Runaways fic: Check Yes, Juliet (Chase/Gert)
Title: Check Yes, Juliet
Author: chash
Fandom: Runaways
Pairing: Chase/Gert
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 568 words.
Summary: During issue 18 of season one; Chase muses on getting himself a girlfriend.
Notes: For gaisce, who is, more than Supernatural ever will be, my forever girl.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
Chase has never been really a smooth guy.
At school, he didn't have to be smooth. He could get girls to make out with him at parties, and if he didn't get girlfriends, that was fine. Chase was of the belief that committed relationships--even with girls--were kind of gay. So he'd do hookups and if he never all the way lost his virginity? Big deal. He could fudge enough details that the guys thought he was slick and the girls thought he was an asshole player.
It's not an ideal life, but totally honestly?
Chase sucks with girls.
He can't do candlelit dinners or anything like that. He doesn't know about wining and dining--he knows about beering and leering. That's the extent of Chase's skills with women, and apparently that's not actually a turn-on for most people.
Gert isn't the kind of girl he's supposed to like, which makes him like her more. After all, he realizes (after he kisses her, naturally; the idea never occurred to him until then), Gert's not the kind of girl who wants to be wooed. Gert is the kind of girl who'd kick his ass if he brought her flowers and chocolate. And then she'd probably talk about feminism and the patriarchy, and Chase would just watch her, because the girls Chase used to date? They never cared about shit. Gert gets this gleam in her eye like she wants to make a difference, and it's the most beautiful thing Chase has ever seen. The girls he always used to make out with were hot, sure, but they were kind of vapid, and boringly bitchy. Gert's, like, a jerk, and she doesn't care who knows it. She judges the shit out of people.
But she's not--the difference is, Gert wears her bitchiness right on her face, and deep-down she's a good person, a great person. The kind of person Chase wishes he could be. And Chase will take that over a bitch who pretends to be nice any day of the week.
And he'll take Gert, he realizes, over anyone else.
So he really kind of desperately needs her for a girlfriend. Like, more than he's never needed anything else.
Unfortunately, he hasn't talked to her in, like, months. With the stupid Avengers getting them and all that shit. And Chase knows enough about girls to know that all girls--even girls like Gert--get pissed when guys don't call for, like, a week. Let alone months.
So Chase needs to do something epic.
Flowers and chocolate are clearly out.
A card is fucking lame.
He could give money to some charity that supported kicking stupid people's asses, but he's broke and he doesn't think that charity exists.
Then, he remembers the dinosaur.
Chase, well, he can't deny the utter coolness of dating a chick who has a dinosaur. And Gert loves the dinosaur and has some kind of weird psychic connection with it, which might mean if he dates Gert, he's dating a dinosaur by proxy, which is pretty awesome too.
But she's got to have her dinosaur for that to work out.
Nothing, Chase thinks, says sorry like stealing a girl's dinosaur from a government facility.
So it turns out Chase really is smooth; he was just waiting for the right girl to appreciate him.
All he needs is one dinosaur and he's so fucking in.
Author: chash
Fandom: Runaways
Pairing: Chase/Gert
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 568 words.
Summary: During issue 18 of season one; Chase muses on getting himself a girlfriend.
Notes: For gaisce, who is, more than Supernatural ever will be, my forever girl.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
Chase has never been really a smooth guy.
At school, he didn't have to be smooth. He could get girls to make out with him at parties, and if he didn't get girlfriends, that was fine. Chase was of the belief that committed relationships--even with girls--were kind of gay. So he'd do hookups and if he never all the way lost his virginity? Big deal. He could fudge enough details that the guys thought he was slick and the girls thought he was an asshole player.
It's not an ideal life, but totally honestly?
Chase sucks with girls.
He can't do candlelit dinners or anything like that. He doesn't know about wining and dining--he knows about beering and leering. That's the extent of Chase's skills with women, and apparently that's not actually a turn-on for most people.
Gert isn't the kind of girl he's supposed to like, which makes him like her more. After all, he realizes (after he kisses her, naturally; the idea never occurred to him until then), Gert's not the kind of girl who wants to be wooed. Gert is the kind of girl who'd kick his ass if he brought her flowers and chocolate. And then she'd probably talk about feminism and the patriarchy, and Chase would just watch her, because the girls Chase used to date? They never cared about shit. Gert gets this gleam in her eye like she wants to make a difference, and it's the most beautiful thing Chase has ever seen. The girls he always used to make out with were hot, sure, but they were kind of vapid, and boringly bitchy. Gert's, like, a jerk, and she doesn't care who knows it. She judges the shit out of people.
But she's not--the difference is, Gert wears her bitchiness right on her face, and deep-down she's a good person, a great person. The kind of person Chase wishes he could be. And Chase will take that over a bitch who pretends to be nice any day of the week.
And he'll take Gert, he realizes, over anyone else.
So he really kind of desperately needs her for a girlfriend. Like, more than he's never needed anything else.
Unfortunately, he hasn't talked to her in, like, months. With the stupid Avengers getting them and all that shit. And Chase knows enough about girls to know that all girls--even girls like Gert--get pissed when guys don't call for, like, a week. Let alone months.
So Chase needs to do something epic.
Flowers and chocolate are clearly out.
A card is fucking lame.
He could give money to some charity that supported kicking stupid people's asses, but he's broke and he doesn't think that charity exists.
Then, he remembers the dinosaur.
Chase, well, he can't deny the utter coolness of dating a chick who has a dinosaur. And Gert loves the dinosaur and has some kind of weird psychic connection with it, which might mean if he dates Gert, he's dating a dinosaur by proxy, which is pretty awesome too.
But she's got to have her dinosaur for that to work out.
Nothing, Chase thinks, says sorry like stealing a girl's dinosaur from a government facility.
So it turns out Chase really is smooth; he was just waiting for the right girl to appreciate him.
All he needs is one dinosaur and he's so fucking in.