#sprace x reader

[beating-heart-anon]

cuddly!sprace x reader for anon

[rosie-anon]

Sprace X Reader? Maybe the boys are worried that somebody's gonna have their heart broken after they see the King of Brooklyn with Race's girl only WaIt Are SpoT and RacetrAck KissinG?

“Fuck,” Albert hisses, grabbing Finch by the back of the shirt and yanking him into the nearby alley.

“What?” Finch complains, but Albert shushes him.

“Spot Conlon’s over there,” he says and Finch frowns.

“So what? This is our turf.”

“He’s with Racetrack’s girl,” Albert adds, and the way he says it makes Finch’s eyes go wide. Oh.

“Aw, geez. How are we gonna tell him?” Finch asks and Albert shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but-“ he starts, but a familiar voice cuts him off.

“Spot!” Albert swears under his breath again as Race rounds the corner and both Albert and Finch get ready to break up a fight.

But a fight doesn’t break out. There’s an answering shout from Spot and some shuffling, but the two boys don’t hear any blows so they peer around the wall to see the group of three standing together off to the side of the street, Race’s long arms around both his girlfriend and Spot.

“Maybe...” Finch starts, but he trails off with nothing to say. For a moment, he thinks Albert just misunderstood Spot’s intentions, but that idea goes out the window with Race leans down first to kiss his girl and then, just as easily, to kiss the king of Brooklyn.

“Well then,” Albert says, surprised. “I guess we don’t have to tell him anything.”