Chell/Wheatley Jealousy
anonymous
June 23 2011, 08:00:53 UTC
Sort of AU in which Chell manages to pull Wheatley out of space and get him on the elevator with her as GLaDOS kicks her out.
Sometime after leaving the facility, Chell, Wheatley, and the singed companion cube that was sputtered out at the tail end of the game find a place on the surface to settle down. But Wheatley gets a bit jealous of the companion cube, as it was there for her first and it never betrayed her.
It can go however you want, him angrily talking to cubey, glaring as she cleans it up, and so on. Chell may or may not be listening in as he rants at it. Any rating is fine, can be friendship or romantic.
Only thing Anon asks is that a happy ending is preferred.
Re: Chell/Wheatley Jealousy
anonymous
July 13 2011, 07:52:02 UTC
Dang, this one's giving me an idea-tadpole, too. This keeps up and my brain will become a lily pond of hilarity potential. I'll get back to you on this.
Second-Class Citizen part 1
anonymous
July 15 2011, 10:44:08 UTC
A/N: Wow, I'm only on the first part and already I get the feeling that this story is getting away from me.Finally, after so many trials and failures and near-death experiences, he had freedom and so did she. It had really come down to the wire, too. Almost literally, even. Now that they were out and putting as much distance between themselves and the facility as they possibly could in a day, Wheatley was still wondering what had made Chell hold onto him in the end, keeping him from flying off into outer space. Hadn’t he been absolutely monstrous to her? He’d even gone as far as throwing bombs at her, hurling verbal abuse just as rapidly while staring her in the face, but here she was carrying his once-again tiny little body across the vast expanse of golden yellow vegetation, showing no sign that she would drop him anytime soon. He’d tried asking her about it as soon as they were out of the lift shaft, but she’d just given him a strange, unreadable look that left him feeling particularly unfulfilled. He’d tried asking her
( ... )
Second-Class Citizen part 1.5
anonymous
July 15 2011, 10:46:26 UTC
A/N: Damn character limit. Also, sorry about the text hunks. There's no dialogue, so I wasn't sure how else to format this.
A few minutes into her rest, Chell lifted Wheatley up to set him beside her on the outspread jumpsuit while she removed her long fall boots. Wheatley kept his optic trained on all the movement, watching as Chell undid the straps and slid the skin-tight boots off. The inner parts of the boots had left nasty red lines and blotches on her skin that Wheatley couldn’t help but recoil from.
“Oh, luv, those red spots look awful. Do they hurt?” Chell hesitated before nodding her head up and down. “Oh, they look like they really do. Are you happy to finally get those boots off?” Another nod. “Yeah, it really shows.” Chell lifted her eyebrows in mild surprise as Wheatley’s voice began to quiet down, his tone uncharacteristically somber. “Was that bothering you all the time you were testing? You could’ve said something, luv. Or, well, you know, jumped up and down and waved or something to get my attention
( ... )
Re: Second-Class Citizen part 1.5
anonymous
July 16 2011, 09:01:49 UTC
Thank you! :D
The good news is that I'm currently thinking up ways to improve formatting. The bad news is that I didn't have time to write today. Stupid important work...
Second-Class Citizen part 2
anonymous
July 18 2011, 19:30:39 UTC
A/N: Now with better formatting!They traveled for a few more days - a length of time that Wheatley could see passing with his own optic - and in all that time Wheatley could not understand Chell’s reaction to his suggestion of letting the Companion Cube go. This time when he’d asked her about it she’d huffed at him and rolled her eyes, a much more vehement non-answer than his previous questions had gotten. Since then he’d tried to distract himself with other concerns, like the lack of diversity in the scenery or the growl sound he kept hearing when Chell held him against her stomach, but his mind kept coming back to that glare. What value could that cube possibly have in this place
( ... )
Second-Class Citizen part 2.25
anonymous
July 18 2011, 19:38:20 UTC
“Stable horse? Horse sta- Oh!” Wheatley laughed, shaking his frame enough to threaten his stability again. “I see. You were answering the right question the whole time. Uh,” he blinked his optic quickly a few times, “well sometimes ‘stable’ is an adje-…uh…um, a word that describes things instead of…a word that is something. Don’t know why that is. Bloody confusing. I’d like to have a word with whatever sap invented the English language.” Another laugh, his voice smiling for him when he spoke again. “Have a word with him, get it? Ah, aren’t I brilliant?” He lifted his optic back up to Chell’s face and was almost elated to see that she was holding back laughter herself. She’d brought her writing hand up to her mouth to cover it up, physically keeping her silent giggles in. Wheatley smiled with his optic again. Seeing Chell look so happy, even though she was trying to hide it, roused something in him that felt strongly positive. Then the reality of their situation came back to him and Wheatley’s optic darted around the
( ... )
Second-Class Citizen part 2.5
anonymous
July 18 2011, 19:44:31 UTC
“Oh.” Wheatley looked down at his perch, any sign that he’d been smiling less than five minutes ago completely gone. “You were listening.” He kept Chell out of his line of vision, scanning the floor in front of the crate now and keeping his voice low. “Sorry about that. Again.” He sighed. He couldn’t see Chell at all, but the sound of her giving a thorough rub-down to the Companion Cube echoed all over the room. Wheatley sat in silence for half a minute until a thought popped into his mind
( ... )
Re: Second-Class Citizen part 2.5
anonymous
July 26 2011, 03:45:59 UTC
This fill is so good, and it's not even smut! I'm seriously impressed. Wheatley's anxiety is adorable and so in character, and it's really well written! Thank you for this read, anon~!
Second-Class Citizen part 3
anonymous
July 29 2011, 07:39:22 UTC
A/N: LJ works again! Albeit slowly.
Wheatley’s own “sleep cycle” was much shorter than any human’s, so every morning he always found himself awake before Chell. This morning was no different. His ocular aperture blinked open, he took stock of where he was resting and immediately turned himself as best he could to face Chell. She was still halfway on top of the Weighted Companion Cube, a sight that put Wheatley back into the bad mood he’d been in when he went into sleep mode. He glared at the cube again, but before he could utter a word, a strange noise broke the early morning’s silence for him. It sounded like a mix of an animal growl and liquid bubbling around inside something. Wheatley’s blue iris nearly disappeared again as he shouted for Chell.
“Wake up, luv!” He began shifting around in place, his handles waving up and down frantically. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! I think something’s in here with us and it does not sound happy. What…What if we’ve taken its territory?! Oh, I bet we did!” His optic rolled around in
( ... )
Second-Class Citizen part 4
anonymous
August 21 2011, 07:43:52 UTC
A/N: This chapter was immeasurably hard to end. Sorry for the wait, but I have a plan.
“Now the way I see it,” Wheatley began, raising himself up as much as he could by leaning on his lower handle, “I’m a second-class citizen compared to you. Now why do you think that is?”
The Companion Cube, understandably, said nothing.
“No idea? Really?” Wheatley’s optic narrowed again. “I doubt that. I’ve seen how she looks at you. How she takes care of you. I don’t even get a second glance.” He sighed and looked down for a moment. When he looked back up at the cube, Wheatley’s expression was more hurt than malicious. “It just doesn’t make any sense! What have you ever done for her?” A beat. “Were you one of the cubes that helped her solve the tests? Must’ve been one terrible test from the look of you. I’ll be totally honest: you look awful
( ... )
Sometime after leaving the facility, Chell, Wheatley, and the singed companion cube that was sputtered out at the tail end of the game find a place on the surface to settle down. But Wheatley gets a bit jealous of the companion cube, as it was there for her first and it never betrayed her.
It can go however you want, him angrily talking to cubey, glaring as she cleans it up, and so on. Chell may or may not be listening in as he rants at it. Any rating is fine, can be friendship or romantic.
Only thing Anon asks is that a happy ending is preferred.
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A few minutes into her rest, Chell lifted Wheatley up to set him beside her on the outspread jumpsuit while she removed her long fall boots. Wheatley kept his optic trained on all the movement, watching as Chell undid the straps and slid the skin-tight boots off. The inner parts of the boots had left nasty red lines and blotches on her skin that Wheatley couldn’t help but recoil from.
“Oh, luv, those red spots look awful. Do they hurt?” Chell hesitated before nodding her head up and down. “Oh, they look like they really do. Are you happy to finally get those boots off?” Another nod. “Yeah, it really shows.” Chell lifted her eyebrows in mild surprise as Wheatley’s voice began to quiet down, his tone uncharacteristically somber. “Was that bothering you all the time you were testing? You could’ve said something, luv. Or, well, you know, jumped up and down and waved or something to get my attention ( ... )
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It's a little hard to read here and there, but that doesn't stop it from being brilliant this far.
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The good news is that I'm currently thinking up ways to improve formatting. The bad news is that I didn't have time to write today. Stupid important work...
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Even though he deserves it but still
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Wheatley’s own “sleep cycle” was much shorter than any human’s, so every morning he always found himself awake before Chell. This morning was no different. His ocular aperture blinked open, he took stock of where he was resting and immediately turned himself as best he could to face Chell. She was still halfway on top of the Weighted Companion Cube, a sight that put Wheatley back into the bad mood he’d been in when he went into sleep mode. He glared at the cube again, but before he could utter a word, a strange noise broke the early morning’s silence for him. It sounded like a mix of an animal growl and liquid bubbling around inside something. Wheatley’s blue iris nearly disappeared again as he shouted for Chell.
“Wake up, luv!” He began shifting around in place, his handles waving up and down frantically. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! I think something’s in here with us and it does not sound happy. What…What if we’ve taken its territory?! Oh, I bet we did!” His optic rolled around in ( ... )
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“Now the way I see it,” Wheatley began, raising himself up as much as he could by leaning on his lower handle, “I’m a second-class citizen compared to you. Now why do you think that is?”
The Companion Cube, understandably, said nothing.
“No idea? Really?” Wheatley’s optic narrowed again. “I doubt that. I’ve seen how she looks at you. How she takes care of you. I don’t even get a second glance.” He sighed and looked down for a moment. When he looked back up at the cube, Wheatley’s expression was more hurt than malicious. “It just doesn’t make any sense! What have you ever done for her?” A beat. “Were you one of the cubes that helped her solve the tests? Must’ve been one terrible test from the look of you. I’ll be totally honest: you look awful ( ... )
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