#Lab Rats x you

[crazyk-imagine]

Bree's New Friend

Pairing: Adam Davenport x Bionic!reader

Characters: Bree Davenport, Bionic!reader, Adam Davenport, Chase Davenport, Leo Dooley, Donald Davenport, Tasha Davenport

Warnings: Fluff, classic lab rats things, has this been in the drafts for months, maybe, did I finally come back to it, also maybe, Leo and Chase being besties, Bree trying to set her girl up, Adam lowkey acting like a simp, reader can protect herself, Adam is a sweetheart, Leo is still a dork, Chase is pouty when he can't be bionic, aka use his skills with reader

Word Count: 1,137

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"Okay, I have a question," Bree asks, taking a seat in front of her stepmom.

Tasha looks up from her mixing bowl with a raised brow. "Which is?"

She avoids the woman’s gaze. "I want to invite someone over, but I don't want any of the guys here."

"You need my help making sure the house is empty except for you and your friend? Is this perhaps a boyfriend?"

"No, it's a girl. She's really nice and I want to be friends outside of school, but she says we can't meet at her house because her parents don't want random people in her house."

"How soon are you thinking?"

"I was hoping for something later this week but-"

"Done."

She pauses, wondering if she heard her correctly. "Wait- really?"

The woman nods, "you rarely bring your friends around and I want you to enjoy your teen years while you can."

Bree squeals and runs over to her, hugging her. "Thank you. Thank you."

Adam, Chase, and Leo walk through the door. "Did we miss something?"

Tasha shakes her head. "No."

Donald steps behind his wife, leaning against the counter. "You're lying, aren't you?" She sighs.

"She asked me if she could have a friend come over and I said yes. What's so wrong about that?"

He raises a brow. "Is this a-"

"No, she's in three of Bree's classes and she wants to hang out with this girl outside of school."

"When does this happen?"

"Tomorrow which means we need you and the boys out of the house."

"Okay. Wait- what?"

-

The boys’ glance at one another, planning on pranking their sister and unfortunately bringing her friend down with her.

"I'm so happy we could finally hangout and not talk about school," Bree tells you as you two walk through the door.

"Me too." You stand beside the door, waiting for her to close it. "But could we actually talk about school for just one second?"

The girl rolls her eyes, "that's not why I wanted to hang out with you."

You chuckle, "I know, I know but if we could finish this one thing then we can watch trashy tv or something."

"The quiz?"

The three boys pop their heads up from behind the stair rail.

"I have two more questions and then I'm done for the day."

She sighs, "fine."

"I promise if we finish before, what time is it?"

She looks at the microwave, "two."

You let out a whisper under your breath a victory scream. "Great. If we finish before the frozen yogurt shop closes, we can go. I mean, if your stepmom lets us."

"She will."

"Are you sure? We didn't even ask her."

She nods, "she will. I don't normally have friends over."

You don't say anything. She realizes her mistake and tries to fix it.

"I mean- I have friends all the time. I practically throw a party every day."

You place your hands on her shoulders. "Calm down. It's okay, I'm not judging you. I literally told you I haven't brought friends over and you didn't judge me. Why would I judge you?"

"You're not?" She asks with genuine confusion. You’re acting much nicer than the other girls at school.

"No. Now, let's finish this quiz so we can get fro yo."

The boys pull back and devise their plan.

Leo and Chase enter the living room.

Bree groans, “I told you guys to go away- wait- where’s Adam?”

You narrow your eyes and set your notebook on the coffee table.

Adam pops up behind you and grabs your arms to scare you.

You geoleap behind him and grab his arm, holding it behind his back to restrain him, aiming for the other arm when breaks free and tackles you to the ground.

He unintentionally uses his laser eyes barely giving you enough time to pull your shield.

“You’re bionic?” Everyone but Adam shouts, he continues to stare at you.

You slowly lower your shield when he stops.

“Who else is bionic? I feel like I need to get on this trend,” Leo comments.

Chase turns to him with a disappointed look. “It’s not a trend, Leo.”

He shrugs, “doesn’t stop me from dreaming.”

Donald and Tasha walk through the door. “What’s going on here?”

You’re alarmed and geoleap onto the couch.

“You-” The older man pauses, calling out your name.

“You know her?” Tasha asks.

“When did you guys complete geoleaping and why did no one tell me?” He takes your hand, helping you off the couch.

You shrug, “a few weeks ago, there’s minor glitches but pretty useful nonetheless.” You cross your arms and lean closer to him. “I didn’t realize these were your kids.”

“I didn’t realize you were my daughter's friend, so surprise.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You don’t know what else we’ve done. Don’t act like a rich millionaire.”

“I don’t have to act.”

“Donald, are you seriously fighting with a child?”

He looks away from you, “no.”

You turn around back to Bree. “Ready?”

“God, yes.” She grabs her bag before pulling you with her.

“Wait up!” Adam calls out as the other two follow behind him.

She groans, “this is a girl’s trip which means no boys.”

“We’re still coming with you,” Leo adds.

You pull her beside you to whisper in her ear. You pull back and see Chase frowning and smirk, “couldn’t listen in, could you?”

“How did you-”

“I’m awesome, that’s why.”

“That doesn’t justify-”

Adam nudges his arm. “Shut up, dude.” He smiles at you before gesturing for you to lead the way.

“I like this one,” you point to him. “He’s nice and not annoying.”

Leo chuckles, directing Chase’s annoyance onto him.

-

You grab your things and are about to head out when Adam stops you.

“Hey- uh- I wanted to say sorry.”

“For what?”

“You know,” he furrows his brows. “For earlier.”

You wave him off, “you’re all good. I can handle it but thanks for the apology.”

He smiles and holds the door open for you. “Are- if anything that happened today scared you,” he pauses. “I hope you’d still want to be friends with my sister.”

You smile, “I’m still coming around, you guys are fun and can actually understand me in more ways than the other kids at school can.”

“Cool.”

“See you, big guy.”

He waits until you get into your parents’ car.

“I want to be a bridesmaid if you two get married,” Bree tells him.

He jumps and frowns, “not cool.”

She shrugs, “I’m just saying, I’m the reason you two will have gotten together.”

He chuckles, “you so aren’t.”

“I totally am.”

“Would you two shut up already?” Chase calls out.

“We’re trying to watch the movie- AH!” Leo screams and tosses the bowl of popcorn up. 

[dovesdreaming]

Boutiques and bionics

Summary: Chase’s girlfriend loves to shop and is a bit of a diva but fits right into the davenports with her loving attitude towards them.

Request

Masterlist

Warnings: none

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Chase Davenport sat in the middle of the sleek Davenport mansion's spacious living room, his eyes glued to the tablet in his hand. The holographic projection flickered, showing a complex blueprint for a new bionic enhancement he'd been working on. The numbers and diagrams danced in his mind, but his concentration was abruptly interrupted by the sound of heels clicking on the marble floor. “Chase! There you are!” a melodic voice chimed, filling the room with an energy that was both captivating and, at times, overwhelming. Chase looked up, his expression softening as he saw his girlfriend, you, walking towards him. You were a vision of glamour, as always, dressed in a perfectly tailored designer outfit that complemented your flawless style. Your dark hair was swept back in a sleek ponytail, and you wore a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on your head like a crown.

“Hey, y/n” Chase greeted her with a smile, setting his tablet down on the coffee table. You, the epitome of fashion and flair, had an aura that could light up any room. Despite your diva like tendencies, your love for shopping, designer brands, and everything luxurious. You were kind-hearted and adored the Davenport family. You had a way of making everyone feel special, even if your enthusiasm for the latest fashion trends sometimes overshadowed the more mundane aspects of life.

You sauntered over to him, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “Guess what I just found at the mall? The most fabulous dress! It’s perfect for that gala you’re dragging me to next week”. Chase chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist as you showed him a picture of the dress on your phone. It was a stunning piece, all elegance and sophistication, just like you. “I’m not dragging you anywhere. You were the one who said you’d be happy to come”. You smirked, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “True, true. But we both know you’re the one who’s really excited about this whole sciencey gala thing. I’m just there to look pretty on your arm”. Chase laughed, knowing you were only half joking. He loved how different you were; where he was analytical and logical, you were vibrant and spontaneous. But it worked. Somehow, it just worked.

“And how are my favorite couple doing?” a voice interrupted from the entrance. You both turned to see Donald Davenport, Chase’s adoptive father and the genius behind the bionic technology, walking in with a grin on his face. You instantly brightened, stepping away from Chase to greet Donald with a hug. “Hi, Mr. Davenport! I was just telling Chase about the amazing dress I got today. You’ll love it, it’s absolutely to die for!” You exclaimed, your enthusiasm infectious. Donald chuckled, patting your shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll look fantastic, y/n. And please, call me Donald”. Chase watched the interaction with a warm smile. You had been part of his life for almost a year now, and in that time, you’d become close to his family. You had a unique way of winning people over, even Leo, who was usually skeptical of most people.

“By the way, y/n” Donald said, as they all moved toward the living room, “Tasha wanted me to ask if you could help her pick out an outfit for the gala. She said you have the best fashion sense out of anyone she knows”. Your eyes widened with delight. “I’d love to! Tell Tasha I’ll be over tomorrow to help her out”. Chase’s heart swelled with affection as he watched you chatting animatedly with Donald. Despite your love for all things glamorous, you never hesitated to go out of your way to help those you cared about. You were kind, compassionate, and brought a vibrancy to the Davenport household that Chase hadn’t even realized was missing.

After a few more minutes of chatting, Donald excused himself to go back to his work, leaving Chase and you alone again “So” you began, turning to face him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, “I was thinking we could have a little date night tonight. Maybe dinner at that new rooftop restaurant downtown?”. Chase hesitated, glancing back at his tablet. He had planned to spend the evening working on his latest bionic project, but one look at your hopeful expression and he knew his work could wait.

“Sounds perfect” he said, slipping his hand into yours. “But I’m picking up the tab this time. You always insist on treating me, and I want to return the favour”. You giggled, squeezing his hand. “Deal. But only if you promise to let me drag you into a few shops afterward. I saw some shoes that would look amazing with my new dress”. Chase rolled his eyes playfully but nodded. “Alright, but you’re going to have to explain to me why you need another pair of shoes when you already have a closet full”.

You laughed, pulling him towards the door. “Oh, sweetie, there’s always room for more shoes. Now come on, let’s go. We have a date with the stars and some fabulous cuisine!”. As you left the mansion, hand in hand, Chase couldn’t help but marvel at how lucky he was. He had his family, his work, and you-a girl who brought color into his meticulously ordered world. And for once, he was more than happy to let go of his logical side and just enjoy the adventure. Because with you by his side, life was anything but predictable and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Thank you for reading!

[daranatsus]

If you've been a monster most your life, have you ever really been human?

[classica-meretrix]

thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

chase davenport's bionic hearing

nsfw

・❥・Chase seeing his amplified hearing as a burden or inconvenience till he met you

・❥・Chase reveling in accidentally catching you gushing about him to your friends

・❥・Chase hearing you talk about how much you loved a necklace at the mall and hurrying to go buy it for you (what else are rich dads for?)

・❥・Chase catching your little annoyed huffs under your breathe when something upsets you

・❥・Chase catching your little sighs as he kisses down your neck

・❥・Chase attempting to memorize the practically inaudible moans and gasps as he hits just the right spot

・❥・Chase falling apart to the heightened mix of your sounds and his cock slipping in and out of you

(this spiraled quickly)

[wishchip106]

why is he smirking like that 😭

stop making bedroom eyes. calm down ✋😾

he wants to get in that man’s pant so bad wtf

[col0gne]

thinking about chase and how every time he's excited about something he's done he jumps up and down yelling "i did it i did it i did it!!!!"

something about that makes me think he did it when he asked someone out for the first time

[stale-trash]

It's Albedo's birthday, and it is Friday the 13th....allow me to humbly suggest creepy Albedo on this blessed day

cw: yandere, voyeurism

GN reader!

A/N: was in a bit of a rush to put this out on time so uh ignore anything that makes no sense (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠��⁠｡⁠)

I interpret Albedo as rather reserved emotionally. He isn't unfeeling, he just doesn't share much of what he is feeling to those not closest to him. Unless you can perfectly analyze his mannerisms, you wouldn't even know that he's upset or happy or troubled unless he explicitly tells you.

Most wouldn't call Albedo cold though; mysterious is their adjective of choice. He is holed up in his lab, conducting experiments day in, day out like any genius of his stature should.

That's why most give him some grace when he inadvertently insults them with that pleasant voice of his. You can't fault the guy, he spends most of his time in the middle of nowhere - it'd be weirder if he did remember how to properly socialize.

Albedo isn't a fool, he is acutely aware of how he is perceived. He doesn't bother changing it because it's convenient for him.

Especially when it comes to pursuing you.

He can observe you to his heart's content without consequence. From staring unblinkingly at you whenever you run into each other to suddenly noting down your responses, there is little stopping him from treating you like an especially fascinating specimen. Whenever he toes your bottom line too much, all you need is a bashful apology and an empty promise to break the "bad habit".

You get used to it, just like everyone else in Mondstadt. Yet, you can't shake this feeling of...wrongness about him. His stare isn't that one of innocent curiosity but one that burns. It's a stare you can feel from miles away with how it burrows beneath your skin, demanding to know every single thing about you.

It's a stare that desires to strip you bare.

Once you notice it, you can feel it whenever you're alone. It's as if there are thousands of those cerulean eyes trained on you. Sometimes, the sensation vanishes as fast as it arrived, and other times, it follows you for hours. It doesn't matter if you are in the safety of your home - curtains firmly drawn, windows bolted shut, and doors triple locked - or are out and about, it always finds you.

It somehow gets worse whenever you attempt to undress. You can feel it increase in intensity as if encouraging you to continue. You can feel it roaming your skin like a thousand hands. You can feel it memorize every single feature and meticulously transfer it to paper for your viewing displeasure.

You don't know what's worse: the crime, knowing the perpetrator, or the perpetrator knowing you know.

[pinkbubbles06]

I think what we as a fandom (LREF) are missing is an elite force band AU.

Bree is lead singer

Skyler is backup singer

Chase is on guitar

Oliver is on piano/bass

Kaz on drums

Please someone make this happen I’m dying!🥲

[inexpressiblybeautiful]

I just know that if Harmony Cobel was there she would be taking notes like the scientist she is.

[incredipuppy]

Oliver “I always believed people were turned evil by their surroundings and circumstances but now I’m starting to think I was always destined to be evil” Nolastname x Marcus “I was created for the sole purpose of doing evil but I want to be good” Davenport

[lara-a-fada]

I really REALLY don't know how to few about the last chapter...

I was off the manga for a time, then I saw a panel and I could swear it was a meme...

It wasn't.

So... ALIENS????????

Shit it feels so foreign (no pun intended) it's like it didn't match the work, and yes they have a telepathic kid and a future reading dog, but I was expecting in earth experiments!! I mean, the war flashbacks and the spy versus police force, all the trauma and silent political fights, it felt so real that puting it all on "Donovan is an alien and so he is the big bad villain haha" feels cheap.

I saw some saying it might be an analogy from Melinda to say that Desmond does bad things, but if it was it she would say monster.

Other one said she might be going cuckoo because of something he did that she saw.

If it also explains Anya's pink hair I will flip tables. I can only say that my reaction was exactly the same as Twilight when Melinda said alien, say again????

**Edit**

Forget it I saw a trend on Twitter with all the mentions of space on SxF plus the correlation with Cold war and the Space race, fuck yeah Donovan is an alien 👽

[bpddavenport]

Having Chase Davenport as your F/O

Bad news your not holding hands he canonically has "Naturally clammy hands"

He canonically used to kiss a wall , that was his practice so get ready

He also - lectures people about the evils of sodium at pretzel huts! AND insists on getting sugar free items

He described his perfect partner as "Overly territorial and loyal"

His Favorite tv show is Shark Man and flipper boy! Have fun watching that! But he does ruin horror movies with logic, but not shark man and flipper boy, god forbid

Congratulations! Your boyfriend has officially cured male pattern baldness

Congrats x2! Your boyfriend is a registered chiropractor in the Philippines

[classica-meretrix]

Bruises

pairing: chase davenport x fem!reader genre: lil smutty content/warnings: mentions of smut, lil flashback, bruises from sex summary: adam notices some unusual marks on chase's arm

Adam walked into the kitchen, immediately heading for the box cereal that Chase was pouring into a bowl. I pulled myself onto the counter, crossing my legs at the ankle.

"Hey, can I have that?" Adam asked, motioning to the box.

"No, I'm in the middle—"

"Great, thanks." Adam grabbed the box, turning to pour the cereal directly into his mouth.

"Adam!" Chase scolded. "That's disgusting! Do you know how much bacteria you're transferring?"

"No," Adam mumbled through a mouthful of food.

Chase rolled his eyes, lunging for the box, but accidentally hit Adam's arm in the process.

"Hey!" Adam yelled before retaliating, punching Chase where a large bruise had formed on his arm.

"Ow!" Chase protested, flinching back in pain.

"Woah! Did I do that?" Adam asked, inspecting the mark with a look of awe.

Chase flashed me a panicked look, quickly covering the purple spot. "Uh, yeah," he hurried out.

"Chase!" I moaned, tightening my grip on his arm. He flinched as my fingers sunk into his skin, though it only seemed to make him thrust faster. I could already see a mark forming, but I couldn't bring myself to care, throwing my head back in pleasure.

"Wicked," Adam complimented. "I don't even remember that!" He brushed his shoulders in mock humbleness. "Just that good."

"You can say that again," I mumbled without thinking.

"What?" they both asked at the same time. Adam seemed to have really not heard me, but Chase's cheeks were lighting up again, blush rushing to his skin.

"Nothing," I said with a smirk, sending Chase through another wave of panic.

[hixen]

I wrote this on a piece of cardboard but I’ll say it again

Chase was lowkey down bad for Kaz but producers said “na” and did em dirty with all his love interest when the perfect match was right in front of him this whole time so hashtag JUSTICE for Chases love life and also #kase or #chaz which ever one you roll with

[ggitty]

So if anyone saw me threatening silly jc sketches at 4am, congratulations, it happened lol

I don't usually draw humans, it's not my area of expertise, but these two make me want to draw something mushy too much (and it looks like I'm out of art I haven't seen)

Oh, and a separate one of Goddard, which I made in the middle of this to relax a bit

[eatmarcus]

au where Tasha takes Donald's place and Giselle takes Douglas' place but instead of them being like step-sisters or ex-best friends or something they're ex wives and Leo was technically both of their son. Idk, you can kill me for all I care