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『 ⌗ 09 — ALBERT WESKER , RESIDENT EVIL 』

𑣲 saturday, 09:57pm 《 ooc wesker prolly, headache won't leave me alone guhh 》

ᚑ      ᚑ "how many hours did you sleep per night, as for lately?"

"five. or four. i don't know— i lost track of it." other probably wouldn't bat an eye as much, but wesker, he's a different story.

his gaze is immensely focused upon your form, as if analyzing you and the cause behind your actions; thoughts even, which makes you feel a bit more vulnerable than intended, yet you tried your best to not let it show. but if you ever think you could hide anything from him, then you're surely mistaken.

he's clearly judging you at this point. how amusing.

"which explains why you couldn't focus that well during the briefing earlier."

you sent him a look of uncertainty, "okay, and i still completed my tasks..?"

wesker exhales, using one of his free hands to rub his temple. "you know that's not what i meant."

"the dark circles under your eyes are starting to look really bad."

"oh," you rubbed the back of your head sheepishly, doing mini arm stretches afterwards. "i'm sorry. i can't really sleep that well at night."

"i keep thinking about paperworks and just... you know, all the duty stuff in general."

he seems to be in his own contemplative state for a second there, before he fixes the glasses he usually wears slightly; ultimately shifting his gaze solely away from you, and to the said papers that's currently laid out atop of your desk.

"that's enough for today."

"what? but i still have some—"

"i don't want to repeat myself twice." he turns, so his back is now facing you. though, each words that slips past his lips seemed more... oddly tender, in certain aspects. you believed that the lack of sleep is starting to get to you for even having such a ridiculous thought.

"you're off from today's task. sleep as much as you want, and if you do return tomorrow, you can continue completing your given tasks properly."

"am i clear?" you eventually nodded, and at the same time, you couldn't contain the smile from forming upon his mere actions, despite the directness and a bit of oddity that came along with it.

"yes.. thank you, captain."

wesker nodded briefly, and one last thing that you sure you've heard even if it seems like a breeze passing by amidst the uncertainty of it all, before he exits through the door—

"and just call me albert when we're alone." just like that, he left your office space afterwards, leaving you totally bewildered and near speechless as to what to respond next.

you're probably one of the luckiest people on this planet itself at this point, to be fair.

— ⌗ veiledbulletz, july '26. dividers ; uzmacchiato .

[maayhemi]

Hear me out.. clingy dex that genuinely hangs on to you as if attached at the hip like anytime you leave a room no matter what time it is, could be in the middle of the night, he simply will just follow you around like a dog just waiting for you to turn your attention to him 🙂‍↕️

dex is so clingy you can't convince me otherwise.

he's like a newborn puppy in the way he follows you literally everywhere. he just finds so much comfort in being with you, having his eyes on you at all times.

like when you get up in the middle of the night to get water. you stir awake and already feel the heavy weight of his body draped over yours, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. you literally have to maneuver your way out from underneath him, receiving a few sleepy groans from him in return.

you think he slept through you pushing his body off of yours, padding to the kitchen and fixing yourself a glass of water, standing in the silence to drink it when you suddenly hear his voice behind you. "why'd you leave?" of course, a large man suddenly appearing behind you scares the shit out of you.

you jump, turning around and seeing his puppy-like expression, standing there in just his boxers looking like you just abandoned him on the side of the road. you really don't know how he manages to make you feel so guilty for something as simple as getting up during the night.

"jesus, dex..." you sigh deeply, voice coated in exhaustion. "jus' had to get water, baby" you coo at him, not wanting to upset him even more than you have.

his eyebrows furrow in response, "could've woken me up..." he reaches out for you, interlacing his warm fingers with yours. he knows damn well he was drooling all over your tits not even 10 minutes ago, he probably wouldn't have let you leave the bed if you woke him up.

+ he loooves watching you shower, not even really in a sexual way. just loves keeping his lovesick gaze on you while you wash your hair, shave your legs, anything. he's enamored. it's so comforting, you let him talk to you while you scrub at your body, sometimes even let him hold your hand.

© mayhemi | all rights reserved.

a/n: love clingy dex i want to write for this infinitely

[skelesass]

i miss them, chat

[veiledbulletz]

『 ⌗ 09 — ALBERT WESKER , RESIDENT EVIL 』

𑣲 saturday, 09:57pm 《 ooc wesker prolly, headache won't leave me alone guhh 》

ᚑ      ᚑ "how many hours did you sleep per night, as for lately?"

"five. or four. i don't know— i lost track of it." other probably wouldn't bat an eye as much, but wesker, he's a different story.

his gaze is immensely focused upon your form, as if analyzing you and the cause behind your actions; thoughts even, which makes you feel a bit more vulnerable than intended, yet you tried your best to not let it show. but if you ever think you could hide anything from him, then you're surely mistaken.

he's clearly judging you at this point. how amusing.

"which explains why you couldn't focus that well during the briefing earlier."

you sent him a look of uncertainty, "okay, and i still completed my tasks..?"

wesker exhales, using one of his free hands to rub his temple. "you know that's not what i meant."

"the dark circles under your eyes are starting to look really bad."

"oh," you rubbed the back of your head sheepishly, doing mini arm stretches afterwards. "i'm sorry. i can't really sleep that well at night."

"i keep thinking about paperworks and just... you know, all the duty stuff in general."

he seems to be in his own contemplative state for a second there, before he fixes the glasses he usually wears slightly; ultimately shifting his gaze solely away from you, and to the said papers that's currently laid out atop of your desk.

"that's enough for today."

"what? but i still have some—"

"i don't want to repeat myself twice." he turns, so his back is now facing you. though, each words that slips past his lips seemed more... oddly tender, in certain aspects. you believed that the lack of sleep is starting to get to you for even having such a ridiculous thought.

"you're off from today's task. sleep as much as you want, and if you do return tomorrow, you can continue completing your given tasks properly."

"am i clear?" you eventually nodded, and at the same time, you couldn't contain the smile from forming upon his mere actions, despite the directness and a bit of oddity that came along with it.

"yes.. thank you, captain."

wesker nodded briefly, and one last thing that you sure you've heard even if it seems like a breeze passing by amidst the uncertainty of it all, before he exits through the door—

"and just call me albert when we're alone." just like that, he left your office space afterwards, leaving you totally bewildered and near speechless as to what to respond next.

you're probably one of the luckiest people on this planet itself at this point, to be fair.

— ⌗ veiledbulletz, july '26. dividers ; uzmacchiato .

[vxin-x-exe]

Thor: What powers do you guys have?

Thunderbolts:

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『 ⌗ 08 — ALBERT WESKER , RESIDENT EVIL 』

𑣲 sunday, 09:21pm 《 not proof-read, got this idea outta my ass 》

ᚑ      ᚑ "so, you're single right?"

jill's casual question genuinely catches you off guard, almost spitting out the drink from your mouth. it's like another normal tuesday for her it seems— seeing how she asked such an... out of pocket question.

"what??"

"oh, jill is right." chris butts into the convo while eating his selected meal, taking a seat across from you and jill as a delightful grin is present upon his features. "i mean, don't you get tired of being single?"

"besides, i feel like i know someone who definitely has their eyes on you."

at this point, your eyes widened ever so slightly in utter puzzlement, tilting your head a little. "wait, who?"

"you guys are the one to talk. i'm still waiting for you two to date." you attempt to counter yourself within the existing conversation, which causes for both jill and chris to spare a brief glance toward one another.

"oh come on— you know who she means!"

you furrowed your brows in utter confusion while mentally debating on the potential possibilities regarding to the person they're actually referring to. but before you can question them further, the sounds of newly-arrived footsteps seemingly approaches towards where you guys are.

"ah, speak of the devil..."

and of course, it's wesker out of all people to have appeared.

"good morning, captain." jill casually greets, trying to suppress a small smirk from forming upon noticing the fact that wesker himself made himself comfortable by taking up the space of the seat exactly next to you.

you can't do much— simply shifting slightly to the side, allowing him to do so further. but the mere, familiar scent that clearly marks solely as his fills your senses immediately, which automatically causes your heart to pound a bit rapidly than intended.

wesker simply nodded in acknowledgement, having ordered a simple, black coffee which matches his general demeanor, to you at least.

but he could've sat anywhere else? not that you minded the fact he's sitting next to you, no. the reality itself has hit you differently, and you're almost unsure as to how to properly react.

fortunate person? or even a total coincidence because there's a space next to you?

"ohh i need to use the toilet real quick!" chris' words cut through the otherwise still moment, rushing toward where the toilet is, presumably. and before you could speak, anything at least, jill has excused herself to 'look at the menu to see if she could make an order again'. which both confuses and irritates you dearly, admittedly speaking.

or are they doing it on purpose? nonetheless, you couldn't contain your chamber of thoughts to scream internally.

it's like a few minutes filled with silence that follows after. wesker with his coffee, and you with your chosen drink as you mentally debated whether to make a small talk with him or not at all. it's not like he'd willingly engaged with one, right?

but it's the fact that he manages to beat you to it that genuinely catches you off guard once more.

"i hope they didn't cause you any trouble."

"oh, they didn't."

"if anything—" you added, finally lifting your gaze to land upon his gorgeously sculpted side profile. "maybe i'm the one to even cause it first."

"i don't think you ever do."

you opened your mouth to reply to his direct statement, before shutting it back again as you've returned to your awkward self, continuing with your drink instead.

how surprising, jill and chris are still nowhere to be seen. those two evil gremlins...

however, something made your eyes to widen by instinct; warmth rushes to your cheeks as one of wesker's hand tenderly wipes away the tiniest bit of food crumbs somewhere near where your lips are. it's not helping you at all, wanting to melt and explode altogether at the same spot.

"come on." dear gods, how you wish you had the ability to stay composed as he is. "let's get going."

but little do you know, wesker absolutely finds it delightful toward your smallest reactions at him, and he'd be probably dead by the time if you, out of all people, to ever find out about it.

— ⌗ veiledbulletz, july '26. dividers ; uzmacchiato .

[diviedrawn]

Something about how fast the night changes or whatevs

[daily-leon]

hi! did you ever post the animation this art was used in on tumblr? i’ve seen it on insta and it’s one of my fave resevil posts of all time i think it’s SO good at cute and ik at least the version on insta is incomplete but idc if you ever ‘finish’ it i just want it on my blog LOL. anyway ty for being one of THEE best quintessential re artists out there rn <33

Resident Evil x RPG Meme [WIP]

You had me check and I actually did not! Thank you a lot for the reminder, I was certain I must have posted it on here as well (and thank you for the kind words <3)

[larvamars]

unexpected companion

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『 ⌗ 08 — ALBERT WESKER , RESIDENT EVIL 』

𑣲 sunday, 09:21pm 《 not proof-read, got this idea outta my ass 》

ᚑ      ᚑ "so, you're single right?"

jill's casual question genuinely catches you off guard, almost spitting out the drink from your mouth. it's like another normal tuesday for her it seems— seeing how she asked such an... out of pocket question.

"what??"

"oh, jill is right." chris butts into the convo while eating his selected meal, taking a seat across from you and jill as a delightful grin is present upon his features. "i mean, don't you get tired of being single?"

"besides, i feel like i know someone who definitely has their eyes on you."

at this point, your eyes widened ever so slightly in utter puzzlement, tilting your head a little. "wait, who?"

"you guys are the one to talk. i'm still waiting for you two to date." you attempt to counter yourself within the existing conversation, which causes for both jill and chris to spare a brief glance toward one another.

"oh come on— you know who she means!"

you furrowed your brows in utter confusion while mentally debating on the potential possibilities regarding to the person they're actually referring to. but before you can question them further, the sounds of newly-arrived footsteps seemingly approaches towards where you guys are.

"ah, speak of the devil..."

and of course, it's wesker out of all people to have appeared.

"good morning, captain." jill casually greets, trying to suppress a small smirk from forming upon noticing the fact that wesker himself made himself comfortable by taking up the space of the seat exactly next to you.

you can't do much— simply shifting slightly to the side, allowing him to do so further. but the mere, familiar scent that clearly marks solely as his fills your senses immediately, which automatically causes your heart to pound a bit rapidly than intended.

wesker simply nodded in acknowledgement, having ordered a simple, black coffee which matches his general demeanor, to you at least.

but he could've sat anywhere else? not that you minded the fact he's sitting next to you, no. the reality itself has hit you differently, and you're almost unsure as to how to properly react.

fortunate person? or even a total coincidence because there's a space next to you?

"ohh i need to use the toilet real quick!" chris' words cut through the otherwise still moment, rushing toward where the toilet is, presumably. and before you could speak, anything at least, jill has excused herself to 'look at the menu to see if she could make an order again'. which both confuses and irritates you dearly, admittedly speaking.

or are they doing it on purpose? nonetheless, you couldn't contain your chamber of thoughts to scream internally.

it's like a few minutes filled with silence that follows after. wesker with his coffee, and you with your chosen drink as you mentally debated whether to make a small talk with him or not at all. it's not like he'd willingly engaged with one, right?

but it's the fact that he manages to beat you to it that genuinely catches you off guard once more.

"i hope they didn't cause you any trouble."

"oh, they didn't."

"if anything—" you added, finally lifting your gaze to land upon his gorgeously sculpted side profile. "maybe i'm the one to even cause it first."

"i don't think you ever do."

you opened your mouth to reply to his direct statement, before shutting it back again as you've returned to your awkward self, continuing with your drink instead.

how surprising, jill and chris are still nowhere to be seen. those two evil gremlins...

however, something made your eyes to widen by instinct; warmth rushes to your cheeks as one of wesker's hand tenderly wipes away the tiniest bit of food crumbs somewhere near where your lips are. it's not helping you at all, wanting to melt and explode altogether at the same spot.

"come on." dear gods, how you wish you had the ability to stay composed as he is. "let's get going."

but little do you know, wesker absolutely finds it delightful toward your smallest reactions at him, and he'd be probably dead by the time if you, out of all people, to ever find out about it.

— ⌗ veiledbulletz, july '26. dividers ; uzmacchiato .

[ciricearts]

omg hi miss wong

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『 ⌗ 07 — ALBERT WESKER , RESIDENT EVIL 』

𑣲 sunday, 11:23pm 《 not proof-read, ooc wesker 》

ᚑ      ᚑ when you've awakened from your supposedly quick nap, you still thought you're laying on the sofa— a clear evidence that you've accidentally fallen asleep due to the immense exhaustion that you're experiencing from your daily work routine.

still quite groggy and slightly disoriented yourself, you turned your head a bit to the side while your hands landed atop of the mellow surface instead of the familiar, slightly different texture that the sofa usually provides. a large coat practically swallows your whole form instead of a blanket, and has a specific, familiar scent to it that fills your senses so satisfyingly good.

that's when your eyes widened as the sudden realization hits you. wesker must've arrived home while you're still asleep, and he must be the one who has carried you all the way to your shared bedroom.

slowly, you adjusted into a sitting position, before properly stand without letting the coat off your form— exiting to room, only to find wesker's familiar back facing you as he finishes his paperworks on the table.

sauntering over to him without any ounce of hesitation present, you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and your head resting against his shoulder area, which didn't even manage to surprise him even the slightest. his immediate response is simply by holding your arm with one of his hands and placing a small, almost uncharacteristically tender kiss there.

"i assume you've slept well."

"very." you grinned with your eyes closed momentarily, as of trying to bask within the given moment instead of rushing on to deal with the day.

there's a faint, upward tug on the corner of his lips, clearly implying that he's amused and all too used to your behavior. "you fell asleep on the sofa again."

"i told you to not wait for me."

"sorry, can't help it." you murmured against his neck by now, before he motions you to sit next to him instead.

"can we go back to bed instead?"

with a soft exhale, he eventually complies, settling some of his paperworks down and followed each of your steps into your shared bedroom. wesker doesn't even know why, but he finds it hard to make any attempts of refusal towards your request.

though, he, of course didn't mean it in a bad way. he fears that you're the only one who can get him to do anything you asked him to. and you wouldn't even complain about it at all.

— ⌗ veiledbulletz, july '26. dividers ; uzmacchiato .

[veiledbulletz]

『 ⌗ 07 — ALBERT WESKER , RESIDENT EVIL 』

𑣲 sunday, 11:23pm 《 not proof-read, ooc wesker 》

ᚑ      ᚑ when you've awakened from your supposedly quick nap, you still thought you're laying on the sofa— a clear evidence that you've accidentally fallen asleep due to the immense exhaustion that you're experiencing from your daily work routine.

still quite groggy and slightly disoriented yourself, you turned your head a bit to the side while your hands landed atop of the mellow surface instead of the familiar, slightly different texture that the sofa usually provides. a large coat practically swallows your whole form instead of a blanket, and has a specific, familiar scent to it that fills your senses so satisfyingly good.

that's when your eyes widened as the sudden realization hits you. wesker must've arrived home while you're still asleep, and he must be the one who has carried you all the way to your shared bedroom.

slowly, you adjusted into a sitting position, before properly stand without letting the coat off your form— exiting to room, only to find wesker's familiar back facing you as he finishes his paperworks on the table.

sauntering over to him without any ounce of hesitation present, you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and your head resting against his shoulder area, which didn't even manage to surprise him even the slightest. his immediate response is simply by holding your arm with one of his hands and placing a small, almost uncharacteristically tender kiss there.

"i assume you've slept well."

"very." you grinned with your eyes closed momentarily, as of trying to bask within the given moment instead of rushing on to deal with the day.

there's a faint, upward tug on the corner of his lips, clearly implying that he's amused and all too used to your behavior. "you fell asleep on the sofa again."

"i told you to not wait for me."

"sorry, can't help it." you murmured against his neck by now, before he motions you to sit next to him instead.

"can we go back to bed instead?"

with a soft exhale, he eventually complies, settling some of his paperworks down and followed each of your steps into your shared bedroom. wesker doesn't even know why, but he finds it hard to make any attempts of refusal towards your request.

though, he, of course didn't mean it in a bad way. he fears that you're the only one who can get him to do anything you asked him to. and you wouldn't even complain about it at all.

— ⌗ veiledbulletz, july '26. dividers ; uzmacchiato .

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『 ⌗ 06 — ALBERT WESKER , RESIDENT EVIL 』

this is my first ever wesker fic so he might be ooc as heck, mentions of you as a subject of experimentation but nothing too extreme and not gonna go into much details— more of a direct statement. however, experimentation is not the sole focus here.

𑣲 sunday, 02:39am.

he had first seen you throughout the cold, sterile hallways of the umbrella facility. initially, wesker didn't care as much, especially when he assumed in his head that you're simply just another subject being experimented on— pathetic, and presumably someone that is much closer to the pathway of demise itself; dressed in a plain, white outfit that seemed so baggy on you.

such a common insipidity that he has spent years to witness, despite knowing you since you both are practically a child. a higher risk, bound to fail was written all over your form. even the scientists that were present around that exact moment has refer to you as such, albeit still keeping you around for the sake of their own gain as a whole, or those typical harmful experiments.

wesker used to ignore you no matter what he's doing— sheer indifference radiated off from his otherwise now imposing figure. such a shame as it doesn't even match his youthful appearance, where one around his age shouldn't be acting in such a way.

because that's what he was taught with; the way he had to learn throughout his whole, partial life so far. wesker had been only around the age of fifteen, and what he's aware of you is that you're merely two or three years younger than him.

nevertheless, spencer has other undiscussed plans that would occur sometime later on, where he specifically involves you in the said project.

a leverage, a tool where they could freely use as an attempt to break wesker's built up exterior in case of anything, or in another way— they see you as an almost fitting potential in par with the rest of them.

they believed that he somehow still has a weak spot somewhere within him that he desperately tried to hide himself.

it should be a simple process to go through. it should not have bothered him at all.

you are nothing; a nobody that he has no valid reasoning to concern himself to. was it because he doesn't deserve such needed attention, or was it because of the way he was raised and trained with? the ideology that has been instilled within his very own mind that seemingly can't be erased, refusing to leave the certain spot within the back of his head, occupying and has its own grip around his soul.

that is, if he even has one.

from that day onwards, odd words keeps repeating in loopy motions and form their own chain of thoughts, as if threatening to haunt him altogether. he refuses and deny himself to acknowledge towards it, even by the time you both grew 'perfectly' within the shared facility.

avoidance, nuisance, noncompliance in its own totality.

until this one exact day. wesker's gaze snapped towards your approaching, though visibly trembling figure; handing him something that can be considered so foreign, yet secretly craved by many. a normal person would've been so eager to return the extended source itself— from his main perspective, dare he say.

such source that reeks of warmth and comfort that could be deemed as impossible, especially within this cold and 'dead 'facility itself. genuine benevolence despite the heinous things that has been conducted by the higher-ups, cruelly thrown to your way even without your proper consent.

why does it not change you? the entire thing seemed so… absurd, managing to even render him uncharacteristically baffled in a way. one that he's never even aware nor capable of. at least, that's what he thought so.

with time, he too, eventually, despite not partaking any of the experiments that personally involves you, wesker undeniably seeks out for more and out of his unusual self-understanding.

what makes you so out of place that his mind begins to perceive you quite differently?

you had been diligent with your given works, barely complained about anything that's been assigned to you. wesker finds himself occasionally shares his very own personal space with you silently like a man starved, unknowingly seeks out for your sole presence every time he's able to while doing his own task.

he assumed that they injected something into you back then— something that can be considered as 'special' and rare, which caused your soul to become somewhat unbreakable despite everything that has happened. when it's time for him to 'leave' the facility from what you've heard, you follow sometime later on, but as a data analyst.

you never really knew nor aware regarding the truth, but he has all data and current status about you despite him having to take care of his other 'personal matters' first. so, he basically have orchestrated for the entire thing to happen accordingly.

and it surprisingly involves you, somehow needing you to be free and away from under umbrella's nose at this point.

of course, you're left uninformed from such knowledge, truly. but you did begin to notice the way he requested for your office to be next to his own— seemingly seeking and needing your presence even more within his line of sight.

comfortably, and unquestionably doing his own task while with the lack of reasonings, doing it as a mere excuse to be with you.

wesker doesn't appreciate any unwanted disturbances from any other person, with him being the only exception. you never once protested, however. in fact, you find him gradually becoming more bearable and happier yourself whenever you both are sharing within the same space.

he would never admit such a thing to you, even with the now existing s.t.a.r.s member. he was known to be too prideful for even attempting to do such admittance (but one may believe that jill and chris must've sensed something going on, though none refuses to acknowledge openly).

one should be totally aware on how wesker is nowhere near a foolish man himself— living his life while ensuring each of his plans only result in perfection and flawlessly executed within his watch. but you, however, are like a puzzle piece that he's unsure as to what to do at first; your presence alone is enough to dismantle his unyielding persona.

— ⌗ veiledbulletz, july '26. dividers ; uzmacchiato + feimingo

[angelphilocalist]

SANSA😭THOUGHT😭ALL😭MEN😭WERE😭GENTLEMEN😭BECAUSE😭OF😭HER😭BIG😭BROTHER😭😭😭😭😭

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