#im gonna try to uhhh chill. and get into edit brain

[orcelito]

I may be a little bit manic

[all-hail-the-witcher]

hey— a lot of shit just went down, so do you think you could maybe write some sprace fluff ? it doesn’t have to be long, i just need something to put a smile on my face.

so I haven’t written sprace in a hot minute and I suck at fluff but let’s see what sort of trash I can whip up

also I’m like 98% sure I got this like at 1:30 in the morning maybe twoooo night ago ?? I’m sorry I’m only just getting to it now babe, and I hope you’re feeling a bit better ;  )

also let’s just say that uhhh I stole most of this from things fizz and I have messaged each other and also a quote from a cassandra clare book

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ship: sprace

genre: floof

warnings: Race doesn’t know how to put his shoes away

words: a couple

editing: lol wat

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Race kicked off his shoes haphazardly, one landing in the bin and the other near the couch, not that he cared, and called loudly for his husband.

“SPOT!”

A loud groan came from their bedroom and Race smiled, skidding gleefully to the doorway.

“You called, love?”

Spot groaned again, and Race could see that he was curled up under a blanket on their bed, wearing one of Race’s sweaters. Race always bought his clothes big, but this particular sweater was still about a size too small on Spot. It couldn’t have been comfortable.

Race climbed under the blanket and pulled his arms around Spot tightly, kissing his jaw before nestling his head in the crook of his neck. “Bad day?”

“The worst,” Spot sighed, putting his hands over Race’s and fiddling gently with his husband’s wedding band. “People are terrible.”

“That they are,” Race laughed lightly. “You’re pretty decent though.”

“I better be,” Spot sounded mildly offended. “You’re the one who married me.”

“And never have I regretted that.” Race pressed a kiss to Spot’s temple. “You're the best thing that’s happened to me.”

Spot hummed in satisfaction, or maybe agreement. Either way, he was quiet for so long that Race thought he had fallen asleep.

Until, Spot finally whispered something so soft Race almost missed it.

“I thought you would never come home.”

“Nonsense baby,” Race whispered, squeezing Spot a little tighter. “I’m always gonna come home to you.”

“But what if you leave?”

“That’s like,” Race considered for a moment. “That’s like saying that theoretically the entire planet could crack in half at this very instant, leaving me on one side and you on the other, forever and tragically parted. But some things,” Race smirked, pausing to kiss Spot’s nose, “are just too unlikely to dwell upon.”

Spot gazed at Race with a look of bemused adoration. “I love you. And all your weird analogies,” he said finally.

Race nestled closer to his husband. “I love you too.”

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the planet cracking in half thing is from not my brain jace herondale said that. we Stan that man. too bad he’s fictional. and also has a badass girlfriend.

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