#chase davenport fan fic

[leo-dooley-lab-rats]

I Never Meant For You To Leave (Lab Rats One-Shot)

Because I was trying to protect my friends. And I'm still gonna protect my friends. That's right. You wanna send them away, you have to go through me first.

“You doing okay,” a voice asks. Chase looks up and sees Leo standing next to him.

“Oh yeah, I’m great, Leo. My best friend Sebastian turned out to be evil which makes both of my best friends turning out to be evil. So, why wouldn’t I be okay?!”

“Okay, I’m seeing it was a bad question, but I was checking up on you.” Leo sits down next to Chase.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Not all of your best friends have turned out to be evil, you know.”

“Both Marcus and Sebastian are both evil.”

“I’m going to pretend to not be offended by that remark because your hurting. I was talking about me, Chase. I’m not evil and we are best friends.”

“But your my brother. I’m not sure that counts.”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t know, because your family.”

“What does that have to do with anything? In case you forgot, before we were brothers we were just friends.”

I'm the one who showed you the real world, Chase. I taught you what it means to be a brother.

“No. What I meant to say is that, Leo, you’ve always been more than just a friend… you’re different than other friends… you were my first friend… and Adam and Bree’s first friend too. Before you, we didn’t really have anyone besides Davenport and Eddie… it was pretty lonely before you showed up.”

Come on, Chase. I know my brother's in there. Where is he, Chase? Where is my brother?

“Your special to me too, you know. I never really had many friends or any before I met you guys. Mom was always working and I never met my real dad. I guess what I’m saying is that I was pretty lonely too before I met you guys.”

***

Maybe quitting your team wasn't enough. Maybe I need to quit being your brother, too.

Leo left the academy. That isn’t right. Leo doesn’t leave. He stays… always. It’s too quiet without Leo. Chase missed Leo. Well, everyone misses Leo.

“Was I too hard him? Yeah… probably was…” Chase ponders. “If I believed in him… If I didn’t doubt him… would he still be here?”

“Missing the kid,” Douglas asks.

Douglas sat down next to Chase. Chase is sitting alone the training room.

“Yeah… it’s my fault he left,” Chase starts, “I should have more faith in Leo.”

Leo, you're not ready to be a mentor, so stop complaining and start getting to know your fellow students

Douglas wouldn’t go so far as to blame Chase alone. Douglas has kept an eye on the kid for long time and grown to be very fond of him. Douglas has noted a shift on the kid’s behavior since coming to the island. Douglas put it down to the kid not being a mentor like the rest of the family. Douglas saw the matter deeper as just Leo’s ego and saw the matter as Leo wanting to just be his family’s equal. Douglas knew the feeling.

Douglas had foreseen Leo pint-up feelings that were bound to show up sooner or later coming for a long time now. Unfortunately, that Taylor kid got hurt in the process. It’s never a good thing to hold things in.

I got so frustrated, I punched the wall.

I can't believe you, Leo. Not only did you damage my brand-new academy, but you lied to me and betrayed my trust.

Douglas didn’t know who the blame when it came to Leo leaving. Maybe Donnie? Or Adam, Bree, and Chase for sidelining him? Douglas didn’t know. He wished now he had voiced his concerns for the kid to Donnie. Better yet, he should have told Tasha. That woman was force to feared when it came to her kids, especially Leo.

I'm very disappointed in you, Leo. But you took responsibility and you didn't leave Spin on the hook. You've learned a very valuable lesson today. As a student.

“Chase, its not your fault… not fully anyways.”

“What do you mean, Douglas?”

“You never noticed how upset the kid was these past couple months?”

“No… I should have.”

Douglas wondered if anyone here noticed how Leo was feeling. Douglas hasn’t even known the kid as long as the rest of them and he noticed. Did anyone pay attention to the kid on this island?

“Look, Chase, I’m not good that these kinda of talks… I do know this Leo hasn’t been the happiest since he’s been here. Leo never told me exactly why, but I know he wouldn’t want you sitting around here blaming yourself.”

“I’m his brother, Douglas! Leo should have told me. Why did he come to you and not me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he did tell you and you didn’t listen. I don’t know. Now calm down. Getting all worked up isn’t going to help anything.”

Don't worry, Big D. We got this. Now, what exactly will I be teaching?

Nothing. You're a student.

A what? But you gave me a mission suit. You said I was part of the team!

Did Leo tell him that he was unhappy and he didn’t listen? How could he have missed that? How? Chase remembered that Leo was disappointed at not being a mentor at the Academy. Was that the reason Leo was unhappy? Chase thought Leo worked through that. Sure, Leo threw a minor temper fit after finding out he was student, but Leo seemed to okay with being student after that. Chase had noticed how hard Leo was training and was proud of him. Plus, it’s not like Adam, Bree, or Chase treated him differently because he was a student and he still got to go on missions. What was the problem?

Chase has had always thought Leo would happy not matter where he was and what he was doing as long as their family is together. Chase was wrong. “I guess I was wrong…” Chase thought. “I’m the smart one. I’m suppose to know what to do.”

“I’m his brother. I should have known.”

“Being brothers doesn’t mean know knowing everything about each other. Take Donnie and me, for example, he doesn’t know I’m banned from Vegas three time over for card counting. Don’t tell him. It’s best he doesn’t find out now.”

“How do you get banned from Vegas three times?”

“It’s better you don’t know.”

You should've stopped when I told you to. This just proves you're not ready to lead your own team.

I am more than ready. And maybe I wouldn't feel like I need to prove that to you guys if you weren't always looking down on me.

Chase thinks overs all the things he said to Leo the days leading up Leo departure. Was the award ceremony the start of all this or was this deeper? Did Leo really believe that his family looked down on him? And did his family look down on him?

Chase realizes that there was a lot of truth in what Leo was saying. They did look at Leo as just their little brother yet they still let Leo jump in the line of fire for them over and over again. Chase thinks back to all missions where Leo saved his life or Adam or Bree. Other times, Leo saved all of them at once.

Leo just saved our lives. That was supposed to be us.

He didn't need bionics to be a hero.

Did Chase and everyone else just take Leo being there for granted? Leo had always just been there since he stumbled into his life. Now he left. That wasn’t right. Chase began to wonder for the first time ever if Leo had a life before meeting Adam, Bree, or himself. Chase was starting to realize just how little he knew about Leo, his own brother.

Leo, we don't look down on you.

Yeah, we have total respect for all of your shortcomings.

When are you guys gonna stop treating me like I'm an idiot?!

Maybe when you stop acting like one.

“Did I really call Leo an idiot? I mean if anyone in the family is an idiot then it’s Adam,” Chase wonders. “How could have not seen how unhappy Leo was? Am I am bad brother for not realizing it?”

Chase looks over at Douglas who was still sitting next to him. He begins to wonder just how close his biological father was to his brother. The brother who he wasn’t related to by blood rather related to by friendship, love, and bond. How could he been so blind to Leo’s pain and troubles?

“Hey Douglas, did Leo ever tell you how he was feeling?”

“Once or twice, yeah… but Chase— Leo isn’t one to make his needs known. Don’t feel too bad about it.”

“I still do…”

“I know. I know… If it helps, I feel bad about it too.”

***

I'll tell you what's up with me. I am tired of everyone treating me like some kind of non-existent bionic hero.

“I would ask how you are doing, but I can tell by all your faces that your not okay,” Donald Davenport says to bionic trio.

Adam, Bree, and Chase are in their private mentor quarters. Adam stood over Chase and Bree. Chase and Bree were sitting on the couch. Chase had his arm around Bree. It’s only a day or two after Leo left. This was a strange new Leo-less world was not okay in any one of the Davenports’ mind.

I'm going back to Mission Creek. I don't belong here anymore. I'm quitting the academy.

“Why would we be okay?! Leo left,” Adam practically shouts.

“Take it easy, Adam. I’m sure Leo will be back before we know it,” Bree says trying to comfort her brother.

No one wanted to believe Leo would stay away forever. This was Leo. Leo didn’t just leave. Somehow… everyone in their little family knew this was different. That maybe… Leo wasn’t coming back.

No. Chase was right. I'm not cut out to be a leader.

I never meant for you to leave.

Chase meant that. He never meant for Leo to leave. He never wanted to Leo to leave. He wonder, not for the first time, if drove his brother away. Douglas seemed to think that he didn’t, but Chase wasn’t sure. Leo seemed so heartbroken when he last saw him.

Part of being a leader is making mistakes. You learn from them, and you move on. I mean, look at Chase. Think of all the mistakes he's made as mission leader.

“I don’t know guys… Leo seemed pretty upset. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this upset before,” Chase states.

“Yeah…” Bree adds. “That didn’t mean he had to up and leave.”

“Yeah! We could have helped him through this like we should have been doing this whole time,” Adam almost shouts.

But his never hurt anyone. Taylor has to live with my mistake for the rest of her life.

So you're just gonna give up and leave? What about our team?

Logan, you deserve a better team. Or at least a better leader. I'm not gonna put you or anyone else here in danger ever again. Here. Give it to someone more deserving.

Leo, I'm not gonna let you--

Yes, you are, because it's not your choice. It's mine. Bye, guys. Sorry I let you down.

“I hate to say it, but Chase is right. Leo might not come back,” Davenport adds.

“He has to come back,” Adam mutters, “he has to…”

Not too long after that was said, Davenport had to leave and deal with stuff on the island. He had given the kids the rest of the day off to just deal with this. He understood how much they missed their brother, because Donald Davenport misses Leo too.

After their father had left, the bionic trio sits in silence until…

“We should have listened to him,” Bree says.

“Yeah…” Chase absently agrees. “If only we had treated him better… Do you think we drove him to all of it?”

“Yeah, I do. We never really respected Leo…” Adam, in one of his rare moments of wisdom, says.

I told you Marcus was evil. "Leo, he's a nice guy", "Leo, give the guy a break". Wool, eyes, pulled over.

Look, Leo. We're sorry we didn't believe you.

“I hate to say it Adam,” Chase starts. “But you’re right. We never did respected him. And we took for granted the best friend we’ve ever had. Now he’s gone.”

Sometimes, you say something very personal before thinking and don’t even realize you’ve actually said it. Chase just did that and luckily for him Adam and Bree didn’t notice either.

I wanted to tell you, but he threatened to report your secret to the authorities.

That makes sense. He was just looking out for us.

“Leo’s not dead. He just left the island…” Adam says, trying to lighten the mood. “But I know what you mean. It’s not right without him here.”

“No, it’s not,” Bree agrees.

Leo, what is he doing here?

It's okay. I brought him. He's the only one who can help you.

I don't know about this.

We don't have a choice. Do you wanna be bionic or not?

Bree thinks back to the time Leo brought Douglas to help her get her chip back. Leo was the only who thought to even ask Douglas. Leo didn’t even seem to care about consequences of doing so. Bree never thought much of what Leo did that day until now. She wished she had now.

He tried to warn us about Marcus and we ignored him.

How often did the Davenports ignore Leo when he tried to tell him something? He tried to warn them about Marcus and they didn’t listen. His family didn’t listen back then. How little has changed in past few years?

“Guys,” Adam break the silence, “do you think that Leo would come back if we said we were sorry?”

Was Leo leaving a chain of events or just one of Leo temper fits? As much as everyone wanted to believe that it was the latter, it was really former. If it was just one of Leo’s fits, then he would come back after apology.

“Adam, this feels deeper than something an ‘I’m sorry’ can fix,” Chase says.

“Then what do we do?!”

“I don’t know, Adam, I don’t know. I wish I did.”

You can break up the team but you are not breaking up my family.

Chase remembered when the team broke up and the three of them stop speaking. Leo became a bit of peacemaker between them. None of them even had to ask Leo to do this he just did it. Chase never thought about it much until now. Now that Chase thinks about it, Leo tended to that. He stood by them without needing to be asked or did things for them without being asked. He ran into the line of fire to save them all the way back to that party he threw for them or jumping to save them at the garage dump.

What did Adam, Bree, and Chase give in return to all of Leo’s kindness and friendship/brotherhood? Nothing is the answer Chase came up with. Chase realized Leo never asked for anything when he help them. He just did it. Chase wasn’t sure he understood completely why someone would do half the stuff Leo has done without gaining anything.

I remember your first days out of the lab. So young, so naïve. You needed a strong hand to guide you.

Yeah. But all we got was you.

Leo was the first real friend that any of the Davenport kids ever had, and only now did they start to realize just how good a friend is. Leo became more than a friend. He was their brother after all. There are very few friends or even brothers who give up their spare time to do half of what Leo has done.

Chase never really thought about how unique of a friend Leo is. Marcus and Sebastian made Chase feel bad and rethink his friendship with them, but never rethink the other people in his life. Now that Leo has left, Chase started to think why would Leo leave. It wasn’t like him to leave. Chase never expected Leo to leave… no one did.

You're the best surprise brother we've ever had. No offense, Leo.

Yeah, we still like you. You're just old news.

“Is that how we repaid Leo with? Calling him old news? I really am the worse brother in the world…” Chase thinks.

Chase wonders if maybe he was better brother and better friend then maybe he would still be here. Maybe if he believed in Leo more or trusted him more. Why did he have to drive Leo away?

***

Adam, Bree, and Chase have tried multiple times to try and get Leo to come back. He keeps saying no. Leo is just so stubborn sometimes. Adam has also started carrying around cardboard version of Leo. “Like that is good replacement for our brother… I wish… oh never mind,” Chase thinks.

Adam, get rid of that thing.

No! When real Leo watches from home, I want him to feel like he's still an important part of our team.

Have you lost your mind? This is not our brother, it's a piece of cardboard.

To make matters worse, Adam wants to bring that cardboard out of Leo off the island and into the real world. Chase wished that Adam would just get rid of that thing. Chase missed Leo too, but cardboard Leo is not a solution. Chase just wanted to have the real Leo back. Well, everyone wanted the real Leo back.

***

The past few weeks have been difficult and hard being away from Adam, Bree, and Chase. This is the longest they’ve been apart since they met. Leo knows he made the decision to leave and he stands by that decision, but that doesn’t mean living with that decision any easier.

When Taylor had called, Leo was glad to hear from her. He is still carrying guilt for what happened. He had hoped to hear how she was doing not that his family was in trouble.

I know you quit the team, but your family needs you.

If there is one thing to know about Leo it’s that if his family needs him then that’s exactly where he’s going to be no matter what it takes. Even though, he doesn’t feel worthy of being on the team right now, but that doesn’t matter. His family is trouble and needs him.

***

Leo, you have to let go or it's gonna take you with it.

I’m not letting go.

Chase wonders for a brief moment if the reason he wants Leo to let him fall was out of guilt for everything. Chase knows that stupid reason and he might need to talk to professorial if that really is his way of thinking. If he actually makes it out this.

When Leo finally reaches out and pulls Chase out of the limo, Chase feels like he finally sees Leo properly for the first time. In that moment, when Leo saves him, he doesn’t see his little brother, he sees a hero. Before, when Leo did something heroic Chase always saw his little brother acting as hero, but never as a hero. Chase wonders why out of all the times Leo has save him and their family is this the time he sees Leo differently?

Leo, you did it. You saved my life. Sorry I ever doubted you.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Leo meant what he said. He is just glad Chase is okay, not approve or anything else. That’s really matters right now, at least for now. Leo looks over at his brother. It’s the first time they’ve seen each other in person since he left the island and he almost had to watch him die.

Chase looks at Leo. He wants to tell Leo more than ‘I’m sorry I ever doubted you’. He wants tell him how much he regrets not being a better brother and friend to him and how he will be one now. He wants to tell Leo that things will be different now. He will respect him and will listen to him like he should have.

There is so many things that both Leo and Chase want to say. So many regrets and apologies that need to be said, but not now. For this moment, these two brothers hug. Its quick, but it means the world and is a silence message of ‘it’s all okay now’.

***

Not only is Leo back at the island, but because of his bravery and leadership on the bridge mission, I have officially made him a mentor.

Couldn't be prouder of you, buddy

After party/ceremony of Leo’s grand return, Leo found himself sitting alone in a random room of the island. Strange how much can change in so little time.

“Hey Leo,” Leo recognizes the voice as Chase’s. “Do you mind if I join you?” Leo shrugs and Chase sits down next him. “I know we haven’t had a chance to talk since you got back, but there are some things I want to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not okay. That’s the point.”

“What’s this about?”

“Leo, when you left the island, I did some thinking… and I realized that I should have been a better brother and a better friend. I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay. Chase, I let my need to try and prove myself get the better of me… and I got Taylor hurt. We both made mistakes. It’s over now.”

“I was still a terrible brother. I should have realized how much you hated being just a student and none of us taking you seriously.”

Leo is a little surprised to hear those words out of Chase. He didn’t think that Chase would even remember how much that bothered him. “I should have been better at telling what was going on sooner, but that’s all the past now. Forgive and forget?”

“You’re not mad?”

“No. Being honest, when I first got the island I was mad and I guess I didn’t stopped being mad until after I left this place. I was mad at you guys, Big D, this place— Well, you get it. I don’t think I ever truly stopped being mad I never really dealt with it and just let it fester until you know… I didn’t even realize how mad until the ceremony came up. The point I am making is that I am done being mad. I’m sick of it.”

“I am still sorry for everything.”

“I know and I forgive you. I should told you guys what was going on.”

“And we should have been willing to listen.”

“Looks, we could past the blame all day, so lets just forgive each other for everything and promise to do better?”

“Sounds good… so we really are good?”

“Chase, for crying out loud, you are my brother! That means I love you no matter what you do, so get used to it. Meaning we are good! You are forgiven!”

Chase and Leo laugh, then hug. Things have difficult these past couple weeks for this pair of brothers, but now it’s things are starting to look up. Leo is now a mentor and his three bionic siblings have newfound appreciation and respect for their brother, Leo. Every now and then, through life’s worst tragedies brings about some of the greatest the changes.

Author’s Note: This is first fanfic I’ve ever written diving into Chase mind. This fic started out as a short conversation with Leo and Chase after the rebellion, but I sort of got carried away when I thought what if On The Edge happened and we see them fall out and come back together. I have also long since had a document with Quotes from the show for photos edits and other stuff, so I just pulled from that to add the quotes in. I thought the quotes would be a fun way to further tie in Leo and Chase’s friendship throughout the show along with their falling out in On The Edge. The quotes are best view as the characters reflecting back on their own memories as that was my intention when I was writing. Yes, I did put references to Daniel’s episode due to Leo still being a student in that episode. I had also planned on dealing more with Leo, but didn’t as the fic was already so long. I know I also dealt with On the Edge another One-Shot not too long ago, but I just felt like making this. As y’all can tell On The Edge is a special I’m sort of obsessed with as I see as the big hooray of Leo and finishing of character arch. I honestly wish that was final of the show. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy my LONG fanfic.

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[tabl3]

family trip to alaskaaaa omgggg <3333333

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[davensblog]

i don’t understand how tumblr works in the slightest bit but here is a link to my fics <3

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[lab-trash]

Kase Prompts-

Please write one/some of these, I am starved for Kase Content.

Chase invites Kaz to be on The Call (as seen in LR S1E6, Exoskeleton vs. Grandma), much to Mr Davenport's dismay. He let's him because he knows it's supposed to be a gesture, that Chase trusts Kaz. Whether Kaz does well or unwell is up to you.

Kaz inviting Chase on an annual trip that he and Oliver takes every year so that he can butter up Oliver and make him happy before telling him about his and Chase's relationship.

Chase trying to plan a perfect date, but everything goes wrong. But Kaz is just having fun and reassure his new bf that it's okay and he still likes him.

Kaz learns about Chase's past with pranking and insists on them teaming up for a pranking day/week/however long

One of them reading a novel the other recommends

Kaz gets seriously injured and Chase has a breakdown, realizing that he's in love with him.

Chase zeroes in on the fact that Kaz licks and bites his lips, and Skylar points out the fact that he's staring at his lips and he realizes the implications (I really like this one, someone please write this one)

Kaz starts crushing on characrers that resemble like Chase, physically or mentally

Kaz working out purely for the concept of picking up Chase, but once he does, Chase flinches and Kaz has to explain that he's doing this affectionately.

Chase at Mighty Med crushing on Kaz back during LR vs MM

Kaz meeting Chase’s family as Chase’s official boyfriend. Bonus points if you include Grandma Rose.

Literally anything with Spike

Literally anything with overprotective little bro, Kyle. (Bonus points for some Kyls x AJ)

Someone setting Chase and Kaz up together only to learn that they've already been dating and it's not even a secret.

Kaz making playlists for Chase but Chase not understanding why or why there are so many love songs on it. (But he listens to it anyway)

Food as Kaz’s love language.

Kaz meeting (in universe) Chase superfans and instead of being jealous he totally agrees with all of their observations, and then all of the fans think they're dating, but they're not, so they all try to set them up.

That but backwards ^^^^

Any oblivious fics. Doesn't matter what direction, but I haven't seen very many oblivious Kaz fics.

Video game competition that ends in them making out and/or hooking up.

I can't believe you've gotten this far, please write one, please.

Intoxicated Chase. But like... not. Like, maybe he gets electrocuted or something, or gets surgery and is all loopy.

Some neurodivergent shenanigans.

#lab rats elite force #mighty med #lab rats #chase davenport #kase #kaz mm #kaz lref #chaz #kaz #writing prompts

[neshabeingchildish]

League of Extraordinary Geniuses || Chapter 6

I’d been trying NOT to, in case others wanted to read this story, but at this point, I’ve only seen fans of these fandoms interact, so there will be things mentioned that if you didn’t watch the shows, you’ll be lost about. So sorry if there are others here now, but I am mostly writing for those who have interacted and let me know their thoughts and feelings about this story and they’ve all been familiar with Lab Rats, Henry Danger, and The Thundermans, so… this chapter in particular has some things that it would be much too much to explain it all, from LR canon and a bit from HD too, and I’m sorry if there are readers unfamiliar with that, but y’all haven’t let me know that you’re here.

Y’all probably didn’t expect another update this soon, but what had happened was the last chapter would have been too long, so I found a point to cut it for that one. Also, a story line that I wanted to touch on this story, but didn’t realize how I would incorporate it until @kiddangers made a post about it either her or on her Instagram, can’t remember, and she sparked the topic and now it is a major story arc in this fic, which might be hella hurtful at some point, but... If you’re in for the ride, you’re in for it, Friends. 

@verified-dumbass @just-a-j-reallly I’ve decided not to continue tagging anybody else that hasn’t interacted, out of courtesy and just feeling awkward about tagging people that are nonresponsive to it.

What if I’m the Monster

Conspiracy theories were running wild and fortunately, all of the communities that had reason to think that they might be able to be linked to this scandal quickly took action to try to clear their records and discover who the real guilty party was. The bionic, supers, and non-super communities all began their own investigations as to what might have happened while the collaboration of Dystress, Shoutout, Thunderstrike and Chase Davenport were on the ground, assessing the scene themselves. Of course, Chase was the spokesperson and mission leader. That would put everyone at home at better ease. 

“Myself and a team of trusted heroes have been working practically nonstop since the torpedo attack to figure out what took place here. There were some recent developments that I’m not at liberty to speak about, which Davenport Industries had been handling, and one of our facilities was going to be attacked, when fortunately, a superhero stepped in and managed to save it and all surrounding innocents that might have been caught in the crossfire. We have recovered several remains, but they are as of this moment inconclusive. What I can assure the public of is that my current team and the Davenport brand will be working hard to get to the bottom of this tragedy and keep the citizens of Jamaica safe from any further threats…” 

He and Shoutout left the press conference and returned directly back to the crash site that Dystress and Thunderstrike were at. Thunderstrike had telepathically tunneled a lot of the water, froze it in pillars, and Dystress used her scanning systems for wreckage. With this tactic, they had found numerous parts of the jet and some torpedo shrapnel, but it wasn’t until Chase returned, with his hypersenses that they found the first possible remains of an assailant… “I don’t know how to say this,” he said. 

“With your words, perhaps?” Max offered. 

“That’s an android…” He sighed. Max unfroze the pillar, and Chase telepathically collected the android remains to them. The four looked down at it for a while. There was very little human DNA left to him. Some hair and facial components, a few fingers, and everything else was charred and shattered metal. “They’re starting to enlist them against their brethren,” Chase said sadly. “I don’t know why I didn’t think about that happening. Of course they would! Who better to go toe to toe with them than their own kind?” 

Max and Charlotte noticed that he was really upset about this. Charlotte beckoned over some Davenport analysts to quietly collect this, so that the three of them could inspect the body later. She also decided that they had been working too hard and would need a break. At the very least, Mika would, so she dismissed her and told her to try to get some rest.

“And, you probably should too. You’ve been out of your chamber for days,” Charlotte observed. Chase folded his arms and watched as the employees took the android away.

“I want to begin studying him, right away.”

“I do too, but we’re only human. We do need to rest.”

“We’re not ONLY human,” Chase argued.

“No, but we still need rest and we’ve earned it. You, especially.”

“Why, him especially?” Max asked. Charlotte just threw him a look. It was so smart of her to have a mask that covers her mouth instead of one that covered her eyes, because those looks were a weapon of their own. “Fine. But, if he’s resting, we all should rest and let the androids keep watch while the Davenport searchers keep collecting samples.”

“Is that agreeable, Chase?” Charlotte asked. 

Chase sighed and reluctantly nodded his head. He knew that she wanted him to get some rest and she had a point, afterall. The three of them went to the safehouse and tried to calm their nerves and settle in. 

You would’ve thought that they would be so drained that they would immediately all fall to sleep, but all were restless. Max passed by Mika and knocked on the door, “Hey. You gonna get some sleep, or what?” He asked. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him, the expression gesturing to the fact that she was clearly on a call. He waved his fingers at Chapa, on the screen and then pointed at Mika, “Sleep in, if you need to in the morning, but try to at least lay down for the night. You can talk to your girlfriend some other time.” 

Mika scoffed and shook her head, “Goodnight, Max.”

Chapa asked, “He thinks we’re girlfriends? Awesome.” 

Mika replied, “He said that just to be annoying. 

Max smirked to himself as he headed for the shower. Charlotte was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face and such. She usually did that before getting into the shower, so he said, “I’m goin’ in,” and she nodded. It didn’t bother her, but he liked to at least be clear. He was in the shower, sort of zoned out and thinking while she sprayed her locs with oils and finished up her preshower things. They crossed paths switching up who was in the shower and didn’t even have the energy for some risque joke about it. 

Charlotte knew that it had to be just as heavy on their hearts as it was on hers… They freed the androids and now it seemed that at least one or some of them not only didn’t appreciate it, but might make it hard enough that they could be in serious trouble for even attempting it. 

When she came out of the shower, Max was still in the mirror, doing his thing. This was the one of the quickest times either of them had ever taken in a bathroom before. He was just staring into the mirror, holding his toothbrush, though. “Hey… You okay?” 

He blinked and then looked at her in her robe, holding a jar of body butter. He smiled and nodded. “How can I not be. I’m in the best place in the world - with you.” He came over and kissed her on the forehead. “It’s gonna be okay.”

She sighed, “It better be. You and Chase let go of a lot to be here.”

“I can’t speak for him, but a lot is here for me.” He cupped her face and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m gonna make sure Mika’s got everything she needs, then I’m crashing in your room, if that’s okay.”

“I was gonna crash in Mika’s room,” she said. “She has nightmares sometimes after a stressful day and the last few days have been hell for me, so I can only imagine what they’ve been for her.”

“You could very well imagine. You’ve been a hero for a while, now.”

“I forgot how this felt. When something serious and dangerous is staring you in the face and you literally don’t know if you’re about to die. I feel… triggered. I hate that she has triggering memories now, and one of the scariest days in her life has taken place because she’s here for me.”

“Mika is where she wants to be. We all are. We chose you, Char. Come on. Let’s check on the kid and get to bed.”

They peeked into Mika’s room and Chase was in there, moving around. “What are you doing?” Charlotte asked in a whisper. 

“She was having a nightmare. I kept hearing her whimpering, so I’m trying to calm her down or something,” he said. He looked tired and irritated, but he was also concerned. Charlotte rubbed his back and took over. She put on some music, sprayed some fragrance, handed Mika her beloved plushie, rubbed some oils on her feet, tucked her in and strummed her scalp. After a moment, she was snoring and the trio left her to it. Charlotte would be back, but she had this grave nagging feeling that she needed to make sure that they got to bed too. She felt like this was her fault, no matter what Max said to try to smooth her over. They had followed her into this and this had become tricky. 

“I’m going to try to get us a bigger space when I have time, so that you two don’t have to squeeze into the same room,” she said, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s fine. I put my chamber in your room, so Max can have the spare to himself.”

“Nice try, but I’m crashing in her room. She’s got all the good sleepy time stuff like candles and… stuff and I’m sleeping in there, as well.”

“It’s fine. You two are always welcome to crash in my room. I’ll set the mood for you.” She similarly fixed the room as she had done for Mika, programmed some things into Chase’s chamber and when both her guys were asleep, she ducked out of the room and into a video call with Jasper and Henry.

“Char! Thank goodness! We’ve been trying to reach you for days. I was starting to think that the footage of Dystress on the news was altered and you’d been taken into some underground prisoner chamber!” Jasper worried.

“Nope. Just been taken to depression town. Was hoping you had some feel good stories about the kids or something to help me cheer up.”

Henry nodded, “Say no more. Jasper’s been making all of these musical fan videos of the kids and putting them on our DingDong account.”

“Oooh, I’m gonna check those out.”

“ALSO… We got the uh… shipment…” Henry said and looked more serious now. “They’re in the Dome. Wasn’t sure if they were capable of being at Budding Flowers.”

“They’re not defected. They’re free, and want to work with children. Your charity is one of the most successful ones in the world, currently. Androids are people too.”

Jasper winced, “Only… They aren’t… and… well…”

“Ray is freaking out about the recent news that androids now have autonomy, because if you remember, a Piper from the future came back to tell us that hell on Earth was a road paved by a robot takeover. They created ones that looked like children. Jasper and I just don’t feel comfortable, at the moment letting androids interact with kids that we’ve vowed to protect…”

“Wow. You two think that I’ve kickstarted the end of the world?” She asked, feeling absolutely worse than she had before she called them.

“No. We think that you would do anything to help others and to fix the world and that there are others out there who will take advantage of that, if they get the chance,” Henry offered.

Jasper added, “Schwoz’s friend from Davenport was telling us all about an android rebellion that once almost took place. His ex girlfriend’s models are the same ones that you designed yours after. Come ON, Charlotte…” 

“She intended for them to be used for evil. There’s a big difference in our work and the results. Wow… I’m going to go check on Mika. Have a good night.”

“Char…” Henry said.

“Good night, Henry!” She hung up, frustrated and ready to cry. Not because she felt like they were being mean or hard on her. Because, they had a point and she couldn’t believe that her messiah complex had allowed her to miss it beforehand. They didn’t even KNOW about the android remains that were found. Oh God, what if she was the figurative first horseman? Conquering the academic world, looking like a savior to all because of her penchant for improving lives and society and her solutions that help and bring about peace… only to also be the reason that war and bloodshed roll in, and then famine and disease and death… How on Earth she got from messiah complex to I am literally the antichrist, she was unsure, but that was where her mind was whenever she began to doze off. 

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Mika woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She was gonna get some warm milk with lavender honey and maybe a patty, if there were any more in there. She found Charlotte, sitting on the patio, asleep with her head on her laptop. She went to get Max, but neither him nor Chase were in their room, so she checked Charlotte’s and there they both were. Chase in his chamber, Max in Charlotte’s bed, covered by pillows, with a sleeping mask on and the smell of candles and incense heavy in the air. She woke him up, “Charlotte fell to sleep outside.”

“What?” He asked, half asleep, but jumping out of bed, anyway. He collected Charlotte. Mika collected her devices and they put her back in her bed. Mika felt left out, and grabbed her blanket and stuffie and came into Charlotte’s room too. With her in Charlotte’s bed, Max made a little fortress on the floor and quickly went back to sleep. Mika was awake for a while, but Charlotte’s arm draped around her and she fell back to sleep. 

Charlotte got up and looked around the room. She didn’t remember coming to bed and now, she had Chase in his chamber, Max on the floor with half of her pillows, Mika in her bed and her own head was spinning, because, as she just recalled, she’d cried herself to sleep. Still, she was the first person awake and she started her day without waking any of the others. Eventually, Max and Chase came into the lab, where she was evaluating all of the diagnostics on the remains, listening to music, and talking on the phone, “Well, if I can get those remains sent to me, it will help me to determine how likely the root of that issue is and to ease your mind and maybe others,’ in the process.” Chase looked at the screen and Max went straight to the autoblender. “Okay. Thank you for your cooperation, and tell Douglas to learn to keep his fat mouth shut when he’s in the room with MY people.” She hung up and looked up, “Good morning.”

“What’s that about Douglas?” Max wondered, while Chase breezed through all of the research. 

“He was talking to Ray and Schwoz about Giselle Vicker’s plans to use androids for a hostile takeover and now, one of THEEEEEEEE STUPIDEST powerful men has ideas in his head about the free androids and a robot rebellion and… Anyway, Schwoz is gonna send me the remains of a robot from the future so that I can study it.”

Max and Chase both stared at her blankly, then looked at each other. “How long have you been awake, Charlotte?” Chase asked.

“I got enough sleep,” she snapped, shaking her head. “In another, idk 20 years or so, maybe less… there is supposed to be a robot takeover inspired by the Terminator movies. Thanks to Douglas having a conversation with Ray, he now thinks that I’ve somehow set things in motion for that to occur.”

“Well… If you have, it’s done now. Besides, the fact that you have a robot from the future to work on is all the proof you need that it was gonna happen anyway,” Max said, making a smoothie. “I wanna see the robot, though. Let me in on that.”

“You and I need to keep searching for remains,” Chase reminded him. 

“That’s not gonna take us the rest of our lives. By the way,” Max said to Charlotte as he poured the smoothie, “Told Mika to sleep in. Marx arrived today, so you can get him to do anything that she was gonna do.”

“Who arrived?” Chase wondered, because he was supposed to approve anybody that anyone was trying to bring into the loop and he hadn’t spoken with Max about anybody. 

“His personal android assistant,” a male voice said from the doorway and Chase gasped and prepared himself to attack. 

Max rushed to jump in front of Chase and said, “Sorry, sorry, sorry… It was supposed to be hilarious, but then things took a turn and I didn’t get a chance to explain to you. This is my personal android assistant, Marx. I made him in the Marcus model form to fuck with you, but I promise, he’s of no actual ties to your Marcus.”

“That you know of,” Charlotte said. “I tried to talk him and Douglas OUT  of this.”

“Douglas missed his son’s face and had some regrets and I wanted a personal android assistant. I thought it would be quite humorous to have him walk up to you one day, but fate had other plans,” Max said.

Chase was staring at the android. It looked JUST like Marcus. Why would Douglas allow this and not tell him? What if Leo had seen this thing? Marx was staring back at Chase, but he had a polite semi smile on his face. “Keep it away from me,” Chase said.

“Marx uses he/him/his pronouns,” Max said and patted Marx on the shoulder. “They/them/theirs, at the very least.” 

Chase smiled tightly, “Keep him away from me, and I MEAN that, Max Thunderman!” He stormed out of the lab and Charlotte shook her head. “I asked you to give Marx a different face.”

“I didn’t have time!”

Marx said, “If it pleases you, I could work on some programming to change my face, however, I don’t prefer to do so.”

“Naw, keep your face. Just… stay away from the little guy.”

“From Mr. Chase Davenport. Got it.”

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Chase was livid. How could that POSSIBLY be seen as a joke? If he knew about Marcus, he HAD to know about all of the pain and terror he caused the family! That only made him feel a resurgence of hostility towards Douglas. Sure, they were on pleasant terms, but some part of him would always hold on to, at least a little bit, the things that he had been willing to do to his own. Really, he was the reason that Marcus was so terrible, then he just left him, for Giselle Vickers to find and… Chase was getting extremely furious thinking about this. Marcus had been one of the first major betrayals done to him. He thought they were friends, and not only were they actually enemies, but that was his brother who his father had turned against him and he hated that Max Thunderman would casually try to prank him by showing him such a face.

After a while, Max joined him, silently at first, but they both felt the tension there. They were silently working. A few times, a question came up in one of their minds, but neither of them wanted to break the silence, because it was uncertain whether it would relieve the tension. Finally, Max had to break. “It was messed up of me to make a Marcus model android with the intention to shake you up. I knew a little bit about the situation and not whatever it was that your memory tapped into back there. And, I really didn’t know you at the time, either. I didn’t think about how it would affect you like this and I certainly didn’t think you and me would be on the terms we are on right now. So, I hate that I took a joke so far, but it was all me. Douglas really just liked the feeling of seeing his son’s face again. And Charlotte, of course told me the entire time that it would be harmful. I just go too far sometimes.”

Chase was breathing heavy the entire time. Waiting on Max to actually apologize, not just list what happened. But, then again, why would he? He was obviously the type to get pleasure out of people’s pain and not even care about their personal trauma at the expense of a stupid laugh. He was much too smart to just “not realize it’d be that harmful,” so Chase wasn’t eager to listen to him and definitely not going to trust him. 

“I guess the perks of being raised in a picture perfect family don’t include having some respect for others who weren’t so privileged,” Chase said. And that was all he felt like he needed to. To dive deeper, he’d dig deeper into his own problems, and he still had work to do.

“My family wasn’t perfect, but I wouldn’t have wanted somebody to make fun of our problems either. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I’m sorry…” Max said, and it really sounded genuine. Chase almost let his guard down. But, he knew that he’d let his guard down with Marcus… With Sebastian… He’d been let down basically any time he ever let his guard down and Charlotte was the one exception to that thus far. He was fine with that fact. “Apology accepted,” he lied, and didn’t want to speak of it again. 

Max felt horrible. Chase looked like an angry little sad puppy. Like… Seeing Marcus’ face REALLY did something to him. There wasn’t a lot of information, so he only knew the highlights that had been shared with him from Douglas, and it honestly sounded like, from what he’d been given, that Marcus kinda got the shit end of the stick. Max was starting to see that Chase probably got those types of ends more than his persona of perfection revealed. “If anybody ever tried to do something bad to you, I’m gonna have your back. I’m shitty sometimes. I do mean stuff. I don’t always prove to be the best sort of human, but… You’re a good person, despite how annoying you can be and I’m still probably gonna let you down and give you shit, but… I honestly do have your back,” Max said.  

Chase sighed, “My back is fine. Can we please just finish this up?” Max got back to work, but he heard Chase mumble, “I’m not gonna be fooled again.”

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All three of them were looking at what they knew to be EVERYTHING that could possibly have been left behind, while the other agencies went through the waters and the islands to double and triple check. Androids were surveilling them, to ensure that nobody planted anything, though Chase at this point trusted the androids about as much as he’d trusted the bionic army.

Max rarely trusted anybody, but he was trying not to waiver in his faith in Charlotte. 

Charlotte was simply defeated and trying to think. “If I have to spend the rest of my life preventing it, I will.” She looked at a chip that was more advanced than her work, but definitely carried her signature and held her emblem. The robots from the future… The ones that would revolt and enslave humanity? They were connected to her work. She threw the chip across the lab in frustration and stormed out. 

Max and Chase waited. They looked at each other and Max wondered, “What do you think?”

“I think that it’s the androids. I think that they have autonomy and that humanity won’t allow harmony and that they will rise up against them after they’ve gotten tired of being oppressed. What I will never believe is that Charlotte is responsible. She wanted to do right for someone. It wouldn’t be her fault that they betray her.” He fumed and groaned, “Androids never should have been created.”

Max scoffed, “We could say the same thing about bionics! And how do we know that it isn’t something that a human tried to do? They always try to harm anybody different, especially if they read as more powerful. It could be one of the thousands of geniuses we’ve sought out over the past few weeks, or one of the… of her trusted employees…” Max tugged his hair a little and said, “Whoever it is… We’ve got to stop them. This can’t be the legacy forged for Charlotte’s good deeds.”

“I agree with that,” Chase said, and he meant it. He summoned the chip to himself and said, “I’m going to use every skill that I have to try to find a link to someone or something that answers these questions. But first, we’ve gotta make sure our woman is okay.”  He set it down and Max nodded his head. They found Charlotte near the Man Copter, hugging Mika and sending her away, for her own safety. Mika was crying and begging her not to do this, but Charlotte was definitely in a mode right now. There was no way she could let whatever was happening tarnish this bright young girl that she loved and cared so much for. 

“I won’t leave you out. I’m sharing everything with you. I just want you out of range until we figure out who tried to attack the place, okay?”

“Okay,” Mika said, ugly crying and nodding. She added, “But as soon as it’s safe, I come back, right?”

“At the very instant!” Charlotte told her. 

“Okay.” She waved at Max and Chase, who she saw watching, then strapped herself in.

“She’s going to one of my safehouses with the twins and their nanny, and will be working remotely. She felt like I was punishing her for this.” Charlotte shook her head. “Listen… I need some physical gratification now. I’m sorry if that seems toxic or foolish, especially considering how things are going at the moment, but I have to have release. I have to feel something primal and satisfactory. So… I’m going to head to Dystopia  for a little bit, but I’ll keep contact with you.”

“Dystopia? What’s in Dystopia that will give you what you need that you can’t have here?” Chase wondered.

“Her boyfriends,” Max said, sadly. 

Charlotte wiped her face, “I just… Need to connect and I need it ASAP. I’m sorry…” 

“Don’t be. We understand,” Max said. She could tell that he was furious, despite his words, but everyone knew that Henry and Jasper were where her home is and she did love Max and Chase, but they didn’t know how to handle everything she was currently experiencing. Plus, she owed the Defenders an apology, for questioning her, when it turned out that despite the fact that the idea came from a sensitive place, the worries were valid.

“We’ll come too,” Chase said. “We’ll stay out of the way, but I don’t think that the three of us should have that much distance between us right now. We need to stick together.”

“I agree,” Max said. 

“Yeah. Of course, if you two still are in it with me.”

“Charlotte, you may not realize this yet, but… Max and I are yours, too.” Chase said. He had blurted it out, and didn’t want to follow it up, but he meant it, and fortunately, Max didn’t argue with him. “So, to Dystopia, I guess.”

“I’ll show you around while they’re having their reunion. You only ever got to visit during crises, right?” Max said, relaxing a little as he turned to Chase, feeling closer to him right now than Charlotte, after this no matter how unintentional, but all too familiar form of rejection from her.

“Yeah.”

“I have some roots in Dystopia. We’ll have a Max’s World Day Out, yeah?” Chase didn’t want to do that at all, but he shrugged his shoulders in surrender, anyway. “To Dystopia,” Max said and wrapped an arm around Chase’s shoulder, walking him away from Charlotte. She gave them a smile, and for a moment, felt like maybe she didn’t need to visit Dystopia and see the guys… But then again, that little moment of complete comfort elsewhere? Well… She’d at least owe it to Henry and Jasper to let them know that maybe her heart had moved on...

#Henry Danger #Lab Rats #The Thundermans #Chasing Thunderbolts Fic #League of Extraordinary Geniuses #LOEG Update #Nesha Fics #Multiverse Fics

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Prince Sarcastic and his Knight in Grey Sweatpants (preview)

Lab Rats: Elite Force AU/Fanfic 

A/n: Hey everyone! So a while back I came up with this AU for Lab Rats that I was quite excited about. It's a kind of medieval/royal AU centred around Kaz and Chase (I've been a Kase shipper for a little while now, so I really wanted to write something about the two of them haha). Essentially, Kaz is a prince and Chase serves his family as a knight (you can probably already guess the main plot line lol). I started writing a scene yesterday so I thought I'd post it as a preview to see if anyone would be interested in reading it and if I would want to develop it further. So! Here's a little excerpt. Please let me know what you think, if you enjoyed it and such. Thanksss!

Tags: No pressure to read this at all! I'm going to tag @max-thunderman , because I discussed this AU with her a while ago and she was very kind. Hope you like it!

I'm also going to tag @superherointhewild because you seem pretty cool and creative, and I know you're a Lab Rats fan.

Lastly, I'm going to tag @xanderdewitt because your Valiant Knight fanfic was definitely an inspiration to me in terms of the setting and the cute Hensper moments. I'm not sure if you're a fan of Lab Rats, so if you aren't please don't feel inclined to read this! Just let me know and I'll continue/discontinue to tag you in any future installments. Also, please let me know if there are any significant similarities between this fic and yours, and if there's anything you'd like me to change.

Alright, here goes!

“Mom, it’s no big deal,” Kaz interrupts. “You don’t have to find a dance tutor for me. I can just - sit on the sidelines or something. Or,” he perks up slightly as better idea crosses his mind. “I can escort people in! Greet the guests, show them to -”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Kaz,” Queen Diana snaps. “Of course you can’t just sit on the sidelines. We’re hosting the Annual Adonian Ball this year, so all of us need to be on the dance floor and setting an example. What kind of hosts would we be if we didn’t even partake in the celebrations?” She sighs, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose - gestures that were all too familiar to Kaz. 

Overtime, he’d grown used to his mother’s harsh way of speaking to him, so he was usually able to keep his emotions in check. However, today he couldn’t help but let slip a bitter mutter: “I was only trying to help...”

Sensing that the tension was growing faster than the mould on the bathroom walls, Oliver pipes up. “Your Highness, I’m sure there’s someone in the village who’ll be willing to help for a low price, or maybe even for free. I can go and look -”

“Your Majesty, he can dance with me.”

At the sound of the new voice, Kaz and Oliver whip ‘round and Diana’s eyes flick up. Upon seeing who spoke, one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows arches and Kaz lets out a small gasp.

Framed in the doorway, sunlight striking him like a spotlight, is non other than Chase Davenport.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic #lab rats #oliver #kazimieras #kaz #chase davenport #chase x kaz #kase #prince sarcastic and his knight in grey sweatpants #PSAHKIGS #PSKGS #lab rats au #mighty med au #lab rats: elite force #lab rats: elite force au #au #preview #k's writing

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One Night Lover

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Lisa Braeden, Cassie Robbins.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mention of one night stands, implied smut - a bit more than implied but not super graphic.  

Word Count: 1000ish

A/N: @kathaswings was the winner of my monthly best feedback award  for September and she asked this: Hi, Kari! Okay, I’ve decided. I’d like to request a fluffy/smutty Dean x reader inspired by the song Wicked Way by Benjamin Taylor. I’ll leave the details for you to decide… :-)

I am not sure this is what you had in mind but this is what came to me when listening to the song with Dean in mind. It turned out more angsty than I planned. I hope you like it nonetheless.

Thanks to my sweet neighbor Ida aka @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

One night were all Dean could have with any girl. He had come to terms with that a long time ago. He couldn’t let someone else into his world. He couldn’t risk bringing a life into the world to be raised like he was. Dean wasn’t meant to have a wife and kids. A white picket fence, a pickup truck and the apple pie life wasn’t for him. He had tried and failed. He had put the people he loved in danger and Dean had promised himself long ago, that he’d never do that again.

It didn’t stop him from craving it. The normalcy and a woman’s healing touch. A touch that let him forget who he was for just one night. A touch that freed him from his worried mind and chased the nightmares away as long as he held her in his arms.

Dean loved women but it was their soft touch that he needed. It was the tender look in their eyes, that allowed him to dream of a world without monsters. A world where he could have the kind of love they showed him for one night, every night. A world where he wouldn’t have to be afraid that his love would get them hurt or killed. A world where he was free to be the man he really was. Loyal and loving, not running from embrace to embrace for comfort and warmth, but forever returning to her arms. Y/N’s arms.

Dean never led the women he met on. He never gave them the impression he was in town for more than a few nights. He never promised them any sort of a future. They knew what they were getting into with him and in return Dean would give them the best night of their lives. It was never Dean’s intent to break their hearts and even if more than a few still thought about him from time to time, he never did leave them broken. He left them feeling beautiful, adored and sexy. He never took their confidence away, he added to it. He wasn’t the kind of guy they took home to meet their parents or the kind of guy that they paraded in front of their friends. He hardly knew anything about them and they knew nothing of him. Except for Y/N.

He had met her in a cafe about a year ago. She was breathtaking with her y/h/c hair flowing down her back, shaping her face. She had caught his eye the moment he stepped through the door, making Sam snort in annoyance behind him, but Dean didn’t care. She had smiled at him when she placed the bill between the brother’s, giving Dean a small wink as she removed her hand from the slip, revealing her number scribbled in the corner.

Dean had taken her out for drinks that night, just like he usually did with women. She had gotten a little tipsy but not drunk. She was giggling and laughing at his dumb jokes all night long and for the first time in his life Dean had hesitated when she asked him inside. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get her naked, feel her beneath him and around him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to kiss away his worries and chase away his nightmare, because he did. But for the first time in a long time he wanted more than one night. He wanted her, all of her all the time.  

He couldn’t have that, he knew, but instead of walking away like he should have done, Dean allowed her to pull him through her door. He smiled, when she happy and giggling pulled at his shirt fighting to get the offending material off his body, before Dean took pity on her and did it for her. The smile only grew when he felt her naked, soft curves under his hands, when the moan of his name fell from her lips as he filled her up. He looked deeply into her y/c/e eyes allowing himself to get lost in her as he gently rocked his hips against hers. He took his time with her that night, knowing he couldn’t ever see her again. Not ever wanting to put her in danger. He couldn’t let her get hurt because of him, but that one night Dean allowed himself to dream. He dreamt of a life coming home to her smile and kiss. He dreamt of endless nights just like these, touching her, marking her, loving her. He dreamt of a life where it wasn’t just the two of them. A life with kids and normalcy. A life he could never have. That night Dean lied to himself, as he collapsed against her, letting her soft touch bring him back down from his high. Maybe he could have it all. Maybe he wouldn’t have to say goodbye.

Morning came too soon and the lie he had built that night shattered with her loving smile. As much as he wanted to stay he couldn’t. He couldn’t carry her broken body through the doors of a hospital like he had Lisa. He couldn’t watch the life slowly drain from her body, like he had Jo. He couldn’t tell her what he did for a living, just to see the fear cloud her eyes like it had done Cassie’s. He had to walk away. He had to pretend she was just like every other girl he had met on the road. Even if she wasn’t, his life would never change. Even if it wasn’t who he was in his soul, this life would not allow him stolen moments and nights of playing pretend. Dean was a one night lover and he had to let her go.

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[leo-dooley-lab-rats]

Ma’am, Your Standin’ In It (One-Shot)

“Well, Bree if your trying out for the musical, then maybe I can help. I am an actor,” Adam stated.

“Adam, you can’t say you’re actor when you’ve only been in ONE play. Especially considering you only had ONE line,” Bree told her brother.

“And you forgot it,” Leo added.

“Yeah, what is this line then,” Adam demanded.

“MA’AM, YOUR STANDIN IN IT,” everyone in the room beside Adam said.

“That wasn’t the line,” Adam said.

“How would you know? You forgot it,” Chase replied.

“How do you know it? It wasn’t your line.”

“Because,” Leo started, “you kept repeating and repeating that line over and over again for weeks. Yet you still forgot your line.”

“Was I good?”

Bree, Chase, and Leo all look down. Adam will be Adam. No matter what is going on.

“Sure were, buddy,” Leo responded, “you were the best actor in the play.”

Leo wasn’t trying to be mean to Adam. Sometimes, with Adam, its better to just roll with whatever he’s saying. Adam maybe a bit of idiot and somewhat forgetful, but never in the places and ways where it counts. Adam remembered birthdays and anniversaries. He remembered everyone’s favorite color and other important details like that. When things get serious, so does Adam.

“Though, now that’s I’m thinking about it, Leo, didn’t you nearly destroy the school and the play with those orbs you made,” Bree teased.

Leo opened and closed his mouth a few times before shrugging. “Pair point,” Leo replied.

Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo laugh. The good thing about the Davenport/Dooley family is that none of them are afraid to laugh at themselves. They may tease and fight, but they do all love each other… deep down.

Author’s note: this is short one-shot that I’ve had flouting around in my head for a LONG time. I think the idea of Adam thinking he’s actor having that one small role in the school play would be something that would happen. That’s kind of the whole basis of the fic and I’m sorry it’s short. I didn’t really have anything beside the idea of the family arguing about this. Also, Bree trying out for a play feels like something she would do. It could be community theater play if y’all want it be. The details don’t really matter.

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[quiddy-writes]

Baby

I wrote Sam smut. I needed to cleanse myself with some Dean.

Side note, congrats Michelle! I’ve been a big fan of yours for a while (fuck, just check my fic recs tag), and I’m so happy for you!

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean x Reader Challenge: @luci-in-trenchcoats 2k Follower Challenge x Words: 630 Summary: Dean’s really protective of his baby Warnings: Some swearing, because I can’t control myself Prompt: New rule. You steal my Baby, you get punched.

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“New rule,” Dean huffed, his anger making him forget how to breathe properly. “You steal my Baby, you get punched.”

The shapeshifter shrugged, trying to hide his awkwardness. The keys dangled from his left hand, almost tauntingly. “Sorry, buddy. Look, no harm no foul, right? Take your keys, and we all walk away happy.”

Dean tsked. “No can do. New rule, remember?”

With that, Y/N came up behind the shapeshifter, thrusting her silver knife straight into his side. The shifter whipped around to claw at her, his lips pulled back in a snarl.

A shot rang out, the silver bullet blowing through his brain. The shifter fell to his knees in front of Y/N, then onto his face, dead before he hit the ground.

With her face now covered in the blood of the monster they’d been chasing for days, she narrowed her eyes at Dean. “Seriously?”

“What, you’d rather I let him take a swipe at you?” Dean frowned, walking up to her. His unoccupied hand came up to check her over for any injuries. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Fine. He was keeping me in the back room. Skipped knot day in Boy Scouts, though.”

He chuckled, his hand cupping her cheek.

She pushed him off. “Dean, I’m covered in shifter guts, save yourself,” she joked.

He pulled his jacket down to cover his hand, then began scrubbing off the blood. She complained a bit, acting like a child being cleaned by its mother.

Then, when most of the viscera moved from her face to his sleeve, he pulled her into a tight hug. Her own arms twined around his waist, holding him just as close. “Hey, you okay?”

“I was worried, y’know?”

“Ah, don’t worry,” she nuzzled herself closer into his chest, even if his usual musk was a bit masked by the smell of gunpowder and shift brains. “Baby’s in the back, he didn’t hurt her.”

“She’s okay?”

She rolled her eyes. “I promise.”

“Well, I was more worried about you,” he promised.

“…sure.”

“I was!” he pulled away, looking her in the eye.

“Dean, it’s okay. I understand that I’m lower on the totem pole.”

He frowned. “You really think that Baby is more important than you?”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think it. I know it. It goes Baby, pie, then girlfriend.”

There was a moment of silence before Dean crashed his lips against hers, pulling her close enough to eliminate every inch of space between them.

No matter how many times she kissed Dean, he still made her heart flutter and palms sweaty like she was in a damn romance novel. Her hands, still wrapped around his waist, twisted themselves in his jacket for something to ground her.

When he finally pulled away, he narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re the baby I was talking about.”

She hummed, still on her high from kissing Dean.

“Did you hear me?”

“Something something Baby,” she smiled dreamily.

He chuckled at that. “Good to know I still have that effect on you.”

“Shut up, Winchester.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips curling up into a smile. “I said that you’re the baby I was talking about.”

“Wait, so you mean that you would only punch someone who kidnaps me? Wow, really feeling the love there.”

Dean pulled away, rolling his eyes. He walked over to the shifter, shoving his now-cool gun back into his pants, and then picked up his keys from the monster. He then turned to Y/N, holding his hand out to her. “C’mon, let’s go find the second-most important baby in my life.”

She curled around his arm, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“What can I say? I’m a romantic.”

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[revwinchester]

Birthday Blues

Summary: Sam takes care of the reader after a hunt keeps them apart on his birthday.

Pairing/Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1446

Warnings: Cursing, brief mention of sexy times (no smut, though), super stressed out reader, maybe angst?

A/N: I was traveling all day on May 2 and finally just got the time and energy to write something for Sam’s birthday… better late than never!  There’s a perfectly good reason in the fic for why it’s late.

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Birthday Blues - 

“Shit,” you murmured, looking at the clock on your dashboard.  You had all but promised that you would make it home two days ago but you case had taken much longer than you had expected and your phone had gotten broken early in the chase.  “Fucking harpies.”  You hit a bump and winced, cursing the terrible shocks and slow acceleration of your minivan, along with the creatures you had just been dealing with.  

You had been packed for a hunt with your boyfriend Sam and his brother when an old friend had called looking for help with her own case a few states over.  Sam and Dean had assured you they’d be alright without you so you’d hopped in your minivan, Dean scoffing at the car yet again, and drove off.  

Your friend’s case had turned out to be harpies and you had learned just how bitchy they were.  Winged creatures were officially the worst, Castiel aside, and you would think twice before getting yourself play bait for one again.  The harpie had picked you up and flown off into the air before your friend could fire off a shot, wounding the creature and causing it to drop you.  That was the first time, but not the last, that one of the harpies had try to fly off with you and when your phone had shattered.  You had ignored the pain as best as you could as you and Kat regrouped and came up with a new plan.  The next day, you were staking out the harpies again and you had both spent the night in the car before finally getting another crack at the beasts.  You had resolved to keep both feet firmly planted on the ground during this fight but the harpies had a different idea and you once again found yourself falling from at least a dozen feet up.  Now that the adrenaline of the hunt had worn off, you were realizing that your phone might not have been the only thing to suffer significant damage.

You drove as fast as you could.  You had already missed Sam’s birthday and hadn’t been able to call; you didn’t want to miss anymore time with him.  

A few hours later, you pulled into the bunker’s garage, parking next to Dean’s Impala.  You gingerly climbed out of your car, deciding to leave your bag in the back seat for now.  You walked into the bunker or, limped, really, and made your way towards the bedroom you shared with Sam.  You weren’t sure where you’d find him so that was as good a place as any to start.  However, before you could make it even five steps toward your bedroom, you heard someone bounding toward you.  

You turned just in time to see a frantic Sam running in your direction.  He pulled you into his arms, lifting you off your feet.  “Thank God,” Sam whispered but you could barely hear him over the yelp of pain you let out as he squeezed you.

Sam put you down immediately and took in your appearance.  “What happened?” he asked.  “I was so worried.”

“I know, I’m sorry.  My phone got busted on the case so I couldn’t call,” you explained, “but I’m ok.”

Sam gave you a once over before replying.  “Yeah, that’s definitely not true.  You look like you got thrown out of a window or something.”  Sam carefully brushed a lock of hair from your face as you huffed a humorless laugh.  “Let’s get you patched up,” your boyfriend suggested as he started off down the hallway towards the library and a first aid kit.

You followed him as well as you could but it was hard enough to keep up with Sam’s long legs when you were feeling your best.  You had only taken a handful of painful steps by the time Sam had made it down the long hall.  He had turned, expecting you to be right behind him.  When you weren’t, he fixed you with the most pitying stare you had ever seen.  Sam strode back toward you and gently scooped you into his arms.

“What happened?” he asked as he carried you, making you realize you hadn’t answered that question when he asked the first time around.

“Harpies,” you explained.  “Kat had a plan that, in hindsight, was extremely dumb but seemed good at the time.”  Breathing even hurt so your speech was slow and by the time you had said that, Sam had made it to the library and gingerly seated you on the edge of one of the tables.  He started cutting off your shirt and you thought to complain.  You had liked this shirt but, then again, it was bloodstained and caked with muck and, even better, you wouldn’t have to move while Sam worked on taking off your shirt.

“One of them grabbed me and flew off,” you told your boyfriend, trying to sound nonchalant, “or, tried to, I should say.  Kat fired off a shot and the thing dripped me but I was already a solid twelve feet up or so.  Then, it, um… might have happened again a few days later.  Different harpie that time.”

By now, Sam had gotten your shirt off and started to poke and prod at you as gently as you could but you still let out a loud hiss of pain as he found a particularly sensitive spot.  “That would explain a lot, you’ve got at least a couple of bruised ribs and I think you’ve sprained your ankle,” he said, taking an ace bandage from the first aid kit to wrap snugly around your right ankle.  

You watched Sam work, his hands moving gently but deftly around your body.  Sam was so tough on hunts and he like to be rough in the bedroom but he was still the softest, sweetest man you had ever met.  You had no idea what you had done to deserve a man like Sam.  Your thoughts continued in this direction as he continued to work on you, deciding that your right knee also needed a wrap before he moved up your body to work on your ribs.  Sam was kind and loving, loyal and intelligent, and the most empathetic man you had ever encountered.  Not to mention how downright sexy he was.

Sam’s eyes finally found yours and his face fell.  “Y/N, what’s wrong?”  His voice was distraught and it almost made your heart burst.

“N-nothing,” you told him, legitimately confused by his shift in mood and his question.

“Y/N, love, you’re crying,” Sam shared, wiping away one of your tears.  “Is the wrap on your ribs too tight?” he asked, flying into problem solving mode.

Your hand flew to your face.  You were crying.  You grabbed Sam’s hands as a fresh wave of tears fell from your eyes.  “N-no,” you assured your boyfriend.

His eyes moved back to your face as you continued speaking.

“I… I missed your bir- your birthday,” you managed.  The stress of the past few days had finally caught up with you.  You were in pain and exhausted and could finally let your guard down after being run through the wringer on your hunt.

“It’s alright,” Sam assured you but you wouldn’t hear it.

“No it’s n-not!” you sobbed, “I was supposed to- to be back, to be h-here with you, but I missed it!” You shook your head back and forth to emphasize your point.

Sam caught your face in his giant, warm hands and held you still.  “Y/N,” his eyes found yours and his thumbs brushed away more tears.  “Y/N, I need you to take a deep breath, love.”

You did what Sam asked.

“Good, thank you,” he said as you started to calm down a little.  “Y/N, I really don’t care that you weren’t here on Tuesday,” Sam reassured you.  “I’m just so happy to have you back safe and mostly sound.”

You didn’t reply.  You were still fighting off another onslaught of tears that this gorgeous man was unknowingly provoking.  You sniffed and nodded, hoping your eyes would convey everything you were feeling for Sam in that moment: your love and amazement that he was yours along with an apology that you knew he didn’t need but you couldn’t help but give, anyway.

“How about this,” Sam began.  “Let’s go take a nap and, though I swear to you I’m not mad you missed my birthday, you can make it up to me later.  Once you’re feeling better.”

You nodded at your boyfriend again, still not trusting your voice.  Sam lifted you from the table and carried you to your bedroom.

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[megansescape]

Family Foam Fight.

This is my entry for @babypieandwhiskey‘s 200 writing challenge. My prompt was “You can;t use a fart as a weapon.” Tags are below the cut, I have used the lists provided by @mrswhozeewhatsis and the SPN Fanfic Pond. If you have been wrongly tagged please let me know and I will remove you asap. My beta for this fic was the lovely @dat-targaryen-tho. Thank you so much for beta-ing this :) Plus tiny bit of a movie reference in here but not sure if people will spot it :)

Summary: Reader is having a fun fight with her family and is surprised by her son.

Pairing: Sam X Reader.

Word count: 796.

Warnings: Fluff.

“Ready?!” Sam’s voice echoed through the bunker, a giggle erupting a few doors down from your hiding place.

“Yes Daddy.” Kaylum shouted from his own hiding space. You silently giggled at the sound of your son's voice so wonderfully full of glee.

“Ready Sam.” You called through the halls, signalling the beginning of the game. Everywhere suddenly became silent, a sense of pride filling you at Kaylum’s ability to remain quiet despite his normally never ending chatter. You checked your supplies before peeking around the slightly open door, checking for signs of life in either direction. As you started to tiptoe out of the room, the door to Kaylum’s room creaked open, revealing the tall figure of your husband.

You quickly darted back behind the door silently, hoping that he hadn’t spotted you. You couldn’t understand why Sam had been coming out of Kaylum’s room, you were sure that Kaylum had been hiding there but there was no sign of him with Sam. Sam quickly moved past your hiding space, moving onwards in his hunt for his son and you. Waiting silently until you were sure he was gone, you once again made your way out of the room and walked silently in the opposite direction of Sam, checking behind you constantly.

**THWACK**

A foam pellet hit you smack dab in the middle of your forehead, stunning you as a series of snickers flew down the corridor, originating from your surprisingly stealthy son. He made eye contact with you and shot you a smirk that you had seen on his uncle’s face way too many times. He quickly took off down the hall, darting round corners so fast that you could barely keep up with him as you threw foam pellets back at him, every single one missing their target. You didn’t realise just how seriously Kaylum would take this game but you did know that the noise the two of you were making was sure to attract Sam’s attention. You took in your surroundings and quickly sped down a different corridor, figuring that Sam would follow the noise and that it would lead him to Kaylum, not you.

You had been hiding out in this storage room for about twenty minutes now and had decided that you had waited long enough. If anything either Sam or Kaylum would be out by now and it would be just a one on one game. You began to make your way through the cold corridors, cautiously checking every corner before suddenly hearing footsteps approaching. There was nowhere to hide so you turn to face your attacker head on, coming face to face with Sam.

“Oh no Kaylum’s out? Poor little guy, is he okay?” Motherly concern flooding you, as you thought of your little boy losing at his favourite game.

“No Y/N, he’s not out, I can’t get him. He is far too quick. It’s like his is always two steps ahead.” Sam shook his head in disbelief as pride filled you. Here he was, your little boy who hadn’t even hit double digits, outsmarting two professional hunters. As you and Sam stood there looking at each other, at a loss of what to do, you felt numerous little thuds against your back. You looked down at your feet to see dozens of foam pellets littering the floor. Turning quickly you just managed to catch sight of you son’s jacket as he took off around the corner. You quickly gave chase, following him around two corners, Sam hot on your trail before the two of you ran straight into a wall of stench. Looking at the other end of the hall, you saw Kaylum stood there, eating pieces of baloney which you all knew made him incredibly gassy.

“It’s not okay to use a fart as a weapon.” You shouted down to Kaylum, your nostrils burning at the smell.

“SURRENDER!” He cried back, a triumphant grin on his face.

“Fine we surrender, just put the baloney down son.” Sam called to him, his hand firmly pinching his nose shut, a grimace on his handsome features.

“WOOHOO!” Kaylum took of running through the halls, celebrating his victory.

“He is definitely his father’s son” You said jokingly, loving how happy your son was, even at your noses’ expense.

“He is your son too.” Sam laughed back at you.

“No way, while that gas is passing he is your son.” You began to walk away a sway in your hips. “Besides, now you know how we feel when you eat burritos.” Your laughter carried through the halls to the kitchen where Kaylum sat with Dean, describing his victory. You had the perfect little family and you were excited to be adding one more to the family in just seven months.

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[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Belong To Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 853 (almost not a drabble but it is so hush :P)

Warnings: Dean being an ass.

A/N: You voted for prompt, gif and character. Here are what I came up with for the winners.

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You hated the fighting. This was the way it had always been and you knew it wasn’t going to stop for a long time. You and Dean had been friends for years before either of you had dared to let anything happen between one another. You loved him so much it hurt and you had no doubt in your mind he felt the same about you, even if he had never said the words. You also doubted he ever would, but that wasn’t why you had fought.

Dean tried to push you away, just like he always did. In the beginning he had flirted with other women, never once taken it beyond that but just enough to make your blood boil with jealousy. Once he had realized he was only hurting you and not chasing you off he had stopped. Then the bossy period had started. Him telling you what to do, which hunts you could go on and what your role would be. Again your blood boiled but those times with anger. A few screaming matches had occurred and you had run off to handle whatever monster problem you were having at the time on your own. After Dean had almost lost you on one of those hunts he had changed his tactics again. Those were the games he was playing at now. Shutting himself down, not letting you in. Not even when you knew he was hurting more than ever. His mom were back in your lives and that was a lot for him to deal with. A few months ago he would have told you about it, but not anymore. Now Dean told you it was none of your business, leaving you in tears to come home smelling like a brewery each night. Each time he left it got harder and harder to watch the door close between you, but you were determined in proving him wrong. Even if you could no longer fall asleep in his bed alone anymore. Even if you sat on the couch in one of Dean’s t-shirt with silent tears streaming down your face until you could no longer keep your eyes open and you fell asleep.

You didn’t wake up, when he came in. You had no idea how tears streamed down Dean’s face as he watched your dried ones on your cheeks. You didn’t feel the blanket he wrap around your sleeping from before he walked back to what had been his room, but had become yours too over the past 6 months you had been more than just friends.

You did wake an hour later, missing the weight of his arms around you and his steady heartbeat calming your normally nightmare filled sleep. When you realized you were still in the couch, your first instinct was fear. It was not like Dean not to return home at all, but as soon as you felt the blanket you knew he had been there. Sam had gone to bed before you and he never showed his face before it was time for his morning run. Your late night visitor had been Dean.

So you wrapped the blanket around your body and walked through the halls of the Bunker, hoping these games would end soon. You felt as if a dagger were plunged through your chest when you peaked into the room to see Dean sitting on the bed with his arms folded over his chest and staring into the ceiling still awake.

You took a deep breath before dropping the blanket and pushing the door closed behind you. He didn’t stir as you crawled into bed next to him, but he also didn’t fight you when you lifted his arm and tugged beneath it. Your chin rested on his chest as you looked up at the silent, pained expression of the man you loved so much.

“Dean Winchester, You belong to me and you need to accept it,” You spoke in a silent, stern voice and Dean instantly looked down at you with a surprised look on his face. Of all the things he had thought you were going to say that had not been it, still you carried on, “I love you, you jerk. When are you going to realize no matter what crap you pull, I am not going anywhere. You are stuck with me.”

A smile that made his eyes crinkle spread across his face before he leaned down pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss, that let you know he was sorry.

“You promise?” Dean whispered against your lips, making you smile before you snuggled closed to him, closing your eyes ready to fall asleep safely in his arms.

“I promise,” you hummed, smiling even wider as you felt his strong arms pull you tighter against him.

Then the words you never thought you’d hear left his lips and you fell asleep for the second time that night with silent tears streaming down your face. Only this time in the arms you knew would be yours, keeping you safe and warm forever.

“I love you, Y/N/N.”

Dean Tag Team (CLOSED)

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