#Jesse pinkman oneshot

[ichorai]

sunlight ; jesse pinkman.

track thirteen of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; jesse pinkman x gn!reader

synopsis ; yellow was not a color he often saw in alaska. that was, until you came into his life.

words ; 4.2k

themes ; fluff, angst, slice of life, writer au

warnings / includes ; breaking bad & el camino spoilers, mentions of death/walter/drugs/the nazi group that imprisoned him, jesse is just Traumatized, reader is a sweetheart, jesse befriends a Cat <3

main masterlist.

The color yellow often resurfaced bad memories of his past. Yellow were the hazmat suits he wore with Walt when they cooked meth. Yellow were Jane’s bed sheets when she overdosed right next to him. Yellow were the broiling sands of New Mexico—a place he once called home.

Now that he was in Alaska, yellow was a color he scarcely ever saw. And for that he was glad. Mostly, it was white. With snow—with clouds. Maybe a dash of brown and grey here and there, alongside the occasional green once in a while. 

It was quiet. Peaceful.

After everything, a bit of peace was all that Jesse needed.

That is, until you came along.

The first time he met you, you were decked out in an array of soft canary-hued clothes, certainly a sight that he wasn’t expecting at all. You were smiling brightly, so wide that it was a wonder your face hadn’t split into two. There was a basket in your hands, which held nothing other than around a dozen ripe lemons. 

“Urm, hello?” Jesse hesitantly greeted, opening the door wider. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Sorry for dropping by all of a sudden—I live around five minutes away, and there’s barely anybody that lives near me other than grouchy old Bob, so when I found out someone had moved into this shabby little cabin, I just couldn’t help but stop by! Here, I got you a little house-warming gift. I hope you like lemons!” You held the basket out to him, still beaming ever so kindly.

Awkward, Jesse took the lemons from you, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ah, thanks. I’m Jared. Jared Driscoll.”

“Well, it’s really nice to meet you, Jared. Hope it’s not weird for me to say that it’s great to see a young face around,” you told him, rocking back on your heels. “Most people living around here are over sixty.”

Memories of Walter, Saul, and Mike flashed in the back of his mind, and he could nearly feel the physical pressure weighing down on his chest. He squared his jaw and pushed the thoughts away.

“Yeah,” replied Jesse, nodding. “Thanks again, for, uhm, these.”

He was just about to shut the door again, mentally smacking himself for being so tongue-tied, before you gently asked, “If you’re not doing anything tonight, I’d love to have you over for dinner. No pressure, though, I’d totally understand if you’d want to settle in first.”

No, was right on the tip of his tongue. No thanks, I’m a little busy with unpacking my stuff. I mean, I don’t have any stuff, but you don’t need to know that.

But the words caught in his throat. You looked so hopeful, your hands clasped behind you and your eyes wide with excitement. You were still smiling—how were you still smiling? His eyes darted down to your yellow cardigan rustling with the frigid Alaskan wind. 

“Uhm, alright,” he replied, shooting you a tight smile that came off more like an uncomfortable grimace than anything, but at least he was trying. 

Somehow, you seemed to brighten even more at his response. 

“Cool, is seven okay with you? I still need to clean up a bit before dinner.”

Jesse nodded wordlessly, a strange, giddy warmth pooling into his abdomen—a feeling he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. It was excitement. Jesse couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely been excited for something.

“Alright, to get to my place, you just walk up the main road for a while, until you see a fork in the road—take a right, and walk for a bit, then you’ll see my house. In case you wanna make sure it’s my place, the mailbox has a pink handprint on it, but I doubt you’ll get confused—it’s not a very crowded neighborhood, huh?” 

Jesse thanked you again as you left, smiling at you—genuinely, this time. 

Two packs of crushed crackers were gripped within one of his hands. It was all he had in his pantry, and he didn’t know what the etiquette was like around here, so he brought them just to be safe.

There was a lot of yellow to your house. He caught sight of the lemon tree in the corner of your living room, situated right against a window for optimum sunlight. You had a pale yellow carpet beneath the dining table, and sheer curtains hanging over the window of the same shade. You even had a little white cat, who had wound around Jesse’s legs with a mewl, staring up at him with large amber eyes. 

You apologized profusely, bending down to pick her up. “Sorry, she’s not usually this friendly around strangers. This is Yuki—means snow in Japanese.”

A smile itched at the corner of his lips. “No worries. I’m cool with cats. I, uh, I like her name.”

Seemingly relieved, you put Yuki back down, and ushered him to the table. In the center was a clear vase, holding a variety of ochre and purple wildflowers. 

“Hope you’re alright with spaghetti—I’m not that great of a cook, but I make a mean spaghetti,” you said, grinning as you disappeared into the kitchen to brandish a large bowl of pasta. His stomach growled at the smell of marinara sauce—he couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent bowl of warm, homemade food.

“No, yeah, that’s great,” he reassured. Silence stretched between the two of you as you began to ladle heapfuls of the noodles onto his plate, making sure to add a generous helping of meatballs with it. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “I haven’t had the chance to thank you, so… thanks.”

You grinned at him kindly, before sitting right across from him. “It’s no problem, I promise. To be honest, it gets really lonely here sometimes. I’m glad you moved in.”

Jesse could only give you a small smile in return, before digging into his food. It was better than anything he’d had in months, though it wasn’t much of a competition. The past few weeks had been nothing but stale sandwiches and tough jerky that wore out his jaw.

“This is really good,” he said around a mouthful of pasta, forgetting his tableside manners for a moment. You didn’t seem to mind, only beaming all the brighter.

“I’m glad! Wish I could grow my own fresh tomatoes to make the sauce with but—it’s almost always freezing cold here,” you chuckled lightly. You twirled some pasta over your fork. “Which is why I grow lemon trees—they can withstand the cold pretty well.”

“How long have you been living here?” asked Jesse, finding himself genuinely curious about you.

You hummed in thought. “Four years ago, I think. I just needed some peace and quiet—and where better than Alaska, you know? I’m a writer, see, and I used to think that I had to live in a bustling city to make connections and meet more people in the industry to be successful but… I don’t know, I think a part of me always felt trapped in a corner. I feel free here.”

“Yeah,” replied Jesse, distant. “I get that. So, uh, you’re a writer, huh? What do you write?”

“Short stories, mostly. Sometimes I dabble in longer novels, and sometimes I’ll dip my toe into nonfiction. Depends on what my publishers want from me and also what I personally want to write,” you said, before taking a sip of water. Blanching, you quickly added, “Oh, I’m so sorry, you’re my guest and I haven’t even asked a single thing about you. What about you? What’re you doing up in the middle of nowhere, Alaska, Jared?”

The new name felt so foreign—so strange coming from you. He wondered how it’d sound if you said his real name. Jesse.

At your question, a myriad of memories flashed into the front of his thoughts once more. Mike, Walt, Jane, Badger, Skinny Pete, the meth, the drugs, his parents…

He pursed his lips. 

Sensing he was a bit uncomfortable, he was surprised when you only nodded in gentle understanding, quietly saying, “It’s alright. You don’t have to tell me. We all have our reasons.”

The reassuring smile that quirked the corner of your lips upward made his heart just a little heavier. You were just so… nice. It was a bit baffling. An extremely stark comparison to his time kept prisoner by the group of Nazis. 

“You got space for dessert?” you queried, tilting your head in the most adorable of ways, snapping him out of his reverie just when the atmosphere began returning back to its original light-hearted state. “I made lemon pie!”

It took him a little under a month to fully settle in. His house was still sparse and relatively empty, but he’d bought a nice new couch to lay back on and a frumpy little lamp he had gotten for free at an antique store. The old lady that worked there had pinched his cheeks and given it to him for free, despite the crumpled bills he was just about to hand over.

She told him that she reminded her of her grandson, and insisted on giving it to him for no charge. Acquiescing, Jesse took it home with him. Who was he to turn down something free, anyway?

He’d gotten himself a job as a carpenter, building together new little cabins not far from where he lived for adventuring tourists or more old couples that would inevitably migrate here in search of some peace and quiet. Most of his free time was spent dillying in his house, reading random books he’d borrow from the musty little library in the small town (he was pleasantly surprised to find a collection of your works on one shelf)—or he’d find himself at your house, playing Scrabble with you, or listening to you ramble about your day, or babysitting your cat when you had to go off to meet with your publisher. 

It was safe to say that he’d grown rather fond of you.

And that scared him. Rightfully so—the last two times he’d genuinely cared about someone… he’d lost both of them.

But that was in the past now. Jesse was trying to move forward. With you by his side, hopefully.

One of the benefits of being a carpenter was that he had a nearly infinite supply of spare wood on his hands. He’d been meaning to make you a little thank you gift for how nice you’d been to him his first few weeks in Alaska. He certainly hadn’t been expecting any sort of hospitality whatsoever before he’d arrived. 

And so Jesse built you a little birdhouse. It was relatively small and admittedly not his most skillful craft, but he thought it wasn’t too shabby. He’d even stopped by a hardware store to grab some paint, and added a thin coat of light yellow to the outside of the birdhouse. The roof was colored a sweet shade of pink—he’d meant to color it red, but the crimson had accidentally mixed into the white on his brush, and he decided that the pink would look better, anyways. 

The day after, he was on your doorstep, ringing the bell with an excited flutter to his stomach, rocking back and forth on his heels. 

You swung the door open, smiling upon seeing him. He interestingly noted that you were wearing large yellow overalls, hair tied away from your face. You looked so darned cute—it made him clam up for a second and forget what he’d come here for. 

“Hey!” you greeted, stepping to the side so he could amble in. “It’s nice to see you, I was literally just about to call you to ask if you wanted to watch a movie tonight, or something—ooh, whatcha got there?” Your eyes widened as you looked at the little wooden house cradled in his palms. 

“It’s for you,” said Jesse, holding it out. “It’s a, uhm, a birdhouse.” 

Your expression melted into one of pure affection, and you grinned impossibly wider, before surging forward and throwing your arms around him in a quick hug. Before he could even begin to think about reciprocating the embrace, you were already pulling away, holding the birdhouse up to eye-level to observe it closer. “Oh, my God, Jared, this is gorgeous—I can’t thank you enough. Did you make it yourself?”

Chuckling nervously, Jesse nodded an affirmative, scratching the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. “It was nothing, really. Just had some scrap wood.”

“I love it,” you told him. The words made warmth coil about the bones of his ribs, spreading down to the tips of his fingers and crawling up the skin of his neck. “Nobody’s ever made me something like that before! You’re really too sweet, Jared. I’ll hang it outside in a bit.”

Carefully, you placed the little house on your table. A quiet meow roped both of your attentions lower, where Yuki was winding between both of your legs, tail curled around Jesse’s shins. He bent down to gently scratch beneath her chin, earning him a contented purr. 

The three of you made your way to the couches, and you ushered Jesse to sit down, after you rushed to go pour him a steaming cup of coffee. 

“It’s freezing out,” you told him, curling up beside the man and handing him the mug, before taking a sip from your own. Yuki made herself comfortable between the two of you, tucking her nose behind her tail and shutting her eyes for a nap. “Hopefully you can stay and defrost for a bit before heading back out?”

He hummed, appreciative of the idea. Being with you was… comforting, to say the least. It was peaceful, and quiet, and made his heart ache like nothing else. Dare he say—domestic. It reminded him of his short-cut time with Jane. 

At the thought of her, thorns pierced through his lungs and he forced his gaze away from you. He caught sight of a small pile of papers on your coffee table, and he leaned forward to pick one up. You fiddled with the mug in your hands, nervous.

“Oh, wow, is this what you’ve been writing?” His eyes swept along the first few lines, finding himself utterly impressed. “Yo, this is, like, really damn good.”

“Really?” you asked, sitting up straighter, a hopeful look to your expression. “I’ve been in a weird word-vomit mood lately—ever since I met you, I just haven’t been able to stop.”

Jesse risked a glance to you, muffling a smile. “I may not know much about writing but this is… next level, dude. It’s like I can see it all in my head. Like a movie but with… words?” 

“Gosh, Jared, you really know how to compliment someone,” you lightly scoffed, hiding your beam behind your mug. “You can keep that copy if you want. Here—” Shifting to brandish a pen from your pocket, you signed his name right under your printed one. 

Jesse peered over to look, the smile cracking through his exterior.

For Jared Driscoll.

“You know what’s funny,” you murmured, eyes glued to his fake name on the paper. “You’ve never really pegged me as a Jared Driscoll.”

For a long moment, Jesse could’ve sworn his heart stopped in his chest. “Oh, yeah? Why, uh… why’s that?”

You shot him a glance, before smiling sweetly, handing him the papers back for him to keep. “I don’t really know—it just doesn’t suit you, I guess. Jared Driscoll sounds so—rough’n’tough, you know? You don’t strike me as the rough’n’tough kind of guy. You’re too sweet for that.” You shrugged, sinking further into the couch and running the tips of your fingers along Yuki’s back. 

Jesse stared at you for a moment longer. Your words brought a certain kind of comfort to him that he never knew he needed. The affirmation that he was still a good person in your eyes—it meant more to him than he thought it would.

“Thanks,” he said, hesitant, though he gently quirked the corner of his lips into a mild grin. He sipped his warm coffee before adding on, “I think you’re sweet, too.”

“You never told me when your birthday was,” you told him, an accusing lilt to your words. Jesse’s brows rose. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, having just woken up no less than three minutes ago to the door ringing. 

Wordlessly, he swung his door open wider so you had space to shuffle in, still glaring at him.

“It’s been a year since you moved in,” you carried on. There was a slight pouty pucker to your lips, face creased into a frown. Jesse thought you were too damned cute to take your annoyance too seriously. “And we haven’t celebrated your birthday once!” 

“Bah, it’s not a big deal,” he finally said, yawning behind a fist and waving your words away.

Your little frown deepened. “Well, I’m sorry I missed it,” you softly said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “But I got you something anyway.”

From out of seemingly nowhere, you brandished a large brown paper bag, dangling it in front of him on the tips of your fingers. When he narrowed his blue eyes and suspiciously darted his gaze between you and the bag, you huffed out a small laugh, jerking your chin towards the gift. “Go on—open it!”

The bag crinkled loudly beneath his grip as he took it from you. With one last questioning look to you, he turned it over, and out fell a large yellow hoodie, cloud-soft in his palms. It looked like it was the exact right size for him, and he sent you an incredulous glance. 

“This is sick, Y/N, thanks,” he said, a genuine beam itching at his mouth. “Perfect size—and it’s yellow, too!”

For a moment, you looked a bit unsure. “If you don’t like the color, I can always switch it out—it’s just, you’re always wearing neutrals, I thought it’d be nice to give you something colored.”

Jesse looked to the hoodie, then back at you. 

Sure, yellow brought back bad memories. Far too many, and not nearly distant enough in his past. 

But yellow was your color—and he rather liked how it looked on you.

“Nah,” he said, patting your shoulder once, then twice, “I like it, really. I like it a lot.”

Two years in Alaska meant nearly two years with you.

You’d become the one constant in his life—one that he wouldn’t mind being around for the rest of it, as well. 

The two of you were sitting side by side on a frosty hill, watching the sun set. A breathtaking mirage of clementines and peaches bled through the sky just when the sun dipped slowly beneath the horizon. A faint, cold wind tousled your hair, rustling the blades of grass around you. It was meant to be a celebratory picnic of sorts, but the two of you decided it was too cold to eat out, and opted to just sit and relax for a bit before heading back inside and having dinner. Wordlessly, you handed him a pack of chips from the little basket you’d brought for the failed picnic, and he wrestled it open, popping one into his mouth. Simultaneously, you bit down on a crisp apple, wiping the spurting juices away with the back of your hand. 

“I can’t believe it’s been two years,” said Jesse, mindlessly tracing shapes into the cold grass. “Time flies, huh?”

You hummed in agreement. “It does.”

Jesse turned to look at you, watching the side of your face relax along with the disappearance of the sun. The last few moments of golden sunlight bathed you in a gentle glow and drew the most beautiful of shadows across your features. You brushed some stray hairs out of your face, the sleeve of your oversized flaxen sweater swallowing your arm. He really couldn’t deny himself anymore—he was completely and utterly in love with you.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said. He wanted to tell you the truth. Obviously not all of it—not all at once—but he wanted you to know. Jesse trusted you more than anyone else in his entire life. Maybe that made him an idiot, but… he was willing to risk the chance with you.

Curious, you tilted your head questioningly, laying your hands and face against your raised knees. The very edge of your shoulder brushed against his arm. You raised your eyebrows expectantly.

“You were right,” he finally said. 

“Right about what?” You were starting to look mildly concerned. 

Jesse inhaled deeply. “Jared Driscoll doesn’t suit me at all because… it’s not my real name.”

Surprise flooded your expression, but not too much of it—as if you’d always had an inkling all along.

“So what’s your real name?” you asked, all gentle, slightly afraid. Afraid that you’d lose him after so long—after getting attached.

“Jesse Pinkman,” he responded, tearing his gaze away from you, not sure if he wanted to see your reaction. “My middle name is Bruce.”

To his complete surprise, you let out a sudden laugh, before clamping your hands to your mouth. He snapped his head back to look at you, a contagious, incredulous grin touching the corner of his lips. 

“Bruce like Batman?” you asked, slightly muffled behind your palms. He nodded, and you let out another chortling laugh. Relief wove through the very fibers of his muscles at your relaxed disposition. You smiled at him, all soft and glowing. It made Jesse’s stomach knot together uncomfortably. “I think it suits you. Much more than Jared Driscoll.”

You tested his name out, enunciating different syllables in various ways, your grin growing nearly double its size. 

“Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman—”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Jesse snorted, grabbing the apple in your hand and gently pushing it back into your mouth. With a halfhearted glare, you bit down into it anyway.

Around a mouthful of apple, you told him, “You have a pretty name.” You swallowed down the apple and quietly asked him, “Why are you using a fake one?”

Jesse hesitated, directing his gaze to the ground. His smile melted away. “Maybe that’s a story for another time.”

Bobbing your head in understanding, you smiled at him, still so very genuine it made his heart ache.

“Since we’re sharing secrets… well, mine isn’t exactly a secret, but I didn’t move to Alaska for the peace and quiet. I mean, I did, but that wasn’t really the reason why I left the city.” You cleared your throat, eyes getting slightly misty. “I lost my best friend in a car crash while she was on call with me seven years ago. A part of me will always think that it’s my fault that she died. So I moved to Alaska to get away from everything. From the city, and all those cars… and all the people. It was really hard being here at first. It was cold, and lonely, and sometimes just plain old boring. But honestly?” You tentatively reached over to place your palm over his. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

The sun was long gone by now, and Jesse found himself missing how you looked in its soft yellow glow. 

“Best decision both of us made,” he murmured, nodding. Jesse quite liked the feeling of your hand on top of his. “I came to Alaska because I, uh… I lost everyone. Everything.”

You smiled—all soft and devastating. He could feel a part of his heart crumbling into a heap of sand within his chest. Nimbly, he turned his palm over to intertwine your fingers with his cold ones.

“Well, you haven’t lost me, Jesse,” you told him, so quiet that it was nearly lost to the breeze.

Jesse wanted to cry at those words. He blinked away the stinging feeling at the top of his nose, and could only muster a grateful, teary nod. 

“I, uhm, I’ve only been in love twice before in my life,” he whispered to you, swallowing the lump in his throat. “And both times, they died while I was right there—helpless. I’ve healed and I’m moving on, but, uh… I’m terrified of losing you the way I lost them, Y/N.”

Shifting, you turned so you could fully face him, now clasping both hands onto his right one. Firmly, you repeated yourself, “You haven’t lost me, Jesse. You won’t. Whatever hurt you back in New Mexico is long gone now. The past is far behind you. You have a fresh start. And I’ll be there with you—every step of the way.” 

The color yellow often resurfaced bad memories of his past. Yellow were the hazmat suits he wore with Walt when they cooked meth. Yellow were Jane’s bed sheets when she overdosed right next to him. Yellow were the broiling sands of New Mexico—a place he once called home.

There wasn’t much yellow in Alaska, and for that he’d been grateful. 

But maybe… maybe yellow wasn’t so bad. 

After all, yellow was your color—and it looked beautiful on you.

[killersfool]

heyyyy can ppl send me oneshot requests!!! i've been reading through old ones and none have really sparked a good idea so if it's detailed and a bit different or specific it will deffo inspire me more. i'll write anything of inhaler boys/blur(graham or damon or gramon)/derek shepherd or patrick dempsey himself/evan peters(any ahs character of his)/patrick zweig/bridgerton guys/jesse pinkman/paul mescal/pedro pascal/dev patel/the walking dead(rick grimes, negan, daryl)/gilbert blythe/jacob slater/carmy berzatto/richie jerimovich/sydcarmy/leo woodall(dexter mayhew)/mandalorian/ cassian andor/mr darcy/marauders (sirius, wolfstar, james potter, regulus, remus)

sorry for the fat list i love so many shows and people

[boygiwrites]

Living the Vida Loca P.1

• Jesse Pinkman & Reader. (Platonic)

(Here’s part two.) (Here’s part three.) (Here’s part four.) (Here’s part five.) (Here’s the epilogue.)

• (Find this story on Ao3.)

Summary — A short story about how a young teenaged girl gets wrapped up in Jesse's life.

Notes — Okay, this is a little weird... because it's written in bullet points. I don't know if I like it or if I hate it! But I used them because I've been having major writer's block and paragraphs are impossible 😩

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How it all began.

Jesse first saw you at a skatepark.

You were nine.

You were tagging along with one of Jesse's friends, who dismissed you as his little cousin.

The group's reaction was a simple; "Long as she don't bother us."

You sat in the grass with your spiderman rollerblades the whole afternoon.

Jesse... well, believe it or not, Jesse felt bad.

While they ate Burger King up on the concrete deck, talking about kicks and flips and chicks, Jesse kept an eye on you.

It was a subconcious thing. Like eyeing his drink to make sure there were no flies in it. That sort of thing.

Every time he glanced over, you were doing something different.

Like braiding your hair.

Like laying on your stomach, inspecting the dirt.

Like picking at scabs.

Like sky gazing.

Like banging the button on the dried up drinking fountain.

Like falling asleep on a bench.

By the time the sun set, he remembered thinking ; "Something could have happened."

And all anybody cared to keep an eye on was the amount of beer they had left.

But...

You know.

It was whatever.

He didn't like kids anyway.

And nothing happened.

For three years, you joined them at that skatepark.

You watched the whole place slowly get consumed by graffiti.

You watched that one tree get sawed down.

You watched everyone order from the ice cream truck that one time, while sitting on your cousin's shoulders.

( You picked rainbow sprinkles and triple chocolate mousse. )

You watched the sun set.

You watched the sun rise.

You watched Matty break his teeth on the ramp.

You watched Jesse as he taught you how to get the hang of a skating trick called an Ollie.

You watched all the graffiti get powerwashed away.

You watched Arjun drift away.

You watched Jesse punch Derrick in the face one afternoon.

( As you sat on your bedroom floor that night, you realised he probably spotted the bruise. )

You watched the Burger King shut down.

You watched them switch to Los Pollos Hermanos. It tasted better. They threw fries to you like a you were a bird.

You watched cars shoot down the highway whenever you sat ontop of Lee's jeep and talked about where you'd all go if you had a million bucks. Everyone always chose Vegas or Canada. There was no inbetween with these guys.

You watched them roll dark green stuff up into paper and smoke it.

You watched your spiderman rollerblades shrink and get thrown in the garbage.

You watched Jesse buy you bigger ones.

( Rainbow ones. )

You watched them all grow from teenagers into men.

You watched Jesse punch Derrick some more.

You watched Jesse watching you.

You watched Jesse.

Jesse watched you.

Derrick's last chance expired on a Sunday night.

On the basketball court, right behind the skatepark.

Everyone else was gobbling down cheeseburgers and curly fries for dinner, watching New Year's fireworks pop from far away.

Jesse led him away.

The streetlights died away.

It got real dark.

The laughter died away.

It got real quiet.

The atmosphere died.

It got real tense.

And then Derrick understood what was happening.

The fireworks were so loud no one heard.

Jesse watched the asphalt become streaked with blood.

He watched the ambulance lights whirl across the parking lot.

He watched Lee hold you as you shrieked.

Then, two weeks later -

He watched the blood get powerwashed away.

One of the last things Jesse ever said to Derrick was, "Only reason I didn't kill you was because I want you to do it yourself."

Things changed.

Derrick fought a long list of charges in court pertaining to child abuse.

Lee gave up on Canada and moved to Texas. It was as far as he could go.

Jesse testified in May.

You got tossed around in foster care.

The skatepark finally crumbled.

They bulldozed it to make room for a DMV building.

Derrick got sentenced ten years.

Matty overdosed in a place nobody ever went looking.

And then...

Then it was just Jesse.

He spent a long time blaming himself, killing himself, and slowly decomposing away in the cracks of other people's lives.

When he was in the shower, or microwaving rice, or just staring out a window for no reason at all -

He would think about that skatepark.

And those times.

Then, things changed again.

How it's going.

Your bedroom is on the second storey of a safe home.

You've got polaroid photos and birthday cards pinned to your wall. The photos are mostly of you and Jesse, eating in diners, taking dogs on walks for money, trying on sunglasses, and sneaking into lame, home-town concerts where the flashing lights make the film burst into pockets of color. The birthday cards are all mostly Jesse, too, but one or two are from Lee. He's got a girlfriend, now. And a kid. This year Jesse chose a card with a cartoon middle finger and a caption reading, Happy Birthday, This is For You. Inside, he quoted a poem and sketched your favorite animal.

In your top drawer is fresh underwear and and pink MP3 player.

In your second drawer is mangled school work and empty pens.

In your bottom drawer is a file, in which a flimsy bit of paper declares Jesse Pinkman your legal guardian. Sometimes, you just look at it.

It all feels so long ago, now.

On your dresser sits a pair of rollerblades.

Jesse is as immature as ever. Most days, it feels as if there are two sixteen year olds in the house. You get on like a house on fire.

On quiet days, you'll burn through at least a quarter dozen DVD movies ranging from Tinkerbell to Terminator, and make popcorn, and play Wii.

On some days, you're headed to the new skatepark and trying new hair-standing moves on your boards, or roaming a random mall.

But most days, you're spray painting the driveway and blowing bubbles out on the sidewalk.

You eat jam toast for breakfast and dance to music in your underwear, tanking complaints from Jesse to switch the song.

You're getting piggy backs from him, and beating him in Mario Cart.

You're in school, getting solid C's.

You're on playgrounds, getting sand in your hair, sunburns on your cheeks, and scrapes on your knees that remind you of being a child.

You're crying into Jesse's lap while he cradles your head and embarrases himself by singing quietly.

You're nagging him to always buy the newest games for his laptop, like Batman and The Sims 3. Then you let him watch you play.

There's always food in the kitchen. Even if it's just bacon and bagels, Jesse always makes sure there's food.

You're riding your bike around the neighborhood during twilight, licking ice pops and ignoring texts.

Everything is sunny and simple and the most comforting type of boring.

The type that makes you normal.

The type that means when you wake up tomorrow, it's just another day of living life.

And Jesse loves you.

Despite all his... Jesse-ness. And despite all your... you-ness.

You're...

Well, you're happy.

Both of you.

Truly.

Then comes Mister White.

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End Notes — Let me know what you think!

[ddragonflyx]

On Halloween night weird things happen.

Jesse x fem.reader

She/her pronouns

Smut+fluff

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It was Halloween night. You were trying to paint your little sisters face, because she wanted to be a ladybug. You sewed her wings, they were red they also had black dots on them. Seven little dots.“Stop moving around so much!”

“I’m sorry” she said pouting

It was unnecessary to paint her face, but she insisted that, she wanted to be pretty and to have make up on like big girls do. There you were putting mascara on your sister. When you were finally done, and she was satisfied, it was your turn to dress up as something for the night. You had no idea what to be. In the end, you put on a longer black dress, and a witch hat.

Your sister was running around so fast to collect all the chocolate and candy with all the little power she has in her. You could barely keep up with her.

“Y/N comeee ooonnn!!”

“I'm coming” You were running after her at this moment. As little she was, but fast, really fast. She was running up to this beautiful house, and you knew exactly who it belonged to Jesse Pinkman. He was in the same chemistry class as you, always making fun of Mr. White, which you admitted was pretty funny. He was a cute guy, but your paths never crossed. You went to college and he, he stayed right here.

You caught up to her, knelt beside her and stopped her on her way to the door. “Maybe we shouldn't knock here” she looked at you with her big eyes and her smile disappeared “Why?” her eyes were glassy almost about to cry, she was so eager to get all the candy she could. You thought about it. “Okay, we can try”

You stood up and with her little hand in yours walked up to the front door, knocked twice and waited. “Yo, go away!” a voice came from the other side of the door.

“Told you Sweetie, come on, let's go”

As Jesse heard your voice he ran to the door as fast as he could. Slammed the door open. “Hey”

“Oh, hi Jesse”

The way his name slid from your tongue, it was so angelic to him. He was thinking about you since sophomore year, but never had the courage to actually do anything, anyway why would you go out with him. A junky. “Trick or treat” a voice echoed.

Jesse stared at the ladybug hiding behind your leg, gripping you with her hands. Clinging into you. He was scrathing the back of his neck, looking at you.

“I don't have anything” he whispered to you

“It's okay, we can just go”

“No, no I can find something”

He invited both of you inside, he was running around packing all the stuff he had out. Throwing things away. “Do you, um want a coffee or a um a tea?”

“No, thank you!”

You were standing in the kitchen with ladybug next to you she was fidgeting with her headband, it pressed her head a little, so she took it of.

Jesse found a bag of candy in the cabinet so he handed a big handful of it to the little girl. Her smile grew bigger than ever. “ Thank you!” she almost screamed. He patted her head. “ You are welcome!”

We were standing in the house looking at each other smiling slightly. “We should go, I think”

“Yeah, yeah get more candy”

“Bye Jess”

There it is again that funny feeling he got when you said his name, he got soft, but only for you.

Sometime later

You were now sitting on your bed, when you heard your sister run around searching for something. She slammed the door open. “ Y/N I don't know where is the headband, I can't find it” she sobbed

“It's okay we will find it tomorrow” You tried to calm her, but she just wasn't, she wanted it now.

“Where have you last seen it?”

The little girl was thinking really hard, she just couldn't remember where she could left it, but you knew. You knew she took it of at Jesse’s house, so it must be there.

“Is it okay if I get it for you tomorrow?”

“I- I need it”

You couldn't believe her and why she needed that headband so bad, maybe it's just a kid thing. It wasn't that late so you decided to go. Jesse didn't live far away, two streets maybe. People were still out trick or treating. You walked slowly, counting every step. Hesitant to knock, but than you did, twice. No answer. “Jesse? It's me Y/N”

Jesse rushed to the door again, opening it. “Hi! What's up?”

“My sister left her headband here“

“Oh, yeah I found it on the floor, come in?”

“Okay” You stepped in the house, it smelled nice like freshly baked brownies. He handed the headband to you, your hands brushing against each others. “Thank you”

He was looking right at you with those beautiful blue orbs of his, and you maybe only for a second thought about kissing him. Kissing Jesse. He was thinking about kissing you too. Kissing you. The brownie was ready, he ran and took it out. “Want some?”

“I-”

“It's okay if you don't “

“I would like to” you smiled sweetly

He put one on the plate he carefully cleaned before. You were sitting in the kitchen. The brownie was a little bit of, it wasn't like a brownie more just a chocolaty dough. Jesse tasted it too.

“Well it's bad”

“It's not” you tried to reason

“Yes, it is”

“Well, maybe just a little”

You guys both giggled and he took the plate from you, threw the brownie in the trash as you giggled at his actions. He stared at you the whole time you laughed.

“What?” You looked up

“It's nothing, nothing”

“Come on spit it out”

“You just look so beautiful when you laugh”

You blushed at his words, hiding your face into your hands.

“And when you blush”

“I better get going” you said not looking at him

He walked you to the door “Thank you for the, um brownie, and the headband”

“It's fine, I guess. You know I missed you”

“Missed me?”

“Yes, you have changed since I last saw you, in high school”

“I didn't really notice” you fidgeted with your rings

“You became prettier, not that you weren't pretty you just-” He suddenly heard giggles, your giggles, now his favourite sound.

“Thank you”

He moved closer to you, only inches separated the two of you. His hand came up to your face slowly carassing it, moving some hairs out of the way. Leaning closer till you could feel his breath. You leaned in kissing him softly, breaking apart after doing so. Kissing him again, but this time with more love. Jesse pulled you closer to him, holding your hips, your face. You put your arms around his neck. He kissed your face, your neck as he couldn't get enough. “Jesse” He got the chills from hearing his name leave your mouth like this. He didn't just wanted to fuck you, he needed you more than just a quick fuck. You meant more than that to him.

“I should go now. It's getting late” you whispered to him

“Don’t leave me please” he held you closer than ever

You kissed him again slowly this time, holding his face in your palms. “Okay, I’ll stay, but I do really have to give this to my sister she almost went crazy for it”

“I’ll drive you home with it”

“Thank you”

He has driven you home and you gave the headband to your sister, packed a few things and left. Your mom didn’t care really she trusted you.

You were now on his couch watching some shitty movie that was on TV. He slowly moved closer and closer to you. “You know you can touch me, I don’t bite”

“Yeah, I know”

He placed his hand on your thigh just caressing it slowly. His other hand was on your shoulder playing with your hair. He was too much for you, his smell, his touch was so soft like you might break. You looked in his eyes trying to find something and pulling him closer to you, kissing him. He was so gentle with you, caressing your sides while slipping his tongue in your mouth, playing with your necklace now. He pulled away for air, you looked up at him “I want your touch so bad” His eyes were filled with lust. You climbed on top of him, pressing yourself really close to his body. He started to kiss you again, your neck and moving down to your breasts gently touching your nipples and massaging them through the fabric of your dress.

“Nipple piercings, huh?”

“You like them big boy?”

“Yeah, they cool”

You stood up from his lap, reaching for the zipper of your black dress and peeling it of. You had nothing on just pink panties with a bow in the front. “Oh gosh” he said as you climbed back to him. He kissed your lips bitting them and moving down to your boobs kissing and sucking, leaving little hickeys all over them. He moved one of his finger to play with the bow on your pantie. Than he just slid his hand inside, rubbing circles on your clit. “Ahh” You wanted him so bad so so bad. His hand gently Incheby towards your enterance. He moved some fingers inside curling them and moving in and out. “Fuck baby you’re so wet”

You were so close, but he stopped. “ Hmm, please” you whined. Jesse just moved you as he stood up walking to a drawer taking out a pack of something. He wanted to move you up to his bedroom, but you were to desperate for him so you knelt down unbuckled his belt, his cock sprung out touching his stomach and you took it and started rubbing, licking and kissing the tip then you started to suck and move down and down. He threw his head back at the friction of your tongue moving on his throbbing cock which was leaking precum already. You were bobbing your head up and down gagging on it just enough for him to groan. He was about to cum when you stopped. “ Fuck, didn’t know you can do that”

“Come on baby let me fuck you upstairs” he said

“I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter” you looked up at him

“Oh fuuuck” he rubbed his cock a couple times

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re like this” he led you to the kitchen shutting the blinds

You sat up the counter opening you legs for him. He groaned as he placed the condom on than he lined himself up and pushed in. “Fucckk, Jesse”

When he was fully in he just pulled you off a little as he held your ass in the air and started rocking his hips into you. The feeling was so good your brain was getting foggy. “You’re so fucking tight”

“You’re so fucking big”

That made him move faster and harder into you. He slammed just perfectly hitting you spots. He was bitting your nipples licking over his bites. You nails caressed his back scratching time to time. “Harder pleasee “ He pulled out then slammed back in. You couldn’t even form words just mumbles and moans came out of you. Who knew Jesse Pinkman could fuck like this. He reached down to your clit slowly rubbing circles edging you. “Ahh Jesse please I want to cum on your cock, please” He was now moving at a rough pace just railing into you. “Fuck Y/N baby I’m gonna cum so hard! Are you close baby?” he asked as he leaned into you kissing your neck whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Jesse I’m so close please don’t stop, please” he rolled his hips and slammed into you some more as the coil snapped in you and came all over his cock. He continued his pace overstimulating you. He than came moaning and groaning in your neck.

He was laying on top of you trying to catch his breath, you just caressed his back. When he finally stood up looking into your eyes, you found an unfamiliar look on his face. “What’s wrong?” you asked him worry in your tone.

“Nothing, I just” he sighed “I just don’t want you to think I only wanted you for this, you mean so much more than this to me” You didn’t think that, you knew his crush on you. He always glanced at you back in high school and when you couldn’t reach something in a shop somehow he was there. “I know” you said with a calm voice. You leaned closer kissing him softly your voice almost like a whisper “I know”

[nerovyu]

hi guys first post haha slight nsfw ahead idk

The sounds of slurping were one of the major things you could hear reverberate ‘round the room (joined by the loud, passing cars outside); followed by groans and whimpers from Jesse’s lips, eager to be met by Jane’s, though she was quite busy doing her work down there.

[alexiswritingstuff]

Not so scary after all.  1/2

Pairing: Gustavo Fring x gn! reader.

Other Appearances: Jesse Pinkman, Walter White. 

Request:  I was wondering if you could write a short story/oneshot where the reader (gender neutral) works in the lab with Jesse and Walter, and Gus has an obvious soft spot for them. Being lenient with them when they make a mistake, being more gentle with reader, etc.

I know it is very OOC of Gus but imagining him going all soft 😩🙏

Warnings: none, but be aware of possible spelling mistakes and such.

A/n: To the person that requested this, I hope it is what you wanted! I have a tendency to just wing fics sometimes, not realising that I might be going in the complete opposite direction of what someone wanted me to go in.

But I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Taglist-  @sukunamybeloved​  -  @viviennemuerte​

More Gustavo fics.​

The lab, that engulfed anyone within, had gone quiet as the machines were finally able to cool from their heated activities. 

It had been hours. The process of creating the demanded product had been complete. Put into the cooling fridge to set in their usual trays. 

About a minute ago, you had pulled one of them out, ready to do your job of breaking the crystal into the usual sizes that they sold at... Though now you, and a certain Pinkman, were stood side by side in front of the tray you had selected and put on a free surface. 

Two pairs of eyes stared down at it, trying to solve the sudden nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. But it was one of those things where the longer you paid attention to it, the less your brain actually focused.

Jesse sniffed, breaking the created silence from intense thinking, “Is it just me, or, uh. Does that look wrong?” 

“Yeah,” you answered slowly, mind too consumed to use your full voice, “But I can’t tell what.”

It began again. The two of you looked over every inch of that tray once and then twice, and then one more time, before there was an equal sigh. Jesse had even rubbed his face in an attempt to soothe himself. “I don’t get it, man.”

Was it the colour?

The consistency? 

The feel?

Surely, with the time you had spent just looking at it, you should’ve been given at least a form of answer. So why wasn’t there one?

“Okay, look.” you huffed out, squeezing your eyes quickly in attempt to rid them of the tiredness that clung. “How about we go back, go through it step by step, see if we missed something, huh?”

Jesse defeatedly waved his arms with a groan. “Come on.” You ushered, and after giving him a pat on the shoulder, he complied. Picking up the clipboard of notes along the way.  

In all honesty, it took a good chunk of time to check certain stations off of the list.

The process was so consistent that whenever you made batches it was a done and dusted kind of situation. So, when you were stood there, in front of the grand machines, wracking through your brain for specific information on how you did it. 

It wasn’t very easy.

Eventually, however, the two of you had landed at Station 5. The settling tank. 

Jesse cleared his throat as he raised the clipboard once again, trying to focus his tired eyes on the small words that appeared in front of him. “All right,”

“There’s not really much for this one, but, uh... I guess, as long as it was set at 75 there shouldn’t be a problem.” 

You were about to hum in response. Your feet had readied to continue onto the next piece of machinery to just get this over and done with, and admit defeat as the answer still hadn’t been found.

But your body had frozen, the number ringing in your ears like an alarm.

Your eyes flicked to the temperature dial on the tank, even though by now it had gone back to zero, “What?” Jesse’s body turned in your direction, gaze still on the checklist, “The temperature.” he repeated simply. “It was set to 75, right?” 

Oh, shit.

When there was no response, Pinkman’s eyes finally left the writing to find yours. And then his head slowly raised, the realisation ready to kick in. “Right?” The look on his face urged a cringed smile to take over your lips.

“I thought you said 85.” you confessed through your gritted teeth and Jesse’s eyebrows furrowed immediately. He looked back down at the list, “Why the hell would I say 85 if it says 75 right here?”

“Dude-- I don’t know. I don’t exactly have control over your brain, do I?!” you practically hissed, arms crossing over your chest in shame while the kid beside you shook his head in disbelief. “Well, apparently, you don’t either,  I mean...”

“85, man. You-- That would’ve turned it into some kind of-- of sludge. Right? So... What, every single tray is like that then?”

Words didn’t even have to be said to give him the answer. 

“Yo, come on man!” His shoulders slacked, a louder sigh than before beckoning through his lips as he walked off for a second, hands moving up to sit on his hips. “They-- They’ll never let us do it without Mr. White again.”

Your eyes followed him as he started to pace back and forth in front of you, “Jesse, every person in this building has made a mistake at least once in their life.” You paused, gulping, “... Though, I doubt not being able to cook will be the least of our worries.”

That didn’t seem to help Jesse’s nerves as he let out yet another groan, his increasingly warm hands now raising to reach at his face once again. “Look, we just... We’re just going to have to make another batch.” 

Suddenly, he looked up. His eyes found yours, even while his feet continued to move, and he pointed a finger, “You’re telling Gus.”

“What-- Me?! Why me?!”

“Because... He doesn’t shout-- He doesn’t get mad at you.” Jesse insisted, lightly shrugging his shoulders in a way that had your eyebrows raising, “He doesn’t shout at you either.”

“Yeah, but--”

“Is there a problem?”

The sound had cut through the air in a matter of seconds that made you feel like you had jumped out of your skin. But instead, you and Jesse had spun round towards the entrance of the lab, the posture of both bodies straightening out at an impressively fast speed.

There he was. The man himself stood right on the catwalk, hands sat atop the cool railing as he looked down at his employees that might as well have been a pair of ants.

Uh oh.

Gustavo waited there for about a second and then he was off, making his way down the stairs despite the equal internal pleas for him to either stay there or go back through the doors. 

The sound of his footsteps continued to bounce off of every wall in the room. 

You and Jesse had practically turned into ice by the time he got to ground level, and the two of you sent each other worriedly looks before turning back when Gus had stopped himself not that far away.

“Well?” he questioned, his entire body going eerily still, almost ridged, like it usually did. You cleared your throat, “Yeah, uh... There’s a complication with the batch.” 

Gustavo’s eyes had locked onto yours. His head was slightly tilted, his jaw clenched, which together was such a thing that it had sent a chill down your spine. “Go on.”

You gulped, your gaze moving from his to send a quick glance over to Jesse before you forced yourself into at least a sense of composure, “I-- It’s my fault... Sir.”

“I got the temperature for the settling tank wrong, and... we only just realised.” The more the words spilled from your lips, the dryer your throat had become, “Telling you that I didn’t mean to do it doesn’t exactly solve the problem, so I--”

“You’re saying that the whole batch is like this. Correct?” Mr. Fring clarified, raising a singular eyebrow, and you nodded slowly after blinking for a moment, “Yes.” 

Your hands felt like they were about to start shaking from the anticipation of awaiting his reaction. “Sir, I swear, I didn’t mean it, I don’t-- I don’t even know how I misheard a number.”

Gustavo’s head rose steadily. But then his eyes moved from yours over to the man stood to your side, “How fast can you make another one?” he questioned, instead of issuing a punishment like you had thought, and now you and your lab partner shared yet another look. 

“What?”

“How long.” Mr. Fring repeated simply, though his voice was a little lower than before. More firm. “Uh... It depends.” Jesse stated. However, when Gustavo had raised a brow again, he continued. “Like... 6-8 hours. Tops.”

In that moment, a faint breath sucked into Mr. Frings lungs. He straightened up, nodding only once before his lips had parted. “Go.”

“What-- But what about that batch?” you questioned, gesturing towards the failed product still sat on the counter. But he didn’t turn. His eyes hadn’t even moved. 

“I’ll handle it.” was all he said. And only now had he began to move, his walk even more ridged this time from what could mostly be assumed to be due to anger. 

A factor that your brain had apparently decided to ignore when a sudden panic had raised within you.

Your feet had began moving before you had processed the consequences. “Wait, Gus.” you called, trying your best to follow his movements before he got to the stairs.

And then within a matter of seconds, he was turned back in your direction. Something that almost had you stumbling over yourself as you attempted to stop your feet.

Gustavo wore a mild frown. It was one that had gradually set deeper into the lines of his face since he had entered the lab. Though when his gaze had focused on your own, it had disappeared like it wasn’t even there in the first place. 

You cleared your throat when your eyes actually processed the fact that they had already been met with his. 

“Mr. Fring.” You corrected yourself after a moment, missing the look of disagreement that twitched through Gustavo’s expression upon hearing the name coming out of your mouth. 

“Please don’t tell Walter.”

You could fully hear your heartbeat by now. The blood was purely pumping through your veins as if it was about to give you an adrenaline rush, especially when Gustavo’s eyebrows had subtly furrowed. “Why not?”

You turned to look back at Jesse, who could only just meet your eyes, before you faced the other man once again, a deep breath filling your lungs even if it didn’t help to soothe. “He already has a lot on his plate, and I...”

“I don’t want to make it worse just because of a stupid mistake-- My stupid mistake.”

The words settled in the tense air for a good few seconds. 

It was a waiting game. The prize of which being whatever reaction the man in front of you held, even if it wasn’t going to be a good one. 

The two of you stared at each other for a moment. Gustavo’s gaze hadn’t changed once throughout the conversation, and now the silence. It was strong; bold, unmoving, calm. All the while you had felt like some kind of cowering animal stood. 

 “Like I said, Y/n.” he spoke suddenly, indicating that the decision had been chosen. It was a great relief when he had finally let himself bink. 

“I will take care of it.” 

And with that, his back was turned towards you, the footsteps that had once echoed through the lab doing so all over again as he made his way up the spiral stairs without another word.

~

The past few hours had sort of blurred together as you and Jesse had absorbed yourselves in the process of making the new batch.

A few of Gus’s employees, that you had seen only a few times, had even been in and out while you remade the product. They took the trays out one by one, throwing out all of the useless contents, and then returning them to the cooling fridge.

By now the usual concoction was in the middle of being filtered through the last set of machines, a procedure that always seemed to take a long time to complete, or at least feel like it did.

So, there you were, using up the spare time to sit at one of the tables. Your tired eyes were set upon the new checklist you had written out yourself this time. Carefully.

All the steps that were taken had been marked so far. And though you wanted nothing more than the last few ones to be over and done with, you didn’t really mind the surrounding atmosphere.

It was only the sound of the machine that rumbled through the warehouse of a room. Everything else was silent, somehow including Pinkman, as if there was collective knowledge that the session was soon coming to an end.

It was peaceful.

The door to the lab had slammed open so quickly that a fierce sound purely echoed when the hinges had allowed it to move as far is it could go. 

“Jesus!”

You stood up from your seat, watching a breathless Walter White practically stumble along the catwalk until he was leant heavily against the banister, while both you and your partner recovered from the near heart attack, “How-- Is everything okay? Is anything damaged? Nothing’s damaged, right?”

“What?” you questioned, narrowed eyes searching over him from afar. But then he just huffed, pulling himself along the walkway with the railing so that he could get to the set of spiral stairs.

“Mr. White?”

Right as you had managed to move round a set of machinery, your gaze landed on Jesse who was now being grabbed by Walter, getting shaken like ragdoll as if there had been some big disaster.

“Yo, what the hell, man-- What are you doing?!” the kid yelled, close to falling on his ass by the time he finally got out of the grip on him. Walter threw his arms out, “Gus.” he stated as if it would spark something.

But you and Jesse only furrowed your eyebrows, your arms crossing over your chest once again as you took the spot beside him.

“He told me about the-- the-- contamination. I told you that one person has to stay in the lab or things like this... They will happen!”

It clicked.

Gustavo had acted upon your wishes. He had fabricated a whole story to take place of a mistake that you had made.

He lied for you.

When Walter stressfully rubbed at his face, covering his eyes in a way that almost snapped his glasses with a groan like sound, you took the chance to look over to Jesse to see if he had gotten the memo himself. 

The expression on his face told you enough. 

“God... We’re going to have to make an entire new batch.” Mr. White pointed out, his initial concern slowly forming into what appeared to be annoyance.  

Jesse shook his head, “Hey, relax man we already started. It, uh...” He paused, turning to look at the machine thats rumble was slowly beginning to ease. “Actually, you know what? It should be done soon.”

But his words did nothing. Walter had started mumbling to himself about the setbacks, throwing around numbers, and words that you couldn’t define no matter how hard you tried. 

So when he started walking away, neither you or Jesse moved to interrupt him.

“I told you.”

Your attention shifted once again, and soon you found a certain Pinkman looking at you with a weirdly smug expression as he mirrored your stance. “What?”

“Gus likes you.”

Every muscle in your body tensed so fast. Your head turned to the side, avoiding your partners gaze with a scoff, that sounded a little too fake, “Wha-- No, he doesn’t.”

Jesse was purely grinning if he hadn’t been already, “Yeah, man, he totally does.” Each word felt like it’s own individual tease through his slowed voice, “All that lying for you, and shit... I don’t know, Y/n. I would say that he’s definitely hooked--”

“Shut up, man.” you hissed, uncrossing your arms just so that you could lightly shove him in annoyance, but all he did was chuckle once he managed to stabilise himself.

And though he didn’t add anything else to his point he wiggled his eyebrows at you, turning to go back to his work station before there was even a chance to scold him again.

So, instead you just rolled your eyes, a heavy sigh pushing its way through your lips once you had taken in the fact that you were now stood by yourself. 

Walter was... somewhere, and Jesse had gone back to whatever he was doing before.

It was finally quiet again.

Your shoulders mildly slacked, the exhaustion from hours of work officially seeping into your system in a way that made you want to put your head in your hands, though you still had your gloves on.

You stood there for a moment, moving your arms and rolling your shoulders to disperse that aching tension, as you thought about going back to your clipboard. 

There wasn't anything else to do really. You could probably sit around again and find an extra piece of paper to doodle on, maybe even just use the back of a page. Wait for the time to go by.

Just as you were about to take a step, there was this sound that your ears had barely caught. You stalled.

From your guess, it seemed a series of light taps. Something hitting against a hollow object one right after the other until it stopped. Like it didn’t want to be heard any further. 

You turned your head to the side, letting your eyes scan over the direction Jesse had disappeared in earlier. He could’ve been bored, he always had this trouble of sitting still. Or, if not, maybe he had heard the noise too?

But it was neither.

You tried to peer round the side of a tank, your narrowed gaze trying to locate Walter as he was the next easiest assumption. Though it didn’t really seem like the sound had come from that direction anyway.

There it was again. That sound.

It was a distinct sound this time, louder than before but still faint enough that you had to turn your head to fully hear it. And soon, the rest of your body followed.

Your eyebrows were furrowed by now as you spun on your heel, your plastic suit creaking and rubbing together as you twisted until you finally managed to turn around. Your gaze landed at the entrance. 

And then you found it. 

There, stood right back on the catwalk exactly like he had been hours before, was Gustavo Fring. 

His eyes were already on yours, despite the fact that you could barely see them through his glasses, his hand was laid atop the banister in a way that encouraged your attention to fall to it. 

The source of the tapping.

The two of you sort of stared at each other for a moment. Caught up in each others gazes like Gustavo had apparently wanted, except I guess he didn’t think it would actually hold.

You tried to smile, a sign of respect, though you could practically feel how awkward it had come out. So instead, you nodded your head, an inaudible thank you falling from your lips.

The next movement from Gustavo was sudden. He had nodded too, his head not even half way back to where it usually sat, before he had turned, soundlessly pulling the lab door open so that he could officially take his leave.

It was something that you initially had no reaction to. 

I mean, his face had appeared in the stoic way it did most of the time. Not even a twitch could alter the movement of his eyebrows, change the look in his eyes, or adjust the way his jaw set.

But the more you thought about what he did before his movements, the more that there was this nagging feeling that you had missed something. Something that your mind was so close to catching onto. So, you let yourself think. 

You replayed the scene over and over again, focusing on a different aspect of it each time, like a different facial feature or part of his body. 

You thought over the way his feet moved, the way his arms went back to his side after he let go of the railing, the speed that his head had turned at... And then you got it. 

The image of his face right before he had turned towards the doorway, right before he had chosen to leave, was there. The thing you were missing was now clear as day in front of your eyes. 

The corner of his lips had started to curl. He had turned away in an attempt to conceal it.

He was trying not to smile back.

next part.

[angelicpoison12]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆⁺₊❅.

tags

ღ - - > fluff

☆ - - > smut

☁︎︎ - - > comfort

✧₊⁺: - - > angst

୨ৎ - - > dead dove content

Hazbin Hotel

• Angel Dust

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

- first date ღ

- finding out about Valentino ✧₊⁺:☁︎︎

- reliving the best of earth ღ☁︎︎

- freeing Angel ✧₊⁺:ღ

- mean minds ☁︎︎

- a spider’s love ☆

- addicted to this feeling ☆

- fingers of cotton ღ☁︎︎

- crushing on the spider! ღ

- shopping date (blind!reader) ღ

- fluffy cuddles (selectively mute!reader) ღ

- first time (FTM!reader) ☆

- anal play ☆

-listening to music together ღ

- using the safe word ఌ

headcanons 𝜗𝜚

- soft smut headcanons (FTM!reader) ☆

-Deadpool!reader headcanons ☆ ღ

• Alastor

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

-first kiss ღ

-walking w/ the eggs ღ

-Alastor finds you crying ☁︎︎

-insatiable ☆

• Husk

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

- broken bottles = broken hearts ღ

• Lucifer

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

- daddy issues ☆

-genderbend!Lucifer ღ

-genderbend!Lucifer (2) ☆

headcanons 𝜗𝜚

-being Lucifer's lover ღ

• Adam

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

- Adam’s breeding kink ☆

- fucking the rockstar ☆

- affectionate scum ☆

- sweet little thing ☆

-raindrops n gutairs ☆

-sugary sweet ☁︎︎ღ

-when you sleep, he eats ☆

-silky smoke ☆

- how big is Adam?

- FTM!Adam ☆

- omegaverse ☆

-food play ☆

-Adam's body ☁︎︎

headcanons 𝜗𝜚

- being Adam’s lover ღ

- stalker!Adam ୨ৎ

oneshots ✿

- stepdad!Adam ୨ৎ

• Sir Pentious

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

- Sir Pentious in a rut ☆

Helluva Boss

• Crimson

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

headcanons 𝜗𝜚

• being Crimson’s sugar baby ღ☆

Marvel

Deadpool/Wade Wilson

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

-he comes with knifes ☆

• Wolverine/Logan Howlett

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

-you’re too sweet for me ☆

Breaking Bad

• Jesse Pinkman

drabbles ᡣ𐭩

- edging w/ Jesse ☆

Challenges

Kinktober 2024 ☆

[twins-write]

Request Information

We write x reader and x OC stories/oneshots, so don't be afraid to give your character a name, unless you prefer it being the reader!

We typically write the reader as a female, but if you prefer gender neutral, let us know!

We generally write for male people/characters as well.

We write:

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

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We do not write smut!

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When something is requested, we will try to get to it as quickly as possible, but we are both full time students and play sports, so please bear with us!

We write for a lot of things, but here is the list if you want to go through it all! If you don't see a specific person/show or anything on the list, still feel free to request it. We might have accidentally left it out, but if not, we can still attempt to write that person for you!

You can submit requests by clicking the link at the bottom of this post or the link at the top of the blog, both will take you to a form to submit your request!

FULL LIST OF WHAT WE WRITE FOR:

Shows/movies:

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen

Justin Foley

911 (Lonestar and the original)

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Judd Ryder

Owen Strand

Paul Strickland

TK Strand

Wyatt Harris

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Attack On Titan

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirstein

Big Time Rush

Carlos

James

Kendall

Logan

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Cobra Kai

Eli Moskowitz (Hawk)

Johnny Lawrence

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Game of Thrones

Bronn

Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Goosebumps

James Etten

Lucas Parker

Gossip Girl

Chuck Bass

Eric Van Der Woodsen

Nate Archibald

Grey’s Anatomy

George O’Malley

Mark Sloan

IT

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Jujustu Kaisen

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Toge Inumaki

Yuji Itadori

Lab Rats

Chase Davenport

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Deadpool

Druig

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker (Tom’s or Andrew’s)

Steve Rogers

Thor 

Wolverine

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Hitoshi Shinsou

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Keigo Takami

Shota Aizawa

Shoto Todoroki

Takami Amajiki

NCIS (LA and the original)

Anthony DiNozzo

Eric Beale

G. Callen

Jimmy Palmer

Marty Deeks

Timothy McGee

Nerve

Tommy Mancuso

New Girl

Coach

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Winston Bishop

Now You See Me

Jack Wilder

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

John B.

Pope

Rafe Cameron

Topper

Percy Jackson

Percy

Pretty Little Liars

Caleb Rivers

Holden Strauss

Jason DiLaurentis

Mike Montgomery

Noel Kahn

Toby Cavanaugh

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood

Jace Herondale

Simon Lewis

Shameless

Ian Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

Smallville

Clark Kent

Lex Luthor

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Supernatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline

Sam Winchester

T@GGED

Ash Franklin

Brandon Darrow

Trevor Askill

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Titans

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Gar Logan (Beast Boy)

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Jasper Jordan

Monty Green

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nicholas Scratch

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

The Maze Runner

Minho

Newt

Thomas

The Middle

Axl Heck

Sean Donahue

The OC

Luke Ward

Ryan Atwood

Seth Cohen

The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

The Outsiders

Darry Curtis

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

The Rookie

John Nolan

Tim Bradford

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Stefan Salvatore

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

True Blood

Eric Northman

Jason Stackhouse

Sam Merlotte

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

Seth Clearwater

Wizards of Waverly Place

Justin Russo

Real people:

5 Seconds of Summer members (all)

Ateez members (all)

Cody Fern

Jamie Muscato

Sam and Colby

Stray Kids members (all)

The Boyz (all)

Tomorrow x Together members (all)

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[idkaguyorsomething]

144 options narrowed down to one final poll!!! Whoever wins I will write a oneshot about (when writer’s block finally gets off my back 🫠). Remember, best companion does not necessarily mean that they have to get along with the Doctor the best. Challenging each other in interesting ways or causing each other to change is also a perfectly valid dynamic. Explain in the tags who you voted for, with which incarnation, any why!

[breakingblorbos]

Pinned Post/Blog Info!

Hiya!! Welcome to my BrBa & BCS focused blog! 👋🏼😊 The primary purpose of this pinned post is to give some info about me, my blog, and what you can expect to find on it. Everything below the cut is not required reading to follow or interact; merely just additional info if you are interested, or if you want to make requests. The only thing I require you to read is the following disclaimer:

This is an 18+ blog ran by an adult. You will find NSFT art/fic, dark and potentially upsetting themes, as is common for the BrBa/BCS universe. And I make very thirsty comments & posts about my blorbos, so just keep that in mind. However!! I am not going to restrict anyone from following/interacting with my blog. Use your own discretion and awareness. That's your responsibility, not mine. Anything that needs a content warning will be tagged appropriately, of course.

🌌About Me!🪐

Basic info - You can call me either Orion or Riley! I'm 25, neurodivergent, trans masc & nonbinary, and bisexual. Pronouns are he/him and they/them. I do also live in New Mexico (born and raised babyy!), which makes the shows that much more special to me!! I'm very friendly and open, but also very shy, so I tend to not reach out to folks even when I want to talk to them (which, honestly, is most of y'all. Oops.) If you ever do feel compelled to chat with me, please don't hesitate! I'm super excited to talk about BrBa/BCS with literally anybody!

I'm a writer, but I struggle hard with getting anything actually published on here or AO3. I try to write but it's not nearly consistent enough to ever expect anything from me. I'm working towards getting better at this! My main hurdle to overcome is my perfectionism and my fear of rejection (RSD).

I have a lot of interests, being autistic, so the only important one to list here is obviously Breaking Bad & Better Call Saul. You can certainly ask about my other interests, and I'll be happy to tell you more! I like to keep my special interests all separate on their own dedicated blogs, so that was the main motivation behind creating this one. Which leads me to the next section:

☣️About This Blog!⚗️

Most of the content is gonna be reblogs from others: fanart, fics, writings, memes, shitposts, etc. I myself am not an artist and cannot contribute with art even though I wish I could, but I may sometimes write little drabbles, oneshots, and universe willing, fic chapters for my ships/blorbos (more info on that below ↓). If you want to see something in particular, you're more than welcome to submit a request! I think I have a lot more motivation to write when I get specifically asked to write something, perhaps?

My main blorbos: (red shows the character currently occupying my braincell the most rn)

🥊Tuco Salamanca

🐍Nacho Varga (and by extension, Vaas Montenegro. I simply love MM.)

💀Marco & Leonel Salamanca

❤️‍🩹Jesse Pinkman

🎭Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill

Of course, I adore all the characters (except Walt ofc) and they're all very special to me!! But these seven men listed above have an absolute chokehold on my brain at any given time lmao, so they will be featured prominently in this blog.

My fave ships:

Default ship is character x reader

Vaacho (Vaas x Nacho)

Lacho (Nacho x Lalo)

Beef Sandwich (Nacho x Twins) I fucking love this ship name holy shit

Tucho (Tuco x Nacho)

McWexler (Kim x Jimmy)

Jesse x Jane

Jesse x Andrea

Jesse x happiness (this is a joke, but also not. Man deserves it.)

📨Requests!📝

My asks are always open for questions, requests, or really anything! I love sending/receiving asks and interacting with this fandom! If you're interested in requesting a writing from me, first read this list of what I will and won't write before you submit your request:

Yes, no problem!

Vast majority of ships

Smut/Explicit/PWP

Headcanons

AUs

Oneshots

Drabble

Reader Inserts

Gender Swaps

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Violence/Gore

Dubcon

Toxic Relationship

Most Kinks & Fetishes

Please ask first!

Fandom Crossovers (mostly just to ensure I know the fandom)

Consensual Noncon (depends on character)

No, I will not!

In/ce/st Ships (i.e. twincest, cousins)

Explicit content involving underage characters

Ageplay (calling a character daddy doesn't count lol)

Extreme Kinks, such as s/ca/t, v/or/e, n/ecr/o, etc.

Keep in mind that I reserve the right to deny your request for any reason, including no reason at all! 9 times out of 10 this won't be necessary, but if you're rude or demanding non-jokingly, I won't write for you! Just be chill and it'll be Saul Goodman! :)

Also I don't have a Masterlist to link here, because I've never posted anything ever! It's all just vibing in my Google Docs while I polish and tweak until the end of time! Fun! :D /s

So, yeah, I suppose that's the long and the short of it. I didn't expect for this to be so long, but I have a tendency to just keep adding details to things! Good for writing; not great for writing a blog intro. I'll edit as needed over time, though. Thanks for reading if you got this far! Seriously, props to you. Here's a cookie mwah 🤲🏼🍪

[sleepershell]

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[jessepinkmansdirtybong]

hey i’m ritchie !!

this blog is mainly about jesse pinkman, but i write and post about general breaking bad stuff too.

feel free to send it requests for fics/oneshots/drabbles etc!!! i love talking to other jesse enjoyers

[cappincooks]

𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗸.

pairing: jesse pinkman x gender-neutral reader

type: fluff

overview: you were woken up by jesse forgetting to stop the microwave timer before it goes off at 2 am.

you felt shifting from across the bed you shared with jesse. it felt like he was careful and intentionally being gentle to not wake you up. though this wasn't different from any other night. he usually gets up in the middle of the night to take a leak, so you drift back to sleep.

"ah shit shit shit shit, fuck-"

you hear jesse screaming in lowercase letters from the kitchen, it was filled with the sound of your microwave beeping. shifting your heavy eyes from the ceiling, you check the time on your bedside clock: 2:03 am.

sighing, you decided to sit yourself up on your bed and checked up on him. "...jess?"

"uh yeah yeah, sorry. i forgot to turn the damn thing off in time." you hear him pushing some buttons. "i got hungry. wanna eat with me?"

you were dozing off while he was explaining the commotion, to your defense you did get woken up abruptly a few hours earlier than you were supposed to.

hearing only silence, jesse poked his head in your bedroom and saw you were sleeping. he quietly approached your side and covered you in your blanket, which woke you up.

"huh? oh yeah, i could join you. sorry i dozed off, just tired is all."

"nah, you could sleep in if you want to." he tenderly touched your cheek. his eyes were piercing enough to make you feel giddy like you were finally talking to your high school crush, but soft enough to let you know everything would be okay.

you put your hand on top of his, which was resting on your cheek. "it's fine, i kinda got hungry too." you kiss his hand before you stood up from the bed to enter the dimly lit kitchen.

"what'd you make anyway?"

"uhh, poptarts."

"didn't grab your good 'ol funyuns?" you looked back in his direction, quietly giggling.

"oh i would if i could yo, but we ran out of those a few days ago, like zero. but i could make you eggs if you want?" you could hear jesse's quiet footsteps from behind you.

"my boyfriend? cooking? in what world?" you giggled as you leaned on his kitchen island as you fixate your sight on him approaching you with a smirk.

there was no light turned on in the kitchen, just the natural light coming from the moon slithering in through his window blinds was shining on his face. it was enough for you to adore him.

as he was approaching you, his eyes never left yours. his arms found their way to your waist like it was second nature to him already. you do the same thing to him, hopefully, you make him feel loved as he does with you.

"i can cook." his voice raspy, he smirks. his face inches away from yours, he playfully rubs his nose against your own.

"mhm. sure you can." you sleepily replied.

"yeah i can. if it's for you, i can do anything."

you felt a ticklish feeling in your stomach. you were always like this whenever you were with jesse. he just makes you feel amazing, special, loved. you don't know how he does it.

you figured jesse wouldn't notice your overly blushing face in the dark, but he apparently did.

"cute." he remarks.

you rub his cheek, "what is?"

"you're blushing." he chuckles.

"shut up pinkman." you gently pushed him away as you laughed, embarrassed.

he smoothly picks himself up from your push and picked up a pan. hopefully it was clean? both of you hate doing the dishes.

"pinkman," he stopped in his tracks, fixating on the frying pan. "it suits you." he says nonchalantly while grabbing some eggs from the fridge.

you were an even bigger blushing mess now. what did he mean by that? like, did he mean marrying you? or was it something random?

he looks over his shoulder, chuckling when he noticed you were silent. "relax, babe. your face was just really pink earlier so. pinkman. get it?"

"oh," you laughed the embarrassment off.

"one day though." he winks at you as he started frying up some eggs.

[noellawrites]

Boyfriend - Jesse Pinkman x reader

It was late at night when Jesse called you. You glanced over at your boyfriend, who was still asleep next to you, then you snuck out of your bedroom.

“Jesse, hey, what’s up?”

“Are you home? Can I come over?”

“I’m home, but Lucas is here. You can’t come over.”

“Well can you come over instead? I just miss you, you know? I need someone sane to talk to.”

You hastily looked around. The time on your microwave read 1:15. You were sure you had enough time to spend with Jesse before you had to wake up for work.

-

“And we drove out, like middle of nowhere in the desert, and we cooked. When but the car wouldn’t start, and that’s where it gets crazy,” Jesse explained.

You were laying on Jesse’s couch. Your head was in his lap, and he was playing with your hair.

An outsider might think you were dating, but you knew this was just a symbol of your close friendship.

As Jesse told you the stranded cooking weekend story again, you drifted off into your own dreams.

-

You were cruelly pulled out of your dream world by the doorbell repeatedly ringing.

Jesse groaned and adjusted above you, and you realized that you had accidentally fallen asleep on his lap.

“Who’s at the door?” you mumbled.

“I don’t know, but they’re getting pretty angry,” Jesse laughed.

You got up and opened the door. Surprisingly, it was your boyfriend, and he attempted to push his body past you.

Where the hell is that dweeb?” Lucas growled in a voice unfamiliar to you.

“Look, Lucas, it was an accident! Nothing happened, you know that,” you protested.

“I don’t believe you,” Lucas seethed.

He pushed you against the door, causing you to hit your head and cry out.

Lucas ran past you into the kitchen. You heard him before you saw him.

“Woah, woah, put that down, Jesse,” Lucas begged.

“Don’t ever touch her again. Get out of my house and don’t come back,” Jesse ordered.

Jesse followed Lucas with the gun as he walked backwards out the door, and then he was just... gone.

Jesse put the gun down and ran over to you, as you were still clutching your head in pain.

“I’ll be fine, Jesse. Where’d you get a gun?”

“Mr. White gave it to me for self defense. Does Lucas always do shit like that?”

“No, that’s the thing. He’s never really been a big fan of you, but I always told him that you’re my best friend, so he leaves it alone.”

“You need to break up with that asshole.”

“I’m already ahead of you. He’s the one living in my house, so I told him to get his stuff and leave.”

-

It’s been two weeks since your boyfriend moved out, and your life has been infinitely better.

The time you used to spend basically babysitting your boyfriend, you now spend with Jesse and occasionally Badger or Skinny Pete.

You were happier with Jesse. Happier than you had ever been in your year and a half long relationship with Lucas.

One day, you were innocently laying with Jesse on his mattress.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” You asked suddenly.

You turned towards Jesse to gauge his reaction, but instead he pulled you into his body and kissed you deeply.

“Does that answer your question?”

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine being with Jesse when Walter showed up to propose a partnership....

“Think we can talk in private?” Mr. White stuttered as Jesse’s arm tightened around you. He had told you once he got home about your old chemistry teacher seeing him at the bust. But neither of you ever expected he would be standing in your driveway.

“Yo man, whatever you gotta say, you can say in front of my girl.” He barked as your hand tightened around his.

“Alright, your girl know that you were almost busted for cooking?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I saw you today, and I wanna offer you a partnership, I’ll ummm cook and you can....”

“Mr. White, you can’t seriously be offering to cook with Jesse?” You questioned as he looked at you, remembering you fondly from class. You were one of his brightest students, yet somehow you had ended up with one of the most unsuccessful students he had ever had.

“I am.” He stuttered, before he looked at his feet, “I’m hoping you will seriously consider it, and I will be expecting an answer tomorrow.”

“What are you looking to cook, cause Jesse’s shit is the bomb....”

“The purest shit you’ve ever had.” He replied, before looking to you again, “Like I said, I expect an answer tomorrow.”

“Sure Mr. White.” Jesse replied, before Mr. White slowly backed out of your drive way, the gate scrapping against the pavement as he left. Neither you nor Jesse moving as you watched his car slowly light up and pull away slowly.

“You should do it.” You whispered, your head slowly turning towards him as he looked at you in horror.

“No way babe, not a...”

“You are making bank now with the Chilie P, but just think how much you could be banking with the purest shit in town?” You replied, as the pieces clicked in his head, knowing you were right.

“Babe.” He pulled you closer, his lips meeting your forehead as his eyes closed, “You are a fucking saint.”

“I know.” You smiled, before pulling slightly away and dragging him inside.

[justauthoring]

THE OTHERS (NON ANIME) MASTERLIST.

STRANGER THINGS:

STEVE HARRINGTON:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

nepenthe.

headcanons:

nothing yet…

THE QUARRY:

DYLAN LENIVY:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

bravery.

headcanons:

nothing yet...

NICK FURCILLO:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

control.

selcouth.

headcanons:

nothing yet...

COBRA KAI:

ELI MOSKOWITZ:

series:

Shadow of Yourself:

Season One:

Welcome To The Losers!

She Did What Now?

The Rise of Hawk.

Season Two:

Time to Decide.

What Happened To You?

Just One Moment.

Season Three:

The Final Straw.

Everything’s Changed.

You’re Really Sorry?

Season Four:

Let’s Start Over, Shall We?

The New Do.

The Day That Finally Came.

Season Five:

It’s Not So Easy.

The Friendship We’ve Been Waiting For.

The Gang’s Back Together Again.

oneshots:

nothing yet...

headcanons:

nothing yet...

TEEN WOLF:

STILES STILINSKI:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

alexithymia (commissions piece)

headcanons:

nothing yet...

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION:

ZORO RORONOA:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

the bait

headcanons:

nothing yet...

SANJI VINSMOKE:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

nothing yet...

headcanons:

nothing yet...

OPERATION: TRUE LOVE:

GO EUNHYEOK:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

"here.”

headcanons:

nothing yet...

BAEK DOHWA:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

nothing yet...

headcanons:

nothing yet...

HOGWARTS LEGACY:

Sebastian Sallow:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

the winner takes it all.

headcanons:

nothing yet…

Ominis Gaunt:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

nothing yet...

headcanons:

nothing yet…

TED LASSO:

Jamie Tartt:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

change in perspective.

your reassurance.

headcanons:

nothing yet…

FINAL FANTASY VII

Reno Sinclair:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

against the world [1].

the harsh truth [2].

headcanons:

nothing yet...

Cloud Strife:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

quite like this.

headcanons:

nothing yet...

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul:

Jesse Pinkman:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

just hold me.

headcanons:

nothing yet...

Ignacio “Nacho” Varga:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

whole wide world.

headcanons:

nothing yet...

Baldur’s Gate:

Astarion:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

a promise he’ll keep.

“it had been a while since you had the chance to bathe.”

headcanons:

nothing yet...

Harry Potter (Marauders):

Remus Lupin:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

a certain fondness.

headcanons:

nothing yet...

Sirius Black:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

nothing yet...

headcanons:

nothing yet...

James Potter:

series:

nothing yet...

oneshots:

nothing yet...

headcanons:

nothing yet...