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i wear your granddad’s clothes (i look incredible)

Because you love him, this wild mustang of a boy who’s everything you’ve learned to steer clear of as well as everything you’ve ever wanted in your long, long life. He disrupts all your routines just as thoroughly as he wrecked your roads six months ago; it would only be fair to make him fix it, make him fix you.

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only the sun (has come this close)

Your body hasn’t felt this whole in years. Decades, even. You think you’re dreaming at first, even though it’s been so long that you don’t even have concrete enough memories to conjure up something like this. Feeling young, feeling good. Not hurting.

You pinch yourself. It hurts, and you don’t wake up, so you do it again. Harder. And it still doesn’t work and now you’re really panicking. You stumble your way down the hall in a body that’s too large and awkward to move in, like a suit that doesn’t fit right.

(aka the docmcqueen bodyswap!AU that changes everything)

only the sun (has come this close)

Your body hasn’t felt this whole in years. Decades, even. You think you’re dreaming at first, even though it’s been so long that you don’t even have concrete enough memories to conjure up something like this. Feeling young, feeling good. Not hurting.

You pinch yourself. It hurts, and you don’t wake up, so you do it again. Harder. And it still doesn’t work and now you’re really panicking. You stumble your way down the hall in a body that’s too large and awkward to move in, like a suit that doesn’t fit right.

(aka the docmcqueen bodyswap!AU that changes everything)

Here you go love!!!

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Amid the chaos of the pit, Lightning just—loses his mind a little. He doesn’t mean to ruffle Doc up, it’s more that he fucking forgets, sometimes, where he’s allowed to kiss Doc and where he’s not, especially since they’ve told nearly everyone in Radiator Springs and that’s lowered his guard a lot. So fifteen minutes before the race starts and Lightning needs to get into the rollcage, he corners Doc, grabs him by the headset hanging around his neck. “Hey,” he says, grinning. “Good luck kiss?” 

And Doc’s eyes get wide before he actually flushes, which he hardly ever does, even during sex. Then, he presses a broad palm to Lightning’s chest and gently pushes him off. “What?! No,” he says gruffly, the blue of his irises flashing under the glare of the sun. “Who do you think I am, kid?” 

My fucking boyfriend Lightning very nearly reminds him. Until he realizes what he’s doing, and bites it back reflexively, shaking his head. “Oh,” he bites out, letting go of the headset so suddenly, like it burnt him. 

“Get your head in the game,” Doc says sternly, gaze sweeping the pit. Luckily, anyone who’s not a crew member is busy and doesn’t pause to notice them, but still. It’s a close call, and shit like that makes Doc jumpy, every time. Usually Lightning cares so much what other people think about him, but this particular thing, for some reason, feels like a truth that should be shared, broadcasted. Because it makes him happy. Because he feels proud. So he won’t even realize that he’s not faking the role of Doc’s hotshot racing mentee convincingly enough. That he’s acting more like his boy, and less like his project. 

He spends the next few minutes zipping up into his jumpsuit, feeling guilty while Doc keeps his distance, shaking his head every few seconds like he can’t believe what an idiot Lightning is. 

Doc is still shaking his head when he comes back, grabs Lightning’s elbow in a firm grip an says, “Hey, kid. C’mere. Got something to stay to you in private.” 

Lightning thinks he’s gonna get chewed out for not focusing on the race enough as Doc steers him away into a supply closet, but instead, once the door is locked behind them, Doc cups his face between his palms and drags him close to press their lips together. “Good luck,” he says gently as he pulls away, thumbing over his favorite freckle on Lightning’s cheekbone. “Sorry I got snappy back there. I Just. It’s hard enough keeping my head around you, pretending m’not used to touching you all the time, and. I dunno. You make me crazy.” 

Soft and Only by objectlesson moodboard by @carfucker95

“Is that why you’re always hard?” Doc asks, marveling at him, at the way they fit together, how neatly and magically, “Because I’m always soft?”

Soft and Only by objectlesson