#srtt au

[a-f00lish-saint]

I’m so god damn tempted to make the ‘morningstar soldier-7’ my bosses half or even full sister for my SR rewrite/rework-

Because like- look at her! She looks so cute

Clara (pretty sure that’s her name lol) is pretty looking so I feel the need to do something with her for the plot soooo yah, maybe a double agent of some kind for the saints against the morningstar- idk let me just cook for a lil bit

[whoredmode]

the big anteros reference sheet. this is more specifically just for visual reference—if you want to know more about him personally, check out my pinned and/or ask me! i’m more than happy to talk about him or my canon or whatever

pre-sr1 and AU outfits under the cut, as a bonus

[kikidewynter]

viola’s nickname being the angel of death bc she always strikes from above

[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.

[casualblacklight]

Ok I need to write this down somewhere else or I'll go insane but I finally have a direction I want for my Fallout/Saints Row crossover qwq

I have so many wips for this crossover so maybe somebody wants read this to understand the weird stuff I'll post soon? idk? maybe? 😅 uhh

Also I like writing things down so why not...

Since I can't draw a full comic or anything close I might actually write down everything more detailed at some point or even write a FF but the vague idea is like this:

I'm gonna connect the story directly to SRIV.

Yeah ...SRIV. Not my fave part of the series but definitely the easiest way to connect both universes 👉👈

The Saints wanna use the time machine to make the destruction of earth never happen but some programming of the machine got really wrong and they end up in the Commonwealth 2287.

(I actually have an idea how it happened but too much to write for now)

Boss will wake up in Vault 111 and find Nate as the only Survivor but all of the other Saints seem to have disappeared.

Since Nate wants search for his son, Boss will 'join' him occasionally to search for his friends.

The story will practically be an altered FO4s story, with Boss travelling with Nate and during their journey Boss will find his friends that ended up in the different factions.

For example Gat got picked up by the Brotherhood of Steel. They liked his skills and gave him an opportunity to join. So Gat joined them to have better access to weapons and armour to also search for the other Saints.

Which fractions I'll gave to which Saint is something I'm still figuring out but I want to bring back some 'forgotten' Saints from earlier games since the travelling with the time-machine actually managed to bring some Saints back.

And I'm kinda happy about this idea, bcs that way I am able to give every Saint a own small story for this AU 👉👈

I honestly have also already an idea for an ending of the story as well and that will happen after FO4 story and return them all to the SR verse... ugh I can't wait to talk about it at some point.

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Also random side infos but since Boss and Nate are the mains of my AU I think alot about their relationship and they will definitely have some struggles getting along xD

Nate is canonly described with the patience of a Saint while Boss is definitely the other way around ...

...they end up arguing ... alot ... and some bad decisions will happen.

But then again I can see them getting along after all ... they probably happen to have deep talk when they can't sleep. Both have been through alot of shit and I just can see them talking about that and their past.

...

Also can't get rid of the idea of Boss calling Nate 'Mr. Dad' as some kind of mocking.

(I always used british Boss and in SRTT/IV he uses nicknames all the time... so yeah... felt right adding some fun stuff here and there too.)

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.... If you read through all of this. I LOVE YOU FOR THAT. THANK YOU ( ꒦ິ ³꒦ີ)

[megafreeman]

So, remember how I mentioned I'll do Saints Row reboot as a sequel to SRTT instead of a full reboot? Well I decided to make a whole list of what leads to the start of SRR. It serves more-so as a sequel to my unfinished fanfic Rose of Stilwater. Putting it under a read more cause its long.

First to establish the epilogue of Rose of Stilwater (which I won't even finish at this point lol). Its spoilers so don't read if you actually wanna hope I finish it one day. SPOILERS: Luchadores end up being selfish, Bloodhounds back off their partnership, Luchadores kill Anabelle, which triggers Bloodhounds allying with the Saints, after the Luchadores are defeated they became pretty much part of the Saints, as Saints ascent into a criminal empire approach similar to the Syndicate (basically Bloodhounds are what Luchadores are to Syndicate). Diesel, being a champion of Stilwater's Fight Club, gets offered by Lina to be Ultor's wrestling champion after they've been pestering her to start a wrestling career cause of the SRTT's Murderbrawl mission, and he moves to Steelport to manage his career from there, and runs Bloodhounds 2 from Saintfied Three Count, while Arron runs Bloodhounds 1 in Stilwater. Fuego betrays the Saints in favor for macho luchadores and ends up getting killed by hardened Rose at the end of the fic after learning how to be a proper ruthless leader. End spoiler.

Actual important details of epilogue: Saints become a criminal empire, getting split into Stilwater Saints and Steelport Saints. Stilwater Saints are led by SR1 Playa/SR2&TT Boss Lina after her return from Steelport adventures (who also runs THE empire, basically Saints Phillipe Loren), while Steelport Saints are lead by Viola after she proved to be trustworthy and capable leader in SRTT. Ryan leaves the Stilwater PD after realizing they don't care about the community and only care about filling reports, and that the Saints benefit the community a lot more.

Now actually stuff related to this AU

In 2016, after successfully stopping Cyrus' terrorist attack, Lina decided to run for President, she leaves the leadership of Stilwater Third Street Saints in Rose's hands after she proved herself in the fanfic.

In 2017, when Lina got inaugurated officially into White House, Rose took over the Saints full time and started running it with no limits.

Saints partnership with Ultor gets rocky as they ran out of stars to push Saints-Ultor Media group with. They wanted to make Rose into a star, but she refuses, breaking the cycle.

As Ultor are desperate trying to find new stars within the Saints, they slowly start becoming Ultor's moneypit as the profits starts stalling and a lot of projects had to be cancelled due to Lina's presidency.

They decide to instead hire Saints for a covert operation, they invite Rose to a meeting and ask her to sneak into their biggest rival's platoon, as they suspect that they have been stealing prototypes from them.

They specifically ask Rose because Ultor has been trying their hardest to stay clear from Santo Ileso after the 2001 union busting "accident". (I feel the need to note that this is an actual SRR canon) They needed an outsider, and nothing catchy for press to make headlines out of.

Ryan comes with Rose. He's bored of guard duty and wanted to see some action. He argues that he'd be great at it because of his experience as the undercover cop.

Ultor gives them fake identities with proper paperwork for them and a job to sneak into Marshall as their grunts. They are applied for their boot camp, which is where the two meet Sebastian and hit off with him.

They're provided housing by Ultor, where they're given an apartment suite in Poseidon's Palace in El Dorado, which is owned by one of Ultor's shell companies. (thought of this because Poseidon's is owned by Ultor in SR2, so this makes it a franchise owned by the same company)

This is where they story starts but here are a few more details. They get hired to work in the museum with Sebastian, but the whole security team gets laid off after the Hummingbird Codex is stolen. During the Networking mission, Sebastian reaches out to Ryan and Rose, who are desperately trying to figure out how to get back in Marshall without reporting their failure to Ultor (Saints-Ultor, and therefore Saints biggest moneymaker was on the line), and asks them to join the Saints. They figured, they could at least destroy the Marshall if anything.

Sebastian, who named Saints after Third Street Saints (massive fanboy), actually doesn't know they're Third Street Saints until mid game plot twist reveals it.

Game ends with Saints being merged into Saints Empire, and becomes Santo Ileso Saints alongside Stilwater Saints and Steelport Saints. Despite this, they have full reign over Saints activity in the west coast.

[bitty-bytes]

Fairy for Sett?

- ro (@full-moon-ships)

[Fairy]: What kinds of AUs do you imagine you and your f/o in? Are any inspired by classic fairytales?

I am always imagining a fantasy scenario where Sett is a traveling mercenary who ends up being hired to save my S/I, a noblewoman named Mielle! Usually, Sett really only cares about the coin, but after saving her from those who abducted her, it's love at first sight for both of them. After convincing her father and Srtt himself, Sett becomes her bodyguard. She finally reveals to her dad that she's already in love with Sett when she overhears that he's planning on arranging her to marry someone else... He may not be good at all those fancy traditions the rich folk have, but he knows he deeply loves Mielle. After her dad instructed Sett to do one final trial in order to prove himself, Mielle hardly slept for the week he was gone. The mission was highly dangerous, as he had to scale a grand mountain and take a single feather from the massive bird monster that lived at its peak...

But eventually, he made it back! He was pretty beat up, scratched up in many places, and clearly went through quite the ordeal to succeed. They embrace each other, as they know now that they were meant to be.

Sorry for the long response, I just think a fairytale type story works for these two so well!

[dorkdevil]

Chapter 10 of Common Thread is out. 👀

[vinkumakkara]

sru comic: Boss Goes To Therapy

[melkeyway]

Confession

Saints Row, Gwen (Boss), Johnny, Johnny/Gwen (GatBoss)

On Ao3

Summary: Confessions are made. Somethings just can’t be held back.

Gwen sat on her chair in her office in the apartment she claimed as The Saints HQ. She would regularly kick everyone out when she wanted alone time. She’d usually threaten them all if she was feeling particularly agitated like she was now. The source of her agitation was sitting across from her, the only one that didn’t scare easily or give into her threats. Johnny.

She glared at the back of Johnny’s head as he watched television. Unaware that he was the source of her aggravation. She stood up from the desk and slammed her hands on the table. 

Johnny turned away from the television to look over at her from over the couch,“Boss, what the f---”

“Just shut up, I have to tell you something,” she walked over to the couch. She stood just out of reach. “I thought I lost you on that fucking plane. I blamed myself for it. I told myself I should have dragged your stubborn ass out myself.”

“Heh. It’s not---”

“I thought you died!” Gwen paused and ran her hand through her hair, “I felt angry and sad, like there was this void…” Fuck, she was going to start rambling if he didn’t say something soon.

Johnny sat there in disbelief, he wasn’t sure he was hearing this right. Sure, they flirted a lot but they’ve always been like that. He was never sure if she was being serious. It was hard to tell with Gwen sometimes. He knew she was nervous because she tended to ramble instead of getting to the fucking point.

“...And it made me realize that being with you made me feel alive.” Oh fuck, she was. He stood up from the couch and took a few steps to stand in front of her. Gwen didn’t notice as she was looking everywhere but at him. “And I realized how much I needed you when I saw you again. I know I’m not Aisha and I’m not trying to be but if---” 

None of that fucking talk. 

Johnny had felt the same way but he wasn’t sure about her. He could never tell with this sort of shit so he was waiting on her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Gwen responded in kind, she wrapped her arms around his back and responded to his kiss with the same passion.

You’d think his actions would speak for themselves but it didn’t stop her from asking, “Are you sure? I---”

“Yo, shut the fuck up for once,” Johnny pulled her in for another kiss. She pinched his side in response as they continued to make out. His hands traveled down her back and rested on her ass before he gave it a firm squeeze. She moaned and gripped his shirt; pressing herself closer.

It had been a while for the both of them.

Johnny grunted as he lifted her up into his arms. He had definitely felt something rip in his side but he wasn’t about to let that stop him. He carried her over to the couch and threw her down onto it. Gwen gave him a wild look as she motioned for him to come over to her. He didn’t need to be told twice.

 She liked it rough, huh? He didn’t have a problem with that. He moved on top of her on the couch, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he moved onto her neck. He kissed and sucked on her neck before he bit down as his hands moved up her sides, lifting her tank top up in the process. With a loud pop he let go of her neck, there would be nice mark there later. Heh. He sat her up and removed her shirt which left her clad in only a black bra and a short skirt.

“I think it’s your turn,” Gwen smirked as she tugged on his shirt. She’d be damned if she was the only one that was going to be taking her clothes off.

“No, I don’t think so,” He wanted to see how far he could push this. “You’re not the fucking Boss here.”

He kissed her passionately and pushed her back down onto the couch roughly. He grunted against her lips. He felt pain in his side. Fuck that hurt. He hoped she--- Gwen pushed him away.

“Johnny, you’re fucking bleeding!”

“No, I’m fine, baby,” he kissed her as his hands moved to her bra.

“Now, isn’t the time to be stubborn.”

Johnny sighed into her neck. He knew she wasn’t going to drop it; she was just as stubborn as he was sometimes.

“Fine.”

They both sat up and looked down at his side to see that he bled through his shirt. Well shit. They must have gotten too carried away. He took off his shirt to the extent of the damage.

“Johnny,” Gwen sighed in exasperation. This was not how she pictured her night going. She wanted to get laid. He laughed and picked her up, “What the fuck? Do you want to make it worse?”

“It’s your fault this happened. You have to fix it.” Johnny grinned and walked them to the bathroom.

Gwen rolled her eyes, “Oh fuck you.”

“I---”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.”

Moments later, they found themselves in a familiar position; Gwen stitching up his wounds. This was a normal occurrence for the both of them as they both made an agreement in the past to patch each up if the wounds weren’t to severe that. There would be less questions that way. Usually a lot of alcohol was involved.

“No, we’re not fucking until you’re healed up. So relax,” said Gwen as she finished up the stitches.

“Common,” Johnny attempted to give her a sad look.

It didn’t work. “No, I don’t want you bleeding all over the bed!”

“Not even a little?”

“...I’ll give you a blow job later if you stop whinin’ right now.”

[whoredmode]

on the topic of ultor AU this morning tho. i keep going back and forth on if i want johnny and aisha to have tye at some point between the end of sr2 and srtt. it’d be cute and provide even more motivation for finishing things, and honestly would give moments some much needed lightheartedness. alleviate some tension where needed, while also arguably giving other times even more tension knowing what’s at stake. hm

[kikidewynter]

YOOOO i had a breakthrough. so i’ve been wanting to include josie (aisha’s sister, partly an oc) in my version of sriv. johnny leads his own faction and doesn’t have a lieutenant, so i always just pictured her being there with him. but it also never sat right with me. to me she’s always been an activist, an artist. i couldn’t imagine her ever joining the saints (though she was signed as an actress to ultor for a few years). BUT. the leaders of progression are literally right up her alley. i think she would definitely be a member of the roundtable. the only problem is that the LOP and johnny’s saints are at war (he’s at war with everyone). i don’t think they would knowingly fight each other. but but but johnny is also pretty much off the grid, unreachable, using guerrilla tactics at this point, so it makes sense that they’ve fallen out of touch.

[jenchwuq]

Just...a thought, but

I...almost want to just. Merge my two saints row worldstates together? Like. I do have an au where Abby never joined the Saints and met Carlos when she was his attorney, and I almost wanna just. Make that canon?? but like. make her the Saints’ official legal council.

Like if she hadn’t dropped out of school, maybe she woulda gone back to being Legal Lee’s intern the following summer, and then ended up as Chiara’s lawyer that first time she got arrested. And like. Maybe had some involvement in some of the subplots of Salted Earth that I don’t wanna give away because spoilers? But then like. After SR2 the Saints just keep her on retainer and she’s one of them at that point.

I’d have to go back and make some edits to Salted Earth, but I think it could work. And I’d have to scrap most of Abby’s ficlets as far as canon, but. Hmm.

I dunno, I feel like sometimes characters just. Evolve in ways you don’t expect them to, you know? And I feel like Abby’s just sort of. Grown up a lot since her inception. Like when I think of her, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t her just sowing chaos and fucking shit up, it’s like. Figuring out how to make her relationship with Carlos work when he was recovering and struggling and lashing out at everything and everyone around him. Repairing her relationship with her mom. Becoming a mom, even (she and Carlos have a daughter shortly after SRTT, I don’t think I’ve ever talked about that?) Like those are the stories I wanna tell about her. And good lord, I initially picked her birthday at random, but she's turned out to be such a Capricorn. Like she’s that bitch who will get shit done, but I think the pure chaos of the Saints would stress her out so much. I don’t know.

Like I said. It’s just a thought.

[casualblacklight]

AOM Boss? Yeah! (Ｔ▽Ｔ) ❤︎︎

But I've no story for him yet, bcs I want to finish the game before I'll give him a "story"... or background ...

The only thing I already know is: He barely talks and hides his face most of the time ¯\_( ' -' )_/¯

Kinda based on my Playa in SRTT Remastered bcs I didn't like how the hairstyle (the one I usually give him) looks in remastered, so gave him that one instead... and I kinda like it for that AU vwv

[megafreeman]

Saints Row IV AU where after SRTT the gang breaks up into two parts because not everyone was in it for the money and fame, so instead opted to stay in Stilwater as their own thing while rest of the Saints are off being US government administration

[planetsank-arc]

   i like to think that between srtt & sriv, whittaker & matchstick sort of switch roles, where one was brawn & the other is brain. lets just say that matchstick is showing obvious signs of losing their sanity and it’s at it’s breaking point once the alien invasion happens.

   ( unless it’s the AU where sriv is actually a movie that the saints produced. )