pixar cars blog - I just show up here and post whatever is in my head
this is mostly a journal for my favorite guys, headcanons, AU stuff, random thoughts, art, and anything else I feel like dumping here. no schedule, no plan, just whatever I'm on at the moment ₊‧
you can call me whatever, I use he/they!
warning: some posts may include suggestive or sensitive content, even nsfw and more along these lines, and tagging may be inconsistent or missing. if that's not your thing, feel free to dip out :)
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With at least two smokers in the house, you'd expect to find a lighter. Or at least a stray cigarette you could light on the stove, or like a caveman with two sticks out in the sun. If you're creative enough, you could probably even lift the hood of the car in the garage and, with some cables and a bunch of stupid ideas, manage to light it. Boost did it once. And Wingo could do that too, why not?
There's nothing to find in the whole apartment. The kitchen drawer is empty. On the balcony it smells like old ash, but no fresh traces, no proof that someone's actually been there recently. The hallway cabinet is the last place he checks- still empty.
The Monster's fine on its own. In fact, if he thinks about it, it almost feels like a cig would ruin the energy drink's taste.
He's home alone. And he doesn't even have any appointments- no tattoos to make, nothing to pierce. He could find something to do: work on the car, sketch a new design- just do something.
He opens the fridge. Out of reflex, he even checks on top of it in case a cigarette is hiding there. Obviously, there's nothing.
He grabs the drink and retreats into his den to enjoy it.
The Monster can makes a short sound when he opens it.
---
A key turns in the front door, echoing through the apartment. Wingo immediately jumps out of bed and goes to see who's home.
"Yo- DJ? Home so soon?"
"Fuck, man, I wish. Forgot sheet music. I need it tonight."
He's already moving through the apartment. Not just walking. Searching.
Wingo follows with the can in hand.
"Why didn't you call?"
"I don't know where the fuck it is. What was I supposed to say?"
DJ flips a pillow off the couch.
Another one follows.
Then a pile of clothes.
Wingo leans on the doorway, watching.
"You think it's like… alive or something?"
"Bro- it sure feels like it."
Wingo snorts.
Then he stops.
"DJ, man-"
"What?"
"Hold on a second."
He quickly goes into his room and starts digging through a pile of papers. After a while he pulls out a long rolled-up sheet and comes back triumphantly.
"Is this it?"
DJ snatches it from his hand immediately.
"Damn right it is. Where the fuck was it?"
"Well, take a wild guess-"
DJ squints at him.
"My room. Forgot about it."
"You what?"
Wingo shrugs. "I forgot."
"I've been losing my mind over this stupid thing."
"Yeah, and now you found it."
Silence. Wingo tilts his head.
"So...good ending?"
"Not the point."
Wingo steps closer.
"You know what? I think I deserve a kiss for this."
The words leave his mouth before he can stop them. By the time the last syllable comes out, he already regrets it.
DJ freezes.
Then slowly raises an eyebrow.
A grin pulls at the corner of his mouth.
"For real?"
"Uh- yeah. Yeah."
DJ studies him for a second too long for it to be comfortable.
"Alright."
He grabs Wingo's hand and kisses the back of it.
"There. Better than paying for an energy drink."
Wingo just stands there for a second. When he realizes how quiet it gets, he clears his throat.
DJ lets go immediately and carefully rolls up the sheet like it's a useless receipt, then stuffs it into his pocket.
"Anyway."
"Anyway?"
"Yeah. I'm going now."
DJ is already at the door when Wingo stops him.
"Wait-"
"What?"
"...you got a cig?"
Wingo bites his lip, lightly grabbing DJ's shirt, avoiding his gaze.
"Thought you quit."
"I did! I did! I just- it's like a cheat day? Like how people have diets and whatever? It's relaxing, right? I gotta do something with all this free time."
"I thought you'd jerk off or something."
DJ exhales, already half gone into his pocket.
"That's- what?" Wingo chokes on his words.
"At least that's what I'd do with my free time"
He tosses a lighter and a cigarette in Wingo's hand.
"Here. You're welcome." And then DJ's out the door.
Wingo stays there still, holding both.
"Yeah...cool" he mutters to himself before heading to the balcony.
---
The air is colder than he expected.
He flicks the blue lighter a few times before the flame finally appears. He inhales the smoke, holds it for a bit, then lets it out slowly.
The cigarette tastes the way DJ sometimes smells.
Wingo lets out a small breath through his nose, almost a laugh.
He studies the cigarette in his hand.
And panics for a second. The cigarette is rolled, not factory made.
Then just...breathes it in again.
He should be fine. He hopes.
---
Back inside, Wingo settles on cleaning his room.
His desk is cluttered with half-finished projects and little trinkets he swears he'll use someday.
There's a chain lying around- DJ's. He'd been searching for that too a few days ago. Wingo wraps it around his arm to not forget. Then there's a quick doodle of DJ on a scrap of paper he'd once used to keep paint from staining the desk. Next to it is another doodle-DJ's this time- A girl with absolutely massive boobs. Wingo decides maybe the closet needs some cleaning instead.
He opens the door.
Dozens of clothes stare back at him, making him reconsider for a second. He could throw some out. Or maybe repurpose them.
His wardrobe is surprisingly consistent- mostly shades of green and purple, with the occasional red or pink or even orange, and enough black to tie it all together.
Then there's an electric blue T-shirt. A navy button-up. A hoodie he's never worn before.
A couple more things that definitely aren't his size.
The closet door slams shut.
Then it opens again.
The T-shirt gets abducted. Wingo brings it to his nose. Lowers it. Again.
It's definitely been worn. Cheap body spray and a faint trace of sweat.
Wingo throws the shirt away like it might bite him. It needed a wash anyway.
A pile forms by the door.
Maybe he should just give DJ a whole shelf to himself. Or send him back to his room.
The latter isn't really an option.
---
When it's time to do the laundry, Wingo hesitates at the door.
The T-shirt is still there. He stares at it like it might move on its own. It doesn't.
He picks it back up. Just to check. That's all. That's what he tells himself.
He folds it once.
Unfolds it again.
He brings it up to his nose. He holds it for a second longer this time before lowering it. He pauses, looking.
"...yeah"
He should definitely wash it.
---
The shirt doesn't make it into the washing machine. It's badly folded and put on his bed, between some pillows.
He reaches again.
"Man, I'm fucked..."
His phone buzzes.
Like a deer caught in the headlights, he stops.
Then he grabs it. There are some texts.
need 1 more sheet
on desk i think
pls
Wingo stares at the screen. Sighs. A faint smile creeps onto his lips.
omw
He grabs the sheet music and heads out before he can think twice.
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warning: mentions of death, blood & mild cannibalism
+ drawing of Cal at the end btw
so, I do have a humanized cars apocalypse AU, but heavily focused on Cal and Bobby so here it is on short-
oh also I still haven't decided wtf caused the zombies but anyway
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the apocalypse starts. Bobby loses his pregnant wife in the chaos, Cal has to shoot Strip who got infected while visiting him. eventually they end up in the same survivor group as McQueen
time passes and Cal has kind of always been the group's punching bag because they see him as the weakest link. he's awkward, not very useful compared to everyone else, etc. meanwhile he develops the world's most pathetic secret crush on Bobby and Bobby has absolutely no clue because he's straight and Cal was never gonna tell him anyway
one day McQueen, Bobby and Cal go out on a supply run and McQueen gets kidnapped by Chick's group. they can't get him back
after that everything starts falling apart- people get desperate, resources get low, trust disappears slowly
then Cal gets bitten
Bobby refuses to leave him behind because he thinks if Cal's gonna turn, he at least shouldn't have to do it alone. except... a week passes then another and Cal never actually transforms
Instead the infection just kinda stays. it changes him not enough to be a zombie, but definitely not totally normal anymore.
eventually the rest of the group finds out. they start using Cal as bait- literally as a human shield. if someone's gotta get close to the infected, it's him because "it's fineeee he'll survive"
Bobby's the only one who's actually pissed about this. after another survivor dies because of the group's bullshit, he grabs Cal and they leave
for a while things are actually okay but at some point Bobby dies and Cal completely loses it
he refuses to bury him. he drags Bobby's body around, talks to him like nothing happened, answers himself in Bobby's voice. meanwhile the infection keeps progressing...eventually hunger gets so bad that he starts eating pieces of bobby's corpse oh and he hates himself every single time
warning: mentions of death, blood & mild cannibalism
+ drawing of Cal at the end btw
so, I do have a humanized cars apocalypse AU, but heavily focused on Cal and Bobby so here it is on short-
oh also I still haven't decided wtf caused the zombies but anyway
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the apocalypse starts. Bobby loses his pregnant wife in the chaos, Cal has to shoot Strip who got infected while visiting him. eventually they end up in the same survivor group as McQueen
time passes and Cal has kind of always been the group's punching bag because they see him as the weakest link. he's awkward, not very useful compared to everyone else, etc. meanwhile he develops the world's most pathetic secret crush on Bobby and Bobby has absolutely no clue because he's straight and Cal was never gonna tell him anyway
one day McQueen, Bobby and Cal go out on a supply run and McQueen gets kidnapped by Chick's group. they can't get him back
after that everything starts falling apart- people get desperate, resources get low, trust disappears slowly
then Cal gets bitten
Bobby refuses to leave him behind because he thinks if Cal's gonna turn, he at least shouldn't have to do it alone. except... a week passes then another and Cal never actually transforms
instead the infection just kinda stays. it changes him not enough to be a zombie, but definitely not totally normal anymore.
eventually the rest of the group finds out. they start using Cal as bait- literally as a human shield. if someone's gotta get close to the infected, it's him because "it's fineeee he'll survive"
Bobby's the only one who's actually pissed about this. after another survivor dies because of the group's bullshit, he grabs Cal and they leave
for a while things are actually okay but at some point Bobby dies and Cal completely loses it
he refuses to bury him. he drags Bobby's body around, talks to him like nothing happened, answers himself in Bobby's voice. meanwhile the infection keeps progressing...eventually hunger gets so bad that he starts eating pieces of Bobby's corpse oh and he hates himself every single time
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before racing it wasn't that big of a deal because if he couldn't sleep he'd just stay up all night playing videogames or something. he'd play until his body eventually gave up from exhaustion and then sleep whenever he crashed
not healthy by any means, but it worked for him!
then when he got into performance racing he suddenly needed a proper sleep schedule. he has training, he has to travel, he has races...
he did try getting on a schedule and it actually helped...for like a week at best. then the insomnia came back
he'd just lie awake in bed getting more and more annoyed because he knows he has to be up early but, for some fucking reason, he just can't fall asleep
melatonin worked for a bit but then it just stopped doing anything lol. and the more he stresses about needing to sleep, the less likely he is to actually do it
it's genuinely one of the things he hates the most because he's actually tired. his body wants to sleep. his brain just doesn't want to cooperate
(I also hc that his autism contributes to the insomnia, but that's obviously not the only reason he's struggling)
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