the sixties weren’t good to you, were they? ☮︎

He sat up onto his elbows, studying him. Fillmore’s hair was cast out on the ground underneath him, one arm behind his head. His lips were slightly parted, and there was a dewy sheen across his cheeks where the sun was hitting him. It felt as though he would not be real, not completely, if Sarge were to reach out and touch him.

“Do it,” Fillmore’s voice echoed in the back of his mind, coaxing, “Live a little.”

Suddenly, Fillmore’s lips curled into a slight smile. He sat up slightly, elbows digging into the sand. He murmured, “You’re confusing, soldier.”

Their noses were inches apart. Sarge’s heart pounded from his chest, and he felt himself beginning to unravel beneath his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean,” he managed.

“Really?” Fillmore spoke, barely above a whisper. He leant forward slightly, fingers brushing against Sarge’s jaw. “I think you do.”

His fingers moved downward, agonizingly cupping Sarge’s chin and pulling him closer still. One thumb swept across his lower lip, sending a bolt of electricity down his spine.

It was terrifying when Sarge kissed him. Fillmore—beautiful, untouchable, unshakeable—was reciprocating. Their noses bumped together awkwardly as they broke, but Sarge pulled him back in: his need for nationality was overpowered by his desire for more.

Fillmore turned his head, and it was over. Sarge let out a breath that he didn’t realize he’d been holding; he looked down and away, feeling as though the world was spinning.

“Sorry,” he heaved. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Fillmore did not respond. He sort of half-laughed, leaning back on his elbows.

Sarge focused entirely too hard on the dull brown of the sand on the beach. The world around him was vibrating: no longer peaceful, it had become a whirlwind of sounds and smells and bright sunlight. Blood pounded through his brain, and he somewhat felt as though he might pass out. Why did he do that? What made him think that was a good idea?

“I think we should start hiking back,” Fillmore said, infuriatingly easy. “The sun will set, soon.”

(Canon) they met when Luigi poped a tire and Guido just happened to be at the right place in the right time

The love for ferraris and racing has made them close

Guido fell in love with Luigi sooner, like when they were having their first conversation. He was head over heels. Thats why he sold his garage for Luigis dream. Luigi fell in love with him then

They didnt confess for eachother for a long time because they didnt know if the other would repricocate those feelings

They were not aware how gay they looked to others. Almost everyone who even spent 5 minutes with them thought that theyre dating for 3 years by how close they were. It didnt help with the fact how fashionable Luigi was dressing, in which he wasnt aware that society viewed that fashion sense as queer

And that, unfortunately caused people to kick them out of their towns, while trying to conceal the reason why with "unsafety of their tire tower"

(Canon)Guido had lost hope, but Luigi was trying to keep his head up. Luigi said that if they get kicked out of one more town they will go back to italy. Luckily, they've chosen Radiator Springs as last resort

(Canon)Once their tire tower fell again, they thought that they will be kicked out again

Radiator Springs gang being accepting and seing them for their hardwork and character, not their way of presenting themselves; let them stay

They got together after some years passed together in Radiator Springs, when Guido got tired of keeping his feelings in, and let out all his love to Luigi in a heated argument

While they do fit the "old married couple" stereotype, their love has not become less than when they were younger

They always have the best gifts for eachother on valentines day