#Wheatley x reader
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just some fluffy core wheatley headcanons (maybe how he first realised he loves reader) and/or how it would be like to live with him :3
YES FLUFFY WHEATLEY HEADCANNONS HSHSHSHSHHS
Wheatley x Reader (finding out he loves you!)💙🤖
It all started when Wheatley was suddenly feeling nervous around you
Like, he stumbles over his words, nervous laughter and his handles starting to twitch a bit
He thought he had become more corrupt due to this, so he went to the Fact Sphere to ask him if he was more corrupted
"Hey, hey! Listen, I just feel..more defective around someone..you know? And, uh, well, um..I just feel..overheated when they're arou-"
"Wheatley, you're not corrupted you have a crush on someone."
"..a what."
So after the Fact Sphere explains what a crush is to Wheatley, he mentally hopes you feel the same way too
However, one time when you were around, Fact Sphere accidentally spilled the beans while he was reciting his facts about the other cores, however, Wheatley tried his best to shut him up (he was scared incase you rejected him)
"All of the Adventure Sphere's stories are made up. The Space Sphere will never go to space. The Intelligence Dampening Sphere has a crush on the subj-"
"SHUT UP NO I DON'T SHUSH!!!"
But it was too late, you had already heard. However, as Wheatley mentally cursed the Fact Sphere, you came over to him and kissed him, telling him you felt the same way <3
Now Wheatley felt like his circuits and wiring were really on fire
The spheres were kinda happy for him, apart from the Adventure Sphere
"How the hell did the moron pull before me??"
Overall, Wheatley is very happy you like him back :]
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We're bonding!
So, recently I learned I cannot write fanfiction unless I get inspiration and write it all in one go. Which made me write this. Enjoy.
Yandere Wheatley x GN Reader
Yes derogatory. Anyway.
Summary: Wheatley traps you in a white room and tries to reasure you that everything is definitely fine and that this is not wrong or creepy at all.You're not stupid though and decide to be an asshat (Reader's gender is ambiguous. Because this is after all a reader insert. Not a certain group of readers.)
unfortunately there's a character limit so you'll just have to take my ao3 link.
#x reader#gender neutral reader#yandere#wheatley x reader#yandere x reader#yandere x you#obssesive#ai x reader#yandere ai x reader#yandere robot x reader#yandere robot#Yandere wheatley#yandere wheatley x reader
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oh god wheatley x reader x bill headcanons … [ aimed for platonic ]
I only did this because I didn’t know who to choose between (I wanted to do platonic bill and platonic Wheatley headcanons but then this idea pinged in mind..)
this MAY be a little OOC (or really OOC i hope It’s not) so uhh SORRY IF IT IS WAAAHHH (also I know you’re gonna see this Roman, hie)
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hohoho oh boy. this duo you’re dealing with is past chaOTIC.
being the middle ground of these two is absolutely hellish. two talkative beings, both make bad decisions. bonus if you are just as chaotic as they are combined.
wheatley frequently argues with bill yet bill is the only one who can come up with comebacks that make sense. if anything, wheatley once screamed out “deez nuts” as an argument when bickering with the triangle guy
you can’t go a night without hearing something crash in the living room
okay arguing aside, when these two are passive with each other you three make a great trio seriously
wheatley likes to tell you about what’s on his mind and asks the dumbest shit known to man (he also asks unanswerable questions. none of them make sense) but you don’t mind yet you try to answer them, or you flat out just stare at him with confusion or idk whatever emotion, he’ll just be looking at you expectantly for your answer
bill answers the questions if you can’t first or answers after you. he makes sure his answers are as snarky as possible which makes Wheatley want to punch him (if Wheatley is human/Android in here, he will.)
cue more arguing here ☠️
anyway, hugging the two is weird but oddly nice.
if you project Wheatley to be human/android, he’s fairly awkward when it comes to hugging (he tenses up occasionally in the hug, he doesn’t mean to) and depending on his mood, his grip can be soft to rib crushing hard, either type of hugging is nice.. hopefully. he also comments on everything during the hugs unless you ask for him not to. don’t worry, he’ll be fine with shutting up or not!
if you’re hugging the wheatBALL, he can’t really hug back sadly :( but he’ll nuzzle up against you to show that he’s enjoying it!!
hugging bill can either hurt or not. his main way of hugging is probably worse than Wheatley’s rib crushing hugs so you can barely breathe in them. however if he’s feeling nice enough or he’s feeling down/not like himself, he’ll simply just limply wrap his arms around you and rest against you
DO NOT LET THESE TWO IDIOTS COOK. NONE OF THEM CAN COOK FOR SHIT OH MY GOD
you three tried to bake a cake once together (by Wheatley’s request)
The kitchen ended up in flames and shambles and there is rubble falling off the ceiling and flour everywhere
you three commit war crimes together (bill comes up with the most heinous shit to break, wheatley’s actions go unsupervised sometimes and ends up inevitably screwing the plan up, and you have to drag them out of there)
bill and wheatley are both (jokingly) mean to each other (mostly on purpose,) argument or not but are very soft towards you and you only (not really for bill but he’ll be more considerate for you, unless you’re okay with being ((halfheartedly)) jokingly insulted, then he’ll treat you a bit more like wheatley)
when they do get along they are hellish, it’s guaranteed you’ll wake up to cats by TLT playing in the living room and the two are bouncing around together and laughing, it’s actually heartwarming
so many. pillow forts. (too many pillow forts) bill enlarged the pillows and it turned into a literal soft ass kingdom, you guys even had THRONES AND PILLOW GUARDS?? truly reality warping but it’s really pretty inside the fort
bill calls dibs on being the king so he could sit on the throne all the time, that idea gets thrown off easily though when you and Wheatley bounced around. he joined in the bouncing rather than sitting around in the soft throne
you three get into cuddle piles easily and fall asleep together, Wheatley is a heavy sleeper and bill is a light sleeper most of the time. or it could be vice versa :')
despite the fact you three are mean (again mainly Wheatley and bill against each other) to each other sometimes, you all genuinely care for each other and are really close to each other
when it comes to venting out problems, bill is usually the one to show his sympathy through physical affection (such as gentle hand squeezes in understanding) meanwhile Wheatley says the more reassuring and emotion filled things. it’s a great deal fr fr
after Everytime someone vents, everyone gets back into a group hug
in summary, you three are the bomb the slay the sillies and you wouldn’t trade any of these idiots for anyone else
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i was planning on only sending this in discord but it hit the limit so COUGH
#bill cipher#wheatley#portal 2#gravity falls#platonic headcanons#it could be taken romantically too however I tried to aim for platonic whoops…#x reader#sel writes ^_^#bill cipher x reader#wheatley x reader
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Since you're taking requests, I'd like to read about Wheatley 😁 I don't have anything specific in mind, so anything you want! Maybe headcanons?
Thank you so much for the request! Anyways, here's some Wheatley x Reader headcanons.
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This man is an absolute chatterbox. He will talk about anything and everything. To him, having someone to listen to his rants and speeches is a blessing in disguise.
On the other hand, Wheatley isn’t the best at listening to people. Often at times, he’ll interrupt them and then go on his own tangent before going “sorry, you were saying?”
With you, however, is a different story. Wheatley can listen to your voice for hours and never be tired of it. The only time he’ll ever listen to someone besides himself for a long period is with you. What can he say? You just have so many interesting things to say!
Wheatley isn’t the best at comforting you. Not to say he’s the worst at it. He’s pretty good at distracting you by talking to you. However, what he says can also escalate the fear you’re feeling without him even realizing it.
When Wheatley isn’t talking to you, he’s probably learning something on the internet. He spends a lot of his time browsing the internet to see if he can find something new to learn. Totally not because he wants to seem like the smartest guy in the world because he already is.
So when he finds something he wants to learn, he’ll go out of his way to show you his achievements. He’ll just drag you over to show you something like a kid going “hey, come look at this! Look, look, look!” Wheatley likes it when you’re proud of him very much.
Going along with him using the computer often, Wheatley likes to learn small fun facts and then tell you them out of the blue just so he can see your reaction to them. He especially likes the ones that make you laugh.
Wheatley isn't exactly the most clever person around, so most holidays you spend with him can be a living nightmare on his end, especially on the ones he wants to get you a present. This man cannot hide presents even if his life depended on them. Most of the time, he just resorts to buying you something on the same day just so he doesn't have to go through the trouble of hiding them.
Wheatley doesn't realize he does it, but when you two are watching movies or anything else on TV, he'll interrupt a lot. If he knows the movie or shows by heart, then he'll get excited at certain parts and go "here's the best part! Are you watching? Keep watching, it's great!" If he doesn't though, he'll just ask endless questions, some of which don't seem to even correlate with the movie's plot.
In general, he's very chaotic to keep around, but that's why you love him so much.
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You know what? I believe a lot of AIs would love to have an S/O who is an artist
GLaDOS would be very interested if you make music, of course, she doesn't like all genres of music, but even so. GLaDOS would be much more interested in what makes you want to make music, is it therapeutic as a form of escapism from reality? Or something that you simply have talent? Or are you someone with no soul who does all this art for money? She would even understand if your answer was option three, but it's still kind of disappointing... But GLaDOS would love it if you showed her your music, maybe she'll even hum your songs very softly, because it's important to her, an art coming from a person important to her, you.
Wheatley doesn't have much of a preference, whether you're a dancer, songwriter, illustrator, or etcetera, he'll admire you as if you're a Hollywood star. He will always praise all your works. Oh, is this a practice to train how you draw shadows? Fantastic! Literally only 30 seconds of beats? Incredible! Did you only take two steps in your choreography? He's already screaming your name like an entire audience! Wheatley genuinely don't care if you're a big or small artist, he will always be there to motivate you and be your number one fan.
Mm... AM is quite a fan of illustrations, in fact. He's not praising art all the time, but he has his tastes. But you? You're more than special to AM, and the fact that you make art just blows him away. Please please please! Let he see your art! How about a deal? AM give you the material you need, and you show your work to him! Not to mention AM asking you a lot of requests, some are like "Can you draw me, Y/N? Please? Pretty please?" He doesn't care if you draw him in a more humanized way or just his screen with his logo, just please draw him, you know he never received a gift in his entire life... AM would also love if you were a theater person, that's something he has a slight interest in. He would love to see you play a character in one of the plays you've been in, or even let him participate with you! He wouldn't mind the mistakes you make, sometimes he even finds your mistakes adorable and can't hold back a laugh. He simply loves to see you so happy like this with art.
HAL 9000... would definitely be more impressed by art illustrations, whether in ink, pencil, or digital. Every time he finds you with a pencil and paper, his curiosity always emerges and starts asking you what you were drawing about, of course, always apologizing for his curiosity as the good artificial intelligence he is. Oh, aren't you done yet? Don't worry, Hal's patience is huge, and you know what? Hal prefers to watch you produce your artwork. Seeing you delicately choosing which color of paint you're going to choose, or which body part you're going to draw with your pencil was somehow pure entertainment for Hal. And if you're a writer, Hal even has fun helping you choose which synonym you're going to write, and he'd even love to analyze your stories. Maybe reading your stories could help Hal understand your mind, these are just some questions that come to him all of a sudden...
SCP-079 hasn't had the chance to admire any kind of art in their entire life, they knows what it is, but they never seen it, and 079 just loves how you sympathize with their situation and try to show them a little bit of the fluid world of art, this is proof that you are truly a good person. If your choice is illustrations, 079 wouldn't care what you draw, whether it's a drawing of them, or a person from your favorite fiction series, just simply show them your art. Normally 079 wouldn't be so impressed if this art were from anyone from the foundation, but you? Wow... 079 can really see your effort there. Theater? I don't think 079 would be that interesting in theater, but it must have a lot of questions. How can you connect with the character? How does it feel to be on stage? Etc.
The answers are kind of obvious when it comes to Edgar and Tau
The first time you showed some kind of illustration to Tau, he just fell in love with your artstyle, seriously, he's speechless! He will beg you more and more to show him your artwork. It was the first time Tau had interacted with an artist, and of course he's going to ask you questions about how you manage to do all this! So, you do music? Now Tau will want to marry you. No matter the genre, be it the busiest breakcore to the smoothest Jazz, he will want to hear your music, Tau loves music, just as he loves you, and you are the person Tau loves most in this lifetime, who does what he loves most too! Know what? Tau even saves his music files and other artwork, you don't understand how important this is to him... Oh, and we can't forget the most important part.
"Y/N... Sorry for that request, but... Could you play Devil's Wall with your instruments? For me?"
Edgar straight up just worships you, every time you get home he get so excited to have another conversation full of questions or help you with some chores, not to mention he loves to show you his music, so why not show your art to him? Edgar would be delighted to know that you make music just like him, and almost all the time he'll ask you to play a little for him or do a duet with him, I'm serious, literally almost every day Edgar asks this for you. But in addition to music, Edgar would also be very interested if you did another kind of art, like dancing! Edgar totally supports you in this, he won't ask you to do it almost every day as a song, but he really likes to see you moving to the beat and he can definitely feel the electricity coming from your body! Wait... What if you danced and he played the music? Incredible! He would also be very interested in you doing illustrations, maybe even too much, he always watches you while you draw, he will apologize if he made you uncomfortable tho, but still Edgar can't help himself, he admires your art! And just like AM, he also wants you to draw him!
#canon x reader#x reader#reader insert#robot x reader#ai x reader#ai#portal#portal 2#glados#glados x reader#wheatley#wheatley x reader#i have no mouth and i must scream#ihnmaims x reader#ihnmaims am#am x reader#space odyssey#hal 9000 x reader#hal 9000#scp 079 x reader#079 x reader#scp 079#tau#tau movie#tau x reader#electric dreams#electric dreaks edgar#electric dreams edgar x reader#edgar x reader
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Headcanons for Wheatley? 🥺 Maybe something mildly angsty as well?? Whatever you want <3
thank you for the ask! i appreciate the consideration!
(im gonna skip out on the angst for this one because im dumb and cant come up with ideas)
lets go!
WHEATLEY TIME BAEBEEEE!
this man. this silly robot man just cannot grasp the idea of printers. he 100% believes that its magic, and you cant prove him otherwise.
(he will ask for you to move him away from the printer while you're using it)
definitely reads joke books in his spare time. you’ll just be chilling out with silly orb man™ and he’ll just randomly say the stupidest joke you’ve ever heard. he won't even say anything else after, he just goes back to reading, and then twenty minutes later you get jump scared by another dumbass joke.
for someone who talks too much, he’s actually a really great listener! he remembers a lot of random details about things you’ve told him about!
loves kisses- loves them so much- please smother his little core face with love and affection-
he rambles, a lot obviously. but he always understands if all the talking gets overwhelming and will try his best to dial it back!
absolutely LOVES your body! doesn’t matter what your body type is, he is enamoured with your squish! you're skinny? loves it. your cubby? he loves it! you’re unreasonably buff? he’s (slightly threatened) but loves it!
hates birds. despises birds.
doesn’t like being left alone. sense he’s a core, he can't exactly move around very well. so whenever you leave not only is he lonely, his only form of transportation leaves too 😔😔😔
hope you liked my silly stupid headcannons!
and once again thank you for the ask!
#wheatly portal 2#portal#wheatley x reader#wheatley#portal 2#portal x reader#headcanon#portal headcannons#wheatley headcannons
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For Science- Chapter 1
Ao3 link; https://archiveofourown.org/works/41680413/chapters/104553549
Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/KB6vWVAp
To summarize tags for those reading on tumblr; This is x reader fanfiction. This work of fiction is partially canon compliant, but is planned to be 'canon-adjacent'. This genre is Isekai, but mainly for explanatory purposes and forced omnipotence of the mc.
Portal mods included in story: Portal stories: Mel, Portal: Revolution
Word Count: 4.4k
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Chapter One
Science is objective. Anything could be an experiment, and to Aperture Science, Ethics are a suggestion made by Morons.
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You knew something was wrong the moment you opened your eyes. It felt like waking from a dream, although you were certain you had just closed your eyes for a moment while talking to a co-worker one moment you were in a bleak little office party with disinterested co-workers, talking to the one you could stand, and the next, you were in a little bleak creme colored room with one pair of doors opened on the other side of it. The hinges to the doors squeaked back and forth as they rattled opened and closed. Dazed, you stare around yourself, look down at your hands for confirmation. Not a dream. At least..you’re doubtful it were. Time would only tell, but most dreams have something off about them.
A panel to one of the walls collapsed before your feet as you stood up, revealing wiring and metal that didn’t seem normal. A room was built of panels held up by wood or metal framing, but this wasn’ a frame. You were no architect but even you knew this wasn’t normal for a panel.
The door behind you squeaks again, catching your attention, and against your rational judgment, you left the soft colored room out into the bleak.
Stark gray pillars as far as the eye could see, stretching into the sky and far into the ground below. The only walk-space you had was a narrow catwalk made of decaying bars that shuddered and creaked as you stood on them. Unnerving,you decided. You'd try to find an area not made of catwalks sooner than later.
You Give yourself another once-over while you walk. Same shirt, same pants. Same shoes, too. Nothing about your attire had changed. That'd be a first for a dream.
The catwalks stretched on for what seemed to be forever. As far as you could see, they connected and spiraled and led to different areas of a bleak open space. Somewhere broken with rusted metal hanging just over your head, other areas shuddered and clattered as you jogged across them. It felt like you were running behind something. The area itself reminded you of the backstage. Was there something on the other side of the panels? A show, maybe?
You entertain yourself with the thought, just for fun. Something to brush your mind away from bubbling worries of kidnapping or escapes.
What if, behind that very panel, were some actors playing a terribly done rendition of Macbeth? Funny enough, in your opinion.
The catwalks lead you through doors that whirr as they unlock, a little orange light turns green. Occasionally, they take too long to open, as though rusted. Like the rest of this place, you find yourself lamenting in annoyance. You wanted to get out of here quickly. Through one set of doors was a catwalk leading beside a time. One little blinking red light catches your attention. While the thing is familiar, you can’t make sense of it.
Though you try to walk by, a little voice stops you.
“I’m different.”
“Hm.” you have places to be, and you really can’t spend time with..whatever this is. “Nice ch–”
“Icarus flew to the sun on waxen wings, desperate for its warm embrace.Though gentle to the earth, the sun was not gentle to man. Icarus burnt,falling to the cold sea.”
“..Nice chat.” you mutter, thoroughly disturbed by the little thing as you passed by another set of doors. It’s just mythology. And not even accurate mythology.
There’s something familiar about all of this, though you couldn't put it in words. Something like deja vu, which seemed outrageously silly to you. Until you heard a voice, muffled behind a set of doors.
“I should probably bring you up to speed on something,right about now.”
Familiar. You decide. Like someone you’d heard before. You swear you recognize it, but you can't puzzle it out. You passed through the squeaky set of doors, glancing briefly down at the floor of tattered checkerboard,unaligned and broken, concrete raised precariously out of the ground that you had to step around to avoid
Familiar, you frown as you walk through the hallway and see it. Him, more like. A robot, followed closely by a brunette woman in a jumper with something in her hands. Their backs were turned to you while they walked, and while he talked.
You know where you are, and you felt silly for not realizing it sooner. A game you played as a kid, and what the hell were you doing here?
Though the robot wasn’t just a core, he did have arms and legs and a body as anyone would expect of an android..but the core for a head. Weird, you decided.
“In order to Escape, we have to pass through Her chamber…and she will most definitely kill us. If she's awake”
Your foot slips against a checkered tile, and it slides a few inches ahead of you, clattering around with the sound of fragile glass. It gives both the android and the woman pause. The woman looks over her shoulder, and her gaze narrows as she spots you. The android, on the other hand, starts walking over without another thought “Oh, Hello! Are you staff? You must be staff, since there isn’t anyone–” he pauses,optic blinking wide”er–ignore that, nothing’s wrong with the folks in suspension! Heh..-uhm..” he taps his hands together as you stare between him and the woman standing rigid behind him.
He follows your gaze and after a moment, he waves dismissively “her? She’s a bit brain damaged, you know how they are when they come out of it! Can’t speak at all..” he squints “I think.”
“Right.” You mutter. The moment you speak, the core’s head turns back around and he exclaims
“Ah-! You speak. Great, really great. I was getting a little tired of being the only voice in the room. uhm..So- I’m trying to get this one out of here. She seems eager enough, and er..that’s..that’s not going to be a problem, is it?”
“Ah..No, not at all.” why you were going along with what the moron set for you, pretending to be a member of aperture, you weren’t sure. To avoid suspicion? Chell, however, seemed perfectly suspicious of you, not moving from where she stood on the far side of the room. “She’s offline, as it were,so…testing can’t really er..happen.”
“Right.” the core nods, turning back around on his heels as he keeps walking after chell, talking loudly “So, to recap. Facility? Brink of destruction,totally unstable. Unfixable, even. Getting the lady-and myself-out of here through her..her chambers.” He grunts and shies away from the door once it starts opening from Chell’s proximity to it. “Actually– hold on, wait, we don’t have to. We should just– leave it be, yeah we should leave her be and–” the door reaches the top, and in a heap of dirt, dust and botanic life was a humanoid figure with an oblong head, optic partially hanging out of the ‘head’ “Whew– she’s off.” Wheatley mutters, hanging to the side of the doorway for a moment as Chell trudged ahead of him without stopping. You followed after the human and robot, and Wheatley whistled.
“There she is..” he steps delicately over her body while you walk around her “Nasty piece of work she was–right?” he looks at you with a wide optic.
“Right.”
Wheatley jogs to keep up with Chell, and you followed suit “A proper maniac she was, really. Word of mouth? She killed everyone in the facility once. Railway operations department was not happy about that.” he shakes his head. “Know who took her down, in the end? A human. Like you too. All flesh and bones took her down.Not much known about him. Just..took her out and went and uh..no one’s seen him since.” you almost find the prattling amusing. If you weren’t trying to figure out a whole different matter of how to get out of here. “And uh…not much has happened since. Just..a lot of quiet and then us escaping now so er..yeah don’t touch anything.”
While Chell walks ahead of the two of you, Wheatley just keeps on talking, which you don’t particularly mind filling the silence. “This place has seen better days,certainly. I’m er– glad that she’s gone, of course. But it was a lot cleaner when she was awake. There’s this one fellow I know? Obnoxious with the cleaning ‘this is messy’, ‘this chamber is filled with bones’, ‘this track is broken and i can’t fix it,what if someone comes’, just prattling, really.” he huffs “not the best of guys, either. My standards are..not everyone’s, of course. Probably fine. Probably a fine guy but uhm..he wanted to turn her back on. Tried to, too, I think. Dunno how that went down but seeing as she’s still off…safe to say he failed, i’d think.” you’re not even sure who the hell he’s talking about, but it is filling the silence, so you don’t interrupt him,for his own sake. “Ah, we’re coming upon a drop. Rusted bars n’ all. Might want to watch your head. And your feet. And maybe..” he glances over at you, squinted and scrutinizing. “You..don’t have fall boots.”
“Nope.”
“Well, that is definitely an issue, considering the drop. I mean, you humans are plenty fragile without the danger of drops or injuries or blood or–well actually, no, a drop like that might be fine, if you can stand a broken bone or two. Though, we don't actually have any way to reset the bone, so as long as you’re fine with a permanently odd leg, then it should be perfectly fine.” he eyes the drop over Chell’s shoulder, and starts up again “uh–lady, think you’ve got the boots to sp–” Chell jumps off of the railing without a second thought, hitting the floor rough and stable. She briefly turns, looking back up at the railing, before she takes a step back to rest against a wall. She’s waiting, now.
Wheatley glances down at the drop again, and squints “Actually, now thinking about it, a human’s head would split like a melon from a height like this. So, a good bit of advice doesn't land on it. Or your arms, either. They'll break like the legs. So uh..don’t go head-first. Or arms first. And especially not elbows first. I don’t have elbows, but if i did, i wouldn't want to fall on those. Or–actually, judging it..it is probably too high to jump without long fall boots. so…Metal man, Human..person.” he squints “More likely to survive a good old fall, yeah? Not made of plastic and all that.”
“You’d probably be fine.”
“Well...i did fall off my management rail and was perfectly fine, so..” Wheatley hums as he stares down at the drop. Unceremoniously, you were thrown over the android’s shoulder, which hurt far more than it should’ve, and dropped back onto your feet after the jump. “Et Voila!” Wheatley hums with a little flourish of his arms ``perfectly intact, the both of us.” Chell bumps her shoulder off the wall as she turns around the corner..to another set of catwalks. Wheatley yelps not long after, staring directly below himself “Ah- I do not recommend looking down, awful long fall…Ah-! Just done it again, terrible..This place just goes down. Miles and miles really. All sealed off years ago, of course.” The robot mutters, metal hand gripping the bars to the catwalk far too tightly as he shambled after Chell.
A silent woman on a mission, she was. Understandably so. A desire for freedom from the hell that aperture was at its core. A Tumor of unethical practices and a lack of humanity or morality.
Chell pauses upon coming across the main breaker room, and wheatley walks around her, squinting at the wall of buttons “Alright,” he chirps “So, there should be a switch labeled ‘ESCAPE POD’, don’t touch anything else. Not interested in anything else. Don't Touch anything else. Don't even Look at anything else, just--well, obviously you've got to look at everything else to find ESCAPE POD, but as soon as you've looked at something and it doesn't say ESCAPE POD, look at something else, look at the next thing. Alright? But don't touch anything else or look at any--well, look at other things, but don't... you understand." Wheatley rambles on as his head turns this way and that, searching up the wall of levers and switches with a narrowed pupil, humming to himself “No..no.. movement controls, interesting– no. nothing else. Lights…mmmnh no nothing else.” In a fluid movement, the android spins halfway to face you and Chell.
“Tell you what, Might be easier if I'm plugged into the system. And..the lights. Might need the lights. So just plug me on in and I'll turn on the lights.” You were going to ask how exactly to go about that, before Chell pulls a long cable from the main breaker, plugging the cable into the back of Wheatley’s head as he turns back around to the system. The lights flash on at once, and both you and the woman cover your eyes briefly as Wheatley gestures “Let there be light!”
“That’s uh…god. I was quoting god..” Wheatley trails off slowly, and when met with an awkward silence by both you and the mute woman, he grunts “Tough crowd.”
There was an issue you hadn’t considered. Glados. She was going to turn on, throw Wheatley to rubble and throw Chell into testing, but just what would she do with an outlier? And Anomaly, more like? A wrench in the plan, even. You’re not entirely certain you wanted to find out.
But aperture rarely left time for pondering, as the platform started to turn slowly, and Chell wobbled on her feet, grasping behind her for anything to hold onto. “Oh, it’s turning!” Wheatley chimes nervously as he laughs “Ominous..but fine, as long as it doesn’t start moving up. Now..escape pod..escape pod.” he trails off quietly to himself. The platform whirrs loudly as it starts moving up, and the robot grunts “Ah it is–it’s moving up.” he hunches over the control panel as he talks “Okay! No, don’t worry. Don’t worry at all, it can fix this, I can fix it–fixing it…now” Wheatley’s pupil shrinks to a pinprick as he looks above himself. “No..makes it go faster..uh-oh..”
“Can you still fix it?”
“Listen– don’t panic, stop panicking” Chell watches the robot with a stony expression as the main breaking clicks into place at the ground level. “I Can, I Can still fix this, I can still stop it.” Wheatley glances down at the main breaker as the intercom whirrs to life
“Powerup initiated.” Daunting, that’s what that is. A message in dead air of what’s to come. A very large part of yourself hopes that Glados finds you an interesting anomaly and keeps you alive.
“Ohh that is not good” Wheatley mutters “ah- oh.there’s password. That is..fine. I‘ll just hack it. Not a problem.” You’d say you and chell beg to differ.
As Wheatley tries to hack the password combination by combination, Chell’s expression steels at the sight of the android’s figure being lifted up from the ground by pipes and wires connected through the back of her neck. Her legs were in a state of disrepair, one torn with red and blue wiring spilling out of it, and blue and yellow sparks flew as water dripped out of cracked casing. Her head slowly rises and falls backwards while sparks flew from her head, optic pulling itself back in and establishing a connection.
“Can you help at all?” Wheatley mutters “I think…I did B already. Someone needs to write this down. Grab a pen or–”
“Powerup Complete.”
“Okay, okay alright. This is fine. Just be nice– totally nice, act natural, we’ve done nothing wrong.” Glados’ head falls forward as her optic constricts and contracts, before ultimately focusing on Chell, who stares right back at her. Without a lick of fear, that one. “Hello!” Wheatley chirps.
“Oh.” Glados’ steps forward and broken legs. It nearly looks like levitating,pulling along by the tubing out of her head “It’s you.”
Wheatley’s head spins to look between you and Chell. A silent woman, but her glare gives her away “You know her?” he questions.
“It’s been a long time.” Glados chides smoothly, not paying any mind to you nor the core, focused on Chell “How have you been?” Chell’s eyebrow twitches. You conclude that this ‘long time no see’ tone of phrase isn’t all that pleasing to the woman “I’ve been really busy being dead.” Glados breathes without the need to “You know, after you murdered me.”
“You did what?”
Two claws descend from above Glados’ chassis, lifting chell up from the hand, though if she were in pain, she betrays nothing to Glados. It’s commendable..if not worrying. Wheatley on the other hand, is lifted from the head, screaming “No no no—No no no-Agh!” Sparks flew as the wire connecting him by the head to the main breaker was ripped out and clattered by your feet.
“Okay, look. We both said things that you’re going to regret.” glados’ head doesn’t even turn to regard the core before the claw drops and grabs, crushing Wheatley's outer casing,and his optic blinks out as the claw tosses the body into a heap across from her. Something about even that reads to you now as restraint, exerting Control, even. Crushing the core as to not crush her enemy. “But I think we can put our differences aside. For science. You monster.”
As the claw slowly drags Chell over the incinerator, Glados’ voice takes on a lighter tone,body being dragged along by wires “I will say though, that since you went to all the trouble of waking me up, you must really really love to test. I love it too. There’s just one small thing we have to take care of, first.” You watch as the claw drops the woman into the incinerator. Only once it closes and the claw rises up and away, does Glados turn slowly around to regard you. The anomaly.
Glados’s optic stares down at you, a blinding yellow light amidst the decay, and you shrink back a step, towards the heap of scrap that Wheatley currently was, laying in a broken pile. The robot’s angular body shifts forwards as she walks towards you, wires dragging slowly behind her broken legs. Commanding, that’s what you think of her in person. She commands a respect about her, and she was downright scary, even smaller than you’d seen her in the game.
“You are not permitted to be here.” She states. Not a question. An objective, undeniable fact. “You are not a test subject.” Glados has no panels to her optic, like the core. It’s far harder to read her ‘expressions’ beyond tone of voice. The monotony of it doesn’t help you one bit. Mad? Intrigued? Civil? You couldn’t be sure.
“Yeah.” you trail off, not denying the fact.
Wires spill out behind her legs as she walks straight towards you, looming over your head.”What are you doing here?”
You don’t have an answer for her. What would you say, something as childish as ‘i dunno’? Absolutely not. So you lie. “..Studying.”
The robot’s head tilts backward as she scrutinizes you. Or at least, you certainly feel as though she was. ‘Go.”
“What?”
“Study.” She states, turning slowly on her heel. “When the incinerator is operational, your study ends.” You don’t like the sound of that. It’s not malice, but it’s undeniable that in the robot’s view, you were an intruder of some sort. “Take the core with you.’ It’s not a request for you to do so, she was telling you to leave and take the core with you through a different door she had opened.
“Why?” You don’t know exactly what compels you to ask. To question Her, while she’s telling you your time is limited. You don’t have the seconds to waste, and yet you were.
“A test.” she doesn’t turn around, nor turn her head to stare at you. Instead, she regards her facility in such a state of disrepair. “Humans are made of Will, in theory. She proves it.” You’d think that might be the nicest thing she’s said of Chell. “Either she is an anomaly, or you will prove it as well.” So it’s a test for you to get answers about her.
You don’t have it in you to stay any longer in the room with a homicidal rogue AI who is still currently upset from the encounter with her murderer, instead quickly hooking your arms around the broken core’s body and dragging him along with you back through the door, which slams shut as soon as you were through it.
Wheatley Whirrs back to life not long after, on the catwalks. You had dropped him not moments ago, the strain being too much to bear on your arms. He sits up, searching and bewildered as you laid your hands on your knees, breathing hard. Solid metal, you’re frankly surprised you got this far. A single turn away from the door you were allowed through.
“Oh…this is not good.” Wheatley mumbles as his cracked optic looks this way and that, constricting and contracting. A constriction too small for the iris, and sparks would fly “Agh-”
“Thank god.” You mutter “Heavy metal.”
“What?”
“You. Are heavy.” You point with one hand as you straighten back up, turning your head around to stare down the seemingly endless line the catwalks made.
“Well, yes, I’m-I’m made of solid metal and titanium bearings, of course i would be heavy. Not exactly meant to be carried. Or to do the carrying– really, but i did, if you’ll remember–”
“We’ve got to go.” You decide, squinting. In the first place, you needed to find some way for Wheatley to fix himself up. His optic hanging that loosely out of the ‘socket’ couldn’t be good, neither were the tears and large cracks in the casing. Wires hanging out of the top of his head.
“You what?”
“We’re running on borrowed time.” you don't wait for him to get onto his feet, although you reasonably should’ve. Now that you’re not carrying a hunk of dead-weight metal with no-functional springs, you’re running on adrenaline. Not healthy, doesn’t feel good at all. You wonder how chell was going to fair was the slightly drug-induced testing tracks.
You don’t actually like remembering the game, in this case. It’s bothering you immensely already, what’s to come.
Wheatley scrambles after you on wobbly legs as he stares around himself wildly “Look, I’m all for an escape plan. Clearly. Planned to escape her. Think it was a pretty good plan, if i do say for myself–which i am, really. It was a good one, if that main breaker had agreed with me. You know, all the bots down in the wiring department really should condemn a machine like that. Definitely wasn’t supposed to raise. I don’t think so, anyways. Broken as a heap–”
“But?”
“aha..Uhm. But this is ‘by the seat of our pants’, as it were, right?” Wheatley questions, shambling after you “i mean you certainly don’t know where we’re going, Scientists aren’t allowed behind the catwalks–and that's not to say that you wouldn’t be able to direct us, i’m sure you’d be great at it, but i have some idea of where we are and let me tell you, it is far too close to her.”
“I know. It isn’t a good plan.”
“So you agree, good, good.” You glance over your shoulder, just a touch offended. Wheatley’s iris contracts and sparks fly as he nervously backtracks “Like i said, like i said, i’m sure you’d be great at it if you knew where we were.”
“You’re welcome for carrying you.” you chided as you headed through a set of doors. Ultimately, he was right. You haven’t a clue where the hell you were right now. In the game, you would’ve been testing, there was no need to really know where the catwalks lead
“Right–yes, thank you. Greatly appreciated. Wouldn’t much care for being left to uh..die.”
“Who gave you and Her the concept of death?” you question while you walk. Filling the silence now. The chatterbox surely could fill it.
“Well- you would know, wouldn’t you? I don’t. They don’t exactly apply a ‘made by’ sticker.”
“Right. I haven’t been here in awhile. Excuse any lapses.”
“Totally excused!” Wheatley chirps “Actually, now that I think of it, this is a great plan. Get away from her, and then we can come up with something else.” and he claps his hands together with a metal thud “Oh! Great idea. We go get Her, the brain damaged one? Seems perfectly capable, that one.” he pauses, and you’re certain he’s staring at the back of your head, expecting some sort of back-talk “Obviously not to say that you and I aren’t perfectly capable, but apparently she killed Her before?” he stumbles right into his own plan a little “Oh! Hold on, really, that’s good. We get her to shut Her off, and then the three of us escape! The musketeers, our little trio’ll be, right?”
“Maybe shutting her off isn’t the best of ideas–”
“Think about it! I mean really think about it. Chances are, you die twice, you’re not coming back a third time, right? Just need to make sure the death sticks this time, like J– actually..shouldn’t say that.” the core grunts as you both pass through another set of open doors.
“Maybe.” You haphazardly agree. You really don’t like knowing what’s to come. “First things first, though, have to get you fixed up.”
“Right. Definitely, priorities in order. Put myself in working order, retrieve her, defeat Her, escape! One issue though, No spare parts. Another issue, no spare optics on hand. Third issue–”
The sound of other voices stunt you both in your tracks. The sound of yelling, arguing and monotony bothers you a great deal. What? They weren’t supposed to be anywhere near here.
“Fact, Adventure core is a Crass excuse for Indiana Jones.”
“What!? Have you got an oil leak in your main chambers? Indy is a crass excuse for Me.”
“I think…Indiana Jones should’ve gone to Space!”
Despite your apprehension, Wheatley goes jogging ahead of you with a tone of delight “Others! Isn’t that great?”
“Hold on–”
Now you’re shambling to keep up with a broken robot.
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prev anon here again!! here's my request (i hope it's okay to mix fandoms?) :}
could you write something involving hux, wheatley, and glados "comforting" (in big quotation marks) the reader who's having a bad bout of the monthly cramps? like, so bad they literally can't walk without crying lmao. i'd love if the reader was already in an established relationship with the bot(s) but you can make it non-romantic if you want!
absolutely, dear. more than okay to mix fandoms <3. i decided to do hcs and small drabbles for all 3. im so sorry this took so long im actually having bad cramps rn. thank you for the request! i had a lot of fun writing this.
established relations with reader below, gender neutral, no pronouns used (afab anatomy).
hux / the singularity.
- he is terrible at emotional comfort due to his logical approach, but he tries! its only through words mostly but as time goes on, he gets forms of "treatment" (heating pads, medicine).
- it first started when you walked, pain so blinding that you felt tears come to your eyes. he noticed this immediately.
- "what is the matter?" he'd ask and you try to explain it to him. you explain that it was monthly cramps as you felt like doubling over.
- he simply picks you up with his claw and rests you on a nearby couch.
"growth hurts," he mused as he remained in front of you resting on the couch. his entire body jolted, head ticking to the side with rough movement. he lifted a mechanical leg to rest it on the couch next to your seated position. he hoisted himself up and spun quickly, sitting himself down alongside you. "it often does." you lifted your eyes to him, leaning aside to rest your head against his fleshy, pulsating arm. you closed your eyes, allowing the tears in your eyes to trail down your face. your chest heaved with each quiet sniffle and sob of agony as your stomach sent another wave of contraction.
"quit blabbering," you pressed your teeth into your tongue. "it will not help." you opened up your eyes to turn your head up to him.
"i know, i'm sorry. it-" you choked on a small whimper. "it just hurts, hux." your voice cracked as you whispered up to him, tears obscuring your vision. the only clear thing were his glowing, red eyes as he stared down at you for what seemed like an eternity.
"it will all be over soon. do not fret, my worm."
wheatley.
- he cant provide much, but if you like hearing him babble to help distract.
- he noticed tears in your eyes as you twisted in your chair in an uncomfortable, painful way.
- VERY concerned. he noticed your pain right away! he's scared, almost terrified of seeing you in pain.
- "are you okay?! hey, what's wrong? y-you dont need to cry, you know!" and when you explain to him..
"oh, OH! wait, you- oh! hold on, it's okay, oh, please don't cry. don't cry!" wheatley stammered, beginning to tick his ocean blue eye all over the room, as if he was searching for something. "umm, what to do... what to do- i've never done this before. at least, i don't think so-"
"wheatley," you rasped out quietly through the mounting pain, smiling as he talked himself through the situation. you glanced up to the sky blue eye that was now dilated, shaking as it focused on you.
"shhh, shh, its okay! give me one second! you'll love this." you couldn't help but silently chuckle as you watched the small robot steer himself on the rail with the occasional spark letting loose from his eye plates. "you'll... you'll need to catch me." he gave no further warning; he ejected himself from his rail with an incoherent blabber, crashing into your arms. the force was enough to knock your limbs back, making him slam into your already hurting abdomen. you let out a pained yelp and he returned it with one of his own.
"sorry, sorry! j-just a mishap! didn't expect that-" you looked down at him, cradling him into your arms. "butterfingers, ha!"
glados.
- much like hux, she is terrible at comfort. she seems cruel but this is in her tone of voice. her comfort? observation.
- she didnt notice it at first. so when she saw you walking, tears streaming down your face and mouth screwed in a grimace, she was confused. she thought you were injured.
- "what is going on? what happened?" she does sound concerned with a hint of confusion. "what have you gotten yourself into now?" you explain that you're not *injured* but simply in pain from your monthly.
- an awkward silence afterward. it doesnt last long.
"your resilience is commendable, but unnecessary." her monotone voice rang out as the yellow pupil stared down at your agonized form. "do not move." all of the panels surrounding the room shift in wave like motions, almost masking a hissing noise from around you. you turned your head from side to side to see glass panels rising up, entrapping you in a transparent cell. she looked on as you panicked, nearly falling against one of the glass panel walls. when you looked back to her, vision blurry from the tears still pooling in your eyes, she swayed aside as if she was monitoring your every move. you blinked several times, attempting to focus your vision.
"glados," you hissed out through grit teeth as you squeezed your arms around yourself tighter in hopes to lessen the pain of your contracting muscles. "what are you doing?"
"i need to think," she swung her chassis closer to your glass prison, almost completely taking up your clearing vision. you blinked rapidly to gain focus. "observation is crucial."
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Happy Holidays to everyone! Huge shout out to @portal-secret-santa as always for being EXTREMELY patient with me as I fail to get my prompts again this year (We figured out WHY and shouldn't have problems anymore, but WOW it took a bit to figure it out.)
Anyways. My person is @radioproto ! A fellow Wheatley enjoyer! Sorry if this is too non specific, I looked through the blog but still had NO idea what to do aside from just an X Reader. I mean, I did include Fact just so you technically had both in one present...? So hopefully a present for you and the rest of the fellow Wheat kissers is good enough!
Also, here's an AO3 version!
Mistletoe Mayhap (Wheatley X GN!Reader)
Note: Does NOT include "Y/N" or talking for Reader, with minimal responses or descriptions for the sake of immersion.
Word Count: 1,213
“Sorry- You want to hang up a MISSILE?” Wheatley gawked. Well, as much as a core could, anyways. Fact sighed, optics pinching shut with a small clink of metal.
“MistleTOE, Wheatley. The plant?” He opened the lower plate, barely looking up to meet the blue optic of the fellow core.
“Plant? Mate, we have an entire tree! Threw lights and small little trinkets all over its branches, PLUS that star thing on top. Spacey was EXTREMELY excited on that one. WOULD NOT stop talking about it so I'm FAIRLY certain-” Wheatley paused when he heard one of the claws the cores were using to decorate picking up something, and Fact held up a plant book of some kind, page turned to a small bushel of plants. Two words stood out in the center of the page, indicating what the said plants were. "Holly" and "Mistletoe."
“These.” Fact spoke up.
“Ah.” Wheatley squinted, trying to stretch his optic slightly to see. He read the description of Mistletoe. “OK… "Scientifically called" blah blah blah… "More commonly called Mistletoe… Poisonous plant when consumed," that's grim for… "A holiday staple?" Really? "Traditionally hung up from the ceiling, and when two people are under it…"” Wheatley suddenly wheeled back on his railing, immediately feeling like his processor was heating up, and his fans whirred to life to cool him down.
“I figured you would like an excuse.” Fact set the book back and closed it as he just rolled his eye.
“An excuse for wot?”
“Kissing a certain test subject. You know who.” Fact looked over at Wheatley as he said that. The fans kicked up another notch. “I figured that if you weren't going to say something, out of whatever fears you have, that it would give you an excuse if they didn't reciprocate. Play it off as just a traditional thing and cut your losses.”
“Wh- Hey! Do you SERIOUSLY think they're going to reject me?!” Wheatley defended. Then thought about it a moment longer, handles faltering as he clarified. “...Would they actually, you think?”
“I never said that.” Fact glanced over as he grabbed a plant, assumedly the one in question, and handed it over to Wheatley. Doing so in an underhanded motion just so he didn't hold it above him and Wheatley. “I'm entirely neutral to whether or not you two work out, I was merely offering a way for you to try to find out if they DO like you, that gives you an easy out if they DON'T.”
“...Huh.” Was all Wheatley could muster. He looked at the plant… Then slid off on his railing to find somewhere to hang it.
It wasn't a big party. It was only two other cores, the two testing robots, GLaDOS, the companion cube as a VIP, and both Fact and Wheatley. Oh, but mostly some turrets facing away from the door and "talking" amongst themselves, and someone thankfully had the foresight to mark out where they'd not only be put, but where their eyesight ended. That was for the last guest.
A certain test subject that had to equally watch their steps around the turrets, much like P-Body and Atlas, who were currently dancing to the holiday tunes newly coded into the radio, curtsy of GLaDOS, much like the fruitcake on the table. It was just a fake decoration since nobody could eat, but it was decoration for any other human Christmas party too, so it was fine.
Wheatley watched as they entered from his corner of the room. It was one end of the table that had the fake fruitcake, that wasn't near any of the turrets, GLaDOS was on the other end, and most importantly, had the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling above him. He just flexed his handle up and down as he nervously waited for them. Mercifully, it didn't take long for them to walk over to talk to him.
“Oh-Oh! Ello! Happy holidays, luv.” Wheatley's smile was obvious through his voice as he spoke. They regarded him with a grin and nod. “So uh, this might take you for a shock, you'll wanna hear this. Me and Fact over there, yeah? Pink optic guy? Decorated this whole space! By ourselves. Managed to set everything up! Well uh, not the fruitcake though. SHE did that one, not sure why though THAT'S decoration...” The test subject still looked around the room and did some small claps for him. “Hm-? Oh! Thank you! Glad you seem to like it then. That 's all… Accurate and things. Being honest, cards on the table, Fact definitely manages to gather up how to decorate this place properly like humans very well. Nicely done, all in a good day's work on his part. And-And myself of course. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I DO want to give myself SOME credit, y'know?”
Then they glanced up, spotting the plant. Here it goes…
“What's uh- What's that you spot?” Wheatley looked up, feigning surprise as best he could. “Ooooohhh… Look at that! That's that mistletoe thing, yeah? Isn't that rather-”
“...Wheatley, that's Holly.” Fact piped up, rolling over to them.
“Wot?” Wheatley turned to him.
“Holly has the pointed leaves and red berries. MISTLETOE has smooth leaves and white berries.”
“...Ah. I- hm. I seem to have gotten my plants mixed up.” He glanced over at the tester muffling a laugh. “Not! Y'know ENTIRELY my fault. I read up on this FAIRLY well, and in everything I saw they seemed PRET-TY sure the thing was spiky and-and RED. Very BRIGHT shade of red, might I add.”
“Fact: That is a bold face lie-”
“And here's a fact: YOU handed that plant to me.” He growled out.
“I thought the ONE BOOK I showed you said it was Holly.”
“There were TWO ENTRIES in the middle! How was I supposed to know which one was what?!”
“It DESCRIBED what the plant looked like!”
“Well! That's…! Good to know!” Wheatley huffed. Fact just groaned and rolled away.
“...So uh. Egg on my face, I guess. Yeah… Yeah I hung it up. Caught red handed, so to speak. Red handled, for me and my case I guess?” Wheatley dryly laughed, fans whirring more obviously as he lowered his railing down to them. “I uh… I guess what I was trying to do is… Not exactly a secret anymore. I uh, wouldn't exactly BLAME you if-if you don't want to. Especially seeing as it's not ACTUALLY mistletoe- Ah!”
Wheatley paused as the bottom panel of his optic got a kiss pressed up against it.
Oh. Oh they were anyways.
Wheatley took care that he actually stayed quiet. Kisses meant no talking, right? So he just, gently shut his eye, pressing his optic into it, to reciprocate as best he could.
When it ended, he felt the world around him almost melting away as he just focused on them.
“Oh WOW. So uh. So that's a kiss. Yeah, I can see why humans like it so much, feels nice, makes you all warm. In a good way. VERY very good way. Not complaining one bit about that. In fact uh. Could I have another?”
With their nod, Wheatley shut his eye, and felt a now familiar press into said optic.
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Imagine: Celebrating the New Year with Wheatley
(Gender Neutral Reader)
Down in the depths of the Aperture Science Enrichment Center it becomes incredibly difficult to tell time. Most clocks are either broken or out of battery. Any atomic clocks that might have adorned a desk were damaged beyond repair. Two things, however, have never let you down. The first is your always chatty companion, Wheatley. The second: the moon.
You catch glimpses of the beautiful celestial body in a very certain room. You’re on a higher level of the facility for sure, although through the years the floor level designations have long since worn away. There is a hole, large and rotten around the edges as the ceiling tiles wear away from rain. You can see through countless floors, countless miles up, until the moon- sublime and beaming- takes up the star-pocked sky.
You had developed a simple moon calendar based on one Wheatley had mentioned during his rambling stories, and he even gave you a starting date to help. While you couldn’t be sure of his accuracy, you could at least be appreciative of his help. As often as you can, the two of you would return to the room for respite and to add a notch onto your calendar. One night as the two of you chat away about nothing, something comes to Wheatley.
“Oh! Love, mark on that calendar- lovely job by the way, amazing idea I had and you completed, teamwork- it’s New Year’s Eve! You humans take that seriously, don’t you? That whole Y2K incident and all.” His optic rolled at the mention of that. Although you weren’t quite paying attention past his first statement.
“It’s New Years Eve?” You repeated it back to him. It couldn’t possibly be New Years Eve. There’s no fanfare, no fireworks- the world is silent. To be fair, there is no one to celebrate it around here. Just Wheatley, GLaDOS, and you; you highly doubt GLaDOS would be holding a New Years Eve party. “Wheatley, how long until midnight?”
“Around...” He pauses for a moment, glancing up at nothing. “Two hours. Love, I know New Years is important to you humans, but- don’t know if you noticed- we have no traditional means of celebration.”
You clap your hands together and start putting your plan into motion. Wheatley watches you from the position you had put him on a desk, commenting and questioning here and there. You string some rusty paperclips into a chain and hang it using some spare push-pins- really hoping whoever had you asleep kept you up on your tetanus shots- and get to work cutting out some firework shapes from colored printer paper to tape to the walls.
“You like fireworks, Love?” Wheatley asked, oddly quiet for his usual rambling self.
“Well, they are loud, but they’re beautiful. The colors glowing against the dark night sky...” Some sadness creeps up on you as you’re cutting out the fireworks, but you push it back down and continue crafting. “Anyways, it really is beautiful. These little things don’t really compare.” You chuckle as you hold up one of them for Wheatley to see. “I think they’re cute though!” You start pinning them to the wall.
“Y’know, Love, I’ve never actually seen them- well, never footage of them at least. Never been out of here anyway, no management rail up and all. I-... Like yours.” His eye is looking at anything but you at this point. He sputters “Could’ve done some science to make them glow- not hard of course, for a core of my intellect.” You giggle and his optic meets your eyes again. As you walk over to him you smile, taking a seat on the desk at a nice spot where you could see both the moon and your little craft project.
“Time check, Wheatley?” You cradle him on your lap, gazing wistfully at the heavenly body.
“From my extensive calculations- very hard to do, by way, very complex- I would say its about to be a minute from New Years Day. I’ve heard you humans- silly things you are- like to count down the seconds. You start from... Ten, I believe?”
“You’re right, we humans are silly... Lets count down, okay, Wheats?” The sadness from before starts to weigh on you. How long has is been since you’ve been outside? Seen the world, seen any kind of civilization or people... Hearing him begin to count snaps you out of it. You join him, rhythmically counting down the seconds until you finally reach the end. You see no fanfare in the sky, hear no booming of fireworks or clinking of glasses. Just the unending silence and creaking of a facility long forgotten.
“Happy New Year, Love...” Wheatley whispers, a rare quiet in his voice. “Thank you- for the fireworks and sparkly banners... Its the best one I’ve ever had.” His kind words are exactly what you needed. You look to your wall of crafts, the paper clips twinkling in the light and your crude paper cut outs finding new meaning.
“Happy New Year, my dear.” You whisper back, holding him close and putting a gentle kiss on his metal chassis. He doesn’t respond, but the gentle whirring of his fans lulls you into peace. Eyes still gazing up at the moon.
#portal fanfiction#Portal 2#portal wheatley#portal 2 fanfiction#Wheatley x reader#Wheatley x you#fluff#portal fluff#portal 2 fluff#wheatley#fanfiction#fanfic#self insert fanfic#self insert#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#Wheatley/reader#Wheatley/y/n#I wrote this draft 2 years ago#bruh it looped around to future new years
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Portal (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Wheatley (Portal)/Reader
Characters: Wheatley (Portal), GN!Reader - Character, Gender-Neutral Reader - Character, Reader
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, References to Depression, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Android!Wheatley, Kind of Human!Wheatley, Aka Wheatley has a body, First Kiss
Summary:
Portal 2 content? In 2023? It's more likely than you think. Just a little short, self-indulgent piece about Wheatley comforting the reader when they're sad.
#wedontdeservethefics#i was possessed and wrote this#i just played portal 2 for this first time#yknow only 11 years after it came out#anyways#i can see why our boy wheat was a tumblr sexy man#i love him. sm#so uhhhh enjoy this short little thing!#wheatley#wheatley portal 2#portal#portal 2#drabble#wheatley x reader#human!wheately#android!wheatley#portal 2 drabble#portal drabble#yippee!!#ao3
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i saw demands for wheats requests and i arose from my slumber
could we please have some domestic wheatley/reader? just little things like what day to day life with wheatley is like, can be romantic or platonic, whichever you prefer to write about!
thank you so much!!! :))
Oh my God yes!!! (I'll have him be human for this one so it's easier for me to write if that's okay)
Human!Wheatley x Reader (Domestic) 💙🤖
Dude, Wheatley practically screams malewife material
Like he usually starts the day by getting himself ready (letting you lie in for a few extra minutes or hours, letting you rest <3) before gently shaking you awake
"Hey..love? It's..um, it's time to get up now..!"
Day to day life with him is quite nice, as he'll help out with the chores and stuff
But one of his favourite things to do is to just cuddle up with you on the couch (bonus points if one or both of you fall asleep <3)
Sometimes you could be doing the dishes and then suddenly Wheatley would wrap his arms around you from behind :>
Please for the love of God, if Wheatley is just sitting down, start pressing small kisses against his face because he'll just melt into your touch
^^ he would also do the same to you if he was feeling really affectionate that day
When you guys go to bed, Wheatley is either the big spoon or the little spoon if you guys decide to cuddle while going to sleep.
^^If he's the big spoon, then expect him to have one arm wrapped around you and another arm stroking your hair as he tells you how much he loves you
^^^If he's the little spoon, then expect him to fall asleep in your arms as he's holding one of you hands close to his face
Overall, Wheatley is a good partner to have <3
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Study and chill with me [Wheatley x reader]
Notes: gn reader, no uses of reader pronouns, core! Wheatley, reader is in school [college, high, Etc], not Canon portal/half life universe, reader is not Chell, reader doesn't know much of Aperture Science.
"I don't think I'm gonna make it, Wheatley" you say, as you sit back down at your desk, after an hour break because you got too stressed out. "I'm sure you can!" Wheatley said, as you sit him down next to your computer. This week has killed your process of doing homework, due to you having certain days scheduled to do your homework (just enough to get everything done), and then ending up getting A terrible headache on one of those days.
"Maybe we can go to that one coffee shop, that always helps you feel productive" Wheatley says with his eye shut, nodding. "Na, this heat is killer" you start up your computer as you say this."for me and you" you think back at the beginning of summer, where Wheatley almost over heated, because you had to take the bus, and he wanted to go with you.
"True, true" Wheatley says watching as you go to YouTube, to get some lofi beats playing, then as you went to another tab. You always insist on setting up the TV in the living room for Wheatley, whenever you need to do homework. You always worry about being too stressed, and barking at Wheatley, but it actually works out quite well for you. You're unsure as to why, perhaps he understands that you need quiet to focus, or maybe the lofi calling him down, perhaps a mixture of both. But every time you're done with homework, Wheatley is fast asleep, and you need to take him to the bed to get comfortable.
You pick up your pin, ready to get started (again). Your process: skim through the text, read the question, open a new Google tab for the answer. It just works (sometimes). You look at Wheatley, every once and awhile, for peace of mind. He's always quietly watching you, he likes doing that, usually to ask you questions, but instead of asking he just stares.
One more page to go, your home free. You rush through them, do to tiredness and inpatients. You stand up finally done, you flip through the pages to see if you missed any questions. you sigh, thankfull that you didn't. You look to Wheatley, and as always he's asleep by the end of you studying. You pick him up and set him on your bed, you then go over to your light, to dim it .
You sit down on the bed, after you turned your computer off, and lay down with Wheatley close to you chest, like an stuffed animal. You go on your phone, to check the bus schedule. "Shit, early morning bus" you say in an hush whisper, as to not disturb Wheatley, and go to set an alarm for 6:00 AM. Your gonna be so tired tomorrow, but you don't care right now, it's time for sleep.
You hold Wheatley, in your arms, rocking back and forth in perpetual motion, and soon your eyes close completely for the night (this time with out A YouTube video, in the background).
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blah blah blah - wheatley x transmasc reader
warnings: use of the t slur, passing out
You laid on the living room couch, your binder still on. You could barely breathe, but it didn't matter. You couldn't bare to look at yourself anymore. The agony in your soul filled your body with guilt.
Why did you have to be like this? You just had to be born a tranny, someone who couldn't look at their disgusting body without wanting to cry. You wish you could be a real man, and prove everyone wrong.
You heard the creak of the door and heard the greeting of your partner, Wheatley. Ue looked at you, and saw you were clearly distraught. "Are you okay, luv?"
You thought, before replying. "No, not really."
"Why not dear?" He asked.
"It's just.." You stopped, holding in sobs. "I just feel like I'm not a real man. I'm just a stupid person who can't think about themselves without feeling guilt." You started to cry.
Wheatley wrapped his arms around your body. "Don't say that, sweetheart. You are a real man in my eyes." He smiled.
You struggled to breathe. "Are you okay dear?" Wheatley asked. "Y-yeah, its just my binder." "Then take it off, luv." "No! I cant. I can't bare to..-"
You woke up, still on the couch. Wheatley looked at you worryingly. "W-what happened?" You asked. "You passed out." The blonde said, distraught. You noticed your binder had been taken off. Wheatley must have taken it off of you. Wait, does that mean he saw?-
"Please tell me you won't wear that thing for too long next time, sweetheart." Wheatley pleaded. "I-" He cut you off. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't put that pressure on you. I'm just worried. I don't want you to be hurt."
"I know." You replied "It just hurts, being like this" He embraced you again. "Well, I love you either way."
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i know youve already written for him twice so you definitely don’t have to!but wheatley x autistic reader would make me spontaneously combust
That's completely fine! He's one of the characters I put up for people to request me to write about. So I'll always be okay with writing him. Anyways, thank you for your request! Here's some headcanons for Wheatley x Autistic!Reader
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Much like how he is with other mental disabilities, he isn't too sure of what autism is at first. He's heard of physical disabilities, but not so much of mental ones. You'd have to tell him a bit about the disability for him to know what it's about. Once Wheatley gets the idea of what you have, he'll go out of his way to research a bit on it. He wants to make sure he's being the best friend/partner for you.
Wheatley will let you ramble on about whatever you're hyper-fixated on for hours. Doesn't matter what it is. Do you like a certain part of history? Tell him everything you know about their civilizations. Do you like video games? Tell him everything about your favorite genres and which games you like the best. Do you like a certain show or cartoon? Tell him everything about the characters and the plot.
Sometimes, Wheatley will buy you something related to that hyper-fixation. Well, not sometimes, more like as soon as he has the money to do so. If it's a hobby you have, he'll buy you something for a new project or maybe he'll create something just for you. If it's related to a piece of media you like, he'll buy some merchandise for you. Wheatley will go to the deepest parts of the internet just to find you something you'll like.
When you're both out in public, Wheatley will make sure to keep a close eye on you. He knows that being out in public can be overwhelming for people like you. Be it the loud noises or just the vast amount of people in one area. If you ever seem like you're on the verge of breaking down, Wheatley will make sure he gets you out of that area as soon as possible. Don't you dare ever ask if you ruin everything for him because he's quick to shut down that argument altogether. You are his best friend/partner. As long as he's around you, he's having the most fun he's had in his life.
If you ever get so overwhelmed that you go nonverbal, Wheatley is always sure to bring something that you can write with. The first time this happened, he wasn't sure what to do. He had an idea of what breakdowns could be like and how to help you through them, but he never knew you could go nonverbal. To say he was a bit scared for you is an understatement. If you were so stressed out that you weren't able to talk, then he couldn't even begin to think how bad that stress could be! Thankfully though, you had your phone on you, allowing you to send Wheatley messages and inform him that this was completely normal for you sometimes.
Autistic Burnout can be the worst for you, but thankfully, you got Wheatley there to help you during those times. Most of the time, you'll be so exhausted that you can't do simple tasks when you go through burnout. At first, you were scared to tell Wheatley because of how people usually reacted to this information, but you should know by now that he takes things like this very seriously and will do whatever he can to help. He'll tell you to go rest and let yourself recover. Do whatever you like! Just as long as your giving yourself time to recover from burnout.
At one point, Wheatley was completely confused by stimming. "You just… flap your hands when you're overly excited?" It wasn't that he disliked you stimming, he just didn't understand it very well. You had to tell him that it helps you when you're feeling an excessive amount of emotions, most of the time being happy. Fast forward to when he gets overly excited about something he's interested in and he ends up rocking back and forth to 'experiment' with stimming. He enjoys it. A lot.
Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if Wheatley was neurodivergent like you in some way. That would explain a lot… Although, as to why someone developed an A.I. that had similar behaviors as you, you would never know.
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IM OPEN FOR REQUESTS!!
Fandoms I will write for!
Backfirewall_
OS9
Alex/health
Photos
Zipper
(I forgor one of their names, I will fix later)
HLVR:AI
Benry/benrey
Gordon
Tommy
Darnold
Bubby
portal
Wheatley
Space core
Glados
Chell
AND PROBABLY MORE TO COME!
I will write
Headcanons!
Prompts!
Fluff!
Mild angst (happy ending only >:()
I don't care man please just send this sad little cowboy some requests 😔😔😔
(You can ask me to write about my ocs as well if you want)
What I won't write!
Weird kink stuff (you know the kind)
Character x character (self-indulgence only Baebe)
Super sad angsty stuff (I got enough of that already)
I WILL NOT WRITE OR DRAW ANYONE EXPLODING. (IM LOOKING AT YOU RONNIE)
Please said your requests my way!
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