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albert doesn't really KNOW how to express affection. he steals race's cigar every once in a while, but he doesn't think race really appreciates that. what he knows (or thinks) race likes is when albert hugs him, when albert compresses race as tightly as possible for as long as possible. usually albert isn't a hugger, but something about the way race melts in his arms is addicting. the faint smell of smoke on his vest, the soot on his cheeks wiping onto albert's neck, where albert wouldn't want to clean, to keep that faint reminder of race on him for a little longer.
some mornings albert 'accidentally' puts on race's vest instead of his own, to smell his scent of smoke and sweat and warmth in winter. sometimes he climbs into race's bed with him just to Be with him. to feel race's warmth and smell his smoke.
being with race is the only thing he really wants, he thinks.
youre telling me racetrack Higgins WOULDNT be into y2k fashion?????????????? he's a DANCER he's a MODERN MAN he's GAY of COURSE he loves y2k!!!!! the wraparound sunglasses, the tight crop tops, the big jeans, the headphones???? that man was MADE for y2k!!
Romeo is nearly asleep when he feels Albert rapidly gain weight on the other side of his bed.
He hears a whisper; 'Al, you awake?'
A returning whisper; 'Yeah.'
A quiet chu.
'Race, we can't do this here,' this whisper was barely louder than a breath. 'Romeo's right there.'
'He's asleep, we'll be fine.' Chu.
The bed sags even more.
'What if Romeo gets up early and finds you sleeping next to me?'
'That's a problem for the morning. Stow the seriousity.'
after the strike, the older manhattan newsies are *ruined*. like, comatose, barely awake, exhausted to the CORE. and the younger newsies are SO full of energy like 'YAYY WE DID IT' and the older newsies can only respond with 'ough' before they collapse onto a table at jacobi's. some of the older newsies have taken to sleeping in the same beds at the lodge because it helps them sleep easier. after jack moves to be with davey working in pulitzer's office, race and albert take over the manhattan newsies, trying to keep the morale up while barely keeping it together themselves. when albert suddenly breaks down in tears trying to get the younger newsies to just please listen to him, the only thing race really knows to do is hug him as tight as he can and try to kiss his cheek as inconspicuously as possible.
of course, it doesn't go unnoticed. it creates tradition and openness within the younger newsies; they feel comfortable crying in front of each other for the first time, and often kiss each other on the cheek or forehead to cheer each other up. when jack comes to visit and he finds such a supportive environment, led by race and albert holding hands and wearing steel promise rings, he's spellbound.
he can't believe that race and albert brought this about.
he's so proud of them because now they can finally be themselves.
crotcheting my cat a phat doobie because I am an enabler but it's racetrack higgins. thank you for coming to my Ted talk
man I get sprace I need sprace too I think we all need sprace ... but no javey??????????? understandable ig ig but man I love javey ... no hard feelings also writing sprace rn bc of this post ... expect it soon ...
does anyone have any sprace fic recommendations ? i need more sprace content in my life