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ind. sel. gert yorkes from marvel's runaways. loved by amanda. DASH ONLY. 

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riverbeauties < CHASE >‌:

He wanted to keep working, his fistigons were malfunctioning after all and without them he was useless to the team, but he had witnessed his dad tinkering away all night too many times to think that staying up much longer would do much good. “Yeah, you’re right, just give me a couple more minutes and I’ll take a break.”

“ by that do you mean five minutes or five hours? “    she asks, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently.    “ i’m not leaving this garage without y’know, “   she warns, but softly. chase makes her soft. and she isn’t aware if that is a good thing or a bad thing. especially with everything going on.   “ i’ll make it worth your while. “

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@riverbeauties

              “ chase, hey. you’ve been working on those things all night. give it a rest, huh? “

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@alwaysxtrying

“ molly, i’m trying. i hardly know how to act human let alone be a big sister. i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you. “

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             i need new muse for gert so like for a starter!

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@hereisthelie

wow, this woman talks. everytime gert thinks she can get a word out, the doctor keeps on blabbing her mouth, about things that really gert could care less about. it was slightly endearing, but mostly troublesome. she’s been feeling ill for a while, she just wants to get her pills and go before her parents find out that she went here.    “ i would if you’d stop spilling your beans. in a purely metaphorical sense, since we both know you don’t do puke. “    a beat.    “ i ran out of my zoloft. i just need some more. can you do that or not? “

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send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

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hereisthelie‌ < CHASE >:

he wholeheartedly agrees with her, as usual.    chase kind of hates that he never saw it as much before.   OF COURSE all of his friends were attractive and/or beautiful in their own way… chase feel for the brain too.    inside and out, he checks yes on any boxes mentioning gert.   if they never walked into the HORRIBLE SACRIFICE THAT NIGHT maybe he could have found gert in another way.    they could have done CLICHE high school things. ( that gert would just hate anyway. )      but now they live in a weird underground hostel together.        he’s always believed that life will work the way it’s supposed do.   these are just the THINGS THAT HAVE TO HAPPEN to make us who we are.   “no need to apologize, babe.   i hear you.      it’s hard enough to take you on  DATE when we’re broke let alone when we’re fugitives or when our parents are trying to kill us again but…   i believe we’ll get our chance for everything.   we just have to do what we have to do now so we can get go that good part. “    he doesn’t like the way he’s worded that.   “ not that this part isn’t good.  so far my love for you has solved a lot of my problems.   i think things are gunna be more than good.    we’re SMART. “

maybe she had dreamed of having a life with him by her side, a long time before they found out their parents were psycho. and maybe she had scolded herself for it. but not now. now she didn’t have to dream, because he was here, even though if they’re not in the place or circumstances that she had hoped. but he’s right, and his optimism helps balance out her own pessimism. their lives are strange, and she is scared of what happens when the first thing goes wrong, as if a million things hadn’t gone wrong before now. still, she listens to him and she wonders how he makes everything sound so romantic, and how she doesn’t hate everything romantic suddenly.    “ who’s to say i won’t be taking you on a date? “    she jokes softly, eyes wide as she searches his for a response, before anxiety sets in and makes her cast them down, ruining everything as it usually does. but maybe she needs that, because her cheeks flush, and she wants to hide that embarrassing reaction. she’s practically speechless. she’s soothed by his gentle, honest words, and she hadn’t felt utter faith like this from anyone but maybe molly like once or twice.    “ you .. make me feel things, chase stein. “    she announces, looking up and shaking her head twice.   “ i don’t know if my feelings have solved any problems, but they sure make me want to try a whole lot harder to beat all this. for you. and molls. and lace. you’re definitely in my top 5 people right now. “

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* soft family things

‘ i love you so, so much. ’

‘ stop putting your head down in my house. you know my rule. it’s all love and all pride in this house. ’

‘ lost things have a way of turning up. ’

‘ watch your mouth. ’

‘ not so fast. you still have some vegetables left. ’

‘ very funny. ’

‘ i think you’re due for a haircut. ’

‘ come on. bedtime. ’

‘ and when were you going to tell me? ’

‘ i’m glad you came into my life. ’

‘ you were talking in your sleep. ’

‘ come here. i’ll fix it. ’

‘ this show sucks. ’

‘ mom/dad, can we go home now? ’

‘ you forgot something. ’

‘ can we stay like this for a little while? it’s nice. ’

‘ hot chocolate helps. and good company. ’

‘ you’ll feel better once you take your medicine and have a nap. ’

‘ close your eyes. it’s a surprise. ’

‘ it’s good to have you home. ’

‘ i’m not angry with you, just disappointed. ’

‘ your shoe’s untied. ’

‘ i missed this. ’

‘ hey, hey. sit down. deep breaths. ’

‘ will you tuck me in? ’

‘ go to your room and stay there until you’ve calmed down. ’

‘ i heard crying. i got worried. ’

‘ don’t use that tone with me. ’

‘ well, i love you more. ’

‘ just focus on my voice. that’s it. you’re okay. we’re okay. ’

‘ this movie is too scary. turn it off. ’

‘ how long have you been sick? ’

‘ don’t play with your food. ’

‘ i’ll stay right here until you fall asleep. ’

‘ don’t even think about going outside without your coat. ’

‘ i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. ’

‘ you can pick the story tonight. ’

‘ everyone needs somebody. we got each other. ’

‘ you call that a hug? ’

‘ i was the same way when i was your age. ’

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fistigone‌ < CHASE >:

he tries very hard not to let his mind wander to what nico and karolina might be doing, but when she says it out loud it’s a lot harder to ignore. he’s trying very hard to be good, but that image is- well, it’s a very good once. “ as much as i would love to talk about nico and karolina’s sex life, maybe we should talk about something- anything else. ” because he’s trying very hard to be good. though maybe mentioning that like that paints him as just another one of those guys. and he’s also trying very hard not to be one of those guys. he prepares himself for an earful all the same. 

he looks down at her as she mentions how much he matters to her- to the team as a whole and he gives her a small smile. yeah, okay, he’s semi-decent at babysitting old lace and he can drive and fix electronics and he has the fistigons- which are the most important thing about him in this team of superpowered weirdos that is their gang. their family. and he can hand the fistigons over to just about anyone and with a little practice they’ll be golden. so he’s not really that important in the grand scheme. it’s nice to hear that she thinks he matters, though. he kisses her forehead. “ yeah, i know how important i am, ” he says and it isn’t a lie. he knows him importance in the team. the fact that it’s in minus figures is neither here nor there,

boys. she lets out a half-snort, but not without a not-so-subtle roll of the eyes. of course he’d reply like that. and she can’t blame him. gert is a more physical person than most people know, and she’s also a bisexual person, so she can understand why the image of them could be ... intriguing ... and why chase doesn’t want to say anything that would get her upset or annoyed or insecure. but she’s not. somehow she’s confident that he wants her. although, she’s not sure what leads her to that confident opinion. maybe it’s the way he’s holding and looking at her this evening. most days since they consummated their feelings at the dance. she responds by merely flicking his chest and giving him a warning look, nothing more is needed or wanted at the moment. 

she’s not sure if she believes him. or at least she doesn’t believe that she can take his words at face value. and she gets it, if she’s right. it’s easy to have low self-esteems when your parents are narcissistic world-class minds. it instills this disjointed psyche into her brain, and maybe it’s similar to him. but at least she’s conveyed that he’s important to her, and that he’s not just an idiot. well, he is an idiot, but not in all ways, and he’s way more than just an idiot. he’s her person and her duty is to keep trying, even when she wants to give up on herself. he depended on her, just as molly and old lace did. she hopes. reaching over, she pulls one of the blankets over their intertwined bodies, nestling in more and getting comfortable.   “ maybe let’s just lay here. we don’t need to talk about anything. and yeah, i know. gert not talking? it must be a miracle. but really. “ 

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cont. >> @hereisthelie

maybe it was insensitive. hell, gert wasn’t too sensitive to other people’s feelings most of the time, yet she tried to be some champion for the disenfranchised. gert cared, she did, there was just so much going on with her. and maybe she didn’t want to go back completely to her old life. when she and him traded insults and motions of boredom. but they weren’t always like that. she was just scared.   “ i’m sorry. “   she apologizes. since when was she someone who apologized?    “ i just meant ... what happens when we don’t find enough food? or when lace gets too big? or if are parents find us? sometimes i miss going to clubs, and fighting with plastic bitches in the school yard. “    missing things looks better than fear. and she wants to be as strong as she can when her lack of medication makes her feel so weak.   “ love and friendship can’t solve all of our problems. “

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tornreality < NICO >‌:

She hit the nail on the head, causing her to avert the gaze upon Gert.  ❝ Karolina problems, ❞ she countered, teeth digging into her bottom lip. Karolina had the right to be mad at her, it hadn’t been Nico’s call to kill her father. She didn’t even know what she was doing, until she was standing there - her staff having penetrated through him.  ❝ She’s still kind of mad at me with the Jonah thing. ❞  With good reason.

“ your face didn’t really hide much. “   okay, but it wasn’t hard to guess either. come on. nico had killed the man who killed their friend, her sister, who just happened to be her girlfriend’s dad. and gert thought that she had issues. maybe they all did.    “ kinda mad is better than what i’d be, i think. “   she reasons, taking a bite of her apple.   “ then again, i’d wanna kill him, too. s’not your fault. anyone’s really. “   taking down the patriarchy, she thinks to herself. hah. 

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lightfxrged‌ < GRIFFIN >:

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   When it came to academics, Griffin wasn’t the smartest kid. He hadn’t been to school in years and had fallen severely behind on his studies. But when it came to street smarts? Griffin liked to think he had fairly good instincts. It was those same instincts that had him backing away when two women stopped their bus and tried to guide him on. At first, their tones were gentle and persuasive, but when Griffin continued to RESIST, they grew more forceful. A hand closing tight around his wrist was the last straw.

   Quickly breaking free of the grip, Griffin spun around and took off running. They called after him and Griffin hugged the side of the building as he made his escape, fingers trailing along the bricks as he turned down another alley only to crash full speed into someone in his path. He fell back and sprawled across the pavement. “Ohh… ow.” Calloused fingers reached back and held his head. “––my bad. Didn’t see you there.”

taking a walk, getting away form the others is something she needed. her head was too loud, and she could feel her heart rate increasing and increasing. the days with her medicine, and therapy, and family support were severely missed and underappreciated. if she could do it over again, well, she wouldn’t do much different, her parents were murderers, but she wishes they weren’t so she could spend more time with them. be a better daughter, maybe.

she already has a headache and it only increases when she hits the floor, knees scraped on the pavement of a poorly taken care of alley.    “ yeah, your bad! watch where you’re going, bucko. “   she spits back at him angrily.  that last thing she needed was to be in pain while she was away from old lace. poor girl is probably freaking out. she hoped the others could handle it. so she takes calming breaths, trying to will herself better so she could be better too. 

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bestdefender‌ <STARK>:

“first  captain  america,  then  his  wartime  buddy,  and  now  an  actual  dinosaur.  wow.  seems  like  the  world  has  a  lot  more  living  fossils  than  it  had  ten  years  ago."  tony  tucks  his  sunglasses  into  a  pocket,  though  the  perplexed  expression  remains.  there's  a  reasonable  distance  between  him  and  the  growling  dinosaur,  one  that  he's  more  than  happy  to  maintain,  and  he  shifts  his  gaze  to  gert  instead.  "and  you  said  she  listens  to  you?”

“ ha ha . “   the girl retorts in a clearly sarcastic tone. though, she’s quite impressed with herself for the time being. she was able to sass the tony stark. she knew what he was talking about with captain america, not so sure about this ‘wartime buddy’.   “ easy, lace. “   she commands the dinosaur, eyes still trained on the avenger.   “ yeah, she listens to me. we have a ... telepathic slash empathetic connection. “   but before he can get a word in, she continues speaking, worry deep down rising to the surface.   “ what is this about? the accords? i don’t have any powers. not really. so, none of that. “

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fistigone‌ < CHASE >:

he can’t have that, he can’t have her blaming herself for any of this, for saying the wrong thing. she should never be afraid to tell him that he’s out of line, that is not what he wants. so far from it, in fact. “ no, gert, you should tell me, you need to tell me when i’m out of line. ” he wishes so much that he wouldn’t need it, that he could control himself and she never needs to tell him that he’s doing something fucked up and scary ever again but he can’t make that promise and that twists in his gut like a knife. 

her hand touches his shoulder and he exhales another shaky breath, fingers curled into the sand under his palms, wrapped around the roots of the dune plants. there’s dirt worming under his nails and it’s grounding, but that’s mostly thanks to her hand. you aren’t like him she says like she has any idea what’s going on in his head. she looks at him and sees someone good and kind. of course she does, she would never have agreed to be anywhere near him if she knew how dark his mind really was, how deep the anger went. “ i’m not a good person, not really. ” but he doesn’t have the words to explain why and he knows she won’t take it on faith because somehow he’s already managed to trick her into caring about him. he isn’t really sure how that happened. she tells him they’ll work on his anger, make it better with therapy techniques and breathing or something. “ it’s- why i liked lacrosse so much. it’s a pretty violent sport if you hadn’t noticed. ” full contact sports, a punching bag, hours and hours of physical exercise every day. partly to make him less of a viable target for his father’s rage and partly to exhaust that own anger burning in his chest. 

she didn’t exactly regret saying something, she just wish she had used better words. sometimes she can be harsh, especially to the people that she loves. then again, she saw his anger, and she’s glad she said something. but it seems that in her attempts to comfort him, she isn’t doing a very good job. she doesn’t know what to say or do to make him see what she sees in him. to convince him that he isn’t a monster or something else. that he’s just very human. hell, she probably fucks up more than any of the runaways. she knows first hand what it’s like to do things you regret. but no matter that anger, no matter what chase felt, she knows it inside of her that he wouldn’t hurt her. maybe things that are inanimate. maybe even himself, but it’s not chase stein to lay hands on another woman. no matter if it was her or someone else. 

obviously disagreeing with him isn’t working. so she needs to do something else to get through to him. gert wasn’t docile, she wasn’t one to be told she was wrong and just give up. and if she learned anything in debate club it was to try different approaches, to keep going. sometimes it was impossible, but it felt like most things were no longer impossible. not when her sister had superhuman strength, her friend ( friend? ) was an alien, and she had a psychic connection with a dinosaur genetically engineered by her homicidal parents.    “ well -- neither am i. i try to pretend like i am, but aren’t we all just spoiled kids from brentwood? “    she asks with a small huff.    “ but all of this, makes me feel like maybe we can be better. i’ve seen it in you. and the others, too. i mean, just look at molly. out there playing vigilante. at least our parents haven’t tainted her. “    she lost her point somewhere in there.    “ my point is, i see good in you. despite the not good. you need a punching bag? we’ll find you one, or something. but i’m not going to give up because you hit a wall or whatever. it’s not too late. “    she just hopes at least something she says resonates. she prays that he won’t give up and resign himself to the darkness.