artistgamergirl10

You stand on the balcony, wordlessly looking out at the stars. You're breathless, just gazing at the brightly glittering orbs against the inky blackness of the night sky. You've always felt a close sort of affinity toward the stars, but tonight it felt stronger somehow. Looking out into space, you felt as though there was something out there. Something more. Something– “_____, come on!” It's your best friend that cuts off your train of thought. She and her parents had been the ones to arrange all of this. 'This', of course, was a ball. You didn't like it, not one little bit. You had never been accustomed to such lavish thi

"Ah, Venice," you said wistfully, tossing the end of a cashmere scarf over your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around yourself as though you were cold, posing a bit at your reflection in the mirror that the TARDIS wardrobe provided. Whether completely stylish for the time period or not, you thought you looked rather dashing in your new clothes. "You said we're in the 1850s, right?" you called down. "We're never going to know if you don't get down here," the Doctor said, his familiar voice nothing less than exasperated. You tossed your head to the right, your eyes glittering with amusement as they met his. He was leaning on the rail of the s

"Did they hurt you?" "I-I'm fine..." "Did they molest you?" "N-no..." "Did they rape you?" "What!? N-no!" "Did they touch you in anyway that was uncomfortable?" "Doc..." Doc wouldn't stop with his concerned questions, wanting you to be safe and not be hurt. Apparently, a couple of muggers decided to go up to you, punch you, and steal some money off of you while you were walking back to Doc, Mac and your place. You just knew the New York streets weren't always the safest parts... Now, when you had come back, with a few bruises on your face and arms, Doc quickly came to your aid, asking so many questions, like, "What happened!?", "Are

SVTFOE fanfic thing I wrote late last night. It’s just something random so don’t expect anything spectacular. The narrator is someone who goes to school with Marko but works for Ludo. And btw the monsters are basically the human! versions of themselves. :D enjoy. Each second I sit in paranoia- wondering if we were going to get caught- if our cover was going to get blown. I was convinced every stare was an accusation, every conversation the word that exposed us. Buff-Frog and the more intelligent ones reflected my unease, but Ludo himself had declared war on his fingernails and was angrily chewing them off. I had planned our lit

You wiped the oil on your pants, as picked up your screwdriver, tightening your friends metal back plate into place. The part man, part core fidgeted on the table, looking anywhere but at you. You noticed and sighed, setting your screwdriver down. "What happened this time, Wheatley?" You asked. Finally his two robotic, glowing blue eyes stopped on you as he gulped. "Nothing! I mean! That bird started it! I was just minding my own business and suddenly that bloody thing comes swooping down in attack. And-" He continued to ramble on. You rolled your eyes, picking up a metal tool and tapping it against his back. He let out a yelp, as he was gi

You swiped away a strand of your (h/l), (h/c) hair, long-fall boots clinking against the catwalk you were currently venturing down. A portal gun was in hand, Wheatley tucked firmly under your free arm. He had turned on the light implanted in his core, making sure you didn’t fall to your death. And ultimately his. However, as you were walking, you came across a rather long fall. “Wheat, look down there.” His light shone down to show where the catwalk had just suddenly fallen off. “Oh, that’s dark, isn’t it? And a long fall. Probably not important. Not at all. The other end of the catwalk’s just ov

Human Wheatley X Reader(FLUFFY-ISH) Teach me to Waltz Reader POV. "That's it! I'm done! I give up!" You loudly screamed as you walked through the decrepit halls of Aperture Science. You had had enough of Glados and all her stupid tests! You couldn't wait for her to put just ONE turret just ONE, in the next test chamber because the second you saw it you weren't going to hesitate to jump into it's line of fire.  Normal POV. You knew she was a machine but did she really have no form of sympathy? Was it not bad enough that she had to attack you physically with turrets, toxic wastes, and lasers? Apparently not because she just had to get

"AHHHH!!-... Alright, am I alive? Or dead? Probably dead- there is no way this worked- I can't see anything!" "Just open your eyes Wheatley!" "Eyes? Oh yeah, I've got two of them now..." Slowly, the man's eyelids lifted manually, allowing him to see "so I am alive!" He hopped up, then looked down "I've got legs! Look at them! They're pretty long huh?" "You are kind of tall!" You giggled, standing across from him. You were so glad that the brain transfer turned out well. Wheatley's old little body sat on the ground next to them, the once bright blue light extinguished. He was busy trying out his new semi-human body. "What are these on my f

Flak TF2 & Reader    I didn’t know what I had done wrong, but within the beginning part of training I had Soldier screaming me in the face. “You really call that a sit-up _______?! I’ve seen men with their guts hanging out who could do better then you!” “Sorry sir…” I hung my head like usual. “Shut it with the bull crap. It won’t work this time.”    All the new trainees were out for morning exercise, so we were doing basic things like push-ups and stretching for the twenty laps, nothing special. Yet it seemed like I had screwed up, and he picked me out of the pack to berate t