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Wheatley paced anxiously. What was he going to do?! He couldn't cook! He knew that! Yet he tried, and he failed! Again!

"Bloody hell! What am I gonna tell him?"

He picked up his phone, anxious. What was he supposed to do?? He stared down at the texts. "So you're cooking?" He hadn't replied. Shakily, he texted back. "Sorry, something came up and I can't cook tonight. Is that okay?"

He took a seat, anxiety eating away at him from the inside out. Why did he ever agree to that?! To make him happy? He knew he'd only let him down!

His phone buzzed. Wheatley took a moment to breathe, then picked it up. "Yeah, that's alright. Do you want me to pick something up on my way?"

He wasn't angry? Maybe he was just being polite... "Sure. Your choice."

"Ok! Burgers?" Wheatley couldn't help but smile a bit at how kind he was about it. "Sure!"

He felt himself relax. It would be alright, he told himself. Quickly, he cleaned up the kitchen, and finished just in time. A knock at the door startled him.

He let his date in urgently. "Didn't expect you to be so early, love!"

"Well, I was on my way already, and the drive-thru didn't take long." He set the bag down on the table. He set two burgers and two boxes of fries down. "So what happened?"

Wheatley stiffened. "Well, erm, just- just couldn't tonight. R-really. Didn't... didn't work out..."

His date nodded patiently. "Yeah, I get it. No big deal." He sat down on the couch, motioning for Wheatley to join him. He obliged, starting to relax again.

Despite how it turned out, the two had a nice time. They watched a few movies together on the couch and still had a nice dinner as well. Maybe it wasn't such a disaster after all.

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"I've been quite busy here. You know, after I flung you into space."

Grady looks up at her. "You did WHAT?!"

"But you deserved it, didn't you?" She picks Wheatley up, Grady looking up in a panic. "You did almost destroy everything I've worked for. This entire facility would be nothing. Burnt down. If not for me."

"Wheatley, what is she talking about?"

"You don't know? This moron never told you?"

"I'm not..." He looks over at Grady. All his worst fears were coming true. "Love..?"

"What is it?"

"...I'm sorry, I-"

"That's enough!" She crushes Wheatley in a similar way to how she did when they first met, tossing him to the ground.

"Wheatley!!" Grady panics. He turns to GLaDOS. "You!"

GLaDOS chuckles at his anger. "How pathetic. Go on, get him." Grady stares up at her, not sure what to make of that.

"Ahem, get him and leave, or I'll incinerate you both."

In a bitter panic, Grady picks up Wheatley, glaring at GLaDOS before rushing off.

you KNOW

It would've been sick if dandelions had a parallel to when GLaDOS first woke up and when GLaDOS finds out that Wheatley is back.

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This was the last show. Wheatley and the crew had been working quite hard to put on the musical, and the curtain was closing on their efforts.

The final scene was coming to a close. "Lorietta, dear! You are my heart!"

"And you are mine!" He felt his heart skip a beat. Wheatley took a breath. It's not an actual kiss.

He thought back to when he first met Grady. How he was a loner, the "emo kid" who didn't like to talk to people. He thought about how he was oddly kind to Wheatley, and their audition for the musical, the first rehearsal. Slowly, Grady showed Wheatley how much he cared, how sweet he was, how charming, how funny, how... loveable he was.

Wheatley approached him, his heart soaring, a smile on his face. If Grady asked, he'd blame it on the thrill of the final act, but he might be able to tell it wasn't true. Only now did he realize his love for Grady, and he couldn't hide it very well.

Calm down, Wheatley. It's a musical, an act.

Wheatley pushed back his heart. He gave a less passionate, friendlier smile. Grady looked down at him, his gaze soft, a warm smile on his face.

He took off his hat and pulled Wheatley in, hiding their faces behind the hat as normal. But he didn't stop there.

Grady's lips met Wheatley's.

His heart pounded. Wheatley didn't know what to think. He could only let his heart soar, let his emotions run deep through his body. Was this happening? Did Grady just pull him in and kiss him? Did that just happen?

He closed his eyes softly. He could feel Grady's soft yet passionate touch on his lips, so real that he couldn't bring himself to think of shocked denial anymore.

He placed a hand on Grady's cheek, and slowly the two pulled away. The crowd cheered, just as they always did, though to Wheatley it felt like so much more.

"That wasn't part of the script," he whispered to Grady. "I know."

Wheatley glanced at his friend Solar, who was backstage. They'd seen, and were freaking out, as he thought they'd be. He looked back at Grady, meeting his gaze. "Grady..."

"Show's still on," He whispered, lowering the hat and turning to face the audience with a grin. Wheatley turned as well, smiling to the audience. They took their bow and moved out of view for the others.

The two looked at each other, unsure of what to say, though it didn't bother them. They felt each other's passion burning as much as their own. Eventually, Grady took his hand. "Wheatley, dear. You are my heart."

Wheatley fought tears. "And you are mine..!"

Grady put his hand to Wheatley's face, pulling him in once more. Wheatley melted against Grady, but not for long, as Solar ran over. "Final bow! Go! Go!"

The two looked at each other, and Grady led Wheatley out, still hand in hand. Wheatley looked at Grady, and Grady was smiling down at him. He smiled as well.

He saw Grady mouth three simple words: 'I love you.'

Wheatley smiled wider, so overwhelmed with emotions to ever calm down. He mouthed back, 'I love you too!'

The curtains fell. Eyes were on them. At this point, though, they couldn't care. They couldn't care about anything else but each other.

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Grady glanced at the doors. There he was again, Wheatley. He always came in for a coffee early in the morning, and the two had some nice conversations. It brightened his day every time.

He started thinking. Grady loved to put the wrong name on his cup. It was sort of like a running joke between the two, only that it frustrated Wheatley, which was admittedly quite cute to see.

"Ello, Grady!" Before he knew it, Wheatley was at the counter. "Hey. The usual?" Wheatley nodded, and Grady grabbed a cup. His mind wandered, trying to think up something he hadn't used yet. After a moment, he quickly smirked. Got it!

He didn't get to see Wheatley's reaction, but he knew what was up. Taking a moment to make Wheatley's very sweetened coffee, he chuckled to himself.

"One maple latte for Wolfgang!"

"Oh come on!" Wheatley's face flushed slightly. "That's not even close!" Despite being flustered, he had a smile on his face. Grady laughed, feeling his own face warm up.

"I know!" He took a moment to stop laughing. "Ehe... not my fault that you make it so fun every time. I've had to go digging lately!"

Wheatley laughed with him. Grady gave him a genuine smile, handing him his drink. "There you go, Wheatley." His tone was warm, and Wheatley's face seemed to grow brighter, though maybe it was just his imagination.

"Thanks, mate." He glanced down at his watch. "I'd stay longer, but I've got somewhere to be. Boss called me in early."

Grady felt disappointment weigh on him. "Aw, that sucks. Wish you could stay longer." There was a longing in his voice, one which he wanted to hide, but really couldn't.

Wheatley sighed. "Yeah... well, I'll see you later, okay?"

"Alright. Bye, Wolfgang!" Grady smiled lightly, and left Wheatley with a laugh before he walked out. That's all he could ever do for him.

omg canon

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Wheatley was already fast asleep. Grady couldn't blame him. If he weren't the one driving, he'd be asleep himself. He'd hate to make Wheatley have to stay up late, though.

Grady checked the time. 10:40 pm. Wheatley had fallen asleep about an hour ago. Maybe it was best that Grady drove, then. Though he felt tired physically, he could keep his mind relatively sharp. He was used to staying up extremely late, so nearing 11 pm was nothing to him.

Despite this, he'd rather be home already, in bed with Wheatley. Even if he fell asleep long after him, it was still nice to lay with his love. He was sure Wheatley felt the same too, as he shifted around in his seat.

It was right at 11 when they'd finally arrived home. Virgil had been babysitting their daughter, Stephanie, so there was no worry for her. Grady chuckled to himself; Virgil probably fell asleep before either Stephanie or Wilbur did. Virgil was always an early bird, could never stay up late if he tried.

Wheatley couldn't, either. Grady was well used to being up all night by himself, though still laying in bed with him made it feel a lot less lonely.

Grady sighed. Not long now, the two could go ahead and do that. He stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind him, then made his way around and opened Wheatley's door.

He quickly undid his seat belt, and he saw Wheatley shift. Grady caught the slight opening of his blue eyes, then them closing again lethargicly.

Gently, Grady scooped him up into his arms. That got his eyes open again. Wheatley looked up at Grady, a little shocked. It melted away into a purely lovestruck look; he was too tired to hide it, obviously.

"Mmmm..." He rubbed his eye as Grady pushed his back against the car door to close it. "You're strong..."

Wheatley was often swept off his feet by Grady, this time literally, but often tried to play it cool. Grady knew him well enough to notice when something seemed to tug at his heartstrings, though. The little nicknames, the small movements he'd make, sometimes just his voice, it all got a reaction out of Wheatley. A swallow, a hand to the neck, a small smile, small things that most could overlook but Grady could see right through.

There was no attempt to play it cool tonight. Wheatley pressed his head against Grady's chest, a smile crossing him as he closed his eyes again.

Grady had already grabbed his keys before picking up Wheatley, so he unlocked the door and walked in quickly.

Grady had gotten Wheatley into bed and, after asking if he wanted him to, undressed him. Wheatley put on his pajamas himself while Grady got ready for bed himself. He threw off his shirt and his pants, just ending up in his boxers.

Grady couldn't be bothered tonight. He skipped pjs and hopped straight into bed. Wheatley seemed surprised, though didn't object to it at all. Whether he was just too tired or didn't care, Grady couldn't tell. He was tired himself.

Wheatley shifted to press against Grady's side, and Grady moved to hold him in his arms as he usually did. Humming lovingly, Wheatley pressed a kiss to Grady's lips.

Grady chuckled. "Glad to be in bed?"

"Mhm..."

"Yeah, me too." Grady yawned. He felt Wheatley run his hand up and down his arm. "Very strong..." Wheatley smiled, cheeks growing red. Grady felt his own face grow hot. He sighed.

Wheatley leaned further into Grady, tilting his head down slightly. Soon after, he fell back asleep. Grady tilted Wheatley's head back up. He always slept with it down, and thus hurt his neck, but Grady tried his best to stop him from doing that.

Grady smiled, pulling Wheatley closer. Closing his eyes, he felt ready to sleep as well. Pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, Grady set his head down onto his pillow and drifted off into sleep.

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Seafood

Wheatley sighed. He'd had to work late again tonight.

He always felt guilty about it, and it usually wasn't his fault; his co-workers didn't seem to care about their job. Who could blame them? Wheatley was only in it for the money it paid to keep him and his family afloat. And he was in charge of dinner tonight.

Grady always waited for Wheatley. He kept Stephanie fed when she was hungry, but Grady never ate until Wheatley cooked, on days where he did of course. Wheatley wasn't even the best at cooking; he couldn't even make a simple breakfast when he started out. But Grady loved it all the same, even if his love for it did grow as it became tolerable food.

Wheatley pulled out of the parking lot and set off for home. What was he going to do? His phone buzzed, and Wheatley picked it up at a nearby red light. "Hey, uh, don't worry about dinner. I ordered seafood."

He felt confused, though grateful that he didn't have to worry about it. "Didn't you say you were gonna cut off on ordering?"

"Yeahhh, but I was craving it." Grady sounded a little guilty, though clearly didn't regret it all too bad. Wheatley chuckled. "I can't blame you. It's really good."

"Hell yeah it is!" The two laughed over the phone. Wheatley glanced at the time. 8:30. He sighed. "Sorry I had to work so late again. I know how much you and Stephie miss me."

"Eh, I know you can't help it. I keep Steph happy while you're away. Not the same without you though."

He smiled, glancing at the time again. "Has she eaten tonight?"

"Yep. Fixed her some ramen in the microwave."

"You know what I said about her eating well-"

"I know, I know. It had veggies in it, and it wasn't hard to make, and I was just tired..." Grady yawned. "Still am."

Wheatley nodded, keeping some attention on the road throughout the conversation as he drove his way home. "Alright... you know, I wouldn't blame you for not waiting on me to get home before you ate or slept. If anything, I hate to hear how you're always so hungry or tired."

"Eh, it's fine. I married you for a reason; I love spending a lot of time with you. I wouldn't miss out on it for the world, darling."

He chuckled. "Aww... thanks, love. I love it too." He pulled into their neighborhood. "I'm almost home, I'll see you soon."

"Alright, love youuu!" "Love you too!" Grady hung up.

When Wheatley walked through the door, what greeted him was seafood and his overjoyed husband. He wouldn't trade it for the world.

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Hello! This is @spottedbread (Any pronouns, mainly they/them)

I decided to make a side blog because I always have small scenes in my head that aren't big enough to be a fanfiction, but I'd like to write them and share them anyways! So yeah.