#benrey lover

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i spent way too long on this for what it ended up being but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just take it

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kisy....

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heres another hlvrai fanfic i did that no one cares about <3

featuring autistic gordon, autistic benrey & tommy (implied) and angst with a happy ending <3<3<3

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Gordon couldn't breath.

He could feel his blood pressure rising, and coercely he could feel the HEV suit trying to lower it. The feeling of his body and the suit working so hard against each other only fueled the feeling of overstimulation, and he was beginning to feel dizzy.

It was so loud in the room right now. "Bubby" and Dr. Coomer were talking to him (though, he had no idea what they were saying at this point. Bubby appeared to be angry with him, and Dr. Coomer was being his usual glitchy self, from what he could tell.) Tommy was playing with one of his many beyblades and trying to stay out of things, and Benrey was seated above them all on a box, laughing and letting out the stupid fucking "sweet voice".

Gordon fucking hated the sweetvoice. Mostly Benrey's. He didn't mind so much when the others did it. But to him, it always felt mocking when Benrey did it. Like a form of laughter, directly in his face. And right now, along with everything else, it was way more than he could handle.

Gordon wasn't a man to cry. He did cry, sometimes, he would admit. But he didn't like to, and fought it often. But right now, amidst all this chaos, when he felt the first tear break his eyes, he didn't care to stop it. A sob left his throat next, and Gordon squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fists. The room fell quiet rather fast, apart from the noises wrenching out of Gordon's chest. Even Benrey's stupid sweet voice stopped.

"Shut up," he hissed, choking slightly on the end of the words and sniffling. He couldn't bear to look at them; he could feel the embarrassment and shame looming, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Just shut up. For one fucking minute. Please." He felt himself shaking within the suit and drew his arms up to hug himself, only growing more distraught when he heard the suits arms clank against his torso. Still here. Still in this stupid hell hole, living out what had to be the worst days of his entire life. He couldn't handle it. It was too much.

He dug the fingers of the suit into his arms, taking a deep breath and opening his mouth in what was supposed to be either a sob or a scream, he didn't know. But what did come out scared him worse than anything the day had thrown at him so far.

Gordon's eyes snapped open to the shocked faces of his colleagues, and the last whisps of the sweetvoice bubbling out of his throat.

He didn't breath. No one said a word. They just stared. It made him want to scream more, but he didn't dare open his mouth again.

But low and behold, his mouth started to fill, and when his lips burst open, out came the sweetvoice again. He's never seen it so...dark. It was always bright and colourful when the others used it, but his was black, slightly lightening into grey at the end. For a moment, just a moment, it almost distracted him away from the situation.

Tommy dropped his beyblade, and the clattering of it hitting the floor almost sent a nerve wracked Gordon through the ceiling. Tommy stepped forwards slowly, wincing when Gordon visibly flinched.

"Black to grey," He mumbled, concern flushed over his face.

"Black to grey means 'I'm afraid.'" He dropped to his knees, drawing a still trembling Gordon into his arms. For a moment, Gordon had absolutely no idea how to respond. But then his eyes blurred, and he fell into the embrace, letting himself weep into Tommy's shoulder.

Tommy shushed him gently, and Gordon almost laughed when he noticed Tommy was rubbing his back. He couldn't feel it through the suit, but definitely appreciated the gesture. After a few moments, Coomer appeared by his side, moving slow, quietly, and he drew both Tommy and Gordon into a strong embrace, placing his chin on Gordon's head. He noticed a hand awkwardly pat his shoulder, and when he recognized it to be Bubby's he almost laughed again. 

They sat like that for a few minutes, and Gordon had to admit, it was nice. The nicest he'd felt in days. But everything was still so loud. Even the smallest movements were like sandpaper to his ears, despite how hard they were trying to be to be quiet.

He jolted a bit when he heard shuffling off to the side, and his eyes snapped open when something fell onto his head, covering it completely except for his face. He went to say something, but stopped, when he realized the room was suddenly much quieter? He blinked, relief flooding his body at the freedom from the noise. Looking over Tommy's shoulder, he saw Benrey kneeling down, awkwardly scratching his neck. His helmet was gone, long, messy black hair spilling over his shoulders and black, and he seemed...incredibly awkward. When he spoke, he spoke quietly, much quieter than usual.

"Heh….Cringebaby Feetman can't handle too much noise, huh?" He grinned, faintly, though it didn't have the usual mischeviousness behind it. He cringed when Gordon winced, taking a deep breath and adimantly looking away.

"Look. I--uh. Get. It," He started, scratching at the side of his neck again. Gordon had never seen him look so awkward and nervous in the whole time they'd been down here.

"Sometimes. Life is, uh, really fuckin' cringe, and it's like. Loud as shit." He shrugged, casting his eyes downward.

"That's, uh. What th' helmets for. Helps." He gestured vaugely at Gordon's head, and that's when Gordon realized that Benrey had given him his helmet. He felt his cheeks warm some, and he tucked his face further into Tommy's shoulder, casting his eyes away from Benrey.

They sat like that for awhile. Gordon didn't know how long, and he doubted the others did either. But they still sat quietly and waited for him to regain his breathing, and they still sat quietly when he started to drift off to sleep. The last thing Gordon saw was Benrey smiling fondly at him, thinking he was already passed out.

Gordon hadn't smiled that hard since before the resonance cascade, but that night was an exception.

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Hi I churned this out in Procreate and decided to color them (please excuse poor anatomy there’s no stabilizer)

“Look Gordon, we have magic!”

The Science Team and co. have received a rather unusual power and are now destined to battle Witches!

(Read under the cut for some random ramblings)

Gordon: Thought Black Mesa was bad, now things just get even more crazy, eldritch and terrible :)

Benrey: does a gay little pose to piss you off (the costumes colors change depending on Sweet Voice used)

Tommy: “It’s ok Mr. Freeman, magical powers are OSHA approved!” (If Sunkist is around she’s get a little black scarf :))

Coomer: If you thought this man was powerful before, now get ready for him with a practically unbreakable body beyond limits

Bubby: Can pratically shoot napalm out of his hands and do much more than large fires

Darnold: Has similar coat physics to Bubby but with more passion :) also those potions can do all sorts of transmutation things

Forzen: Wasn’t sure what he expected

Gman: What do you mean he’s already technically powerful and I can’t make him a lovecraftian horror-esc puella magi? Look him and Tommy have similar shaped soul gems

[troublingconcerns]

Bubby and Benrey would fight over a nickel in the dunkin donuts back parking lot

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Hi ! so i just typed all this out andddd its literally just my brain being all soft and mushy ab benrey and a little bit about frenrey

-i feel like before, and like in black mesa he was like... thinner ? like we saw how they were yk? i dont think he took care of themselves well. like no they dont need to eat, and they didnt really see a point in it. he looked gaunt, and hollow.

-after the ResCas, when they're living with Gordon, he kinda ends up taking better care of himself by following Gordon's lead, in a way? like eating meals together n whatnot, actually starting to sleep better, curbing the recklessness (and trying to help Gordon curb his own), and they notice that.. There's a little more pudge around their stomach. their face is a little more round, smooth, and they feel better. Happier.

-they enjoy water now. Gordon had to wrestle them into the bathroom the first few times, and after Gordon cut their hair, they found that it wasn't as scary as they thought. they still laugh at the claw marks on the doorframe, and sometimes when they stand there talking while Gordon brushes his teeth and does his hair in the morning, they find themselves absently running their fingertips over the ridges.

-benrey loves the moments of soft and quiet he and Gordon had and have sometimes, even before they got together. sometimes, when Gordon cooks, benrey sits on the counter and passes him ingredients and spices from the cupboards and on top of the fridge while they bicker fruitlessly, or he listens to Gordon idly hum some song he'd heard earlier that day while he sets up the consoles or laptop. He loves fucking with him and going the wrong way or ignoring prompts and doing some other shit, but it is fun when he actually decides to cooperate too. its also great to watch him do single player shit and make off-handed comments and giving pointers, laughing when Gordon dies for the fifth time that night and buries his head in his hands with a drawn-out groan.

-or on days or nights when they don't do much, and instead watch movies curled up on the couch. before, benrey would try to swallow down the Sweet Voice, letting it out when they thought Gordon wasn't watching, or excusing himself to sing when it built up too much. now, he lets it out. Gordon marvels in the little whisps and bubbles and streams of color and sound, and it doesn't look as quizzical or scientifically driven as it used to. Instead, he looks bewildered and enthralled, looking at them with a wonder and fondness in his eyes that makes benrey's chest swell further.

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Gordon has changed them in more ways than he realizes, and they look forward to what each new day will bring.

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i have a little frenrey pre-relationship fic in the works, so please enjoy this in the meantime !! <3

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