#ily though

[nevaroonie]

apologizing to @dawnofiight specifically for tomorrow

[spowlaer]

I hope that I am not just a cute mutual for you, but a cute mutual you kinda wanna fuck.

[ghostsbeetle]

Can you write something about Wesker having a soft spot for Chris pls

Pretty pls, that'd be pretty slay of you king

*bats eyes at you*

You're lucky I love you, son >:( /lh

CW: Cursing, weapons, a somewhat graphic description of bones crunching (cus uroboros), and injuries

I accidentally made it angsty whoops

Enjoy!

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How he loathed Chris, how he absolutely despised everything the former rookie had done to stand in his way. It made Wesker sick to his stomach.

Yet, he couldn't deny the fact that he had once truly cared about him, about their team. Even if it was a ploy orchestrated by the agency he worked for once upon a time. The emotional connections he had with his team hadn't completely fizzled out. Heretofore the duo had been almost unstoppable.

He will never forget the numerous times Chris had saved his life and vice versa. It was this connection that had brought him to a still. He stood before his erstwhile colleague.

The taller man towered over the once STARS rookie now turned esteemed BSAA agent. "It seems I may have underestimated you, Chris," his voice came out as a low growl, watching as he scrambled to grab his gun. Wesker was much too quick, however. His leathery boot struck the weapon and caused it to go sliding across the floor. "It's a pleasant surprise to see you're still in the fight. I taught you well."

"Cut the shit, Wesker!" Chris rasped. He was still clearly recovering from his afflictions, "tell me where Jill is!"

The blond man's expression turned into one of disdain, a scowl crossing his features. His hand made a sickening crunch noise as those familiar black tendrils popped out of his skin and along his arm. "You know, you trusted me once." He quickly grabbed Chris by the neck, picking him up. His cat-like eyes narrowed as the man writhed in his grip.

A sharp gasp escaped his throat whilst he was hoisted into the air, "you betrayed our team! You were working for Umbrella the entire time!" The sound of his voice echoed off the thick, stony walls surrounding them both.

"Do you think that means I never cared about you?" Wesker's eyes only narrowed further, "you'll never understand, Chris. I was merely following orders. Just as you are now." After a few more seconds, he dropped Chris, allowing him to catch his breath. He watched intently as the younger male gasped for air. "I may have had my ulterior motives for the events that transpired, but I appreciated having such hard workers under my thumb."

Chris seems almost shocked by this revelation, his expression betraying him. Wesker had once been his captain, yes, but not on any account since the mansion incident had he believed his former leader cared. He had thought of him as nothing but a double agent, a back-stabbing snake.

"Like I said, you will never understand." The man stepped over to where the gun had slid earlier, kicking it back to Chris without hesitation. He knew that Chris wouldn't try anything stupid. No, not at all. "You should quit while you're ahead, Redfield. I know your tenacious nature may make it difficult, but I'm warning you now," he paused and clenched his jaw, "if you continue to stand in my way, I will make your life a living hell."

With that, Chris was left sitting there, mouth agape but no words coming out. This hadn't been the first time Wesker let him off almost scott-free... if you don't count the injuries he left him with. He managed to get up to his feet, examining the gun in his hands.

"I'll find you, Jill. I promise."

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(Bonus sort of fluff but also angst because I'm insane)

When Wesker found his former colleague slouched on the ground, he hadn't expected to feel a sense of responsibility for him. In all technicality, yes, this was his fault. The things that had caused Chris to fall unconscious were his doing, his monstrosities.

He easily lifted the man up by his arms and slung him over his shoulder. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Maybe deep down it was because he wanted to be the one to kill Chris. He wanted to see the look on his face as he took his last breath. But, nonetheless, he would somehow help the BSAA agent recover from his wounds. He easily carried Chris away on his shoulder.

Once they were in a safer place, Wesker set Chris down and began to examine his wounds, starting with his head. He checked for any bruises or other external damage. When he found nothing too serious, he turned his attention to his arms. Still, nothing too severe. Nothing a green herb wouldn't fix, anyway.

His red, cat-like eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. He lifted Chris's shirt up and was met with the sight of a hefty gash spanning across his torso. Despite all the terrible, gruesome things he had seen in his life, he couldn't help but wince. His teeth gritted together almost instinctively.

"This is much too severe for just a first aid spray, or herbs," he said, though he knew no one could hear him. He pulled out a spray and brought it up to the wound. His finger pressed down on the top, causing it to spatter over Chris's skin. The wound was now disinfected, and it stopped the bleeding, but without being given proper medical attention it could leave a profoundly nasty scar.

With no hesitation, he got up and scanned the area for a needle and thread of some sort he could use. Once he did, he stitched up the injury with trained ease, as if he had done this hundreds of times before. He didn't worry about wrapping it in bandages, he knew the stitches would hold. Even if they didn't, the wound was disinfected and there was a very low chance it would become an issue later on.

He sat down and let out an exasperated sigh. "How many times have I saved you, Redfield?" His voice was a low murmur that only he could hear. He pulled his sunglasses off of his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. "You're lucky."

There was a long silence between them. Chris had still been unconscious this entire time, and Wesker was mulling over their years of work together. A slight twinge of guilt tugged at his heart when he started thinking about things too much. He had so many mixed emotions about Chris, and yet it was his fault he was here and injured in the first place. On one hand, he hated Chris for being unable to understand his motives, but on the other…

He snapped out of it. He got up to his feet and left Chris sitting there, propped up against the wall. It was nearly time for him to make his debut with the Uroboros virus. Excella would be waiting, and Sheva would catch on soon as to Chris's whereabouts.

Wesker put his sunglasses back on and, in a quick stride, made his way to the temple. He cast a final glance over his shoulder to Chris and noticed the man was starting to stir. Not wanting to be seen, he went his own separate way.

[quokkabite]

@hyuuukais actually going to cry…. so. i shall answer when the words begin wording 🫶🏼

[phantomialie]

ew cringe

you only exist to bully me </3

[lizqaxolotlquestions]

NOT reblogging that have a BAD NIGHTS sleep

WHAT THE HELL!!!! IM GONNA SOOOB WHY R YOU SO MEAN TO MEEEEE

Guess I just won't sleep tonight 🙃

[smokestarrules]

biggest fear is that someone does that tired sigh when they see I’ve messaged them. that shit keeps me up at night

[dandy-lions-null]

opening up Tumblr and seeing a bunch of shit I don't care about because I follow my friends

[hollowaluminumvessel]

Martin: "good luck, Jon. I- *sigh* stay safe."

HE WAS GOING TO SAY 'I MISS YOU' IM GOING TO CRY OMG OMG OMG... why didn't I know this WHY

[bruisedboys]

No but!! My bf is going away for 3 weeks what am i supposed to do…….

babygirl I have no idea…. mine is coming back tonight (finally) and I barely survived I am but a shell of a girl at this point I’m hanging onto my sanity by a thread

[alovelyburn]

People are reading my 10 year old meta and I’m just trying to remember if I said anything that I don’t think anymore back then.

[lovesickgyu]

GIRL I FORGOT ONE ROAST ABT UR ROTI girl if u had kept one eye on mingyu and the other on the roti instead of thirsting over yunho gyu wouldn't have cheated on u and the roti wouldn't have burnt and i wouldn't have roasted u this much 😂😂😂😂 i love you tho idiot <333

😠😠😠 this is a very personal attack do i say something about you keep seungmin pfps when u say your husband is chan 😠😠😠

[soupbabe]

Could you maybe make some hcs of Risotto, Bruno, and Abbacchio? Oh and maybe some with their stands putting their big sweaty man balls in my mouth ahhhhhhhhhhh 👄👄👄👄👄-🐄

Idk what's worse: the fact that I didn't even need the emoji to know who this was from or knowing that this is the tamest thing I've heard from you 😭😭😭

Anyways

[familyvideostevie]

bubblegum. come back.

- emmy 🧡

@upsidedownwithsteve no you come HERE its your turn i think come hang out with ME

what color am i?

[bansheeheart]

morally grey grey, green screen, lilac, ice blue, and cookie!!!!!!! 💖💝💕💖💝💗💖💕

Awwwwww 🥰 I'm going to bite your arm off

[twinkinspector]

i will be doing the spotify wrapped ask game later today for SURE but i won't let myself until i finish this damn drabble