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THE GIRLS ARE BONDINGGGGG DSHFSDKHJF!!!! đ¸đŤđ
Iâm SO excited to share this with you!!! Iâve had this image in my head for a LONG time. I wasnât expecting to add a background, but I knew I wanted it to be a print, so after drawing the girls I thought to myself, you know what, I may as well go full hog and add one. This was so much fun!!1! I feel like itâs 2015 again, WITH MY FIXATIONS I MAY AS WELL BE SIXTEEN RIGHT NOW XKJHCKKJGHJ!!! Iâve been thinking about watching gaobam during my invader zim kick, and then I was also thinking about gravity falls, but there was part of me that didnât want that to pull me away from izâŚ.. WELL PROBLEM SOLVED!! I am so genius >:) Iâve been watching both shows lately and having a blast.
Print preorders are live on my store!! I'm planning on printing this, as well as a few other drawings at the end of this month.
chase davenport x reader pls the lab rats fandom is in a drought đ
I Missed You (Chase Davenport x GN!Reader)
Summary: Chase has been overworking himself with school, missions, his family, everything. He hasn't had time to see you recently, and no matter how he tries to open his schedule something else is added to his plate. So, you pay him a little visit just so he can take a break for a little while.
Pronouns: You/Yours, They/Them
Warnings: I won't lie, this is kinda angsty (but it ends on a good note!)
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: THIS IS MY HUSBAND BY THE WAY. PLEASE REQUEST HIM MORE I BEG YOU GUYS! PLEASE! PLEASE, DO IT FOR ME!
One month, two weeks, one day, six hours, and twenty-nine minutes.
Itâs been one month, two weeks, one day, six hours, and twenty-nine minutes, no, thirty minutes since the last time Chase Davenport had seen you in person. Along with that, it had been eight days, twelve hours, and seventeen minutes since he had last talked to you on the phone, since the last time he heard your voice.Â
He had been keeping count because, god, he missed you so much.Â
Davenport had him working on their next presentation of lab equipment, he had to go on a plethora of missions that have spiked up recently, there had been visits from their grandma, the house system had been tapped into three times, and he had to keep up with schoolwork on top of it all.Â
He was exhausted, and all he wanted was to see you. He wanted to be in your arms, to hold you, to hear how your day was, just to be around you. But, he wasnât. He wasnât able to do any of that, instead he was in the lab, alone, trying not to fall asleep or pull his hair out.
Chase was the smartest person alive, he had abilities that people would kill for. He was relied on, because he is irreplaceable and a necessity to everyone around him. He is trustworthy, responsible, and far greater than he gives himself credit for. Â
His family adores him, they do, even if sometimes they show it weirdly. Jabs with their words, or in Adams case their elbows, small comments, but they show the love. Chase knows they love him and that they care about him, theyâre his family. Adam and Bree are his siblings that he grew up with, they love each other, even if they have a weird way of showing it. They are Davenports greatest creations and he reminds them of how important they are to him. Tasha is his mom, he finally got a mom and she cared for him like no one ever had. Then Leo, Leo is his brother who showed him, Adam, and Bree a world they never thought theyâd be able to see.Â
So many people care for Chase, butâŚNone of them could ease him how you do.
You were just different. Itâs as if when Chase felt the entire world crumbling around him, when all the lights got dark and he suddenly felt like he had no solutions, you held your hand out to pull him out of his drowning fears. You saw the ugliest parts of him, the most violent, the cruel, the broken parts of him that no one had tried to fix, and you still smiled at him. You still held his hand, even through the darkness, and you even said you were scared.
When you told him that, he almost blocked out every word after. The thought of you being scared of him, even a bit, crushed him. Chase almost pulled back, he almost told you to let him go, to let him disappear into that dark forest of unknown feelings but you wouldnât.
He remembers so clearly when you told him:
âIâm honestly a little scared that youâll go so deep into the code of your chip, looking for whatâs happening to youâŚthat youâll forget youâre still human.â
Chase put his forehead on the table, groaning at the ringing in his ears. He needed to get all of this done. He would say the sooner he got everything done, the sooner he would get to see you, but everytime he tried, something new was thrown onto him.
It was all so frustrating that when he reached his newest project he just dropped his head to the table, hands gripping his hair shakily. He could feel tears stinging his eyes, and a bit of blood drew from how hard he was biting his lip to stifle any sobs that dared to pass his lips.Â
He had never felt so overwhelmed before in his life, usually he was so used to the work. He was used to doing everything accordingly, but it all suddenly felt like too much. He didnât know what he was doing wrong to feel like this, he didnât know what he was doing so wrong to the point he couldnât just finish all of the work.
As Chase thought of all this, your words constantly repeated in his head, just as they had the past few weeks. You were scared that he wouldnât remember his own human feelings, because he was so used to being treated as if he was robotic.
Your concern just caused Chase to tear up even more, clutching at his chest. He could feel his heart beating, he could hear it through the ringing.
When did he forget that his heart was still beating in his chest? When did he forget that he was more than just the chip in his neck?
During his processing thoughts, he didnât hear the sound of the lab door opening. He didnât hear the sound of footsteps approaching him. He was usually so on guard, he had ultra-sensitive bionic hearing, how did he not hear someone coming up behind him?
A hand was placed on his back, startling him immediately. Chase quickly wiped his tears, turning to the person swiftly, ready to scold them for sneaking up on him. That was until he looked up and made eye contact withâŚ
You.
You stood there, a frown painting your face as you analyzed Chase with your eyes.Â
He stared, agape, lips parted, pupils shaking, face flushed as you observed him. He couldnât tell if you were actually there or if he had been working so long to the point he had gone delirious.
You stepped forward, hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs swiping at the wet corners of his eyes. âYou were crying?â You whispered, mostly to yourself, but Chase heard it, you knew he did.
The brown haired boy didnât answer your question though, he left it ignored as if there was something more important than how he was feeling. To him, there was. That something was you.
The moment he processed that you were physically in front of him, he stood up as fast as possible, his head feeling as if it were spinning for a moment. He ignored the feeling and wrapped his arm around you, placing his nose into your shoulder, squeezing you tightly, âYouâre here.â He mumbled, taking a deep breath. âYouâre actually here.â
You nodded against him, gently petting his hair as you wrapped your own arms around him. âI amâŚâ You trailed off, frown still on your face, âIs everything okay?â
Chase thought for a moment, leaving the two of you in silence, was everything okay? His face felt like it was burning and he wasnât used to it, his eyes felt sore, his throat was a bit scratchy, and he still felt a bit dizzy.
ButâŚ
His heartbeat slowed down, his hands werenât shaking, his breathing was regulated, his mind finally felt clear, andâŚYou were there.
Chase smiled against your shoulder, nodding and holding you a bit tighter, âI missed you.â He told you, pulling back to see your face.
You blinked at him, a bit confused, tilting your head a bit. âOkay⌠how long have you been in this lab?â You asked him, now noticing how pale he looked, looking around and seeing the papers scattered around. You squeezed his arms a bit, âYou need sunlight.â You stated, chuckling a bit, pulling him by his hand to the doors of the lab.
âI still have work-â
âChase, the work can wait.â You told him seriously, shaking your head. âYou are human.â You reminded him, flicking his forehead lightly, âYou need proper food, sunlight, social interaction, and more importantly,â You paused, cupping his face, kissing the spot you flicked, âyou need a break.â
His breath staggered in his throat a bit, but he found himself once again. Chase smiled at you, his eyes lighting up, âOkay, Iâll take a break.â He told you, placing his hands over your own.
âThank you.â
He hummed, enjoying the contact, closing his eyes slightly to just stay in that moment with you. Chase opened his eyes once again, slowly to see you looking back at him, concern in your eyes. He smiled again, glad to be able to smile again, âI missed you, so much.â
âI missed you too.â
It had been seven minutes and twenty-six seconds since Chase Davenport was finally able to see you again, and he wasnât going to let that time stop anytime soon.
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