- Chapter 71 - Butterfly Barrettes Help Everything -
Warnings: Slight injuries and sickness, but mostly fluff
Modern AU
Third Person POV

Race flips the covers off of him.

The covers were flipped back on him.

Race looks groggily at himself, confused. He flips the covers off of him again, trying to get up.

The covers were flipped back on him, arms snaking around his waist and pulling him against them.

Albert lays his head in the crook of Race's neck, hugging him close.

"Albie..." the dirty blonde haired boy whines.

"You're my prisoner now." Albert declares tiredly, his eyes closed. "You're staying with me here." He tells him.

Race whines, trying to get up. "I have to go to work." He responds.

Albert pulls him more against his chest and stomach, wrapping his legs around Race's. "My prisoner." He mutters.

Race continues to try to get up, when he heard the door open.

"Stay laying down, bubby." He heard Spot tell someone, maybe him? He didn't know. "You'll feel better if you sleep."

Race opens his eyes slowly, finding Spot in front of him, his hand now placed on Race's shoulder gently.

"What?" Race found speaking harder than it should've been.

His eyes narrow and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Why is speaking so hard?

"Race..." Spot starts warily, his eyes looking over his youngest boyfriend's face. "You passed out yesterday." He reminds him. "Don't you remember? And Jack's here, worried."

Race tilts his head to look up at him. "I did what?" He chokes out.

Spot looks to Albert, who's eyes had finally opened, still clinging to Race.

"I think some rest is probably good for you." Spot mutters, gently bringing the blanket up to Race's chin. "Al will lay with you."

"No, no." Race shakes his head, trying to get Albert's arms away from him. "I'm fine. Where's El?" He asks.

"I have a butterfly barrette for Race." He heard Elmer's voice, before Elmer appeared in front of him.

Spot chuckles softly.

Elmer grins at Race. "You're okay!" He exclaims.

Race cringes. "Too loud, El." He whispers.

"Sorry." Elmer whispers. "I have something for you."

He slowly brushes the barrette into Race's hair.

It was blue and it matched Elmer's yellow one.

Race notices a pink one in Spot's hair and figured Albert probably had one.

And if he knew Albert and Elmer, it was probably green.

Race felt tears sting his eyes. "Thanks, El." He whispers.

Elmer frowns, gently brushing the tears off of Race's face. "You're not supposed to cry. We're supposed to help you feel better." He whispers.

"I'm okay." Race whispers, slowly reaching out for Elmer's hand. "Just thankful and my head hurts."

Elmer frowns, looking back at Spot. "Should I make tea?" He asks quietly.

Spot chuckles softly, his hand playing with Elmer's hair gently. "Maybe in a few, El." He answers quietly.

Elmer nods, looking back at Race.

Albert's hand had found its way to Race's hair, so the younger boy was almost fall asleep again.

Race yawns softly, a bit of blush appearing on his cheeks when Albert and Spot chuckle.

Elmer yawns, before immediately putting his hands over his mouth, his eyes wide.

Spot looks at him, a bit concerned. "El?" He starts. "Are you okay?"

"It's like that video we watched!" He tells him, his voice still at a whisper. "When someone yawns or says the word yawn, it's an effect thingy!" He declares.

Spot chuckles softly. "It's contagious?" He asks.

Elmer gasps, looking at him. "Like smiles." He sighs happily.

Spot chuckles.

"You're going to make me more tired if you keep talking about yawning." Race mumbles, forcing his eyes to stay open.

Albert's hand started weaving through his hair.

Spot turns to Elmer, smirking slightly. "Keep doing it." He tells him, poking him gently.

Elmer giggles.

Race rolls his eyes. "Albie, you're not helping." He mutters.

"No," the redhead starts softly. "I am." He responds. "Helping you fall asleep again."

Race rolls his eyes.

"Race," Elmer starts, placing his face in front of Race's face so they were close. "Do you know how many times someone has yawned in a day?" He asks.

Race shoots him a not-so-subtle glare.

Spot chuckles.

"Wait..." the darker brown haired, Polish boy starts. "I don't know either." He mutters.

Spot and Albert chuckles.

"The average an adult yawns is twenty times a day." Albert mutters, his head still against Race's. "And the longest yawn recorded was 6 minutes and 47 seconds."

"We've made me tired now." Elmer mutters, leaning back against Spot.

Spot chuckles, playing with his hair.

"Come join us, El." Albert mumbles, using the hand that wasn't playing with Race's hair to reach out for Elmer. "Cuddles."

Elmer perks up, going to the other side Albert and laying down with them.

"You should probably just join now, Spotty." Race mutters groggily. "You know it'll happen sooner or later." He comments.

Spot chuckles.

"He's not wrong." Albert opens his eyes slightly.

"Fine." Spot gives in, pressing a soft kiss to Race's forehead, Albert's forehead, and then Elmer's forehead, before laying down next to Elmer.

They fell asleep like that a few minutes later.

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🎵 Only needs a little fluff in my life, only needs a little fluff in the darkk
Little, but I'm hoping it my kickstart, me and my broken heart 🎵
Lol. I'm tired and energetic, it's a fun combo