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slutboybarbie · 1 year

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Are you ever gonna write more about Chase Davenport? Its ok if you don't, I just love how you write for him <3

Hi sorry it took me so long !! Hopefully you like this one<3

Jealousy

Chase Davenport x Reader

18+

Warning/summary: dom chase, secret relationship, dumbification

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Having Chase as your boyfriend and dom was amazing. He took care of you, made sure you were always happy, always knew what you needed, and made sure you were okay with everything the two of you did together.

His only "problem"- it wasn't even a problem, you loved it about him- is that he gets jealous. Pure, unbridled anger that arose in his chest at the sight of what he thinks is you with another.

So you, a person with a very flirty personality, plus a whole house full of sexy ass heroes? Not ideal.

For Chase at least.

He'd insisted on keeping your relationship private, not wanting to put too much pressure on the two of you. Even with your sneaking around, some of the team already knew.

Leo, Bree, and Sebastian(who'd been staying with y'all for a while now) were bionic humans and downright nosey for gods sake, not too much got by them, and Adam, poor Adam, just needs to learn how to knock before entering a room.

They'd cornered him one morning in the kitchen, commenting on the fresh hickey you'd just planted on his neck the night before.

"Oh my- Chase Davenport, is that a hickey?", Leo said, hand on his chest and imitating a voice that sounded a lot like Tasha.

Chase froze for a sec, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink, before deciding to not respond, and keep on making his coffee.

"Jesus Christ, we're gonna have to start calling Y/N the human vacuum. Look at the size of that thing!", Bree had laughed out, causing the others to join in.

Chase froze for the second time that day, coffee mug still in hand and turned around to look at his friends like a deer caught in headlights, "You know?!"

They all just laughed more at his facial expression before he turned to Adam, "You. I knew you knew already. You told them?"

Adam's hands quickly came up in defense, "Don't look at me, I had no idea they knew."

Chase hated the fact that they knew because the once harmless flirting was now purposeful. You were unaware of the extra cheekiness but Chase definitely wasn't.

The way Leo would make sure to refer to you as "Doll" whenever speaking to you, causing you to giggle, the way Sebastian would sensually guide you through your training, a few more touches to the arms and hips than usual, Bree taking any chance she could to cuddle up with you in the common room, and Adam was unaware of the whole thing.

They loved seeing the interaction between the two of you as you tried to figure out what was wrong with your boyfriend, his jaw clenched and face a light red color.

Chase let it go, deciding that some flirting wasn't hurting anyone, and he knew it wasn't serious.

That didn't last long.

It happened at one of Davenport's parties. You'd only had two drinks but that's all you needed to gain some liquid courage, going out to the dance floor.

You were feeling a bit loose, dancing with your friends. When the song changed from up tempo, to something a bit more slow and sensual, so did your dancing.

You were currently in between Leo and Sebastian, neither of them touching you in respect for their friend and your boyfriend, but that was as clean as it got.

Chase watched from afar as you rolled your body in between the two men, as if you weren't taken. He knew he couldn't openly say anything, in fear of someone noticing.

But the more he watched, the less amount of fucks he gave. Setting his drink down from the bar, Chase rudely abandoned a one sided conversation some lady was having with him, lying to her when he said "I'll be right back."

He stormed onto the dance area, stepping in between you and his friends. Grabbing your arm he flashes Leo and Seb a fake smile, "Mind if I borrow Y/N real quick?", not even giving them a chance to respond, he drags you out of the room.

"Chase! What're you doing, I was having fun!", you stop in the middle of the hall, upset that he took you away.

The man in question allows you to stop, knowing he could just pull you along if he wanted to, but decided against it.

"I didn't know acting like a slut in public was considered 'fun' nowadays.", he says with a glare.

Fed up with his attitude, you respond, "Yeah well, things have changed. It's called the 21st century, gramps."

You're quickly pushed against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could come and see you. Chase separates your legs with his knee, placing it on your core, his hand finding it's place on your neck.

"Y'know, I was gonna wait until we got to the room to fuck some sense into you, but maybe I should just do it right here. I bet you'd like that. For everyone to be able to see how much a whore you are."

You whine at his words, trying to grind down onto his thigh.

"I fuckin' knew it.", he laughs darkly, releasing your neck and stepping away from you, causing you to stumble from the wall. "Too bad I don't like sharing."

He makes his way to the elevator, leaving you to mindlessly trail behind him like a very horny puppy.

You thought for sure he'd make a move on you in the elevator, the short amount of privacy enough time for him to have you up against a wall, wet and begging, but he did nothing.

The elevator door opened and you wordlessly followed him to his room, he allowed you to walk in first, not even attempting to swat at your ass like he usually does.

Walking into the room, you turn when you hear the door close, fearful of your boyfriends sudden quietness. "Baby-"

"Quiet.", he cuts you off.

"But-"

"Sweetheart if I have to repeat myself, the night will be much worse for you than I already have planned."

His low tone and threatening words convince you to obey him, watching as he stops at your dresser, loosening his tie.

You have no choice but to stand there as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly, practically teasing you. His toned abs peek through and you feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight. Chase looks up and a dark chuckle escapes his mouth at the look on your face.

"See something you like?"

It's a rhetorical question because he knows how much you love his body, and he knows it's killing you to not touch him right now.

He strips down to his boxers, the room completely silent except for the pounding of your heartbeat. Chase walks over to the bed, getting himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, propping him up.

"Your turn." He tells you.

You quickly began to undress, and Chase tsks, "Slower. I want a show."

Obeying him you start to go a bit slower, feeling small under his intense stare.

Once you're completely stripped, he signals for you to come to him on the bed.

~~~

"Cmon baby, don't go dumb on me just yet."

Chase's request falls on deaf ears with you too focused on your impending orgasm. You'd lost count of how many you'd given him tonight, your brain too clouded to keep count of anything at the moment.

"Ohh, you're already there hm?"

Your partner uses his big hands, cradling your neck and face to get your attention on him. His hips continue to slap into yours, jolting you with every thrust.

He has your feet by your ears, body pressed to yours so closely that it's nearly intoxicating.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?", Chase taunted. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you even further.

You mumble out a "please" when he does it again, and Chase gives in.

He applies more pressure to your throat when he deepens the kiss, causing you to clench around him. He moans into your mouth, a whimper-like groan escaping him.

"You're mine, y'know that?" He asks and you nod.

“Yeah? But you don’t act like it.” Chase says bitterly

He’s referring to your little dance and you can tell just how mad it made him with the way his thrusts pick up.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You plead with him.

“Aww now that’s sweet.” He chuckles out.

“I am!” You insure. “But, I can’t cum again. I just can’t.” You knew your safe words. If you truly wanted him to stop, he would.

“Maybe if you were good, I’d be more sympathetic but since you weren’t, I’m not stopping.”

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passcode58 · 11 months

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Pairings | Chase Davenport x Cheerleader reader

Word Count | 1409

The hallways of Mission Creek High School were abuzz with excitement. It was the start of a new semester, and students were catching up with their friends and sharing stories of their summer adventures. Among them was Chase Davenport, a superpowered bionic teenager who had recently transferred to the school. He was anxious, this new change in environment didn't bode well for him. You see Chase was known for his intelligence and incredible abilities, which he had inherited from his bionic enhancements. This should make him cool, hot, and popular, right? However, instead, he was a short, nerdy nerd with the personality of a snobby egotistical dick, who often bit off more than he could chew. Not exactly your average pearly-tooth jock.

His brother was the cool guy. Tall, dark hair, chiselled jaw, and buff. Funny jokes, no brain but the charisma pulled through for him. He knew he couldn't compete but he wanted to at least make one friend. He made his way through the crowded hallway, eyes set on the new scenery around him. The floors were a bit dirty, but they were better than the tube he spent most of his life comfined to. So, he kept his eyes trained on the floor, until something caught his eye.

"And one, and two, and three!"

He noticed a group of cheerleaders practising their routines in the gymnasium. His attention was immediately drawn to one girl in particular. He didn't know who you were, he didn't know her name yet he felt the need to know you. Your legs came into view, perfectly visible due to the length of your skirt, or lack thereof. Gorgeous, dark, and muscular. Then, his gaze trailed upwards to your hips, they were more defined than the lot of girls in the school, and well the face card pulled full time. Plump lips, a beautiful mole, and pretty doe eyes. You were practically a doll, a pretty little thing, especially with your goddess braids done up, falling down your shoulder like a waterfall. He was simply entranced.

Then he heard your name.

"I'm sorry (Y/n). I messed up!"

"It's no problem Em, we can run it again, okay?"

'(Y/n), that's your name.' Your infectious energy and enthusiasm caught his eye. But also your beauty, but he's not shallow! He's not shallow for sure—

"Cool Kat's leading the cheer squad again." Someone shoved him aside, rushing into the gym to watch you. Now he also know your nickname is Cool Kat, and your real name was (Y/n). You were appointed captain for your incredible flexibility and captivating smile. You had always been the life of the party, lighting up any room you entered with your vivacious personality. As the cheerleading captain, you took your role seriously and put your heart and soul into every routine. You were cool, hot and popular but in brief moments he could see you tugging at the hem of your skirt and biting your lip, eyes creasing when something went wrong.

He watched you argue with someone for messing up the routine but you also helped them improve it, giving them a second chance. "Vicious but sweet," someone said. "Yeah she's Hot and cold," but she's so…dreamy.

Like any ordinary teenage boy— which ironically he was not— he couldn't help but feel a strange connection to you. There was something about you that intrigued him, something beyond your athletic prowess and dazzling smile but he didn't dare to approach you. Not yet, at least

"You know, bionic or not you could get arrested and a serious deduction in

social cred for creepily eyeing up the hottest girl in school." Bree says casually. Chase frowns. "I was not."

"You were," and now Adam joins in, stealing an apple from his bag.

"Look bro, we love you, okay? There's a lot of girls I'm sure would…date you— if you pray enough— but this chick ain't one." He felt that deep within because he believes it. He does and it hurts so he storms off.

He swore he wouldn't talk to you, he swore he'd stay away but god. He bumps into you in the hallway, such a cliché thing to do. His super strength sends you barrelling to the floor and tears well up in your eyes at the impact. It was hard, your leg began to bleed. Today was a bad day and he made it worse. "For fucks sake." your mouth was foul, he'd heard that about you too but he liked it. Not right now though, he panicked and rushed over frantically. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" and he moves over to lift you up but you don't like this. You hate it, who even is this boy and why was he touching you when you never asked for his help!? "Excuse me," You said and his arms were promptly pried off. The all knowing Chase Davenport didn't know what to do. "Hey I said I'm sorry." Chase repeats and his eyes soften. "Genuinely, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to, please just let me help you, it's the very least I could do." You were still upset, hands trembling but he gently placed his hands over you, and softly said "Breathe in…Breathe out… It was like a gust of gentle wind passed through you. Normally these exercises didn't help, but when he guided you it felt different. You could hear your heart beating slower and slower and suddenly, you didn't feel so defensive or upset. It was an accident. He wasn't setting this up to take advantage of you like other guys, he was genuinely a klutz with garbage timing. So you let him.

"Thank you, for helping me."

"Hey, I kinda knocked you over in the first place, which is so stupid of me, again I'm so sorry." But his guilt made you smile. "It's okay, stranger. I'm sorry I reacted like that. I was really defensive…guys here can be weird." And he knows, given that, you know he's not even a normal human being.

You took his features in. He seemed familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Noticing your gaze, he cleared his throat and announced "By the way, I'm Chase. I'm new here, and I couldn't help but notice your amazing cheerleading skills. You're really impressive." He didn't know where he got this confidence from, but his mind seemed to have been absolutely fucked when he saw your pretty eyes.

You turned to face Chase, eyes sparkling with excitement now. "Hey, Chase! You're one of the Devenport kids right? I've seen your siblings around." And his heart wants to sink as you mention his older brother chatting her up a few times and buying you drinks. Of course the older Davenport got to you first. Of course of course of course. "Thanks for the compliment. I'm always thrilled to meet new people, especially those who appreciate cheerleading. It's such a passion of mine! Although the circumstances are quite…undesirable," and then he's brought out of his jealousy by your words. "Your brother is so sweet but he doesn't seem to appreciate my cheerleading like you do. Say, wanna talk some more?" and to be honest he doesn't even know what to make of this, so he awkwardly shakes his head. Maybe it was a shitty prank but once they actually continued talking, Chase discovered that you were not only talented but also incredibly kind and down-to-earth. A bit snappy— he made note not to get on your bad side— but generally pretty sweet.

"Chase, you're genuine and I like that. I like you, I think we should be friends, if you don't mind that is, I totally get if you don't want t—"

"NO!" Upon bearing his output your heart sank and your eyes widen, immediately, surprised by this. Maybe he didn't like you?

"Wait not no— I meant yes, as in I want to be your friend!" and you smile.

"Then take my number."

He can't stop himself from grinning like a fool, but he holds it together.

"I— uh, I just want to tell you, while I think you're pretty I want to get to know you for more than that. I genuinely think you're an amazing person and thanks for giving me a chance." And for the first time you didn't feel like (Y/n) the vain, mean, airheaded, snappy and arrogant cheerleader. Weirdly enough this weirded you out, but it was something new and exciting and you were willing to give this friendship a chance too.

I'm in love

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inactive-hellish-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Caught in the act | Chase Davenport x male reader

genre: fluff

requested: yes

summary: Chase Davenport struggles with finding time to spend with his boyfriend due to missions and trying to hide the relationship from his family. Fortunately, his family was going out and coming home late one night. Or so he thought.

a/n: Again, sorry this took so long anon! But i hope you enjoy it. Some of the characters may be slightly ooc because I haven't seen Lab Rats in forever, but I tried my best.

word count: 1.9k

It wasn’t often you got to spend time with your boyfriend. Between going on missions, training, and homework, Chase didn’t have much spare time. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t want to tell his family about your relationship just yet, the act of tiptoeing around them making it even more difficult. Luckily, the Davenports were going out for dinner and a movie, and Chase had the wonderful excuse of an upcoming test to get out of it. He’d already gotten confirmation from Donald that all of them would be out all night, returning home far past the point of 10pm, and sent you a text to come by at noon with your school bag under the pretext of studying together for the same test.

~~~

“We’ll be back a little after 10. There’s leftovers in the fridge, or you can order something for dinner. And there better be nobody other than you and y/n in this house while we’re gone!” Mr. Davenport was the last one to leave the house, and he only did so after you and Chase repeatedly assured him that there would be no parties or breaking of rules of any sort. Once he was sure that the car was out of the driveway and far out of sight, Chase flopped down next to you on the couch, practically sitting on your lap with how close he was. You didn’t mind it one bit.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a dopey grin on his face, and you couldn’t help but return it.

“Hey yourself.” A comfortable silence blanketed over the room, so you spent a moment taking in every feature of your boyfriend’s face, reveling in the slight blush that formed at the attention.

“As much as I like it, staring at each other wasn’t on the agenda.”

“An agenda?” You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched Chase dig around in his bag. “Don’t tell me you actually made a plan for today.” Just as the words left your mouth, he turned and held up a piece of paper with an even bigger smile than earlier.

“Of course I did! We've got movies, Netflix, books, board games, video games, and I bought a bunch of snacks!" He sat next to you again and pointed at the first thing on the handwritten schedule, though it was difficult to read the messy scrawl.

"We start with Sorry! Ready?" In response, you simply stared at him in silence with an exasperated, yet amused, smile.

"What? You don't like it? I wanted to make tonight as perfect as possible since we don't really get to spend a lotta time together, so I thought a schedule would- "

You cut him off with a quick kiss and grabbed his hand, thumbing over his knuckles. “For the smartest man alive, you sure are dumb." He looked slightly offended, though the pink dusting his cheeks told you he wasn’t. "I don't need an entire schedule to have fun, I just want to spend time with you. That's more than enough."

"That's adorable, and disgustingly cheesy. You really are a good boyfriend aren't you?"

"The best, and only for you." You leaned in for a kiss with exaggerated motions, and he pushed you away, laughter filling the air.

"So… is that a no to Sorry?" He asked sheepishly once your voices quieted once more and shook the board game box a few times.

"Sorry sounds great, babe."

~~~

After a few hours of playing board games (hours because Monopoly took much longer than expected), you both decided that snacks and a movie would be a good way to cool off your overheated brains.

You sat on the couch, getting comfortable with various chip bags surrounding you and a weighted blanket on your lap as Chase finished adjusting the settings on the TV. He claimed it would make the movie-viewing experience better, and you didn't have the heart to tell him the audio and visuals felt the same as they did before he changed stuff around.

"Annnd done!" With that, he shuffled under the blanket and after a moment of thought, conflict evident in the furrow of his brow, he chose to sit with his right thigh over your left and burrow into your side like a cat rather than next to you. He said he felt too clingy at the beginning of the relationship, but you made sure to assure him that you enjoyed it, and his so-called “clingy” tendencies began to show clearly.

The movie began to play, an animated romance/fantasy film you didn’t know the title of, and you leaned into your boyfriend while he did the same. Chase grabbed a bag of chips—Doritos, you noted absentmindedly—and you grabbed a handful, popping one into your mouth. The quiet crunching of chips filled the air, and the night went on like this for a while. The two of you in a dark room sharing chips, sharing kisses, commenting on the movie once in a while, shifting to a more comfortable position, and basking in each others’ presence because such moments were rare and too beautiful not to enjoy.

Around halfway through, as the protagonist on screen began a monologue about their love for their love interest, you felt eyes on you. You turned to be met with Chase’s intense eyes, widened from being caught staring, and a bit of blush evident in the light from the TV.

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

“Obviously you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, then what’re you thinking about?”

“Now that’s a better question.” He sighed and placed his head on your shoulder. Something he did when he was either tired or embarrassed; you assumed it was the latter.

“I was thinking about you. Us. How lucky I am to have you. The fact that you’re my boyfriend, the fact that I’m your boyfriend… The fact that we’re boyfriends! Like, that’s insane!” He sighed, and it was heavier than the moment called for. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sound. “I know I haven’t been the best, not telling my family about our relationship, and being busy all the time with missions, and—”

“Hey, none of that.”

You raised his head and cupped his face with your hands, brushing your thumb against his cheekbone lightly.

“I already said, I don’t mind keeping us a secret until you’re ready to tell your family, and you can’t apologize for going on missions! You’re literally saving peoples’ lives, Chase! I admire you even more for it.” You were about to continue a monologue about your love for him when he cut you off with a kiss. It was long, but chaste, until he quickly changed his position to straddle your legs. It wasn’t unusual for either of you, since he often sat on your lap or between your legs casually, claiming it was comfortable, but it did give you the perfect opportunity to tease.

“I’m not complaining, but isn't this moving a bit too—”

“I’m definitely in love with you.”

You froze, not expecting the confession. Neither of you had used the L word yet, although you thought it many times, and after the initial shock faded, you felt your face go hot and your heart do flips.

“You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready, or you don’t feel the same.”

“No! I mean, yes. I love you too, I mean. I’m also in love with you.”

It was safe to say the movie was far forgotten at this point. It became background sound to the genuine confessions and charged stares. Eye contact was only broken when Chase made the move to kiss you again, and you accepted the action with equal enthusiasm.

Far too busy kissing and whispering sweet words to each other, neither of you succeeded in hearing the car pull up in the driveway, the voices getting louder as the people got closer to the door, and the jingling of keys as the door was unlocked. Only after the lights were turned on did you pull away and turn to see the rest of the Davenports standing at the door with incredulous expressions. You were frozen, but Chase practically jumped off of you, fixing his hair and clothes to look a little tidier.

“Mr. Davenport! You-you’re early! We totally weren’t doing anything! And we’re not dating, or anything! He was just about to go home, actually!” When he realized it didn’t do anything to convince anybody, he sighed. “Fine. I know it’s shocking, but we are… together…”

“I knew it! Adam, you owe me 10 bucks!” Bree’s gleeful voice pierced through the room, accompanied by Adam’s groan.

“How was I supposed to know they were together? It’s not like they told anybody!” The oldest sibling defended himself while pulling out a ten from his wallet and handing it over to Bree’s eager hands.

“Oh, come on, it was obvious! Have you seen the way they look at each other? It’s so cheesy it’s gross.”

“Maybe it was just a really close bro look!”

“If any of my friends looked at me like that, we wouldn’t be just friends for long.”

“Wait, you guys bet on us?” You asked them amused, but Chase looked at them with offense clear on his face.

“That’s not okay! My relationships are none of your business, and definitely not your entertainment!”

“Exactly! Guys, come on. No making bets on each other,” Mr. Davenport pitched in. “At least, not without letting me in on it.” He, Bree, and Adam all chuckled, but was shut down by Mrs. Davenport slapping her husband’s shoulder.

“Enough. Chase, why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“Yeah, why didn’t you?” Leo followed up Mrs. Davenport’s comment, as though attempting to be heard through the chaos, but most people ignored him in favor of listening to Chase’s response.

“I dunno, I guess I was just… scared that you guys wouldn’t approve. I mean, Mr. Davenport always told us it was too dangerous to get into relationships because of our missions, and I didn’t think you guys would like the fact that I sorta… told him about our bionics.” At this point, you were standing next to him and silently held his hand in support.

Mr. Davenport looked ready to scold him, likely about the second part of the confession, but Mrs. Davenport shut him down again.

“Oh, Chase. I get where you’re coming from, but we’re your family, and we care too much about you to stay mad. Though, I think we will need to talk about this later.” Chase nodded in understanding, and let out a sigh of what felt like relief.

“I totally get it, dude. I’d break Davenport’s rules if it meant dating someone as chill as y/n too,” Adam said with a grin.

“Just keep it out of my face and I don’t really care what you do,” Bree said with a serious tone, though her expression made it obvious that it was lighthearted.

“See? Told you they’d be okay with it.” You nudged Chase with your hips and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, eliciting another blush from him along with various sounds of disgust from the rest of his family.

The night ended with you and Chase cleaning up the living room and you spending the night at the Davenports’ place, as you have many times before. Only this time, you had to convince Mr and Mrs. Davenport to allow you to share a room with Chase.

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imogensheaneyy · 2 years

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what if: ‘avalanche!’ ; chase davenport

summary: what if chase wasn’t acting? what if he joined douglas in avalanche?

or: in which the team realises how much they actually need chase and fight to get him back but maybe he doesn’t want to come back

word count: 4.2k

warnings: donald davenport bashing, slight bree/adam/leo bashing, ambiguous/open ending, mention of emotional abuse (from donald to chase)

note: this turned into more of a 'fuck donald davenport, chase gets a family that cares about him' more than a 'chase turned evil' thing but enjoy :)

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“Chase?” Davenport watched as Chase stared at him with a deadpan expression, looking not the least bit impressed. “What are you doing?”

“He’s with me now, Donny,” Douglas gloated, throwing an arm around Chase’s shoulders, a determined glint in his eyes. His blood boiled at the self-righteous look on his brother’s face, Donald had always been the type of person to expect that things would go his way and Douglas was relieved to have something against him.

Douglas couldn’t help but see himself in Chase, especially after witnessing the way that Chase was used and pushed around by his siblings. Douglas’s childhood hadn’t been all that different, granted he and Donny never had any bionic abilities but the general environment wasn’t that different, he and Donny were always forced to compete for everything; food, free time, their parents’ affections - Douglas always seemed to lose out on that last one.

Bree and Adam exchanged a look when they saw Chase, side by side with Douglas, he had tried to control them and kill their brother, why would Chase want to associate with him? They didn’t recognise the boy in front of them, this wasn’t the Chase they knew.

Donald was confused but he wasn’t worried, Chase was a genius, there was no way he would actually side with Douglas, he was sure this was just a ploy to gain Douglas’s trust and so he just shrugged his shoulders. “You think that matters, Dougie?” He taunted his younger brother, as he always had. “I have speed and strength on my side.”

Watching his ‘father’ dismiss him so easily sent a sharp pain to Chase’s heart, he had hoped that showing up with Douglas would push Davenport into admitting how much he valued Chase, not the complete opposite. He steeled his expression, avoiding the pleading looks his brother and sister were sending him; if he wanted to truly change, he couldn’t let their judgements impact him so, as difficult as it was, he ignored them.

If he hadn’t, he would have noticed the way Adam’s lips curled up in disgust and the way Bree shook her head before looking away. It wasn’t until Adam spoke that he realised how their reactions had changed, “Mr Davenport’s right, it’s not like we need him,” Adam sneered, instantly regretting his words but it was too late.

“Is that so?” Chase taunted, an uncharacteristic smirk growing on his lips. “I guess you’ll be able to get out of this situation with no problem whatsoever, then.”

“What situation?” Bree asked but no later than the words had left her mouth, all the lights in the lab shut off and they were plunged into complete darkness. It only took a few moments until the backup generator kicked in and the lights flickered on but by that time Douglas and Chase were already gone, leaving nothing but a shattered screen on the desk.

“Welcome,” Douglas spread his arms wide as he and Chase walked into the building. “Home Sweet Home 2.0; obviously the old one was a little beyond repair but worry not, I assign no blame to you.”

Chase awkwardly smiled at his uncle/dad, still unsure how he was supposed to refer to him. “It’s a lot less dungeon-y?” He offered half-heartedly.

“That’s exactly what I said,” Chase turned around to see a figure walking towards them; when he was nearer he noticed that it was Marcus.

“Marcus? I thought you were…?”

“Crushed under a pile of rubble? Me too, but Dad pulled me out and fixed me up, new and improved Marcus,” He said with a wide grin.

Chase couldn’t help but feel conflicted - sure, Marcus and Douglas had equally hurt them but Marcus had infiltrated their lives, making them care about him just to stab them in the back, it wasn’t something he was able to easily sweep under the rug but part of him knew that Marcus wasn’t at fault, he had just been following orders which was certainly something that Chase could understand. Although it didn’t help that he felt a strong, overwhelming need to get back at the others; when they were kids, he, Bree, and Adam had always promised to have each other’s backs and it hurt Chase that they had apparently forsaken that promise to build themselves up.

They had always protected Chase when Mr Davenport’s anger would get the better of him. Mr Davenport had known that Chase’s abilities would take a little longer to kick in than Adam and Bree’s but that hadn’t stopped him from directing his frustration towards the youngest. Bree would wrap her arms around him and speed them away from Mr Davenport, hiding elsewhere in the lab until Adam came to find them, while Adam would pick up random objects and hurl them at their ‘father’ to distract him and direct his anger towards someone that could fight back, even at a young age.

Chase blinked back tears as he pulled himself from his memories, ignoring the sting in his heart when he realised that they may never have that bond again.

“Nice,” He noticed how proud Douglas looked when he talked to or about Marcus and wondered if Mr Davenport had ever looked that way when he spoke about him, he highly doubted it.

Chase looked around the new building, it looked more like an actual house than a ‘lair’ which surprised him, he had expected something more like the previous building Marcus and Douglas had been living in; a decrepit, worn down, factory-type building instead of something straight out of suburbia.

As Marcus gave him a tour of the house, they ended up stood in front of a room at the end of the corridor. “What’s that?” Chase asked curiously.

“Our room,” Marcus said, pushing the door open and waiting for the lights to flicker on. “Your bed should be getting delivered at some point later on so that’ll go here too.”

The room was simple, similar to Leo’s bedroom, with a single bed against the back wall, bookcases, a games console, miscellaneous posters plastered across the walls, and a wardrobe in the corner.

“Where’s your capsule? Don’t you need to, I don’t know, recharge all the time?” He asked.

“Not anymore, Dad figured out a way to have the battery in my system last longer when he rebuilt me so I only have to recharge once a week; he’s been working on some stuff for your chip as well so you might actually get to sleep lying down for once,” Marcus joked, nudging Chase with his elbow which made the latter break in a fit of awkward laughs. Maybe this won’t be so bad, he thought to himself. After all, Mr Davenport had never even considered doing something like this before.

Bree yelled in frustration as she tried to log onto Davenport’s system, “Why is this taking so long?” She complained, throwing her hands in the air and slumping into the seat behind her.

Leo was sitting next to her, looking just as frustrated. “At least it was pretty easy for Big D to fix the screen and it doesn’t look like any valuable data was taken,” He was trying to find the bright side but doing anything in the lab, even just being there, knowing Chase wasn’t going to come walking through the doors made it feel somewhat tainted.

They hated to admit it but something about Chase not being around felt wrong.

Adam wasn’t doing much better, he hadn’t spoken much since Chase and Douglas left; the most he did was send a scathing glare towards Mr Davenport when he walked in, jolly as can be, and started talking about a new mission.

They all looked up as soon as he walked in, tablet at the ready, “Alright, gang, today we’ve got an easy one, just a regular leak at the power plant, shouldn’t be that tough; Bree, Adam, go suit up.”

“How are we going to do it without Chase?” Adam asked, crossing his arms over his chest and the glare he directed towards Mr Davenport was intense enough to make Leo and Bree flinch.

“What?”

“Bree gets us there, I do the heavy lifting, then Chase scans the area to tell us how we need to fix it; how are we going to do it without him?”

“He’s not wrong, Big D,” Leo chimed in, looking nervous. “Chase is mission leader for a reason.”

“Was, Leo,” Davenport snapped. “Chase chose his side, now suit up.”

Leo sent Bree and Adam a weak smile before retreating to his mission specialist desk, all three of them knew that Donald Davenport could be the most stubborn man on the planet; it was more likely that pigs would fly before he admitted that he was wrong so it was decided - if they wanted to get Chase back, they’d have to do it themselves.

When Bree and Adam returned, bloodied and bruised because they had run into some trouble, they noticed that Leo was sitting at his mission specialist desk, waiting for them and looking quite nervous.

“Leo?” Bree asked, exchanging a confused glance with Adam. “What are you doing down here? I thought you’d be upstairs by now.”

“Mom’s yelling at Big D, there’s no way I was getting in the middle of that,” Leo chuckled sadly, shaking his head.

“About what?” Adam wondered.

“Chase,” They all exchanged a look of understanding; although she claimed to love all of her bionic stepchildren equally, there was no denying that Chase was most definitely her favourite, she always seemed to have a soft spot for him.

“Actually,” Bree perked up, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “Want to hear what they’re saying?”

“Yeah but that would involve going upstairs,” Leo replied.

“Not really,” She said, directing them to a small space in the wall and they saw that above their heads, there was a pipe that had been slightly damaged and, therefore, Mr Davenport and Tasha’s voices echoed from the living room.

“What is wrong with you, Donald?”

“Tasha, he sided with the enemy, he doesn’t get to come back even if he wanted to!”

“You’ve made that decision all on your own, have you?” The acid in Tasha’s voice sent shivers down their spines.

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes! You are! Chase is my son too and if you don’t get him back, I’m done!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that if you don’t apologise and get Chase back, I’m leaving, I’m taking Leo and getting a divorce; Donald, he is your son and you don’t get to abandon him for realising that you haven’t been treating him right.”

“Divorce?” Bree wondered out loud as they walked away from the pipe, not wanting to hear any more of the adults’ conversation. “She wouldn’t actually divorce him, would she?”

“Mom loves Chase, she probably would.”

“I don’t blame her.”

“What?” Bree and Leo both looked toward Adam with a mixture of shock and confusion plastered across their faces.

“Mr Davenport’s not a great dad,” He reluctantly admitted. “But he’s even less of a good husband, he’s constantly complaining about ‘family time’ or whenever Tasha wants to spend the day with him, he’d rather be training us or making a new invention, it’s like he doesn’t care about her.”

Silence enveloped the lab as they considered Adam’s words, he wasn’t wrong.

“Maybe Chase had the right idea,” Leo murmured bitterly, shaking his head. The idea of having to leave his siblings wasn’t a reality he wanted to face but he had never heard his mom sound so determined before.

If they didn’t already plan to get Chase back, they sure as hell did now.

Chase couldn’t stop smiling. He didn’t realise how supportive of a father Douglas was; Marcus had returned back from shopping, as Douglas didn’t want to risk people recognising them together, and he had launched into an excitable ramble about the women at the store teaching him about baking bread. He waved around the paper on which she had written the recipe with detailed instructions, Douglas grabbed the paper from his hands and started walking around the kitchen, checking for equipment and ingredients.

As happy as he was, Chase couldn’t help thinking that if that had been him and he had gone back to Mr Davenport with a bread recipe, he would’ve scoffed or laughed in his face because “missions come first, always” before launching into a lecture about how important his responsibilities to the team were. The realisation made his stomach turn.

As much as he was glad to be away from Mr Davenport, he missed the others. He missed Leo’s jokes and his competitiveness while they played on the games console in the living room; he missed Tasha’s attempts at cooking which usually ended in ordering takeout and laughing at her failed efforts; he missed Bree and the loud conversations she had with Caitlin over the phone, sending him annoyed looks whenever he bothered her; he couldn’t believe it but he had actually started to miss the way that Adam launched him across the lab, now that there was a chance that it may never happen again, he found himself yearning for it.

Living with Douglas and Marcus, however, was unlike anything he’d thought it would be.

Douglas was, surprisingly, the exemplification of what a father should be - he made real food and asked him and Marcus about their day, he didn’t force Chase to take on any more responsibilities than he was comfortable with. It felt strange being treated as a son instead of a soldier.

Marcus had really leaned into the ‘brother’ role and had begun confiding in Chase about the things that scared him - that one day Douglas would change his mind and deactivate him, that he has nightmares of being crushed under piles of rubble and wakes up in cold sweats.

In return, Chase confided some of his fears in Marcus - that at any point, Spike could come charging out and Chase would, once again, be left to deal with the aftermath; that somehow, Mr Davenport would remotely switch off his chip and he’d be used as an asset because it had always been drilled into him that that was his purpose.

All day, Leo, Bree, and Adam had been brainstorming ideas to get Chase back.

Mr Davenport had told them that ‘Chase had made his bed, it’s time for him to lie in it’ and stressed that they weren’t to attempt to see or speak to him anytime soon. They, of course, decided to completely ignore his orders because Chase was their brother, for god’s sake, and they were going to get him back, one way or another.

They had settled on an idea which was, admittedly, not their best one - to find and confront him, and apologise - but they didn’t know what else they could do since Mr Davenport apparently felt no need to mend any bridges. Above all else, it shocked them that he was so quick and willing to wash his hands with Chase as if he hadn’t raised him from a toddler - Adam and Bree wondered if they were that easily dispensible to him.

“Can you see him?” Adam asked, his voice muffled by the doughnut he was eating. He shrugged when Bree slapped his arm and Leo held a finger to his lips, motioning for him to stay quiet.

Bree huffed, already regretting her decision to go with Leo’s master plan. “If he sees or hears us, he’ll probably take off. Remember when you tried to pet the goats at the zoo?”

“They ran off,” He replied, a slight pout on his lips as he remembered the way that the animal bounded away from him in fear.

“Chase is the goat in this situation, if we move too quickly, he’ll run off.” To which, Adam nodded understandingly. Chase in the goat, he repeated to himself.

Leo, having watched Big D and Chase use the systems enough times to learn how to track their bionic chips had finally narrowed down Chase’s location to a park a few miles away; as soon as he had found Chase’s location, the three of them instantly set off, hoping that Chase didn’t have any other plans and would still be there when they arrived.

When they arrived at the park, they didn’t see Chase straight away but, on a patch of grass, they noticed Douglas and someone who looked remarkably like Marcus, but they shook the thought from their heads, they had watched Marcus get completely crushed when Douglas’ old lab was destroyed, it couldn’t possibly be him.

They were able to give up for the day and walk away when they saw Chase walk toward the two; he was holding a tray with three soda bottles, two hot dogs and one box of nachos but what concerned and surprised them the most was the look of genuine happiness he had on his face, which only seemed to increase as he walked closer to Douglas and Marcus.

Chase didn’t seem at all shocked or enraged to see Marcus, as they expected him to be, instead he passed the tray to Doulas and clasped a hand down on Marcus’s shoulder as he sat down, much like Adam used to do to him.

Douglas, who was seated behind both Marcus and Chase, pulled something from his backpack and the three teens readied themselves to defend their brother but relaxed when they saw him hand a bunch of spare parts and tools to Chase, who brightened at the sight of them. They recognised the tell-tale signs of one of Chase’s lectures in which he would spend almost an hour detailing how exactly something worked, even though no one had asked to know.

Except, instead of looking bored and rolling their eyes, Douglas and Marcus seemed intrigued by whatever Chase was saying, enough to ask him questions and spur him on to explain and discuss more.

Leo glared at Marcus, he was usually on the receiving end of Chase’s explanations; sure, he was often sent to sleep by them but that was his right as a brother.

Bree pursed her lips at the sight; when they were kids, she and Chase used to be inseparable but as they grew up she found herself gravitating away from him and more towards Adam, it had never hit her how much she missed her baby brother.

Adam, probably, had the most visceral reaction to seeing Chase with Douglas and Marcus, he felt betrayed but a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he had contributed to pushing Chase away when he should’ve had his back.

Chase was apprehensive when he walked into the living room and saw Douglas nervously sitting on the couch. “Should I be worried?” He chuckled, dropping his backpack onto the floor and shrugging off his jacket off his shoulders.

“No, well, the neighbours are still asking questions so you and Marcus are going back to school, yay!” He awkwardly cheered, urging Chase to have a better reaction than Marcus, who was definitely not a fan of returning to Mission Creek High School.

“Oh, okay then,” To say Chase was nervous would have been an understatement; the idea of physically going back to school didn’t bother him as much as the knowledge that he was going to Adam, Bree, and Leo again, the last time he saw them, they had looked so angry and disappointed in him, he didn’t want to experience that again.

Douglas seemed to be able to read the thoughts flashing through his mind because he jumped to ease his worries. “Marcus is going to be with you the entire time, if they want to do anything, they’ll have to get through him, and I’ve upgraded his bionics so, trust me, they’ll have a hard time doing so.”

Chase took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, should be fine,” He mumbled to himself as he walked out of the room without giving Douglas an answer, which worried the older man to no end.

Douglas never wanted to put Chase in a position to be hurt again, maybe he saw a bit too much of himself in the young boy but he felt the need to protect him and never let any harm come to him, like an actual father. He had always viewed Chase, Adam, and Bree as weapons to be sold but now he couldn’t fathom why he ever thought that.

Chase was his son, and he was going to make damn well sure that nobody hurt him.

Adam, Bree, and Leo were huddled at Bree’s locker, discussing other plans to see Chase and apologise when Caitlin ran up, words already tumbling from her lips. “Did you hear? I’m sure you did but did you hear?”

“Hear what, Caitlin?” Bree tried not to sound irritated by her friend’s presence.

Any annoyance in her voice went unheard or undetected by Caitlin. “Your nerdy brother and that Marcus kid are back, how come you didn’t tell me? Everyone’s been wondering where he went because we can actually talk in physics now.”

“What?” The three teens erupted in unison.

Caitlin took a step back, noticing how shocked they were. “How did you not know? He’s your brother isn’t he?”

“Yeah but,” Bree grasped for something to tell her. “He went away with our uncle so we didn’t know he was back yet.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

Caitlin had barely walked off when Marcus and Chase appeared in the frame of the front door, purposefully avoiding their direction, walking off towards the stairs and, as they later found out, Chase’s new locker. Another stab went through their hearts when they realised that Chase had exchanged lockers with someone just to get away from them.

“How are we going to talk to him now?” Bree hissed.

“Marcus can’t be with him every second of the day, we’ll find a way,” Leo rationalised before he glanced at the clock and saw the time. “And right now, we’re late for class.”

Ignore them, ignore them, ignore them, Chase repeated the words to himself in the hopes that he would start to listen. Marcus had warned him this morning that his siblings had seen them in the park and were planning on confronting him at some point so he had promised to be at Chase’s side as much as he possibly could - something that Chase was eternally grateful for, he didn’t think he would have the strength to rebuff their apologies otherwise.

So far, Marcus had kept to his word, there hadn’t been a moment in the day that he was too far. Every now and then, he could catch a glimpse of Bree’s hair or hear Leo’s trainers squeak on the freshly polished floor and he would hide until they passed.

His luck was about to run, however, because, as he was piling his books into his locker, he felt their presence behind him, no Marcus in sight and he cursed himself for not waiting for him to be done talking to their teacher.

“Hey,” He said awkwardly as he shut his locker and turned around, reluctantly meeting their gazes. Chase was expecting scathing glares from all three of them but he almost flinched when he saw the earnest and, frankly, pleading looks they were sending him.

“Chase,” Leo took a deep breath. “Come home.”

He felt his anger flare up. “What home?” He replied harshly, feeling some sort of sick pleasure in seeing them jerk away at his tone.

“Chasey,” Adam called him the name he hadn’t spoken since they were kids and Chase felt Spike start to slowly surface.

“Don’t,” His voice was sharp. “Where was this support before? You’ve got speed and strength, remember, what do you need me for?”

“We were wrong,” Bree looked like it physically pained her to admit the fact. “Mr Davenport is pretty stubborn but we miss you and we were wrong to turn on you like that.”

“Mom misses you too,” For the first time since they had confronted him, they watched as Chase’s angry expression slipped ever so slightly at the mention of Tasha.

Chase opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t get the chance.

“What’s going on here?” They could feel the anger emanating from the form of the boy behind them.

Marcus had finally pulled himself away from his teacher to realise that Chase had disappeared, he muttered a string of curses under his breath before he went off in search of his brother. To his annoyance and slight horror, Chase looked like he had been accosted at his locker. He couldn’t help but feel his blood boil at the sight; sure, he and Douglas were still making amends to Chase but seeing three of the people that had underestimated him so much infuriated him.

They turned as one when they heard him. Adam’s pleading gaze quickly shifted, as did Leo and Bree’s, into a scowl, their lips curling at the sight of him. He fought back a smirk at the knowledge that they hated him so much.

“What does it matter to you?” Bree hissed. “This is a family problem.”

“He is family, Bree,” Chase insisted, ignoring the looks of indignation. “Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of Marcus.”

Bree could practically feel the fear emanating from Chase, her little brother was scared of her, and the thought shook her to her core. “Chase, come home, please.”

Chase glanced from her to Marcus and back again, looking indecisive and overwhelmed. “I…”

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becca-is-not-well · 9 months

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Hi pretty!

So I have a super cute idea that won't let me rest

So basically how do you think chase davenport would react to the reader stealing his clothes

Like pajama pants, one of his flannels, a tee shirt

Id yoyu don't wanna write if you totally don't have to🩷

NAH HE WOULD BE SO FLUSTERED AT FIRST AND THEN BE LIKE "Wait why is this kinda-" LIKE HE'D GO 🤨😲😳🥺😏

Chase Davenport x reader

Warnings: fluffy, a little cheesy, and gets suggestive at the end (im sorry I couldn't help myself I love him sm sobbb) 2nd person (you/yours) also I didn't specify how the clothes fit cause I'm a big girl and I know for a fact Chase's clothes would be tight on me if I even managed to squeeze in lol so it's hopefully as inclusive as possible :)

"Hey, has anyone seen my blue flannel?" Chase asked the living room full of superheros.

"You have, like, a hundred blue flannels. Care to narrow it down at all?" Bree responded with her usual amount of attitude. Chase sent her an unamused look.

"Then have you seen my sweatpants? I'm staying with my girlfriend tonight and I can't find any of my clothes," he says exasperated.

"I bet Oliver stole them. He had a history," Kaz looks away his best friend with an amused smile.

"For the last time, I didn't realize they were your underwear! I wouldn't have touched them with a ten-foot pole if I had realized," Oliver shuddered at the memory while Bree and Chase both rolled their eyes.

"Oh! Skyler, have you seen my blue flannel and/or my sweatpants?" Chase asked the alien as she walked into the room.

"You have about a hundred blue flannels, how am I supposed to know which one you're looking for?" Skyler replied immediately. Bree pointed at Skyler dramatically while looking at her brother.

"See?!" She said triumphantly, happy for the unexpected validation. Chase rolled his eyes so hard, it was a surprise they didn't get stuck looking at his brain.

"And this is why I'm going away for the night," he said with a sarcastic smile before turning around and leaving the room.

After almost a half hour of searching, he still couldn't find his missing clothes. But Chase was nothing if not punctual, so he ended up just throwing some random clothes in his bag and heading out the door to get to your apartment on time.

Soon enough, he was right outside the familiar door that led into a small apartment. The man let out a content sigh as he opened the door and took in the familiar sights and smells of the place, happy to finally get away from his own home and spend the night with his love.

"Honey, I'm home!" Chase called out, only half joking.

A blur of blue and gray suddenly came full speed out of the bedroom, colliding with him in a tight hug. After taking a second to regain his balance, he chuckled and hugged you back just as hard.

"Hi, baby," he said, burying his face in your hair and breathing deeply. It had been a rough week for him, but all the tension in his body left with a simple hug.

"I missed you~" you said in a slightly whiny tone, holding onto Chase even tighter.

"Missed you too, bug," he chuckled at your enthusiasm to see him, warmth and love rising in his chest. No one had ever had a reaction like this to simply seeing him before- and it was definitely a boost in confidence.

After a few more moments in each other's embrace, you both pulled away slightly, smiling at each other. Silently, you met each other's lips for a sweet, slow peck.

"Wait- what are you-" Chase pulled away again, his big brain processing what he had seen you wearing in the split second he had looked down. "Is that my flannel?"

You just nodded with a sweetly oblivious smile, stepping back to show the whole outfit.

"And your pants- and this might be your t-shirt," you told him happily. Chase just stood there in confusion- and a little bit of awe. Sure enough, your entire outfit consisted of his clothes.

"Is- that okay?" You asked after a moment of silence from Chase.

"Uh- yeah! Yeah, of course," he replied, a smile working its way onto his face.

It was cliché, but he decided quickly that seeing his you in his clothes was the best thing that would ever grace his eyes. You just looked so cute standing there, a shy smile on your face as you presented the clothing that used to belong to him. Obviously, though, he thought you looked much better than he ever did in the clothes- he would never dream of asking for them back.

Soon, the innocent adoration turned into something a bit less innocent. A surge of possessiveness and pride swelled in him as he looked you up and down again.

"You look so pretty, I don't know if I want to take my clothes off you or just keep looking," he said, the surge of confidence overtaking him as he stepped closer again.

You let out a giggle as he took your waist in his hands, pulling your body closer.

"I may or may not have a preference," you told him, subconsciously biting your lip.

"Oh really? Why don't you show me which one you want, then?" Chase said with a smile, meeting you for another kiss.

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUWST YOU HAVE NO IDRA HOW HAPPY I AM

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multxanna · 8 months

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making two canonically related people unrelated in your fanfiction just so you can pair them together does not make you any less weird and sick btw

#PSA #y’all mad seek therapy!!!!#y’all need help #fanfiction #fuck proshitters #anti proshitter #proshitters dni #brase #lab rats #chase davenport #lab rats bionic island #leo dooley #adam davenport #bree davenport #lab rats elite force #disney xd #donald davenport #elsanna #encanto

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phantomstatistician · 4 months

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Fandom: Lab Rats

Character: Bree Davenport

Sample Size: 191 stories

Source: AO3

#bree davenport #skylar storm #kaz #chase davenport #ethan #owen #oliver #marcus davenport #douglas davenport #caitlin #sebastian #lab rats #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician

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thou-babbling-brook · 7 months

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Cold Feet

AO3

Rating: G

Word Count: 2216

Tags: Davenport Homestead, Assassin's Creed III, American Revolution, Canon Compliant, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, "The Wedding" Mission

Summary: Connor convinces Myriam to start her new life with Norris. Set during "The Wedding" Homestead mission between the chase sequence and the wedding scene. Hope you guys enjoy!

Connor would be the first to admit that he knew little to nothing about colonial wedding customs. Aside from a few comprehensive history and culture lessons from his teen years when he first traveled to Achilles, Connor knew nothing about the complexities of colonial weddings. Father Timothy had been kind enough to explain a few key details, such as “giving” Myriam away at the altar (which Connor was more than happy to do for his old friend), but details slipped Connor’s mind from time to time over the next several days of intense planning and preparation.

But there was one thing that Connor was sure they did not include: chasing the bride in question through the snow-covered trees minutes before her wedding.

The day began with as much chaos as one would expect. Before the roosters began to crow, nearly every member of the Homestead bustled about preparing for the joyous celebration. Oliver and Corrine worked hard preparing their finest wines for the occasion while preparing the livestock meat and crops gathered by Warren and Prudence – and of course, little baby Hunter, who cooed excitedly against his mother’s back. Once finished organizing the food, Prudence and Corrine joined the ladies in adorning Myriam in fine, comfortable fabrics suitable for the huntress. Ellen poked needles into the sides to ensure the stitching was up to par, while Diana and Catherine squawked at Connor and Norris for accidentally stepping near the bride’s suite (which Connor did not dare remind the ladies was his home).

In the meantime, Big Dave and Lance worked tirelessly to adorn both the inn and the church with banners and decor fit for the Homestead’s very first wedding. Big Dave lifted the chubby woodworker up to pin the wooden posts on the side of the inn, waving to Terry and Godfrey as the lumberers warned Norris of the horrors of marriage to come.

“You’ll ne’er be right ‘bout anythin’ again, ya hear me, boy?” Godfrey teased as he slapped his palm against Norris’s back.

“Aye, and forget about havin’ the covers to yerself! You’ll be shiverin’ like a leaf!” Terry explained. Norris merely laughed and shook his head.

In the church, Dr. White and Achilles aided Father Timothy in preparing his short sermon, arranging the pews, and finishing the final touches hours before the wedding. Even the Assassin recruits were more than happy to help with the preparations. Stephane set to work in the kitchen alongside Oliver to cater the large meal ahead. Duncan, ever the Catholic, assisted Father Timothy in rehearsing his sermon. Jacob offered his wisdom for marriage while he straightened Norris’s hair, while Dobby stood guard outside Myriam’s dressing room in case of wandering eyes from stray men. Clipper and Jamie helped Mr. Faulkner and the crew of the Aquila find their drunken ways to the church, all while Connor wandered about and assisted where he could.

So, given the day’s chaotic events, it was not surprising to Connor as he announced happily to the pacing Norris that all was in order that Myriam was “missing.” After all, the ladies had only just left her room. How much trouble could the huntress find herself in?

Apparently, thought Connor as he raced through the trees and leapt through the branches, quite a lot.

“Leave me be!” Myriam shouted as she jumped to the next branch, a stray branch slowing her down as it caught on her white dress. It was not enough to stop her, but it was enough for Connor to come within speaking distance.

“Why do you run?!” Connor replied, his voice echoing through the forest with concern lacing his tone. He swung to the next branch, careful not to slip and even more careful to ensure Myriam did not.

“Leave me be!” Myriam exclaimed. She crossed over to the next tree in an attempt to throw Connor off her trail. “I’m no housewife!”

Connor’s brow furrowed. While he could not necessarily speak for the entire Homestead, “housewife” would be one of the last descriptors attributed to Myriam. She was a huntress, and a respectable one at that. Through his confusion, Connor quickly ducked through another tree and sprinted across the large, sturdy branch. “No one thinks you are one!”

Myriam slid down a fallen tree, stumbling into the snow before whirling around to face Connor. “That’s what all of this means!”

A silence passed between the two as flurries of snow cascaded around them. Myriam sighed, grabbing her crown of flowers and tossing it to the ground. She sunk to the snowy ground and hid her face in her knees.

Quietly, Connor knelt beside Myriam. Lifting the flower crown into his hands, he joined her in the blanket of snow. He said nothing, only silently thumbing the daffodils adorning her crown. The two sat for a moment while gazing over the rushing river, watching as it cascaded over weathered rocks. Myriam reached forward and threw one into the water. When it sank to the bottom of the river, she huffed angrily through her nose.

“I don’t want to be some housewife that sits around waiting for her husband to come home,” she explained, tossing her hands into the air in frustration. “That’s not who I am. I’m not… I’m not some lady wanting to be kept pregnant and barefoot!”

“No one thinks you are one,” Connor repeated gently. Myriam shot a glare at the hulking man, Connor shrinking in on himself in response despite his size.

“That’s what this means! This whole wedding! Shoving me into this stuffy dress, preparing me to take vows, giving me away!” She stood, pacing by the riverside. She gave Connor an apologetic look. “No offense. If I want anyone to give me away, it would be you.”

Connor rose and nodded his head. “None taken. But what is it that causes you to believe that you will become a housewife?”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Myriam groaned before settling her hands on her hips and staring out into the river. “I… I don’t know!” She tossed her hands in the air again, rustling her hair and pacing back and forth. “I don’t belong inside a house cooking and cleaning and caring for a husband and an entire brood of children. I belong in the open air, in my hunting blinds, with my rifle in my hands!” Her hands formed the gesture of her weapon in question. Then, they fell to her sides. “If I marry Norris… I’ll be leaving behind all of my freedom that I worked so hard to gain.”

Stepping closer, Connor laid a hand on Myriam’s back. “That is not true,” he murmured quietly. “You know that better than I. Norris wants only for you to be happy.”

“Do I?” Myriam asked. Her voice faltered and she turned her nose to the rushing river. “What if, when we get married, all he wants is for me to sit at home and… I don’t know, wash his feet?”

Connor unintentionally wrinkled his nose. At the very least, the gesture provided a quick laugh for the two hunters. The uncomfortable silence returned soon after, broken only by the sounds of quiet chirping and rustling bushes.

“Norris did not fall in love with a housewife,” Connor finally spoke up. He met Myriam’s gaze with his own, gentle eyes. “Why would he expect such?”

“All men do,” Myriam sighed.

“I do not.”

“You are not all men.”

Connor glanced down at the flower crown in his hands, thumbing over the white petals. “Perhaps I am not.”

Myriam pinched her nose again. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend–”

“No, it is alright,” Connor assured her. His brows furrowed in thought while Myriam squinted into the horizon. Then, a candle sparked in his mind. “How much do you know of my people, Myriam?”

“I don’t see the point of your question,” Myriam remarked tersely. When Connor gave a serious expression, she sighed. “But to answer it, not much.”

He moved in front of Myriam. “I think you would like it very much. For my people, it is the women who lead. We may have chiefs and war councils, but these men are voted upon by our women. Clan Mothers lead the village. We trace our ancestry through our mothers. For women, marriage is not just a union of the husband and wife, but of the village to the couple.”

Myriam raised a brow. “Your point?”

Placing the flower crown upon her head, Connor continued. “You are not a housewife, but even if you were, it would not change who you are. You are a skillful leader and hunter. Norris knows this. He marries you because of it, not in spite of it. He admires you for who you are. You need be nothing else. And by marrying Norris, you unite our friends as a whole, too.”

Silently, Myriam adjusted the crown and tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so.” He cracked a rare smile. “Besides, you are a better shot than Norris. If anyone will be the housewife, it will be him.”

Myriam snorted. “The bad part is that I think he would enjoy being a housewife.” Her shoulders shook as she began to laugh. “Could you imagine? Me, coming home with a pipe of tobacco sticking out of my mouth, my rifle on my back, and hares in my hands while Norris cooks and cleans?”

Connor chuckled, then gently led Myriam towards the path leading to the church. “But you cannot imagine such a fate until you are wed.”

“No,” Myriam smiled, “I suppose I can’t.” As they reached the church, Myriam turned to Connor with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“I’m scared.”

Connor nodded. “I know.”

“What do I do?”

“What do you do when you face a cougar?”

“I shoot it. Are you suggesting I shoot Norris?”

“No, but I am suggesting that you face him like you would any animal.” He laid his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. “You are a strong, cunning woman, Myriam. He loves you deeply. He would not be marrying you if he had no intention of respecting you.”

Myriam inhaled sharply. “How do I get over it?”

“The fear?”

“No, the weather – what else would there be?”

“You won’t,” chimed a gentle, soft voice. Prudence and Ellen emerged from behind the church. Ellen offered Myriam her bouquet of flowers while Prudence wrapped a white shawl around her shivering shoulders. Prudence patted her cheek. “When I married Warren years ago, I was terrified of our future. But you learn, in marriage, that you are both equally frightened.” She giggled along with Ellen and Myriam.

Ellen took Myriam’s hands in her own. “My marriage was an unhappy one,” she confessed. Connor looked on solemnly, catching Ellen’s somber gaze for a mere second before Ellen mustered a smile. “But I can offer this wisdom: a good husband will cherish his wife for her talents, her wit, her love, her devotion, and her faith. Norris practically worships the ground you walk on. He will make a fine husband.”

Myriam sniffled. “Fuck,” she cursed. “I can’t believe I’m crying like some… some old hag!” Prudence and Ellen laughed, rubbing Myriam’s shoulders before holding her tightly.

“Besides,” Prudence cooed, staring over Myriam’s shoulder into Connor’s watchful gaze, “once we have you and Norris married, we can finally focus our attention on finding Connor a wife.”

Cheeks flushing, Connor brought his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. “That will not be necessary.”

“Oh, hush, Prudence,” Ellen giggled. “We mustn't scare him from the prospect yet.” She turned back to Myriam, kissing her cheek. “We have to go back inside, but we will support you no matter what.” Prudence nodded in agreement before waving goodbye, giggling alongside Ellen as they hurried into the church.

Myriam rubbed her arms and faced Connor, walking with him up the steps. “You will be there every step of the way?”

“Every step,” Connor assured.

“Okay.”

“How do you feel?”

“Terrified. Like I want to run away again,” Myriam chuckled breathlessly. Connor hummed and looped his arm with hers.

“I will be there regardless. I am sure Norris will be as well.”

Myriam smiled. “Thank you, Connor.”

“You do not need to thank me. You are my friend.”

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her frigid lips to Connor’s freckled cheek. “No, but I will. Thank you.”

Blushing, Connor cleared his throat and led Myriam to the entrance of the church, where the guests began to rise as they spotted the bridge.

“Prudence and Ellen are right, though. We must find you a bride,” she whispered, doing her best to ignore the endless amount of eyes upon her and Connor.

Connor chuckled, patting her hand. “I can only hope she is not as fast nor agile as you.”

“Ha, ha. Who knew you had such a sense of humor?”

Years later, when Connor would find himself fidgeting in front of his betrothed’s longhouse, Myriam would loop her arm with his, kiss his flustered cheek, and walk him into the longhouse with the same kindness he had shown her before.

Luckily for Connor, his wife did not run into the trees. How fortunate he was indeed.

#assassin’s creed #ac3 #connor kenway #ratohnhaké:ton #fanfiction #my fanfic #assassin's creed fanfic #davenport homestead #myriam #norris #prudence #ellen #terry #godfrey #pretty much everybody in the damn homestead #that random cut from the chase sequence to the wedding bothers me so fucking much #so I simply decided to fill in the blanks #I hope you guys enjoy!#I love Connor sm he's a good friend

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kukos-satellite · 1 month

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Since my brain has been free out of writers block jail now so many ideas are flooding my head, like yes! And no! First off, it’s fantastic but it’s a curse as well because I won’t be able to write them out 😭

I always have a temptation to write everything I think of and that’s not a good thing 😭😭

#writerscommunity #writer stuff #writer struggles #voltron legendary defender #lab rats elite force #mighty med #lab rats #keith kogane #lance mcclain #chase davenport #chase x kaz #fandom fanfic #voltron fanfic #KS: incorrect voltron posts #KS: incorrect fanfiction posts

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tabl3 · 9 months

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“I know stuff’s weird, but we’re still brothers.” “Yeah.” Chase looked at him, an actually genuine smile tugging at his lips before he looked away again. “Brothers.” Just that single word was able to lessen the pit in his stomach that had been open for days.

efcubigbang23 :)

I was paired with @dezwade / @advisortotheadvisor (lol idk which one to tag)

#I always forget how much I like rendering stuff until I do #lab rats #lab rats bionic island #disney #chase davenport #leo dooley #fanfiction #lrbi #fanart #art #drawing #efcubigbang23

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hellish-hyperfixation · 9 months

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fandoms/people I write for

the list could end up growing, but more often than not I fixate on a specific character in a fandom, so don't expect anything too expansive.

Key: (?) - I'm willing to write for them, but it may take longer because I'm less interested in writing for them Red - Current hyperfixations. I'll probably finish these requests quicker/be more motivated (P) - Only willing to write PLATONIC relationships.

Baldurs Gate 3:

Gale (check additional info at bottom of post) Karlach

Lab Rats/Elite Force/Mighty Med:

Chaz (Chase/Kaz) Brylar (Bree/Skylar)

Hermitcraft/MCYT:

Grumbo (grian/mumbo) Smallidarity (jimmy/joel)

I/A The Spiderverse:

Hobie Brown Miguel O'Hara (?) MilesGanke/Clawcode/Riotflower (check end of post for extra info) Gwen Stacy (P) Miles Morales (P)

Nimona:

Goldenheart (I've only seen the movie)

Redactedverse:

Lasko Moore Sam Collins (?) Geordi (?)

Fantastic Beasts:

Newt Scamander Theseus Scamander (?)

MCU:

Doctor Stephen Strange Peter Parker (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield) Peter Quill

Honkai Star Rail:

Welt Yang

In Space With Markiplier:

Head Engineer Mark Mack

Additional Information: Gale: only willing to write "x tav" but am willing to write for your tav! just send me info about them in the ask and ill try to the best of my ability to do them justice! The reason I can't write for durge is because.. I don't know anything about them... at least, not yet.

Milesganke/Clawcode/Riotflower: please please PLEASE! tell me which universe both miles and ganke are for the fic (1610 or 42). And also note that I haven't read any of the comics (sue me), so I won't be able to write for them in the comics or games (at least not well).

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labrodents · 2 years

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And here it is ladies and gentlemen, my Kaz x Chase Spike aftermath fic. I literally finished this in the car ride to my roller derby game so please ignore any typos.

Summary: While Spike is engaged he flirts with Kaz. When Chase comes back he locks himself in mission command, Kaz comforts him.

Warnings?: Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Spike (obviously), horrible romance writing

Thanks Spike

Chase's eyes fluttered open.

"Commando app disengaged"

No. No no no. Not again, he thought he had him under control. Who knows what he did this time. He felt embarrassment and anxiety creep up his spine. He looked around, he was in the middle of the penthouse.

What happened before, he dug through his hard drive trying to find what he last remembered.

"Chase?" He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Immediately his body recoiled, pulling away. Ever since he met his new team he was terrified that Spike would show. He turned, Kaz and Bree were standing there.

"What did I do?" He said barely above a whisper, his voice breaking.

His muscles burned and his throat was sore. He always felt like shit after Spike reared his head. He looked down at his hands backing away as if trying to step out of his body. He was scared of himself.

"Chase you're okay, everything is okay." Bree said, trying to calm him down. She had gotten pretty good at helping Chase with the aftermath of Spike after that day in highschool. She felt so bad for taking away his first real day of highschool that she tries to make up for it anytime it happens. Chase looked up with fear in his eyes, he looked like a deer in headlights.

He wanted to run, run so fast and far that no one would find him ever again.

"Chase, look at me." Kaz said with an air of confidence and firmness he's never heard from Kaz. His eyes found Kaz's deep brown ones. "Is it okay if I come closer?" Chase didn't even notice that Kaz had backed away. No one had ever asked if they could enter his personal space. He shook his head, he didn't want to hurt Kaz.

"Okay, keep looking at me. Breath with me Chase. In." Kaz took a deep breath in, "Out." He exhaled. "Continue doing that with me, okay?" Chase followed his actions and slowly but surely he felt himself calm down.

He needed to sit down, he became incredibly aware of how exhausted he was. He sat hard on the couch in the middle of the room. He looked at Bree.

"What did I do?"

"Chase first of all you didn't do anything."

"Fine, what did he do?"

"He broke some of your sciencey things." Bree hesitated. Chase sighed in response. "And he might have flirted with Kaz..." Bree had a nervous smile on her face, worried about what Chase's reaction would be.

"What!" Chase screamed. He raked his fingers through his hair. He sat with his head in his hands till he felt a weight join him on the couch.

"Chase." It was Kaz, how was he gonna face Kaz now that he knew he flirted with him. Chase has had feelings for Kaz for a while. He hoped that those feelings would just go away, but they didn't, they only got stronger.

"Chase, it's fine. It wasn't you." Kaz said.

"No Kaz. I probably- He probably said some gross stuff. I'm so sorry."

"Chase, it's fine."

"I... I need some time alone." And with that Chase left to go down to mission command. Probably to bury himself in some project and forget about eating and taking care of himself. He always did this when Spike showed he needed to be back in control of something.

It's been hours and Kaz is getting nervous. For the past few minutes Kaz has been trying to work up the courage to go down to mission command and talk to Chase. His knee was bouncing rapidly as he ran his fingers through his hair. Suddenly he shot up from his bed and made his way down to mission command before he could talk himself out of it.

When he stepped out of the hyperlift he saw Chase hunched over one of the desks. His hands were tinkering with some sort of medal gear system. Chase didn't even look at him but Kaz knew Chase was aware of his presence.

"Look Chase, I'm not offended or uncomfortable around you. You don't need to distance yourself from me. I don't wanna lose my friend just because of some silly flirting." Kaz recited the speech he had been practicing for the past hour.

Chase still didn't look at him but his hands stalled.

Kaz continued. "Chase, I value your friendship and I'm not losing you over something you can't control." If Kaz was honest the comments did make him uncomfortable, but not because they were coming from another male. They made him uncomfortable because of how gross Spike was around him. But Spike wasn't Chase, Chase was sweet and dorky. Spike was gross and loud and not Kaz's type, Chase on the other hand was.

Finally Chase looked at him, his hazel eyes made Kaz want to melt but the look in them made his heart break. They were filled with pain. Chase suddenly stood up and walked over to Kaz, and hugged him. Chase was hugging him, Chase the one that had such thick and high walls built around him Kaz never thought he'd get as much as a glace out of him, was here hugging him borderline sobbing into his t-shirt.

Kaz's arms quickly wrapped around Chase's body. And they stayed there for five whole minutes, which is probably more physical contact Kaz has had with Chase than all of theirp time knowing each other. Kaz wished it was under better circumstances but he didn't let go of Chase until he pulled back.

Chase wiped his tears and looked at Kaz.

"Thank you. No one has ever done that for me after Spike." He shuddered at the name. "I didn't want you guys to meet him, I thought I could keep him under control."

"That's not your job Chase. And there's no need to feel bad, he didn't hurt anyone."

"But, the last time he hit on someone she quite literally ran away from me. She was the first girl who really liked me and Adam embarrassed me to the point of Spike showing. She never talked to me again."

"I'm not gonna run Chase, and it's her loss. You're the sweetest, most selfless guy I know. And you're pretty cute." Chase's eyes widened and just held eye contact with Kaz for a solid 30 seconds. "You heard me Chase. I like you, I know this might not be the best time but I needed you to know. You don't have to respond but I had to tell you."

"Can I kiss you?" It was Kaz's turn to be shocked, he honestly thought that Chase would be grossed out or leave. Kaz took a step towards Chase, he'd wanted this for so long, ever since he saw him on the news after his and his siblings' secret was found out. But then it was just a harmless celebrity crush but now it was real.

They met in the middle, Chase's hand on Kaz's jaw and Kaz's hands on Chase's hips. It was soft and sweet but it left both of them wanting more. Kaz was quick to pull Chase back by the belt loops on his jeans. The small action made Chase fall somehow even more for the man in front of him.

This kiss was longer and filled with more passion than the last. When they pulled away Kaz was the first to speak.

"Boyfriends?"

"Of course fireboy."

I guess Chase could thank Spike for one thing.

#hurt/comfort #lab rats #chase davenport #lab rats elite force #lab rats fanfiction #chase x kaz #kaz x chase #kaz mighty med #special interest #bree davenport

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kinfanfiction · 1 year

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i’ve decided to make things easier i’m going to start exploring the world of one-shots, starting with chase, because as i’ve been watching lab rats i’ve kept changing my mind on where i want to start the story. also with one shots it means i can be more receptive to suggestions!! so suggest away if you have anything you’d like me to write for a chase x reader fic!!

#chase davenport #x reader #chase davenport x reader #y/n #fanfic #fem reader #masc reader #gn reader #fanfiction #lab rats #adam davenport #bree davenport

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wilt3d-r0zes · 10 months

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Fic Name (and link): Feel Like I Could Die Today Series: Lab Rats Characters: Chase Davenport, Marcus Davenport Pairings: N/A Trigger Warnings: Sensory Overload, Autistic Meltdown, Vivid Descriptions of Self Harm Urges (things like ripping your skin off, acid, etc) Important Tags: Autistic Chase Davenport, Autistic Meltdown, Angst, Good Brother Marcus Davenport, Hurt/Comfort, Redeemed Marcus Davenport, Takes Place After Elite Force is Founded. Summary: Protip: Don't spend 12hrs working on code. I don't care if you're bionic, don't do it. Or, I watched Free Guy and was liike wow. Keys is literally so autistic. I wonder if there's any fanfiction of him being autistic and there WAS. Exactly one beautifully written meltdown fic and i was like imma do that imma write a fic inspired by this so i did. (It's linked as the inspiration o7) (title is from A Little Bit Off by Five Finger Death Punch)

Inspired By:

shaking hands

by Anonymous

Chase stared at the computer in his lap. At the screen of code he's been agonizing over for who knows how long. The program wasn't working. It definitely should be, he's gone over the code four times trying to find whatever error he missed but it's yielding nothing but increased frustration when he tests it and nothing happens.

The only option he really has is to restart. But this is hours of work-- hours of slaving over this stupid little laptop that he'd lose because of what's probably one line of code he missed and can't find. He hates restarting, loathes losing hours of progress on a 'first draft.'

A hand lands on his shoulder, one that's hard and identifiable as Marcus based purely on the fact it's made mostly out of metal. Despite this, his synthetic skin burns against Chase-- which, of course, isn't possible unless he developed a new bionic ability and decided to turn on him-- again-- but chances are pretty low that that's happened.

(Again.)

Still, he shrugs off the hand, turning back to look at the android with wide eyes. Marcus stares back at him with a blank expression, one he wears more often than not now that he's stopped putting up a facade of human emotional responses. "When's the last time he slept?"

Chase just turns back around. He doesn't need this right now, he needs to finish this project. He said he could finish it in a few hours, and it's already well beyond that mark. This program could help take a massive load off Adam, Leo and Marcus until other locations are finished and more mission overseers can be promoted. Hell, it'll even help after that happens.

He scrolls back to the top of the project, trying to scan the code- just one more time- but finds himself squinting beyond diagrams, theories, digital post-it notes and warnings on his information hud. He can barely read any of the letters, numbers and symbols that were supposed to create something helpful but sit there like a useless pile of junk.

Chase swings the mouse over to the New Project button near the top, the sound of plastic on the countertop a grating swoosh of agony that's so much louder than it ever had any right to be.

(Why didn't Douglas give him an on/off switch for his bionics?)

He ground his teeth, a habit that he'd been doing since before he started highschool and one day is going to cost him his teeth. "Dude," Marcus starts, his voice like a freight train in Chase's ear-- it's enough to make him flinch, so the next thing Marcus says he, evidently, turns the volume down so low you wouldn't be able to hear it unless you took his voice box out and put your ear right up next to it, "How long have you been out here?"

Chase continues to glare at the code, another thing popping up on his HUD. The time. 2:32. He'd been working on this for nearly twelve hours.

(Teach him to think "Oh, one more hour can't hurt." Really, he should've learned that six years ago. Probably longer.)

His hands falter, and he pulls them away from the computer enough to notice how much he's shaking, the trembling through his entire body that feels like low-blood sugar and a panic attack had a baby.

(Ew.)

Without the mouse in his hand and the keyboard underneath his fingers, grounding him to the real world and giving him something to focus on, he's overcome with the sudden urge to bang his head on the counter he's working on. Again, this would yield little no results other than pain, and he's overwhelmed enough as it is.

Instead, he reaches his shaking hands up to run through his hair, only to catch the strands in his hand and yank. His scalp burns where he pulls hairs out completely, but he can't bring himself to stop, slowly dragging his still-gripped mess of semi-gelled hair until his slimy hands cover his eyes and he wants nothing more than to be drowned in a vat of acid to get rid of the feeling.

But there are no vats of acid for him to drown himself in, so instead he finds himself standing from the desk with little more than the thought of getting away from the danger of his own senses. Then, he’s standing in the medbay.

The lights are off, and with Douglas gone to the Elite Force and nobody actively injured, it’s empty. Marcus has evidently followed him, something he didn’t notice in the walk in his panic to get out.

His shoes squeak when he tries to rock onto the balls of his feet, a screaming sound that genuinely brings up warning on his HUD. His hands find their way to his arms, too-long nails digging into them. Without the focus of his computer or the code in front of him, all he wants to do is scream and hit things– anything, something to distract from the sensory overload that makes his very skin feel horrible.

Marcus grabs him when his hand first makes contact with his shoulder, solid arms wrapped around him and burying his face in unscented clothes. He squirms, and eventually he finds himself sinking to the floor with Marcus still wrapped around him. His throat burns and his hands hurt, and he doesn’t have the foggiest idea why.

His face is wet, and a sound he can’t identify with his bionics working overtime makes him drag his throbbing hands to his ears. His throat burns, like he got rugburn on his vocal cords. His head hits solid metal, but it doesn’t make the feelings go away. Abruptly, he realizes he’s screaming. The realization makes him snap his mouth shut, carelessly clacking his teeth together so his brain rattles and his jaw aches. A whimper follows and his squirming reignites until Marcus tightens the arms wrapped around him.

He slumps, a broken sob raking along his strained throat. The fight suddenly leaking out of him so he’s just laying against his brother, crying. He feels pathetic, suddenly. Useless– freaking out over a program that would take only a few hours to rewrite.

He opens his mouth to apologize, but all that comes out is a breath of hot air. Above him, he hears things whirr when Marcus activates his voice box and fan, “It’s alright.”

His volume is still low, though it doesn’t grate any more than it would’ve three hours ago. The fan whirring to life makes his chest rumble slightly, a layer of surprisingly calming sensory input that makes Chase wish he hadn’t already slumped so he could simply melt away the tension still writhing in his muscles.

“I know how it is, don’t worry about it,” Marcus continues, chest mimicking the way it’s supposed to move when a human talks, “We can stay here as long as you need.”

One good thing about Marcus being an android: he doesn’t really get bored easily. He really could sit here with Chase for the next few hours with plenty to entertain him, having full access to the internet. He once told them that he could bring up games on his HUD– something Chase is forever jealous about.

However long they lay there, with Marcus positively compressing his brother, it’s long enough for Chase to doze off into a dreamless sleep, where Marcus picks him up and deposits him on the couch in the mentors quarters and settles in on the chair to watch tv until he wakes up.

#lab rats #lab rats elite force #marcus davenport #chase davenport #lref #lr:ef #autism #autistic chase davenport #meltdown #sensory overload #autistic meltdown #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #wilt3d-libr4ry

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