#flamingo x reader

[ieatedyourcrayons]

sharing the couch

Flamingo/Albert X reader

no TW

synopsis: You are a youtuber that is apart of “Flamingo and Friends.” You, Denis, laugh, flamingo, dani, temp, paige all took a beach trip. you and Albert stayed out later than the others. not proof read lol. made this in 30 mins.

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The sound of waves crashing against the shore and sand crunching fills your ears as you lay down in the sand in the dark.

The sun has completely set, your body is sunburnt and sore, but leaving the beach is not on your agenda at the moment, you just want to lay out.

Albert walks over to you and drags you by your ankle closer to the water. You look up and laugh as the sand underneath you roughly but comfortably slides as your body drags across it.

“Get up and stop being lame we literally have the beach to ourselves.” Albert says as he dramatically drops your foot back into the sand.

“Dawg my whole body is burnt. I want to lay and listen to beach.” You say back as you dramatically sit up.

“Bro you’re literally just aura farming for no one, get up” He laughs at you.

You dramatically sigh and standup. You and albert spend roughly another hour on the beach before you both agree to wrap it up and go back to the hotel.

It’s 12:35 AM when you guys get into the hotel room. the room is split funny. there is a living area with a couch, kitchen, bathroom, and two balconies. the big room has two “single” rooms connected on either end. Paige and Dani are sleeping in one, while the boys in the other.

You and albert make your separate ways, you head to the big bathroom to shower while albert goes to the room with the other guys to shower in that bathroom.

The hot water runs down you body and you sigh as you rub all the sand and dead skin off your body in the cold water. When you see yourself in the mirror as you dry off and brush your teeth, your shoulders feel burnt from the sun and you face feels flushed.

The change of clothes feels incredible on your now clean body and you leave the bathroom. Albert is laid out on the couch with the pillow and huge blanket the hotel provided in the closet.

“Do you not wanna share the bed with temp?” you tease him

“There’s actually no more space in the beds so i’m gonna use the couch” He laughs

“Cmon man I know you want to share the full size bed with your 2 homies” You joke as you walk over to the door that leads to dani and paige’s room but the door is locked.

“no are we serious right now” You groan as you stare at the closed door. You send a text to paige and dani to see if either are awake but neither give a response.

“are you good over there?” Albert whispers from the couch as he peeks over.

“no man, the door is locked.” You reply in a whisper as you walk over to the couch. “can I sit? maybe they’ll text back I don’t want to knock on the door. it’s late” you add.

“Of course dude” Albert replies as he shifts his position to sit up on the arm of the chair and fold his legs closer to him.

Time passes as you and albert sit there in comfortable silence as you scroll on your phone.

“Lowkey can we just share the couch tonight, i’ll stay on this end.” you ask him, eyeing the sunburn all over his face.

“As long as you keep you feet AWAY from my face” He replied with fake aggression. you clown him for it and get comfortable.

Albert dramaticly takes the back cushions off the couch and throws them to the floor to give more room. Y’all lay on opposite ends of each other in the same blanket on the couch in uncomfortable silence.

“Can you stop rolling so much it’s taking away the blanket” You whine at him.

Albert huffs, frustrated with the sleeping situation but not trying to make a huge deal because it’s really not that deep.

“Yeah i’m sorry, i’ll try.” He responds blankly.

after some silence he speaks up, barely noticeable and almost a whisper. “Do you just wanna come up here?”

You sit up and look to his end of the couch. He’s slightly sat up with a soft expression, he lifts the blanket up and scoots closer to the back of the couch.

“are you serious? like is that okay?” You ask confused. What will your friends think when they wake up to see you and Albert snuggled on a couch?

“Yeah it’s just easier, only if you’re comfortable though” He replies sheepishly.

You gather your thoughts and eventually agree. You and albert toss and turn until you figure out the best method… and that is laying face to face, it’s better then spooning your friend.

You can feel his breath on your face, you keep your eyes closed to prevent any awkward eye contact.

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After what felt like only an hour of sleep. you wake up confused, as you regain your consciousness you become very aware of the situation you’re in.

Albert on his back, you draped over him, his hand over your waist. Your body burns hot as you breathe in the scent of his body wash and melt into the embrace you should definitely break out of.

Albert has always been a cute fella in your mind, he’s a little weird but it matches your weird perfectly so maybe this isn’t too bad… a win is a win.

You sink into the embrace and hope he doesn’t wake up and shove you off him in the morning.

Albert doesn’t leave that position all night.

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“oh naw, no way!” Temp giggles in a whisper as he takes a picture of you and Albert laid on each other, Albert snoring in your face.

The sun is shining and the wind whistles as it hits the windows.

Temp dramatically shakes you both and sends you jumping awake.

“what the hell?!” you yell as you look around. Temp is folded over laughing and a confused Albert stays laid next to you.. hand still on your waist.

You groan at temp. “Y’all took over the bed and dani locked the door, where else do we go?” you say groggily.

“Hey i never said you can’t share the couch, just confused on the cuddling” Temp laughs as he walks to the kitchen.

You and Albert make eye contact and he breaks it to look at his hand on your waist. His face goes hot and you sit in silence for a moment.

You tear your eyes away to check the time, leaning over Albert to grab your phone. His whole body is warm and the room feels 10 times hotter as your bodies press together. it’s only 7 am. Albert peeks the time on your phone and groans something on the lines of “oh hell no” and drags you back down.

Catching you completely by surprise as you are laid back down on his shoulder. Albert mumbles about how “temp mad he had to cuddle Dennis” and pulls you tighter then goes back to sleep.

You question if was ever truly conscious and if he actually knows what he’s doing. You laugh at him and follow him back to sleep.

[miffygrits]

Is this guy secretly a chameleon or something, because he looks good both ways

[wavesswond3r]

the amount of imagines on this man is WAY too low and i’m not gonna stand for it. (fellow writers please start working)

[albertaretz]

⋆︎. .⋆︎

types of photos you post on insta of :

ʏ/ɴ & ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ

@/flamingowastakentaken : my boy @/albertsstuff 💓

© 11/2024 albertaretz. don’t repost

[willsmith2]

freeze your brain.

⁽ hea𝓉hers ⁾ albert artez x fem!reader , fluff.

a/n: first post…. im nervyyy

“Y/N!!!!! CORN NUTS!!!” your “friend” yells at you

“PLAIN OR BQ????”

“B!!!!Q!!!!!”

after they yell at you, you decide to walk into the store across the street from the party. while getting the corn nuts for your so called “friend”, you catch the attention of a guy.

“greetings and salutations.”

after looking at him for a very brief second, you notice you recognize him.

“hi…”

…

“my name is y/n l/n. you’re ever gonna tell me your name??”

“hm, fine. the name is albert artez”

albert artez….. sounds familiar……

“are you from anywhere or anything?”

“maybe. you watch youtube?”

“no not really….”

“oh, uhm.”

after you saying no (which is a total lie), the conversation gets pretty awkward.

“y/n!!!!!! what are you- ah, jessie james.”

“sorry f/n”

“corn. nuts.”

“sorry.”

“cmon y/n, lets go.”

[far2gone]

FAR2GONE

writer , musician , + wrestler

blk . she / her . requests open

(i talk about this on my personal blog @222secret)

this is my 3rd tumblr account!

masterlists ☆☆☆

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boyliife taglist

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© far2gone

[lokilovur]

albert aretz x gn!reader

warnings: just pure fluff

ask: "Heyooo!! I'm just gonna request an Albert imagine, basically, after hehe gets done recording a video (at like 3 in the morning...) gn! Reader is sleeping and he lays down on their chest and reader wakes up like 2 hours later and sees him and it's all cute and stuff (you can add whatever you want at the end) And I love your writing btw it makes my day ‼️"

synopsis: albert finishes editing, and as exhausted as he is, he falls asleep on top of you.

pairings: albert aretz (flamingo) x gn!reader

a/n: hey hey anon! thanks for such a description, it rlly made it so much easier. also, thanks so much for the kind words it means a lot to me and I hope you have a great weekend !! hope u like it. :)

the late night hadn't gotten to albert the way it had gotten to you, he knew once you sent him a text 4 hours before that you were out like a light in your usual sprawled out from that took across majority of the bed. he loved you for it, yet sometimes he wished he had room.

he was almost finished recording a new horror game that his fans had been beginning for him to play. he understood why while he made it. not only was it a long story game, but it's probably one of the scariest he has seen on the platform.

not enough to scare him though, right?

he clicked out of his Roblox tab and powered off his computer once he stopped the recording, yawning with his arms outstretched.

he had been waiting on this moment for the entire night, finally getting to fall asleep with you even if you didn't notice until the morning. he loved having you with him despite majority of his time going towards creating content and interacting with his fanbase and friends.

he loved how you understood.

his door creaks open once he shuts off the lights, feeling the hours of sitting in his lower back. he knew this nights sleep would last until mid afternoon, potentially more.

his office door closes with a low click. he could see the nightlights poking from under the door, he knew you loved the type of lighting from the lampposts. he had never seen someone fall asleep so quickly.

he opens the door to your bedroom after washing himself up, prepping for the night. his tired eyes fall into your form.

words couldn't describe how beautiful he thought you are, especially now with the blankets barley wrapped over you, and your hair messy from tossing and turning.

he feels his lips tug upwards as he walks quietly towards the bed, prompting himself to collapse as gently as he could on top of you.

the best pillow in the world, he wouldn't choose anything else.

his light smile remained on his face as he drifted off into his comforting sleep, his arm draped over your waist and his head gently tucked under yours.

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your body forces you awake at around 5:00 am, cold from the lack of blanket covering your body.

as you snap back into reality you feel the blanket at your feet, reaching down to grab for it. in the midst of it, you're stopped.

there was a heavy weight on your chest, which was weird considering your cat was sleeping peacefully on your side.

you look down as much as you can and feel Albert's hair poking at your neck, him sprawled out on top of you looking as comfortable and as adorable as ever.

you use whatever strength in you not to burst into laughter at the sight and instead settle on pulling the warm cover onto of you.

albert shifts, and you feel his arm around your waist tighten, a sigh of content leaving his body.

you run your fingers through his hair, who cares about not being able to feel your arm? worth it.

you fall back into your dream filled sleep of whatever you were as before.

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🏷️: @batluvr666 @yeehawbrothers @dogdevourer @ilovelyyoungie

[eleanoraables]

Prove me wrong.

Pairing: Albert Aretz x Rising Star!Reader

Warnings: None

Pronouns used: First-person

Based off the song "Prove Me Wrong" by MICO

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"I've been trying to tell our friends that you're not into me."

"Albert, I hope you prove me wrong."

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Meeting Albert, most famously known as Flamingo, was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

We met eachother in our freshmen year, and since then, we'd been two peas in a pod. I've known him before the cameras, before the subscribers, before even making and posting content. He's known me before I first strummed my guitar and pressed keys on a piano, before I made my first song, before my first concert.

I was so, so proud of how far he'd come, and I know that he was just as proud for me.

But as we grew to know eachother more, all the more I fell for him. Every single time I'd meet his eyes, I'd wish that he'd look back at me with love. But that was never the case.

I was busy writing my next song, strumming a few chords on my guitar. I was finally in a creative flow.

That was until my phone rang, breaking me out of it.

I groaned. I hated being brought out of my flow, especially since I rarely got to be in it. But when my eyes landed on the contact name, my hands reached my phone before I could even register anything else.

"Albert?" I said after answering the call.

"[y/n]! Hope you weren't busy," Albert chuckled nervously on the other end of the call. I could hear his keyboard clicking. Probably playing a game.

"Nope, wasn't busy." I lied, not wanting to tell him that he basically just disturbed my song-writing. "Why?"

"Just wanted to check in. How's the song you've been writing?"

"Um," I stared at the scattered sheets of paper I used to write my tentative lyrics across the keyboard infront of me. "It's coming together. I think."

The laugh from him made my heart stutter. I always loved hearing his laugh, even if he was laughing at me.

"I know that tone, [y/n/n]." I could practically hear Albert grinning. "But you can do it. You've already made many hit songs."

"Thank you, Albert." I smiled softly, my heart pounding in my chest at his words. I glanced at the papers and my guitar and sighed, knowing I had to go back to what I was doing.

"Anyway, I better continue working on the song. I'll call you later. Bye, Albert."

As I was about to end the call, his voice came urgently through my speaker.

"[y/n], wait."

I paused, finger hovering over the 'end call' button.

"Yeah?"

A few beats of silence, but I could hear his breathing.

And then:

"I miss you."

My mouth fell slightly open, cheeks warming at his words. He never really explicitly told me that he'd missed me. There were a few ocassions, most of them where when one had to travel to another state or country.

Never when we were both in the same state, just a car ride away.

"..I miss you too. I'll talk to you later." I replied before ending the call, throwing my phone to my bed.

I buried my face in my hands and let out a giddy, frustrated scream.

His words only seemed to make my feelings for him grow more, despite the fact that I have been pushing it down lately. Everyone who knew us personally always said that we were bound to be together at some point, but I pushed the thoughts back and told them that he wasn't into me.

Damn you, Albert.

I picked up my pen, the tip hovering over the paper as my thoughts drifted back to him.

He was well-known, as was I. We both have met so many people, so many fans and so many friends that it was no longer just me and him spending every single moment together.

I couldn't help but be slightly scared of the thought that maybe at some point, our lives will completely seperate.

I mean, look at him. He's gathered a fanbase of almost 15 million subscribers, and is known as one of the most famous roblox youtubers.

And I've just averaged around 2 million monthly listeners on my spotify. I've been more busy meeting the demands for more songs and presence, as was he for more videos and posts.

We've both been incredibly busy reaching our dreams, and I'm scared that at some point, we'd barely speak because of how busy we both were.

That, and another thing.

With more fame, Albert has clearly interacted with more people. More people meant more girls. More girls meant less chances that he'd feel the same way. Less chances that he'd choose to love me.

Not that he ever will, of course.

If he were to find someone that would make him happy, I'd never hold him back from that. But the idea that the chances of reciprocation were more slim than before?

My hopes were crushed.

Yeah, we were close. Undeniably close. Borderline flirting, even.

But that's just how he acted towards other people, right? I mean, look at him and Jake. If someone who had zero idea of who they were had met them, they'd surely think that Albert and Jake were a married couple.

The ridiculously obvious hints I threw at him were never caught. He never got the idea.

I was stuck being his best friend, and as much as I'd love to finally tell him how I felt, losing him was something I never want to happen.

So I settled and stayed as being his best friend.

I'd curse myself out for wondering and hoping. I know for a fact that it was better that before it started, I'd already end it.

I knew at some point we'd meet different people. Most likely end up dating different people. But what were the chances that me and him would actually get together?

But between me and Albert, the lines between friendship and romance had already blurred beyond visibility. I swore to myself that we'd never cross the lines of friendship, but each passing conversation made it harder.

"I love you."

He'd told me one night when we were doing our nightly calls.

"As a friend, of course." He chuckled right afterwards, and I remember how the hope in my chest died as quickly as it lit up.

It happened multiple times. He kept saying it like he was trying to get it engraved in my mind. That was until he stopped saying 'as a friend' every time.

I still chose to view it as friendship. I deemed it too risky to see it beyond friendship.

I breathed out a sigh and cleared my head, trying to focus on finishing the song I was going to release on June 11th.

His birthday.

•—————•

@[y/u/n]

"Prove me wrong" out now on all streaming platforms! 💖

I posted it at 12AM sharp, almost immediately garnering over thousands of likes and reposts.

I set my phone down and glanced on my screen where the spotify listening count was tallying. I smiled to myself as I watched it hit a thousand streams, the counter still rising each passing minute.

The day Albert had called me in the middle of writing the song, I completely changed the lyrics and meaning.

I was going to make another happy song like I did my whole music career, but after that phone call, I realized that maybe everyone would appreciate a change in topics.

Every song I've written always had a light meaning to it. Unexpected romance, the idea of wanting to stay together until we grew old..

But never the thought of unreciprocation.

'Yo, is she going through something??' A comment under my post read, earning a chuckle for me. I quickly replied with: "probably."

I sat in my office chair, spinning around for a few minutes until my phone rang. My heart dropped at the contact name.

"[y/n]," Albert said almost immediately after I answered your call. "I thought you were writing about some cheesy romance series you saw?"

Did Albert listen to the song already?

"Yeah, but I decided to switch it up. I couldn't get someone out of my thoughts when I continued writing the song." I admitted, throwing him a hint. Again.

"Who?" Albert questioned, and I felt my heart clench in nervousness.

"Someone." I replied vaguely, chickening out. "Um.. I don't know, a friend?"

"You've never mentioned this friend to me before, [y/n/n]."

"Never brought it up." I muttered, glancing at my stream count before returning to the conversation. "Why?"

"I don't know, I just.." Albert paused. "Don't get me wrong, I love your music, but this is a really ironic song to post on my birthday."

Shit, completely forgot about that.

"Yeah, sorry. Happy birthday, by the way." I forced a smile through my voice, heart pounding against my chest.

"Thanks.." Albert trailed off.

"[y/n], have you ever thought about how our friends would tease us for acting like a couple?"

Okay, now why was he bringing that up?

"Um, sometimes, yeah."

I lied. I thought about it everytime.

"Sorry, it's weird for me to bring it up, I know." Albert apologized.

"It's okay." I muttered, and then silence fell upon us. Neither of us made a peep, not breaking the tense silence.

That was until I finally gathered the courage.

"I've been trying to tell our friends that you're not into me," I whispered, and I swore I heard his breath hitch.

"[y/n].."

"Albert, I hope you prove me wrong."

I ended the call, knowing he finally got my message.

I collapased on my bed, burrying my face in my pillow. I immediately regretted telling him that. I felt like I just ruined years of friendship.

I rolled over, tears streaming quietly down my face as I stared up my ceiling. The streaming count had just reached 100k listens, but my mind was too clouded to celebrate.

I kept wallowing in regret and self-pity silently, but the quiet didn't last long. It was interrupted by my phone buzzing.

I looked over and saw it lit up with a notification, my heart pounding in anticipation. My fingers trembled as I reached for my phone, my eyes widening at the sight of his contact name again.

•—•

Albert 💗

I never thought you felt that way.

I'm sorry.

You

No, don't apologize for not feeling the same way.

I'm so sorry for ruining our friendship.

Albert 💗

Not feeling the same way?? Ruining our friendship??

You

yeah.

again, i'm sorry, Albert.

Albert 💗

Stop apologizing.

You

what

Why?

•—•

I jumped slightly at the sound of my ringtone, answering the call from Albert.

"I love you, [y/n]." He said almost immediately, my phone almost slipping from my hand as my mouth opened slightly in shock.

"Albert—"

"I love you, and I'm going to prove you wrong."