#spralbert

[ponleloquequier]

This is Spralbert to me I’m sorry.

[thejelliestbean]

Platonic or romantic you pick this time 😌

HC that Race is always very affectionate, but only with people who have earned his trust, because it’s a very hard thing to do so once you’re in- you’re in all the way. Which means he’s comfortable asking those people for comfort if he needs it after a particularly hard day or a nightmare about the refuge etc…

(Bonus!) Race loves back scratches and Albert likes head rubs better. Idk just makes sense.

[erstersandcigars]

Why is it so hard to stick to writing one fic?

Currently balancing two fics that couldn't be more different.

[gaysfordionysus]

A Ghosts longing

Synopsis:Race is dead, unfortunately he didn’t get to the afterlife, so he was stuck in the world of the living. Until he starts seeing people who should be dead, and they can see him.

TW: death, nothing gruesome but it does happen, fire(mentioned in passing), let me know if there are any more you think I should add

Author's note: Hi! This is the first fic I have ever written. This was suggested by @the-woirld-is-yer-erster . I would love any feedback you might have for me, I do plan on writing more and I would love to improve

Race could only watch. To be honest he couldn't remember the last time he was able to do anything else. He watched as his friends found his body, he watched his body enter the grave, he watched the people he loved move on and pass. He wished he could say that he did feel at least a bit of hope when they died… wished they would stay with him, stuck watching the living. But they didn't.

He wasn’t alone, there were other ghosts. He was never very close to any of them though. Racetrack had heard many ghost stories over the years, rarely were they true. Some stories said ghosts couldn't leave the area where they died, they could. Race had seen ghosts come and go, passed veterans following their friends home, ghosts traveling across the country, wanting to find the people they once loved. Race had thought of it, maybe going to see Santa Fe, to figure out why Jack loved it so much. But he couldn't leave them.

Not his lovers.

Brooklyn and Manhattan.

Spot Conlon and Albert Dasilva.

They say trios become duos, for better or worse, I guess they're right.

The two didn't move on, not fully. It was just the two of them after that. Stollen kisses missing another, a bed feeling just a bit empty, everything just slightly off. But they kept moving along, loving each other and the dead. They loved him so much.

They went to see his grave every few days, they did not know however that Race was always watching them. And how he loved watching them. He loved walking alongside them as they sold their papers, watching the quick kisses where no one would see. Well, no one living. If he could float, Race would be giggling and kicking his feet every time.

His ghost wasn't cool enough to float though, he had to walk. Forced to watch his loved ones and couldn't even do cool stuff. So boring.

And eventually, as all humans do, they passed on. Albert went first. House fire, and Spot couldn't last much longer after that. And Race had to watch all of it.

Al just passed on though, as did everyone else. Race watched a lot. The protests, the fights, the races, the celebration of the end of both world wars. But to be honest, he ignored most of it. He was happy for the living, but it always made him feel a bit numb.

He drifted along, staying in New York, waiting for the afterlife to come for him, but it never did.

Until one day he saw a face he never thought he would be able to see again.

For a few weeks, Race had been seeing posters for a show at the performing arts school in Manhattan and decided to go watch. Of course he didn't need to buy a ticket so he just slipped inside when the back stage door was open. And then it just started looking like more than 100 years ago.

A boy identical to Specs was putting some sort of make up onto another boy that sounded like Romeo. No, that wasn't right. They died 70 years ago, so how on earth could they be standing in front of him, laughing and acting like they were still teenagers at the circulation desk.

“Hey, sorry dude, you can't be back here.” Specs’ look alike called out.

Racetrack looked behind him, wanting to know who had come in, after all, he hadn't heard the stage door open behind him.

But no one is behind him.

He turns back pointing to himself, not thinking that Specs 2.0 would be able to see him. It had happened before. Some kids and animals could see him and he had heard stories of others seeing ghosts. But those were special cases-

“Yes, you, in the newsboy cap. You can't be back here, out the way you came please.”

“Specs?”

“How do you know my name?”

-End of part 1-

[lemonteaforall]

I want every newsies ship to exist at the same time, without polyamory. but also i want the poly ships. just independently, and at the same time.

is this too much to ask?

[tommonikercomics]

Can i request some spralbert to end world hunger

(Also if you respond to this, this is everyone’s reminder of your daily clicks!!)

They test Spot's strength, both physically & mentally 😔🙏

[what-the-newsies]

Happy birthday, Diva @bigmack2go !!!

This is your birthday present 🎁 🫶🏻

Spralbert hcs

(Modern Au)

- After a date, when driving home, if they don't want to leave each other just yet (which they never do), Spot sits in the drivers seat, and Albert in the passenger seat, Race will climb forward and sit on one if their laps and they will just talk for hours parked in one of their driveways

- No matter what position or order they all sleep in, Albert steals the entire blanket every single time

- They love being overtired and going to a shop for no reason. It will be like 3Am, and they'll decide to reek havoc on the local 24-hour grocery store. They act all loopy because they're so tired, and all the workers dread them coming in

- Race talks, Albert laughs, Spot listens

- When Albert and Spot want to leave a function, but Race is having too much fun betting, they'll make a bet, and if they win, they get to go home. They win every single time because they know Race and his tricks too well to loose.

- they always look up yoga poses for trios on Pinterest and try to recreate them, they fail horribly and somebody gets hurt every single time

- Play rock paper scissors to decide where to go and eat, but Race always subconsciously chooses scissors, and Albert subconsciously chooses rock. So spot always wins

- Albert and Spot always bicker about whose stronger and will fake wrestle all the time to prove themselves, Race will suddenly go 'guys, I think I might be stronger,' and he just gets chucked around 😭

- they're the typa guys to have matching Christmas pyjama bottoms

- stargazing is their main date, and it always will be

[bigmack2go]

Guysssss bring back spralbertrtt

Bring back spralberrrttttt why wont anyone bring back spralbert woth meee