#ou can't fault him for knowing he looks good i guess

[ofrolysdogs]

Trouble Trio Toxic Boyfriend Headcanons.

I had plans on doing something like this a while back, and now I managed to get some motivation! this authors note is rather short, some characters are ooc af so sorry I guess??... also, I did not proofread this so spelling errors are gonna come up.

tw; manipulation, cheating, body shaming, mental abuse, emotional abuse, (slight) physical abuse,

phinks

let's start with the easier ones first, this guy is the type to be with you for years while still looking for the love of his life, giving you the lover title with little true attraction or he's the type to keep doing you dirt but no matter what you still stick by his side, so he keeps cheating, lying and abusing you until he hits your breaking point and then you officially leave.

the toxicity starts after your first time having sex, hell in the beginning he plays as this big sweetheart, you laugh together, go out together and everything just seems so perfect until it gets to sex, he becomes a completely different person.

he'll flirt with every person under the sun but don't you dare look at someone else for more than a second..

uses the "men by nature are polyamorus" argument, a bit of it is ironic and unironic.

you're gonna get a couple of "hey girly..." or "I'm coming to you as a woman..." texts here and there just letting you know ...

wants to see your phone but doesn't let you see his. (he probably has a couple sneaky links you don't know about)

secretive about the dumbest shit, "why do you wanna look in my closet, dumb bitch?"

I don't see him as the type to be physically abusive (getting your ass beat by the second strongest PT member???? you gotta be shitting me) but mentally and emotionally? absolutely.

if you manage to catch his phone and scan through the texts between him and someone else he'll tell you that it's your fault for putting off sex and you shouldn't blame him for looking elsewhere. "well I mean ... we haven't done anything in months, what do you expect me to do??"

okay enough cheating shit, he's overall a shit boyfriend, you two argue a lot but he gives you gifts and takes you to nice places to keep up the relationship.

brags to his comrades on how he's got a baddie on his arm, doesn't even see you as human, just a toy he can show off to others until he gets bored of you.

when his friends are around he treats you like an afterthought but when he does acknowledge your existence it's to make jokes about you, like "you guys want me to tell the story about how this dumb bitch fell in the shower and almost broke her back?"

the last straw will either you seeing him in bed with someone else or you finally having enough and realizing you are worth much better, he'll convince you that he'll change for the better but by this point you've heard it time and time again and it's gotten so old and tiring, so by this point you're gone for good.

shalnark

oh this one's fun! he looks cute right? wrong!

he's a lovebomber, he'll tell you that you are the most beautiful person he's ever met and how he's so lucky to have a person like you until.... guess what? you give up the sex! everything changes from there.

he likes other peoples pictures on Instagram to make you jealous but if you even think about scanning through someone else's page he'll block them through your account (he has your password but you don't have his). the people he likes usually has features that you don't have, like if you have a big nose they have a small button nose.

if you call him out on this he'll hit you with the "I like everything on my feed, no big deal" or just straight up tell you that it's not what it seems even though the girl is half naked and you can lowkey see her areola because the bra is too small for her.

you want to post scantily clad photos too? mmmm... nope! he'll demand you to delete the photo on some fake possessive type shit. "because I should be the only one to see you like that, not the world."

he'll compare you to others, "why can't you be like them?" and he'll even point out you gaining weight jokingly. "getting a little big aren't we?" of course you grow insecure about these comments because he's just a shithead like that.

when you both out with friends (most likely his) he'll treat you as if you don't exist, but once you find that attention elsewhere that's when he shows up, but it all goes back to him dismissing your complaints and such.

very mentally abusive, his plan is to break you down to where you will depend on him for validation, and once again, you go find that attention elsewhere, he'll convince you to come back to him so that it can "be like the old days.

feitan

the epitome of the "nonchalant bf." you're under the notion that he's not good at expressing his emotions and that he's just mysterious, while a part of that is true it's really mainly because you're just not the one for that, he keeps you around because he likes the attention you give him and it boosts his ego.

because he doesn't speak much you would most likely be the one to initiate things, planning dates and such, that alone should be a reason to not continue anything, but none the less, you do anyways because he's so fucking fine..

now mind you, this guy is canonically a sadist, he has 0 empathy for anyone he tortures, you are the same way, no amount of crying and complaining about his lack of effort in the relationship will get him to change, he'll just stare at you like how he did that one chimera ant queen during her transformation (I don't remember her name sorry). and dare I say he'd probably enjoy it, might even let out a couple of low chuckles, it fuels his ego knowing he has you in that position.

he puts in low effort on purpose because he really isn't into you like that, but he knows you'd give up the world for him, and that's all that matters to him. he's terrible at communicating his feelings to you (remember hes nonchalant) and you are left confused to wether he truly likes you or not, the truth is self gratification comes from you just existing around him and he knows you won't leave, so he'll keep playing these mind games until you eventually do step foot out that door and never turn back.

i don't see him as the type of person to purposely make you jealous or straight up cheat on you, however if he is talking with someone and you get jealous he'll just watch you confront him with a dead straight face. "are you done?" will be his only words.

if you were the one to cheat, say goodbye to your lover for life, he'll kill them right in front of you and watch you cry, he might even kill you for being so annoying with your sobbing.

this is high-key random but imagine cheating on him with hisoka or kurapika.... you're done for 😬 literally.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #toxic headcanons #phinks magcub #shalnark ryusei #feitan portor #toxic phinks #toxic shalnark #toxic feitan #hxh x reader #hxh boyfriend headcanons

[evelyn1056]

This was in my head for a while now so why keep it longer.

"Roll the Dice" Alternate (bad) ending/ What if King Dice thought of something better than "....[Y]ou go straight to the mystery prize room. Yay."

Here's how it goes. Everything goes the same as in the episode all until Cuphead breaks the dice. King is now thinking of a way how to trick the people into thinking there's something good about breaking the two big dice still being related to the game. That's when he got an idea.

"Ahh, Dang it. I guess I lost."

"That's actually a good thing. When the dice shattered that means you get to go to the not-secret-anymore bonus round. You get to face off one last challenge."

"there's a bonus round?"

"Yes... We had some incidents trying the dice out so we made a secret bonus round just in case they came off again. But, before we get on to the bonus round, We'll be right back."

Dice winks to the audience once more and goes to the phone again but this time to call a party store.

"Yes, hello. This is King Dice and I would like to buy some balloons, an air pump, and darts fast."

He hangs up and like the police in "Root Packed" the stuff arrive at the studio quick. Dice hurried on pumping air into the balloons, placing 5 in a shelf thing and drags the shelf to the stage.

"And we're back. This Cup fella will now try to hit the balloons with these darts. If he pops all of them then they get to go to the mystery prize room."

He gives Cuphead 10 darts (twice the amount of balloons)

"pfft this is easy, I had a whole win steak back at a carnival, like man was I getting fans-"

"Just throw the darts already,"

Cuphead throws the darts and ended up winning.

"CONGRATULATIONS, You just won. Now go into the prize room to collect your prize."

With an Evil grin Dice watches as Cuphead went running to the prize room, all excited, and closing the door behind him.

"That's all for tonight folks, take care and GOODNIGHT."

The audience cheered as the curtains closed.

Meanwhile with Cuphead:

"huh, this ain't a prize it's just an old machine. HEY, THERE IS NO PRIZE IN HERE, YOU HAVE ME IN THE WRONG ROOM! OPEN THE DOOR!"

Cuphead tries to open the door but failed he was going to run towards the door to break it down but unfortunately the machine already took the soul from him. He was dropped to the ally and just sat there for a good amount of time.

Back to the studio:

"hey kid,"

With everyone gone and Mugman still in shock he snapped out of it when he heard the voice.

"Oh sorry Mr. Dice... Where's my brotha?"

"He went through the secret exit in the prize room. I suggest you should follow."

"No thanks, knowing him he probably wondered off. Well bye Mr."

Mugman left to find Cuphead and made Dice's plan for him fail but he was more interested in Cuphead anyways. Mugman went outside to look for Cuphead and he found him wondering by the bridge and hugged him

"Cuphead, there you are I've been looking for you."

"I'm pleasant to see you too"

Mugman realized he wasn't the cheery cup he knew.

"you ok?"

"never better"

"Cup, I don't like this new you. SNAP OUT OF IT!"

"I'm fine, like you"

Mugman grew suspicious of it and he noticed, and just assumed, that the devil must have took his soul while he was still frozen back at the studio.

"Oh, Cuphead I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should have never let my stage fright take the better of me. Don't worry once I find a way I'll get your soul back. Just hang in there."

Back in the studio:

King Dice left for another phone call but this time to the Devil again.

"It's your number 1 calling again."

"Dice, Let me guess, you-"

"Caught that cup, yes I did, how'd ya know?"

"You know henchman, the lil purple, chubby demon? 'hey'"

"Probably."

"He is a huge fan of your show and he never misses an episode."

" Can't see why not"

"He just told me that lil cup just went into the prize room."

"Indeed he did."

"I'm proud of you for not disappointing me. This is why you're my number 1."

"I know. But just one question, what about that lil fella with the kid?"

"Oh I'll deal with him if he tries something. But you should keep an eye out just in case since I'm very busy."

"Of course, boss. I will keep an eye out"

The phone call gets hung up and the episode ends here with King Dice, and/or the devil, laugh evilly as the outro begins to appear. Technically the next episode is just Mugman trying to find a way to get back at the Devil for stealing Cuphead's soul and getting the soul back to Cuphead.

(I hadn't seen the full table read but I seen pictures/clips of it and I just realized this sounds a lot like the episode that's coming up soon. Those who know ya know.)

Anywho, Dice ain't fired & replaced and Mugman is on a quest now. That's all. I honestly have no idea what to officially call this alternate ending but I feel like either:

Winning game

Rolling Sixes

(Get) What's comin' to ya

Or

Playing the price

(tbh I may or may not make an event with this very ending.)

#the cuphead show #mugman #cuphead #cuphead devil #king dice

[informaticn]

i will never truly be over just how much was going on during that plotline where the aven/gers go to ask nat   &   matt for help defeating mag/neto bc it’s like not only is the mag/neto thing going on,   but also right as soon as it’s over t’challa give them both an invitation to be aven/gers so not only do they have that to sort out on a personal level   ( see   :   matt rejects,   nat accepts ),   but also right before they go to help clint,   who had recently left the aven/gers,   made his way to chicago where he   &   matt fought like assholes over nat’s affections while she thought about whether her yard was big enough to hide both their bodies

#with special mentions for #clint thinking that matt was gonna bash his skull in with a rock while they're fighting #both of them crashing through the window in the middle of the fight & nat getting mad about the window #didn't give a shit if either of them were okay but the assholes broke her window it was expensive damnit #t'challa also gets to have a crisis of his own where he thinks about leaving the aven/gers #matt makes some more asshole comments about feminism which aggressively dates the time period this was written in #right after is also the reunion of nat & ir/on m/an which is the start of nat & tony just #casually pretending shit that happened definitely didn't happen like repeated murder attempts who #not to mention that picture i mentioned before of clint that was clearly a professional photo #that he just. keeps. in his own room. framed & all #ou can't fault him for knowing he looks good i guess #nat was only involved in like two issues of this plot but there was So Much to unpack #ooc / shit posting from marble's basement. #delete.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

I can't be with you tonight

this is my story from the angst off last night hehe

this was my first death fic and it didn't turn out too bad

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ship: ralbert

genre: angst no happy ending

warnings: death, dying, pain, physical injury, mourning

word count: 2949

editing: sorta

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Race was walking back from the Sheepshead when he heard shouts coming from a newby alley. Hesitantly, he approached the opening and peeked in.

Race’s stomach dropped out from him. Albert was shoved against the wall of the alley, his lip and nose bleeding, trying desperately to hold his own against Oscar and Morris, who were approaching him menacingly. Morris had his knife out.

Race threw down his paper bag running toward them. “HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Oscar and Morris turned around at the sound of Race’s voice, mischievous smiles playing on their faces. “Is this your little boyfriend, Dasilva? Has he come to save you?” Oscar teased.

Albert ignored him. “Race! What are you doing? Get out of here!”

Race shook his head, biting back tears as he approached the Delanceys. “Not without you!”

Morris gave him a sickenly sweet smile. “Good luck with that,” he snarled, slashing his knife blindly behind him into Albert’s stomach before grabbing his brother and running out of the alley.

Albert’s eyes flew open wide with shock and for one painful moment he made direct eye contact with Race, blood dripping from his shirt onto the dirty street before he collapsed.

“Albie, oh my god, Albie,” Race mumbled as he ran toward his fallen boyfriend on shaky legs. Albert was slumped against the wall, practically choking on his breath, eyelids fluttering dangerously, one hand partially obscuring the gaping wound in his stomach.

“Hey, hey, baby,” Race rambled, tears dripping down his cheeks. Albert wasn't going to make it. There was too much blood. He was breathing all wrong. They were too far from the house. But he had to try, he had to at least try. “Look at me, look at me, right at me. It’s gonna be okay, everything is going to be okay. I’m gonna get you back to the lodge, Mush is gonna fix you up. Just stay with me, baby, please.” He slid his arms around Albert, trying to lift him.

“No, no, ‘ace,” Albert slurred, wiggling out of Race’s grip. “‘S no use.”

“No, baby, its gonna be okay, i promise, just let me get you-”

“‘S not,” Albert said gently, opening his eyes all the way to look up at Race’s tear stricken face. “‘S okay, don’ cry, I ‘ad a good life, I go’ t’ be wit’ you.”

Race pulled Alberts head into his lap, one hand combing gently through his hair and the other firmly grasping Albert’s hand. “I know, I just wish we had more time.”

Albert gave him a pained smile. “We ‘ad all th’ ‘ime we needed.”

Race sniffled as a fresh round of tears filled his eyes. Even in the shadow of death, Albert still managed to be poetic. “I don't know what I’m going to do without you, Albie,” Race sobbed, leaning his head down on Albert’s shoulder. “You’re my everything. Who’s gonna steal my cigars in the morning? Who’s gonna make jokes with me at the gate? Who am I gonna cuddle with after a long day?” Race’s voice cracked as he fisted his hands in Albert’s hair.

“Shhhhh,” Albert whispered, draping one of his arms around Race’s back, he lacked the energy to provide any other comfort. “You’re gonna be fine, ‘ace. Jus’ keep goin’. Don’ cry when ‘m gone. Don’ let me stop you from livin’. ‘ou ‘till b’long ‘ere. Don’ try t’ follow me.”

Race nodded into Albert’s shoulder. What had he done to deserve him? And how was it that he was about to lose him?

Albert shifted, groaning in pain, and Race quickly sat up, murmuring reassurances. Albert reached up and, with some difficulty, removed his hat, letting his red hair spill into Race’s lap. Then he motioned for Race to lean down, and removed Race’s hat, putting his own in its place. “‘ere,” he mumbled, staring up at Race with tears in his eyes, “somethin’ t’ remember me by.”

Race quickly leaned down pressing a kiss to Albert’s lips, which he returned with desperation, suddenly very aware that this would be their last kiss. Fresh tears sprung into Race’s eyes at the thought. “As if I could ever forget you.”

Albert smiled, but it turned into a painful cough, wracking his weak body with sharp movements, blood splattering onto his lips.

“Shhhhh, shhh its okay, its okay,” Race soothed, rubbing Albert’s shoulder and squeezing his hand gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Te- tell th’ boys I love ‘em,” Albert rasped, his breathing now more irregular, “an’ not t’ miss me too much. An’ all my stuff, me shirts an’ stuff in m’ bunk, I want ya t’ ‘ave ‘em, ‘ace.”

“No, no, I couldn't.” Race continued to rub circles into Albert’s shoulder.

“Please, ‘ace?” Albert asked and Race couldn't say no to the desperation in his eyes. He nodded his head in confirmation.

Albert’s body was seized by another coughing fit, this one much more violent and intense. His eyes blinked closed several times, making Race’s heart clench. “C’mon, baby, look at me, one last time.”

At the sound of Race’s pleading voice, Albert’s eyes blinked open halfway and he gently squeezed Race’s hand. “I love ya, ‘tonio, don’ firget ‘t,” he mumbled in his barely there voice.

Race leaned down close to Albert, thumbing his fingers through his hair soothingly. “I love you too, Albie. So, so much.”

Albert gave Race one last smile before his eyes fluttered shut and the grip on Race’s hand released.

•••

Race jolted awake with a start, wiping away his tears and forcing himself to take a few deep breaths before dragging himself out of bed and towards the window. Almost as an afterthought, he grabbed Albert’s hat from the end of his bed.

Race climbed up the ladder to the roof to where he knew Jack was sleeping. Crutchie had opted to sleep inside tonight.

Jack was leaning against the rail, looking out over the city. Race wordlessly wandered over and joined him, his hands toying with the hat in his hands.

After a few minutes, Jack spoke up. “You had the nightmare again?”

“Yeah,” Race whispered. “I don't understand, Jackie, it’s been almost a year, why does it still happen? Why do I have to relive it every night?”

“I don't know, Racer,” Jack sighed, leaning over to place his hand on Race’s.

“It just makes it worse,” Race continued. “I know he’s gone. I know he’s not coming back. And then, every night I see the whole thing happen again. And then I wake up, and expect it to be a dream, that he’ll be there any second to reassure me that everything’s going to be okay, that he’s okay, but he’s not, Jack. He’s gone. He’s never coming back.” His voice cracked on the last word and he bowed his head in defeat, the cool New York air biting at his his tear stained cheeks.

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Jack sighed, putting an arm around Race’s shoulders, holding him gently. Race tensed at first, he didn't like people touching him that much anymore, but then he relaxed into Jack’s embrace.

“I didn't try hard enough to save him,” Race sighed. “I could have brought him back here, we could have at least tried.”

“No, Race,” Jack said gently. “You did what he wanted. You made him comfortable. He just wanted to be with you one last time, and you gave him that.”

“I guess,” Race sighed. “Everything just feels so pointless without him here anymore.”

“He wanted you to keep living, right? That's what you told me?” Jack asked softly.

Race closed his eyes, reciting the words he had told him from memory. “You’re going to be fine, Race. Just keep going. Don’t cry when I’m gone. Don’t let me stop you from living. You still belong here. Don't try to follow me.”

“See,” Jack soothed, “He wants you here. You've done a great job, Race. I don't think I could have been as strong as you've been this past year.”

“It’s so hard though,” Race whispered. “I just want one more day with him. Is that too much to ask?”

Jack rubbed Race’s arms comfortingly. “Sometimes, the universe is a cruel place. You’ll see him again one day. I promise.”

•••

“One day” turned out to be a lot closer than Race had expected. About a month later, he was thrown in the refuge for stealing an apple from a street vendor. It wasn't his fault, he had been hungry and selling had been tough the last year without his partner in crime.

Snyder had locked Race in one of the basement rooms and beat him for mouthing off to a guard. Not that he really cared. He hadn’t cared about what happened to him in almost a year. He didn't have a boyfriend to come home to anymore, so what did it matter. He did stupid stuff, mouthed off to people, got in fights, and this time it had cost him.

Race groaned in pain, his ribs screaming from being kicked down the stairs, his back on fire from the lashes he’d received, and his leg was beginning to go numb, which he didn't think was a good sign. Race tried to keep his eyes open, but the darkness called out to him and it sounded so appealing that he allowed himself to slip away.

•••

When Race awoke he was laying on something - no wait, someone. There was a hand comfortingly stroking his hair and Race leaned into it, sighing in satisfaction. The pain was still there, but it was much duller than before, barely an ache and disappearing by the second.

“Dammit, Tonio,” a voice said from above him. “Everything was just starting to get better, and then you do this?”

Race sucked in a sharp breath. He’d know that annoyed voice anywhere. But, it couldn't be…

“Albie?” Race spoke the name of his boyfriend for the first time in a year, it felt foreign on his lips and his voice cracked, almost as if he had forgotten what it was like to be someone’s everything.

“Yes, Race, I’m here,” Albert said soothingly.

Race hesitantly opened his eyes, crying tears of happiness when he saw Albert’s face above him. He looked just as Race remembered, messy reddish hair, warm brown eyes, lightly freckled skin, glorious smile. He was wearing the same clothes as the last time Race had seen him, less the hat, which was firmly jammed on Race’s head. He even smelled the same, like freshly printed papers, and new york city, and lingering cigar smoke.

“I- but- you’re, you’re dead,” Race stuttered. “Does that mean I’m dead too?”

“Not quite yet,” Albert said, running his hand gently over Race’s face. “You’re getting there, though.”

Race lifted himself up slightly, looking around. “Where are we? This isn’t the refuge.”

Albert pushed him gently back down so his head was resting in his lap once again. “Shhh, stay down, okay? You’re hurt real bad, don't want it to get worse.” He paused. “We’re on the roof of the lodging house. I usually hang around you guys, its where I’m the strongest.”

“What do you mean?” Race asked, picking up Albert’s hand and holding it tightly. The pain in his back was beginning to return and he needed something to hold onto.

Albert gave him a soft smile. “I’m still around Race. I follow you when you go out selling every day, I’m standing right next to you when you're betting at the Sheepshead, I sleep next to you in the lodge every night. I’m always there when you wake up from that nightmare. And I wish I could comfort you, I really do,” he paused, sniffling, “It’s so hard to see you in pain, because of me.”

“You didn't do anything wrong, Al,” Race whispered. “Don't beat yourself up over this.”

Albert smiled slightly. “I told you not to cry over me when I was gone. And you still did.”

Race felt tears coming on. “It was hard not to, you were my everything. Heck, you still are my everything.”

“I know, I know,” Albert sighed. “But you were doing so good, Racey. So, so good. And then this happened. I told you to keep living, right?”

Race squeezed Albert’s hand tightly, repeating the words from that fateful day. “You’re going to be fine, Race. Just keep going. Don’t cry when I’m gone. Don’t let me stop you from living. You still belong here. Don't try to follow me.”

“And look, you tried to follow me,” Albert paused. “You never used to be that careless Race, what were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” Race winced, more pain shooting through his back and across his ribs.

Albert noticed immediately. “Baby? What is it? Talk to me, Tonio.” He stared at Race with a look of concern.

“Hurts,” Race said through gritted teeth.

Albert looked at him sadly before getting a far off expression on his face. “Jack’s pulling you out from the refuge,” he whispered.

“What?” Race’s face contorted in pain as he shifted in Albert’s lap.

“In the real world,” Albert looked down at Race, “Jack just rescued you from the refuge. He’s bringing you back to the house right now. If- if you're feeling pain, that means that you're going to make it.”

“What does that mean?” Race asked shakily, needing to hear it from Albert.

“You can’t stay here with me,” Albert whispered, his eyes filling with tears. “You have to back.”

Race felt his own tears spilling over. “But I wanna stay here with you,” he protested. “I just got you back, I can’t lose you again.”

“Shhhhhh,” Albert soothed, leaning down and pressing a gently kiss to Race’s lips. Race kissed him back desperately, trying to memorize the feeling of his lips, the way he tasted, everything. “You're getting a second chance, Antonio,” Albert whispered. “Aren’t you happy?”

“No,” Race wheezed, the pain was really setting in now. “I want to be with you. I can’t be without you, Albie. It nearly killed me when you died. I had to carry you back to the house, I had to explain to the boys what happened. I had to go to bed that night, knowing that you wouldn’t be there when I woke up. I had to keep living without my second half. I can’t go through that again, Albie. Let me stay with you, please,” he begged, clutching Albert’s hand as if he might disappear any second, which judging from his flickering, fading image was a high possibility.

“Tonio, listen to me, baby,” Albert said softly, tears clogging his voice. “You belong on Earth, living. You mean so much to all those boys down there, they’re all so worried about you. I can see it right now, Jack just put you on your bunk, Mush is pulling off you shirt, starting to clean your back. He’s crying. Romeo is hovering by the corner, and Specs is holding him back from jumping on you. Behind him is JoJo and Blink and Henry and Tommy Boy and everyone else. They’re all trying to hold it together. Elmer just ran out to go get Davey. They care about you, baby, they really do. They’ve already lost me, I don't want them to lose you too.”

“But I don't want to lose you,” Race sobbed. “Can’t I just have five more minutes? Is that too much to ask?”

Albert looked at him sadly, shaking his head. “No, Tonio, you have to go back. Don't try to follow me again. You're going to have a nice, long life. Don't rush it just to get back to me.”

Race’s vision blurred from his tears and the blinding pain that was becoming more intense every second. “Will I ever see you again?”

Albert nodded. “One day, I promise, Antonio, I’m not going anywhere.”

Race stared up at Albert’s fading image. “I don't want you to go,” he whispered in a pained, broken voice.

“Shhhhhh, just concentrate on living for me, okay baby?” Albert soothed, rubbing his hand through Races hair.

Race nodded weakly, his eyes began to flutter and he forced them to stay open.

“Tell the boys hello for me,” Albert whispered. “I love you, Antonio, don’t forget it.”

Race almost laughed at the irony as he stared up at the love of his life one final time. “I love you too, Albie,” he managed to choke out. “So, so much.” Then his eyes slipped closed.

•••

The next thing Race knew, he was laying on a soft bed, muted voices surrounding him. He let out a pained groan. Immediately, the voices subsided.

“Race?”

Race cracked open his eye to see Jack kneeling next to his bed, Mush, Romeo, Specs, Blink, JoJo, Henry, Elmer, Crutchie, Tommy Boy and Davey all standing behind him, holding their breath.

Tears were flooding Race’s eyes before he could even stop them and he shoved his head into his pillow, reaching one hand up blindly to feel for Albert’s cap which was still on his head.

“Whoa, hey, Race, its okay, you're okay, were at the lodge, everything's gonna be fine,” Jack soothed.

“I saw him, Jack” Race sobbed. “I saw Albert. He was okay. He talked to me. He-” Race gasped. “He sent me back here, told me to keep living.”

“Its okay, Race, its okay,” Jack rubbed his hand through Race’s hair.

Race let out another sob. Albert was wrong. He couldn't keep living without him. He wanted to be where Albert was. But he’d lost his chance. Now all he could do was wait and hope the wait wouldn’t be too long.

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