#gertchase fic

[findafight]

hi you reblogged a gertchase gifset and it Activated something in me that’s been dormant since 2019 and now i’m like do i need to watch all of runaways again?? i truly think i never watched the third season bc college and now….👀

Yesss do it. listen. Listen. Does it make a lot of sense? Mmmm not really. Do I care about in the face of getting to see my beloved Xavin in all her weird alien glory even if it's not the same as the comics, Nico and Karolina being cute and supportive, and also Chase Loving Gert like that? No. absolutely not I don't care.

God I miss that show. It definitely got the short end of the Marvel studios and conversion to Disney + stick. I miss the friends I made online because of it and drifted from in the face of the fandom shrivelling. I miss how fun it could be!!! I miss the comics too :(

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 20 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 20 2023 or Week 176, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 20 2023:

 One last dance (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @bitchyglitterfox​ 💚💙

Something’s wrong with the morning (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @iloveinej​ 💚💙

Die Besessenheit 2: Doin‘ time (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Nothing but the truth part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann​💚

Angel (Pietro Maximoff X Reader) by @bitchyglitterfox​💚

NSFW headcanons (Logan Howlett X Reader) by @angelltheninth​❤️

Die Besessenheit Chapter 3: Staedtler 430 medium ballpoint pen- red (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Nothing but the truth part 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann​💚

Wrong address (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ ❤️

Sweet tooth (Scott Lang X Reader) by @lukas-matsson​💚

Sex pollen (Logan Howlett X Reader) by @angelltheninth​❤️

Die Besessenheit Chapter 4: Partie de Campagne (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Nothing but the truth part 5 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann​💚

Imagine Fury asking you to be a diversion (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction​💚

NSFW Alphabet (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @bitchyglitterfox​❤️

Die Besessenheit Chapter 5: The Captain America Humble Apple Pie with Traditionally Churned Vanilla Ice-Cream (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Nothing but the truth part 6 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann​💚

A walk (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lives-in-midgard​💚

My solace (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @readingbookelf​ 💚💙

Die Besessenheit Chapter 6: How do you sleep? (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Nothing but the truth part 7 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann​💚

Falling in love with you part 2 (Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie​ ​💚💙

Collapse (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cricket-reader​💙

Bad day (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @t-h-i-n-g​💚💙

Die Besessenheit Chapter 7. Avengers Incident Report 2024/10 - High Hills Farmers’ Markets (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Nothing but the truth part 8 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann​💚

GertChase fic (GertChase) by @wmhalliwell​💚

Nervous (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kyotosworld​💚

Welcome to the show!: prologue (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms​ 💚💙

Die Besessenheit Chapter 8: Any moment/moment in the woods (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

[simplylove101]

FANFIC TAGGING GAME

I got tagged by my lovely bestie @backtothestart02. Thanks for thinking of me, hun. <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? - 11 (and at least 4 on ff.net, though I had a few I deleted as well, including my longest story on there out of embarrassment lol)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

168, 530 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

On Ao3, it was strictly Gertchase from Runaways (Marvel) but I've also written for Gossip Girl & Harry Potter as well.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Most of them are my earlier stuff but there's one that was more recent that people seemed to like my take on a scene. 1. A Place Isn't Home - it's my baby, my first dip into writing fic in YEARS & for a ship that I'd only just gotten into. I put a lot prep & care into it beforehand so I'll always be proud of it considering it's centered around one trope - sharing a bed. lol 2. Lost Moments - doesn't surprise me now since there were lots of missed opportunities for good Gertchase content in S2 so I just had to do a missing moments fic for them 3. Over & Over Again - inspired by the Runaways promo team releasing the first few minutes of S3 before the season dropped & gave me the opportunity to write in Chase's pov which I love since it's easy for me. 4. Maybe I'm Falling - based on the teased bed talk with Gertchase before S2 dropped (which is still a cute scene) but I kinda prefer my version lol And 5. It's Your Call - my two different takes on Gertchase's S2 kiss scene written right after the trailer had been released. And guess what? Neither one was at all like what we got. lmao

5. Do you respond to comments?

Most of the time. Considering kudos are usually the only way I know if people are liking a fic by me, getting any comments on one is kinda a big deal to me cuz I love getting them. lmao

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angstiest ending... Well, even when I write angst, there's generally some kinda hope since I like to write angst with a purpose even if it cuts hard. But since you were my home but now i'm (so) lost is about Future Chase reflecting on Gert's death & deciding to save her, I guess that's the automatic answer. But also, Lost Moments technically since it ends with Gert deciding to get over Chase after his betrayal (I was proud of that chapter tbh)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummm, basically the majority of them are happy like I said. lol Maybe I'm Falling is the purest tho since the whole thing is fluffy. hell was the journey but it brought me heaven was pretty cute too imo.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on Ao3 since like I said, I hardly get comments as it is. But on ff.net... Trust me, I got some flames. It wasn't pretty. lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Before I wrote love doesn't know what distance is, the answer would have been a hard no. Mostly because I would always chicken out before I even got started. lol Somehow I convinced myself to get it a proper try on that fic and I didn't hate it??? Do I think I'm the best at it? Still no. But I'm not as scared now. It's pretty basic but at least I did it. lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not with my Gertchase fics cuz I suck at that kinda thing but during my Harry Potter days I used to experiment with AU ideas that never went too far before I deleted them. I remember I was gonna use a Real World (yes, the reality show lol) concept for a Harry/Ginny fic that never made it passed Chap 1. lmao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh, this is so hard these days because younger me would always say Chuck/Blair and they are still up there.... I think Cole/Cassie from 12 Monkeys might be my most epic ship tho, despite me never having written for them before (I wouldn't know where to start tbh) And my heart will always belong to Ron/Hermione too. I love Gertchase but at the end of the day they might actually be more of a top 10 ship for me, I just am able to be inspired to write for them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The ultimate WIP for Gertchase for me is a post-canon fic that initially was gonna be just a simple proposal but then I wanted to include other stuff like Gert getting pregnant, etc. so it could be a mini fic. But I've just never written it because of lost inspiration (the real life drama of the cast did kinda taint the show a bit at one point but also, the fandom's pretty dead too) That said, never say never. Maybe one day I'll do it. There's scenes I had written for it that I still have somewhere so it's possible. We'll see. lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. lol I know it is because that's how I start writing my fics. I tend to write scenes out like a script first because it's how I'm able to start visualizing the rest of it. Rarely does a fic of mine not start with a quote or at least a train thought by a character. I also like to think that when I do write angst I'm not afraid to go for the jugular so to speak because it's meant to hurt BUT I do always want it to have a purpose and move the story along. Also, apparently when I'm really feeling a chapter I'm not afraid to have a big word count. I can't help it. lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The actual writing process. lol It doesn't always come naturally to me. I don't usually write anything all in one go unless I'm truly feeling it. Also, descriptive stuff. There's a reason why dialogue is my strength. It's writing around all that I struggle with a lot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Um, it's intimidating. lol I did consider doing it a few times because Gert is fluent in Spanish & she was supposed to tutor Chase for it so I always thought it would be fun to tease that in a fic or two but never did. I don't want to get the translation wrong.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. Because I was obsessed with Ron/Hermione. And yet if you looked at my old ff.net account you'd assume it was Harry/Ginny because I deleted all my RHr related fics. lol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Omg, the hardest question. lol Most of them are all my bbs for different reasons. I do think my mini The College Woes trilogy is some of my strongest work to date tho because all of that is pure me going for it since it's all post-canon. I did research and had fun with the process.

Anyway, I don't really have anyone to tag myself because I don't know who follows me and wants to answer these questions but hey, if you write fic and see this, consider yourself tagged! Also, even tho I haven't written in a while & might never again in the foreseeable future, if you like Gertchase, my A03 account is When_the_Day_Met_Night21 :)

[yorkesteins]

Chapters: 5/9 Fandom: Runaways (TV 2017), Runaways (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chase Stein/Gertrude Yorkes Characters: Chase Stein, Gertrude Yorkes, Janet Stein, Karolina Dean Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Childhood Friends, Pen Pals, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:

When Chase Stein is 12 years old, his dad hits him in the school parking lot after the city lacrosse championship. Three days later, Chase's mom packs their suitcases.

AU where everything is the same except Janet left Victor's abusive ass and Gert and Chase become email pals.

[tryalittlejoytomorrow]

you’re the anchor that i tie to my brain

Fandom: Marvel’s Runaways

Pairing: Chase Stein/Gert Yorkes

Summary: "Gert?" Molly's voice is soft, tender. Sometimes it's hard to remember she's the little sister. "It's gonna be okay. We can do this."

"This?"

"You know, this whole being happy thing."

Extract:

It's like, a ton of shit happened to them, around them, and to some extent, because of them, too, and moving on isn't as easy as songs and movies make it seem. It doesn't have to be so hard, Gert knows - it's exactly the kind of sweet nonsense Chase would say - but it's not easy either, and everything is a lot. A lot.

"What do you want me to do?" Chase asks. "Do you want some space?"

Her answer is immediate. "No. Not that. No." She doesn't want him to go, knows what it'll fuel in her mind - he wants to leave but he's only staying because he's scared you'll do something stupid, this was a terrible idea - and she's worked hard to lock that kind of thoughts for good. "Tell me things are gonna be okay."

"Everything's gonna be okay." He means it, she hears it in his voice.

Gert sighs, exhales loudly. Reaches up to squeeze his hands locked above her chest. "Okay. What happens when we fight? This place is tiny, it's not like there's a lot of room for fighting."

"I'll slam the door and go for a run," Chase answers easily. "You'll lock yourself in the bedroom and make me sleep on the couch. Does that sound good?"

"Not good," Gert snaps, then softens. "Nah, it does. It's what I would do. You can't leave too long, though. An hour." She tilts her head, locks eyes with him. "You can't leave for more than an hour or I'll panic, okay?"

Chase nods. "Sure. Make-up sex? We need to talk about make-up sex."

Read more on AO3!

[atticslaw]

Last night (10:02-ish):

'Hmm, I'll write some fanfic tonight'

This morning (6:47-ish)

'Wait, why are my glasses on? Oh right, I was gonna write fanfic... oops I guess I fell asleep after putting my glasses on, darn.'

[acesartemis]

the first night

The first night was an accident.

Gert and Chase had been up talking, so that was not a lie. Chase truly didn’t want to leave her. The purple-haired girl was so tense since they had officially turned runaways, and aside from wanting to dash right in and steal her pills back from her parents, he was really at a loss of how to make her relax a little.

So he let her talk, rambling on and on about the injustices of the patriarchy and being a woman in the year 2018. He listened, of course, he did; how could he not? Gert spoke with such passion, and he loved the way her eyes darkened in her determination. She was a force to be reckoned with - if only she could see that herself.

After a while, Chase decided while the passion was intoxicating, it probably was not a good thing to let her continue to be this worked up with her anxiety issues already swirling in her head.

“Gert,” he interrupted her softly. “Babe.”

Ready for a scolding, Chase’s relieved when Gert stopped mid-sentence and a fiery blush crept up her cheeks. “Sorry. I tend to go a little overboard.”

“Understatement of the year,” Chase joked with a fond smile. Now that she had stopped talking, the passion drained from her and she looked tired. She looked cute, but she was fighting to stay awake. Recalling his childhood of his mother calming him down after bouts with his father, he reached out and gently pulled her towards him.

Her skin was moist to the touch as he gave her a gentle kiss to her temple. A small frown pulled at his lips as his fingers found their way into her hair. Slowly he rubbed his fingertips over her scalp, lightly massaging through her hair. His earlier frown was replaced by a tiny prideful smile as he felt her muscles finally release the tension and a small sigh escaped her lips.

“You’ll get through this.” I’ll get you through this, he added silently.

“I hope so,” Gert whispered into his neck as she snuggled into him.

Chase’s other hand wrapped around her back, pulling her closer as his fingers rubbed circles between her shoulder blades. It was less than ten minutes (Chase counted) before the girl was peacefully sleeping for the time being.

[fallinfor-youreyes]

Make Sure I Don’t Run Away

Slight canon divergence where everyone gets their own room (from the start) and relationships take a little bit longer to become established because I am a firm believer that the 'before they get together' part of a relationship is one of the best and most interesting parts, and feel we were slightly robbed. On Ao3.

Her hands are shaking. Which if she’s being honest is not something really new. But she’s not sure if they are shaking because of all the shit currently going on in their lives, of because she’s standing outside of Chase Stein’s room, the echo of her single knock falling into the space around her.

She should leave. Turn around and walk back to her room and her dinosaur and build herself a nest out of musty blankets and dusty pillows and pretend she did not just knock on Chase’s door. Because if she pretends hard enough then she didn’t, and if she didn’t she still has time to turn around and disappear into that safe nest of things that are not hers, and protect herself from telling him all of things she’s been planning to say since the night of the dance.

Gert’s hands are still shaking, but she has a plan now, and a dinosaur who is very willing to cuddle with her, so she drops her hands from where they are waiting at the door and spins on her heel, because she did not knock, and he is not going to come to the door, and she is going to be home free in just a few steps-

“Gert?”

Of course he would open the door. Of course she actually knocked. Because Gert from 5 minutes ago had a plan that ended with her knocking on his door and finally talking about this, about whatever happened and how it was driving her out of her mind, and typically she is very good at her plans. She thinks them over and calculates them and the consequences, and Gert from 10 minutes ago saw knocking as a good plan.

Current Gert is suddenly very upset at Gert from 10 minutes ago, and her stupid positivity and optimism.

She turns, only slightly, enough that she can spot him in her peripheral which is where she wants him to stay. Any more of him would send her already overburdened brain into overdrive.

“Sorry! I was just going to ask if you possibly had an extra pillow for Old Lace. But I remembered I saw one hiding beneath my bed, so I’ll be on my way. Night!” She waves at him over her shoulder, and then turns back toward the dark hallway, the one that will lead her to her room in under a minute if she speed walks.

“Gert,” he says her name again, this time more a sigh than a question, all too similar to the way he said her name when her hands found the buckle of his belt, and her entire body heats up ten thousand degrees, and she does not need this right now. Gert from 10 minutes ago did not factor this into the plan.

She turns to him, slowly, because walking away from him after he said her name like that would probably leave her with too many questions later. She sees him in her peripheral again but keeps turning, because once she’s started she can’t stop. It’s like when she kissed him. It’s like the small crack in the dam that shatters after weeks of rain (or in her case, 6 years of stupid feelings and stupid thoughts and a stupid heart that just would not quit him), and floods an entire city

He’s wearing that shirt with the chopped up sleeves, which give his arms way too much credit, and a pair of sweats that she’s never seen before, and he’s looking at her with that kicked puppy look that he used to use when they were kids. That look that means he’s upset, but he doesn’t know what to say. That look that means he wants to talk to her, but he’s afraid to mess it up.

She hates that she knows that look.

“Hi.” She says, curling her arms around herself, hiding herself from whatever is going to come next.

She messed them up before they even became a them, the dumb voice in her head telling her to shut him out instead of let him in because letting him in would mean getting hurt again. And she hates giving anyone that power. There’s only so many times she can let herself get hurt by those she cares about before it starts to becomes too much.

He chews on the bottom of his lip and it does nothing to calm the fire building in her stomach.

“I have an extra pillow. Do you want to come in and see if it works?”

It’s a simple question. A lie she can see right through. A lie to answer her lie, and for some reason it makes her smile.

“Sure.” She brushes past him into his room like she has a plan, like she is in control, but then she sees his bed and completely stops short.

Which results in his running straight into her, both of them stumbling until he steadies himself with his hands on her hips, and Gert has decided handling this is never going to happen.

It’s just a bed. They didn’t need a bed when they had sex a few weeks ago, so the sight of the bed should not be causing her cheeks to heat up, but they are. His hands, large and warm on her hips, are not helping.

She steps out of his reach, and picks the closest corner of the bed to balance herself on. Chase is still standing where he bumped into her, staring at the space between them.

It’s awkward.

She hates it.

She hates that all of this is because of stupid kiss and teenage hormones and the end of the world.

“So,” Gert swings her legs and looks anywhere but at Chase. Because he’s crossed his arms now, and those sleeves are a danger to womankind. And mankind. And all of human kind if she’s being honest.  “About that pillow?”

Chase laughs, and for a second, the tension in the room dissipates, and maybe just maybe, Gert thinks the whole having sex and then not really talking about the sex thing didn’t ruin this, didn’t ruin them completely. But then he finally turns his eyes on her, and her chest closes up, and all she can think about are his lips and his hands, and ‘one time thing’, and her mind is racing way to fast again.

“I don’t think you came here to find a pillow for Old Lace.” He takes a cautionary step forward, and when she doesn’t retreat he continues until he slips onto the bed next to her, not close enough to touch, but definitely close enough for her to feel his warmth. “Mainly because I’ve seen your room and I’m pretty sure you have already commandeered all of the free pillows.”

“Old Lace likes to be comfortable.” She says in defense, ready for quick come backs and verbal sparring, anything other than actually talking about what she wants to talk to him about. Anything other than the fact that she lied and really really wants to kiss him again.

And anything would be better than what they have been doing, which is mainly ignoring each other, or Gert staring at him long enough without knowing what to say that Molly has to punch her arm.

She wants to go back to them. To teasing quips and Chase’s defenses, and annoyed eye rolling, and casual hand touching, and conversations with just their eyes.

But that’s gone now because of something as silly as sex, that she definitely did not regret, and she wants them back. She wants him back. Chase Stein, dumb lacrosse star by day, secret engineering genius by night.

“Think she got that from you.” He nudges her shoulder and she she has to physically stop herself from jumping at the contact.

“I mean, technically, my parents made both of us, so maybe it runs in the family.”

It’s an accident, bringing up her parents but now she’s thinking about Dale and Stacey, and their homemade bran bars and how apparently they are also serial killers, and how she’s 16 and dealing with her feelings about a boy should be one of her biggest problems at the moment but it is so far from the truth.

“Not that I’m saying my parents reproduced a dinosaur, or that I am part dinosaur. Oh my god, am I part dinosaur? Is that why I’m connected with Old Lace?” She’s rambling. She knows she’s rambling, but maybe being part dinosaur would be easier than actually talking to Chase.

His hand drops to her knee, and her brain pushes all of it’s power to that single spot of contact.

“Gert.” He says her name again, like it’s half way between a prayer and sigh, and she hates it, because it makes her feel things she has been trying very hard to not feel. They are on the run, and the world is probably ending, and her parents are horrible people, and having feelings for Chase, or giving into her feelings for Chase, or doing just about anything with Chase just adds another level of shit to their new ever growing pile.

She doesn’t mean to flinch. She’s been thinking too much and her brain feels raw and exposed, and the way he says her name makes her think of dimmed lights and shuddered breathes and desperate hands.

His hand retracts, and he scoots over a few inches, and it’s incredibly thoughtful and perceptive of him, but it’s not what she wants.

“No, wait.” She grabs his hand, and all of the past tense Gert’s are cheering while present Gert is sort of trying not to throw up.

“It’s just,” she takes a deep breath and turns toward him, “We had sex.”

Chase’s eye brows almost disappear into his hair line, but he doesn’t say anything. Just watches her with his stupidly beautiful eyes, and runs his thumb over her knuckles in a way that is almost disarmingly comforting.

“And I don’t want that to make it awkward between us. But it has. And I lied. And I’ve been off my meds since we ran away, so everything it’s just a little bit too loud right now. And I thought it would be a good idea to talk about it. Because I couldn’t sleep. Because I kept thinking about your hands.” She tries to swallow the last part before it leaves her mouth but its too late.

But Chase doesn’t retreat. His thumb still runs over her knuckles and he give her those soft, soft eyes that make her insides turn to goo.

“What do you want?”

The words cut into her racing thoughts like a shot. In all her made up scenarios, he never asked that. She was expecting a quip about lacrosse or him to just shrug it off and tell her more about the fistagons. She wanted to lay out her thoughts and move on, leap over the hedge of ‘talk it out after the whole sleeping together thing’ so things can be smoothed out and get back to worrying about things like murder parents and how to dumpster dive.

“What?” She asks, because it’s the only word she can currently come up with.

Chase shrugs. “You said you don’t want it to be awkward between us. So what is it that you want?”

She’s searching his eyes because she knows what she wants, but she doesn’t know if she can handle it right now. Doesn’t know what he wants, what he’s feeling.

“I want to be friends.” She says, and she instantly feels like she’s sabotaging herself again, but she doesn’t know where he stands, and doesn’t want to make the awkward reappear because she can’t get her heart under control.

Something flashes in Chase’s eyes too fast for her to catch, and then she’s opening her big mouth before she can stop herself.

“What do you want?” She realizes she sort of sounds like a petulant child, but she doesn’t care. they’ve made it this far, and she’s the only one who’s really been talking.

Chase sighs and drops her hand so he can push his hair back, silently scooting and extra inch away from her again.

“I want to be friends too. So much. I like being your friend. It’s just,” he’s staring at his hands instead of her, and she can almost physically see his brain working on the right words to say. “Every time I look at you, or think about you, I just see you in the slip dress, which I’m pretty sure is haunting my dreams, and I realized I’m basically objectifying you which is wrong of me, and I need to work that out. Because it’s not fair to you. And it makes me feel like an asshole. I don’t want to be avoiding you, and I don’t want this to be awkward, but god Gert, that dress.”

She doesn’t mean to, but she breaks out into a smile, because he’s been thinking about her. But more than that, he’s been listening to her rants and speeches and her ideas, and that might even be better than anything else.

“That’s okay,” she says, probably too loud and too eager, her movement bringing her closer to him. “Because you’re aware of it. And actively trying to fix it. And totally not being an asshole at all. And if it makes you feel any better, sometimes I think about you with your shirt off. Have you seen your abs? I don’t think I understand how they are humanly possible.”

He’s smiling now, which is good. Gert likes it when he smiles. His entire face brightens, and he gets even more attractive somehow.

“So friends,” he says, tucking a loose piece of her hair behind her ear. “Who sometimes think about each other in potnetially compromising ways.”

“And who know each other’s O faces.”

She immediately wants to punch herself in the mouth, and squeezes her eyes shut so she doesn’t have to see his reaction. But she can feel his hand resting at the base of her neck, and hers is resting on his knee, and they literally just agreed to be friends but all she can think about is kissing him.

Gert slowly opens her eyes and he’s staring right at her, a mix between kicked puppy and hopeful.

They are close. Close as they have been since the dance.

Close enough that if she angles her head just slightly, they would be with in kissing distance.

Chase glances at her lips, and then then his eyes dip to her collar before scanning their way back to to her eyes.

She licks her lips.

His mouth is soft and solid against hers, and he wraps his free hand around her waist, and then suddenly they are vertical. They’ve done this once, rushed and hurried in the back room of the dance venue without a lock on the door, but she’s memorized the way his hands follows the line of her spine, and how he kisses her with feeling, with purpose, like this is something they’ve been leading up to for eternities.

She pulls back when his hand tangles with the bottom of her sweater. She’s breathless and feels like she might be on fire. Chase’s eyes are wide and his cheeks are pink, and she wants to kiss him forever.

But she can’t.

“This okay?” He asks, his hand frozen at the edge of her shirt, not moving until she gives the okay. And he’s so good. Respectful and adoring, and willing to do what she wants, and she can’t do this.

Not when they are on the run and tomorrow isn’t guaranteed and their parents may be in a murderous cult, and she hasn’t had a proper shower in way too long, and she has to be worried about surviving, about hiding, about Molly, about her dinosaur, about her friends.

She can’t add possibly dating Chase Stein into the mix. No matter how much she wants too. No matter how much her heart aches when she thinks of leaving when she knows where his hands could be in the next few minutes. When she knows she could just say yes, things are great and go back to kissing him.

For once in her life, she wants to do what her heart tells her, not her mind. But for possibly the first time in her life, doing that could be catastrophic. And they’ve had enough catastrophe for a life time.

“I don’t think I can handle anything more than friends at the current moment.” She says, more of a whisper than words, but he’s close enough that he hears her.

Something flashes over his face, but it’s gone in an instant, and his hand disappears from her waist and lightly dances along her cheek.

“I’m good with friends.”

Something tugs at her heart, and she presses her forehead against his. “What about friends who on occasion kiss each other because they need to get their sexual frustration out of their systems.”

“Whatever definition of friends you are comfortable with.” He smiles at her, and catches her mouth again, softer this time, without the tension from before. “Dating is so heteronormative anyway.”

“Do you even know what that means?” She asks, laughing.

“Not really. But you sounded really passionate about it when you said it.” Chase shakes his head, but he’s smiling, and she’s smiling, and for a few minutes, her brain isn’t screaming about what’s wrong with the world.

“I can explain it to you.” She promises, but Gert’s pushing herself off the bed and away from him. “Another time. I have a dinosaur in desperate need of a pillow”

Chase’s hand looks like it’s going to reach out to her, but he drops it back to his side. “Wouldn’t want Old Lace to get angry with me, now would we.”

Gert shakes her head and curls her arms around herself, much like she did early in the evening, but she’s not hiding anymore. She’s cold from the sudden lack of Chase Stein around her. But he’s smiling at her. Wide and dimpled and his mouth is still slightly bruised, and his cheeks are still a little red, and she really needs to leave before she climbs back on top of him and takes back everything she said about being just friends.

“Good night, Chase.” She says instead, forcing her feet to move toward the door.

“Night, Gert.”

She loves how he says her name. Like it holds millions of possibilities and tomorrows and forevers. Like it is everything in the universe.

She’s smiling like an idiot when she slips back into her room. Old Lace raises her head in question, but Gert just pats her head before collapsing on the bed.

She’s stupid happy. Comfortable. Possibly a little bit in love.

Old Lace nudges her knee and Gert stuffs her face into her pillow, replaying the good parts of the night over and over in her head.

Her hands have stopped shaking.

[adoringpessimism]

Ummmmm...... where are my domestic gertchase fics.

I WANNA PRETEND EVERYTHING IS OK. OK?

[behappyitsemmalie]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Runaways (TV 2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Chase Stein/Gertrude Yorkes, Karolina Dean/Gertrude Yorkes Characters: Gertrude Yorkes, Chase Stein, Karolina Dean, Molly Hayes | Molly Hernandez, Alex Wilder (Marvel), Nico Minoru Additional Tags: the pregnancy au i've been wanting, but no one was writing it, so I wrote it, gert's anxiety in code red, gertchase cuddles and good ol fashioned lovin', and a baby, that looks like chase and acts like gert, Teen Pregnancy, pregnancy while on the run, takes a village to raise a kid right? Summary:

Gert looked down at the stick. Pregnant. Terrified doesn't begin to describe it. Will the baby be a welcomed addition to the hostel? Or will things go south very quickly?

WHAT????? I UPDATED???? Crazy i know😅 

[taxesdeathtrouble]

There’s a myth that couples that kiss when they reach the top of a ferris wheel will stay together forever….but i obviously don’t believe that stuff….obviously—for gertchase? gert absolutely definitely doesn't believe that and chase is a total romantic who does?

“Hey, let’s go on the ferris wheel!”

Chase has dragged her to the fair with pleas of ‘going on a real date for once’ and ‘it’s in every romantic movie, ever, haven’t you always wanted to be a cliche?’ and those damn puppy dog eyes that could probably get him out of being arrested for murder. And it’s fun, so far. He bought her cotton candy, and Gert won him one of those giant stuffed teddy bears on only her third try, thank you very much. Chase named it Albert, which is an adorably silly name for a neon blue teddy bear that smells faintly of fairground popcorn.

“Babe, you hate heights.” Profusely. He won’t even go on hikes through the mountains with her and Karolina.

He blushes a little, and Gert wonders what he’s planning. “Well, kind of, but come on! It’s a ferris wheel, haven’t you always wanted to go on a ferris wheel?” She’s been on ferris wheels. he knows this. Seriously, what is he planning?

“Chase, are you insinuating that you’ve never been on a ferris wheel before?”

“What? No, I’ve- actually, uh, sure, I’ve never been on a ferris wheel before. Never, in my life, have I been on a ferris wheel.” He is so obviously blatantly lying that it makes Gert want to laugh. 

“Are you sure? Because you don’t seem sure.” 

His face is red, but Gert is pretty positive it’s got a lot less to do with the hot California sun and more to do with whatever scheme he’s cooked up. To be honest, though, she can’t find anything particularly wrong with him scheming, because it’s probably also going to be something dumb and romantic that she’ll scoff at in the moment then think about for hours when she gets home.

Chase splutters, and Gert rolls her eyes goodnaturedly. “okay, come on, we’re getting on the ferris wheel.”

His face lights up as she drags him by the hand to the empty queue, and they use up a few tickets to get on almost immediately.

The ferris wheel is slow, more a very big kiddie ride than anything, and about halfway up Chase says, nervous as a soccer mom watching her kid’s big game of the season, “Hey, um, have you ever heard that saying about ferris wheels?”

She crooks an eyebrow and leans in a little. “I don’t know, maybe. Wanna remind me?”

“Well,” he murmurs, close enough that she can feel his breath on her summer-warm skin, “they say that if you kiss someone at the top of a ferris wheel, it’s good luck for their relationship. And it’s not as if I believe it, or whatever,” he blusters, voice still quiet, “it’s totally just crazy mumbo jumbo, but-”

It’s then that they reach the top of the ferris wheel, and it’s then that Gert cuts him off with a kiss. He tastes like cotton candy and sunshine, and Gert thinks, this is what it’s like to be in love.

[findafight]

BET. 2, 3, 9, and 17.

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2. What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?

Hmmm probably Tennessee Ham and Strawberry Jam for stranger things because I love Sue and Claudia being besties, and Rain and Stars (short atla cossover with KotOR) or A Song They Sing (Of Their Home) (star wars clone wars)[this one I haven't looked at in a while but did like it at the time and would like to either continue the series or edit this? idk I had a plan two years ago!] for a couple other fandoms?

3. What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

bruh. so many!!! there's a few robickie ones, Probably the Starbara fic [I guess I've STARTED it tho] hehe, or Salon Days! (it's post s2 Steve and El bonding!) plus a few of my tumblr drabbles I wanted to expand. And also finish In the Middle of the Night (a runaways gertchase fic!)

9. What’s your favourite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

ohhh idk if I'd say favourite, but definitely two I'm proud of are both from Starfish on the Beach

Quietly, to the teapot, Mrs. Buckley says "I don't think she'll ever recover from this."

Neither does Eddie.

and the scene where Robin yells at Mr. Harrington. I love angry Robin.

17. Are there any writers and/or stories that you consider an influence?

ooooof. idk? there's definitely stories or fics that do inspire me, like I love multimedia fics and I hope to maybe write one oneday? and obviously other fics I love, but I wouldn't say any are a direct influence? I'm sure I have been influenced by everything I've read but nothing I can pinpoint as something I've specifically though "Oh, I want to write like that!" but there's so many talented writers out there! Idk I like having my own unique writing voice and try to hone that!

[nekoannie-chan]

Frappuccino

Frappuccino

Title: Frappuccino.

Fandom: Marvel, Runaways.

Ship: GertChase.

Word count: 100 words.

Square: G1 “Spilling a drink on a stranger.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: An unexpected mission.

Major Tags: Spilling a drink.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Pair Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

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Chase and Gert walked hand in hand through the bustling streets.

They entered a cafeteria; Chase approached the counter while Gert chose a table by the window. After a few minutes, Chase returned with two Frappuccinos. 

As they chatted, Gert noticed something unusual. A man was holding a small briefcase. His demeanor was suspicious and he kept glancing at his watch.

"Chase," Gert whispered, discreetly pointing at him.

Gert stood up and pretended to stumble just as she passed the man causing him to stand up abruptly.

Meanwhile, Chase discreetly walked over to the briefcase and picked up the USB.

[simplylove101]

Chapters: 1/1 

Words: 9,193

Fandom: Runaways (TV 2017) 

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Relationships: Chase Stein/Gertrude Yorkes 

Characters: Chase Stein, Gertrude Yorkes 

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this one is a ride lol

Summary: Companion piece to 'hell is the journey, but it brought me heaven' but written in Chase's pov. It's Chase's turn to wait to hear from MIT and he reflects back on the past year and his relationship with Gert.

Link to hell is the journey

[yorkesteins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Runaways (TV 2017) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chase Stein/Gertrude Yorkes Characters: Chase Stein, Gertrude Yorkes Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Post-Canon, I Love You, Fluff Series: Part 8 of the war is over and we are beginning Summary:

It takes a few hours after after sending Morgan le Fey back to hell and their parents back to Brentwood for Gert to realize she forgot to tell Chase she loves him.

3x10 missing scene.

[tryalittlejoytomorrow]

and tell me what we've gotta do to make right out of my wrongs

Fandom: Marvel’s Runaways

Pairing: Chase Stein/Gert Yorkes

Summary: It's a weird feeling - coming back from the dead.

Extract:

Her heart collides painfully with her ribcage. Gert wants to pull at her hair, peel her own skin, whatever it takes to shed the panic attack she feels coming. At her side Chase straightens, half-sits up, alert, worried - everything she did not want him to be. She wants him soft, and warm, and relaxed, around her, over her. Inside her.

That's it. She needs endorphins and oxytocin.

Chase cups her cheek, amusement shining in his still hazy eyes. "I'm not having sex with you to distract you from your anxiety, Gert."

The heat that flares in her cheeks is the worst thing ever. "What? I said it out loud? Shit. Shit."

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