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slashingdisneypasta · 8 months

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Chick Hicks x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: After winning the piston cup (or ‘winning the piston cup’), Chick comes home completely hammered and despite you being pissed at him you take care of him.

Warnings: Drunkenness plus a love-hate relationship on your end. Also you brush his teeth, which I don't know- could be something. Some people could find it gross as a concept but its really not that detailed I promise XD

“Baby, come on, listen. About the race, I- ahhhhhhhhhh- “You stop him from finishing what was destined to be an incredibly incendiary excuse for what he did today by guiding his mouth open with your thumb on his chin and the rest of your fingers tucked neatly underneath- and shoving the toothbrush in there, scrubbing his alcohol-stale teeth. Afterall you’re the one who has to kiss him good night- Even if he is abominable, obnoxious, disgusting, sleazy, desperate, arrogant, bitter-

You take a deep breath and calm yourself. Just being in this bathroom with him right now feels stifling. It was never a secret that Chick was any of those things, you even like some of them, but the tragedy he almost caused today truly is something else. You are so mad at him. You want to rip his moustache off his top lip.

… or at least just tell him you will and make him believe it. Make him a little scared of you.

That’s the least this bastard deserves right now.

But instead, you just continue to brush his teeth. You focus on the task; Brushing the plaque and the sickly sweet smell of all the celebratory drinks he had out of his mouth. It’s almost calming, and in the light of your little modest bathroom (Without his jacket, covered in cheap sponsors and the same poisonous colour of his Shyster Cremlin.), you can almost forget that this is Chick Hicks- Jealous, Desperate, 25-year-long runner-up to the King and 2006’s Piston Cup Champion in name only. You can pretend this is just Chick, your overconfident, middle-aged boyfriend. Almost.

While you’re brushing his teeth he even relaxes, though he was huffy at first. Soon enough his head was almost lolling along with your strokes he was so at ease. You have trouble looking at this man, with his fluffy ruffled hair and his plain white t-shirt that all men just look so good in, and connecting him to those horrible words you heard him say just before sending Strip’s car flying. I am not coming in behind you again old man.

Taking a deep, stuttering breath, you finish up and clean the brush- chucking it in the toothbrush cup and leaving the bathroom while he spits. Before he follows you. “Hey, hey, hey! Wait, baby, I- ow.“ He runs his shoulder directly into the doorframe trying to follow you’re fast retreating form, his vision still a blurry mess due to the drink and also, he took out his fricken contacts. It doesn’t stop the man for long though, he just waits for the world to stop spinning- then pushes forward after you to the bedroom. “W- wait hold up! I wanna talk! Don’t you- don’t you wanna talk to me?? You always wanna talk… “

Rolling your eyes, you tuck your hair behind your ears and sit down on the edge of the bed. He sounds so pathetic. “Yeah and you never do.” You just say, unzipping your boots and setting them tiredly at the foot of the bed by your feet. Chick drops down on the mattress beside you so heavily it makes you bounce. Fucks sake-

“Awww, c’mon, new day new me! Right?? Heh.” When you just take out your phone and check your notifications instead of responding to that piece of rubbish, and you both see the billions of notifications about Chick’s stunt and Strip’s health and Lightning’s good deed - him gazing guiltily over your shoulder, -, Chick closes his mouth firmly. Like oh, that’s pretty bad yeah…

After a few moments of just staring at it all, you sigh and drop your phone in your lap. Done with it. “… why’d you do it?... “You ask, quietly, turning to look at him. His lips are pulled into an awkward frown under the moustache and for a moment you that think he’s actually not going to reply. That he’s going to leave you on ‘read’, in an actual conversation, and you’re going to make the bastard sleep on the deck- when he shifts and digs his tongue into his cheek.

“… I- I just had to win… “He shrugs, like I don’t know what to tell you. That’s it. I had to beat him.

Taking a deep breath, this time smooth, you run a hand through your hair and get up off the bed. What did you expect from him? An actual explanation? A deep-dive into his feelings? You’d need the jaws of life to make him think abstractly about his own attitude. That’s Chick for you. You love him, somehow, but you hate him a lot too. “You’re on the couch tonight.”

He gives a huff, like nothing major at all happened today and he’s just a bad husband putting up with his strict wife. “… right… saw that comin’… “

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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For the fic sentence thing, I thought of these sentences for different characters (you don't have to do all of them of course, I wanted to give you a choice and also not flood your inbox more than I already have 😅 I hope that's ok. Though if it isn't, you can just ignore this)

Norman Nordstrom

He found it amusing when you, gently, ordered him to sit down while you made tonight's dinner, as if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years.

Freddy Krueger

You were just walking down the halls of the very familiar boiler room, an amused smile on your face as you felt the air behind you shift erratically, right where you knew that Freddy was 'sneaking' behind you.

Jennifer Check

"Are you sure I need all this?" You asked as your friend added more cosmetics to the shopping basket, "I don't wear makeup that often anyway... Wait, are you using this as an excuse to shop for your own makeup?"

Inkubus

You did find him pleasant company, really! Even if he did look at you... That way... But it's not like he was anything more than a charming- albeit way too smooth- guy you knew.

Slenderman:

"You stress yourself too much." You state- not in a playful tone that would imply you had other things in mind, but a genuinely concerned and slightly frustrated tone, "C'mon, let's get a cup of tea, or take a walk through your forest. You love your forest!"

Chick Hicks (Human)

"Wow, your car is pretty impressive." You commented with a smirk, before leaning against the front of the car foxily, "Do you use it for just the races, or can you make use of it on your downtime too~?"

Randall (monster or human, you decide)

'Really? He has to bother me on my lunch break too?' You thought while rolling your eyes once Randall approached you.

Psycho Weasel (human or toon, you decide)

Everytime without fail, whenever his friends managed to 'bring' you here, those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went.

Cruella De Vil

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that song- the only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her- and you singing along with it on the radio.

Ok I better stop here. Holy moly, it was harder than I thought to configure 1 sentence for a whole narrative XD

But anyways, even if you don't write these (which is totally fine!) I hope you at least got a kick out of these sentences ^^

These are great sentences XDD Much better then the ones I added!! 🤣🤣🤣 Thank you so much, these are fantastic prompts to work with!! I did them all- because- I couldn't resist XD

Also most of these exceed the sentence limit by one or two 😅Sorryy...

As if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years. With Norman Nordstrom

He found it amusing when you, gently, ordered him to sit down while you made tonight's dinner, as if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years.

So he did not sit down, he instead followed your footsteps into the kitchen- so silently, apparently, that you did not hear him. You jumped under his touch when he found you at the stove, and wrapped his arms around your middle; Tucking his chin over the top of one of and watching unseeingly, silently, over one of your shoulders.

You quickly relax under Norman's familiar, strong touch though, and feel the warm and fuzzies envelope you just like his arms that you know perfectly well could hurt you so easily- but instead make you feel safe. With a gentle smile, you just continue to cook the steaks and the broccoli, listening to the sizzling sounds with him and relaxing against his warm body until they're good and cooked, and you turn your head to whisper to him how its done and he can wait at the table if he wants.

"No," he just says, gruffly, turning stubbornly to collect plates and cutlery for the both of you. "Not leaving."

Right where you knew Freddy was 'sneaking' behind you. With Freddy Krueger

What is he doing??? you ask yourself, exasperated and bemused at your doofus' antics and almost tempted to ignore him- he's been hiding from you for hours, only giving you a sense that he's near every now and then to keep you on your toes as you wander the maze of a boiler room... just like this. You shouldn't turn around- you shouldn't play right into his hands- his games... but god damn it, you cant help it!!

"Fredd- oh for fucks sake, get your burnt ass outta the shadows, I am not gonna fall for this again you toothpick-fingered, melted-cheese-face looking- "You're just building up to call him a bitch, when you turn back in the direction you were walking again and come face to face with the smug, smirking bitch. It takes your breath away, surprised at the sudden appearance. "- Oh."

"Yeah,... oh."

Wait, are you using this as an excuse to shop for your own makeup? With Jennifer Check

"Needy, am I using this as an excuse to shop for my own makeup?" Jennifer asks, not even paying a whole lot of attention to your concerns, even as she picks up your hand and draws a cute little heart on it with a tube of tester lipstick.

Needy, the one pushing the trolley, gives a tight smile, a tired sigh, and a blunt nod to you as you stand there with your hand stuck in Jennifer's grip.. "Yeah, she is."

"... oh you bitch- You do not get to share our curly fries when we hit the food court."

Even if he did look at you... That way... With Inkubus

You did find him pleasant company, really! Even if he did look at you... That way... But it's not like he was anything more than a charming- albeit way too smooth- guy you knew.

... right?, you think, looking hopefully at the little adorable koi fish in the pond you're kneeling next to; awaiting guidance from them. "I mean- I'm too busy for a guy," You whisper this part out loud followed by a very nervous chuckle, sprinkling a few food pellets to the fish as offerings. "So... I can just ignore this- him- cant I?? Surely... "

Feeling crazy, talking to koi, you give a frustrated sigh and lay down in the grass beneath you by the pond; Closing your eyes and trying to clear your mind of thoughts... about him... him... aghhh!

Little do you know, of course, Inkubus is there right then, with you- leaning against the side of a tree just out of sight, and thinking how abominably adorable you are... thinking you could ignore him.

C'mon, let's get a cup of tea, or take a walk through your forest. with Slenderman

"I don't have time for a cup of tea," he snaps back, the tentacles on his back practically flying they flick around so much; The irritation clear in his body language. "I have some teenagers to kill."

"You wont kill Jeff and Liu... they're too valuable as manual labour- you need them."

"Oh no I don't- I have you."

The way your jaw absolutely drops, at that, causes Slender to stop his flicking for a moment - if only a moment, - and release a sound somewhere akin to a low, staticky, inhuman chuckle.

Foxily. With Chick Hicks This is a prequal to his section in This Smexcerpts post.

"I can use this whenever I want! Why, baby?" Chick swaggers up to you, setting his feet on either side of yours so his body is right up against yours and he's looking down at you; a mischievous look on the older racer's face that just matches the twinkle in yours, "Didja have an offer for me?"

You know this is probably not a good idea - Chick Hicks does not have the best reputation, and he seems to act just like how the tabloids show him, unlike the other racer's you've met today, - , that you should just finish flirting with him and leave it at that- let that be the story you tell when you're searching for bragging rights... But his warm body against yours sets you alight and you desperately want this man, now; Any way that he'll have you... take you... use you.

So, flashing a dangerous smirk, you slither your arms up over his chest to link around the nape of his neck, playing with the short, brown hair there. "Hm, no~... Do you have any for me?"

He has to bother me on my lunch break too? With Randall Boggs *Note- This one is linked up to This set of Dark Drabbles. I feel like that may be what you were going for??? I dunno, but there it is, now XDD 😅

'Really? He has to bother me on my lunch break too?' You thought while rolling your eyes once Randall approached you.

Ugh... Pouting, and feeling sick to your stomach now because he's back and he's taking your hand in his as he sits down next to you, and he's so close... you can feel his breath on your face as you huph and lower your lunch; Defeated. "Do we have to do this now?? I really wanted to enjoy this rot dog... "

He gives a chuckle, eyes flickering to the paperwork in front of you that you were gonna do while you ate- like he's entitled to know what you're up to- like you're truly in a relationship with eachother. "Sweetheart this is lunch, this is exactly when I'm gonna get cosy with you- get used to it, and maybe eat when you get home if I really turn you off your lunch... "

Eyes downcast, you cringe in on yourself, away from him. "... I want you to leave me alone, Randall... "

"That's not going to happen, doll, so keep quiet and give me a smile~ "

Those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went. With Psycho Weasel

Every time without fail, whenever his friends managed to 'bring' you here, those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went.

Greasy disgusted you- he would take great pleasure in being the one to hold you down while one of the others tied you up; With the canvas bag over your head you couldn't really see whoever it was touching you... but Greasy had his calling cards, including wandering hands and groping.

Smartass hurt you ears, yelling at you, and yelling at the others too.

Then Stupid was a real problem- once he got a hold of you, you were not getting away.

Wheezy stank, and if you ever got lung cancer you would blame him, but to be truthful he never really went near you- his problem was staring, those slate grey eyes would make you feel cold just feeling them on you... but still, they were nothing compared to Psycho.

He was the one you worried about, the one that caught your attention; the way he looked at you, but never ever came close to you, was different... you kind of wanted him to come near.

The only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her. With Cruella De Vil

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that song- the only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her- and you singing along with it on the radio.

When you turned to look over your shoulder and see Cruella standing in the kitchen doorway, the words to the song die on your tongue- your hands no longer washing dishes. Quickly though you switch that shocked look on your face in with an awkward, yet smug grin; Giving a jaunty little shrug. "Its catchy- and so true."

For a good moment, she just sneers at you; Looking like she's about to snap for your insolence in her own home... then her eyes disappear up into the back of her skull in that cool, intense way you love- quite used to your insolence (Sometimes, its a good thing after all). "Whatever- I'm just too busy to worry about the influence Rufus' dumb little tune might have right now-- Did my package arrive at all, today, or do I need to pay that postal office a visit?"

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