#Boss x Gat

[crimescrimson]

Johnny Gat + The Boss: Personal Distance Before and After Aisha's Death

[and-its-with-one-l-bitch]

"Damn it, Johnny, let me—"

[lexi-does]

Had these guys rotating in my mind for the last week fr

Miss them something fierce 😔🤲

[putosekahel]

Tb sketch of Johnny Gat and my OC Kiro (The Boss) lmaoooo

[nrtrnwnd]

i… NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE LMAO

[masschase]

M-A-T-T-M-I-L-L-E-R

I finally commissioned @whoredmode 😊

There was a stunned silence, his eyes searching her as if he was still trying to process. She gave him a hopeful smile. God, if he somehow rejected her after all of this, she was going to run straight into the simulation and shoot everything up for a month.

I just can't stop staring at it. This is exactly how I pictured this moment in my head. Amazing job, thank you so much Ted.

Full context and excerpt below. But TLDR... Casey decided to give an a more accurate answer to Matt and Shaundi's questions at the start of GOOH.

To set the context, after the whole Matt-getting-shot-love confession thing(I wrote about that in an ask answer here), Asha appears in 2016 after Casey in 2022 remembers and sends her(though not before having to be physically restrained from going to rescue him herself and risking erasure from existence), and manages to jump Matt back to the ship in time for the Zin to treat him.

They put him in a medically induced coma which is supposed to last up to 48 hours but ends up roughly double that as Zin estimates for that kind of thing tend to be off. But (once she's gone after the perpetrator, who unfortunately gets away for now due to her heel snapping at an inoppurtune moment) she barely leaves his side until he wakes.

When he does though, after they talk for a while she asks if they want to go back to "what we were doin' in 2016" and he looks like he's struggling with it but turns her down, saying he can't go through that again and that their friendship is too important to him. This throws her. She's crushed and leaves in rather a hurry.

When she relays this conversation later, Asha points out she made it sound like she was interested in another "sex only" arrangement, and that if she really wants to be with Matt she's going to have to make a very clear statement that she's looking for an actual relationship. Possibly even be romantic. Johnny, having talked to Matt after Casey did, is pretty mad at her for not just telling him how she feels when she knows he loves her.

Jane helps her talk through things and when she admits that she's not surw which version of her Matt's love confession relates to, even though she knows it makes no sense for it to be the younger her. She told Jane her feelings for Matt must have started to develop since she came back from hell; with her making Matt her lieutenant and the two of them spending more time together. Jane tells her she believes Matt has had some form of attachment to her since at least that time, because of the question he asked the Ouija board at Kinzie's party.

From that comes her idea. That, and the candles she happened to think he looked so beautiful in two weeks ago when they were cuddled up together during a powercut. She also makes pecan pie because she found out in 2016 it was his favorite, and it's the only thing she can cook, and sets Last Dance to come on at precisely 8pm. She is throwing everything at the wall here.

So it's no surprise that around 7.45, Ms. "I-don't-get-nervous" finds herself waiting by the couch they spend every Friday night on, growing incredibly nervous.

God she hoped he was going to show up. He’d better fucking show up. She shouldn’t have come down here so early. She was fucking pacing. Maybe she should’ve worn something sexy, not her usual spacesuit. Maybe she should have gotten some booze to loosen them both up first. She couldn’t do this. No, she could. She had to. Ugh it was all stupid. No it wasn’t. He’d love it. He’d turn her down again. FUCK. She took a second to try and stop overthinking and just breathe. When she opened her eyes, he was just coming around the corner, hands awkwardly tucked behind his back much as hers were. “Hey!” she greeted. “Alright?” he replied, smiling, then stopped in his tracks. “Bloody hell, that’s a lot of candles.” She nodded. “Yeah, kinda.” She had dotted them all around the couch. At least three times as many as when they’d cuddled up together there two weeks ago. Thank god they were flameless; she could barely be trusted with fire inside the simulation, let alone outside of it. Looking around her reminded her she had gone too far to turn back. Looking at his beautiful face in the candlelight reminded her that she didn’t want to. “Are we... expecting another power cut?” “Uh... no... uh... hey, are you... feeling ok?” she checked. “Should you be standing?” “Actually it feels nice to stand for a sec. And the Zin physio is fantastic.” “Lucky you.” she commented, remembering her own unpleasant post-coma recovery. “Oh I... I didn’t mean to be insensitive.” “No... it’s OK...”. She smiled. “I’m... I’m glad they were able to fix you up so fast.” “Yeah.” he said, sounding unusually awkward. “I um... I didn’t see you at dinner.” “Oh...” she replied. “Yeah.”. It was true, she'd been so preoccupied by what she was doing that she hadn't eaten since Shaundi had brought her lunch to Matt’s bedside. Actually she’d barely eaten anything for the past few days. “It’s OK.” “Oh... well... I um... I got you something.” She looked at him, intrigued. He was kind of making her more nervous here by making him wait but she’d be damned if she ruined it. He smiled and pulled out a Freckle Bitch’s bag. “You don’t have to share if you don’t want to, though.” “Matty, that’s so sweet!” she exclaimed, a smile lighting up her own face too. “You’re... you’re always so nice to me.” “And um...” he said awkwardly. “I... wanted to thank you for... everything you've done and you said no-one had ever really bought you flowers before so um...” he pulled out a small bouquet of white roses. “They um... reminded me of your hair and...” he glanced down at them. “I don’t know.” He’d bought her food and flowers. The most ridiculous grin spread over her face. It took all her strength not to run across the room and kiss him. But she was in the middle of something, so instead she lingered awkwardly. “So, Nyte Blayde?” he checked, taking a step towards her. “I’m guessing you only watched one last week so we’re on-“ “One second.” she blurted out, interrupting him and halting his advance across the room. He frowned ever so slightly. “Everything alright?” “Yeah, I uh... just want to talk to you about somethin’.” “Oh... ok?” “Uh...” she gave him a nervous smile. “Matty, you uh... you remember that Ouija board you brought to Kinzie's party?” she asked gently. “Um... the one that led to you being dragged into a massive portal into Hell?” he replied, grimacing. “Hard to forget something like that.” “Yeah... that one.” she confirmed. “Do you remember... how all that shit happened?” “Um... I think so...”. He stared at her, obviously trying to work out her intentions. “Are you about to finally make me take the blame?” She laughed a little. “No. Just wondering if you still remember what you asked it.” “Oh... um... yeah.” he said, looking confused. “I asked um... “Will the President slash God-Emperor-for-life, ever choose a partner to reign alongside them?””

She hesitated. Was she really going to do this? This was fucking lame. But she'd made the damn thing now. She pulled out the shitty fake Ouija board she’d drawn on a piece of card, and the bracelet Johnny had leant her. She held it up for him to read, and slid the bracelet to ‘Yes.’. His face turned from slight confusion to utter bemusement. “And then you said...”. She rolled her eyes as she continued, imitating his sing-song tone. “Someone’s gettin' married!” “Right.” he laughed, looking embarrassed. “And you said “Shut up Matt.”” “Can you blame me?” she asked with a smile. And then uh... Shaundi said... uh...” They both paused for a second, thinking. “She asked it... um...” Matt said nervously, then looked her straight in the eyes. “Who will... tame the Emperor’s... wild heart?” She paused, staring back at him. She angled the board a little so she could see what she was doing, and slid the bracelet across it to spell “M-A-T-T-M-I-L-L-E-R.”. There was a stunned silence, his eyes searching her as if he was still trying to process. She gave him a hopeful smile. God, if he somehow rejected her after all of this, she was going to run straight into the simulation and shoot everything up for a month. “I just want to check this means... what I think it means?” he asked, sounding apprehensive. “I wanna be with you, Matt. More than anything.” she admitted. “If you want somethin’... like... a real... relationship... y’know... whatever that... would be...” she added in a mumble. He seemed to freeze up completely at that, his eyes wide, his mouth a little open. She wanted to beg him to say something, anything, but the silence forced her to continue. “And look... I uh...” she sighed. “I'm never gonna be able to give you the romance you deserve because I��m shit at talkin’ about my feelings and... I know I’m thirty-one now, and I’m kinda an asshole, and I’m sure not as cool as I used to be but y’know, I really think-“ She was interrupted as he walked straight up to her, threw his arms around her and kissed her passionately, dropping both the bag and the roses onto the couch behind her. She brought both arms up around his neck as she returned the kiss, the badly homemade Ouija board crumpling and falling and the bracelet clattering to the floor. It had been so long since she’d felt him kiss her like this. Like he fucking adored her.

(Which is the moment I drew here.)

Thanks to some creative use of Casey's obsession with Jane Austen on Matt's part, she was able to overcome her issues and confess her love for him that night, too.

Of course, the Freckle Bitch's was ruined after being dropped so suddenly, and the roses got left on the couch overnight.

But unsurprisingly, neither of them gave a shit about that.

[reddenedrust]

Just Agent Gat holding his Ultor Executive/Club-Owning Wife! (In the AOM universe I like to think that Roxxi keeps her hold over Ultor and also runs Purgatory with Aisha, Shaundi and Viola!

[theodorequartz]

[ His Companion ] Hazbin Hotel Various x Male Reader

Chapter 4: A Matter Of Time

You walked in a path of shadows, darkness completely surrounding you. You've been walking for ages. Yet you didn't feel tired.

How long has it been?

Why are you here?

Where are you?

Where are you going?

Why is everything so dark and empty?

You can't see anything ...you can't hear anything. Not even the sounds of your footsteps or breathing. Where you even breathing?

You stopped.

A little ball of light appeared right in front of you.

It looked so delicate.

So pure.

You raised your hand to touch the little glowing ball of light. Caressing it, a sting was felt deep inside you.

No.. it's more of like .. a pull. A sharp pull in your chest telling you to do something. But what?

Your body didn't seem like yours anymore as it moved on its own as if to form the light. Forming it into something...

...

...

......

" M/n? Honey?"

" Ah.. Asmodeus.., Apologies , I was.. thinking. "

* Sigh* " Well, don't think too hard babe. It's not good to overthink. "

You sighed softly and smiled up at him.

" Yes Azz. I'll try not to. "

Asmodeus looked at you with a soft gaze, almost the same as he looked at Fizzarolli. He put a hand on your shoulder.

" Hun, whenever you need help, just remember that we're here for you. "

Your smile widened slightly and placed your hand on his, nodding.

Then, Fizzarolli suddenly came to the door, laughing and bouncing everywhere.

" I won! I won again! " Fizz said with a joyful exclamation. You smiled at the adorable sight. You came up to him and patted his head.

" Good job. You're always great at what you do Fizz. "

" Yes, great job as always love. " Asmodeus praised his secret lover with a fond look. He's happy that the two most important people in his life get along so well. The only thing missing is that...

Asmodeus looked at you and sighed quietly to himself.

Meanwhile, Fizz blushed at the praises and giggled, hugging you close to him with his long robotic arms. His long arms circling around your form.

The scene warmed Asmodeus heart with one of pure love. He was about to join the hug when a ringing suddenly went out from your pocket.

Immediately, you carefully let yourself free from Fizz's hug and took out your ringing phone. You put it close to your ear and walked a bit further away from the both of them.

Asmodeus and Fizz looked at each other with hidden messages only they understand. They looked black at you. They could only hear bits of pieces of what you were saying.

" ..... Yes........ I'll be there........ Of course...... I'm on my way. Yes, goodbye." * Beep*

They looked at you for an explanation, in which they don't need. It's probably your 'boss' calling you to get you back to work. They didn't know who this boss was as you never told them.

You smiled somberly at them.

" Sorry guys... I need to go." You said with an apologetic voice.

Asmodeus sighed and Fizz's arms hanged in his sides in disappointment at you leaving so early.

" It's alright. We understand." Asmo said with a reassuring tone.

" Yea! We hope you visit again soon!" Fizz added as he jumped at Asmodeus shoulders and waved enthusiastically at you with a wide grin.

You smiled softly and went up to them to pat Fizz's head and caress Asmo's fur.

" Of course, I'll visit again. That's a promise." You said as you let go and started to gat ready to leave.

You looked back at them and waved back as they waved at you from their position.

* Sigh* "... Ozz?"

" Don't worry Fizz. We'll have him soon."

________

You walked to a dark alleyway somewhere in the lust ring and disappeared in the shadows. You appeared at the other end of the alley, which is another supposed to be alleyway with a dead end in pride ring.

You fixed your attire and started to blend in the crowd. It proved to be quite hard as you attract a lot of demos from your gorgeous looks alone. You also have quite a figure.

Most of all, you were Vox's beloved assistant, which is already a big deal.

You were walking towards the V-tech establishment. You could feel eyes everywhere. The cameras. They all seem to be faced at you.

Yet you were unfazed as you kept walking with elegant strides. You kept your hands in your back and your chin up, and most importantly, keep a smile on your face. Just like your lord has thought you.

You entered the facility in a calm manner and walked to the elevator. It automatically went to your desired location without a button being pressed, as if it knows where you were supposed to go.

You could feel the lens of the camera in the elevator zoom at your figure.

The door of the elevator opened, revealing a very spacious room filled with many different shades of the color of blue. There's a path towards the middle in which numerous monitors could be seen, which are the only source of light in the dark room. Though your most favorite are the mechanical sharks swimming in the air just bellow them. Fortunately, the sharks like you as much.

You walked towards the tall chair in the middle of the room, the monitors glitched a bit as your footsteps neared.

The chair spun around, revealing one of the most fearsome overlord down in hell, and one of the Three Vee's.

Vox.

His grin widened as he saw you near him, his eyes squinting in delight.

" M/n! How are you this fine day?" Vox laughed as he stood up from his seat and walked towards you with his arms wide open.

" Sir Vox." You slightly sighed with a fond smile as he hugged you. You hugged back in return, patting his back lightly.

" I've been doing well. Thank you, sir. But is there any reason for your sudden call? Is there an emergency? " You asked with a worried voice as you pulled away from the hug and looked at his screen where his eyes are located.

" Are you hurt anywhere? " You asked holding back from shouting in panick. You held his shoulders and looked for any signs of injuries on his body.

Vox smiled at your actions and chuckled fondly.

" My, you worry too much. That's what I like about you." He said with genuine adoration in his voice.

" But I'm okay, I just wanted to see you, my cute little assistant~" He said, caressing the side of your face.

You huffed softly and smiled, nuzzling in his hand. You then halfheartedly shoved his arm away from your face and looked at him in mock annoyance. Furrowing your brows and squinting your eyes slightly, your arms crossed over your chest, and your lips in a small frown.

" Well, if that's the case.. you just ruined my visit of a friend. I missed them a lot too. Do you know how hard it is to go to one circle to another?"

Vox held back a fond chuckle and held your waist, guiding both of you out of the spacious room. You smiled as you let him guide you.

" I'll pay you back, don't worry. Now how about you get yourself ready. We're going to be meeting you the others."

" Anything you say, Sir Vox." You nodded obediently.

Going to your own room that Vox had made for you, you showered and cleaned yourself thoroughly. You scrubbed the side of your face which Vox had touched. Sigh. Alastor wouldn't like this.

But ...

You held out your hand. Blue sparks emitted from your palm and fingers.

You smiled. It's only a matter of time.

You then sighed as you recalled something. Once your lord show's himself in public again, he would absolutely humiliate Vox in front of every demon in hell.

You went out of the bathroom and put on your clothes. Walking out of the room, you were assisted opening n where you were supposed to meet. Halting in front of a large room, you nodded at the imp that had assisted you politely and raised your fist to knock softly on the door.

" Sir Vox? This is M/n."

A delighted voice that didn't come from Vox's voice enthusiastically accepted your presence from the inside.

The door opened and you were greeted with an exited Velvet and a smirking Valentino. Vox was behind them, smiling at your arrival.

Behind you, your hand emitted a small mint blue spark, a hot pink mist and a velvety swirl. They twirled and danced between your fingers.

It's only a matter of time.

______

Alastor's eyes turned to dials and he clenched his staff in irritation.

The way this fucking mediocre video podcast is holding his darling in such an intimate way is pissing him off. Oh if he could only-

He stopped his malicious thoughts as you signaled something to him.

He hummed. It's good to know that his darling is still focused and aware of his eyes. However....

He glared deadly at the TV demon and started chuckling maniacally. Radio statics and ringing filled the dark room.

It's only a matter of time...

[drabbletron]

ENTIRE Golden Boy (Trailbreaker x Reader) Draft/Outline thing

PART 2

Chapter break: shift change Eventually he ends up getting moved since his patrols start taking too long because he’s stopping to chat with you (there’s some small conflict with red alert and fort max tells him they’ll just have to move his shift to somewhere he can actually focus. He gets upset (he feels that they don’t think he’s doing a good job, but really they tell him that he’s late for his checkpoints and his rounds are taking too long. 30-40 min late for a check in one too many times. At first it was ok when it was 5 min or maybe even 10 min, but when the 15-20 min mark started creeping around, they got suspicious. And then when the next person would comm him and he would say he’s on the way but still be an additional 10-15 min late they had to move him. Ultra Magnus suggested a night in the brig, but Fort Max had seen the way you two were when he’d catch you in the bar and came up with the idea of just moving his patrol to a different floor. He didn’t know that your boss also wanted to change your shift because you were showing up late to work, tired as all hell. He didn’t run it by you and just moved you. Woth all the craziness that happens on the ship they can’t be too careful with the security, and you being vital to the success of interspecies relations they want you to be the top of your game.) and the tow of you end up meeting later on that week (he says that maybe the two of you can go get a drink together as this is his last patrol on your floor) to have drinks where he mentions this (You of course feel bad that your company has led to him losing his favorite patrol route. He tells you that you’re the reason that it was his favorite route and you blush, trying to hide it with drinking your drink. You suggest that maybe you guys could just make time to hang out regularly. He’s glad for that and you both toast to it.) which leads to you reaching out to him to just hang out for the sake of maintaining friendship. This is how you invite him to come over and watch a scary movie, (The moment the monster does a cheap jump scare is the moment he activates a panic bubble. You’re surprised at what happened and when you turn to see him making that face you lose it and bust out laughing. He however shrinks down into himself and you apologize. You’d never met someone so jumpy, but it really wasn’t that big of a deal. then he gats scared and pops a panic bubble. He’s so very embarrassed that this could happen because of a silly movie, but Of course you don’t mind and you joke with him that it’ll protect you from all the monsters in the movie. He of course smiles bashfully at that.]).

[crimescrimson]

Every Single GatBoss Moment Recorded [12/14]: Saints Row IV (2013)

[and-its-with-one-l-bitch]

i want to see . johnnytito flowers. NAOW!!!!!!!

ALL DONE, EAT UP 👇

[casualblacklight]

I've drawn this already a while ago and finally got myself to share it here too 👉👈

I'm totally lost in BG3 currently and my BG3 Boss x Gat is on my mind 24/7 🥺💜

First made Gat into the Guardian but I sadly got spoilered and decides Playa and Gat get a different story to share in their BG3 verse 🥰

And they still get purple colour every here and there 🥺👉👈 And Playa with burn scars aii 💜

[trailingthecosmos]

Salutations, wonderful reader(s). I have a couple of names you can use; Saturn/Satty, Sapphire/Sapphy, and Sea! My pronouns are Elle/They/Them.

I want to write again, and possibly make new friends! I haven't written in over four years, meaning if the sentences don't make much sense writing tips/suggestions are welcomed!

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Fandoms!

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Elder Scrolls; Oblivion

Boku No Hero Academia

Borderlands

Elder Scrolls; Skyrim

Baldurs Gate 3

Black Ops (Zombies storyline only)

Mlp (Infections/Cupcakes/Rainbows)

Dead By Daylight

Hetalia

Mortal Kombat

Resident Evil (BIG hyperfixation rn)

The Wolf Among Us

Saints Row/2/3/4/Gat Out of Hell/Reboot

(I'll add more later on, I'm sure these aren't all the fandoms I like.)

I will also write up OCS I wouldn't mind taking requests for, along with writing prompts!

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Boundaries

I will not write Incest/Pedophilic themes. 18+ only.

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I will not write for noncon/r@pe. I find this triggering and genuinely horrible.

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Oh! And! If a character is ASEXUAL/AROMANTIC, I will NOT write them in sexual or romantic scenarios.

Do not pressure me, or relentlessly ask me to write any of the before listed themes.

Acceptable Themes!

Smut/Nsfw/Lemons are welcomed requests!

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Angst

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[onlyinyourdreams404]

Flowers for your, Girlfriend? Penelope x GN!Reader

Just some fluff to cheer y'all up as most of us are burned out and ready for summer break (In my case I have to wait till next Thursday)

You walk into the office with flowers, you thought you were alone in the office but it turns out that, that wasn't the case. you start walking towards Penelope's office. you are smiling from ear to ear. you walk past the small kitchen/coffee station in the office and are stopped in your tracks. you back up a bit to see Aaron Hotchner there, looking at you, in a questioning gaze. "Who are those for?" he asks you. you start to panic, you don't know what to say. "Y/N? Who are those for?" he gives you a look of wonder. "Penelope..." you say softly, almost inaudible. "Who?" he asked again. "Penelope!" you say louder, still embarrassed due to the fact that your boss just caught you bringing in flowers for your girlfriend. 'although,' you thought, ' he doesn't know that she is my girlfriend, I could say they are out of courtesy' you start to feel better. "I just thought she could use some to cheer her up seeing as she hates to look over our cases especially if they are quite gruesome." he looks at you, squinting his eyes. THATS when you begin to panic. 'what is he finds out? Would he tell us to break up because we are co-workers?' you are panicking more, so you just look at the flowers to help calm you down. you can feel his eyes on you. "Ok" he says taking a sip of his coffee. As he walks away, you let out a sigh of relief. you calm yourself down and start walking towards Penelope's office. You open the door and place the flowers right in front of her monitors. you turn and search for a pad of paper and a pen. you open a couple of drawers and find a pen and a sticky note pad. you write on the sticky note, "For you, my lovebird" you place the sticky note right in front of the vase. you walk out of there, smiling. you head to your desk to get some work done. around an hour later, the rest of the team starts filing in the door laughing and a couple having coffee cups. you smile and you see Penelope come in the door and get even happier. she looks straight at you and smiles, blushing a bit. the other team members notice y'all staring gat each other and smiling. they start "ooh"-ing and you and Penelope start blushing more, Penelope lightly hitting them telling them to stop. you think to yourself, 'how did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend like her?'

you wait after work for her to leave her office. you are standing there, looking at all the portraits on the wall. you hear the door open and turn to see Penelope holding the flowers you gave her that morning. you smile and take her hand and kiss the back of her hand. she smiles, giggling. you hold her hand, intertwining your fingers and start walking towards the elevator. you suddenly hear foot steps behind you and quickly let go of Penelope's hand, giving her a look of 'someone is coming up behind us.'. Aaron greets you guys "good evening you guys." he says in his usual tone. all three of you get in the elevator as the doors open. you three are standing there, being awkward. Hotch says something first. "I know you guys are dating, and I'm ok with it." you and Penelope both let out a breath you guys didn't notice you were holding. "Thank god, I'm sorry Hotch, we didn't mean to keep it from you. we just didn't know how to bring it up." you say apologetically. "yea! and we didn't know how you or the rest of the team would react. we are sorry sir.." Penelope adds, looking down. she grabs your hand and intertwines y'all's fingers. "Its ok. Don't worry about it anymore" he says, giving you guys a small smile. The elevator reaches its destination and y'all walk out and out of the building, say your "Good Night's" and such. You and Penelope walk to your car. Y'all get in the car and get situated. you grab Penelope's hand and hold it. You lean in for a kiss, and Penelope closes the gap. You can taste her Strawberry flavored Chapstick. "I love you my lovebird" you say. "I love you too my sugar cube" she says in response. You both smile and head home. you both agree, that was a good day, and that y'all should tell the rest of the team.

[masschase]

20 FOR CASEY

Touching prompts- still taking!

20. bandaging/stitching up an injury

OK, so since a pairing wasn't specified here, this was the perfect oppurtunity to do something I'd already wanted to do and rework a piece to form a part of the Ultor AU-AU that me and @whoredmode have been working on. For more on the basics behind this AU check out Teddy's original version of this AU. Credit to him for the general differences that define this universe as well as other details mentioned such as Johnny and Aisha's son's name and I'm sure a few other bits. The key difference here is that Casey is also around in this version; having been a part of with the Westside Rollerz from 2004-2006, doing jobs for The Brotherhood up until 2011 and then the Saints when they re-form under Johnny, eventually joining them for good as part of the altered Brotherhood questline and taking over as Boss in SRTT.

The piece I originally wrote already had this trope in it (it's one of my faves!) and was originally going to be the setup to a GatBoss fic that we would find at the end was the night before the start of Saints Row 3. However, in this AU Aisha is still alive (as is Carlos as you'll see in the fic) so the attraction is very much one-sided. But hey, delicious angst!

Fandom: Saints Row

Universe: Ultor AU AU (we'll give it a real name eventually! 😅)

Pairing: Boss OC Cassandra "Casey" Clark x Johnny Gat (one-sided), Johnny Gat x Aisha (offscreen)

Synopsis: When a robbery goes wrong, it's obviously going to lead to an argument. 2895 words, set just before the start of SRTT.

The atmosphere was strained as they got out of the car and ran down to the crib, shutting the door firmly behind them. Neither of them liked running away; it always hurt their pride. The silence that hung between the two of them in the tiny studio only heightened the tension. Shaundi and Pierce were at the Penthouse Loft having the huge party they'd arranged as a distraction. The assisting homies had fled to Purgatory. But the cops were on Casey and Johnny, and it had taken some time to get enough distance to finally lose them by ducking into the Red Light Loft.

Casey plopped down on the sole comfy chair, sucking in a loud hiss of a breath now she didn’t have to hide the pain, resting her bleeding arm in her lap. In front of Johnny she felt she could at least show a little vulnerability. “Bandage my arm.” she ordered flatly, holding it up show him the wound.

“You’re fine.” her best friend responded, perching on the arm of the chair beside her and giving it only a cursory glance. “You made it this far without bleedin’ out, didn’t ya?”

She turned her head to him quickly, mildly offended. “What? You know the rules, Johnny. You caused this shit, you fuckin’ patch me up.”. It was a good excuse, but there was probably a little more to it than that. He was the only one who bound it tight enough. The only one she trusted to do it right.

“Oh yeah? I didn't tell you to punch through a fuckin’ window, Boss.” he replied sarcastically. Johnny was still very much the leader of the Saints, reluctant as he often seemed to hold that position. That said, ever since his son was born, he’d taken somewhat of a step back. Shaundi had recently been busy focusing on sobering up, Pierce always had shoots and tv appearances taking up his time, and Carlos still didn’t feel confident to lead, so Casey had been the one to step up. She’d been doing enough behind the scenes by that point that it didn’t even make much of a difference.

“I wrapped my hand.” she insisted. She’d thrown her jacket around it to punch into the car window but she’d still managed to cut her forearm on the way back out. Better than a bullet in the head. “No fuckin’ way were we gonna get away otherwise. Not after you started shootin’ up the place.”

“Thought that was the fuckin’ point.” Johnny complained. “What, you wanted to go round givin’ out cookies or some shit?”

She sighed exasperatedly. “Johnny, we said we'd start round the left side and take ‘em out one by one.” she reminded him. “Then at the last minute you suddenly go for the guy right in the middle of the store?”

“I told you, he was lookin’ at me funny.” he insisted.

“Funny how many guys seem to fuckin’ look at you funny Johnny!” she snapped in return. If it was a one off, then perhaps she wouldn't think much of it. But not only had it been a rather frequent occurence lately, but this shit really wasn’t going to fly when they had a big bank heist planned.

“Look, I don’t see the problem in doin’ this shit like we used to.” Gat pointed out. His jaw was a little clenched though, like he wasn’t telling the full story.

“I just think when you’re reppin’ a fuckin’ brand, you try a little harder to remain professional.” she complained, standing back up, pushing her hair off her face and walking over to the kitchen area to rinse her arm in the sink.

There was a pause, like he was processing that. He turned slightly on the arm of the chair. “Man, when’d you start fallin’ for all this “professional” shit?” he complained, getting up and taking a couple of steps in the same direction, arms crossed suspiciously.

“Maybe since it got us street gang of the fuckin’ year?” she replied, a combination of defensive and just a little smug. It was just a stupid magazine award but still it was something, some kind of mark of status. She wouldn’t usually care about that kind of thing. But she couldn’t deny that it was the one thing that had most undermined her credibility in Sharp’s eyes years back; way more than the money. She fumbled through the cabinets and managed to locate a bandage.

“That’s what it’s about, huh? You gettin’ to parade the Saints around like a fuckin’ prized poodle?” he asked.

She snorted even through her annoyance, turning back to him, leaning back against the counter. He made no secret of the fact he didn’t like the direction they were going, but at the end of the day, if he wasn’t fucking there, it wasn’t his call to make. “Please, you know if the Saints were a dog we’d shit on the carpet and steal someone’s burger.” she retorted. She began attempting to wrap her arm pretty clumsily, being that it was her right one and she was right-handed.

“Then what?” he replied, his eyes trained far more on what she was doing than her face.

“Johnny, it’s everything that comes with the success. The money, the power, the fuckin’ women...?”. She hesitated. Obviously that one wasn’t really relevant for him. Not when he seemed almost sickeningly happy with Aisha. Still she pushed on with her point. “Man... none of that means anything to you?”

“You really think- holy shit, you’re drivin’ me crazy.” Johnny interrupted himself. He stepped closer and took the bandage from his best friend, starting again and applying it to her arm much more precisely to stem the bleeding, shaking his head at her.

“Not like I didn’t fuckin’ ask.” Casey muttered, hiding her relief. There was a moment of quiet as Johnny focused on the job, and she focused on him. His hands brushing her arm as he worked. His face considerably closer than usual. His attention on her, and her only. “Look... I just want what’s best for you guys...” she insisted in a softer tone. “The other three all seem to be doing better since we signed that damn contract, and you...”. There was an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach, but it didn’t change that she was happy for him. She was. “You got your perfect little family, right?” she said, giving him a slight smile as she looked up at him.

He didn’t smile back, but something within his eyes brightened at the mention of them, something she found so nice to have trained in her direction, even for just a moment. “So this is you playin’ hero, huh?” he mused with interest and a little scepticism. “You doin’ all this for us?”

She blinked at him, not knowing exactly what he meant by that. “What the hell else would it be for?” she asked curiously.

He tied up the bandage, but kept his hand under her arm, supporting it. “What about you, Case?” he asked, that same mystifying tone to his words. Like he was insinuating something. “The hell do you want?”.

Something about the fact it was Johnny asking her that made her so uncomfortable. Because there were a lot of accurate answers to that question, but the most obvious one was something she’d recently admitted to herself, could probably admit to Shaundi or Pierce... but not to him, never to him. But the way it made it feel like he was teasing the answer out of her? God, it made that feeling in her stomach all the worse because it felt nicer, lighter, hopeful when she knew it really couldn’t be. “What do you think I want?” she asked, shifting her shoulders slightly.

He released her right arm slowly, leaving her to bring her left one up to support it. It wasn’t as gentle as it could have been, but for Gat, it seemed pretty gentle. She guessed the moment couldn’t last forever. “C’mon, Case. I know what this is.”. He said, rolling his eyes slightly. “You got the lifestyle you think you deserve, without having to run home to daddy.”

That shocked her a little. “You don’t know shit about my parents Johnny.” she pointed out. No matter how much they bonded, she never let it go that far back. Suffice to say she hadn’t seen her father since she was 3 years old at most. Thanks to her mom, neither did she have a home to run to.

“We know you were with the Rollerz.” he pointed out. “Don’t take a genius to fill in the gaps.”. He folded his arms. “What, you get tired of tryna piss ‘em off, decide to go clean?”

She hated that not only was he assuming things of her that were completely untrue, which she was pretty sure everyone had been doing since the moment she joined, but it felt like he was actually mocking her for it. “That’s what you think of me?” she asked, mentally clutching at her injured feelings the same way she was clutching at her hurt arm.

“That’s what everyone thinks of you, Case.” he informed her, like it was nothing. “But I think somethin’ else, too.”. His mouth finally broke into an ever-so slight smirk. “I think deep down... you love this shit.”

That expression, not to mention the hint or solidarity, threatened to draw her in like a moth to a flame, and she hated it. “You love this shit.” she replied defensively. “I just do what I gotta do, Johnny.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his tone still amused. “And what makes you feel more powerful? Drinkin’ champagne in the VIP section of a fancy restaurant...?”. He came right up to her and stared her down. “Or when a guy twice your size is standin’ in front of you and you hold out your pistol and pop him between the eyes?”

She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the dizzying proximity, but she drew a sharp intake of breath as she stared back at him. She swallowed, not knowing how to respond to that.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.” he said smugly, stepping back and then turning to walk away.

“Hey!” she replied, affronted from the sudden release from overwhelmed to abandoned. “Don’t you fuckin’ walk away when I’m talkin’ to you!”

He turned back, but he still looked amused. “Well, I know you ain’t gonna admit I’m right, so what’s the point?” he asked flippantly.

She emitted another angry sigh. “OK, fine Johnny!” she replied. “I fuckin’ love...”. It was weird actually saying it. Coming face to face with the weight of what they did on a regular basis. “...killing people.”. She lowered her voice to a mutter. “Especially with you.”. She didn't really remember it being this way before though. She’d been in the gang life a good ten years now but since she started working with Johnny... she'd began to lose her head a little. She had to rectify it, here and now. “But we gotta stick to the plan, y’know?"

“Jesus..." he said in a low voice of realisation. "You sound like fuckin’ Dex.”

Casey didn’t know Dex, not really, not like Johnny did. But the comparison to someone she knew her friend hated, that stung. She wasn't afraid of him though. “Well then maybe Dex had a point.” she challenged.

Johnny's anger broke more openly on his face at that. “Do you even hear yaself?” he responded, tapping his index finger against his temple and nearing her once more. “You’ve really got it into your head that you’re right, don’tcha?” he accused, the volume of his voice beginning to crescendo. “You’ve bought into this shit so bad you’ll say anything, anything to support your bullshit!”

“Johnny... no-one else seems to have a problem with this shit except for you.” she pointed out, her tone rising to meet his.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, what, I'm supposed to be real happy that we're fuckin’ corporate sellouts?” he practically yelled back.

“You're supposed to be happy that we don't have to engage in stupid little turf wars just to survive!”. She couldn’t help but step closer, dangerously close to getting right in his face right now. “You're supposed to be happy we have food on the fuckin’ table and aren't getting shot at 24/7!”

"I AM HAPPY!” he shouted right in her face, although he certainly didn’t sound it, so he paused, then spoke a little more slowly so he could clarify, his tone still dripping with bile. “I’m happy when I’m at home with Eesh, and Tye, and every second, every fuckin’ second I’m away from ‘em I just wanna get this shit over and done with and get back to ‘em! How do you not understand that?”

“Oh, ok, ok, I get it!” she snapped back, finally getting the sudden impatience. It was very much fighting fire with fire now; once one of them started it was hard for either of them to back down. Him throwing his happiness in her face, as a reason to endanger both their lives no less, only stoked it. “Jesus I always knew you were violent but I never realised you could be this self-destructive.”

“Yeah well I never knew you could be such a stuck up bitch!” he snapped.

"JOHNNY!" she yelled. "UGH, I just... I swear, sometimes I just wanna...”. She reached for her pistol but her hand squeezed itself tight before she could even near the holster.

“Just what?” he taunted viciously to her unfinished sentence. “Just what, Case? What, you gonna fuckin’ shoot me? No you ain't, so just-“

His words were interrupted as she grabbed his face and her lips crashed up against his in a pretty violent fashion. All of that which she had held inside for so long, all of that which she didn’t even fully understand herself, suddenly violently erupting. The culmination of so much she’d held back, only to last for less than a second as Johnny pushed her away roughly, taking several steps back from her in shock, almost tripping over the chair.

“Woah, woah, what the fuck, Case?!!!” he exclaimed, staring at her both confused and completely horrified. She meanwhile, was frozen, no idea what to say after doing... that. Her mouth opened but no explanation came. “You... like me?” he assessed disapprovingly, staring at her almost like she was a complete stranger. Like everything had changed. She hated it.

“Well not right now...” she muttered flatly.

Johnny gritted his teeth, eyes still boring into her, shaking his head. “Trust you to give a fuckin’ bullshit answer to that, Case.” he replied. “Cause I fuckin’ know you.” he responded, pointing a finger at her in accusation. “I fuckin’ know if you just wanted to fuck me you’d have tried somethin' sooner." He paused. "So I figure this has gotta be more than that.”

She was silenced once again, because that was such a loaded statement. No matter what the exact nature of her feelings, she would never have tried to make something happen with him, never. It made it feel like he was boiling her down to nothing but her promiscuity based on this one mistake. At the same time... his conclusion that this was more than just lust was probably entirely true. “Look, Johnny...” she began.

“You realise I have a wife and a son?” he interrupted before she could even get any further.

Every single thing he said felt like he was twisting the knife. “I know, I fuckin’ know that, alright!” she replied, her tone oddly pleading. “Look I tried to ignore it, every time I thought about it I fuckin’ ignored it Johnny because... I don't even want more than we got. This is what I want." she said, flicking her finger between them. "And you know I love Aisha and I love Tye and-“

“Every time?” he interrupted, the rest clearly not placating him right now. “Just how long you been feeling like this?

Another tense silence. She couldn’t even answer that. She knew it hadn’t been that long since she'd actually realised. Maybe a month or two, and she’d spent the whole time beating herself up about it. But how long it had actually been going on for? She’d spent too long in denial to say. “I don’t know.” she said truthfully.

He stared at her again, shaking his head in disappointment. “Bullshit.” he said flatly. “Bull. Shit.”. Barely looking at her anymore, he headed for the door again, unlocking it quickly. He paused, not even looking at her this time, gritting his teeth and shaking his head again. “Y’know I really thought you were my best friend.” he said darkly, before slamming the door behind him, Casey flinching slightly at the noise in the state she was in.

“I am!” she shouted back with as much conviction as she could muster, but there was no way he was going to hear her. She stood there for a moment, left hand gripping tight around her bandage, making the wound sting. Then she walked back over to sit in the chair and put her head in her hands, squeezing her eyes shut tight. No way, no fucking way was she going to cry over some guy.

But the weight of her mistake came crashing over her like a tidal wave. Johnny wasn’t just some guy. He was some guy who could destroy every single one of her friendships, friendships that had already had a rocky start due to her past allegiances. He was some guy who could topple whatever semblance of a career she considered herself to have. But above all, he was some guy whose sudden absence from her life was liable to completely destroy her.

It was too late though. She’d already set it in motion. “...I was.” she corrected in quiet realisation.

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Heyy its me agean

IM BACK soww now i gat to make my main caracter for my game (HELP) ANYWAY i also made a map the s is where you stary and the big X is where the finele boss battle is the map looks way bigger that that intentet so maybe i wil make a smaller one in the futre. Also its like 12PM where i live and im tired so srry for al the typos and stuf

EDIT i stil want to put some things like houses and mountens and stuf to make it feel more alife but agean ITS 00:15 WHERE I LIFE help