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for some fics i dont feel like reformatting here ill just copy + paste the ao3 link #sorry lol

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Welp. I’m nothing if not a man of my word .

Wheatley x Reader angst (Wheatley dies in a gas explosion)

(joke fic)

“WHEATLEY!!!! NOOOOOOO” (big explosion sound)

His stupid little orb shaped body clanked to the ground with a sickening thud followed by the sound of him dribbling lightly like when you drop a basketball and it takes a minute to stop.

“Im sorry luv…. I-” his body was rattled by synthetic coughs- why that had been built into the system was anyone's guess- “I… I had to save canada….”

“Canada is safe now… but…how am i supposed to go on…. I need you to save the canada in my heart ....”

“Im sorry my love,,,, that was never going to happen” wheatley’s optic rolled up into his head, and for once in his stupid miserable moon life, he was silent.

“He actually saved Canada. No fuckng way” GLaDoS’ voice spoke up over the intercom.

“....And now hes gone…” 

“Yes yes very sad”

The casket was also orb shaped, and rolled around as they tried to carry it, eventually lobbing it unceremoniously into the hole in the ground.

“Goot bye…. My love….” Their voice cracked as their one true love, wheat orb, was returned to the earth that he did not even remotely come from. 

Seeing the orb shaped casket down there, they were overcome with the urge to jump into the grave beside him, when a hand showed up on their shoulder.

“It’s not worth it.”

“SOLID SNAKE FROM HIT GAME METAL GEAR?” “yes its me. It’s ok, im here for you. That orbs a damn hero…. But he would’ve wanted you to stay here, and stay safe . Live not only for him, but for yourself .” they hugged, rain gently falling as they said goodbye to the man- no. to the sphere who saved canada

a/n: I wrote this in a call with my friend

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Masterlist

under cut

Portal:

Pity (GLaDOS x Reader)

HLVRAI:

Bros Cuddles (Science Team Cuddling)

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bros cuddles (hlvrai)

summary: the science team is Tired and they Cuddle . thats it . lol

a/n: im a tommy kin and i was having a hard time sleeping so i wrote this a few months ago . its all platonic. also bubby is hard to write

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The dripping sound of the pipes was pounding in his head. Every noise felt elevated to the highest degree. Tommy stared at the ceiling, sitting against the wall of the Black Mesa floor, the chill of it feeling like it sunk into his bones. Around him the rest of the crew slept.

 In his brain’s constant quest to identify patterns around him, the science team's sleeping habits were now familiar.

Gordon always slept curled up on his side, tense in his sleep. Tommy had hoped his dreams would allow him an escape from how on edge he always seemed to be, but after noticing that he wasn’t so sure. 

Dr. Coomer and Dr. Bubby often stuck close together, and they were no different now. Coomer liked to sleep on his back, even if it did make him snore, which Bubby complained about, but he also liked to prop his head up on Coomer and lie next to him, resting his head on Coomer’s stomach and muttering in his sleep.

Tommy wasn’t quite familiar with Benrey’s sleep patterns, only catching them napping in the middle of other conversations, or once when he woke up and they were still asleep. They seemed to sleep wherever was most convenient, which was often just wherever he was when they got tired.

However, none of these patterns soothed him in this moment. He found himself struggling to sleep more and more. The sounds of all the weapons echoed in his mind. Each day he was dealing with much louder sounds than what he’d become accustomed to.

He wished Sunkist were here, if only for the selfish reason he wanted to hug her. Her soft fur always helped him fall asleep, and she’d often curl up next to him or by his bed, guarding him from threats, real or imaginary.

But it would be dangerous for Sunkist to be here. Despite her immortality, Tommy always worried that the exact moment she got hurt would be when she suddenly would stop being immortal, or maybe she’d forget she was immortal and maybe that would make her not be anymore.

His dad was nearby, he knew that. He’d been watching more closely these days. Whether that was because of Tommy, Gordon, the ‘incident’, or maybe a mix of all of them, he couldn’t be sure.

He- again selfishly- hoped it was because of him, though he knew deep down that was probably not the case. 

His feelings about his father, the ‘Gman’ were complicated at best. They’re his dad, and he loved them, sure, but the recent reappearance after many years of absence was a big thing to get used to.

His father was busy, yes, but Tommy had always hoped they’d have more time for him someday.

But they never did, and Tommy had stopped hoping.

Tommy didn’t exactly want his fathers “comfort” at the moment. His dad was not very good with emotions like comfort, and Tommy knew it’d likely make things worse.

Tommy was only startled out of his thoughts when someone snapped their fingers in front of him. He scrambled back quickly, but realized it was only Bubby, who was squatting in front of him.

“Jeez loueez no need to be so jumpy!” Bubby scowled, but Tommy had learnt he often did that, and it was not indicative of his mood.

“Sorry…” Tommy muttered. His gaze flicked to Dr Coomer, who was still lying on his back, pawing at the air in his sleep and muttering something about a championship and some sort of gaming console.

Tommy wondered what he was dreaming about before turning back to Bubby.

“You look terrible kid, you should sleep”

Bubby was quite blunt.

Tommy bit back a retort, knowing Bubby was much better at that than him, and it wouldn’t be very smart to start that kind of fight.

“…I can’t sleep” Tommy complained “it’s too much- I-it’s way too loud in here. Even if- even when it’s quiet”

Bubby sat, thinking seemingly

“I usually use Coomer as a pillow” he began, Tommy didn’t inform him he already knew this information

 “but when I focus on his snoring it helps me drown out the sound of anything else”

“But how do you- how are you sure you’re gonna be safe all night then? If nobody’s keeping watch over you”

Bubby waved a hand

“You all are very loudl. If something happens I’m sure I’ll wake up to Gordon yelling his head off”

“…I guess so…” Tommy still didn’t feel convinced.

“Why don’t we try to find a noise that you can focus on?” Bubby offered. Tommy sighed but nodded

“Yea… Usually I have Sunkist a-and she helps me feel safer…” Tommy hugged his knees, and Bubby was lost in thought.

“...Say, you like Wikipedia right?” “The- The free online encyclopedia that anyone can edit?” Tommy looked up hopefully

Bubby grinned. It wasn’t like how people were supposed to grin, Tommy thought. It was more like a chimp bearing its teeth, but he’d learned that was just how he smiled.

Bubby walked over and nudged Coomer with his foot. Coomer muttered about gloves and Bubby rolled his eyes (Or, Tommy assumed he did. He couldn’t quite see behind his glasses.)

Bubby picked up Coomer and carried him over, dropping him on the ground. Coomer jolted and yelled something about ropes, but Bubby tapped him and he calmed down.

“Oh, Hello Dr. Bubb-” “Shut it! That one’s still sleeping” He jabbed a thumb towards Gordon, who stirred a bit.

Coomer’s voice was quieter, but not like a whisper, more like someone had used a remote to turn the volume down.

“Coomer, recite the boy a wikipedia article!” “Wikipedia, The Free Online Encyclopedi-?” “Yes, yes that!!”

Tommy tried to get comfortable on the floor, but it wasn’t working very well. Coomer lied back down, resting against the wall, and Bubby lied down next to him, resting his head on Coomer’s side.

Coomer noticed Tommy’s struggles and kindly patted the spot next to him, offering Tommy to share the space. Tommy was hesitant, he wasn’t very used to any sort of physical contact. He hadn’t had many friends, let alone ones who wanted to be affectionate with him. 

He hated to admit it, but he still flinched whenever Gordon put a hand on his shoulder.

Coomer was the exact opposite however, constantly poking, hugging, and messing with other people, so Tommy suspected it was very normal for him.

Awkwardly, Tommy scooted closer, resting his head on his side, and Coomer put an arm over him. It was very comforting, he had to admit.

“A Chair Is A Piece Of Furniture With A Raised Surface-” Coomer began reciting, and Tommy felt himself relax. 

It reminded him of his dad. Gman would recite OSHA guidelines, rules, and encyclopedias to get him to sleep, whether because he thought it would bore Tommy into tiredness or because he genuinely thought it was interesting was beyond him, but Tommy had grown a liking for them regardless.

As he listened to Coomer ramble on, his mind wandered.

His dad was nearby, and he was safe. He shouldn’t worry about that. Even if it wasn’t as direct as Sunkist’s guarding, Tommy doubted his dad would let him get hurt.

But he didn’t just have to worry about himself anymore. He willed his tired eyes- which he hadn’t realized had closed- open, and his gaze tiredly flicked to Gordon, who was still curled up. He looked to Coomer, who was still reciting the entire page, reading out each resource link letter by letter.

“Hey Dr Coomer?”

“Yes, Tommy?”

“...Can we uhm- Can Mr. Freeman join us? He’s- he looks… cold” 

Coomer’s eyes squinted in a strange sort of smile. “The More The Merrier!”

Tommy stood and walked over to Gordon,  and very gently reached down, tucking his arms under Gordon’s, and lifted him up, careful to not wake him. Gordon stirred a few times, but ultimately Tommy was successful. 

He sat down, moving Gordon to be close to the pile. Tommy curled up by Dr. Coomer again. Bubby was already asleep, and contrary to what he said, he was the one snoring it seemed. Tommy hadn’t noticed that before.

Coomer continued reading out the link he was on, while Tommy’s eyes slowly closed. The dripping of the pipes was merely a background sound now, and easily filtered out. And though he felt the cold of the room threatening to chill him, he felt so warm next to his friends.

This was nice. Tommy appreciated the group's company, of course, but as of late it’d felt… Better than before. Tommy realized in this moment that they were his friends. They cared about him, and they’d help him.

Tommy smiled tiredly, curled up by Dr Coomer and Mr. Freeman.

The cold had passed, and only warmth remained.

He hoped it would last a long time.

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Pity (GLaDOS x Reader* Fluff)

summary: Reader is in pain and glados takes pity on them (*not super heavy on the lovey stuff, but she is implied to have a soft spot for you <3)

a/n: there is a shockingly low amount of glados x reader so. heres my gift ! this is actually just an old revamped thing i wrote like months ago so sorry if it isnt the best..

also the pain is leg pain because . i wrote this when my leg hurted . lol

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You sighed, limping your way across the test, lugging a cube behind you. 

Every step was a challenge, each challenge succeeded was rewarded not with triumph, but with the same sickening pain over and over - flipping between a dull ache and a sharp stabbing pain, but not fully leaving.

“Congratulations. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t ever solve that one. Maybe I should make the next one easier.”

A pause.

“I’m kidding. In fact, I think you can handle the challenge of a more difficult test.”

You didn’t respond. Though you did enjoy the challenge the puzzles gave you, your focus was elsewhere. The sharp, stabbing pain almost drowned out her witty remarks. Almost.

You sat quietly in the elevator, debating just resting there for a while, but you knew she objected to not having an eye on you at all times. 

While she obviously preferred you do the tests and listen to her, through some subtle testing of your own you’d learned you could get away with not being entirely rule-abiding, so long as you stay within her sights.

Maybe she viewed your disobedience as part of the testing process, but regardless, it worked out for you.

You stumbled into the next test, realizing now she hadn’t been kidding. 

“I wasn’t kidding” , she echoed, and you wondered if she could read his mind or if your thoughts were just that predictable.

“You’ve solved the last ones a bit too easily, minus that last one. I figured you needed a more stimulating test. Good luck.”

You let out another heaving sigh.

You couldn’t begin to guess how much time had passed. Your head hurt too much for this. Your legs hurt. 

After what felt like hours of trying to solve it, you just gave up, sliding against a wall and sitting. You idly fidgeted with the hem of the tank top she had provided, wondering when she’d notice the test wasn’t getting solved.

Even with the braces, which definitely alleviated some of the tension on your legs, it was too much. Even sitting down was painful, but it was better than standing. 

“Alright. What are you doing in there? You’ve solved worse. I don’t know where this strange infatuation with this particular test could come from.”

“I’m sorry GLaDos… I want to solve it, but I- I can’t. Not right now. I’ll solve it soon I just… I need a minute. Please”

The nearby camera turned, focusing onto you. You were used to it, and knew she was trying to figure things out for herself without being told. You wonder if she viewed you as a test for her to solve. You imagined she wouldn’t want the solution to just be given to her.

“You look fine to me.” She concluded. “...However, this sentiment; a coming from you, one of the few who appreciates testing like I do… Is concerning.”

Maybe that was an underhanded way of asking for a hint.

“I’m… tired”

“You slept the appropriate amount of time.” She countered simply. You didn’t have a response

“...Are you getting ill, perhaps? …That would put an unfortunate damper on testing.”

“No, I’m not sick”

“Then why aren’t you completing the test?”

Deciding she wouldn’t solve this test on her own, you sigh. “I’m in pain… I’m sorry”

“Did you get injured during the last test?”

“No, it’s an old ache. It comes and goes. It’ll go away in a bit, I just have to wait it out.”

A long pause. You concluded she wasn’t sure how to deal with this.

“...I don’t think we’re going to complete any more testing today. Please return to your sleeping accommodation facility.”

Weird. She was usually very punctual, always wanting to start and stop testing at specific times, hating when her schedule was thrown off- except maybe slightly later if the result was particularly interesting to her- but never wanting to stop early.

“You’re getting soft” You lightly teased, but limp your way over the wall plates that had opened up, granting you access back into the facility.

 When you had first begun testing here, one of Glados’ robots, either the short blue one or the lanky orange one, was always at his side. You suspected it was to protect the facility from you, rather than protect you from the facility.

But as time had gone on, you and the two robots had gotten more comfortable in one another’s presence, and the two now followed you with no orders being given. 

They squawked softly, gesturing at your leg, but he waved them off. “ ‘m fine. I’ll feel better tomorrow”

You eventually made it back to your room, an old living facility that GLaDoS had cleaned up, just enough to where it was liveable. You removed your boots and changed into a more comfortable outfit, some older, softer clothes you’d managed to find.

Usually, he spent time in his room making art or attempting to decipher the many books left behind in the labs. But he was too tired. All he wanted was to lie down on his old mattress and cover himself in the pile of thin blankets he’d managed to scrounge up.

Adjusting yourself in your nest of old scratchy covers, with a few soft blankets you’d scrounged up, you yawned, curling up.

“Goodnight GLaDoS” You said aloud.

There was a long pause.

“Goodnight. We’ll make up lost time tomorrow.”

You shivered softly, curling up tighter. As you felt yourself drifting off to sleep and your eyelids began to close, you felt like the room had gotten comfortably warm, and you smiled softly.

For all her insistence that you were just a means of solving tests, she still made sure you were comfortable.

Despite the harsh and blank appearance of the labs, you couldn’t help but feel at ease. You were warm, and with GLaDoS watching you, you felt safe. This was where you were meant to be. This was home.

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