You and Albert had been together since were both 24 years old. Your relationship was a natural progression as you grew up along side each other in Umbrella Labs. So Albert had been around you long enough to be tuned into your emotions, to know what you are feeling any given moment. So he noticed immediately when your mood turned for the worse and melancholy began to stick to you like honey. You walked around like you were in a daze, a ghost in your own home.
While your behavior concerned Albert deeply; He knew you wouldn't be forth coming with any information on your sudden downtrodden mood if he pushed for an answer. So despite the bones in Albert's body that was yelling at him to push, to get to the root, to fix whatever was wrong or bothering you. Albert waited for you to come to him to talk.
It wasn't until two and half weeks after Albert noticed your melancholic behavior that he finally saw the crack began to form in your armor. Then by the time week 3 came around you finally cracked wide open barred for Albert to see what lay hidden.
It was 7:00 pm. You called Albert up from his lab in the basement of your guys home to eat. When albert entered the dining room he saw you sitting there waiting for him. The meal was steak with a baked potato on the side. The baked potato dressed with cheese, green onions, bacon bits and a touch of sour cream. Albert couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the protein for the meal. You didn't care for steak, typically your go to proteins were ground beef or chicken breasts. He also noticed that you had sour cream on your baked potato as well which was something you weren't really that fond of either. Albert didn't openly question the meal as he sat down across from you.
You guys began to eat in silence. Albert keeping a close eye on you as you guys ate. Analyzing your behavior, trying to collect data. But as you guys ate tears started flowing silently down your cheeks before you pushed your plate away and hid your face in your hands. You didn’t like be vulnerable like this. Albert had saw the tears, saw how you tried to hide from him, and he felt a pang in his chest that he wasn't used to. He got up from his seat and walked over to you, he got down beside you and began rubbing your back, trying to comfort him.
“I miss him so much Al.” you sobbed.
“Who do you miss dear heart.”
“William, I miss him so much.”
Hearing that name fall from your lips made Albert feel like he had been stabbed through the heart. His own feeling that he buried deep down began to try to resurface. Albert knew you were talking about William Birkin, the man who was a third in your guys relationship for a couple of years. The man who had left an undeniable in pact on both of you despite the short time he was in your lives. Albert remembered the hours spent in the sterile lab perfecting the viruses the three of you spent years doing. He remembered those nights where you guys kissed and whispered hushed words as you felt each other up. He remembered layin in bed after, a mess of limbs tangling together, becoming one as you all come down from your highs.
Albert felt a twist in his stomach as memories came rushing back to him. But as he tried to push his feeling back down and comfort you it dawned on Albert the meal wasn't just a simple meal. This was an exact recreation of William’s favorite meal. The way the steak was overcooked, the garlic butter on the steak. The baked potato with with cheese, green onions, bacon bits and a touch of sour cream. Albert’s stomached churned he had been eating a memory, a memory of a man you both loved.
“Why couldn't we have more time with him. Why was he taken from us.” You continued to cry into Albert your words breaking through Albert’s fogged mind. Albert took a deep breathe before he spoke.
“The universe is a cruel thing. It has a sick sense of humor. But your right we should have had more time with him but we didn’t and we won’t not in this life anyway. Though i do know one thing William wouldn't have wanted this for you, for us. He wouldn't want you to grieve him for so long. He would have wanted you to keep him in your heart and remember him with happiness, with the joy he brought when he was with us, not the sadness of a void he left behind.” Albert spoke as he held you close, his right hand petting your hair as the other rested on your back.
“You’re right. You’re always right.” You managed to get out as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
Albert had a feeling that tonight would be a long night for the both of you, a long night of reliving the past. But Albert would be there to talk, to reminisce if you wanted to do so.
Now at 48 years of age Bruce found himself doing a lot of introspection. One thing he had been thinking about is all the relationships he had been in throughout the years. When Bruce looked back on them there was a very common theme in those relationships, all those relationships were born out of appearance, money, and status. None of them were relations of love except for one.
Bruce was a teen at the time, only 18 years old. He met a boy in a small hole in the wall restaurant that he found himself in at the wee hours of the morning unable to sleep. The place wasn’t fancy far from it, it was kinda dingy actually. The tables were old, wooden, severally scuffed up, and had plenty of stains where glasses once set. The chairs while still sturdy the cushioning on them were old, cracking, and had duct tape on them to cover some of the biggers tears. The floor was well worn and clearly should have been replaced years ago. But there was an undoubtable life to the place that spoke to many.
The environment didn't really bother Bruce, he was too enamored with the man that was serving him. Bruce remember how he stumbled over his words at the time, how he felt like an absolute fool but you didn't seem to care as you scribbled his order down on your notepad. He remembered watching you as you moved about the restaurant interacting with other patrons. He noted that you how a interacted with them with a familiarity that told they were regulars. He was so drawn to you that after this day he kept coming back. Everyday at 2 am Bruce would find himself in that restaurant once again, ordering the same thing. He found himself talking to you more and more each time. As he learned more about you, he found a kindred spirit in you. Over the next year you guys grew close until Bruce asked you out, you said yes and that started the next chapter of your guys relationship. But this new chapter didn't last as long as Bruce.
8 months later, Bruce was helping you pack your bags to move to culinary school states away as you finally had enough money to pursue your passion. Bruce was happy for you he really was but he also felt like he was gutted when you told him you got accepted and would be moving away. But Bruce kept a smile as he saw you off and made you promise to keep in touch. For the first year of your schooling you guys kept in constant contact each night you guys talked on the phone for a couple of hours before you went to bed. But during the second year of you being away, contact between you guys slowly fell apart and by December of that year you guys weren't on talking conditions anymore. Bruce knew the break down of your guys relationship was on him and only on him. During that time he fully transitioned into the spotlight and into running Wayne Enterprises full time. It was also during that time where the Brucie Wayne, playboy character began to start a life of its own as a way for Bruce to cope with the spotlight being so heavily on him. For many years Bruce regretted his decision and even now apart of him would say this was one of his greatest mistakes he ever made in his life.
As he found himself now in the library of Wayne Manor, the sun having long set. Bruce found himself staring off into space wondering how your life turned out, wondering if you found love.
There were many words used to describe Albert Wesker over the years: cold, cunning, meticulous, driven, manipulative just to name a few. However there was one word that no one would ever use to describe Albert and that word was loving. People weren't exactly wrong to say Albert Wesker was an unloving man because by all means that's how he was. However for you were the exception and you saw that rare loving side of him.
The thing to know was Albert’s love was never vocal, in fact the one and only time he told you he loved you was when you guys got married. But you didn't need Albert to tell you that he loved you to know that he did. You saw his love in the way he made your breakfast every morning, in the way he’d bring you snacks and water during the day, in the way he would appear out of nowhere with whatever you needed even if you hadn’t said or done anything, and in the way he looked at you in those quiet intimate moments. It was in these and many other actions where Albert's love for you shined through. It was in the things he did no matter how big or small that made you feel seen and heard by him. It was in these things that he did that made you fall deeper and deeper in love with him.
I can’t remember if I’ve said this on here before but as much as I love Cillian Murphy as Jonathan Crane. I like my Jonathan Crane weird and kinda wimpy looking. Like I could just pin him down and go to town on him.
There were many qualities that Max had that you loved. You especially loved how passionate and driven he was. But on the other end of things, Max had a few qualities that let’s say you weren’t particularly fond of. The two main qualities he had that you weren't fond of were his naturally cold hands and feet. This probably wouldn't have bothered you that much or even been that big of a deal had Max not felt the need to put his said cold ass hands and feet on you to warm them up. Basically every night especially during the colder months when you guys were in bed, cuddling, ready to go to sleep Max would slip his cold ass hands under your shirt and his cold feet would end up against your own feet. This like you would expect wasn’t pleasant, but you’ve gotten used to it over the years and have come up with your own ways to get back at Max when he does this.
Albert with a partner that brings a cat into the relationship with them. He will act like the cat is an absolute nuisance, that it’s so inconvenient to have them around. But you catch him multiple times petting the cat and playing with them. If you ever try to confront him about secretly loving the cat he will adamantly refuse such claims. The cat is annoying and gross and wants attention. He hates the cat and it’s offensive that you think he could love such a creature.
Bruce can have or already has everything he wants. So for Christmas you’d think he’s a hard man to get anything for but you are dead wrong. Bruce just wants handmade stuff for his kids and partner. He keeps and every single drawing or random craft anyone in his family gives him.
Arthur felt a lot of stress around Christmas as a kid. After a certain age when he was aware of the fact that his family was quite poor that they weren’t going to get basically anything. So, he took it upon himself to make sure his brothers always got something for Christmas. He stole basically all the presents for his brothers for the longest time until he was able to work a lot and save up money. All his brothers got presents each year from then on. For the first couple of years, they said from Santa. Then after they got old enough, it said only their names on it.
Knowing this about Arthur every year that you guys have been together you make sure to bend over backwards to get him the best most meaningful gift. He tries to act all tough and pretend that these gifts don’t mean anything to him, but they honestly mean the world to him. This year for Christmas you went on a hunt to find a toy train that Arthur had talked about having wanted as a kid when you guys were reminiscing on childhood together one evening after a couple of drinks. What Arthur had told you was that growing up a boy named Charles who lived down the street from him had this certain red wooden toy train that Arthur always wished he had. Did you find the exact family in a couple of towns over, yes. Did you then go knocking to inquire to see if the family remembered the toy train and if they remembered who made it, also yes. When you went knocking, an older woman answered the door. You had asked if her son was Charles; she confirmed and you told her the whole story about how you were trying to look for a similar train to one that her son played with as a kid because your partner had always wanted one like that and you wanted to find one to give it to them for Christmas. She knew the exact train, told you how that was one of her son’s favorite toys as a kid, and that she kept it all these years even after son had grown up. You asked if you could look at it. She allowed you too, and when you saw it, despite it, being a bit beat up and most of the paint having chipped off. You saw how it could be very appealing to a kid. Then to your absolute surprise as you were looking at it, she offered to give it to you since you clearly loved your partner enough to go through all this hassle to try to find the toy or a similar one so you could give your partner something they never had as a kid. You took her offer, but you refused to take it for free and gave her some money for it.
After that, with the toy now acquired. You took it home, hid it from Arthur. A couple days later, when you knew Arthur wouldn’t be home for a while, you took the train out and began to fix it up. It took a bit to fix since you didn’t really know what you were doing. But once you had the toy train fixed up and repainted, you tucked it back away in its hiding spot where it stayed for 2 weeks until Christmas Day.
When Christmas Day came, you and Arthur woke up around the same time and had a quiet, romantic morning together. You guys made breakfast together and then ate while snuggled up on the couch in front of the fire. Once you guys were done eating, Arthur took the plates back to the kitchen, and you ran upstairs to get all the presents you got Arthur. When you came back down to the living room Arthur had a couple wrapped presents set on the coffee table for you. You smiled and placed your presents for him down on the coffee table too. Arthur has you open your presents first, and of course like all the last years you loved what he got you. He always gets you stuff tailored to the things you like and hobbies you do. It honestly warms your heart that he pays so much attention to what you enjoy. When it comes to giving Arthur his presents, you save special present for last. The first gift you got Arthur was a watch. He was pleasantly surprised since never told you his current watch was acting up and he was going to get a new one. So the fact that you had apparently noticed and got him one was nice. The next gift you had him open was a notebook where you wrote about some of your favorite moments with Arthur. The third gift you got Arthur was a small picture of you so he could keep on his person, and on the back of the picture you wrote You are the moon to my sun. Then you gave Arthur his final and most important gift, the toy train. When Arthur opened it, he was absolutely surprised and in awe. He couldn’t help but get a little teary-eyed as he examined the toy. You were also feeling very warm and mushy inside at his reaction, so you pulled him into a side hug.
“Merry Christmas, my love,” you said as you wiped the stray tear running down his face. You knew this meant a lot to Arthur, and you knew you were helping his inner child who had to grow up too quickly to heal.
Yautja that gets 2 predator hounds to protect you when he is out on hunts and you are still on the ship. After one of his particular hard hunts he comes back to the ship and like always he walks around checking to see if anything is a miss. When he finds nothing wrong. He heads to the bedroom where he knew you’d and the hounds would be. He was expecting you to be asleep and the hounds to be on watch protecting your sleeping form. But he didn’t expect was for the hounds to be asleep in the bed with you.
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