#mars gets asks!!

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give me psych stuff to write. im blanking

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Albert hc’s because i love him more than anyone alse and i just saw that he’s your blorbo too

my albert headcanons!!

- absolutely huge arms, legit the size of jack's head, because he works out a lot. wears sleeveless shirts to show off.

- has snake bite piercings.

- really good friends with tommy boy and racetrack. his bestest friends.

- dog person

- he is a really good cook, his ma taught him. he used it to cope when his dad left.

- has lots of scars from random injuries.

- deeply deeply in love with my bro finch but definitely had a crush on race at some point in his life.

- would do just about anything for someone if they offered him a burger.

- rugby player and also a skateboarder.

- listens to a lot of different music but mostly 80's rock or 90's rap.

- trans (ftm) and wears oversized clothes so people don't notice.

- partially deaf.

- bit of a geek but does not let people know. he loves lotr.

- make a LOT of sex jokes. will sometimes just sign them to race across the class and they both start laughing.

- he gets angry very easily, doesn't know how to control it very well.

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Could you write the newsies in ikea (aka pure chaos)?

"act normal for five fucking minutes, okay?" davey orders the other boys, all gathered outside the ikea. "five minutes for me to pick up what i need and leave, okay?"

"jesus, dave, whaddya think of us?" jack asks, shaking his head. "we're not gonna embarrass you, okay?"

"speak for yourself," race mutters.

"race, i will lock you in the car, don't fuck around in there," davey snaps at him. he shepherds them all into the ikea. he positions them all by the exit. "stay." he heads off the boys look around at each other.

"let's go have a fake breakup," albert says to race. they both run off with each other to a kitchen model. race smacks his hand down on the counter.

"you're just not committed to making this relationship work!" he shouts down at albert.

"you're the one who got fired from your job three months ago and hasn't gotten a fucking new one! i'm overworked!"

"overworked and cheating on me?" race counters. only albert would do this with him. "i know all about finch!" he yells.

"i'm not cheating on you, race! finch is a friend!" race gasps angrily and smacks him. albert nods at him, telling him he's fine.

"don't lie to me, albert, i'm not stupid!" while albert and race scream in the kitchen section, jack has dragged jojo and smalls around with him.

"bet you can't fit in that sink," jack says. smalls glares at him. "do it."

"fine." smalls climbs up onto the counter and folds herself into the tiny sink in front of them. "see, jackass?"

"now get out," jojo says, pulling out his phone. he starts recording as smalls tries to escape the kitchen. "this is beautiful, smalls."

"fuck off," she orders. she slams her side into one edge of the sink. "shit, ow. jack, help me out here, please." jack grabs her hands and tries to pull her out. "ow, no, that hurts too!" jojo laughs hysterically behind them, watching jack try to pull smalls out of the sink.

"why did we do this?" jack mutters. as race and albert fake a loud breakup and jack tries to pull smalls out of the sink, crutchie and finch have gone to the office section with the spinny chairs.

"sit, sit, sit," finch says quickly. he pushes crutchie down into one of the spinning chairs, a grin on his face. "ready?"

"spin me, finchie!" finch starts spinning the chair as fast as he can. crutchie laughs as he spins, waiting and waiting until-

"oh, shit!" crutchie falls right off the chair, smacking into the ground. "oh, shit. are you- do you feel okay?" he asks. crutchie grins wide as he gets back on his feet.

"we're doing it again, that was fun!"

davey goes back to the entrance and finds all of his friends gone. he expected it. he just follows the sound of screaming to find them.

albert and race are yelling at each other in the kitchen section, pretending to be a couple while a crowd of onlookers watches them.

smalls is stuck in a sink whole jojo records. jack at least has the decency to look embarrassed when he catches them.

crutchie and finch are racing through the aisles in spinning chairs, laughing and screaming.

"yeah, this is great." davey shakes his head. "i'm leaving." he turns and heads out of the building.

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writing prompt:

"Ooh I still have your lighter

ooh I still have your book

ooh, i still have everything you brought but never took"

-taking whats not yours, tv girl

"spot, we can help you with everything." spot shakes his head.

"i don't want your help." there's something heart-wrenching about watching the toughest person you know sitting on the floor of their living room and cracking at the edges.

"you aren't alone," jack tells him. jack is holding his shoulders, staring into his face. and he's right there. but spot feels so far away. "want to go eat? it's been a while since you ate."

"no." he pulls at the carpet underneath him. he feels hollow. everything in him pouring out through the cracks that race had patched. "not hungry."

"want to sleep at our place?" davey offers from the doorway. spot looks up at him. he looks totally gone, a step away from falling off a cliff.

"no." spot is still sitting on the ground. he looks small, curled in on himself like a child would be.

"you shouldn't be alone right now," jack tells him. spot blinks at him. he's so tired.

"i am alone."

"spot-"

"please leave."

"you can't be alone here right now."

"please, jack, just go home."

"okay. okay, but call me if you change your mind." he nods as the two others get their stuff. he just watches them go.

he gets up.

he doesn't touch anything.

race's side of the bed is still how he left it.

spot sits on his side. stares at the place where his boyfriend used to sleep. he always ended up on spot's side anyway, hugging him as he slept.

he gets back up. he can't sleep where race should be. he goes to the living room and lays on the couch. it's quiet. race used to binge watch his tv shows when he couldn't sleep. spot always ended up joining him for whatever episode of drag race he was watching.

the couch isn't good either. everything is how race left it.

he still has race's lighter on the window ledge by the balcony. he would smoke outside on the balcony cause spot didn't let him smoke inside.

it's just on the window ledge, waiting for race's next smoke. how funny.

he still has all of race's books. they're crammed into the bookshelf against the wall- every one of them is annotated and the spines are cracked and they're falling apart. there's more in the bedroom and a stack of them to be put away by the door.

race is never gonna get to break them in. he'll never get to write his thoughts, tell spot all about them until he falls asleep, or shriek when something good happens.

he still has everything race brought over from his old place. the mugs with chips in them, the knit blankets, the clothes.

he has all of it, he has everything but race.

it leaves him hollow. carved out.

life brought everything, death took anything.

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Spot sneaking in to races house in high school?

"yeah, al, i'm going crazy in here," race says to the little albert in his phone. "being grounded is so boring."

"what are you even grounded for?"

"they might have caught me doing something i shouldn't have been doing." albert raises his brows as race sets his phone down on his desk. "i was smoking. weed. oh, fuck off."

"parents caught you smoking weed and you're only grounded? my dad would've banged me up if that happened to me."

"yeah, i got lucky." he's about to say more but a bang on his window makes him jump. spot is crouched on the window ledge. "what the- al, i gotta go."

"what-"

"bye." he hangs up and runs to his window. he cracks it a little, grinning. "what if i just left you out there?" he asks through the crack.

"please don't. it's cold. and this was so much work. i jumped your fence and climbed up your wall and now i'm balancing here." race throws opens his window and steps aside so spot can slide through. "thank you, thanks. hi."

"what the hell are you sneaking through my window for?" spot smiles.

"you're grounded, i heard. i missed ya." he pulls race in by the waist, fingers squeezing his hips lightly.

"spot."

"i'm lonely without you." he sighs and spot stands on his tiptoes to kiss race's jaw.

"my parents are downstairs."

"well, that's life." race snorts. "i figured you'd find me breaking in in the middle of the night romantic."

"it is. also a little stalkerish."

"i do walk that-"

"antonio!" race jumps at his ma's voice. "what are you doing up there?"

"under the bed!" race shoves spot down and watches him scramble under the bed. his ma opens his door and stares at him.

"were you talking to yourself?"

"i was calling with albert. sorry."

"oh. okay." she shuts the door. race waits until he hears her footsteps fade to let spot out.

"i'm doing this more often, this is fun!" spot grins.

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I’m exposing myself as a bad friend btw but I forgot you had a blog until I was scrolling through the Javey tag

is this what bullying feels like??

we talk at least twice a week. in real life. we talk about my blog in real life.

y'all. beau is my bully.

(just kidding i love you)

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What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

OKAY not an otp just a ship but i do NOT get spalbert. spot and albert are like bros who also hate each other. no hate if you like this ship- literally go nuts, i love that you love it- but i dont get it romantically.

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Omg can we get a sprace sick fic? I EAT SICK FICS UP BRO I love them so much 😭😭

spot sniffles and lays his head on race's shoulder. "this is the worst date we've ever had," he mutters, crossing his arms.

"second worst," race corrects. "the worst was when we both had to go cover shifts at the hospital and lost our reservation and then they called to yell at us." spot smiles a little, even though he feels awful.

"sorry," he says. "sorry that you have to be here taking care of me, i know you had plans with your friends." race shrugs and runs a hand through spot's curls.

"i love you more than i like jack, so, don't worry about it." spot smiles big at that, mostly because he's never liked jack.

"thanks, race." he pulls spot into a hug, kissing his temple. "i must look really gross."

"only a little." race smiles. "kidding. you look beautiful, as always." he leans down for a kiss but spot pulls back from him. "what?"

"don't kiss me, i'll get you sick too."

"i'm okay with that." spot rolls his eyes. he still lets race kiss him- up until he yanks back, sits up on his knees, and starts throwing up into the toilet again. he winces and rubs spot's back as reassuringly as he can.

"jesus christ," spot groans as he sits down. "i don't think i'm gonna throw up anymore."

"do you wanna lay down?"

"if i stand up, then i might throw up."

"then i'll carry you, sweetheart." spot rolls his eyes but lets race pick him up and carry him bridal style to his bedroom. "you need anything else?" race asks. "something for your head?"

"i don't take pills."

"yeah, that isn't cutting it today, spottie. i'm going to get you tylenol and you're gonna take one, even if i have to shove it down your throat."

"whatever happened to being nice to the sicko?" spot counters.

"that's only if the sicko isn't dumb!" race finds meds in his bathroom and fills up a glass of water. "take it," he orders once he's back in spot's room.

"race-"

"sean, i swear to god. you're stronger than me but you're also sick. wanna take that chance?" pouting, spot takes the meds and water. "okay, now you can go to sleep." spot lays back and pulls the blankets up almost over his head.

"thanks, race." race bends down and kisses him on the forehead. "wait." spot grabs his wrist. "stay, please." race nods.

"i'm gonna get sick."

"shit, yeah. then go home, i'm okay." race rolls his eyes even though spot can't see and settles in next to him.

"i'm staying." spot tucks his head into race's chest and falls asleep.

- 3 DAYS LATER -

"i hate you."

"you chose to kiss me and then stay!" spot replies.

"yeah, but you're still the one who got me sick!"