#albert dasilva fluff

[clevereverest]

“Seeing You in a New Light” - 4-Part Redfinch Series (Ongoing)

[ It’s my 1-year anniversary since first posting on AO3!!! I’m celebrating with a double post of the first two parts of a new series!

Thank you for all your support of my writing, it genuinely means the world to me!! <3 ]

Part 1: “Midnight”

Part 2: “Sunrise”

[amelia-friend]

unveiling constellations

Race and Albert keep stealing Race's cigar back and forth while they're hiding from the rest of the newsies (because the Littles are having a meltdown over something and they don't want to be forced into actually being the responsible ones and deal with it). Then they figure out a far more enjoyable way to spend their time.

1,200 words of Fluff happens. (Or you can read on AO3: here)

It was not, by any means, the first time they had found themselves in this particular alleyway. Not that it was anything special – narrow enough to touch the building on either side even with their elbows bent, with a crook in the middle that made it a perfect haven from prying eyes, and close enough to the lodging house to hear the screaming, and return in a hurry if it reached the necessary levels. It was a nice enough place, somewhere to be themselves, relax in companionable silence alongside some who understands, without the pressures of the day weighing too heavily. Tonight felt different though, the air was charged with an unusual tension, as if the universe itself was holding its breath.

Race leaned against the cool brick wall, twisting the unlit cigar idly in between his fingers. He didn’t actually smoke them, they were far too expensive for that, but it was an easy habit, something to do with his fingers that didn’t betray his anxieties as easily as other habits he could have picked up. Albert stood a few steps away, gazing up at the night sky without seeing. He remembered a time when he was young, back when he had a ma and a pa and brothers that weren’t cold and dead in the grave, they’d gone far out of the city once, far enough for the lights and the noise and the bustle to disappear into nothingness. Albert had stared at the night sky then too, except it was the star he was staring at. Countless stars stretching on into eternity – even as a kid it had been the most beautiful thing Albert had ever seen. You don’t get stars like that in the city. He took a step away, hoping the physical action would help shake the thoughts, the memories from his body, but only succeeding in catching the toe of his boot in a small crack in the pavement, stumbling without warning. The hand he reached out was nothing short of instinctual, landing square on Race’s chest.

Their eyes met, and for a moment nothing happened, a shared expression of surprise and uncertainty passing between them. “I, uh… Sorry Race,” Albert stammered after far too long a pause, his cheeks colouring to match the faint red of his hair, as he carefully pried his hand away, as if it had been stuck with a remarkably tacky glue. Race’s lips only curved into a faint smile, bemused more so than any other emotion. “No harm done, Al. Accidents happen.” He spun the cigar between his fingers in much the same manner as Albert had once watched a fire-breather dance with the flames the time he snuck into the circus. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Albert adjusted his standing subtly, his fingers darting out and snatching Race’s cigar in one deft movement, the tips of his fingers brushing against Race’s as he took hold of the cigar’s paper, almost spinning as he moved just out of reach of Race instinctual first grab to take it back. There was a moment where time seemed to stand still, Albert holding his unfairly earned bounty aloft, a smirk dancing in the his eyes more so than the edges of his lips, as he looked at Race expecting a playful protest in response. But instead of the carefree banter he had anticipated, the tension between them only seemed to intensify. Albert's fingers tightened around the cigar, and his heart skipped a beat as Race's gaze bore into his own.

In an instant, the tables turned. Race's hand darted forward, moving with a speed hard-earned from years working on the streets, reclaiming his cigar from Albert’s grasp. Their eyes lock, and … … nothing.

Albert looks away. "You always have to make it look so easy, don't you?" Albert mused, more to himself than to Race, but still there was that hint of admiration in his voice. Race shrugged, an easy gesture that seemed to imply so much more. His gaze softening as he caught Albert's eyes and refused to look away. "Just do what feels right, Al. Ain't no use complicatin' things."

As he spoke, their proximity seemed to magnify, the space between them diminishing until their breaths mingled in the chilly air. The moment hung suspended, their heartbeats echoing the same rhythm. Time seemed to slow, the words twisting through Albert’s brain, and his gaze dropped to Race's lips, a subtle hesitation flickering in his eyes. There wasn’t a conscious thought, not one intentional decision, as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against Race's for the briefest of moments.

The touch was electric, a jolt of recognition that left him speechless. He barely had a moment to process what was happening before Albert jerked back, his own expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty, as if even he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

A heartbeat passed. And another.

The alleyway felt like the universe and the universe felt like the alleyway, all folding in on itself and each other until there was nothing else, no one else. Just them, and the moment, and the silence.

Race's fingers brushed against his own lips, his mind racing to catch up with his heart. Albert's breath came in shallow, uneven waves, his gaze locked onto Race's, hopeful terror burned into his eyes.

The silence stretched. A heartbeat passed. And another.

There wasn’t a conscious thought, not one intentional decision. Race closed the gap between them.

His fingers tangled in the fabric of Albert's coat, the cigar dropped to the floor, lonely and forgotten, as their lips met again, this time with a deliberate tenderness that sent shivers down the spines of both boys. The kiss deepened, a emotions that had been long suppressed, long ignored bursting to the surface and making themselves very intentionally known. There was no world outside the alley. There was only the moment and the alley and each other.

Eventually they had to breath, but that didn’t mean they had to separate – foreheads touching to replace their lips, breath intermingling.

There was no world outside the alley. There was no world outside them.

Albert’s voice returned to him first, laden with emotions. “Race…” Race’s eyes couldn’t not meet Albert’s, an identical mixture of vulnerability and longing swirling within them. The unspoken words hung in the air between them, shared desire and uncertainty, weighing the air between them. “Al…” he breathed back, the rest of his vocabulary stolen from him.

Albert's fingers brushed against Race's cheek, his touch a gentle caress that held a world of tenderness, eyes fluttering shut. It was a gesture that spoke volumes. It was a silent affirmation of what they could no longer turn away from. It was a confirmation of their connection in a world that would seek only to tear them apart. It was the flicker of that possibility, a brand new path suddenly illuminated where before had only been darkness.

It may not have been their first time hiding in the alleyway, narrow and crooked and close to the lodging house. But as they closed the gap between themselves for the third time, they were sure it would definitely not be their last. Albert let himself fall into eternity. Who needed stars anyway?

[ao3feed-newsies]

What If The Delanceys Come Out Swinging?

by, Kings_Ransom by Kings_Ransom How is Davey supposed to work out the next strike meeting when he’s buried under a pile of hyperactive newsies?   Or   It’s Davey’s turn to kiss it better.   Don’t need to read the first one in the series to understand, but this is a progression of the first. Words: 1077, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Soon your friends are more like family (maybe even more) Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies (1992) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: David Jacobs, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Elmer (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), morris delancey (mentioned) Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly Additional Tags: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly-centric, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, David Jacobs Loves Jack Kelly, Bruises, Hurt Jack Kelly (Newsies), Jack Kelly Needs a Hug (Newsies), Pining David Jacobs, Idiots in Love read : https://ift.tt/3ABLREt - May 19, 2025 at 01:39AM

[thewritersofdeceased]

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 ;; 3 hours(7:11 to 11:00) ;

𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 ;; hurt/angst + comfort/fluff

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 ;; albert dasilva ; racetrack higgins

𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 ;; n/a ;

extra ;; little bit of angst, french!albert, italian!race

song lyrics ;; stay awake - mary poppins

[ci]memories of the refuge flashed in the mind of a boy. antonio higgins, better yet known as racetrack to some of the other boys in the lodgehouse, was stirred awake. sitting up rather quickly, looking around back and forth, the boy covered his mouth when waking up. he didn’t want to wake anyone else up. no. he couldn’t. let alone waking up any of the other boys, like jack. though the only one he’d really wish albert desilva. that was his best friend. The one who had begged jack to do anything in his power to get his best friend out of that terrible place.

[ci]but everyone could see that albert had a deep feeling for race. Everyone knew. If you asked romeo, he’d say it was like the ginger was in love with the blonde loudmouthed boy. But everytime one of the boys, for example, romeo himself or even if specs or henry asked the ginger haired boy, the only answer they ever got was a quick witted sentence.

[bci]”i’s ain’ in love with race! i’s just care about ‘im alot.”

[ci]back to the moment at hand.

[ci]race took shaky breaths in and out at a fast pace, looking around the room full of sleeping boys. he had to get out of here. pushing the covers he wore off and just slipping on the boots he seemed to always wear, race began to sneak out. he couldn’t go to the rooftop. jack was up there alongside crutchie. so, where did race go? He went to the only place where he thought he couldn’t be bothered. sneaking about the lodgehouse and into the colder streets of new york city, race sat himself down on one of the steps just outside. just outside for a breath of fresh air.

[ci]he wasn’t in the refuge, he tried to tell himself. was he? he prayed not. the thoughts began to run wild in his head. his blue eyes were wide as his breathing went even for a couple seconds, then shaky right after. in his eyes, they had tears. tears the color of silver and pale blue fell down his cheeks. race wasn’t one to cry. no, this boy always had an upgoing personality. either he was a firecracker, loud, annoying, everything of the sort, or he was tired. tired because of the sirens that blared throughout the night.

[ci]it had felt strange with none of the sirens being heard while in the refuge. though when they were, of course he’d stay awake all night. someone had to stay awake and make sure those kids were okay. but when he was released, race wasn’t the same energetic boy. when race had returned, it was a whole different thing. race wasn’t off trying to steal cigars, he wasn’t as loud as he had been before. the refuge messed with his head. it messed with him physically and mentally.

[ci]now as race thought and thought, even as the tears fell, footsteps had made his head snap up almost instantly, looking around and back towards the inside of the lodge house. the voice that caught his attention was one who sounded like they just woke up. the voice was grogly, tired sounding.

[ci]”race?”

[ci]the voice spoke, only then did race realize who’s voice it was. albert. The voice caught race’s attention as the boy quickly lowered his head. but the way his shoulders were slumped and his body was trembling. the sight made albert’s heart clench as he slowly went to sit beside the other. he had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, not placing his hands on race at all during it all.

[ci]”’ey. ‘Ey… you’s okay, race..”

[ci]the voice was soft. soft and comforting. race tried his best to listen to it. it took a couple seconds for albert to speak again, but his soft and comforting voice never faltered. “can i’s come closer? i won’t touch ya. not unless you’s need physical touch.” albert attempted to explain, all his attention being on the shaken up blonde right in front of him.

[ci]race remained quiet, his shoulders continuing to rise and fall as he slowly seemed to have nodded, making a small smile form on the redhead's face as he slowly and cautiously moved over to race. He was asking permission for these things, not wanting to bring back any terrible memories of the refuge to his best friend. to the boy he’d do anything for.

[ci]albert was the first one race actually told his name to. at first, nobody had known race’s true name was antonio. everyone only knew him as racetrack. racetrack or race. “ant, am i allowed to hold ya?” he then would ask, seeing how race would process the question in his head before earning a nod of response.

[ci]albert, at this response, would wrap his arms around race and pull him into his lap. he wished he could help. he let out a soft sigh, carefully beginning to run his hand through race’s hair, whilst the other held him close. race was hiding his face in the ginger’s shoulder and crook of his neck. they just sat there in pure silence for a little bit.

[ci]but after a while, the soft voice of albert, who seemed to be singing, rang through race’s ears. his sniffling had stopped, his tears no longer falling.

[ci]”Rester éveillé,” (stay awake)

[ci]”ne repose pas ta tête..”(don’t rest your head)

[ci]”Ne t'allonge pas…”(Don’t lie down)

[ci]”sur ton lit..”(upon your bed)

[ci]the boy was singing in french. race had heard albert speaking french before, mainly when albert thought nobody was listening. but race had. hell, when he was in the refuge, the blonde curled boy would speak italian, beyond terrified of everything there. speaking his native language, at least the language he had learnt from his mother before being abandoned and put in an orphanage at a young age. that was something race was proud to remember. his mother.

[ci]at the moment, albert was almost like that figure he needed. not a parental figure, but someone who cared. as race closed his eyes, albert continued to sing the soft tune, his eyes closed as his arms were wrapped around race in a loving embrace.

[ci]”Pendant que la lune dérive dans le ciel..”(While the moon drifts in the skies)

[ci]”Reste éveillé, ne ferme pas les yeux..”(Stay awake, don't close your eyes..)

[ci]”Même si le monde dort profondément..”(Though the world is fast asleep…)

[ci]”Bien que ton oreiller soit doux et profond..”(Though your pillow soft and deep)

[ci]as albert continued with the soft melody, he had noticed the soft breathing of the boy in his lap. race had fallen asleep, it appeared. the ginger had no issue with that. so long as race was asleep, albert wouldn’t move a single muscle. slowly, his own eyes closed, his song slowly coming to an end…

[ci]”Vous n'avez pas sommeil comme vous en avez l'air…”(You're not sleepy as you seem…)

[ci]”Reste éveillé, ne hoche pas la tête et ne rêve pas....”(Stay awake, don't nod and dream…)

[ci]”Reste éveillé, ne hoche pas la tête et ne rêve pas....”(Stay awake, don't nod and dream…)

[ci]and so, as the song came to an end, the stars above twinkled with that lovely shine. of course, race and albert got teased by the other boys as morning came, but what mattered is they had each other. even through thick and thin.

[bigmack2go]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/52913749"><strong>thin ice</strong></a> (6485 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mavkediemackmack"><strong>Mavkediemackmack</strong></a><br />Chapters: 3/25<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies!:%20the%20Musical%20-%20Fierstein*s*Menken">Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies%20-%20All%20Media%20Types">Newsies - All Media Types</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies:%20The%20Broadway%20Musical!%20(2017)">Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017)</a><br />Rating: Not Rated<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Spot Conlon/Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon/Albert DaSilva/Elmer/Racetrack Higgins, Buttons/Elmer (Newsies), David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Kid Blink/Mush Meyers, Hot Shot/Ike (Newsies)<br />Characters: all the newsies, newsies characters, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Les Jacobs, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Crutchie (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Mush Meyers, Hot Shot (Newsies), Kid Blink, Tommy Boy (Newsies)<br />Additional Tags: I dont like modern stetting who?, 🤣, i never said that!, Newsies - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Ice Skating, figureskating - Freeform, ice hockey, Spralbert, maybe spralmer, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Sports, Female Hotshot, tommy does ballet, spot does figure skating, hockey captain hotshot, albert dasilva plays hockey, albert dasilva centric, hockey player mush, hockey player ike, hockey player sniper, hockeyplayer york, Trans Racetrack Higgins, post transition racetrack higgins, Genderfluid Albert DaSilva<br />Series: Part 1 of <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/series/3928519">Thin ice</a><br />Summary: <p>Have you ever had a ball in a box while walking? You can walk as careful as you want: if you move at all the ball will do too.</p><p>Thats how his brain feels in his head.</p><p>Fucking miserable.</p><p> </p><p>Or</p><p>Iceskater au Albert DaSilva centric, that kind of went out of control and got a lot darker than intended.</p

[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

Masterlist

“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.

[fungusbabey]

newsies as big brothers (part 1: albert, race, and jojo)

albert: 

-he’d tease you a lot

-you’d know he was kidding, but sometimes he would get carried away and take it too far and he’d feel awful about it

-he uses a lot of tough love but you know he loves you

-if you were crying, he’d hug you so tight, whisper reassuring things, and ask you who he needed to soak

-you were all he had of his previous life and he remembered trying to care for you when you two were homeless when he was young and you were a baby, and no matter how much he hates to admit it, he’d cling to you and those old memories

-he’d be protective of you, but would be really lowkey about it

-he always tries to hide his emotions from you (from everyone, really), but very rarely, he’ll go for you for comfort if he’s having a breakdown about the past

race:

-unlike good ol’ albo, he is very highkey protective

-he’d give anyone a stern talking to for even looking at you wrong, and he’d pass out frequent soakings on your behalf (despite your insistence that it wasn’t necessary)

-he’d tease you, but not nearly as much as albert. his teasing would be really witty and it would make everyone (including you) crack up 

-he’d be kind of annoying sometimes because he’d bother you whenever the other boys were busy or didn’t want to deal with him

-he’d think you were the most amazing person in new york and would fight anyone who said differently

-he would generally be open enough with his friends when he was hurting that he wouldn’t need to go to you, but he did occasionally talk to you when he was feeling down

jojo:

-he’d be the sweetest big brother oh my GOODNESS

-he’d value sibling bonding time over anything else

-the closest siblings in new york, like, davey and les level but the smaller age gap makes you even closer

-the most supportive! brother! ever!

-you’d tell each other literally everything

-he’d get you lots of little gifts and you’d do the same

-he would give you relationship advice (or any advice) if you asked on it based on his experiences

i’m gonna make this a series wooooo

[moodstheticss]

-modern!albert-

[tarantulas4davey]

bringin’ out the freedom in your eyes

visiting albert’s small southern town over their summer, the pair’s silly date shenanigans are interrupted

aka ralbert getting together in college and race realizing just how much of a shit albert was in highschool

read on ao3

[clevereverest]

“Today’s the Day!” - Oneshot

[ My submission for “Hey, Red” / Redfinch Event Week + Newsiestober! I used 6 Newsiestober prompts right off the bat, so I’m starting strong!

@newsiesficchallenges @newsiestober2024 ]

Summary and tags below!

[fiddler-sticks]

Lost Phones and Almost-swears

I typed it out on here because I was bored. Enjoy :)

»»————-　★　————-««

TWs: anxiety/panic attack, yelling, almost-swearing

Just a heads up, this is literally my first time writing fluff, so it's probably bad. If anyone would like to give me some tips, that'd be greatly appreciated :)

-Third Person/Albert POV? Idk- Modern AU Spralmer

"Ugggghhhh!" groaned Elmer. "Where the heck could it be?! If only I could gosh darn remember were I put things!!"

"What's wrong, El?" Albert asked. He had heard Elmer yelling and come to investigate.

"I don't know where I put my flicking phone, and I'm on the verge of a freaking anxiety attack, and I need my music, and my phone is on friggin' SILENT!!!"Elmer shouted. He started breathing faster.

"Hey hey hey hey hey," Albert said. "Take some deep breaths, kay?"

Elmer didn't seem to hear him.

Albert ran over to the door. "Racer!" he quietly called through it. "Call Spot and tell him El's having an attack."

"Shoot, crap," Elmer started saying.

"Hey. Elmer," Albert said as he ran back across the room. "Do you wanna use my phone?" he asked, pulling it out of his pocket.

"N-n-no, I need mine."

Albert closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "El," he said.

Elmer continued shaking.

"Hey, El, look at me please."

He looked up at his boyfriend.

"El, I need ya to breathe please. We're never gonna actually find your phone if you can't concentrate. You remember what to do?"

Elmer nodded, and drew in a shaky breath. A look of concentration took over his face, and even though he never said anything out loud, Albert knew exactly what he was doing.

When Albert, Spot, and Race found out about Elmer's attacks, they started googling. None of the first results ever worked for Elmer, but they kept trying and googling. Finally, they came upon a method that actually worked for Elmer. So now, every time he has an attack, he starts counting a times table up and down, and if he isn't calmed down by the time he's done, he moves on to another one.

As Elmer's breathing slowly started evened out, Albert could start to hear him counting.

"Sixty four, fifty six, forty eight, forty," Elmer mumbled, then took a deep breath and continued counting.

"Thirty two, twenty four... "

Albert knew that Elmer would go through at least two more tables before doing anything, and so slowly, he led him over to the couch and sat him down. Then he quietly dashed over to the desk, and then the ottoman, to grab some headphones and a blanket.

When Elmer fully came to his senses (it had taken 3 more tables), he found a blanket tucked around him, and headphones over his ears, playing soft music. He took off one ear of the headphones, and looked around.

Albert was sitting cross-legged next to him on the couch, and Race was in a chair across from him, both with worried expressions on their faces. Elmer looked at them, confused.

"Ho-, wh-?" Elmer started.

"You okay, Elm?" Albert asked.

Elmer looked down and shrugged.

"Do you wanna tell us what happened?" asked Race.

Elmer shook his head.

"That's okay. You don't have to tell us until you're ready." Albert said.

"Thanks," Elmer whispered, barely audible.

"Hmm?" Race asked.

But Elmer didn't hear him. He'd put the headphones back on, and was laying down in Albert's lap.

Race turned to Albert. "What'd he say?" he asked, still confused.

"He said thanks," Albert said, at the same time Elmer mumbled "You make a good pillow."

Albert snorted softly, then tucked the blanket around Elmer, and turned up the volume on his phone, that was playing music through the headphones Elmer was wearing. Race still looked confused.

"I'll tell you this," Albert said to the boy across from him. "I love El to death, but he really can't swear."

Race laughed, and shook his head. "He literally uses every alternative in the book, and sometimes makes up new ones!"

They sat like that, the conversation dying down after a while, and Albert found his hands playing with Elmer's hair, and Elmer asleep.

Albert shifted, and grimaced in pain. Race looked up from his phone. "You okay, Al?" he asked.

"Eh, I zoned out and now my back hurts."

"Here," Race said, and got up.

Slowly and awkwardly, as to not wake Elmer, Race took Albert's place. Albert sat down next to him. He leaned against his boyfriend, and Race asked "Better?"

"Yeah," he said, and closed his eyes.

And that was the scene Spot came home to later that evening. Race and Albert leaning on each other, and Elmer laying in Race's lap.

He smiled, and before he joined his boyfriends, he took off Elmer's headphones.

[writinganothertime]

A Night to Remember

pairing: race x albert

warnings: none

story: fluff, so sweet really :)

time period: modern au

word count: 746

Race took the last sip of his drink. That’s all he’d had. Just one. He was nearly completely sober. Just feeling the hum of the alcohol. He relaxed back into the chair feeling a hand slip in his. He immediately, as if on reflex, lifted the joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of his lover’s hand. He looked up to see Albert smiling at him.

“How’s your night?”

Race smiled easily back, “you’ve been here the whole time wouldn’t you know?”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“This has been amazing Albie.”

“That’s good,” he leaned in to kiss the blond when Race suddenly jerked away. His eyes flicked upwards to see Specs with his hands on Race’s shoulder, having lightly shaken him.

“Happy birthday man!” He was saying.

Albert’s lips curled into a small smile, he was glad they had such incredible friends.

Race thanked him then immediately turned back to Albert, grabbing his collar and kissing him quickly.

“Sorry that got interrupted,” Race said breathlessly as he pulled back.

Albert laughed and tightened his grip on his boyfriend’s hand.

They were lost for a moment, staring in each other’s eyes.

The peace was broken by their group beginning the singing.

“Happy birthday to you!”

Race looked around at all his friends.

“Happy birthday dear Racer!”

He was smiling so wide he thought his face might split. The happiness inside of him made him want to burst. It was a night to remember. Nothing was wrong. Nothing had gone wrong. Nothing was going to go wrong.

They all cheered at the end of the song and he felt several hands clapping him on his shoulders, in a congratulatory manner. He

closed his eyes and blew out the candles.

“Didja make a wish?” Mike called out.

“Not one I’m going to share,” Race responded.

A couple of people laughed and a server stepped forward to cut the cake and dish out the pieces.

They ate their cake amidst small talk, soft chatter in stark contrast to the excited volume that had occupied the air during the meal.

After the meal ended people began leaving, not leaving the dinner, just leaving the table so they could go to the dance floor.

Race was one of the last people there to finish eating. He wanted to soak in every second of this perfect night.

Albert stayed at his side no matter what. Race had told him he could go, but his boyfriend wanted nothing more than to stay with him.

Once everyone else had departed from the table, only then did Race stand up. Albert stood with him, their hands had remained joined nearly the entire evening. They made their way over to the dance floor.

Hours went by, it was late into the night. Everyone was laughing, probably somewhat tipsy, and enjoying themselves. Albert tugged lightly on Race’s hand as the song ended. Race took a moment to really look at the redhead. His face was serious and Race’s heart jumped.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

Albert broke into a smile, sending a flood of relief through Race’s veins.

“No, nothing at all. Just wondered if you wanted to get out of here for a bit.”

“I shouldn’t leave my own party.”

“Just for a breather.”

“Alright.”

The two of them wandered outside, the fresh, cool, night air refreshing their spirits. The music sounded faint now, far away. They stood on some sort of deck, and could see the New York City skyline, along with the mirror image in the water. They let go of each other briefly. A moment of solitude to take everything in. Race swayed slightly to the soft music, or possibly the music in his head, humming under his breath. Albert turned to watch him, his eyes shining with love. Abruptly Race turned to face Albert.

“Marry me? Please?” Race’s eyes were so bright.

Everything was slightly blurry from the sheer rush of midnight feelings. Albert smiled softly at him, he’d never felt so content. Race twirled in his happiness and Albert’s breath stopped at the sight. The light was reflecting off the water. He was alone with the love of his life.

Race crashed softly into him still smiling so big. Albert hugged him tight, “were ya serious?”

“About?” The blond asked in a whisper.

“Marriage?”

Race grabbed Albert’s hands, spinning him around, “yes.”

Albert laughed now, “what has gotten into you?”

“Oh Albie I’ve just never been so happy!”

[ao3feed-newsies]

Hair Playing And Sleepy Boys. - Newsies Agere

by, Sleepy_Finn_Aster by Sleepy_Finn_Aster This was a request from elk4u, with Little!Albert and CG!Race from Newsies! So basically, the lodge gets infested with lice and Race is checking Al for it, but Albert starts to get sleepy from chasing a bratty little shit back to Queens last night. Guess who's feeling little from the lack of sleep? Words: 467, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Jack Kelly (Newsies) Relationships: Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva & Racetrack Higgins Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Roommates Albert DaSilva and Racetrack Higgins, Good Boyfriend Racetrack Higgins, Period-Typical Homophobia, Cute, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Albert is a teddy bear, lice, Sharing a Bed, sleepy, Sleep, Everyone Is Gay, Gay Male Character, Ralbert is so cute like actually, but yes I still love Sprace, Author Is Crashing Out read : https://ift.tt/nglA40M - April 21, 2025 at 02:10PM

[somedayonbroadway]

I’ve Never Felt Better

Boy Meet World Masterlist

“Jack, Albie’s gonna be here in like—“ A knock sounded on the door just as Race had jumped down the remainder of the stairs to his room. It was an easy jump, one that he did often enough for Jack to tell him constantly to stop doing. Today, he felt only a little sore as he landed. He paid no mind to it. “Now!”

Walking out of his room, Jack ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, little buddy! Calm down!”

Jack was taking them to a basketball game. He said it was just because Race was doing better in school and that was all the explanation Race needed. He loved going to things with Jack. Sometimes he thought about how other kids were constantly embarrassed by their parents while out in public. He didn’t care if Jack embarrassed him. Jack could say nearly anything and Race wasn’t sure it would ever be enough for him to not want his teacher by his side.

Just as Tony reached the door, Kelly stopped him by merely speaking. “Whoa, kiddo, what happened ta your face?”

With a small glare, Race turned to him. “Wow… Jackie, I thought we were friends…” he said, placing a sarcastic hand over his heart, as though he was offended.

“I’m serious, Tony,” the young man continued, worriedly as he gently rushed to him, taking the boy’s chin in his hand. “Those look like chickenpox.” Race paused, realizing that Jack genuinely did seem concerned. “Do they itch?”

“No…” Race shrugged. But then he lifted up his arm. “I mean, these ones are a little irritating, but it ain’t the end of the world.” There were angry red dots that matched the one’s on the boy’s face running all the way down his forearm.

With a small shake of his head, Jack scoffed. “Alright, buddy, we gotta take care a’ this ‘r you could get real sick, ya understand?”

“But, Jack—!” Race tried to argue, wanting so badly to go out that day, feeling as though he might burst with energy in that moment.

His teacher held up a finger. “Ah, ah, hey… sit down,” he instructed, pointing to the couch. Race didn’t move but before Jack could push him onto the soft surface, another knock sounded at the door. So Jack turned to it. “No, Albert, ya can’t come in here!” he called, actually locking the door after that.

“What? Why not?” the boy asked through the door, trying to open it.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Racer’s got chickenpox. Ya better run if ya don’ wan’ ‘em,” he called.

With a scoff, Race pushed past Jack, unlocking the door and starting to open it. “Oh come on, Albie is not gonna just—“ But Albert was gone. So the blond boy turned back to his teacher. “Well, I stand corrected. But seriously, I feel fine!”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Jack nodded. “That’s because it hasn’t hit you yet,” he explained easily. “When I had it, I had dots, a fever n’ I couldn’t stand up by myself,” he recalled.

“Mhm… n’ in anytime durin’ that sickness did ya eva’ stop talking?” Race asked, raising his eyebrows at Jack.

Glaring at him again, Jack smirked. “I’ll excuse that this time because you’re sick—“

“I am not sick! I’ve neva’ felt betta’!” the child stated, turning back to the door, ready to go chase after his best friend who couldn’t be farther than the elevator. But he paused as the room spun. “Okay… maybe I have…” he groaned, suddenly feeling a lot weaker than he had before. “Now would be a good time to put your arms out…”

Just as he fell backwards he was caught easily in strong arms and dragged back, landing on top of Jack who was now sitting on the couch, holding him close. “Don’t worry, kid… I gotcha…” the man promised.

Race believed him.

So Jack let Race’s head rest on a pillow in his lap as he read to him and brushed a hand through his hair till he fell asleep.

[bigmack2go]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/52913749"><strong>thin ice</strong></a> (9649 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mavkediemackmack"><strong>Mavkediemackmack</strong></a><br />Chapters: 4/25<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies!:%20the%20Musical%20-%20Fierstein*s*Menken">Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies%20-%20All%20Media%20Types">Newsies - All Media Types</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies:%20The%20Broadway%20Musical!%20(2017)">Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017)</a><br />Rating: Not Rated<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Spot Conlon/Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon/Albert DaSilva/Elmer/Racetrack Higgins, Buttons/Elmer (Newsies), David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Kid Blink/Mush Meyers, Hot Shot/Ike (Newsies)<br />Characters: all the newsies, newsies characters, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Les Jacobs, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Crutchie (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Mush Meyers, Hot Shot (Newsies), Kid Blink, Tommy Boy (Newsies)<br />Additional Tags: I dont like modern stetting who?, 🤣, i never said that!, Newsies - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Ice Skating, figureskating - Freeform, ice hockey, Spralbert, maybe spralmer, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Sports, Female Hotshot, tommy does ballet, spot does figure skating, hockey captain hotshot, albert dasilva plays hockey, albert dasilva centric, hockey player mush, hockey player ike, hockey player sniper, hockeyplayer york, Trans Racetrack Higgins, post transition racetrack higgins, Genderfluid Albert DaSilva<br />Series: Part 1 of <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/series/3928519">Thin ice</a><br />Summary: <p>Have you ever had a ball in a box while walking? You can walk as careful as you want: if you move at all the ball will do too.</p><p>Thats how his brain feels in his head.</p><p>Fucking miserable.</p><p> </p><p>Or</p><p>Iceskater au Albert DaSilva centric, that kind of went out of control and got a lot darker than intended.</p>

[mike-faist-is-the-best]

74 (kiss promts) with albert?

Yes! They’re adults btw

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap

“You guys are just gross.” Race said, taking a seat next to the both of you. You were at Albert and Race’s apartment, where the three of you were gonna watch a movie. You were sitting on Alberts lap with his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. It was quite an innocent gesture, considering the things you and Albert have done.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have anyone to sit on your lap.” Albert retorted.

“I am not jealous.” He said, and Alberts lips connected to yours. You were shocked, but not surprised. The two boys were always finding ways to annoy the crap out of each other, and so far, Albert was winning. Race looked at the pair before making a vomiting sound with his mouth but continued to sit down. “I swear to god I’ll leave.”

“Then do it, pussy.” Albert said, barely disconnecting your lips from his.

“Fuck you guys! This is why we can’t do nice things!” Race exclaimed, standing up and going to his room.

“Is he gone?” Albert asked and you nodded. “Good.” Albert pushed you slightly down on the couch before connecting his lips with your again.

“Albert!” You exclaimed, and he just chuckled. You knew the two of you were gonna be here a while. And also, Race can never sit on this couch again.