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Welcome... TO MY WRITING SIDEBLOG!!

Expect mainly resident evil posting from here, BUT i am in other fandoms and will possibly write for them.

As the blog title suggests... i will be mainly posting about wesker! but other characters will be written for soon.

Before continuing please just keep in mind that i am new to the re fandom !! so please don't judge my writing too harshly, i am really just doing this for fun!

Feel free to request/give ideas! again if i post it and you don't end up liking it that is ok! Just please don't be mean about it.

main blog: @unfairfighterr

(something silly i decided to make since im bored!)

GN reader // no use of y/n // SFW !! //

It had been raining all day. Which would have been okay if you weren’t driving home late. The rain pattering on the windshield was almost lulling you to sleep. The street lights passing over as you drove illuminated the tiredness in your eyes.

While at a stoplight you take a moment to try and wake yourself up. That’s when you see it, a fluffy white ball huddled under a bush.

The rain is relentlessly coming down as you step out of the car. Wesker has probably already messaged, being as late as it is. He’ll be fine, you have something more important to do. So you slowly, make your way over to the cat. It’s shaking from the cold but it carefully sniffs the air as you put your hand out.

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The door clicked as it was pushed open. The cat is now wrapped in your jacket, swaddled like a baby. The floor creaks as you move carefully to Weskers study. The house was dimly lit and it didn’t seem like the lights were on in his study. But from behind the darkness seemed to clear its throat. This causes you to jump and turn around.

It’s Wesker. He looks at you for a moment before realizing your bunched up coat. He stood there for a moment analyzing you, not in a suspicious way.. Just making sure you were alright and made it home in one piece.

The silence is broken by a quiet “meow!”

“What was that?” Wesker inquired, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

“Well this is the reason i was late!” You hold the cat out towards him, it’s soggy and smells like mud. Wesker stares at it for a moment.

“He smells putrid.” A small flash of disgust flashed on his face for a moment. He kept looking at it with a furrowed brow, not understanding why you’d bring it home. That’s not practical.

“Well? Can we keep him? Or her?” You pull the cat back towards your chest and softly pat the top of its head.

Wesker stands there and thinks. This isn’t something he is equipped for. This isn’t something he should care about. It’s unimportant to research, not something to test on, or observe. An animal? Think of the waste of money and time. But for a moment his train of thought is broken. He is staring at you now. The adoration in your eyes as you pet the cat gently. That’s when he starts to consider the importance of it.. Maybe it is important, because it’s important to you.

“I’ll allow it.” He says reluctantly.

When he arrives at the office the air seems to shift and people become less talkative when he’s around. I’d like to imagine the team try’s to look busy and then when he goes into his office they immediately start to chatter again.

If he gives you something to work on he feels the need to pass by your desk frequently. and/or hover behind you to make sure you are completing it to his standards.

He moves quietly and with precision. So most of the time if he is behind you, you don’t notice until you turn around. He only makes himself known if he wants to put you on edge or startle you.

When he holds a meeting it’s NEVER quick. he makes sure he goes over every detail.

During post mission briefings he does in fact bring up the mistake you thought he didn’t see.

His handwriting is insanely neat and grammatically correct. No commas or punctuations missing.

Wesker goes over every report to make sure it’s up to his standards. And if you file a report and any data is slightly wrong he will catch it and have you re-do the whole thing. Because to him, “If one thing is wrong, who’s to say the whole thing isn’t wrong?”

Anything less than perfection is basically worthless to him.

He knows anything and everything that is going on. That drama you were gossiping with Barry about? He knows. Chris complaining to you and Jill about the last mission? Wesker knows. Even if it is unimportant he keeps it in the back of his mind.

His office is pristine of course. The only decorations in there are awards, medals, plaques, etc.

He doesn’t go to the break room often. But when he does he makes sure it’s clean. No spilled coffee around or on the coffee maker. No crumbs or mess in the microwave.