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katiethemuskrat · 4 years

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-"Rejection hurts. But it's not the worst thing...is it, Albert? What really hurts is...to be ignored. You know how that feels better than anyone, don't ya? Sure they want you for your skills, for your expertise, but only on their term. They don't care what else you have to offer. How different you could be...if only they noticed you. Is that why you lie to them? Why you promise things you can't deliver? Be careful, Al, one day your promises may come back and bite you. They all look at you the same way don't they, Al, they don't see a man they see a weasel... a rat... You're a survivor, Al, no shame in that. But wouldn't you want to know, what it feels like to be respected?" -Albert Arlington (Cod bo2 zombies, Alcatraz 1933).

(This is my quick cosplay :D).

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katiethemuskrat · 4 years

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Albert "weasel" Arlington x reader.

I wanted to show this to anyone who's interested. Weasel is my favorite character.

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It wasn't a secret that you liked the weasel, in fact you straight up flirted with him a couple of times. The other mobsters teased him for being so oblivious to your behavior, Weasel himself was absolutely bewildered by it. No one has ever shown him that much attention, support or affection like you do. Other than his own mother of course.

Despite the teasing of the others, they seem to be jealous that you seem to take more interest in Albert than them, not that you didn't like them. You are the most cheerful of them all, the most hopeful... to Sal, Finn, Billy and Weasel, Your smile is what keeps them going.

But Weasel needed answers, he has to know why. Why did you bother to notice that he's there? Why weren't you faced by the fact that he's a bad man, well... that doesn't really matter you are just as bad, maybe even worse...

The way you were so collected and clear-minded was strangely comforting to all four of them. You seem like you know what you're doing, and you had rescued each at least once. But mostly Albert, who you always kept an eye on while fighting off the un-dead.

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After the horde had finally died down for now, you had to look for Albert who you lost sight of during the fighting. The other three were of no use, they didn't care about him as much as you did, so you had to look around to find him by yourself.

Wondering around for a bit, fiddling with the sleeves of your prison uniform, through the run down cell blocks. And you still couldn't find him, not until you noticed a figure inside one of the broken cells. "Al?" you called out softly, not wanting to alert anything dangerous.

No response...

You slowly approached the cell, careful not to trip over the broken bars and other things.

Peeking in the cel, you were relieved when you saw the Weasel sitting there. "here you are, I was looking for you!"

Albert didn't look up, he merely took a side glance at you. "well, you found me..." he mumbled. Seeing Al like this, you could instantly tell that something is wrong. "I know that look Weasel, what's wrong?" you asked as you took a seat right next to him.

Albert still didn't dare to look at you, so you scooted a little closer. "c'mon Weasel, you don't have to hide from me." you nudged his shoulder with yours, wanting him to open up to you.

"I know..." he replied, and finally looked at you. "tell me... Do you really think we'll get out, (Y/n)?" He looked at you with big, pleading eyes, silently begging for a good answer.

You furrowed your eyebrows . "Of course I do! Once we find all the parts to build your plane, we'll leave this rock all together." you smiled in determination. Albert couldn't help but smirk back a little.

"is that what's got you down Albert?" the Weasel shook his head at your question, and turned slightly so he faced you directly.

"I don't understand one thing, (Y/n). How can you be so hopeful? How do you stay so calm through all this!" Albert grabbed your shoulders. He needs to know your secret, how do you stay so clear headed in this place!

You smiled softly, and gently grabbed his wrists to take his hands of your shoulders.

"first off..." you began.

"I'm grateful that I am not alone in this horrifying nightmare. secondly, I refuse to die here. And thirdly, hope is all I have left..." you told him as you let go of his wrists.

The weasel looked at you, trying to put things together before speaking up.

"i guess, I'm glad that I'm not entirely alone as well... Man, that would have been hopeless. "

"And you will never be, I'll be right by your side." you put your hand on his shoulder and pointed to yourself proudly. His eyes grew wide, did he hear that right?

" r-really? " his voice turned small, trying to mask the emotions.

Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around him, embracing him in a comfortably firm hug. "yes, really" you answered into the collar of his jacket.

Albert was shocked at the sudden gesture of affection, only because it's been such a long time since he received something like this, again only his own mother was so affectionate.

It didn't take long for him to completely melt against you, his arms around you giving you a squeeze. And his head fell on your shoulder, nuzzling into the warmth he missed so much.

You rubbed his back up and down, squeezing him comfortably firm.

Albert has his arms locked, clinging to you the best he can.

This is just what he needed, a little assurance from the one person he can trust the most at the moment, and he's not planning to let go at any moment.

You has to pry Albert off of you, to make him look at you. "c'mon Albert. Let's go put your plan into action." you stood up, and grabbed his hand to pull him up with you. Pulling him out of the cell to find the others.

Albert smiles secretly at the back of your head, as you pull him through the cell block.

He has found new hope...

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What do you think? That was fun right?

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