#( * jesse pinkman / writings. )

[jessescatorccio]

love the type of male character that is just a losing dog

[hoss-bonaventure]

will always be chronically ill over jesse saying “get them young and they’re yours forever” to the man who got him when he was young and ruined him for the rest of his life

[depressopax]

The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Pairing: Multiple characters x gender-neutral reader (Nacho, Jesse, Kim, Jimmy, Mike, Howard) Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, one-shots Warning(s): Mentions of sexual tension, weed and alcohol. Cuss words Words: 1.5k Summary: The first kiss with the BrBa/BCS characters English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 »» AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ««

The first kiss

Nacho

You and Nacho had been friends for quite a while during this time. One day, you were chilling in his house and talking and it kinda just happened. Having a complicated life, Nacho was scared to drag you - one of the people he cares about mostly - into it. But the sexual tension between the two of you reached a tipping point when you got into the topic of relationships.

“If things were easier, maybe I’d actually have time to find love” Nacho sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

“I am. With you.” He realized how it sounded and shook his head. “...Nevermind.” 

But you’d heard enough to know you were not crazy. He liked you, too. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his. At first, he responded but soon pulled back.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” 

Silence fell, and after a moment, you stood up, walking to the door before you felt Nacho grab your arm. Before given the chance to react - he spinned you around and pulled you into a kiss. With his palm cupping your face, he kissed you in a way no one had done before. It was passionate and needy. Afterwards, he held onto you, breathing hot air at you whilst your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

Jesse invited you to one of his parties and since you liked him, you decided to go. Little did you know, he felt the same… Opening the door to the house, you were hit by loud music, loud voices and the smell of alcohol, sweat and weed. At least 20 people in the living room vibing to the music whilst getting drunk and high. You felt a bit disoriented entering the place, directly scanning the place for Jesse. You found him sitting in the living room together with the friends Skinny Pete and Badger. When seeing you he smiled and greeted you.

“Yo! I’m glad you made it here.” After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. “Something to drink?” 

“Yes please!” After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesse’s friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didn’t. 

“Man… You’re so down bad for them, Jesse.” Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So that’s what they were grinning about…

“Is that right, Jesse?”

“I…” He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed. 

“Maybe I like you too?” 

“If you’re playing with me right now…”

“Jesse.” You said firmly. “I mean it.”

After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.

“Sorry ‘bout them. They’re such damn jerks.” Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush. 

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.” 

“Perfect.”

Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didn’t hesitate. It was like you could taste the smoke on his soft lips as you kissed. It was intoxicating. Afterwards, you both looked at the sky.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yea”

Kim 

Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldn’t stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork. 

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly. 

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.” 

“Yea? Well why don’t you-” realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame “I’m sorry.”

After some convincing, she finally agreed to leave the office and let you buy her a coffee. Seeing her holding the warm paper cup containing cappuccino melted your heart. She looked so calm, for once.

“I’m worried for you.”

“That’s sweet of you… But really, I’m fine.”

You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking. 

“Hey… What’s the matter?” she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.

“I care about you, Kim. I don’t want you burned out…” 

She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didn’t pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her. 

“Will you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?” You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss. 

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmmm? What?” you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. “Yea, of course. You told me about some clients.” 

“...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.” he muttered before parking the car.

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.” 

“Sure seems like it.” 

He left the car and you had to run after him. 

“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m worried, I guess.”

“Worried? Why?”

“You should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.” You hissed. “You’re dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!”

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.” 

He rolled his eyes and continued walking. 

“Why do you even care?” he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? “...And you’re back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.” 

“Because I just care, ok?” Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.

“Hey… Sweetheart-” he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. “I’m sorry, ok?” 

He squeezed your shoulder. 

After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:

“You got a lil crush on good ol’ Jimmy, eh?” Your reaction told him everything. “You do??” he chuckled. 

“...Idiot.”

“Your idiot.” he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him. 

“I knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Don’t worry. I feel the same.” 

And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all. 

But it’s hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that. 

And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh god…

Mike

You had just found out about Mike’s work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying “you needed to think”, you rushed out from his place. 

“Can you at least let me explain?” Mike hissed, following you - one step behind. 

“Mike…” 

“Please.” Something in his voice had changed. It went from the usually calm but firm tone - to a pleading one. It caught you off guard and you turned around to look at him. He seemed stressed.

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.” 

And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldn’t say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Why would I?” he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.

“Because I care about you. I’m not pulling you into my bullshit.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”  

And then… 

He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when you’d been dreaming of this moment for so long?

The kiss said more than thousands of words. 

Everything made sense now.

Howard

You had known Howard for quite a while and he invited you out for lunch during one of his breaks. 

“Over here!” you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.

“Jeez, Howard! This place looks… Expensive!”

“Only the best lunch restaurant in town!” He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of… Nervousness? In his voice.  “Tell me about your day!”

“Well uhm… It was-” He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. “...Are you ok?”

“Of course!” 

After lunch - which he insisted on paying - you tagged along when he walked back to HHM and his office. Before saying goodbye, he stopped you.

“Wait! I actually need to talk to you.” 

“Alright… Shoot.” 

“I…” he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. “I kinda… Y’know…” 

You couldn’t help but smile. The blush said everything.

“Howard…” you cooed, and then leaned in and kissed him. He was startled, but then kissed you back and sighed in relief at you initiating this. 

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…” 

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

AHSHSHS this is prob one of my cheesiest one-shots yet- HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT EITHER WAYS <3 Next part will be "First date". If you like this concept like, comment or reblog! Would mean a lot. :) MWAHHH

[kylejsugarman]

i actually unironically love the physical fights that walt and jesse get into on the show because they are so realistically stupid and ineffective. their verbal arguments can really sting because they both know which buttons to push, what kind of insults to fling once they know each other better, but their physical fights remain laughably pathetic until the very end. neither walt nor jesse are particularly strong or skilled, so it always devolves into kicking and slapping and throwing things and fucking biting each other like cats who have to live together and spend all day throwing each other into walls. they fight like preteen siblings, like brothers who have no outlet for their rage and frustration with each other and thus have to wrestle and throttle each other when their feelings boil over. and of course nothing is EVER resolved by their fights because when has a conflict ever been resolved by throwing cash at each other or wrestling in a meth lab?? but it feels so realistic and true that two emotionally compromised, devastatingly angry, extremely different men who are forced to work together at the fucking. Job of all time would lose their shit from time to time and go at each other like 11 year olds at a skate park

[krishhh15]

When everyone wants a freaky relationships, I just want her presence in front of me....

[lostcherise]

Sturdy

pairing: jesse pinkman x f!reader

summary: you bought a nightstand from whom you feared to be a serial killer online, but turns out he was the complete opposite. now you had to find a way to see him again.

warnings: smut, oral (f and m receiving), throat fucking, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, degrading names (he calls you a dirty slut)

word count: 3,037

a/n: not proof read, couldn't wait to post this lmao, also was listening to this when i was writing this

"Are you sure about this one?" your sister sighed with furrowed eyebrows. She peered over your shoulder from where you were sitting on your couch, legs crossed over one another; your laptop resting on your thighs.

"Yeah." you lied and waved her off without even turning to look at her. "What's there to be scared about? Lots of people sell and buy stuff online. It's no big deal." you said, this time you gave her a sideways glance over your shoulder. "Really." you added, trying to reassure her.

Your gaze followed your sister, as she made her way to the couch and planted herself right next to you with a sigh. Her head rolled over on her left shoulder, and she lifted her eyes to look at you disbelievingly.

"And lots of other people end up getting murdered." she countered, her eyebrows shooting up on her forehead as she tried to make her point. "Just order a brand new one from IKEA." she quipped, taking a sip from the coffee in her hands.

Disgusted and somewhat offended at her suggestion, you turned to fully look at her. "They don't make pieces like these! Plus, this one is an actual antique. Completey refurbished, too, might I add." you countered, to which your sister mock nodded in agreement, her eyes comically wide, as she looked back at you.

"Just know that I won't be crying at your funeral." and with that she dropped the subject.

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Despite your sister's best efforts, you had pulled through with the online listing. So here you were, waiting inside your car at a Fred Meyer parking lot. You had arrived about 15 minutes early, as you usually did with all your appointments. Maybe that wasn't very wise, considering Alaskan winters were brutal. But, thank God for air conditioning. About 5 minutes before the arranged meeting time, you stepped out, remaining close to the door; in case it actually turned out to be a blood thirsty murderer and you had to make a quick escape.

Although you had set up a public place as a meeting place, it was still fairly quiet. There about 5 other cars parked at that moment, but it was just you out there. The rumbling sound of a large pick up rolling in from behind you caught your attention. However, you didn't get to see who was inside through the windshield, as they turned and parked at the empty parking spot directly opposite yours.

It was definitely them, that was for sure. The top of the nightstand that was just barely peeking through the truck bed of the black Ford F150 gave it away. Their truck was too polished and well kept to give off murderer vibes, you thought. Your heart thumped in your chest, as the stranger got out of their car.

Well, I'll be damned.

You now stood face to face with what could've been the hottest guy you had laid eyes on in a while. He stood just a couple inches taller than you, his eyes a striking blue. The deep, large scars adorning the right side of his face told a much darker story, but they added to the ruggedness of his looks, along with his short trimmed beard. That paired with his all black attire, screamed bad boy in your books. Which was conveniently your type; also the reason you had been painfully single for a while.

"Hey," his buttery smooth voice broke the silence. "I'm Jesse." he introduced himself with an outstretched hand.

Dumbfounded, you silently shook his hand back. Jesse gave you a funny look, and smiled at you slightly. "You wanna take a look?" he pointed his thumb towards the truck, where the nightstand was.

"Shit, yeah." you had completely forgotten about that. You observed, as he opened the truck bed, and reached for the nightstand to pull it closer.

"So, this is it. An antique, Gothic Revival handcarved, mahogany dresser, with a dark chocolate finish. A real beauty." Jesse spoke in his husky voice. To be frank, you didn't register anything of what he had just said, too busy imagining that voice saying other stuff to you. "Oh, and brand new brass handles too. Made sure the design fit the style though." he kept on rambling. It was kind of endearing how into this he was.

"I'll take it." you simply said, to which Jesse gratefully smiled.

You tried to help him carry it over to your car, but he adamantly refused. Jesse bid you goodbye, and moved to his car. Anxious, you tapped your foot against the concrete; tried to think of an excuse to get to see him again. You were far too horny and single to let on this chance pass.

"Hold up." you jogged up to him, catching him just before he was about to climb into his car. "I, uh," you paused. "I'm actually upgrading my bedroom furniture, so I'll definitely be needing more stuff." you smiled sheepishly.

Jesse simply nodded as an indication for you to keep going, his breath coming out hot and puffy against the nipping cold air. He looked at you with a faint knowing smile and waited for you to continue.

"So, I was thinking of getting your number, easier to contact." you gestured obviously. "You accept commissions, right?"

"Yeah, just text me the measurements, type of wood, color and design, and it'll be ready for you in a few weeks." Jesse informed you, his tone professional.

He was doing business, and all you could think of was ways you wanted him to fuck you.

"How 'bout you come and take the measurements now?

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Okay, maybe inviting him over to your house was a bit too forward.

You stood awkwardly, and leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom, observing him as he took the measurements of your old bed.

"You want coffee?"

"Maybe next time?" he smiled and came up to stand next to you. "I'll be waiting for more details on the bed..." his voice trailed off expectantly.

It then hit you that you had never properly introduced yourself to him. A blush quickly crept its way onto your cheeks and you softly told him your name. Jesse repeated it, a soft smile dancing on his lips, as his eyes took you in. You swore your name had never sounded so beautiful and sensual coming out of someone's mouth before. To your dismay, he left your house much too soon.

It took Jesse about three weeks to complete your new bed frame. And you had to admit, that man sure did wonders with his hands. The bed frame looked stunning, and it emulated the Gothic style of your nightstand perfectly.

You silently wondered what else those hands were good for, while you helped him set up your bed. You also observed him silently; his buzzcut was slightly longer than what it was when you had first met him, and you liked it a little more. It still wasn't long enough to pull on, sadly. While Jesse was using your bathroom, you quickly put on some new sheets.

"So, whatcha think?" his voice sounded from behind you. He was leaning on the door frame, one outstretched hand resting on the door frame, while the other was in his back pocket.

"It's beautiful..." you complimented his work.

"But?" Jesse asked, sensing from your tone that you wanted to add something else. He walked up to stand behind you.

"I'm not sure if it's sturdy enough." you finally added, your voice now lower.

He looked at you with confusion painted all over his features. His frown deepened when you took one step closer to him; you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"Do you mind if we check?" you finally asked the burning question that was plaguing your mind ever since he had gotten there to set up the bed.

And that's when it clicked in Jesse's head. You observed as confusion slowly faded from his face. His icy blue eyes darkening, glinting with a sense of newfound lust and desire. This time, Jesse was the one to take a step forward, your bodies touching; his lips merely an inch away from yours.

"And how do you suppose we do that?" his voice was thick with need.

"I was hoping you'd show me." you almost whined.

A shocked gasp fell past your lips as Jesse harshly pushed you on the mattress. This aggressive side was unexpected, but you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that it had gotten your panties soaked.

He grabbed both your ankles and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, and pushed your legs back into a mating press position and stood in between your legs, grinding his hardening cock against your clothed pussy.

With a rough hand on your jaw, he pulled into a hungry kiss and you couldn't help but moan into his mouth; his tongue seizing this opportunity to explore your mouth. You whined into the kiss, and ground your hips harder against his, causing him to groan.

You had never been manhandled like this before, and you were almost sure his hand was going to bruise your jaw. But it would be a big, fat lie to say that you weren't extremely turned on right now. His hand moved further down at the base of your neck, just above your clavicle. Now, his lips found their way to where his hand once was on your jaw, leaving a trail of burning kisses as he made his way down on your neck. Jesse's teeth grazed your soft skin, making sure to leave angry red marks on you.

While his left hand remained enclosed around your neck, his right one traveled down and inside your panties, shoving a finger in without a warning.

An involutary gasp fell from your lips, not because it hurt - you were so wet, it slipped in with ease - it had just caught you of guard.

"Fuck." Jesse moaned into your neck, his finger moving in and out of you, and soon a second one followed suit. "Can't wait to stretch that pussy. But I need a taste first."

"Please." you begged, gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, as he made his way down on you while simultaneously taking off your pants and underwear.

Jesse took a moment to take in the sight in front of him. You, laid up on the bed, legs folded over your stomach, and your glistening pussy perfectly open and ready for him. He wasted no moment, and swiftly began having his way with you. He took a long lick, from up to your clit and all the way down to your slit and right back up, the tip of his tongue just barely slipping in your entrance as he did so.

You raked your fingers through his short hair, when he repeated the same action two more times, and then he focused on your clit. His tongue circled around your bud and your hips bucked against his face, causing him to bury his nose into your pussy. Your eyes moved down, and you saw him looking directly at you as he lapped at your pussy, occasionally sucking your clit softly. He then inserted a finger into you, a gesture that made your thighs squeeze around his head.

He never did break eye contact, even as you squeezed your thighs so tightly around him, you almost suffocated him. A scream left your throat as an unexpected orgasm was ripped from you, his fingers curling up inside you as they fucked out your high.

You had never cummed so hard from getting head before. Hell, you weren't even sure if you had ever come before, just from someone eating you out.

Once your thighs fell limp on his shoulders, Jesse lifted himself up. "Stay on the bed, but get on your knees." he ordered and you complied without a sound. You knew what was coming next, and you couldn't wait to feel him heavy against your tongue.

"Atta girl." Jesse slapped your cheek softly in praise. You watched silently, as he moved to unbuckle his belt, then quickly undo his jeans. They fell on the floor with a soft thump, along with his underwear.

You swore your mouth was watering at the sight of Jesse's cock, and even if it was concealed by the cotton fabric of his boxer briefs; it was obvious he was well endowed. Without waiting another command from him, you moved to remove his underwear, and all you could do was moan at the sight of his cock springing free. His tip swollen and pink.

"Fuck." you moaned and opened your mouth to take him in. His hand messily grabbed your hair into a ponytail, and guided your head on his cock. Jesse groaned you took the tip in, a string of curses following suit. You looked up at him, moving your head to take him further into your mouth, your tongue laid out flat on the underside of his dick.

Jesse threw his head back, your mouth was so soft at warm, he wanted to fill you up to the point you would be choking around his dick. And so he pushed your head further down, his cock twitching the moment you gagged softly around him. He kept pushing your head, until your nose bumped against his pelvic bone. With a pull on your ponytail, he pushed your head back and watched as you gasped for air.

He let you take in three deep breaths before he pushed your head on his cock again and began pushing him self down your throat. Tears began to brim around your eyes as you choked and struggled for breath around his length, and Jesse smiled when your gazes locked.

"Love it when you choke on it, like a dirty slut." he spat, before pushing halfway through to let you take another deep breath, before he started picking up his pace. The tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat and you couldn't help but moan, sending vibrations around his dick. Jesse couldn't also help but groan at the sensation, if he continued fucking your mouth like this, he was gonna let it all down your throat.

And although as much as he loved your mouth right now, he really wanted to see how you felt around him. Grabbing you again by your hair, he pulled you of his cock and ordered for you to turn around, and scoot up on the bed. You felt the mattress dip when he climbed up behind you.

Jesse grabbed the base of his cock, moving it to drag along your folds, gathering up all of your slick and coating his dick with it. He kept teasing your entrance with his tip, and you whined softly beneath him. With a wiggle of your hips, you pushed back, feeling the tip slip in.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So," Jesse scolded softly, "fucking," he groaned when he pushed the entirety of his length into your wetness. "impatient." he finished his sentence once he bottomed out inside of you. His balls grazed your clit lightly, you were arched so perfectly for him, he was hitting all the right spots.

He moved to position himself, lifting one knee up, for better leverage and grabbed a fistful of your hair once more. His fingers curled tightly around the roots, sending a sweet and pleasurable wave of pain to your core, one that had you moaning.

That's all Jesse needed to hear and he began to mercilessly pound his hips into you. He pulled your head back by your hair, and you screamed as he had his way with you.

"You're so big." you moaned and his grip on your hair tightened.

"You take me so well." Jesse praised and moved his head down, his lips on level with your ear. "Taking my cock like a little slut." And with that he roughly let go of your head and you fell face first into the mattress.

In this position, your arch deepened causing him to fuck deeper into you. You felt the weight of his hand pressing down on your head and you screamed into the mattress when his pace grew quicker and harder.

In that moment, you were so thankful your house was a bit secluded; you wouldn't want to worry any neighbors with the way Jesse had you screaming. You felt the bed groan and creak and you thought it was going to give out beneath you.

Jesse abruptly pulled out of you and you whined at the loss of his dick, you felt so incredibly empty without him. With one swift movement, he flipped you over onto your back, his hand moving around your throat, just beneath your jawline.

"I want to look at your face when you cum." he said and squeezed your throat. He moved to push your legs above his shoulders, fucking into you so deep, it had you seeing stars.

His skin slapped agains yours, your wet pussy making lewd sounds around his cock. Jesse's hand squeezed your neck, pushing all the air out from your throat. His hips never once faltered, his pace steady against yours.

"Just like that." he cooed, watching your eyes roll back into your head at the lack of air, and just when you began clenching around him, he released his grip.

"Fuck!" you screamed, your head digging back into the mattress. The tight cord in your core snapped, and it had you clenching and gushing all over him.

Jesse smiled down at you, proud at how hard he had just made you cum. He kept fucking into you, prolonging your orgasm as he chased his own. His balls tightened while they slapped against your swollen cunt - he was close. He quickly pulled out and with two pumps, he came all over your stomach with a long throaty moan, painting you with his cum.

You were both heaving, now laying next to each other, not saying a word. It was Jesse who broke the silence, he turned to look at you with a wolfish grin.

"Seems pretty sturdy to me."

[drabbles-mc]

Pick-Up

Jesse Pinkman & Ignacio "Nacho" Varga

For @narcosfandomdiscord Book of Near Misses: fanwork with two characters from the same show who have never met

Warnings: 18+, language, no plot just vibes

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: do you ever think about the fact that these two never got to meet? because i sure do!!!!!! i feel like there is more down the line that i would like to do with these two in a different story. but for now there's this! also my first time ever writing for Jesse so 🫡

“Yo!” Jesse banged on the safehouse door. “Open up!”

He didn’t hear anyone calling back to him, didn’t hear any movement from the other side of the door at all. Letting out a deep sigh, he started to make his way around the house. All of the curtains were covering the windows, all the locks on them secured. The only car in the driveway was his own, and for a moment Jesse couldn’t help but to think that maybe Mike had sent him off on some sort of wild goose chase. Punishment for whatever he’d done most recently that had annoyed him.

When he wound up back at the front door again, Jesse was about to turn around and walk off. He’d been through enough bouts of hazing and pointless trips. What he didn’t want, though, was to get into deeper trouble because he didn’t do what he was supposed to. There was still always the off-chance that this was all legit.

Standing halfway between the front door and the car, Jesse took out his phone and dialed one of the four numbers that were programmed into it. Bringing the phone up to his ear, he let it ring. His shoulders slumped, head tilting back as he waited to be sent to voicemail, to a voicemail box that probably wouldn’t even let him leave a message.

“What?” Mike’s voice came through on the other end of the line, as unamused as he ever was.

“Did you even send me to the right place?” Jesse asked.

“Did you go to the right place?” he rebutted.

Jesse rolled his eyes, able to picture perfectly Mike’s expression even though the two of them were miles and miles away from each other. “I think I can match a house number and a street name.”

“Okay, then, you’re in the right spot.”

“Does your guy know I’m coming, then? Because I’m out here banging on the door and—”

“Did you really think that banging on the door was the best course of action? For a man that’s currently a fugitive and on the run from—”

“Alright, alright. So,” Jesse shrugged, “what, then?”

“There’s a number in your phone that you’ve never had to call before.” He paused, a meaningful silence that lasted just long enough for Jesse to put two and two together on his own. “Call it.”

Jesse opened his mouth to respond, something along the lines of, “How was I supposed to know?” or “Why wasn’t that part of the directions?” But before he could say anything the line went dead. He huffed before navigating his way through the umpteenth flip phone that he’d had and gone through.

He hovered over the contact saved into his phone as only NV. He looked back up at the windows on the front of the house, hoping to catch some movement in the curtains and getting nothing. Finally, he hit the dial button.

When the person on the other end of the line answered, they didn’t say anything. Jesse could hear the faint waves of static, but no breathing, no voice. “Look, I’m gonna wait out here for five more minutes and then I’m turning around and going home. I’m only out here because Mike—”

“Mike sent you?” the man on the other end of the line finally spoke up at the sound of a familiar name.

“Yeah,” Jesse said, rolling his eyes. “Sent me because he’s too busy doing other shit, I guess.” He paused, waited for the man to say something else, and when he didn’t, he said, “Four minutes, dude.”

Jesse waited for a response but it never came. Once more he was faced with a dead phone line and he briefly wondered if there would ever be a time in his life again when people actually gave him a response of some kind before hanging up. A simple “Got it” or “Thanks” would work in lieu of a real goodbye, but he never seemed to get anything these days.

He stood there and continued to stare at the front of the house. He watched the windows, the curtains still not showing any kind of movement. He wasn’t really close enough to hear the sounds of any scuffling around inside but he still strained an ear just in case. Another minute had almost ticked by, which never really felt like a long time until Jesse was standing aimlessly in someone’s driveway, and the front door still hadn’t opened.

Finally hitting the point where he felt like he’d either been set up for failure, or was about to fall into some sort of trap, Jesse shook his head and mumbled a quiet, “Fuck this,” to himself before continuing the trek back to the car.

Just as his fingers wrapped around the handle of the car door, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning in the direction of it, he saw a man walking out from behind the house. He had a bag slung over one shoulder, and a gun clutched with both hands pointed at the ground. Jesse’s face scrunched in confusion as much at the gun as at the state of the man in general.

Mike hadn’t told him much of anything about the errand that he was on, which was typical. He definitely hadn’t given Jesse a description of the person that he was supposed to be transporting which, looking back on it seemed like just as much of a security measure as it was a liability but there was nothing that he was ever going to be able to do about that.

Whoever this guy was, he certainly wasn’t dressed like a man on the run with the exception of the gun in his hands. He didn’t fit the bill for a guy who had been hiding out in a safehouse for who knows how long. Even though his shirt was dingy and wrinkled now, Jesse could see that on a better day, it was nicer than anything that was in his own closet. The boots on his feet weren’t the kind made for the types of treks they would most likely find themselves on.

There was no shortage to the number of comments that crossed Jesse’s mind to make as the man walked closer to him. The one he settled on, however, was emphasized with a perplexed look as he said, “Dude, what are you doing?”

The man mirrored his expression, though there was more annoyance etched into his features than Jesse’s. “What?”

Jesse nodded towards the gun that he was holding. “What are you doing? It’s just,” he held his hands out, gesturing to the space around the two of them, “just us. Gonna pop your ride out of here?”

He kept both hands on the gun still, however the muscles in his arms lost a little bit of their tension. “If you’re my ride,” he said, giving Jesse a pointed once-over as he did, “then yeah, sorry if I don’t wanna just take my chances.”

“You think Mike would send me all the way out here just to—”

“Even if you’re not here to kill me, I don’t exactly trust that you’re gonna be able to stop someone else who wants to,” he explained. He didn’t want to say it, but he also wouldn’t put it past Mike or anyone in their business to send someone all the way out to where he was just to get rid of him. Whoever this kid was that Mike sent didn’t seem like the kind of guy he’d send for that kind of job, but he knew better now than to say things like never.

Jesse rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” Finally reaching and pulling the door open, he said, “Get in. Or don’t.”

Jesse had hardly sat down in the driver’s seat before turning the car back on. He was half-expecting whoever this guy was to turn around and walk back towards the house. Jesse wouldn’t have stopped him. Leaning across the console, Jesse stared out through the passenger window to see what the guy was doing, and found him doing another scan around them before finally opening the door and getting inside.

He watched the man as he set his bag on the floor between his feet. Jesse contemplated offering for him to throw it in the back seat, but the gun still being held in one of the guy’s hands was telling Jesse that the level of trust probably wasn’t quite there yet.

“Jesse,” he said as he shifted to reverse.

“What?”

Jesse looked at him before continuing on to look over his shoulder to back out of the crumbling driveway. “My name is Jesse. This is, you know,” he put the car into drive, “the part where you tell me who you are, what makes you so special.”

He stared at Jesse skeptically for a moment as he started off down the road. The car rattled slightly, filing what would’ve been deafening silence otherwise. He sat and he stared until Jesse turned to give him a quick glance before locking back onto the road. “Dude, it’s gonna be a long-ass drive if you’re just gonna sit there and stare at me in silence.”

He narrowed his eyes just slightly before finally saying, “Nacho.”

The chuckle that Jesse let out at that was reflexive. It was far from the strangest nickname he’d heard, and given the circles that he’d found himself running in lately he should know better than to laugh. But he couldn’t stop himself. He shook his head slightly as he reined in the other laughs that wanted to sneak their way out, an undeniable smirk on his face.

“Nacho,” he repeated with emphasis that was only amusing to him, “right on, yo.”

Jesse sat and waited for another moment longer, wondering if Nacho was going to have anything to say in response to that. He wasn’t looking for the guy’s life story, but he was wondering if Nacho was going to divulge anything about why they were in their current situation. Maybe even say how he knew Mike, or why Mike gave enough of a crap about him to have someone go out and fetch him, but didn’t give so much of a crap to come out and rescue Nacho himself. He’d settle for anything, but as Nacho settled back in his seat, gun still in his lap, Jesse knew that he wasn’t going to get any information that he didn’t pry or dig for.

“Right,” Jesse muttered under his breath. Not wanting to just listen to the rattling of the car on the road, and since his temporary partner didn’t seem to have anything to say, Jesse reached and turned the radio on to fill the void.

Music blared from the speakers for about forty seconds before Nacho shook his head and reached forward to shut it off. Nacho scoffed at the noise, and Jesse rolled his eyes at the lack of it.

Silence persisted for another minute or two before Jesse started to improvise, drumming his hands on the steering wheel. The rhythm didn’t feel familiar to Nacho, and he wondered if Jesse even had something in mind or if it was just stream of consciousness at this point. Nacho turned and looked at him as he drove and decided that there was no forethought happening there.

“Turn it back on,” Nacho finally said with a shake of his head.

“What?” Jesse asked, looking over at the man in the passenger seat.

“The radio.” He leaned so that his elbow was propped on the tiny ledge built into the car door. “Turn it back on,” he repeated as he propped his chin in his hand that wasn’t holding onto the gun.

Jesse rolled his eyes but he did as instructed, just glad to have something aside from his own thoughts to listen to. “Alright.” With both hands back on the wheel, he still found himself tapping his thumbs against it but it wasn’t audible. Eyes still trained on the road, he said, “Should’ve known that Mike wasn’t sending me to pick up anyone fun.”

“I—”

“If you’re looking for fun I think you’re looking in…the worst places possible.”

The sound Jesse made next wasn’t quite a chuckle, just that short, sharp exhale through his nose to prove that he’d heard and understood what Nacho was saying whether or not he agreed with it. Something about the response made it all click for him in a way, why Mike had sent Jesse out to the middle of nowhere to pick this guy up. Nacho might not have been in the divulging mood, probably wouldn’t ever be based on what Jesse had seen so far, but he didn’t need to know anything else to see how the web tangled itself together.

Leaning back in the driver’s seat, Jesse reached to turn the volume up two more notches before letting his hand fall onto the center console instead of back on the steering wheel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nacho give another shake of his head, but neither of them said anything to the other. The ends of Jesse’s mouth curled upwards as he continued on down the road, preparing for a long, quiet drive back home.

[monkeybebop]

T BOY SWAG, BITCH!!!

Drew this eons ago, can’t believe I never posted it here.

You can’t sit here and lie to me saying Jesse Pinkman is cis, sorry he is OOZING T boy swag.

[rynnthefangirl]

The Breaking Bad universe is top tier because it consists of rich, poignant, beautiful dramas starring the absolute silliest men you have ever seen in your entire life.

[numberonejeanshipper]

because i love you

a/n: hi! I wasn’t feeling the best the past few weeks so I wrote a little something from it! I haven’t wrote in a while so I apologize if this isn’t super great and there’s mistakes. this also takes place before saw & breaking bad, they’re in their early 20s and are “close friends”. (I added some references too hehe) edit: I wrote this also before everything that’s been happening so I hope in someway this makes others feel maybe a bit better <3

warnings: some mentioning of gender dysphoria (it’s nothing too in depth), two guys are naked in a tub but nothing sexual happens, there’s also a small mention about religion but nothing too heavy, some depression themes too.

adam isn’t feeling the best about his body as he tries to take a bath, jesse comforts him.

It was the evening as the sky darkened, everything outside seemed to be the same. The same cars going in and out of homes, the same neighbors partying or sleeping, the same dogs barking, it was all the same. The world seemed to continue as if nothing wrong was happening. It was cruel that way, but it’s always been that way Adam thought.

Adam sat in the bathtub in the apartment complex he and Jesse had rented, it wasn’t much but it was all they could afford. They, meaning Jesse and Adam, who moved out from their crappy homes and lived together. Paycheck to paycheck.

It was on the third floor, it was always so busy and occupied, it had the cheapest rooms. The floor always reeked of weed and other stenches, alongside the strange stains on the walls. They both did what they could, that’s what was Jesse’s view on things.

The dark brunette sat in the now cold water, he was originally supposed to just shower but even that was a chore for him. He looked down at the soapy water, the coldness always made him uncomfortable. He already had a naturally cold body, according to Jesse at least. Even with the soapy water he could see his skinny body, he immediately felt a wave of discomfort.

‘Why did he have to look the way he did?’

‘Why was he born into this body?’

‘Is he forever stuck this way?’

He felt those thoughts take over his mind and he didn't even realize he was having a panic attack. Small drops of water from his eyes dropped into the tub making a soft ‘plop’ noise. He was breathing so heavily, he had to cover his mouth. With his shaky pale hand, he stifled his soft sobs hoping Jesse didn’t hear.

He did.

Jesse turned the volume down on the alternative radio station Adam loved so much. He wore a thrifted shirt he’s been stuck with all day, it was orange and had a jack o’ lantern face on it. He was just about to make dinner, mac n’ cheese. He heard faint sniffles from the bathroom and felt the hair on the back of his neck stiffen. He walked towards the bathroom door, his footsteps quiet from his dirty socks. The brunette’s eyebrows knitted into a nervous expression as he gently knocked.

“Yo, Ads you okay?” He said softly, his eyes lowered seeing the bathroom light hoping to see some movement from the shadows.

Adam froze.

He didn’t know what to do or say, either way Jesse knew something was wrong or was going to find out one way or another. He bites his lip hard, and swallows.

“I-I’m fine.”

Shit, his voice cracked.

“Dude no you’re not, can I come in?” He says, gripping his hair anxiously.

Adam let out a soft hum, Jesse immediately turned the knob and went in.

“What…”

His voice trailed when he saw the man in the bathtub sniffling, his hair had dried from how long he’s been in there, however his face was damp from his salty tears. The ends of his hair were slightly wet, his hair had recently been cut by Jesse after Adam’s friend, Scott Tibbs, fucked it up last time.

Jesse’s cut wasn’t any better but he tried.

Anything involving Adam he gave it his all, he’d put more effort into him than his classes.

“What happened?” He cautiously approached him, he wasn’t scared of him but he hoped it didn’t make the other man nervous. Jesse just didn’t want to just jump out and hold him, as bad as he wanted to.

Adam looked up with his dark wet eyes that resembled an innocent lamb.

“Nothing I... I got shampoo in my eyes- I’m such a idiot-”

“Yo, I know you’re lying, and you are not an idiot.”

He says softly, his blue eyes looking at him. He crouched down to the tub placing his hand on the sides. Adam looked at him and saw the gears in his head turning, he was planning something.

“Alright, that’s it- I’m going in.”

“Wait-!”

Jesse was about to reach for his shirt and stopped. He immediately cursed at himself for potentially making Adam uncomfortable. He panics as he quickly speaks.

“I don’t have to.. I just-”

“No no, don’t worry man I wanted to make space. Can’t let you just dive in with me hogging up the space with my lanky legs.” Adam quipped, even if he wasn’t completely himself he would crack jokes. He scoots a little towards the bathroom wall in the tub, making some space.

“You can, uh, go in now.”

Jesse grinned and started taking off his clothes and stepping in the tub. He flinched from the coolness of the water when he dipped his toe in. He settled down next to the man and smiled softly. It wasn’t rare for them to do this, they often bathed together and did things friends don’t normally do. They've seen each other naked before and like to explore one another’s bodies. It was comforting for the both of them, especially since they both shared similar body types. Neither of them really saw it inherently sexual either, they saw one another as people.

“Damn, it’s cold in here you must be freezing! You’re gonna die Adam.”

Adam licked his lips nervously as Jesse leaned to turn the faucet on draining the cold water. Adam wasn’t uncomfortable at all, he was with Jesse, someone he loved…

A lot.

He glances up at him, the light brown haired man smiled like he was a golden retriever puppy.

“Alright, so what’s going on my man?”

Jesse was about to scoot before he stopped.

“Uh, you want me to come closer by the way? I just wanna… make sure you’re okay.”

“Y-Yeah… I’m cold anyways heh.” Adam says shakily as Jesse scooted next to him in the small cramped tub, their legs touched. If they were dry, Adam would have commented on Jesse’s leg hair tickling him as if he didn’t do the same to him.

Jesse gazed at Adam as if he was the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on.

He looked at him more than a friend. He saw him as the wonderful person he truly was. Jesse never thought too much of it when he would admire Adam, he just adored him so much.

“What’s up yo? C’monnn, you can tell me, we share everything.” Jesse said with a smile, Adam couldn’t lie to him.

He sucked at lying.

“I just… okay. I’ve been just thinking about… ugh this is gonna sound so stupid and girly-”

“Hey, nothin’ wrong with that.” Jesse says with a soft voice, noticing how Adam’s body curled inward, his back slouched and he brought his legs to his chest. It was almost as if he was hiding himself from Jesse, or maybe society, maybe the world.

“I just… I…”

His lips trembled, his eyes watered.

“I hate this body I was born into, I hate it so much… What happened to me?”

Jesse softened, he’s had his fair share of dysphoric moments himself. He questioned himself multiple times, wondering if this is what he wanted.

To be a man.

Could he even live to be like one?

To pass as one?

Jesse and Adam knew one another more than the back of their own hands. Jesse was right, they shared so much together, sometimes too much. Either it’s their smoke sessions late at night, or times where it’s the two of them at some abandoned parking lot, often they were emotionally vulnerable moments like these.

Adam remembers when they first came out together, how scared he was to tell his best friend the truth. Jesse was masking his own anxiety, afraid Adam would leave him.

They both couldn’t bear the thought.

Once they revealed it to each other, they were shocked… it’s not every day in the late 90s you meet a man who’s like you.

Not just bodily, but personality wise too.

It was almost like they were soulmates or something like that.

“Nothing happened, I mean- you realized the person you want to be… Adam. You realized who you want to be that’s… that’s what happened. You’re like reborn or somethin’… we-we both know it… we both know we’re something more…”

Jesse says softly, almost whispering even though it was just them, Adam looks up into his eyes then down at their hips that were pressed together. Quite literally attached to the hip.

Adam shook his head, sinking down.

“I feel so trapped I know we don’t have the money, it’s not your fault-”

“It ain’t yours either, we’re doing what we can, I mean look at us. We’re finally away from our crappy parents, this is what we worked for.”

Jesse says with a hopeful smile, he had so much innocence and optimism.

“Jesse.”

Adam squishes away the water moving slowly back and forth, he turns off the faucet and clogs the drain. The air conditioner was still softly humming.

“Adam.”

Jesse replied with a smile, Adam bit back a smile.

The pale man turned around, the warm water surrounding them squished. The light brunette reaches over towards the side of the tub and grabs the shampoo bottle. Not too long ago when they moved they went shopping, attempting to better take care of themselves. He squeezed some shampoo into his hands and gently placed it on Adam’s hair, he felt him flinch a bit. Jesse scooted a little, hesitant to press himself against his back. Adam leaned against him, their warm bodies reunite and mold together perfectly.

“You okay dude?”

“Mhm.”

Jesse nods and lightly massages the other’s head with his fingers making his hair soapy. Adam’s eyes fluttered closed, as his throat softly let out a low hum. Jesse smiled wider, admiring how handsome his friend was once again. He adds a bit of conditioner from the bottle and starts untangling his hair, brushing it out. It smelled like pine, it smelled like a man.

“I’ll make some food afterwards, okay? We can watch that show you love… with the baking? O-Or a movie.” He says softly, he didn’t mean to stutter or sounded like he was desperate for some sort of approval. He just hoped this comforted Adam in some way, hoping that if he showed how much he cared and loved him, he would feel better.

“Thanks, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Jesse quickly responds, continuing brushing out his dark hair. It was always so soft, it felt so comforting against his fingers. He reaches towards a nearby cup filling it with warm water.

“I’m gonna pour it okay?”

Adam nods and he shuts his eyes as Jesse slowly pours the water onto his hair. The water ran down his hair, his bangs clung onto his forehead. Jesse giggled at how much he resembles a cat in a way, or maybe a puppy. He reaches for a cloth and the bar of soap and starts washing his body gently.

Adam was quiet. After he washes him off he speaks up, turning around.

“Y’know… Jess, I’m… I’m serious I… I’m just… I see so much shit on the news about just…”

He reached to grip his hair that was starting to dry a bit, Jesse knew what he was referencing.

He didn’t have to say anything, he knew.

He shakily inhaled.

“I know it’s scary, fuck I wish we could just… go to like a magical place that we can just be like, ourselves y’know? We won’t have to worry about being born the way we are, the way we want to be, and the people we love. Like maybe we can live in some.. desert or mountains or something…”

Jesse rambled and didn’t notice Adam was softly crying. Jesse immediately shuts up and freaks out, his whole face softened trying to hide his anxiety.

“Adam- shit-shit…” He whispered, he slowly got closer to him, yearning to hug him- to hold him.

Adam lifts his head.

“Jesse… am I… a mistake?”

The air conditioner stopped blowing cool air, it was quiet.

Jesse’s blue hopeful eyes contrasted with Adam’s dark-green pessimistic eyes. Jesse loved it when his orbs would light up the room or when it squinted when he laughed.

He loves his laugh.

He gazed at his watery dark eyes, it made his heart ache.

“A mis… w-where’d you hear that from?”

He was stunned, but wasn’t angry at him, he could never be angry.

Who told him that?

Why would Adam think of such a concept?

Adam stayed silent, looking down and ashamed for even speaking up.

“Shit, I didn’t.. mean it like that I…”

Their legs brush, he never took his eyes off of him.

“Adam, you are not a mistake, not at all.”

“Am I God’s mistake?”

Adam asked, his voice and hands trembled.

Jesse immediately holds the back of his head with one hand the other cupping his cheek.

Their eyes locked.

“Why did God make me this way…?”

He sniffled as his salty tears streaked down his face, his nose red, his eyes puffy.

The two grew up in a somewhat religious household, nothing extreme, but they’d go to church. It was expected of them to believe certain things. They knew how people and their own parents felt about people like them.

Jesse swallowed, his own eyes, tearing up.

“Adam you’re… you’re not God’s mistake.”

“Why did this have to happen to me…?”

His eyes closed as he pleaded.

“There’s a reason, there’s a reason why we are born into these lives, a reason why we met and-and we’re together… right? No- no, no I know, I know this is like some destiny shit, I know it- I know it Adam.”

He says shakily, his fingers curl around the other’s dark brown hair. The bathroom’s crappy lighting made it look black. Adam’s eyes opened as he spoke, he slowly extended his hand into Jesse’s light brown hair, he gripped onto it.

“We… this… is this some destiny shit?”

He says shaking, their mouths were inches away. They were breathing the same air into one another, like it was life support, as if they were dying.

If they were dying, this was their rebirth.

“Yeah- yeah like, I know it. I know that… like how I know that I love you.”

He says with a little smile, he looked at Adam whose lips slowly curled into a small smile as well.

The two often said how much they loved one another, as if it was second nature.

They would say it like how friends did, at least that’s what they convinced themselves.

But they weren’t just friends though, they both knew that it was different this time.

“I love you too, I hope you’re right.”

“Fuck yeah I know I’m right.”

Jesse smiled wider, relaxing, he pulled the hand away from his cheek and slowly down his arm. Adam watched as his eyes followed, then softly spoke up again.

“Lemme wash you next okay?”

Jesse’s cheeks were hurting (and blushing) by how much he was smiling because of this man.

“Wh- Really?! Thank you Addy!”

He exclaimed and gripped on his body, silently begging to hold him.

“You can hug me, you don’t have to ask Jess.”

Adam says with a grin.

“God- thank you I mean- I just wanted you to feel comfortable and stuff…”

He lets out a faint chuckle before closing the gaps in their flushed bodies. Adam melted in seconds, immediately pulling him close and unexpectedly, making Jesse stumble backwards.

The water softly moved back and forth before settling back and then it was still.

The brunette felt the other’s heart race fast, their chests pressed against one another but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… grounding in a way.

As if it was a reminder that they were both there, alive. Their heart beats a reminder.

The two held one another like a lifeline.

The water was almost drained as Adam was now getting dried off by Jesse (who insisted on taking care of him), making the darker haired man blush a bit. Jesse was always so kind, it’s one of the traits Adam admired so much about him.

He always viewed himself as angry and bitter at times, Jesse never saw him in such a way… he saw the funny and soft side of Adam.

The side where he would care for the stray cats on the streets, the side where he would make meals for Jesse (and unfortunately at times forgetting himself), the side where he'd lend his clothes for Jesse when he felt insecure, the side where he’d hold him close and his lips brush against his…

“…Jess?”

“Yeah?”

Jesse perked up giving him his full attention, he had those puppy dog eyes.

Adam chuckled, ruffling his soft hair that was mostly dry.

“I was talking about Deftones and Korn possibly touring soon.”

“Ah- sorry I blanked out man. I didn’t mean it, honest.” Jesse sheepishly smiled, Adam smiled back showing nothing but love for him.

“I know, silly.”

He unwrapped the towel that was on his body, and draped it around the two of them. He leaned down pressing his forehead against his.

“You’re cold.” Adam says in a quiet voice, noticing the goosebumps on his arm.

His eyes trailing to his hand tattoo he recently got, then back to his eyes. Jesse looked back in awe and smiled, scooting more and his arms wrapped around him. Adam grinned and spoke up.

“So about that movie…”

“Dude of course, not even a question my guy.” Jesse grinned back and brought the towel to his hair ruffling it. Adam laughed and quickly did the same causing their hair to get all fuzzy and tangled.

Jesse slipped into a, hopefully clean, shirt of Adam’s that had the album cover of “Siamese Dream” from Smashing Pumpkins. He finished putting on some boxers, looking down at Adam who immediately plopped on the bed sighing softly.

He was wearing Jesse’s shirt, at least he thinks it is, they can’t tell at times. It was black and had a skull graphic with patterns on it.

The two were the same height so they just wore one another’s clothes often, and also to save money. It also felt comforting, like they were always with one another…

Adam stretched like a cat before yawning, scratching his stomach as Jesse giggled.

The brunette dims the light on their lamp a bit before sliding next to Adam. He wrapped his arms around him, spooning him. The two men cuddled always, they were both quite the touch starved pair. Adam absolutely loved it, it helped calm him down and made him feel loved, he didn’t care if Scott thought it was gay. He has a hunch he’s just jealous.

Jesse’s friends never seemed to notice or cared too much, not in a bad way, but they’re just chill like that and it helped that they all liked Adam. He could recall the time Badger walked in on them cuddling once, not realizing how close they were. He didn’t even comment on it and just claimed he was looking for a snack, it was a funny memory looking back on it.

Jesse leaned his cheek against Adam, brushing against his skin softly exhaling. His hand on his waist, the other on his stomach. Adam reached for his hand, their fingers intertwined.

“Adam?”

Adam’s eyes looked over and smiled, he shifted to wrap his arms around him, nuzzling his face into his neck. Their limbs were all tangled now and were just pressed against together.

“Jesse.”

The two giggle, Adam pulls away and Jesse cups his cheek rubbing small circles on it.

“I love you so much, I love you, I know how weird it sounds-”

“No- no it’s not weird man, it’s not weird at all, I love you too.”

Jesse holds him close, Adam returns the embrace.

“You’ll… always love me, no matter what, right? Even if I’m not a real man?”

“You are a real man. You’ll always be my man, okay?” Jesse kisses his forehead softly, Adam blushes lightly.

”You’ll always be my man too.”

They both grinned, as their lips met once again.

[j-nor]

I care so much about the way Jesses character grapples with the implications of morality like Jesus Christ ohh my god. He killed people. He ruined lives. Is he good? No. Yes? It depends what you mean when you ask that. Can this ever be undone? No. No. Can this ever be justified? Maybe. Only by you. Does that matter? Only by your will. Oh my god.

[el-michoacano]

The best Breaking Bad AU is the one where Gus killed Walt out in the desert and claimed Jesse for himself 💖

[tall-tree-tales]

[depressopax]

Jesse Pinkman NSFW headcanons

Pairing: Jesse x gn!reader Genre: Smut SFW version + relationship headcanons can be found here! Warning(s): Breaking bad spoilers! Sexual content, Words: 661 Summary: Being in a relationship with Jesse Pinkman would include... Keep in mind english is not my first language. If I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! :)

He’s a switch. Likes being in charge, but loves being submissive and having someone take care of him.

He is always prepared. He probably has a drawer of condoms and lube.

Maybe toys, too… 

I feel like Jesse has a praising kink. Call him a “good boy”, and he’s all yours. 

He also loves dirty talking. Even if it's cheesy or “cringe”, he likes it when you tell him he’s big, or when you tell him how much you need his cock. Jesse also loves dirty talking with you, telling you how good you are for him, that you are sexy, and he will whisper all the naughty things he’s gonna do to you.  

He likes to take his time with his partner. 

Enjoys the before and after as much as he likes the sex. 

When it comes to oral… Honestly? He prefers receiving. 

If he’s stressed from work, he would just like to lean back and have you take care of him. 

He’d have you on your knees, between his legs, working your lips over his length as he leans back and smokes a cigarette or drinks a beer. 

It’s just the best stress relief ever. 

And he thinks you look so damn hot when giving him heads. 

 Jesse just admires your face and the seeing you turn into a drooling mess, especially when you have tears in your eyes from the work you put in. 

EYE CONTACT.

…Look at him as you suck him off. He’ll go crazy from pleasure. 

He doesn’t really care about how he comes across when receiving oral. Jesse would probably whimper, beg and moan your name.

This would be an opportunity for you to totally take charge. Just tease and edge him a bit, and he’ll be under your spell. 

Jesse would probably try to not climax too quickly during sex, but when you suck him off, he can barely control it. He would cum hard, and fast. 

Giving oral is such a turn on for him.

He could spend hours between your legs (and probably would, too.)

Your moans are like music to his ears.

And he just loves how you taste, and would not be shy to tell you so.

He likes eye contact when receiving, but also when giving. He wants all of your attention. 

Seeing you in pure ecstasy is a turn on.

And the fact that he can make you cum by only using his mouth is enough to make him go crazy. 

It boosts his ego lol

He would brag about it and tease you about it every moment he gets.

He is very handsy in bed. His hands are everywhere, all at once. He likes touching your chest, neck and throat, hips and thighs, and of course your private region.

Jesse could probably spend hours just exploring your naked skin with his hands.

He takes his time to prepare you before taking you. 

Your comfort would be his priority, although he might be a bit selfish in the heat of the moment. 

Therefore, he prefers sex to be slow and passionate, but doesn’t mind being fast and rough if you’re into that. 

He especially prefers being rough when he’s stressed or angry, just taking out all frustration in the bedroom with some fast and sloppy lovemaking. 

He makes sure you’re satisfied and that you cum. He wants you to enjoy yourself. 

He’s careful to always use condoms, no matter what type of relationship you’re in. If you want it another way, you would have to convince him to do so. 

AFTERCARE KING <3 

Doesn’t matter if he’s the dominant or submissive one, he will pamper you either way. 

But he also expects the same treatment if you’re rough with him. 

He can be very needy after sex, and loves being taken care of.

Afterwards, he will cuddle up next to you, whisper sweet words and fall asleep with you in his arms. 

“I love you, y/n…”

*sobs* I need a Jesse in my life bruh

[kylejsugarman]

i wonder if as mike sat there bleeding out from the world's pettiest gunshot wound, he felt a pang of regret for jesse not just because he was leaving the kid alone with walter white and no more buffer for that abusive relationship but because he wouldnt be able to let jesse know what happened. he's smart enough to know that walt is just going to cover this encounter up and never tell the truth about mike's death, which only bothers him because jesse deserves to know that mike didnt abandon him. mike didnt walk out on him. mike didnt give up on him. mike sits there dying and thinks of jesse waiting at his living room window for mike to pull up to the curb and collect him for some work errand. waiting for him. a child sitting on the soccer field after practice, watching the sun fall lower in the sky and realizing that no ride is coming to pick them up. unwanted, forgotten. mike dies before he can reach the field and jesse never learns that in his final moments, mike wanted to tell him "i would never leave you behind."

[krishhh15]

Once upon a time, we used to express and convey our love and feelings on paper with long paragraphs and songs, to feel them both physically and emotionally. Now, technology has made it so damn digital that we share our feelings with mere emojis and memes. How dumb!!!!