany was aware, she wasn’t happy about the toxicity, but attention was attention. She craved attention. She felt wanted and that’s what she needed. Feeling like she was the only girl in the world.

Stepping in front of the TV, she frantically waved her arms. Groaning, Chucky got up and walked to her, he hated when she did this, blocking what he was doing to get attention. It annoyed him to a peak and it was like she didn’t realize he had more important things to do. Soon he’d become inches away from her face. “Can you please just clean- '' Her face went to the side, as a sound echoed off the walls, red burning quickly on Tiffany’s pale skin. She looked back at Chucky, astonished. He’s never hit her, not when they weren’t having sex. “How about your fat ass cleans.” She gasps and raises her eyebrows. She’d thought she’d grown rather skinny, then her husband tells her this? She quickly began looking down at her legs and stomach, making sure she was still fit, he’d just hit a big insecurity of hers, that wasn’t something she took lightly.

She can’t think, she can’t talk, when she does think, it’s when she makes eye contact with the body, Nica. Sure, she’s talking to Chucky, but she’s looking at Nica. Despite Nica hating her and everything, she’d never been outrageously rude or obnoxious. Nica was..nicer than Chucky? Tiffany loved everything about Nica, from her hair to her legs, even if they didn’t work.. Tripping over her words, she shoved him a bit, “Nica- She- She wouldn’t treat me like this!”

Chucky laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Raising his eyes in sarcastic surprise. “She’s fuckin’ scared of you Tiff! But if you love her so much, go ahead then! Short your fuckin’ shot red.” Smiling as he walked back towards her, his voice raspy, poking at her chest with each word that came next, “She hates you.” Tiffany shuddered at his cold voice. He walked around her in a circle, throwing his hands up in the air. Smiling with Nicas big white pearly teeth, a smile Tiffany deemed the brightest in the world.

“Hit me, Valentine! Get your sweet little Nica out!” Rage filled Tiffany. She was not to be taunted, shamed, or hit. Her eyes watching him prance around her, she couldn’t hold herself back, clenching her fist, she breathed in and out before throwing a hit at his Jaw, falling to the ground, with a loud huff, Tiffany looked at the body, seeing the jaw redden. “Nica..?” She asked, slowly reaching for the girl.

“Don’t touch me, please.” Nica winced, using her hands to scoot her body against the couch best she could. She looked up at Tiffany, who was completely distracted. Did she have to hit so goddamn hard? She rubbed her jaw, which ached harshly, watching as Tiffany paced back and forth, pulling at her hair. Tiffany was never worried, this was odd behavior.

“Nica, honey, do you need ice?” Tiffany was breathing rather loud, and honestly it has been annoying Nica. “I want to leave.” She complained, slouching, she hung her head down, Tiffany laughed, almost as if it had calmed her worry. Starting to walk to the kitchen to grab her "lover" an ice pack, Nica took this as a chance to make her way to the phone, moving herself with her arms as best she could. She was breathless, this is a struggle, she thought, almost there… she pulled herself up with the table, and reached for the phone, idiotically, she used both her hands, causing her to fall backwards.

“Fuck!” She yelled, she’d hit her head on the hardwood. Almost immediately, she saw Tiffany by her side, had she always been this beautiful? Surely it was a possible concussion. She was very dizzy, her world spun, and Tiffany, Tiffany seemed to spin as she picked her up and walked to the door, noticing the pink room, Nica sighed. She hated, absolutely hated her room. It was all pink and prissy and it pissed her off. Being laid down on her stomach, Nica folded her arms and used them as a head rest. "There’s a bit of blood, doll, close your eyes." Nica scoffed at this, almost turning to Tiffany to see the blood. "Maybe he’ll kill you, then we’d both be free."

Tiffany could only smile at Nicas’ false plan, Nica knew that would never work, unless she was just to dumb too understand, perhaps she was running from her truth. Nica needed Tiffany just as much as Tiffany needed Nica. Parting Nicas hair, she found a small wound that would scab up, digging through her drawer for the first aid kit, she found pictures she meant to throw away, tossing them across the room, she could see the way Nicas eyes followed, she sighed as she finally found the kit, grabbing gauze and antibiotics.

Honestly, Nica, even if she denied it, was deep down in her huge heart, in love with Tiffany. Maybe it was the attention she lacked, or the kind words from the older woman.

Nica began to speak as Tiffany cleaned the blood, attempting to keep her hair clean. “You know, if you weren’t like..a murder, I feel like we’d have a nice life. Together, I mean.” She closed her eyes in pain when Tiffany accidentally pressed down a bit too hard in excitement. Quickly apologizing, Tiffany internally panicked.

A nice life? With Nica? That’s all she seemed to want, the only thing keeping her from getting it, was Chucky, and how Nica was his little trophy.

Eventually she pulled up Nicas hair into a ponytail, kissing her cheek gently. “I’ll change..” She mumbled, almost inaudible for the brunette to hear. Nica bit her lower lip, flipping herself to her side.

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Nica likes to see the best in everyone, even when there is no best. With Tiffany, she has faith.

“Tiffany, you can’t keep watching Jennifer Tilly’s movies, you’re not her.” This was the 5th Jennifer Tilly movie being watched. Tiffany sighed and got up from the couch, with Nica, she’d never have to yell to prove a point. She stood above Nicas wheelchair, cupping her face.

“Nica, Sweetie, see the ball be the ball. I look like Jennifer, so if I wanted, I could be Jennifer, got it?”

She sighed, but nodded. No matter how much hate was pent up, she had manners, “Yes ma’am,” she said quietly. Tiffany patted her face and smiled, playing the movie and smiling at her success. Leaving a small kiss on Nicas forehead, she sat back down, Oddly enough, Nica hated the loss of contact.

She groaned, Tiffany’s head looking over, a slight curve of her lips.

“What’s wrong, my sweet Nica?” She leaned on the arm rest of the couch, propping her perky breast, Nica shook her head, trying her best to not stare, “Nothing, Tiffany.” A pink hue covered her cheeks, as she looked to her hands over the pink dress she’d been put in.

Tiffany grinned and leaned over, kissing Nicas cheek, she wasn’t stupid. Well..not that stupid.

“The Twins are coming over tomorrow, now, you can be good, or you can be gagged and trapped in your room.” Tiffany said, smiling at the girl in front of her, her elbows on the arm rest, her hands on her face. Nica looked over, thinking about her choices.

Could she really, truly, keep her mouth shut if she had free roam with the twins?

She nods, “I’ll be good, not a word about it to them.” She smiles, because with good, comes rewards, like seeing the sun, or picking her own clothes.

The toxicity of this was slowly becoming overlooked. Covered by kisses, or laughs. Nica slowly found herself consumed by this darkness Tiffany raidiated. “Weird,” she thought.

The feeling was new, never had she felt like this. Her heart would beat when she merely heard the voice of her captor. Her face would turn a shade of pink when a soft laugh came from Tiffany.

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As heels calmly walked into the house Nica called home, she sat calmly in a sweater with the last name, “Tilly,” on the back of it, and a pair of jeans.

One of the twins looked at this slightly familiar woman, truly, in search of their mother.

“I’m sorry, aren't there 2 of you?” Nica asked the long haired redhead. They shook their head and sighed.

“Well- there is, but Glenda didn’t want to come. Something about mom being a maniac..” Glen looked around the house, assuming their mother was fond of the color pink.

Tiffany came through with an apron over her dress. Smiling and immediately hugging her child. “Glen, sweet face, how are you!” There came a smile on the teens face. A smile only a mother could bring. Happy for Glen, though, upset she never got to feel this love because of the child’s dad. How she felt hatred for that man. Something that could never be forgiven.

Shaking her thoughts when the voice she loved said her name. She smiled brightly and turned her wheelchair to them. “Yes?” She asks softly, her aim was to please, to not upset Tiffany, and to not think about Chucky. So instead, she focused on the child in front of her, and the woman she fell for more each passing minute.

Nica was being..off, Tiffany thought. She smiled awkwardly as she brought her child forth. “I was telling Glen how you’re their new step mother, isn’t that right?” There’s a hint of evil behind Tiffany’s eyes, a hint of manipulation. Nica opened her mouth to talk, but instead, interrupted.

“Oh my god, you’re the girl who supposedly went bat shit and killed all those people!” Glen said, cocking their head to the side.

“You don’t look dangerous.” Nica shook her head. Rubbing her temple. Oh how sensitive this topic was. She thought on how to address it for a second.

“I’m..not.” She breathed calmly. Smiling, but truly upset on the inside.

“Your dad is..very tricky, baby.” Tiffany said, putting a hand on Glen's shoulder.

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Nica lays on her side in Tiffany’s California king as previous events run through her head, did Glen really not know it was their father?

The bed dips and Tiffany sighs, laying on her back, making sure not to touch her. “It’s just for the weekend, then you can go back to your room.” She says with a smile.

When she fails to earn a reply, she turns to face Nica, a small frown on her lips. “Nica? What’s wrong?” She says with a look of care.

She looks at Tiffany’s lips, but back to her eyes. “I guess..I just forgot everyone thinks I’m a mass murderer until today.” Tears fall from the side of her face, but are quickly wiped away. “Hey, shh, it’s okay, it’s not your fault, Nica.” Tiffany whispered to her. A small hint of gloss in her eyes.

Nica begins to cry more, hugging onto Tiffany more, burying herself in the blonde's chest. “I just. I don’t wanna be seen as the monster, Tiffany. I don’t want everyone to be so scared of me.” She sobs. Nica is the sweetest girl anyone could know. But with the virus known as Chucky in the back of her mind, nothing could be separated anymore.

The voice in the back of her head, itching to kill, haunts her everyday. She swears if she could shed curb stomp the fucking doll.

The calming sensation of someone scratching her scalp and whispering soft nothingness to her snaps her out of whatever she was thinking and her head becomes empty. She looks up with wide eyes and bites her lips. She reaches up and kisses Tiffany softly, slowly, and thoroughly.

Surely shocked, but Tiffany doesn’t hesitate to kiss her back. It’s sweet and passionate. Everything disappears for a moment, like it’s just the two of them in the world, Tiffany’s hands on Nicas face, and Nicas on Tiffany’s hips.

Nica pulls away slightly, looking up again.

“This is wrong..” she whispers, but not an ounce of guilt behind her eyes.

Tiffany searched her face before answering, “Then why does it feel so good?” She leaned in again, pressing their cold lips together. Nica immediately pulled away this time.

“Tiff..I hate that I love you.”

“Then don’t love me.”

If only it were so easy. Nica shook her head. “I can’t.” She lays her head on Tiffany’s chest, her home, her everything. But she didn’t need to know that.

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Tiffany lays in bed, the early birds sing, the sun shines bright through her window, a rather fine Saturday morning.

Nica lays next to her, hair messy, face covered. So god damn pretty.

Tiffany moved hair from Nicas face, smiling at her freckles, kissing her nose softly. Not killing, not feeding her addiction is hard, but it’s all for the woman beside her.

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