- ok so it didn’t take me long to fall in love with this boy
- he knows everything about making websites
- 100% will get you a super nice looking tumblr blog if it’s the last thing he does
- has an ongoing feud with Jack because he’s rich folk and although he helped during the strike, they have their differences
- has a kitten by the name of Glorious Gilmore (Gilly for short) and boy does he love that cat
- the poor thing had to have his eyes sewn shut because of some severe eye trauma and soon as Darcy saw him he fell in love
- has a passion for hoodies and the color yellow so don’t be alarmed when he stalks in all decked out in the sunny color and makes you feel under dressed in your own home
- Darcy has trouble accepting his homosexuality due to an extremely homophobic father
- despite all this, he hopes to one day take over the tribune
- he can find a friend in just about everyone, but mostly sticks to the younger kids as they never run out of things to say
dude ily so much, your sprace prompt fic killed me! but I have to ask if they ever get married?
oml tysm anon!
also what a good question! answer below!
I’m sure as you can see, the many chronicles of sprace don’t come without difficulty. They’re not married yet but picture this;
Spot had everything set out perfectly in their little shared apartment. And by set out he meant mentally prepared, this was no big deal.
Somehow he’d managed to get the tiny black and while appaloosa foal to calm down with the shiniest of red apples, gladly taking the time to sit with the young stallion and remind him he was a gift. A special gift with a gorgeous black leather bridle and a light chain around it’s throat.
Now, you could just about imagine the reaction that came out of Race when he got home that morning from an over night shift at the five star Italian restaurant he called a job. Most of it containing a gasp of surprise and, “We must name him immediately.”
But he didn’t notice the silver band on the chain.
In fact, he didn’t notice the entire day, having spent it with Dal—he’d chosen the name after short deliberation, it being short for dalmatian—at the old racehorse retreat. There, he was able to get the young foal situated with his favorite mare Apples and muck around with a bit of training. He actually sort of hoped that one day he’d be able to race him around, maybe even bet on him.
Gently coaxing the foal into the stable, Race picked up the bucket of soapy water he’d prepared earlier, sponging Dal down with tender care. He was so, so lucky to have Spot. Not just because of the gifts but the immense thought and care he put into everything he did… it was just wonderful.
He soaped the foal from head to tail, taking gentle care when taking off the bridle and sort of dog-tag-like chain off his neck, hosing off the hyperactive horse when he was finished. He hung up the bridle reaching for the chain.
Oh.
He hadn’t noticed that before.
On the chain dangled a simple silver ring and on the inside of the band was engraved a simple ‘Hi’.
Could I request some sprace with touch starved race??💚
Admittedly not my best work... sorry anon, but i thought it was kinda cute!
Words: 251
Warnings: none
Ship: Sprace
Type: fluffffffffffff
Spot wasn’t one to cuddle, and that was okay. There were plenty of other things to do. Like kiss, hug, hang out together, play video games… except, Spot didn’t like many of the others and to say the very least, it upset Racetrack. He’d taken so much time, so much effort in his life to crack the hardened, brown-eyed boy into caring about him, that it seemed like a waste to give up. So he never did.
There’d been countless times they’d fought of a simple, too loving gesture. Though one day was insanely different.
Race and Spot were found on the couch one afternoon, watching some dumb documentary about an orca in SeaWorld… actually scratch that, it wasn’t dumb. It was sad. At one point Race was pretty sure that Blackfish had gotten Spot to cry. Little by little, Race had unconsciously inched himself towards his boyfriend, holding his hand. Then a few minutes later, he found himself leaning his head on his shoulder. To his surprise, Spot eagerly wrapped his arm around Race, yanking him as close as he liked, a soft, starkly tender thumb rubbing his shoulder in the softest action Race had ever seen from the boy.
Silence. And then, “You comfortable, Racer?”
And as orca’s cried and Spot breathed, Race could not be more content to just nod and hold his boyfriend… andspillhisgutsoverthephonetoAlbertlaterbutthatwasnotimportantrightnow.
Spot wasn’t really one to cuddle. But when he did, it was such a magical and heartfelt experience that even the world envied.
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