#albert imagine

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Race: Can I ask a dumb question?

Albert: You ask them better than anyone else I know.

[badnewsiesimagines]

imagine: race is attracted to trucks.

[mike-faist-is-the-best]

Three Simple Words (Albert)

Summary: Reader and albert have it pretty good except reader gets drunk and reveals true feelings yikes

Warnings: okay so some allusion (did i use that word right) to sex, underage drinking and drunkenness, fluff 

Taglist: @bwaysrose @albertdasillva @sweater-under-the-spooky-weather @stargirl-murphy @heymissmisty @the-yellow-anon @frogwrath @fandomnerdsarecool @ben-cook-can-cook @broadwayficsandmore @elmers-half-a-cup @thatshiscigar @mattie-writes @pinkyshy101 @my-omar-sharif @bennie-badeend @meangirlsx @newsiesgarbage

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“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.

[writing4thewoild]

Drowsy Dancing

AlbertXReader

Tag List: @albertdasillva @ben-cook-can-cook @brooklyns-here-enthusiast

Mid-fall means chilly, wet weather outside and warm blankets inside. To keep the chill out the house, you cranked the heat up and wrapped yourself into a blanket burrito. Rain pounded the window, causing the soft pitter-patter of the drops to echo across the room. The TV in the background played faintly and left the dark room glowing in the light it emitted. Everything was simply cozy.

Too cozy.

With all the comfort and warmth surrounding you, it was extremely difficult to not slip into a blissful state of bliss. Your eyelids began to droop and your breathing began to slow. Everything felt lethargic and warm. Just as sleep began to take over, you the front door slammed jolting you awake. The warmth quickly came back to submerge you and as quickly as you were awoken, you began to drift back off.

Albert shuffled into the room and stared at you for a moment. Honestly, it was a cute sight, seeing you wrapped up and half asleep, but he knew better than to let you follow through with your nap. Napping has never been your friend.

You were always a very sensitive sleeper with a sensitive sleep schedule to match. One nap during the day would ruin all of that.

He stood there analyzing his choices. He could either let you continue to doze and potentially screw your whole sleep schedule up leaving you exhausted tomorrow, or he could wake you up and sacrifice his ears to your persistent sleepy whining.

In the end, he chose the latter.

He quietly walked over to you and bent down so he was at level with your form. Your face was completely relaxed and just looking at it made guilt bubble in his stomach.

Gently he placed his hand arm your arm and shook. “(Y/N)….(Y/N)”, he called hoping to at least make things more pleasant.

Honestly, hearing Albert calling your name the way he did was like heaven. He sounded just like an angel. Your own personal angel.

“(Y/N), you have to wake up now or you won’t be able to sleep tonight”, he spoke trying to pull you into a sitting position.

You slowly cracked your eyes open to find him squatting in front of you. His warm brown eyes were soft and full of love and his shining blonde hair framed his face perfectly. He was truly your own personal angel.

A dopey smile slowly spread across your face as you stared up at him. “Hello there, how are you?”, you slurred. Albert couldn’t help but smile at you, you were always so cute when you were sleepy. Just as he snapped out of fawning over you, you leaned forward to prop yourself against his legs. You were trying to go back to sleep.

“Nope. Nope. Nononono. You are not going back to sleep”, he took you hands and pulled you up so now you were standing. Whines and groans started to leave your mouth as you complained about your nap.

Why couldn’t he just let you sleep?

He wrapped his arms around your blanket covered body and slowly rocked you both. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like dancing.

You stared into his eyes and lost yourself in the rhythm. There was no music surrounding you, only the rain outside and the TV, but that didn’t matter. It was only you and Albert.

Time around you two seemed to stop and when you finally brought yourself to look at the clock, it was way past when you usually go to sleep.

[d-benjo-bucoco]

Of Course I Noticed - (Albert x Reader)

Pairing: Albert Dasilva x Reader

Word Count: 1,431

Summary: The reader gets a haircut, and Albert is the only newsie to notice

A/N: So I’ve been on an Albert kick recently and I figured it was about time to actually write something with him because of it :) 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Katherine asks as the two of you walk towards the hairdresser’s.

“Uh-huh,” you say, “100%. I just…I just am tired of having all of this hair get everywhere,”

You were wanting to cut your hair. You liked having it long but, at this point, it was getting a little too long. It was getting everywhere - in your food, in your papers, even in some of the other newsies’ shoes. It was about time that you took care of it so you decided that you would drag Katherine with you to the nearest and cheapest hairdresser to cut your hair to above your shoulders. You didn’t tell any of the boys before leaving the lodge. You didn’t want them fussing over your decision or offer to cut it themselves. God only knows how that would turn out.

Katherine and you arrived at the hairdresser’s and you stepped inside the foreign place. While you had told Katherine you wanted her their for company, you both knew that you brought the girl along because you weren’t quite sure how to go about the appointment.

“Hello!” The person at the desk greets you as soon as you enter. “Have you already made an appointment?”

You look at Katherine, asking her with your eyes what to say. She gives you a little shove, pushing you towards the receptionist.

“Um, no, but I was hoping for a haircut,” You say, the statement coming out more like a question.

The receptionist smiles, slightly calming your nerves, “Well, just take a seat over there,” she gestures to a row of chairs against the window, “and I’ll call you over as soon as we’re ready for you,”

You nod and walk over to the chairs, Katherine trailing behind you.

“See, that wasn’t too bad,” She says.

“I didn’t know I had to make an appointment!” You exclaim and Katherine laughs.

“You don’t have to, it just will get you in the chair faster,” She explains.

“Oh,”

The two of you wait for five minutes, you twiddling your thumb and Katherine making notes in her notepad about the latest article she was assigned. When the receptionist calls you over, Katherine gives your shoulder an encouraging squeeze and you walk to the chair the receptionist gestures to. You take a seat in the cold chair and wait anxiously for the hairdresser to come to cut your hair.

“So, what can I do for you today?” He asks, as soon as he gets to your chair.

“Um, I’d like to cut my hair to about here,” You hold your hands up right above your shoulders, showing the length you want.

“Okay, would you like anything else done to it?” He pulls out scissors and a comb, analyzing your hair from behind.

“Um, no, just cut straight across is fine,” You smile.

The hairdresser begins to section off your hair to cut it. He picks up a piece of hair, measures it out, and makes the first snip. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and feel more relaxed about the whole thing. He continues to cut your hair, and you feel a smile growing on your face with every snip. There’s something about changing your hair that gives you so much excitement. You can’t wait to see what the other newsies say about your new haircut. Before you know it, the haircut is done, you’ve paid for it, and you and Katherine are walking back to the lodge. 

You can’t stop running your hands through the new length and Katherine laughs, “You look nice, (Y/N),”

“I really like it,” You smile.

“I do, too,” She responds. “And I think Albert will think you look especially nice,”

You turn red, “W-why would I care what Albert thinks about my hair?”

“It’s obvious, you are obsessed with him,” Katherine says.

“I am not!” You defend yourself.

“Oh really?” She asks and you nod. “Well, then tell me why you can’t take your eyes off of him whenever you’re in the same room,”

“I-I,” You stutter, not able to come up with a good excuse. “Fine. I like him. But you cannot say anything to any of the boys. Anything,”

Katherine squeals at your confession and grabs your arm, “Oh, I won’t. But, I don’t need to. Most of the boys already have it figured out. Except Albert, of course. He’s too blinded by his love for you that he doesn’t notice yours for him,”

You stop walking, “Wait, what? Albert likes me?”

“Of course he does! You two are so oblivious,” She shakes her head. “You both are so obsessed with each other,”

Katherine continues the walk to the lodge and you trail after her, not taking your mind off of what she said. Yeah, you liked Albert. A lot. You have since the day Jojo got sick and you asked Albert to join you selling papers so that you wouldn’t be stuck alone. But the thought that Albert liked you back seemed impossible. You’re sure that Katherine just said it to make you feel better about yourself.

The two of you get to the lodge and you take a deep breath before stepping inside. You don’t want to think about Albert right now. You want to show the boys your new haircut and hear what they think about it. Katherine and you step into the lodge and find that most of the boys are sitting in a circle on the floor in the main room, playing poker.

“Hey, Katherine! (Y/N)! Where’s you been all day?” Finch asks upon seeing the two of you.

“Out and about,” Katherine says with a smile. “Deal me in the next round?” She asks, and budges her way into the circle.

You run a hand through your hair, trying to point it out, and say, “I-I’m going to go get in the shower,”

“Okay, have fun!” Romeo calls.

You stand in the doorway for a second, waiting for someone to comment on your hair. Disappointingly, none of the boys mention anything so you just walk out of the room and sigh. So much for getting compliments. I mean, it’s fine. You didn’t need the boys to say anything, but it would have been nice for them to at least notice the inches that were cut off.

You head to your room to get your shower supplies, and make your way to the bathroom, which is connected to the boys’ room. When you’re passing the bunks, you notice that Albert is sitting on his bunk. And that he is the only one in the room. Wanting to test what Katherine said, you somehow find the courage to walk over to Albert and investigate.

“Hey, Al,” you say, “whatcha doin’?”

He scrambles to sit up in bed, closing the book you assume he was borrowing from Katherine, “Nothing much, just reading. Where did you and Katherine run off to today?”

“Oh, we just walked around,” You answered, not bothering to mention your haircut because you didn’t really think that any of the boys cared.

He nodded and looked at you quizzically, “Did youse do something different with your hair?”

“U-um yeah, I did,” You said, shocked that he was the one to notice and say something. “I can’t believe you noticed,”

“Of course I noticed. Why wouldn’t I? You look, I mean, it looks really nice,” He compliments you and you blush.

“Thank you,” You look down at the floor sheepishly.

“Of course,” Albert coughs.

“Well, I should probably get in the shower now,” He nods and you walk towards the bathroom but stop yourself when you’re feet away from it. “Hey, Al?” You call out, turning around.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?”

“Katherine said something to me today. About you,” You take a deep breath, not sure that you should say this but wanting to nonetheless.

“W-what did she say?” He sounds nervous.

You look down at the floor, not wanting to meet Albert’s eyes when you say this, “She said that you liked me. After…after I told her that I like you,”

Albert is silent, and you’re scared that you said the wrong thing. Scared that Katherine had been lying to you and that Albert did not, in fact, like you. You look up and notice that Albert was making his way over to you.

“Well,” he starts, “she was right,”

“But why? Why do you like me?”

“Because you’re sweet, (Y/N),” He answers and you blush. “And you’re beautiful,” He runs a hand through your hair. “And you’re special to me,”

[whyamilikethjs]

Perfect Timing- Albert x Reader

pairing : albert x reader

warnings : lotta fluff (like your heart will melt fluff)

requests : none :)

a/n : i’ve been wanting to write newsies stuff for sooooo long so please send stuff :)))

It was my first time in Manhattan, hell, it was my first time in New York. It was my first time being and newsie and it was myfirst time being surrounded by so many boys on a daily basis.

At first I was worried that the newsies wouldn’t let you join because I was a girl, but it was the exact opposite. They all understood how hard it was being poor and finding a job so they happily took me under their wing. Especially Albert, he quickly became my selling partner and one of my closest friends. So it’s prettt easy to decide he’s the one I develop a crush on. Little did I know Albert felt the exact same day.

It was a typical summer day in downtown Manhattan. The sun beating down and the occasional couple strolling by while newsies were out on every corner hawking headlines. It didn’t take too long for me to finish selling all your papes since I have gotten very good at coming up with sob stories to pull at every customers heart strings.

I bounced up to Albert excitedly announcing that you sold all your papes. He gave me a slight eye roll before letting me know he had five more left.

“Do you want me to help you sell them?” I asked.

“And to think, I was teaching you how to sell papes.” He chuckles before handing me two papes.

“It looks like the teacher it about to get taught.” I smirked.

“Albert!!” I heard a man scream and I had no time to react. Albert already grabbed my hand, pulling me in a completely different direction and both of us sprinted away. It was obvious that someone was hot on our heels but thanks to Alberts extensive knowledge of the streets of Manhattan we were able to escape to a small alley way. We were both pressed up against a wall and I could hear some shuffling outside of the alley way before whoever it was left.

“What the hell was that?” I asked quietly. Albert let out a few more deep breaths before responding.

“That’s Snider, he runs a jail for kids call the refudge. He’s been trying to get all of the newsies so he can get more money.” Albert explained and I nodded. It was then when I realized how close we were. Only a couple of inches separated us and I could see Alberts eyes flicker across my face and I subconsciously licked my lips.

“I think Jack has said something about them before.” I nodded as my eyes looked down at his lips and then back to his eyes.

“Yeah, they got him once…” He voice drifted off as the tension grew more and more. I felt Albert’s hand brush against mine and I couldn’t help myself. My hands wrapped around his neck as I pulled him into a deep kiss.

He was obviously caught off guard as he almost tipped over and had to use his arms and the wall to support himself up, but once his brain registered what was happening he quickly kissed back. His strong arms wrapped around my waist as my hands moved up to play with the hairs that stuck out from under his cap. Albert lightly but down on my bottom lip and I let out a small squeal at the sensation and I could feel Albert smile at the sound. I slowly pulled away and giggled at his confident yet goofy grin on his face.

“Is now a good time to say that I really like you?” He asked and I grinned widely.

“Now is perfect.”

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Elmer: Did you know looking someone in the eyes can either convey how much you want to have sex with someone or how much you want to murder them?

Albert: *stares at Race without blinking*

Elmer: Albert, I don't have time to clean up a murder.

Race: Who says he wants to murder me? Maybe I'm just that sexy ;)

Elmer: Race, Albert is a sex repulsed asexual.

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Davey: Why does Race have a sippy cup?

Albert: We didn't have any glasses left.

Davey: *sigh* What's in the sippy cup?

Race: Vodka.