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iiseult · 2 months ago

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Jerry Pascal x reader: My Name is Leroy (pt. 2)

CWs -> fluff, suggestive flirting, flamethrowers, some violence

Word count -> 3.3k

The next day, you decided to push your luck and go pay Jerry a visit at the gas station. You had no idea whether he’d be working or not, but when you pulled into the parking spot nearest to the front window you could just make out the top of his dirty-blonde head over the counter. You grinned and put it in park, walking through the front door.

Jerry looked up when he heard the door open and once he saw who it was, a smile spread across his face. He put down his Highlights magazine, the spot-the-difference puzzle he had been working on already forgotten.

“Hey, Y/N! What brings you into this fine establishment?” he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice. Once you reached the counter, you leaned one elbow against it, resting your chin in your palm.

“You,” you said flirtatiously, smiling.

Jerry’s heart fluttered. He mirrored you position, leaning his chin on his palms and letting his eyes rove over your face appreciatively. Ah, what the hell, he glanced down at your chest, too– he couldn’t help himself.

“You came all the way over here just to hang out with me?” he said, the surprise evident in his voice.

“Yeah. Also to steal from you,” you said, grabbing a bag of pretzels from a nearby display and tearing it open. You offered him one and he took it with a quiet “thanks.”

You stared at each other as you both munched in silence. When you made eye contact with him you gave him a nice big smile, your eyes crinkling in the corners, and he swallowed thickly, unable to look away. He felt his heart rate quicken a little as he gazed at you, his mind a little foggy for a second before he blurted,

“Your eyes are really pretty.”

This time, you didn’t miss a beat.

“Thank you. Your eyes are pretty, too, y’know.”

His chest filled with warmth. He leaned forward on the counter, trying to get a little closer to you, grinning goofily.

“Really?” he said, a dumb little chuckle escaping his lips.

“Oh, yeah. You’re pretty,” you added, hoping your hints were obvious enough.

Heat crept up the sides of his neck and a mixture of nervousness and excitement bubbled in his stomach, making him feel like he could melt into a puddle. He swallowed again, but he held your gaze, resting one of his hands on the counter next to yours.

“You’re making me blush,” he confessed, his voice low and softer than usual, fighting the urge to somehow break the mounting tension between you. His eyes flickered down to your lips.

“Aww, Jerry,” you cooed, inching your hand closer to his on the counter. His breath caught in his throat as he felt your pinky finger brush against his. The way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine, and the way you closed the distance between your hand and his made his confidence grow.

“You know, I…” he trailed off, his eyes lingering on your lips.

Just then, the shrill sound of the front door squeaking cut through the air, making both of you whip your heads in its direction. An older man dressed in professional attire entered, nodding to you in a friendly manner before disappearing into an aisle. You jumped back a bit and cleared your throat, trying not to look like you’d just been shamelessly flirting with the cashier.

Jerry cursed when he saw the man, his heart rate picking up again. But it wasn’t just because he’d been startled.

“Uhhh, Y/N, would you come here for a second?” he said, his voice betraying a hint of concern. He didn’t take his eyes away from the aisle the man had disappeared into for one second. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he slowly reached one of his hands underneath the counter, feeling around for something on one of the shelves. You picked up on his unease and nodded, joining him behind the counter silently, your brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, following his gaze to the man in the aisle, who was harmlessly regarding the off-brand candy options and stroking his chin like he was deep in thought. Jerry barely even blinked as he leaned closer to you, speaking quietly out of the side of his mouth.

“Uhh, that guy over there…his name is Kieffer. And he’s…gonna try to kill us. But don’t freak out! I have a plan.”

He slowly pulled his hand out from under the counter to reveal that he was clutching a small, gleaming pistol. You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a gasp.

“Oh my god, Jerry, you’re not gonna shoot him, are you?!”

Despite the fact that you were very familiar with the gas station and the dangers that working there entailed, you’d never had to actually kill another person, and quite frankly, the idea did scare you. Jerry immediately registered the fear in your face and panicked, not knowing what to say. No? Of course not? Yes, but it’s okay because that’s not really Kieffer, it’s actually just a mimic of him created to destroy Jack and anyone else who ever helped him protect the gas station? He decided on something in between.

“Maybe…?”

You grabbed the pistol out of his hand and threw it across the room.

Kieffer began walking slowly towards the counter, a bag of gummy worms in his hand. Jerry grit his teeth and turned to you, grabbing your shoulders, his voice suddenly full of urgency.

“Listen man, I know it sounds crazy, but just hear me out. That dude over there is not actually Kieffer. It’s a clone, and it’s literally going to murderize us in ten seconds. And you just threw our only weapon into Timbuktu. It’s totally cool though, I already forgive you,” he said, winking, “But I’m gonna need you to stand back and let me handle this, okay?”

You nodded mutely, choosing to believe him just in case he was telling the truth. He flashed you one last Hollywood-worthy grin before vaulting over the counter and rushing towards Kieffer face-first with his dukes up, bellowing his battle cry of “cowabunga!”

Kieffer immediately dropped his gummy worms and his face twisted into an ugly, malicious expression. He lunged forward, but Jerry was too fast. He managed to slip to the side, dodging Kieffer’s arms and landing a solid punch to his face, sending him stumbling backwards with his hands clapped over his nose. A wave of adrenaline washed over you as you watched them fight, wishing you could do something other than taking shelter behind the cash register.

Jerry continued to fight with the ferociousness and unpredictability of an unhinged maniac, screaming out his own comic-book sound effects as he dodged, punched, kicked, and even bit his attacker. Kieffer growled and managed to somehow get a hold of the back of Jerry’s jacket. You gasped as he was lifted off the ground, kicking and punching the air, and because it was all you could think to do, you grabbed the first thing from the counter your hand could find– a roll of quarters– and whipped it at Kieffer’s head.

The roll of quarters doinked right into the back of his head and bounced off, rolling under the soda machine, and a look of mild irritation crossed his face. Jerry’s eyes widened. But it distracted Kieffer enough to let Jerry tear himself out of the man’s grip, stumbling back a few steps.

“Great shot!” He yelled, grinning back at you over his shoulder. You smiled proudly and gave him the thumbs-up.

“I played softball for a week when I was a kid.”

Then Jerry launched himself back at his disoriented assailant and delivered a vicious uppercut. It somehow only managed to stun him for a second before he was right back on his feet again, lumbering towards Jerry. You bit your lip. This fighting could go on forever, and it looked like Jerry was starting to get tired. You knew you had to do something. But what? Your eyes scanned the store, looking for something, anything that might work. When they landed on a can of lysol, an idea suddenly struck you. You grabbed it and began running towards Kieffer.

“Move, Jerry!”

He was in the process of trying to land a punch when he heard your voice. He turned around just in time to see you barreling towards him, wielding your can of disinfectant in one hand and a lighter in the other.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” he cheered, and threw himself out of the way, accidentally landing on a chip display and sending it crashing to the ground. He groaned, rubbing his elbow.

As soon as you were close enough, you flicked on the lighter with your thumb and braced yourself, lining it up with the lip of the spray can and pressing down on it, aiming towards Kieffer. Immediately, a giant ball of heat and fire burst forward from your makeshift flamethrower with a loud ‘WHOOSH,’ blasting him all the way into next Tuesday and singing the hair off your arms. He howled in pain as he went down, flailing and thrashing in a futile attempt to put himself out.

“HOLY BALLS, THAT’S AWESOME!” yelled Jerry.

You cringed at the sight, but didn’t look away completely, wanting to make sure he was really dead, and eventually, the flames died down enough to reveal his meager remains– a small black pile of ashes and a couple charred clumps of flesh. The wall behind the steaming pile was now sporting a charming Kieffer-shaped outline of scorch marks. The floor was littered with bags of barbecue flavored potato chips; fallen soldiers. The place was really in shambles, and everything smelled like burning hair.

“My God,” Jerry breathed, hearts dancing in his eyes. You yawned, dropping your can of lysol.

“I could really go for a cherry icee right now.”

***

Ten minutes later you and Jerry were sat behind the counter with your feet up, enjoying your icees, when Jack walked into the gas station.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the state of the place. It looked like a complete and utter war zone; human remains on the ground, the stench of boiled blood in the air, and worst of all, his carefully-crafted chip display lying dead on the ground. He blinked a couple of times, trying to make sure he wasn’t having one of those hallucinations again, and then slowly turned to you and Jerry.

You laughed at something Jerry had said and turned to look at who entered the store.

“Oh, Jack!” You cheered. Jerry raised a nonchalant hand in greeting.

“‘Sup, buddy?”

Jack put his hands up imploringly and flapped his mouth open and closed a few times like a fish in disbelief.

“What the fuck happened?! Were you two reenacting trinity test sight?!” He demanded, practically shaking with rage. You pursed your lips and looked over at Jerry, hoping he would know how to explain this. He took a long sip of his icee before replying, in the calmest voice possible,

“Oh, you know, the usual. Kieffer attack, hand-to-hand combat. It’s all good now, though.”

“Yeah, we scorched it,” you piped up through a mouthful of bright red icee, grinning.

“Yeah, she turned a can of lysol into a flamethrower and lit that bastard right up. It was, like, so hot,” Jerry elaborated. You grinned proudly.

“I learned it from TikTok.”

Jerry chuckled again and looked at you with an enamored expression.

“Of course you did, sweetheart.”

He leaned a little closer and lowered his voice teasingly, as if sharing a secret.

“You know, you look sorta sexy wielding a flamethrower.”

You giggled and kicked your feet.

Jack let out a loud huff, still standing in the middle of the store, now with his hands on his hips.

“Who’s gonna clean all this up?” he asked, irritation in his voice.

“Well,” Jerry began, wincing and rubbing the back of his neck, “My shift ended two minutes ago, so…”

“I don’t even work here right now,” you added, tossing your empty cup into the trash, “although I guess I can pick up some of those chips that fell.” You gestured weakly over to the overturned display. Jack frowned.

Jerry watched as you stood up with a grunt and walked over to it, bending over to grab the rack and set it back up. You began picking up items and shoving them back onto the shelves. He leaned back in his seat with a little smirk, enjoying the view.

“I really admire your…work ethic, Y/N,” he called. You giggled again.

Soon enough the chip display was good as new, although perhaps not as artfully organized as it had been originally. You ambled back over to your chair and sat down with a satisfied sigh.

Jack watched you in despair, pointing to the scorched walls and pile of overcooked Kieffer on the ground.

“That’s great,” he said dryly. “Now what about the rest of the place?!”

“But Jack, it always looks like that!” you whined. Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and looked over at Jerry, his eyes pleading. Jerry sighed.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stay back and help you clean this place up.”

Jack let out a long sigh that sounded almost a little more like a hiss.

“Thank you.”

With that, you slapped your thighs and got to your feet, stretching.

“Welp, that’s all for me tonight. I best get back home for supper,” you said, patting your pockets to make sure you had all your things. Jack just rolled his eyes and went to fetch a broom from the storage room.

“Aww, well it was nice having you come by. Don’t you be afraid to come back out here another day, you,” Jerry said, beaming up at you. You grinned.

“Bye, big boy.”

With that, you turned on your heel and sauntered toward the door, pausing for one second to yell out a quick goodbye to Jack before disappearing outside, leaving Jerry stunned.

“B-big boy?” he repeated, his heart going a million miles a minute. Jack walked back into the room, broom in hand, a scowl on his face. He shoved it into Jerry's hands, pointing towards the pile of ash. Jerry leaned against the counter, a dreamy look in his eyes as he stared at the door. He clutched the broom tightly in his hands.

“She called me big boy,” he mumbled, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

“Uhh, Jerry? You’re drooling a little there, buddy.”

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mimipuppet · 2 months ago

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Tftgs Volume 4 thoughts and rambling

Finally, I finished volume 4. Instead of finishing it in one day like the other volumes, I had to put it off due to some things which kind of sucked cause i love binge reading but whatever.

First off all to begin with, I personally believe this volume is the best in terms of characterization. It’s the first time the author uses other character’s povs even if it’s jack experiencing their memories. It gave us more insight into Rosa and Jerry, two of my favourite characters, and it made me like kieffer more as a character especially with the portrayal of him being a naive child and Spencer as a sort of father figure to him.

My favourite has to be Jerry’s, I loved how the reveal of him being the prophet and disbelief at the cult’s mass suicide ties in to how he was a mess at first in volume 1, crying so much. It makes more sense on why he was like that because it wasn’t just the fact he considered them his family, but also the fact he was the one who started all of this and had believed that everyone wasn’t that serious about only to be faced the fact that yeah they did, and now they’re all dead. The alienation from his family, from his friends after that never have I ever game, and the repetition of “why can’t you be normal” was lovely, it really did humanize him a lot similar to the parts in volume 2 about Vanessa and the Russian radio which were some of my favourite parts about Jerry in the books.

Rosa’s pov was amazing, a close second to Jerry’s. Her being the reason why her uncle couldn’t do anything anymore, the implications of her relationships with her family and how it changed after the incidents. It’s obvious that Rosa’s mom loves her, but with the information that her grandmother was always mean to her and her uncle’s warning to Jack about her, there’s a subtle distance between Rosa and the extended family members other than her parents and brothers because of their superstitious belief and religion that contrasts Rosa’s more logical way of thinking like her being annoyed being brought to a church instead of a doctor.

I feel with this information, the dynamic between Jack, Rosa, and Jeremy just becomes even better. They already bounce off of each other well and are pretty enjoyable to read whether it’s a comedic or serious moment. All three were alienated from others in a way, always felt different from others and kind of held that belief (Rosa and Jack both being closed off to others, with Jerry it’s more so his father’s question lingering in his mind, always at the scene of the crime when something happens) yet they found each other who accept the strangeness and didn’t really care for their “freakish” traits unless it’s something that affects their mental or physical health. They’re all ride or dies, and now they’re off traveling in a van like an off-brand scooby doo.

Second, Jack and Sabine’s relationship, I loved the small flashback in volume 3 albeit it was short and said i hoped volume 4 has more of them AND IT DID.

Jack and Sabine were amazing together, Sabine’s bluntness and playfulness paired with Jack’s awkwardness and personality was enjoyable to read. They clearly love each other yet it wasn’t perfect. Sabine herself admits that it may have never worked out and I think that’s the beauty of it? Like even if Sabine lived and they broke up, it’s the fact that it happened what matters since they are so important to each other and their relationship is something that develops them, I imagine they’d still be friends after the break up too if it did happen. I think they’re pretty similar to Paul and Emma from starkid in the same way they’re inevitable in where their love ends tragically, Jack and Sabine are two people I can’t see realistically being alive and together even if I want to because of the circumstances they are in with Roger’s eye on Jack and Sabine being a sort of guardian. Maybe in another life if the two weren’t burdened with the supernatural and the gas station they’d be out of town, opened up a bookstore possibly and they’d be happy, but it’s not this life or any. They’re yuri to me.

Her screen time in general amplified a lot, her brief dynamic with Spencer (the one in Jack’s head btw) I really liked because of the contrast between the two’s relationship with Jack and their personalities. Spencer is much more willing for Jack to face the truth and everything whilst Sabine is more willing for it to drag on as a way to protect Jack. Also the whole time I imagined her looking like a green-eyed miss holloway from star kid, if I didn’t then it’d be a scene girl with many accessories on her.

Third, Jack’s history of violence and relationship with his father, Wendy, and Spencer. Volume 4 gave us official appearances and dialogue of Jack’s foster family and his father. To put it simply, it’s all shit.

Off note, one thing I’ll give is the use of names and titles in Jack’s pov, he never calls Miller by dad or pappy but instead a more formal way such as father because they never had the closeness for him to use a casual variation. He has a thing with that, especially with how he upgrades with O’brien with her name to even calling her Amy. Depending on what name it defines how close Jack is with some characters along with how well he knows of likes them.

Miller’s the worst, everyone knows this and hell even Travis thinks he’s the worst after seeing him interact with Jack. He’s a violent abusive drunkard that could have had the capability to be good but never tried to be and instead tried to make Jack be more “manly” in the way of violence and no matter how Jack or Miller sees it, he did succeed.

The violence is a way of reacting for Jack, like in the files where he beat up a kid for food and a girl for sticking her hand down his hands and Deacon. Jack’s violent tendencies and anger issues is what he got from Miller, this is from the years of resentment and fear that turned the automatic response for reacting is to beat the shit out of someone, he got his father’s worst flaws and turned out to be worse. Just as Spencer has said, Miller’s got a temper but Jack’s got something else. It’s something much more cruel and brutal because of his personality and circumstances, it’s where Spencer comes in as a gateway for all of Jack’s repression and blame shift towards him.

There’s a clear difference between the real Spencer and the one Jack sees, he’s got loose questionable morals but doesn’t seem as psychotic and violent as Jack believes. He’s even helpful in his own way. He’s the object of Jack’s hate not only for all the things he’s done like tryna kill him and beat up his friends, but also the fact that Spencer is a mirror with a reflection he despises. It’s why it’s so easy for him to put Spencer as the person for torturing bugs back when they were kid, because Spencer had a bad reputation, because Spencer is violent and brash, because he sees himself in Spencer. He’s quick to push blame to more reasonable targets whom would commit murder and violence such as Benji and Spencer cause he can’t confront his own actions and believes it, unreliable narrator at his finest.

I actually really liked Wendy, she’s the least shittiest in terms of family members for Jack and she’s got her priorities straight even though she does blackmail and pyramid schemes, she’s still getting the bag. Her interactions with Jack are more or less just average older sister behaviour with embarrassing his friends with a story from high-school, teasing and making fun of him, etc. Jack saw her as a foster sister whom he’s not close with, he distrusts her a lot and doesn’t believe her words even if she’s apologizing. But, even then he never saw her as a threat it’s a contrast to how Wendy feels about Jack.

She was terrified of Jack back then, their dynamic was completely different in her eyes because she was walking on eggshells around him the whole time. It’s what made me reconsider and think more deeply about the two’s relationship knowing that she was scared of him, which lead to wondering if their foster parents, Sid and Dianna were a bit scared of him too as they clearly didn’t like him. He didn’t have any worries attacking an adult, he attacked a teacher, he had no problem attacking his foster brothers too, whose to say they wouldn’t be next?

Fourth, O’brien and Jack. I really liked them in volume 2 and 3, it was sad to see Jack so clearly missing the O’brien he knew and trying in almost every interaction to bring back O’brien’s memories only for distance, indifference, and hostility from her because he’s suspicious, a culprit with mental issues that can’t distinguish between imagination and reality.

The new dynamic was a bit funny though, him admitting to crimes and smiling about while O’brien is squinting her eyes at him and already has her gun ready if he tries anything. I did wish to see more of O’brien and Jack in the later half, along with maybe a scene where they confront about the memory erasure thing after she got them back.

Overall, I really did like this volume although the Karen bit was a bit underwhelming and disappointing, Roger as a character and antagonist did make up for that along with everything else. This was less tales from the gas station and more about the town itself and focuses them outside of the gas station, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless.

#mimi’s ramblings #holy shit it’s so long #tftgs #tales from the gas station

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