This will be modern au + canon era because I've done the canon era autistic headcanons twice already. I know you love angst but shhh it wasn't in the ask
Albert has troubles with social cues. He's a little blunt, especially with his jokes, but never means any harm. He feels so bad when he realises he has hurt someone's feelings but doesn't know how to manage that. Especially since it's usually way after the fact. Albert is a huge overthinker so he often comes to terms with how blunt he was late at night when he's lying in bed and can't sleep.
He's very touch. He loves holding hands and tight hugs but he doesn't like it when someone suddenly grabs him. It usual results in him shoving the person off. It's never his intent to hurt them but he gets startled by unexpected contact.
Albert feels tired most of the time. The newsies are very loud causing him to feel overwhelmed. Being in constantly loud environment with many things changing isnt easy for him. His friends try to quiet down when they notice he's having a bad day which causes him to feel even more guilty. He already feels bad for not participating in the fun and now for "ruining" it. Even though none of his friends really mind.
This boy hates changes! Especially within his friend group, schedule or his eating habits. He is the type of person to always place the same order at Jacobi's to the point all the waiters have it memorised. When the food he orders isn't aviable he'd rather skip lunch then eat anything else. He's also the type to love plain foods. His favourite (and comfort) dish is tomato soup.
He's very fidgety! He mostly stims with his hands flapping them around or tapping on things. He also doesn't know what to do with his hands if he isn't holding anything, maybe that's why he enjoys the hand holding so much. But he also got himself some fidget toys that keep him distracted and that he loves to play with. The younger newsies wanted to borrow them at first and he didn't know how to turn them down until Race stepped in
He has trouble with face expressions and usually repeats what he sees in other but he isn't good at reading them. When he's alone or with the people he trusts he gives up on mimicking them all together and just stays with the neutral non-expressive face at most times.
He can't tell when someone is making fun. Which is why rest of the friend group made it their personal mission to soak anyone who dares to insult Albert. He can take care of himself just fine but they try to save him the trouble.
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Hi! I love your writing! May I request NSFW alphabet with Albert? GN please. Since I keep seeing only for female readers.
NSFW ALPHABET - ALBERT MORIARTY HEADCANONS
Warnings : this is obviously NSFW, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : smut
Word count : 2.4K words (oops)
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Albert’s ideal picture of aftercare is—yes, you guessed it—cleaning up with a warm, damp towel, and then lounging in robes on the bed, glasses of wine in hand. He might ask Louis or Jack for a platter of freshly cut cheeses and fruits, since him using the kitchen would spell disaster.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He quite likes his back. He’d like to think of himself as decently strong, and he particularly loves it when his beloved rakes their nails down his back, drawing just the right amount of pain from him as he drives them mad with pleasure.
He’s completely spell-bound by their eyes. Whenever he’s languidly fucking them into the mattress, he loves the way their eyes waver with surprised pleasure as he fills them to the hilt. And when he’s mercilessly pounding into them, the way their glossy eyes roll back as tears fall down their cheeks has his own orgasm come crashing much faster than anticipated.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He doesn’t know why, but he loves pumping his cock over the pretty arch of their back, spilling his release onto their soft skin. He always watches keenly as his cum trickles between their ass, marking them as his in a way only he could. He tends to cum a lot, and in thick ropes.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
As a man of such high standing in society, he’s always expected to be as prim and proper as could be. Sometimes, however, Albert feels daring enough to steal a pair of their favorite underwear and stuff it in his tailcoat pocket, leaning in to whisper the filthiest of things in his lover’s ear amidst a ball. People would never guess from the polite smile on his face just how lewd his honeyed words were.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Oh, he’s quite experienced. Everyone had thrown themselves at his feet since his teenage years, regardless of their gender, and Albert was never too picky. He quite liked the idea of debauchery being offered to nobility. He was, however, an incredibly attentive lover, and always returned the favor tenfold. And somehow, his dalliances never held any ill-will towards him after he ended things, even choosing to remain good acquaintances afterwards.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
For reasons untold, he loved nothing more than taking his lover from behind, their head buried in a pillow and hands desperately clutching at the sheets, while his large palms held their hips down as he slammed over and over into them. The way their ass met his hips with each thrust was an addictive sight, one he could never get enough of.
Other than that, any position where he can see his lover’s bewitching eyes is an absolute yes for him. As long as he can see just how badly he affects them, and how addicted they are to the way he stretches them out, he’s more than satisfied.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s definitely quite serious, though he can never help the smirk that makes its way on his face whenever he finds them babbling senselessly at him with sheer pleasure. He’s not above chuckling if his beloved makes a lighthearted comment here and there, though, and he’d be sure to gently kiss them fondly as he does, before proceeding to push them closer to climaxing.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Decently well-groomed. As a man who cares quite a bit for appearances, Albert never lets things get too unruly. He’s not overly concerned, though, and once he settles down with his beloved, he just tends to trim every now and then. His curls are only a little darker than his brown hair, and surprisingly soft.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
At first, with his passionate sessions, one would think that this was merely intense fucking, set by his unforgiving pace or his lazy but mind-blowing thrusts. But if they would look closely, they would notice the lovestruck look in his eyes that almost spelled obsession, or the tender kisses in between messy orgasms, or the attentive fingers that always found their most pleasurable spots. Caught on a sentimental day, he might even wax a little poetic while sheathed inside the warmth of their hole.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Not all too often does he masturbate. While away on missions, he never really gets the time to himself to sit down and unwind like that. And when he’s at home, he never hesitates to tug his lover in a sensual kiss that was an invitation for a little fooling around in bed. If he ever does masturbate, it would once every couple of weeks, if his beloved is too exhausted to keep up with him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He’s definitely got quite a few. For one thing, he certainly enjoys some sensory play. Tying his lover up and blindfolding them, only to watch as they come undone with his touch alone… now that’s a treat.
He has quite the heavy marking kink. Seeing them sprawled over their messy bed, back covered in blooming purple marks and teeth marks on their neck, with his release puddling at the curve of their back; this has something feral awakening within him. His slight possessiveness means he adores letting others know they’re all his. And he’d love it just as much if they reciprocated the favor.
Albert also happens to be a big fan of cockwarming. If he’s locked up in the office for hours, he adores getting his darling to sit atop his lap, hole clenching around his length. In fact, it arouses him so much to the extent that he’d sometimes cum just from having their walls flutter around him just right.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bed is definitely his number one favorite spot. He loves the idea of spending hours on end bringing each other to the heights of pleasure. He’s not opposed to a little fun in his office, as the earlier point explains. And if his sweet dirty-talk works too much like a charm at a social event, then they might just make use of the many bedrooms at that Lord’s manor.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Nothing gets him going like his lover wearing a little piece of lingerie. He doesn’t not have a single care for gender; as long as they’re wearing silk that leaves little to the imagination and feels heavenly to the touch, he’d grow instantly hard. And if he happens to dare to dress himself up in one of their own pieces, he could probably cum untouched. The luxurious material and the sensuality of it all drives him mad.
If they start acting like a pillow princex, he would absolutely wreck them. The brattiness and spoilt attitude has him wanting to “correct their ways”, so to speak, and there isn’t a single way better to do that than to stuff them full with his cock.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sharing is completely off the table. His possessiveness would never allow him to invite a third participant into their nightly (and daily) romps.
Though he does enjoy inflicting and receiving a little pain mixed in with the pleasure, he despises anything that would draw blood. He doesn’t really fancy it, reminding him too much of his job and missions.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Though he always, always, always insists on returning the favor, he still has a preference for receiving head. Can you blame him? His darling’s mouth just takes his cock so well, their lips stretched around him and drool escaping them as they struggled to swallow all of him. He might even indulge in a little face-fucking, reveling in their tears and throaty moans around him.
When it’s his turn to please them with his mouth, it feels heavenly. His lips are purely sinful, his tongue just how to swirl around their sensitive parts. He even lets a finger or two slip down and into their hole, lubricated by their own slick.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Albert often alternates between the two. Though he’s quite rough when it came to his love, and adores hearing them keen as they struggle to keep up with his pace and the overwhelming pleasure, he sometimes likes to hook their leg around his waist as they lie on their sides, and slowly roll his hips against theirs from behind, taking them leisurely but so good.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Somehow a huge fan but also hates them. He loves the idea of a quick fuck behind closed doors whenever he can, their rushed hands fumbling for purchase and their lips eagerly seeking his. However, he’s never satisfied with just one round, and is always ready and wanting for more. He’d much rather spend the entire day in bed with them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Albert’s willing to try everything at least once or twice. Once for indulging his beloved or himself, and once to form his opinion on it. He likes to incorporate new things into their sex life, never wanting their spark to ever die down (which is actually quite impossible, given how smitten he is by them).
As stated before, he’s more than ready to take them on the couch of some nobleman’s abandoned sitting room. The possibility of being walked on is always there, but the thrill of having his darling underneath him is way too enticing to deny that he simply just doesn’t care about getting caught.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He could last forever if need be. Albert doesn’t tend to get exhausted quickly, and he’s quite insatiable. He might not always hold out on his orgasms on purpose, sometimes letting the pleasure wash all over him regardless of how long it took to get there. However, he’s always up for four rounds or more. He’s that insatiable. And if they ever can’t keep up, then oral sex is always on the table as a form of reprieve.
If inebriated, however, he never lasts long. It’s a little endearing honestly, how sloppy his rutting into them is, before he’s spilling his release inside them. Even when drunk, though, he makes sure to use his clumsier-than-usual fingers to help them reach orgasm too.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
During their periods of experimentation, Albert is likely to purchase all available toys to try on his sweetheart. He’s got the money for it, and he’s more than willing to spoil them wicked at night. In fact, one would say that he favors using toys whenever they can.
If his lover asked him to, he’d never deny them the pleasure of using said toys on himself. Though he tends to be the dominant one more often than not, the times they do want to try the toys out on him he’s more than compliant. He quite enjoys the new feelings, and considers it a healthy part of their sex life. Admittedly though, he can’t help but still try to be a little in control even then.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He could be quite horrid. Many a time did he push them to the brink of orgasm, only to leave them whining in frustration and begging for more. Other times he’s too caught up in the pleasure and too eager to stop them from hurtling towards a thrilling climax that has them crying out his name and digging their nails into his back or the mattress.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
At the start of their going out, Albert was a groaner, hissing with pleasure as he digs his teeth into his bottom lip to avoid more vulnerable sounds from escaping him. As they grow closer as a couple and their relationship solidifies as a permanent one, he begins to let loose and moan with abandon. His voice is nice and rich, and when laced with pleasure, addictive to hear.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
This one was a little more embarrassing for them to discover, but he has a bit of an oral fixation. His lips are always latched on his darlings skin, teeth digging into their neck or grazing against their nipples. If his mouth finds its way to his lover’s chest, then it’ll be a long time before he stops sucking at their nipples. He only stops once they’re all swollen and sore.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s average-sized, not too big but not considered small either, standing at 5.5 inches when erect. He’s quite girthy though, and his lover struggles every time they take his fat cock with their hole or their mouth. Even their fingers have difficulty wrapping around him. It’s actually more arousing for him to see them struggling like that.
His cock has a little upward curve that really helps him hit the spot just right. Doesn’t flush too much though, just a little redder when he’s been edging himself for hours. He’s also got heavy balls that hang a little lower than expected.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Insatiable, but somehow also not. Honestly, if the opportunity presented itself, Albert would give in to his baser instincts and have entire sex marathons with them, the scent of sex permeating the room after hours of impassioned lovemaking. If his mind isn’t focused on sex and is currently busy with something else at the moment, then it is very unlikely that he’d yearn for it. Always down to fuck, but never particularly desperate for it.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Once their little aftercare session is done and over, he’d encourage them to clean each other up once more. He normally doesn’t fall asleep easily and actually suffers from a bit of insomnia, but after a particularly exhausting session he might feel a little tuckered out and fall asleep shortly after his lover does.
originally done by the lovely @we-are-inevitable you can find the original concept here
part two to this series can be found here
and my valentine’s hcs can be found here
ok so let’s set up the basics first
albert is a faceless gaming youtuber known for his voice (thing corpse husband but instead of how deep it is it’s cause of his distinct accent)
race is a vlogger/lifestyle youtuber who makes chaotic content that shows off his bubbly personality p e r f e c t l y
they also happen to be roommates (and boyfriends, but that’s not public just yet)
at first, their fan bases were pretty separate, as their content didn’t really mix
until one day race posts a video of him trying on outfits picked by his subscribers through twitter (video inspo by phil lester here)
and he brings in his vague, never-shown-on-camera roommate that he mentions occasionally in vlogs to help him
enter, albert dasilva (aka chaotic red on twitch/youtube)
now albert’s voice is distinct, especially to his fans considering it’s the only thing about him that’s consistently in videos
so IMMEDIATELY the comments are full of “holy shit is chaotic red race’s mysterious roommate omg-“
the whole video is full of playful banter and fond looks from race to behind the camera, and waY MORE LAUGHTER FROM RED THAN ANY OF HIS SUBS ARE USED TO
it’s basically a goldmine for albert’s fans cause it’s the first time he’s out of his usual element of video games
and about 2 days after the video drops, albert tags race on his public twitter saying their going live on twitch to play among us with their friends
(friends meaning all of the other newsies, who in this au are also youtubers)
THIS TURNS OUT TO BE ANOTHER ABSOLUTE GOLDMINE FOR THE FANS
apparently, the thing about al’s laughter in race’s video wasn’t “red being out of his element,” it was the fact race was there making him laugh
cause this stream is the happiest they’ve EVER heard red be (albert usually plays horror games and among us, there’s just a lot of yelling and swearing and a bit of banter in usual gameplays)
he’s joking with everyone more than normal, you can practically HEAR him smiling, and race is making him genuinely laugh every couple minutes with his stupid one liners and general confusion at “how to video game”
albert is really lucky his alias comes from the face race nicknamed him “red” in middle school, cause race manages not to accidentally call him by his real name at any point during the stream
it’s actually al who makes a mistake
now it’s not an “i accidentally revealed my secret identity mistake live on stream” mistake-
no, it’s almost w o r s e
he calls race babe, live on stream to thousands of people, more than once
twitter absolutely looses its shit, as expected
race may or may not have sat on their living room floor laughing his ass off at what he can see of albert’s distressed expression as he lays face down on their couch
yeah let’s just say the next week he’s in race’s vlog again (kinda? like his voice is in it but he’s still not ready for his face to be all over everywhere just yet)
now albert’s fans have a vague description of him, the basics of sorts, and the voice to guess his general region of origin
they know he’s stockier and muscly, got red hair and hazel eyes, covered in freckles (he may or may not get compared to a weasley or two on twitter more consistently then he cares to admit)
but racer’s fans know A LOT about him, he’s a lifestyle vlogger ffs, it’s his j o b to share his life
so long story short there’s a segment in race’s vlog where they’re just like “yeah we’re dating and have been since junior year of highschool it be like that lmao”
and the rest of the vlog is just them doing domestic shit? like albert’s face is off camera but for the first time you can s e e him on camera
they bake cookies at one point and you can see his trademark necklace race got him for graduation when he was 18, his troye sivan concert tee that he’s cut the sleeves off of, the freckles all over and the fact he wears stacks of bracelets on both wrists and his hands are covered in rings
you can see the scar on his shoulder from when he jumped the fence sneaking out to hang with race freshman year, and the semicolon tattoo on the side of his right hand
you can see his personality, not just hear it, and believe me he’s got SO MUCH OF IT
he’s funny and witty and he teases race like nobody else does and his fans can finally see the way he leans back and laughs with his whole body when race does something stupid
all of their fans are slowly combining, cause race shows up on the chaotic red gaming channel more often from dramatically popular request (and the fact albert loves making fun of him for having no idea what he’s doing
and albert is in almost all of race’s vlogs at least once, because he’s a massive part of race’s life and he’s finally allowed to share that piece that was missing
the amount of fan content made for the two of them is ASTRONOMICAL (think jenna marbles and julien solomita levels of fan content, it’s two massive fanbases combining and theyre so hyped up)
they’re just happy vibing together on youtube once they finally start posting together, and absolutely nobody’s complaining about it
and if they have to do a little extra editing cause of kisses on camera or impromptu slow dances in the kitchen or race accidentally saying albie, then it’s worth the extra work for how happy everyone is
lmk if i should do more of this cause i love this au more than anything
also seriously go follow jac their blog is one of my favorites and everything they write is pure gold
National Best Friends Day! - Newsies (Pride) Month . Day 8
( albert & race ) + ( modernish )
a/n: the best buds which also remind me a lot of me and my best bud so that’s why i picked them :)
it says “modernish” cause im talking about the past but it’s the future (?) like it starts in the past as in the early 2000’s and goes up until today
warnings: none
background: Albert and Race have been friends since kindergarten. They lived in the same neighborhood and were the best of friends. This is how it started as well as how it went throughout the years.
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the first day of kindergarten race walked right up to albert who was engaged in looking at the class pet—a lizard—and introduced himself
race asked him to be his best friend and he said yes and he’s kept that promise ever since
their elementary school years consisted of chasing each other around the playground, playing with pokémon cards, riding in the back of each other’s mom’s mini vans, trading happy meal toys, and always going back inside just in time for dinner
as kids they would bike to each other’s house every day, alternating who went to whose house
then they went to middle school
the same middle school, luckily
all throughout elementary school they were in the same class
somehow it just worked out like that
but 6th grade was all different
this was the first time they had separate classes
but luckily by this time they were close enough to not let a thing like that drift them apart
they might not have had every class together
but the ones they did have were wild
god help their teachers
6th grade they shared english, gym, and math
which was great for them
they both struggled in english so they used that class to make jokes and fool around
math was great for race
he’s always been a math wiz
so he let albert copy helped albert with his work
gym was where they SHINED
these boys have always been athletic and competitive
when they were on a team together, they were the dynamic duo who could communicate without words
when they were against each other it was war...friendly war, but war
they went through 7th and 8th grade similarly, growing and changing but keeping their friendship a priority
they spent those days hanging in skateparks, drinking slurpees till their heads went numb, making mixtapes, playing street sports, and going to each other’s houses to watch music videos on youtube
then
high school started
everything changed in high school
albert got a spot on the hockey team
race became a mathlete
and they lived two very different lives
but that didn’t stop them from being best friends
absolutely nothing could do that
they just had to work harder to spend time together
they had two classes together freshman year
biology—which made dissections interesting—and gym again—which was always great for them, not much others though
sophomore year came and went
race failed his drivers test 6 times so at that point he just gave up
albert got his license first try
so he just drove them both to and from school everyday
which means race spends a lot of time watching him at practice
the matheletes only meet once a week
hockey practice is everyday
but he doesn’t mind that much
he uses that time to practice equations or catch up on homework or just dick around
they spent their first two years hanging out at shops in walking distance of the school, albert teaching race how to play hockey, tutoring at the local library, and falling asleep during movies from school exhaustion
junior year was crazy
they built up a pretty large friend group
but they still kept it close as homies
exams, college, pressure, games, tournaments
everything was crazy
they kept each other going though
by time the ACT roled around they had already been slowly studying for months
they were still both struggling in english
but race helped albert with his math
this time more than just letting him copy
race actually ended up getting a perfect score in math but not much else
and albert finished!
which was a victory in his mind since he fell asleep 5 times
they applied to colleges together
and scholarships
so so so many scholarships
they wanted to pay as little as possible
albert even considered selling an organ to pay for classes
but they just had to do what was needed to be done
they both applied to the same college as to not be separated
and cause it was cheap and they both liked it
they spent that summer driving around the countryside, working at the same restaurant, getting sunburnt at the beach, waiting for acceptance letters, and missing their childhood
senior year was the best and worst year of their lives
they took the easiest possible classes
besides race’s math class cause he’s a genius and a nerd
but other than that they took every basic class and dropped as many as possible
they got free periods, “easy a” electives, and ended up having most of their classes together
they actually had every class together except for one—the period race had math
a miracle by all means
but they didn’t question it
they just quietly thanked whoever was out there and moved on
when they got letters from the only college they applied for they waited to open them together
they screamed when they found out they both got in
and immediately started planning out how their dorms would be set up and what they wanted
albert was now team captain and made it to state with his hockey team
race went on to nationals with the matheletes
they both won their respective events
scholarships rolled in left and right
by time graduation rolled around albert had a full ride on a hockey scholarship and race got huge help from his time in the matheletes and collectively with the rest of his scholarships got nearly a full ride, only having to pay a hundred dollars in total
the day they graduated was so emotional
this was it
they spent every year in school together for the past 13 years and now it was about to be over
after they walked across stage and out the doors of the convention center, they hugged
they hugged so tight for a really long time
neither of them will admit that they cried
but they both did
this wasn’t the end of their friendship
just the end of an era
an era that included staying up late, making jokes no one would understand, signing yearbooks with messages that would be treasured forever, sharing new music, crying from stress, hockey games, varsity quiz competitions, playing video games, breaking albert’s car speakers from playing music too loud, getting mcdonald’s happy meal toys no matter what age they hit, countless birthdays and holidays, gifts that meant so much more than money, and memories they would carry with them until they were dead
but most importantly
the best friendship two guys could ask for
again
this wasn’t the end
it was just the beginning
now they had their whole lives ahead of them
and they were never going to slow down
their real lives were just starting
and they wouldn’t want to go through it with anyone else
“Baby, come on, you know the party won’t be as fun without you.” Albert said, holding your hand as the two of you walked into school.
“But Halloween parties are the same every year. Someone mixes vodka with fruit punch and it’s gone within the first hour. And it usually ends with someone being caught having sex.” You said.
“This year’ll be fun though, because now we’re dating and so it’s different.” While it was worded incredibly ridiculous, Albert did have a point.
“Fine, I’ll go, but I’m just gonna drink a lot.” You said, causing Albert to smile and lean in to kiss you. You closed the gap, and you suddenly realized you and Albert had become every cliche couple ever.
You had met Albert in sophomore year, during Spanish class. He sat in front of you, and you guys started talking immediately. He had this way about him, that made you instantly attracted to him. And it wasn’t until the end of junior year when Albert finally said something. By that time, you and Albert were talking pretty much every day, and you knew you were definitely in love with him. It was a kind of love where you wanted to be with him everyday, and you wanted to know even the weirdest things about him.
The day he asked you out was one of the happiest days of your life. It was after school, and Albert was driving you home, and he just let it slip.
“So, do you maybe wanna go on a date?” He asked you, causing you to choke on your water.
“With you?” You asked. Obviously you, Y/N, you idiot.
“Nevermind, forget it, it was stupid, just forget I said-”
“No! I want to date you!” You exclaimed, smiling once the feeling sunk in that you were gonna date your long time crush.
And now it was almost 6 months and you still felt the same way. Except there was this one tiny thing that made you weary. You’ve told Albert you loved him, multiple times, and he hasn’t. It wasn’t like you were trying to force him to say it, just after saying it to him a bunch of times, it felt as if he didn’t feel the same way you did.
“Hey I gotta go to class, but we’re going tonight?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
“Yeah, sure.” You said, and he kissed you quickly one more time. “I love you.”
“I’ll see you after school.” He said, starting to walk away, catching up to another one of his friends. You continued to stand there, watching him walk away, trying not to let your smile falter. He had the perfect opportunity to say it back, but he didn’t. It was fine, everything was gonna be fine.
Albert didn’t know anything about love. He grew up in a house full of boys, his mom died when he was six. His brothers and dad didn’t really show much affection towards each other. He had an idea of love, like he loves lacrosse, he loves carbonated drinks, he loves food. But the love he felt towards you was a complete different kind of love. Every time he saw you, he got butterflies in his stomach, and when he saw you smile, he swore it was the most beautiful thing he’s seen in his life. He didn’t know how to express that, because what he felt, was new, and more than love.
You were laying in Albert’s bed with him after school, just scrolling on your phone. He had an arm wrapped around you and the other was holding his phone. The party didn’t start till seven, so the both of you had some time to kill. You turned around, facing Albert and watching his face. You leaned in to kiss him. He reciprocated, pulling you on top of him.
“Are we doing this?” You asked, pulling away briefly to face Albert.
“Are you okay with it?” He asked, massaging your hips. You nodded and leaned back to kiss him.
“Y/N! You made it!” Elmer exclaimed, opening up the door and dragging you inside.
“Okay, how much have you had to drink already, Elmer?” You asked, smiling a little as Albert found another group to talk to.
“Doesn’t matter, we have booze.” He said, giving you a solo cup full of some liquid. “Also, you aren’t dressed up, it’s a Halloween party!”
“I uh, ran out of time.” You said, taking a sip of the mysterious liquid.
“Yeah, we can tell.” He retorted, pointing to a forming bruise on your neck. You laughed with him and continued to make small talk as more people started showing up.
Two hours into the party, everyone was either super drunk or asleep. Like, Race and Spot were on the couch, making out, and Finch and Buttons were curled up on the reclining chair, asleep. You were in the kitchen with Katherine, drinking more. Katherine was drinking lemonade while you downed your fourth cup.
“He won’t even say ‘I love you’!” You exclaimed, throwing the cup on the floor. “We’ve been dating a long time now, like, a million months, and he won’t even say it!”
“Y/N, it’s okay, he’ll get around to it.” Katherine replied, putting a hand on your shoulder. But you jumped off the counter, and in your drunken state, it seemed like a good idea to confront Albert.
“No, we need to talk, right here, right now.” You said, walking toward him.
“No! Y/N, maybe that’s not the best idea, you’re clearly drunk, and we’re at a party!” Katherine said, but it was too late, you were already tapping Albert on the shoulder. Katherine put a hand over her face, not wanting to see how this will end up.
“Why won’t you tell me you love me?” You snapped at Albert, his smile off his face falling once he saw you. His group went silent, practically the whole room went silent. Even Spot and Race sat up, watching the interaction.
“Y/N, what are-what are you talking about?” He said, putting a hand on your shoulder, but you brushed it off.
“I tell you I love you all the time, even earlier, when we were-”
“Okay, you are very, very intoxicated right now, and you don’t know what you’re saying. Let’s go home.” He said, taking your hand.
“No! I want to know why, why, why don’t you love me?” You said, your mood turning from angry to sad. Tears welled up in your eyes.
“Okay, we’re going home. Goodbye everyone, I’ll see you at school on Monday.” Albert said, gently leading you to his car. You were still crying, but mostly confused as to what was going on.
“Where are we going?” You hiccuped, crawling into the car.
“We’re going to my house, and you’re going to sleep for 12 hours.” Albert responded, putting your seatbelt on for you.
The drive to his house was practically silent, except you were humming a tune and tapping the window. Normally, Albert would be smiling, but he was more worried than anything. He was worried that you didn’t want to be with him anymore, he was worried about how long you’ve felt this way. He wanted to ask you, but you were so drunk he didn’t think he’d get an answer out of you.
Arriving at Albert’s house, Albert cursed that his bedroom was up the stairs because it was going to take even longer getting you into bed. There was an option of having you sleep on the couch, but he didn’t want his dad to be shocked in the morning, so he’d make that struggle for you. You put your arms around his neck and he lifted you into his arms, ready to get a semi-workout. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was one of his older brothers to be home and in the living room, the room where he had to walk through to get to his room.
“Hey Al, where you been all night?” His brother asked. “Is that Y/N?”
“Yeah, uh, if you could not tell dad that-”
“Hey! It’s Albert’s brother!” You exclaimed, giggling and awkwardly waving at him. He waved back at you momentarily, before turning to Albert again.
“How drunk are they?” His brother asked.
“Uh, I don’t know.” He replied. “But we’re going to bed.”
Albert walked upstairs slowly, and letting a breath of relief when he got to his room. He gently laid you down on the bed, and took of your shoes.
“Okay just sleep now, we’ll talk in the morning.” He said, kissing you on the forehead, and he pulled the blankets over you.
You woke up in the morning with a killer headache, but the moment you turned your head, there was a glass of water and two ibuprofen next to it. You sat up, looking for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found. But right after that thought crossed your mind, he walked in.
“Good, you’re up.” He said, taking a seat next to you. “Do you remember anything about last night?”
“Uhm, I remember drinking a lot in the kitchen, I remember wondering where Davey and Jack went halfway through the night, I remember Katherine and I talking, and I remember,” You paused, gasping slightly when you realized what else happened that night. “Oh no, Albert, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”
“You do know why you said it, what’s going on?” He asked, putting a hand on your leg.
“I don’t know, it’s just, upsetting that I’ve said it a bunch, and you never respond. I don’t want to be in a relationship that’s not going anywhere.” You responded. “But I do wanna be with you, I just don’t know how serious this is.”
“You make me so incredibly happy, and I want to say it, but you make me so nervous.” He said. “Okay, that sounds bad. But, I mean that when you walk into a room, my heart explodes.”
“Albert, it’s okay, it was a lot to ask-”
“No, because I do love you, and I’m just a wimp who can’t express feelings correctly.” He said. “And I should’ve said it a lot sooner-”
You cut Albert off by connecting your lips to his, and he put a hand on your cheek, pulling you closer to him.
Albert angst hc?? Any type of angst really (if you could include some modern ones It would be perfect) :3
Okay if I already wrote about something that I mention here no I didn't...
ANOTHER THING! I AM SO SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I'M TRYING TO CLEAR OUT THE OLDER ASKS! SORRY 😔
Also this is all modern au because I though it'd be fun!
Albert's mom died in a car accident when he was around 8 years old so he barely remembers her. No one in his family really talks about her anymore so he has no one to remeber his mom with.
Albert has two older brothers (when Albert is 16 they're 18 and 19) Growing up they really disliked Albert and always stuck together. They'd take each others side in arguments and tease him.
One thing that they did is convince him he wasn't actually their brother and that their parents adopted him. He didn't believe them though, or at least tried not to because well that couldn't be true, still he felt like he didn't belong. And as stupid as his brothers though it was it really made Albert feel bad.
Albert exercises to let out his flustration. He took up boxing and while it helps him emotionally he tends to overwork himself and end up exhausted.
Something he finds comfort in because with how tired he is anything else he may have worried about just feels numb. He just lies on his bed and passes out without even realising it.
He's a people's pleaser because he thinks the other boys will only like him if he acts the way they expect him to and he just really wants to have friends because otherwise he'll be alone
His dad doesn't like the idea of his son being autistic (Oh by the way Albert too is autistic because I said so!) so Albert always gets in trouble for stimming around him. It doesn't help that his brothers laugh at that too. So he's masking it until he has an inevitable burnout.
