#lab rats fanfiction

[slutboybarbie]

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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[multxanna]

chile this is so unserious. i’m gonna try to save y’all from this repetitive genre of lab rats fanfics.

#lab rats elite force #lab rats #can y’all come up with something else #ik we’re tired of reading the same shit in different fonts #adam davenport #adam davenport x reader #chase davenport x reader #leo dooley #leo dooley x reader #lab rats bionic island #bree davenport #bree davenport x reader #lab rats fanfiction

[labrodents]

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

[imogensheaneyy]

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…”

#lab rats #lab rats imagine #lab rats imagines #lab rats fanfiction #lab rats fanfictions #lab rats fics #lab rats fic #chase davenport #chase davenport imagine #chase davenport imagines #chase davenport headcanon #chase davenport headcanons #chase davenport fanfiction #chase davenport fanfictions #chase davenport fic #chase davenport fics

[angelwiththeblue-box]

the intersection got a target (and they're calling it downtown)

i.e the small town mission creek fic that no one asked for!!

4,469 words | rated t | tw for blood mentions, scars | ao3 link

dndfanatic69 @ 2:41 pm 

just heard donald davenport is moving to mc!!! does he know theres nothing here???? 

roguevampire @ 3:01 pm 

lolllllll maybe well get a starbucks finally

Mission Creek has a population of 8,000, but it feels much smaller. 

Leo Dooley grows up going to school with the same people that he’s known since he was five. He was aware of who Donald Davenport is long before his mom went on a Tinder date with him. 

He thought he was a bit of a douche, if he was being. Donald Davenport and the other rich people that build their houses on the hill overlooking the rest of the town forcing the property value to rise. 

eattherich @ 10:52 am 

If my taxes are raised one more time I’m burning down Davenport’s house 

wannaberoses @ 11:29 am 

ill help !

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#eli writes #lab rats #lab rats fanfiction #leo dooley #pov leo dooley #third person pov #small town fic #mission creek #twitter fic #kinda #canon compliant #blood tw #team as family #good sibling relationship #fanfic #ao3

[nonymous06]

Attempting to write something today lads-

#disney lab rats #lab rats #lab rats au #chase davenport #kaz mighty med #kaz mm #ao3 fanfic #lab rats fanfiction #coffee shop au #coffee shop #kaz is a barista #he is also very fucking gay for chase #they communicate with shitty coffee themed pick up lines #kaz x chase

[x-fizzyp0p-x]

so this is gonna be the weirdest thing i’ve written but i can’t get the idea out of my head.

we all know the disstracks era of youtube in like the mid-2010′s, around when LREF was still airing. i saw a tiktok that made me wonder... what if the elite force was just like an influencer house? and what if one of chase’s exes started talking shit? and kaz responded?

this is definitely out of my usual range but i cant stop myself.

here’s the tiktok for anyone wondering: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRs7QtFp/

#lab rats #lab rats elite force #lref #chase davenport #kaz #chaz #kase #chase x kaz #skylar storm #oliver mighty med #bree davenport #adam davenport #leo dooley #donald davenport #douglas davenport #mighty med #disney xd #lab rats fanfiction #lref fanfiction #mighty med fanfiction #lab rats fandom

[wilt3d-r0zes]

Fic Name (and link): People Watcher Series: Lab Rats Characters: Chase Davenport (Mentioned: Bree Davenport, Adam Davenport, Leo Dooley) Pairings: N/A Trigger Warnings: Mention of serial killer, a knife and almost murder Important Tags: N/A Fic Summary:  "i want a drabble of Chase just strolling through life and then he glances towards someone and his Facial Recognition App boots up and identifies them as a mass murderer and then he sees the weapon they have on them." Or, On the Lab Rats server I came up with this and decided to write it so now you get to see it

Mission Creek isn't a small town by any means. It's not a big city, but it is a city in California that has housed two of the richest people on the planet, being Donald Davenport and, temporarily, Pierce Harington. Thankfully, it is a relatively safe place. There aren't many shootings or killings excluding robberies or muggings gone wrong.

With donations from the Davenport family, the police station is well-equipped to keep everything nice and safe.

It's why it's so easy for Donald to let his four teenage kids go on a walk through downtown Mission Creek to enjoy the nice weather and get them out of his hair. There isn't much to do except shop and eat in this area of town, but they make do just walking and seeing the sights they weren't allowed to grow up around- or, in Leo's case, didn't live close enough to grow up around.

Chase is very much a people watcher at the best of times, and at the worst he tends to forget that it's weird to stare at somebody while they pass you. Thankfully, it may have actually saved several lives in this case.

He's still tuned in to the conversation/friendly argument his siblings are having while he turns and watches a guy in a t-shirt, jeans, hiking boots, and baseball cap walk around the opposite street. He looks perfectly normal, just some Guy:tm: walking to wherever, maybe the store, maybe he's going home, maybe he's off to find his car.

Maybe he's off to kill several people, something that pings in Chase’s mind when his facial recognition app has him freezing in place when it lights up in an alert and tells him the man he's looking at has killed twelve people and currently has a sheathed bowie knife in his bag with remnants of blood on it.

Distantly, he hears his siblings ask why he stopped, but he tilts his head at the man while he continues to walk without a care in the world. What does he do in this situation? Call the cops? How does he explain how he knew who this man is when nobody else seems to?

In theory, he could take him down now without anybody noticing. Chase can tell he has an earbud in the opposite ear, online, and playing a song he doesn't know. He could cause a short circuit remotely and force it to explode. That would stun him long enough for someone else to intervene, although Bree could stop him in the next three seconds with her speed, he feels like he needs to do something.

(He's always the weakest link. Just this once, this once, can't he do something useful?)

Exploding his earbud could also kill him, it's too high of a risk to be one he's willing to take. He could throw a force field in his direction, but that'd expose their bionics and be harder to say it was a freak accident. 

Oh!

He squints, the man has barely taken three steps since he started coming up with ways to do this and activates his remote hacking. He distorts the music playing, glitching it out enough so that the man will reach up and pull his earbud out. The moment it's out of his ear Chase causes the short circuit.

He leans back and grins when it stuns the serial killer casually walking down the street to the ground, where he hits his head and Chase can hear his heartbeat slow to the rate it goes when you're asleep.

Now, he just needs to tell Bree to take him to a police station.

...And then probably explain why he just did that, actually. He realizes now that he's more likely to get reprimanded than praised, but at least he didn't expose their bionics or kill anybody.

#wilt3d-libr4ry #lab rats #chase davenport #fanfiction #fanfic #lab rats fanfiction

[gaywristwritings]

Human Glitches

Human Glitches by cant_pick_a_ship on AO3

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Lab Rats (2012)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Donald Davenport/Tasha Davenport, Chase Davenport & Tasha Davenport

Characters: Donald Davenport, Tasha Davenport, Chase Davenport, Bree Davenport, mentioned - Character, Adam Davenport

Additional Tags: Autistic Chase Davenport, Neurodiversity, Autistic Character, Character Study, Chase Needs a Hug, bree needs a hug, Adam needs a hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, donald davenport is an okay father

Summary: Donald Davenport was a man of many talents. He was a genius, a father, a leader to a group of bionic teenagers, and was considered to be a very successful man. But his ambition got the better of him and he’d overlook important details or see only the details without the big picture.

Donald had never been able to see Chase in the big picture and instead in the details. Like how even when he wasn’t using his bionics, sometimes when the chip wasn’t even in, he’d still have the minor glitches in his senses. Donald had started to call those human glitches.

It wasn’t until Tasha brought it up that he took a step back and really looked at his youngest son.

#lab rats #lab rats fanfiction #chase davenport #bree davenport #adam davenport #character study #ao3 #ao3 fic #chase is neurodivergent #fight me on it #autistic chase davenport

[bionicbore]

This is gonna be longer than I planned so... preview I guess?

#Lab Rats #Lab Rats Fanfiction #Bree Davenport #Douglas Davenport #Tbh I got really invested in writing these 2 talking 'cause they didn't have much of a casual dynamic in the show #And now I have like 1k worth of it lmao this wasn't part of the plan #I haven't even gotten to the part that made me wanna write yet #I am. Very critical of my writing lol so I hope it's decent

[honey-tale]

Code Combination - Chase Davenport

Find my story “Code Combination - C. Davenport” on Wattpad! Be warned! Slow burn of the finest and still ongoing.  First part (season 3) is fully out.

#chase davenport #labrats #fanfiction #lab rats fanfiction #let me promote my shit #i love him #so should you

[multxanna]

this is hands down, the most WELL WRITEN lab rats fanfiction i have ever fking read. the way they study the characters and they’re not completely ooc— the way Adam is not unrealistically dumb like disney likes to make a lot of their characters but still keeps his personality. i could go on an on, but i just had to come on here and give them their flowers after rereading it tonight.

#lab rats #lab rats bionic island #adam davenport #chase davenport #leo dooley #bree davenport #lab rats elite force #donald davenport #adam davenport x reader #chase davenport x reader #lab rats fanfiction #lab rats fanfic #wattpad #disney xd

[labrodents]

OKAY OKAY

In the Commando app episode in season one at the end when Chase uses his bonics to try and win the football game, everyone's open and it causes him to overload. Now wouldn't this be SO COOL to have show up again later or in Elite Force. Like he has to choose and then he kinda just shuts down. Idk, someone should write a fic about this... maybe I will idk

#lab rats #chase davenport #special interest #bree davenport #lab rats elite force #leo dooley #adam davenport #lab rats fanfiction

[purple-imagines]

Disaster

Pairing - Chase Davenport x Reader

Summary - Reader meets Spike for the first time

Warnings - kissing, swearing

Word Count - 697

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“Y/N!” She heard Leo scream out of her phone, as soon as she answered it. 

“Hello to you too, Leo.” She replied back. 

“Can you come to our house? The lab to be exact.” She could hear banging in the background. 

She narrowed her eyebrows, “why?”

“Well, Adam made Chase angry and Spike decided to make an appearance.”

The girl let out a sigh, of course. “Where’s Davenport?”

“Out of town.” She could hear Adam scream in the distance.

“Tasha too?”

“Yep. Are you coming?”

“Yes, I’m headed there now.”

“Good. Hurryy-” He hung up after screaming. 

The girl walked the street to the Davenports, only 10 minutes away. Arriving, everything looked normal from the outside. 

She walked into the house, seeing Bree on her phone on the couch, Adam in the hallway, looking out of breath, and Leo running into the living room.

“Thank God! He's in the basement.”

Y/N crossed her arms, “what’s in this for me?” 

“Uh- Chase will do your homework.”

“We already do our homework together.”

“Oh.” Leo looked defeated, “I’ll cover for Chase next time y’all want to stay out past curfew.”

“Hm.. ok.” She shrugged, heading towards the elevator. 

Going down towards the basement, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. She’s heard of Spike, but never actually met him. She trusts Chase though, and according to Leo she could do it. 

The elevators open and she’s greeted with silence. Walking through the doors, she hears a loud bang, causing her to jump. 

She could see lab equipment all over the floor, some in pieces, others still salvageable. Spike was standing in front of the tubes, looking mad. 

“Hey there, pretty lady,” he smirked, “what’s your name?”

Y/N crossed her arms, “Y/N.” 

“Pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m Spike, but you can call me whatever you want.

She huffed. He was annoying, to say the least. “Well, Spike,” she jumped up onto a counter, swinging her legs. “What do you wanna do?”

“Other than you?” He continued to smirk, causing her to roll her eyes. “I want to destroy this place.”

“Ok then.” She slowly pushed a lamp off the counter she was sitting on. Keeping eye contact with Spike the entire time. 

His eyebrows rose, he slowly walked towards his left, towards Davenport's inventions. Copying what the girl did, he slowly pushed one off, causing it to break in half. 

The girl hopped off the counter, keeping eye contact, she walked towards the middle of the lab, taking her arms and sweeping everything off the table. 

Back in the living room, Adam, Bree, and Leo were watching everything on Eddie's screen.

Leo drug his hands down his face, “what is she doing? She’s supposed to stop him from destroying the lab, not help mess it up.”

Bree shrugged, “it’s working.” 

Looking back at the screen, they could see the smiles on both their faces. They were causing havoc, but were happy about it. 

Now they stood face to face, about five inches apart. “If they kiss, I’ll throw up.” Leo gagged, walking over towards the couch. 

Y/N put her forehead on Spikes, looking him in the eyes. “You happier now?”

He laughed, “yeah.” He pulled her in and kissed her lips. The girl slowly kissed back, putting her hands on the back of his neck.

Pulling back after a couple of seconds, she realized his hands were on her waist. “Chase?” 

“It’s me.” She pulled him into her, hugging him tight. 

He slowly pulled away, looking around at the damage. “Did I do this?”

“Not all of it.” She winced. 

Chase let out a smile, pulling her into another kiss. 

“Is it clear?” They hear Leo yell from the hallway. 

They laugh as they let go of each other. “We’re good.” She called back. 

Leo, Bree, and Adam walk into the lab, looking around at the disaster. Adam and Leo walk towards Chase, while Bree walks towards Y/N.

Bree bumps shoulders with her, “someone had fun.” She teased.

Y/N gasped, “you were watching?” Bree laughed and nodded.

Chase wrapped his arms around YN, “now I’ve got to see this video.”

#lab rats #lab rats imagine #lab rats imagines #nickelodeon #nickelodeon imagine #nickelodeon imagines #chase davenport #chase davenport fanfiction #chase davenport fanfic #chase davenport fic #chase davenport imagine #chase davenport imagines #chase davenport x reader #chase daveport x y/n #bionics #spike x reader #spike #spike imagine #fluff

[angelwiththeblue-box]

Idbcnsofjebhf35jaszfX .,&●}♡•{》

Okay, so. Owen. Wearing Adam’s clothes. They'd be all oversized and adorable on him.

so... i wrote a fic, it definetly got away from me, but i hope you like it!! <3

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Owen was a sensible person. He liked soft cardigans and professional looking clothing and he wanted people to take him seriously. 

He knew Bree didn’t like his art, he was fully aware that she only tolerated it because she thought he was cute. 

Adam was the first person to take Owen’s art seriously, and he wanted to help because he liked it and he liked Owen, and Owen wasn’t prepared for the wave of feelings that hit him as they were building the sculpture together. 

Adam cracked jokes and actually listened when Owen started talking about his art, which Bree didn’t even do. 

(He really liked Bree, he did, but she didn’t care about his art the way that Adam did.)

He remembers the joy on Adam’s face when they show Bree, he knows what Adam’s feeling, proud of something he’s created and the joy of creating something new. 

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taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @tronagon @genuine-possum @thedrowningpoetofdionysus (lemme know if you want to be added or removed!!)

#val writes #val answers #fic idea #owen x adam #adam x owen #adam davenport #owen lab rats #owen pov #character study #sharing clothes #fluff #lab rats #lab rats fanfiction #fanfic

[becca-is-not-well]

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

#chase davenport #chase davenport x reader #lab rats #lab rats x reader #romantic #romantic! reader #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #lab rats elite force #fluff #suggestive