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Heat Pump Market Size, Share, Growth, Analysis Forecast to 2030

The global heat pump market size is anticipated to reach USD 166.6 billion by 2030, expanding at a CAGR of 9.4% during the forecast period, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. Favorable government policies for energy-efficient solutions and lowered carbon footprint are expected to boost the market growth over the forecast period. In addition, consumer-driven demand for energy-efficient heat pumps to reduce energy consumption and lower operating expenses are expected to benefit the overall market over the forecast period.

The emergence of climate and energy as a political priority has spurred an increased interest in heating and energy efficiency gains to be realized within buildings. Increasing disposable income has led to the growing demand for technologically advanced equipment and comfortable housing solutions, which is further projected to boost the demand for heat pumps. These factors are expected to play a vital role in driving the market growth.

Governments across the globe are becoming increasingly aware of the risks associated with fossil fuels and are adopting environment-friendly options. Furthermore, initiatives like the federal tax credit for new residential heat pumps in the U.S. was extended until the end of 2022. The California Energy Commission passed a new building energy code in August 2021, which encouraged the use of heat pumps for space and water heating in newly constructed buildings. All these aforementioned factors are expected to boost the demand for heat pumps in the coming years.

Gather more insights about the market drivers, restrains and growth of the Global Heat Pump Market

Heat Pump Market Report Highlights

In 2023, the air-source technology segment dominated with a revenue share of over 84.6%. The growth of this segment can be attributed to the benefits such as energy-efficient, low carbon emission, low maintenance, easy installation process, use in space heating and hot water, and high seasonal coefficient of performance

The residential application segment accounted for 86.0% of the global revenue share in 2023. Rapid urbanization coupled with increasing demand for energy-efficient products is expected to drive the demand for heat pumps in the residential sector

The industrial application segment is expected to witness a CAGR of 8.0% over the forecast period. The increasing number of new industrial facilities being established worldwide is fueling the global demand for heat pumps

Asia Pacific accounted for 52.6% of the global revenue share in 2023. The rising trend of shifting production bases to emerging economies, mainly China and India, is expected to positively influence the growth of the heat pump industry over the forecast period

In February 2023, Hitachi introduced the Yutaki M R32 monobloc air-to-water heat pump. Even in sub-zero temperatures, the 4-ton and 3-ton systems have 140°F heating capacity

In May 2022, Midea launched the EVOX heat pump system. The new product is available in six sizes from 1.5–5 tons. These are capable of 100% heating output at -20°C

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Cobalt Market: The global cobalt market size was estimated at USD 16.96 billion in 2024 and is expected to grow at a CAGR of 6.7% from 2025 to 2030.

Silicon Carbide Fibers Market: The global silicon carbide fibers market size was valued at USD 1.20 billion in 2024 and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 28.1% from 2025 to 2030.

Heat Pump Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global heat pump market based on technology, capacity, operation type, application, and region:

Heat Pump Technology Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

Air Source

Air to Air

Air to Water

Water Source

Geothermal

Heat Pump Capacity Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

Up to 10 kW

10-20 kW

20-50 kW

50-100 kW

100-200 kW

Above 200 kW

Heat Pump Operation Type Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

Electric

Hybrid

Heat Pump Application Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

Residential

Industrial

Commercial

Heat Pump Region Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

North America

Canada

Mexico

Europe

Germany

France

Italy

Sweden

Norway

Spain

Finland

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

Australia

India

South Korea

Central & South America

Brazil

Argentina

Middle East & Africa

UAE

Saudi Arabia

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marketstudyreport · 1 month ago

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Heat Pump Market Analysis, Opportunities And Forecast Report, 2030

Gather more insights about the market drivers, restrains and growth of the Global Heat Pump Market

Heat Pump Market Report Highlights

In February 2023, Hitachi introduced the Yutaki M R32 monobloc air-to-water heat pump. Even in sub-zero temperatures, the 4-ton and 3-ton systems have 140°F heating capacity

In May 2022, Midea launched the EVOX heat pump system. The new product is available in six sizes from 1.5–5 tons. These are capable of 100% heating output at -20°C

Browse through Grand View Research's Advanced Interior Materials Industry Research Reports.

Cobalt Market: The global cobalt market size was estimated at USD 16.96 billion in 2024 and is expected to grow at a CAGR of 6.7% from 2025 to 2030.

Silicon Carbide Fibers Market: The global silicon carbide fibers market size was valued at USD 1.20 billion in 2024 and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 28.1% from 2025 to 2030.

Heat Pump Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global heat pump market based on technology, capacity, operation type, application, and region:

Heat Pump Technology Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

Air Source

Air to Air

Air to Water

Water Source

Geothermal

Heat Pump Capacity Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

Up to 10 kW

10-20 kW

20-50 kW

50-100 kW

100-200 kW

Above 200 kW

Heat Pump Operation Type Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

Electric

Hybrid

Heat Pump Application Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

Residential

Industrial

Commercial

Heat Pump Region Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2018 - 2030)

North America

Canada

Mexico

Europe

Germany

France

Italy

Sweden

Norway

Spain

Finland

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

Australia

India

South Korea

Central & South America

Brazil

Argentina

Middle East & Africa

UAE

Saudi Arabia

Order a free sample PDF of the Heat Pump Market Intelligence Study, published by Grand View Research.

#Heat Pump Market Share #Heat Pump Market Analysis #Heat Pump Market Trends

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bonguri · 1 year ago

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20231011-1012 Nikko 7 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: 翌日は奥日光巡り。まずは湯滝へ。今どきの手ブレに強いミラーレス機なら秒のシャッターでもブレないんだろうけど・・・。 @Yutaki waterfall, Nikko city, Tochigi pref. （栃木県日光市湯滝）

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ehasna-mga2022mi5017 · 2 years ago

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ehasna-mga2022mi5014 · 2 years ago

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Yutaki (artist) and his backstory_

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fleechin · 4 years ago

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Here’s my 2020 Portal Secret Santa for @artistyutaki, she offered a few prompts but one that I thought was interesting was Chell and GLaDOS/PotatOS hiding from Wheatley in the later chapters of Portal 2. I thought I might as well tie it into some of Chell’s thoughts about the ordeal, while also showing what Wheatley’s up to. I also noticed she was interested in the idea of computer gore, with plates and cables all over the place, so I tried to incorporate a bit of that in as well. I also threw in a tiny nod to Mel and Blue Sky since she mentioned she’s a Blue Sky fan. So this ended up being longer than I thought, and it’s my first time writing a proper fanfic of sorts, but I really hope you like this! I had a great time making it!

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This was not the best place to be in right now.

Not that it ever was down here, but where Chell was at this exact moment was especially not great. She didn’t complain though, it could always get worse. Actually, it usually did get worse, especially right about when she would wonder if it ever could. Perhaps it was best not to ask that question right about now. Sure, she had just fallen from a deactivated funnel and landed in a dark office whose only door was blocked by overturned desks, monitors, and furniture, which happened to be heavy enough that it’d be a pain in the back to move but for whatever reason the Portal Gun didn’t want to pick up. On the bright side, at least she didn’t fall all the way back down to the 1950s again.

Realistically though, knowing Aperture, it was bound to get worse no matter what she did. If even superstition was anywhere near reliable at this point, it would have been an improvement compared to everything else in this insane complex that somehow had only gotten stranger and more… alien-like, almost, after its founder had died of moon rock poisoning. At least the idea of a set of metal underground spheres laced with asbestos and full of half finished test chambers, the brainchild of a man proudly named Cave, was somewhat navegable. There was an understanding that if one were to see some place and travel far enough in that direction, they would eventually get to that place. If that place moved downwards in freefall, it would be because of the design of the facility, not some sarcastic supercomputer trying to keep her testing while calling her fat.

This bundle of desks, chairs and monitors was somehow all tangled up, with the wires going all over the place. It looked like she would have to either pull the whole thing at once or remove each one separately.

The recordings she heard from Cave Johnson painted a general picture, though they didn’t get awfully specific. But seeing as ground up moon rocks were all the rage down here back in those days, and hearing Cave coughing while ranting about lemons for some reason, it wasn’t difficult for her to figure out exactly how they managed to finally bring down the founder of Aperture. The real surprise? That somehow every other employee at Aperture hadn’t inhaled the stuff and keeled over. It had to have been a possibility, as there was no way that anyone smart enough to work a portal gun would have taken it upon themselves to design any part of this place without being crazy enough to consider the idea.

This table was a lot heavier than it looked. Hopefully she could fold it over. It wasn’t exactly easy to see the parts that let the table fold on itself when it was this dark.

Could she have been one of those scientists? Chell couldn’t remember anything about herself before waking up under Her testing course, however long ago that was, or whether she was actually adopted, like every personality construct in this place seemed to think was a big deal. Any attempt at figuring out how she got down here would have to be based on guesswork. She was a test subject, which made her a likely employee at some point, though if Her insults were anything to go by, she was only a part time employee. Not committed to this job, just doing it on the side to make ends meet.

She finally managed to fold the damn table, and began to drag it out of the way.

At least that meant she wasn’t some Olympian from the 60s who got tricked into going here. Or a homeless person that got plucked off the streets of some town in Upper Michigan all for the promises of $60 at the end. She wasn’t sure how much that would be in today’s money, but wasn’t about to get optimistic. The real downside to it all was that she never would be able to figure it out. She didn’t even know how long it had been other than that it was long enough to concern Wheatley about brain damage, and even if there were information available about her and why she was here to begin with, she didn’t want to go out of her way to find it. Her main goal was getting out of here as quickly as possible, so there was no time for expositional detours.

At most, she could stumble upon her backstory without looking for it. Figuring out what happened to Caroline was enough for one day, or however long it had been since she had last gotten some sleep. Besides, it would probably be a huge letdown anyway. Maybe she really was adopted after her birth parents considered her completely unlikeable even as a baby. Maybe her last name was something boring, like Smith. Or Jones. Maybe her name wasn’t even Chell at all. But hey, at least it wasn’t Cave. Hopefully.

Of course, she could just ask the supercomputer turned potato battery where she came from. Yes, that would be a great idea, confiding in who up until recently was her own worst enemy about a detail that She had constantly made fun of. She definitely wouldn’t take advantage of that fact and tell her all about how little Miss Chell SmithJonesWhatever couldn’t hold a single job until she came here because everyone hated her. They seemed to be on good terms now, but she wasn’t going to risk jinxing herself. Besides, she had a rule. No talking in Aperture. Nothing that any AI said was ever worth a response.

So the lights didn’t work in this room anymore. Phenomenal.

Regardless, even though it still didn’t explain whether she was one of the employees, part time, or otherwise, who might have almost inhaled ground up rocks that cost anywhere from a TV to a house - she wasn’t about to do the math to figure anything more precise than that - it was at least clear that she had made it into Aperture under vaguely legitimate pretenses, and that they considered her smart enough to get her hands on a machine that, in the right hands, could’ve solved the world’s climate crisis by generating free energy. It was damning with faint praise.

Which just so happened to summarize the remarks from her semi edible companion. Not directed at her, for once, rather the situation at hand. Neither one of them were the most frequent of talkers, but She was more willing to comment on the situation. Funny enough, once they happened to agree with each other, Chell could reasonably rely on her as somewhat of a spokesperson.

“After seeing what he's done to my facility, after we take over again, is it alright if I kill him?”

Chell looked over at the glowing yellow circle, the only part of Her she could actually make out in the darkness of the room, and could only shrug her shoulders. Do whatever you want, she would have said. Frankly, as much as the two had been getting along, Chell wasn’t about to act like this was some new found friendship between the two. As far as she was concerned, the facility deserved to explode in a mushroom cloud with a giant blast radius. The bigger the better. If she was lucky, it would kill Her, Wheatley, and every other personality construct. Just as long as she wasn’t there for it.

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Since he was connected to the mainframe, Wheatley had been trying to figure out how to work this new body. Now that his only test subject was missing, admittedly due to a mistake on his part, he could explore further. There had to at least be some way to hack the solution euphoria program. But until then, the next order of business was to redesign his lair to his own liking. Not too bad a job She did, but it didn’t quite have the Wheatley style to it. Needed a bit more work. Namely, getting rid of that stalemate button. No way that could remain.

“Right, so, asking the announcer... voice... guy... didn’t seem to do anything.” He said out loud, “Guess he didn’t quite understand what I was getting at. Hmm, wait a minute, maybe if I go and change this setting, then- Это программное обеспечение повреждено. Удалите его и обратитесь к администратору. Aaaand, nope, still there. Hasn’t even budged a little bit. Guess that didn’t work.”

He then remembered the complexities of hacking the neurotoxin emitters and thought he might start there. “Oh, um hello, Mister button, there.” He said in an accent beyond the rage of any human’s hearing, “I’m a representative of the mechanical parts… association, and we are inviting you to a… convention! Yes, a convention, with all sorts of members, cubes, turrets, even other buttons! And we’d like to invite you! Full expenses paid, shuttle bus straight there to the convention. And there’s going to be a whole panel on buttons! Who knows, they might even have you as a guest speaker! All you have to do is head straight down to the lowest part of the facility! That’s where the bus is! Just head on down there and you’re good to go!”

The button didn’t budge.

“Not one for conventions I guess? Perhaps you’re more of an introverted sort of button. Doesn’t mind being pressed but also fine with staying where he is.”

Wheatley, being the genius he knew he was, figured he ought to look in the old tapes to see what Her old room looked like. Ever since She had been killed, the facility had been in some disarray, of that much Wheatley was well aware. The relaxation center had taken a hit, for sure, and it seemed the rest of the facility was none the better. Wheatley wondered how long it had been, and though he probably could have figured it out, this new interface wasn’t exactly what he would have considered user friendly.

Come to think of it, he could figure out a few things at once by going through the recordings. For one, he could figure out what Her old room looked like and what She had done about this pesky little button. Or more interestingly, how her whole room got destroyed just from being shut down, that was always a mystery there.

All he could find were tapes, and they didn’t seem too promising. Just video feeds of the room, none of which showed if the button was there at all or what she had done with it. Maybe skipping around a bit would work, perhaps it would show something. Nothing so far…

Wait a minute now, here were the tapes of when She was killed. Yes, this was definitely the same test subject all right. Silent as always, she was. Maybe her brain damage was pre-existing.

Well this was concerning. Neither neurotoxin nor the built in rocket turret defense station was enough to even faze her. All that nameless lunatic needed were a couple of seemingly easy portals and in less than the required six minutes She was dead.

If that silent test subject was still alive, she could find any flaw in his lair design and it’d be bye bye Wheatley.

First immediate order of business, no portal surfaces anywhere in the lair. That shouldn’t be too hard, just meant he would have to move some panels around. There, piece of cake, only a few panels detached and falling off. That was probably normal.

“Right, no portal surfaces anywhere. Check that off the list. Ding! Next we can- OW! Great, another panel just went and fell right out of the ceiling. Hit me right in the… to be honest I’m not sure what this part of me even is. Doesn’t really look like it does anything useful. Tell you what, how about I take this part off, don’t really need it do we? Won’t be hurting anymore, I imagine. Here we go, unscrewing… and done!”

The offending plate came off of his right side, pulling down several attached cables right out of their sockets, leaving them to dangle around and coil around the floor like snakes. Snakes that occasionally gave out electrical sparks. That probably existed somewhere in nature. Electric snakes. Maybe unicrons ate them. Wheatley made a mental note to look that up, right after learning how to play cards.

“OK, wow that was actually pretty painful. Guess they don’t simulate any anaesthetic in this thing. Aaand now the lights are flickering on and off. Those are the lights, right? The flashlight doesn’t seem to be helping, so maybe I killed that too. That’s probably normal. Happens sometimes. That’ll probably fix itself.”

In the meantime, he at least had time to see what else was in Her old archives. Maybe there was a guide to fixing whatever was going on. Nope, nothing there. He did find an old security protocol system. Aperture Employee Guardian and Intrusion System, it was called. Interesting, that could help make sure she never got anywhere near his lair. Wait, no, that system was shut down locally. Before She went back online even. Odd, not clear who did that. What else was there… Oh, hang on a minute. The Cooperative Testing Initiative. That sounded useful. Wheatley kept reading.

Yes, these two little bots seemed to be the fix for everything. As soon as he could he had one of each type assembled and sent straight up to his lair.

“Hello! Right, so I understand you guys are built for testing, and what have you. So, I have selected you two to be my next testers. I need a few favors from you two though. See those cables down there? The ones that are kind of sparking there a bit? Those? Yeah, ever since I unhooked those, the lights have been flickering on and off.”

Blue looked at Orange, somewhat confused.

“You guys don’t see it? Wait, it just happened again real quick right there.”

Orange shook its head.

“So that might just be my optic sputtering out then. Yeah, that’s not great. Either way, I need you guys to try and get those back into me so I can see again. Now you might be wondering why I can’t just use those grabbers of mine and do it myself? Turns out, if I ever try to fix myself without someone else to help out, I’ll die. So you guys will have to do it for me.”

They both suddenly appeared nervous, and Blue slowly approached the bundle of wires. They sent out a spark and they both flinched. Upon reaching the wire, Blue picked up the first one, which went back in without a hitch. The second one was still going through the exterior plate that Wheatley had just unscrewed off. Pulling it as hard as possible didn’t work. Orange, annoyed, went up and pushed Blue out of the way, then slowly pulled out the cable and stuck it back in. By now the flickering was still happening, but only in randomly appearing colors.

“Great! OK now just one more to go! Home stretch!”

Orange was ready to pick up the last cable, but Blue, unrelenting, snatched it out of Orange’s grasp, and emphatically plugged it in. And then the flickering stopped.

“You did it! Bingo! Oh, man alive, that’s much better. Aaand now it seems you guys are knocking each other’s heads out of their… socket, things, whatever they’re called. Not really getting anything productive out of that, besides I kinda need you guys for something else.”

Neither Blue nor Orange were hearing it though. Once they had decided to play the classic game of Knock the Other Bot’s Head Off, there was little that could stop the competition. For personality constructs designed to get along, they did this a lot.

“Ahem, knock knock, anybody there?!”

It was getting heated. Now Blue was running around with Orange’s head, Orange’s body trying to chase after it but only managing to flail around miserably due to lack of eyes.

“ENOUGH!”

Wheatley hadn’t had an outburst like that in a while. It was a little easier when his only test subject and her potato weren’t driving him up the wall smashing his monitors and not giving him the relief when he wanted it. But the lack of test solution euphoria was starting to make its presence known once more, and it made him impatient as ever. Both bots stopped to look over, then Orange snatched its head and put it back on, glancing angrily at Blue.

“You know, there are bots in orphanages that don't even have heads to steal. Maybe think about how lucky you two are and stop fiddling around like that, yeah?”

They both looked at each other, shrugged the mechanical equivalent of their shoulders and gave each other a quick hug. Wheatley didn’t understand how they could forgive each other so quickly, but he wasn't about to object.

“Right, so, what I need you guys to do is see if we can find any neurotoxin reserves. Ever since I hacked the main factory, genius, I know; we haven’t had any neurotoxin to dispense. So I’m building you a testing course that should lead to where the neurotoxin facility was to see if you can find any clues. Alright, Go team!”

Several panels cleared out of the way to reveal two elevators facing each other, one blue and one orange. The bots looked at each other before taking off and heading to the disassembly machines. In less than a minute they had reached the first test, a simple introductory course with a laser and a redirection cube. And no test of Wheatley’s would be complete without his signature, the word TEST written in lights on the wall.

These two were smart enough to have figured out how to solve it rather quickly, and Wheatley immediately felt the rush of solution euphoria. Whether it was the amount of time since he had last felt it or because he was testing new subjects, this felt much better than the last few tests he had gotten his other subject to try. Now he could focus on the text task, seeing if there was a trap he could build, just in case those two weren’t dead. Getting rid of the button would have to wait. Maybe if they found some turrets or explosives to keep anyone from reaching it, that could work as a solution. For a little while at least.

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Having cleared out all the tables, chairs, and any other debris lying around in what was once an office, Chell could finally get through to the other side and out the door. And the potato on her gun had done a great job at keeping her company.

“Oh good, now we can get going again. Maybe we can find a way out of here.”

Chell picked up the portal gun and made her way out of the office. To her disappointment, the walkway just led down to the entryway to another test.

“Great, it looks like we’ll need to keep testing a little while longer. And I’m not sure we have that much more time left. Look on the bright side though. Maybe we’ll get to see more of that moron’s inventions. Maybe he’s gotten so desperate he’ll have tried to fuse a turret with a redirection cube and give it laser eyes.”

Chell couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. She resented that Wheatley had become like this, and somewhat missed him in a way, but it was nice to occasionally poke fun at his less than amazing intelligence.

“If a defective turret and a pile of trash had a baby, he would make an excellent pet for that baby.”

Chell’s smile grew slightly bigger and she chuckled silently. It was kind of nice to hear Her jokes while not also being the recipient. The classic insults thrown her way, that she was fat, adopted, unlikeable; those didn’t work on her at all. But they were at least well crafted, almost stand-up quality, though she never would have admitted that. Despite being a murderous former supercomputer with zero conscience up until this point, she did have a bit of a knack for humor. Chell would at least miss that when she left this place.

This was the end of the walkway, and Chell jumped down; her testing break was over. It was going to get tough before she finally did make it out of here.

#portal #portal 2 #portal secret santa #@yutaki #38's fics #portal stories mel #blue sky portal #fanfic #portal 2 fanfic

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yutaki-ffxiv · 1 year ago

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Yutaki Soa'relui's Retainer Rubyn (Light -> Lich) - LVL44 All Jobs - Oh So Red First in the Series of my Rainbow Colored Retainers: Red with my Miner Rubyn!

#FFXIV #FFXIV Screenshots #FFXIV Glamour #FFXIV Miner #FFXIV MIN #FFXIV Character #FFXIV Retainer #FFXIV Lich #Roegadyn #Roegadyn Girl #Screenshot #Final Fantasy XIV #FF14 #Journey Journal Photos #Eorzean Catwalk

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incel-wheatley · 4 years ago

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For the color asks yellow is a given but mostly cyan with a fun heap of brown but instead of beams it's beans uwu

anja ily but what the HELL are laser beans

#<3 #Ask Meme #Blabbering #yutaki

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yutaki · 5 years ago

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Wheatley: “Take your time, luv. I know these Puzzles are bloody difficult!” Very merry, very late Christmas @superstarlimo ! I had the privilege to be your Portal Secret Santa this year and hope you can forgive the wait, I had as always trouble actually guessing how long this would take me. Your prompts were all really fun, but I went with the first one being Chell stimming, mostly because that meant I could add supportive Wheatley with it haha First pic I used a Screenshot from Portal 2 as the BG, I hope that is okay. If not there is also the more zoomed in Original Version with... what else? A Gradient BG ;D If you want I can send you the full size of both images! In any case, I really hope you like my present and that I could realize your ideas in a way that you like! Have a wonderful new year <3

#Portal #Chell #Chelley #Wheatley #Portal Secret Santa #superstarlimo #Artist Yutaki #Visual

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otome-doll · 5 years ago

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Portal Secret Santa thing~!

Hi there @yutaki ! Merry Christmas! I hope you don’t mind but I kind of did something a bit different than your prompts but it’ll be cute and fluffy I promise you! It’s a bit of a Chelley oneshot set with human Wheatley and Chell so I really hope you enjoy! Once again Merry Christmas and I hope your new year’s great because wooohoo it’s the end of a decade-WOAH

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Wheatley had been lying there for what felt like the while bloody night by now. Thoughts of Aperture kept invading his mind. Thoughts of her, of turrets, of catwalks, of ‘You had to play bloody cat and mouse’. It didn’t upset him as much as it normally did, after a while it got more annoying. He tossed and turned countless times, his body aching either to run a whole marathon or to collapse into the cushiony couch. He couldn’t stand it, so his eyes shot open into a glare. The living room was pitch black before him, and he immediately regretted his action.

It was too dark.

Who knows what could be in those shadows.

Could be a turret to shoot at him, or maybe the boogeyman.

He’d heard about humans being scared of him.

But what freaked him out was the weird little splotches of colour that danced around, appearing and disappearing in the dark.

He immediately froze, his fingers clutching the warm blanket to his chest.

He slammed his eyes shut, a million thoughts filled his head in an instant.

Ghost- they had to be.

Little ghost coming to get him.

Or maybe it was her, her and some weird science th-thing!

Or maybe they were aliens. He’d heard that there used to be aliens on earth- combine- to be exact. Maybe they were combine that had come back to get him?

He quickly pulled the covers over his head, but he still felt too exposed.

“GYAH- CHEEEELLL!” The shout was out of his mouth before he could even process what he was doing, but now that he had done it, he might as well keep going, “Cheeeelll!”

The last one came out as more of a whine.

Wheatley pouted his lips before hearing her feet land onto the floor.

Knowing that she was coming to rescue him filled him with relief.

He heard her door swing open and her footsteps rush into the living room.

Wheatley pulled back his covers and peeped his head out.

Chell had turned the light on and was standing at the switch.

Wheatley couldn’t see much detail though, it was too blurry.

He reached for his glasses which were on the ground next to the couch, but as much as he flopped his hand around he couldn’t find them.

Chell came over, bent down, and passed him something.

He wrapped his fingers around the familiar frame of his black glasses, and he pushed them onto his face.

She looked exasperated, her eyes on alert despite their droop. Her long hair was messy, messy and still perfect, he couldn’t help but note.

“Wheatley… what’s wrong? It’s 4 am in the morning I thought something bad had happened”

“It did, it did!” He looked at her with wide eyes “I couldn’t sleep and I was tossing and turning you know how it is. So I just decided to open my optical- eyes - Don’t know why I decided to do that honestly, pretty bad idea But- but anyway… So I opened up my eyes and it was dark. Very dark. Shouldn’t have been able to see anything but I did see something! There were all these weird lights I didn’t know what they were and I got a little… well…” He trailed off, running an anxious hand through his golden locks.

“Hey” She started gently, kneeling beside the couch, “It’s okay, it’s normal and happens to some people. It’s just the photoreceptors in your eyes trying adjust to see in the darkness”

Now that she said it so calmly, it seemed like such a simple obvious answer.

“… Oh” He slumped his shoulders, “Sorry for waking you up then”

He gave her an awkward grin.

But his embarrassment was replaced by happiness at her hand on his shoulder.

“You’ve only been back in your human body for a two months now and I know you’re still getting used to it. And if you’re still scared I mean…” She trailed off seeming at loss for words.

That was not normal, thought Wheatley, Chell was never ever ever lost for words.

“You can sleep with me in my bed” She stated cooly.

Wheatley felt his heart warm, “R-Really? You wouldn’t mind?!”

Her cool expression turned into an endearing smile, “No. I wouldn’t”

“I mean, I don’t want to be a bother-“

“You won’t. Come on don’t be a moron” She teased.

He furrowed his brows at her, pushing his glassed further up the bridge of his nose

“I am not a moron” He shot back indignantly.

“You’re my moron. Now come on” She stood up, offering her his hand.

Wheatley still wasn’t a fan of being called a moron, but when she put it like that.

“Th-Thanks. Really, I appreciate it” He smiled shyly as she pulled him up.

Still holding his hand in hers, Chell led the man down to her room in a careful way to avoid him hitting his head on the lamp. It was a habit the core-turned-human had unfortunately not managed to get out of.

She pulled back the covers for him before turning on the lamp at her bedside table. She left him to shuffle in, going over to the door to close it and turn off the light switch.

The room was now only gently bathed in the dim light from the lamp.

The man was sitting up in her bed, blinking at her as she returned to him.

She slid into the covers beside him with a wry smile

“You’re glasses” She muttered, reaching up and carefully taking them from his face.

“Ah, cheers luv” He smiled as she placed them onto the bedside table.

Chell felt her cheeks warm.

“Now go to sleep I’m tired” She yawned suddenly flopping down onto the mattress to mask her shyness.

He followed suit, and the two lied there together for a few minutes.

Chell wasn’t sure if she should or not.

But it was Wheatley, he’d be fine with it.

So she wriggled in closer to the warmth of his body.

“Awww, bless” He muttered above her ear and she felt his arms wrap around her body.

She smiled, breathing in the warm smell of his blue sweater.

And before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in his arms…

…That was until she woke up, only to be on the very edge of the bed with him star fishing in the middle, his long awkward limbs going off in every direction.

“WHEATLEY”

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