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Hello! Can I request an Albert Wesker x Reader? Just some good old fashioned fluff inspired by RE4R. I was thinking he's staying up late for work and grand plans, and us, his wife, bring him tea and stays with him, sitting closeby. We just listen as he tells us about the plan of Ada taking the amber, and we jokingly get jealous (You don't have to add that if you don't want to) We try staying up but fall asleep first and he carries us to bed, and then he joins us.

Thank you and have a good day!

Pairing: Albert Wesker x Wife!Reader

Summary: After not hearing a lot from your husband, who was isolating himself in his home office, you decide to bring him some snacks and tea. That's where he gives out little information about his next mission.

SFW: absolute fluff, cuddling with a pillow and later on him, Albert having a sweet tooth

Word count: 1.9k

Note: This only took one and a half days to write! Writing this made me realize why I'm an absolute sucker for RE4R Wesker and how fun it is to write for him. If my requests are open again some day please please please request for him! Sadly I haven't played RE1 or CV yet so the other versions would be fun to write for. Before anyone says anything, I'm aware that canon Wesker is nowhere near as the one I depicted in this fic. That's why it a fanfic!

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Black tea leaves with some honey, just the way he liked it. You knew how Albert fancied his tea. He always tried to be so serious, but you knew he had a slight sweet tooth.

Your hands organize the tray with a small strawberry shortcake in a way that looks aesthetically pleasing, a proud smile on your face.

After doing what you always did– making sure your husband had what he wished for but didn't want to say out loud– you found yourself in front of Albert's office. Classical music was muffled behind the huge door. There was never a time where there was no violin or piano playing behind it.

Before entering you always knocked, but with the heavy tray it was rather difficult to do so. So all you did was use your elbow to open the door, taking a deep breath beforehand. You loved your husband. He was always busy or if he was with you rather distant, but sometimes there were these moments when his facade cracked just a bit to let you see his soft side.

“Bertiiiieee?”

Albert's head immediately snapped up, his hidden eyes behind his sunglasses softening just for a fraction of a second.

“Stop calling me that, you know I hate it.”

But the way his muscles softened just a bit made it obvious that the opposite was true.

His frown deepened as you set down the tray that looked like perfection. The cake was a soft shade of pink (just the way he preferred it without even telling you), the tea that was blacker than his shades to not make anyone think that he liked the color pink (spoiler? He does).

But one thing he secretly loved even more? The small sandwiches cut into kitty shapes. Embarrassing but cute.

“Seriously?”

“What? I wanted to use the cut out forms again for once!”

Albert lets out a heavy sigh, two fingers massaging his forehead. He then pushes his arms against the table to sit up properly, taking his gloves off that were probably contaminated with whatever he was working on.

“What're you working on?”

“Classified.”

You roll your eyes, setting the cup and snacks down so you could carry the tray under your arm.

“Your work wasn't classified anymore the moment you married me, darling.”

The tray clanks against the table as you set it down again to wrap your arms around him from behind, rubbing your cheek against his. He tries to pry you off, but with you he wasn't as rough with others.

Albert hated physical touch and you were lucky to have stolen his heart enough to be allowed to cuddle him. He was more of a quality time or gift giving type of guy.

You get off of him after a good minute and walk over to his record player which was blasting Bach.

“You really don't wanna talk?”

Silence.

“I don't mind talking about my day!”

“Oh trust me, I know.”

One of your eyebrows shoots up at his words, which could mean multiple things at once.

“Are you saying I'm..?”

“Talkative? Energetic? Slightly annoying at times? Yes. Yes I am."

Other women would be offended,but all you do is huff and plop down onto the couch Albert kept around. He wouldn't ever confess that he only had put it there for whenever you decided to intrude into his workspace.

“Is it that Ada girl again?”

“How do you know that?”

His muscles tense at that name, turning in his chair to look at you. Very rarely was there a time where he was vulnerable enough to give out information about his work. Albert cared for you, but he didn't even trust himself most of the time.

“I heard you on the phone before. You called that woman Ada, did you not?”

“Pathetic. Are you.. what do you call it..jealous?”

You scrunch your nose at the word ‘jealous’, your hands fisting into the pillow that you had put on your lap until your knuckles turned white.

“Jealous? Me? Hell no! I'm just.. asking.”

Albert's expression just reflected the words ‘are you sure about that?’ without letting anything fall from his lips. His sunglasses were perched on the bridge of his nose just enough to make him look over them. Cold and calculated just like his every being.

He turns back around with a sigh, pushing one of the snacks into his mouth. The only thing betraying him was the hum that left him. Albert Wesker rarely gives anyone kudos on anything that wasn't made by him, but you, his wife, knew when he liked something.

“Good?”

Albert hums again, stuffing another kitty into his mouth. When you come up behind him to hug him again,he melts into your touch instead of trying to rip you off of him again.

“With extra salt on the butter again.. just how you like it.”

“Thank you, dear heart.”

Your hands gently play with strands of his pale blond hair, which weren't sleeked back with his expensive gel. Even if you weren't sniffing at him on purpose like a puppy, you could smell his perfume that made you go crazy for him.

"Try some cake.”

You pick up the small fork with a pink handle, cutting off a small piece and directing it to his mouth, hoping he'd open up. When he does you stuff his mouth full with strawberry shortcake, smiling at the way he was chewing.

You wait for his reaction, grinning even more at his satisfied huff.

“Do you really don't wanna talk about the upcoming mission,” you murmur under your breath, testing the waters. “Or do you plan to make me wait? Again.”

Albert side eyes you, which you catch with an amused expression on your own face.

After nearly three years married, five years dating and knowing each other for about fifteen years, you knew which cues and moods he usually had.

“Fine.”

His arm wraps around your waist, pushing you back. He wanted you to sit back on the couch.

When you do you rest your elbows on your lap and your face in your hands, but not before putting your favorite pillow on your thighs.

“Ada works for me.”

Beat of silence to wait for your reaction, but there is nothing for him to wait for.

“She's been working for me for quite some time. Currently I want her to retrieve something for me. That's why I told you I have to go back on a business trip to make sure she does her job.”

You ponder for a moment, watching his face as if I could read his every thought behind those shades.

“Why wouldn't she do her job?” you ask.

“Because she's known to not always keep her promises. She's more mysterious than anyone I've ever known. No one even knows if Ada is her real name.”

Albert turns back to his snacks, eating the cake slowly to enjoy every bite of it.

You lay the pillow on the couch, resting your head down while one arm lays under the soft fabric. Even if Albert was a very distant man you couldn't help admiring him like he was the most affectionate husband ever. You always look at him whenever you think he doesn't notice, but if only you knew that he did.

Your eyes started to grow heavier as you watched the man you loved eat the small snack you made for him. Besides physical affection you loved gift giving and just making food for him. Such a weird contrast to your past. When you met him as an intern at Umbrella when you both were young adults.

A small smile forms on your features and softens the moment your breath evens into deep slumber.

Albert continues to munch on his last crumbs of food, only turning around when he notices you not yapping and mentally present anymore.

He slowly gets up, trying to keep quiet to not wake you up. With light steps he walks over to you, hesitantly brushing his fingers over the strands of hair that fell over your peaceful expression.

You mumble something under your breath, turning your face to nuzzle into his hand that wasn't covered with his usual glove.

After deciding mentally that he'd carry you to bed, which you had to yourself most of the time since your husband barely slept, Albert adjusted your head on his shoulder, eyes studying your face. Probably another excuse just to look at you.

A few steps out the office made you wake up just enough to watch Albert quietly. Once again admiring him.

“Albert..?”

“Sleep.”

Albert adjusts your arms to be more securely around his neck, his own under your back and legs. It was just like when he carried you to your bed when you were freshly married. Something he did voluntarily.

After slipping in and out of consciousness in your husband's arms, you gain back your senses when you feel the softness of your bed under you. Your eyes open to see Albert pulling your blanket over you, clearly not noticing that you were awake again.

Your cheeks heaten up as he presses his criminally soft lips to your temple. The fragrance of his perfume, which you had gotten him for his birthday (that he never celebrated on his own), tickling your nose just right.

When he tries to walk away, you hesitate but at last take his hand to stop him.

“Can’t you stay?”

Albert's silhouette turns slightly to look back at you without turning his head to fully meet your eyes. Surprisingly he sits back down at the edge of your side of the bed. The last time he had shared one with you was a few weeks ago when you begged for him to sleep, so basically both sides were yours.

“I have work.”

“You always do..”

He sighs, rubbing over your knuckles. This wasn't supposed to feel like this. He shouldn't love you. Albert Wesker shouldn't love anyone.

“Maybe later.”

“Bertie..”

This aching in his heart grew and he had to restrain himself from jumping into bed with you. He gives you another kiss to your hands before getting up, not once turning around.

Now it was your heart's turn to ache. Not the good kind.

It was half past three when Albert decided to join you.

He sits down at his side of the bed, taking off his tie to let it dangle loosely off his shoulders. His fingers take off his shades to massage the bridge of his nose, brain still thinking of multiple possibilities this mission could either go wrong or overwhelmingly right.

After a while Albert falls back on where his pillow was supposed to be, but his head only hits the mattress, making him grumble out quiet curses. When turning to look for the pillow he sees you clutching it to yourself, cuddling it.

A faint smile tugs at his lips, so small that it was barely anything. Albert takes the pillow out of your hands and when he tries to keep distance you cuddle into his arm, face buried into his shoulder.

He should pull away. He should pull away and hurt you, hurt you enough to scar you. Why couldn't he?

Albert's hand slowly moves to the back of your head, the other on your waist. He couldn't help playing with your hair, circling it around his index finger. The shampoo he had bought you a few weeks ago smelled just as good as he thought it would.

With his teeth he pulls off his gloves, throwing them on the nightstand. A plop made it obvious that one or both had fallen down, but he could care less.

Albert Wesker for once.. felt something close to happiness.

The mission worried him more than he wanted. What if something would happen?

Whatever. Now he just wanted to lay here with the one person he cared for more than his plans.

His wife.

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Summary: Azzi’s love language is physical touch.

(This is just a really fluffy and cute fic!ꨄ)

Wc: 2.5k

A/N: I caught my single ass smiling helplessly at my phone way too many times while writing this.

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The pink led lights lit up Paige's dark room. Her lavender comforter wrapped around her long body, her head rested on a firm pillow with a gray pillow case. The blue light coming from her ipad shined on her face as she watched one of her old basketball games.

UConn vs Syracuse- 2024 NCAA

(That’s actually one of my favorite games. Nika looks so fine in that game😩. )

Her ocean blue eyes were locked in on the ipad in front of her, her brightness was on the highest level, the two voices of the announcer’s flowed through the room.

She loved doing this in her free time, well besides watching her edits. She liked watching old basketball games, watching her old teammates play that she missed and watching herself play, analyzing what she should’ve done differently if she made a mistake.

She felt her heart drop, her body flinching hard against her bed, almost dropping her iPad on her face as her bedroom door was forced open, banging the wall behind it.

God damn she thought, pausing the video on her ipad to glance over at the entrance of her room, trying to see which one of her friends she was going to fight first for rudely interrupting her peace.

But her angry blue eyes were met with watery slightly red,brown eyes. The eyes that could recognize in a heartbeat.

Paige’s eyes instantly softened as she saw tears streaming down her girlfriend’s face from her puffy eyes. She quickly sat up, moistening the silent girl in front of her to come here.

She held her arms out, waiting for Azzi to come sit in her lap.

“What’s wrong, honey?” She questioned, with a confused but concerned expression on her face.

She watched as Azzi silently walked to her, Azzi was wearing her black candy cane sleeping shorts, along with a cute light pink Nutella shirt.

When Azzi got closer to Paige’s body, she just threw herself into Paige’s open arms, tucking her head into the side of her girlfriend's neck, while letting out small sobs wetting the pale skin underneath her with her tears.

“Shh, it’s okay my love. Just let it all out.” Paige cooled, wrapping both of her hands around Azzi’s waist to tug her closer to her body. Paige moved both her hands up the fabric of Azzi’s shirt, rubbing the girls back.

Once Azzi finally found the courage to talk about her feelings, she pulled her head back to look up at Paige, trying to clear her throat so the blonde could hear her.

Paige moved one of her hands from Azzi's back, cupping her girl's soft jawline, dragging her thumb up to whip away the tears that fell from her girlfriend's eyes.

“Are you ready to talk about it, honey?” She questioned, rubbing her thumb up and down the side of her girl’s cheek.

Azzi replied with a small nod, leaning her head into Paige’s touch.

Azzi loved how Paige’s hands felt up against her face. She also loved how gentle her partner was with her and only her. She could feel her heart doubling in size from the affection.

She craved Paige’s touch, her warmth, the way their bodies connected together like puzzle pieces. Oh how she loved it so much.

“You have to promise me that you’re not going to laugh at me, okay?” Azzi whispered, holding out her pinky finger, waiting for her girlfriend to do the same. Which she did, having to let go of Azzi’s rosy cheek as she crossed both their pinkies together.

“I would never, well at least not right now.” Her girlfriend teased.

That earned Paige a sweet toothy smile from Azzi, and a soft giggle.

“I thought you were mad at me, it’s been hours since I’ve given you a hug or even a kiss. I thought you were avoiding me.” Azzi admitted, looking down at her hand, picking at the cuticles around her nails.

Paige moved her hand back up to Azzi’s face, resting it under the girl's chin to tilt her head up. She placed a small light peck onto her girlfriend’s lips.

“Baby, I'm not mad at you, even if I was I would’ve come and talked it out with you.”Paige replied softly, moving her head closer to her girlfriend's face to kiss the point of her nose.

“I know-, I’m sorry I let my emotions and overthinking get ahead of me. I should’ve come to you earlier. I’m also sorry about your door, I didn’t mean to open it that hard.” Azzi apologized.

“Don’t ever feel the need to apologize for your emotions, mama. And I can fix the door and the wall behind it if it’s damaged, it’s okay you just caught me off guard.”

A big teethy smile stretched out across Azzi’s face, she brought her hand up to cup the right side of Paige’s face, peppering the blond with soft kisses all over her face.

“I love you so much, Paigey.” Azzi said as she pulled away from Paige’s now bright red face.

“I love you more, az.”

“Do you want to watch the rest of this basketball game with me? Or do you want to watch something else?” Paige questioned.

“Can we watch that new reality tv show, unexpected? I’ve been really wanting to watch it but I wanted to wait to watch it with you.”

“Of course, mama.” Paige agreed, scootching their interlinked bodies down the bed so Paige had enough room to lay down on the pillow.

Azzi moved to where her left side was laying on top of the gray sheets of Paige’s bed, hicking her leg up and bending it across Paige’s stomach.

Her right hand moved up to Paige’s face, caressing the soft skin of her chubby cheeks with her fingers. Her head rested on Paige’s chest, watching her girlfriend search for the show on her ipad.

A sweet smile stretched her face, as she snuggled closer to Paige’s warm body. She always felt so safe with Paige’s arms wrapped around her body.

The blond rested her iPad against Azzi’s thigh that was across her stomach. Bringing her left hand down, to hold the back of Azzi’s soft thigh running her fingers up and down as they watched the show.

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A whiff of maple syrup filled Azzi’s nose, the loud sounds of laughter and chatter flowed through Azzi’s ears coming from her teammates in front of her. KK was talking into her phone, reading the comments people were saying on her instagram live.

Azzi silently watched the scene in front of her, kk was dancing around the teams table, not caring about the other athletes in the dining hall, who were passing by giving her confused and side eye glances.

Azzi brought her hands up to her tangled curly brown hair, she took out the two light pink rubber bands that held the two sections in the front of her hair in pigtails. Her hair was french braided into her head as it was held together by the rubber bands.

(I’m so sorry if that didn’t make sense 😭)

She moved her fingers through her curls, trying to untangle what she could with her hands. She glanced over shoulder when she felt a presence behind her.

“Do you want me to help you mama? Her girlfriend asked, she had a small light hearted smile on her face, her fingers came up to glaze her shoulder that was covered by her white shirt.

Azzi felt her shoulders instantly drop, releasing all of the tension she didn’t know she had from her body as she leaned into Paige’s touch.

“Yes please, can you help me take out my braids? “

Paige nodded, “of course, I’ll make sure to be careful and gentle.” She moved both her hands to the top of the curly headed girl's head.

Her fingers carefully worked against the braid, making sure to be as gentle as possible. She treated Azzi’s head like the girl was tinderheaded which she wasn’t. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she untangled the knots coming from the braid.

Azzi’s hands still worked on the bottom section of her hair, untangling the knots that formed during practice.

Azzi’s head slightly tilted back from the force of Paige untangling some big knot on the top of her head.

“Omg I’m so sorry-, I didn’t mean to tug that hard. Are you okay?” Paige asked, panicking.

Azzi let out a loud giggle, “yes paigey, it’s fine.”

“I’m not even tinderheaded, don’t apologize honey. It didn’t even hurt.” She reassured her girlfriend.

“I know-, I just don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry again.” Paige replied, placing a soft kiss on top of her curly head.

“It’s okay. Thank you for helping me, I appreciate it so much.”

“Your welcome, now hold your head still, I’m almost done with this braid and then I’ll move to the other side.” Paige replied, drifting her focus back onto the half undone braid.

Azzi tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she relaxed to the feeling of Paige messing with her hair.

“Okay, I finished taking out both the braids and knots in your hair, honey.” Paige announced as she carefully ran her fingers through Azzi’s freshly detangled curls.

“Thank you again for helping me.”

“Can you please come closer to me? The chair is blocking me from hugging you.” Azzi whined.

Paige giggled, moving from behind the chair to the side of Azzi’s chair. Making sure to stand as close as she possibly could.

Paige felt the weight of Azzi’s arms wrapped around her waist, her girlfriend buried her face into the navy blue fabric of her shirt.

Azzi let out a deep breath as she smelled the familiar comforting scent of her girlfriend’s perfume, snuggling her right cheek even closer into the fabric. Her eyes slowly closed as a faint smile grew across her face.

Paige’s round cheeks darkened, moving one of her hands up to Azzi's arm, rubbing the soft skin in a back and forth motion, drawing little figurines and symbols as she felt Azzi relax into her body.

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The coldness of the wooden chair sent shivers up Paige’s spine as her forearm rested on the brownish red armrest. The lights in the restaurant were dimmed, the fake flame from the yellow candles in the center of the table, shined on the table cloth and the silver silverware.

Paige rested her back on the back of the chair, her hair slicked back into a low bun with two front pieces of hair falling down to her cheeks. The strands of hair touched her purple framed glasses she had on.

She had on a plain white shirt with a black and yellow flannel unbuttoned collared longsleeve shirt over it. She wore black baggy pants, stretching out her legs manspreading them and she tied the outfit together with white crispy Nike Air Force’s.

Her free hand rested on her left inner thigh, her blue eyes bluntly stared at the white tablecloth in front of her that hung off the side of the table, slightly glazing her knees.

The restaurant around her suddenly became quiet, a loud ringing sound traveled through her ears as she felt herself being lost in her thoughts.

She snapped back into reality,whenever she felt a satin silky fabric trail up her pant leg, the softness of her girlfriend’s heel rubbed up against her ankle.

A rush of shivers ran down her back. She slowly turned her head to her left, her eyes watching Azzi's jawline as it moved.

Azzi didn’t meet her gaze, she was focused on the Croatian girl that sat across from her, talking about their early morning practice they had attended earlier in the day.

Azzi moved her right hand onto Paige’s arm that was closest to her, running her hands down the fabric of her girlfriend's long sleeve. She moved the sleeve that covered the blond’s wrist down, pressing two of her fingers firmly against Paige’s pulse.

She could feel the thumping of Paige’s heartbeat under the skin of her finger tips. She wrapped her heel tightly around Paige’s ankle, trying to seek the warmth of Paige’s skin.

Azzi finally turned her head to the blond, flashing her a soft smile as she leaned forward, moving the hand on Paige’s wrist to the nape of the blonde’s neck.

She pressed delicate kisses on the side of Paige’s face that was closest to her, placing a small kiss onto the corner of her girlfriend’s mouth.

“I love how red you get when I kiss you.” Azzi teased, running her hand over Paige’s face.

Paige grumbled, “can I please get a proper kiss, honey?

Her girlfriend playfully rolled her eyes, “I guess.” She mumbled, then connected their lips together.

Azzi let out a soft sigh against Paige’s lips but then pulled away. She felt many pairs of her teammates' eyes staring into her soul like she had just grown a second head.

She didn’t even bother to spare them a glance, not caring about people looking at her while she smothered her girlfriend with affection.

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Azzi has officially found the place that she wants to spend the rest of her life in.

Which was her head resting on top of Paige’s core, with her girlfriend’s thick thighs wrapped around her head.

Yeah. This was definitely Azzi’s purpose in life.

Azzi’s hands found the back of Paige’s thigh, massaging the skin with her fingers. She loved how soft and smooth her girlfriend's legs were.

She used her hands to pull the thighs closer to her face, pressing soft kisses into the blonde’s inner thighs. Her head moved side to side making sure to give the same amount of attention to both sides.

Paige let out a soft giggle, “that tickles, az.” She said moving one of her arms down to run her fingers up and down the sides of Azzi’s face.

Her phone was propped up against her girlfriend’s head, watching criminal minds that she was barely paying attention to.

Her calm and collected expression changed as she thought of an idea to prank Azzi, wanting to see how she would react.

Paige took her hands off Azzi’s face, she laid one of them on her stomach and her other hand went to grab her phone, as she started doom scrolling on tik tok.

She tried to have a fake- innocent look on her face, acting like she didn’t know what she was doing.

She could feel her girlfriend’s eyes staring up at her, who was still in between her legs. Her eyes bore into parts of Paige’s face that she could see.

Paige moved her phone, glancing at her girlfriend’s face, raising one of her eyebrows as she tightly held her lips together to hold back her laugh.

Azzi’s facial expression was heated, her eyes were narrowed, her eye brows were scrunched together as a pout formed on her plumped lips.

She silently grabbed Paige’s arm that was laying on her stomach, bringing it back to her face.

She shot Paige a quick glance over her shoulder, giving her a don’t even think about doing that again look before she turned her attention back to Paige’s inner thighs.

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A/N: I know that this is really off topic but Nika is so hot. I saw this edit on my fyp and someone edited her to a $b song and I swear I almost fainted. #needthatsobad🙂‍↕️

Also has anybody else watched the reality tv show unexpected? I cannot stand Jason’s bitch ass. He actually pisses me off so much.

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