- Chapter 75 - Spralmer Fluff -
Warnings: Okay, this is actually really cute and I'm very happy with it
Modern AU
Third Person POV

Spot (23) walks outside, his eyebrows furrowed.

Where could he be?

Spot opens the front door, looking outside.

Elmer (21) sat in the grass, his yellow skirt spread out around him like he was a princess, eating ice cream.

Spot chuckles weakly. "What are you doing, Ellie?" He asks.

Elmer looks up at him, smiling. "Al said that we shouldn't eat the ice cream inside because we don't want to make Molly jealous," he tells him, looking at his ice cream.

Spot chuckles. "I'm almost positive Allie was joking, Ellie." He tells him softly.

"But Molly will be sad if I don't give her any." Elmer tells him, looking up at him with his eyes that looked more like puppy eyes than their dog's. "Besides, I'm almost done."

"Come on," Spot holds his hand out for Elmer. "Let's go inside." He tells him.

Elmer nods, using Spot's hand to pull himself off.

He brushes the dirt off of his skirt, smiling at himself.

Elmer wore a yellow shirt, a yellow and white top that didn't have sleeves, his yellow butterfly barrette, Spot's key, and his yellow converse with white socks.

Spot looks at him, chuckling softly. "You're so cute, you know that?" He asks.

Elmer blushes, smiling brightly.

Race's locket had a picture of his boyfriends in it, along with the one of his mother and him.

Spot had given Elmer his key necklace and Elmer had given Albert his heart necklace.

It had a cross on it, but Elmer had taken it off and put it on Spot's key necklace that he wore cause Albert wasn't very religious.

Spot and Elmer walk into the house, Elmer's ice cream finished.

Molly, their golden lab, jumps on Elmer.

Elmer grins at her, plopping himself down on the floor and letting Molly kiss him.

Spot chuckles, going to sit with Race (21) and Albert (22) on the couch.

Albert was helping Race finish his work for one of his classes.

He was a senior in college at MIT.

Race sat with his legs crossed, his notebook on his lap. He was wearing a large blue shirt that was sleeveless, black pants, his flannel around his waist, and blue converse.

The right side of his hair was pulled back by his blue butterfly barrette and he was fidgeting with his locket.

Albert points to something on his paper. "See how that works?" He asks.

His fiery red hair was also partially pulled back by his green butterfly barrette, and Elmer's heart necklace was around his neck.

He had a yellow, sleeveless flannel on, black pants, brown boots, and a belt.

Spot wore basically what Albert was wearing, except his shirt was a sleeveless undershirt and he wore jeans.

He was also wearing red, unlike Albert who wore yellow and orange.

Spot and Albert look over the side of the couch when they hear giggles, finding Elmer on the floor, giggling a lot as Molly kissed him.

The two older boys chuckle.

Race turns his notebook back to Albert. "Like this?" He asks.

Albert nods, smiling.

Race sighs. "Thank God." He mutters, continuing to write on his paper.

Elmer, who now sat up, his back against the wall, with Molly, who was definitely too big to be laying on him, laying on him. "God is wonderful and we should be thankful to him for everything." He comments, looking around at the room as his mind wanders, doing nice to Molly's fur.

Molly, who had been jumping around a few minutes before, was now almost asleep because of this.

Albert exhales. "How you have only gotten more innocent since Freshmen year amazes me." He comments under his breath, looking away from his second youngest boyfriend.

Elmer just shrugs.

Spot chuckles.

Race flips his blue notebook closed. "Finally done," he sighs. "I really should have not let you talk me into a break." He shoots Albert a half-hearted glare.

Albert chuckles, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, holding up his head. "It was good for you." He responds.

Race rolls his eyes, getting up to go put his notebook away.

He was stopped by someone grabbing his foot.

He looks down to find Elmer holding his foot.

Elmer cheekily smiles up at him. "I'm pulling your foot." He says.

Albert and Spot chuckle.

Race facepalms. "That's now how that-" he stops. "Forget it. You're adorable." He ruffles Elmer's hair.

Elmer let's go of his foot to fix his hair, and the barrette.

Race uses this chance to go to their room and put his stuff away.

Elmer starts to crawl after him, not feeling like just walking after him, when Molly sat on him.

She lays her head down on his head, laying down across his body that was sprawled across the floor.

Elmer starts giggling really hard.

Molly didn't seem to care that he was giggling since she just stayed on top of him.

Race walks out of their room, stopping when he sees them.

He chuckles softly.

Elmer looks up at him. "She-" he giggles. "She's claimed me like-" he tries speaking in between giggles. "Albert when he- doesn't want us- to leave him- in the morning- when he's warm."

Race laughs.

Spot chuckles, kissing the top of Albert's head.

Race pulls out his phone, taking a picture of still giggling Elmer and Molly and sending it to the Newsies group chat.

He sits down on the couch next to his other two boyfriends.

Albert and Spot were teasing each other about something.

Race just looks at his phone.

Romeo had responded to the picture.

Romeo: I love El's outfit. The skirt is really cute.
P.S. Specs is typing for me since I'm laying my head in his lap and don't feel like moving, so that's why there is proper punctuation and grammar and such.

Race laughs to himself.

Elmer lays his head on Race's shoulder. "Whatcha doin'?" He speaks up curiously.

Race looks at him. "You've gotten Spot's accent a bit." He comments, laughing a bit.

Elmer sits down next to him in the couch, his head still on Race's shoulder. "What can I say?" He starts. "I pick up accents very well." He starts, using a very poor British accent.

Race laughs. "That was horrible."

Elmer laughs.

Elmer leaves his head on Race's shoulder, holding Race's hand and letting Race rub circles into the palm of his hand as they scrolled through Race's phone together.

"That's cute." Elmer uses his free hand to point to a skirt.

It was a pretty shade of teal.

Race nods. "It is."

They had somehow made it to the clothing side of Pinterest after scrolling through the Theatre side for a while.

(A/N, me yesterday lol.)

"And that dress." Elmer adds, his eyes glued to the small screen in Race's hand. "It's just a bit long. I'd trip over it."

Race laughs. "Me too."

Albert and Spot look at them, smiling softly. They're so cute.

Albert looks down at their hands, entwining their fingers.

Spot smiles.

Albert leans his head over a bit.

Spot presses a soft kiss to his forehead.

"As much as I hate to disrupt this moment," Race starts softly. "I need to go start cooking."

Elmer nods, pulling away from him.

Race gets up. "Spot, want to join me?" He asks.

Spot nods, getting up.

Spot shoots Albert a look, nodding subtly to Elmer.

Albert nods, going and sitting on the couch next to his boyfriend. "Hey, want to watch a movie?" He asks.

Elmer looks at him. "Can we play a game?" He asks.

Albert nods. "Sure. What game?" He asks.

Elmer thinks for a moment.

Race and Spot chuckle softly, walking into the kitchen.

"He's adorable." Race comments.

Spot shoots him a smirk. "So are you," he responds with a wink.

Race's face reddens.

Spot noticed, even though Race tried to hide it while he got out a bowl.

Spot chuckles.

Albert was in charge of keeping Elmer out of the kitchen while they, usually Race, cooked.

It sometimes worked with Spot doing that, but usually it was Albert.

Elmer was a huge distraction while cooking.

Or doing anything at all.

His brain couldn't just focus on one thing at a time, he was kinda like a child, who was 21 years old.

Race points to the fridge, looking at the measuring cup he was filling. "Please grab me milk." He requests.

Spot nods, opening the fridge.

A comfortable silence falls in the kitchen while they cooked, the two boys just enjoying each other's presence.

"Do dogs lose teeth?" They heard Elmer ask.

Race and Spot chuckle, Race's eyes still fixated on the mixture he was stirring.

"Oh," Race starts. "I baked a cake the other day, while you guys were out." He informs Spot.

Spot looks at him, a soft and amused smile present on his face. "What were you stressed about and was that the only thing you cooked?" He questions.

Race's face flushes slightly. "I hate how well you know me," he mutters, stirring his mix. "But no, I also baked cookies and pizza, though I gave that to someone else." He answers.

Spot chuckles softly, walking over to him and slipping his arms around his waist.

Race leans his back against him, still stirring as Spot plants a soft kiss to his forehead.

Race smiles.

"I love you." Spot whispers, resting his chin on Race's shoulder.

Race turns his head slightly to press a kiss to Spot's cheek. "I love you too." He whispers.

Spot smiles.

"Aww!" They heard Elmer exclaim. "Bows are totally your thing, Molly!" He says.

Race and Spot heard Albert dying laughing.

"Oh gosh." Race mutters with an amused smile as he turns back to the stove.

"Will you be okay in here for one second?" Spot asks with a soft chuckle.

Race nods. "Go figure out what happened." He chuckles.

Spot laughs, leaving Race alone in the kitchen.

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