#Mike Ehrmantraut x ftm!reader

[pikmingrubb]

Star Gazing

Mike Ehrmantraut x Reader

Tags: sfw, cuddling, star gazing, thoughts of suicide and depression,

Word count: 1,993

The impulse for jumping in front of a moving car felt like the temptation of eating chocolate late at night, something you craved deeply, but perhaps you should just sleep. Allow yourself to dream and forget about the chocolate, forget about the feeling that seeded itself inside that wanted to extinguish your very existence.

It was one of those nights again, the lonesome table that you sat at felt as if it had trapped you in a spiraling thought process you couldn’t break from. Everything felt heavy, mournful…Regrets about things that had yet to even occur spun.

Fuck…

Your eyes blinked from your stupor, how long had you just been staring at the wall, this wasn’t helping. Those racing thoughts broke through again, would be nice just to end it all, a knife to the throat, gurgle out silently. It would just take a second. These thoughts used to scare you, but now they just felt dull and annoying, like a little bird that kept squawking at you no matter what you did.

You let out a little sigh, looking at the clock in your kitchen, fuck… 2am…

Picking up your phone you scrolled through your contacts, no reasonable person would ever be awake now. You stopped at one, Mike, weighing the pros and cons of possibly waking him up all for your stupid bull shit. One text, you prayed.

Hey, you up?

You sent it and closed your phone, a solemn feeling entering you. Nothing was expected to come from your one prayer, but maybe.

Beep.

Never had you opened your phone up so quickly, the light of your phone burning your eyes as you quickly read the response.

Yes. Can’t sleep again?

No, you either? Care for company?

I’ll pick you up.

Relief filled your body, hands folding on the table as you allowed yourself a moment of peace. You wouldn’t be alone.

The car door was your only notice that he was here, you didn’t even bother checking before you exited the house. His dark silhouette stood by his vehicle, it hummed slightly, he just watched as you approached his passenger door.

You both got in wordlessly, your hands instinctively buckling yourself in, Mike gave you a little nod of approval before he started pulling away into the serene night.

The windows were down allowing you to reach your hand out and feel the wind through your spread fingers, pretending to be a bird soaring high above. The wind caught under your wings as you expertly glided through the flow of air, it felt calming.

The high beams gleamed off the signs and metal passing by, and streetlights above gave small fragments of light disappearing as soon as they came. Nightlife felt so different than the day, you absolutely loved it, the sound of bugs chittering calmly, most slept while a few people did as you two were doing right now.

“Where are we going?” Your voice broke the silence, you tried bringing yourself to the present, licking your wounds and allowing your mind to heal from stupid thoughts.

“You’ll see.” Was all he had to give, he gave you a comforting glance before refocusing on the trip before him. The two of you seemed to drive for almost thirty minutes, you just sat back and reclined the seat, closing your eyes and letting the rumble of the road lull you into a peaceful doze.

Mike relaxed a little seeing you start to doze off, he was glad you texted. He couldn’t care less about when he was late at night, but you had been worrying him lately. He knew something was up, but wanted you to approach him first, it wasn’t the first late-night outing he had experienced with you.

The sudden humming of the vehicle turning off alerted your brain that you had reached your destination, your body slowly climbing up from the soft seat.

“Mmmm, w’here?” You mumbled looking around, there was nothing…

You blinked slowly observing, the darkness didn’t allow for much to be seen, the sandy dirt and shrubs stretched for miles, and you were far away from any civilization.

Confusion split your tired mind as you turned to give Mike a questioning look, “Is this like some horror movie shit? Like, are you gonna sacrifice me now?” your glaring squint made him raise his brows at such an accusation.

“Tsk, yeah, now get out so I can nail you to a cross.” He rolled his eyes opening his door and popping the trunk button. You followed him out with a small smile and stretched your cramped limbs, letting out a small yawn.

Mike’s dark jacket could be seen digging around inside the car’s trunk, curiosity led you to peer into the back, trying to see over him inside the dark hole.

He quickly rose back up with a large bag in hand, it almost looked like a gun case…You gave Mike a worried look, “Here, carry this.” he just handed you the large tote and closed his trunk softly, the bag was a lot heavier than a gun. He shouldered a smaller bag, this one looked more familiar, maybe his lunch box?

Mike started to walk out into the desert, you trailed along trying to carry the awkwardly long bag with you, slightly tripping over some roots and stumbling after him. He gave you a quick glance to see you were still upright, “Come on, pokey little puppy.” He commented with a smirk.

A frown just laced your lips, he would never let you live that joke down, would he? He was right though, you practically tripped on nothing and got distracted by a bug on the ground, before realizing that the person you were walking with was now ten meters away.

Mike stopped in a particularly shrub-free area, he glanced around as if to inspect the dirt and decided it met whatever strange criteria he wanted.

“Here’s a good spot.” He said looking back at you standing awkwardly, awaiting his command and still grasping the large tote.

“Go ahead and put it down. Genty,” he said letting the bag around his shoulders hit the ground softly before approaching you.

You placed the bag down and kneeled on the ground, your fingers already unzipping it, Mike just watched from above you. Slowly metal gleaming rods and a cylinder was revealed, your brain slowly locking into place what exactly you were looking at. A gasp left your lips, looking up at Mike excitedly, a giant grin across your face.

“Oh my god, is this a fucking Celestron?” Your hands practically shook as you pulled out an extremely costly telescope, it had large optics, it was massive… Way more impressive than a gun, you carefully set it down and brought out the standing tripod to set it up, Mike just watched as you unpacked his gear like a giddy child.

After completely setting it up and fiddling with the lenses and eyepieces, you finally positioned it and stopped adjusting the mount, “Shit, this thing will be able to see everything!” You exclaimed already taking a peek into the lens.

You stopped dead in your tracks, the light that gleamed and shone before you were awe-inspiring. You were currently looking at the billowing dust particles and clouds of the Milkyway galaxy, past and distant stars shone and glimmered clearer than anything you’d seen before. You felt the hairs on your arms raise, and a small shiver ran down your spine.

You just sat and silently observed, swiveling the mount to look at different things before you, it didn’t matter what. Everything you saw was beautiful and vibrant. You pulled back and looked at Mike with a very star-struck look, you felt choked up, your voice failing you.

“Its…Uh, it's strange to think that we’re currently looking at long-dead stars.” You chuckled, resting your hands on your thighs, “Weird, huh?” You smiled watching his expression rest on an amused and happy look, he was enjoying your reaction.

“Think you can spot Saturn?” He asked looking up and into the night sky, you hummed slightly and began orienting yourself, looking for a familiar constellation.

“Capricornus…” You mumbled to yourself, you could see Saturn with just your eyes, but with the telescope, it would be brilliant and beautiful.

You checked the visuals a few times, homing in on the planet before you finally were able to clearly see it. You looked at it for a few seconds, a strange feeling rose in you.

“It looks… Lonely and sad.” You grimaced pulling back, “Also, can I not see its ring fully?” You questioned Mike, he shook his head a little gazing upward.

“It depends, our movement in the system means we’re getting a head-on angle of the ring, it’ll come back around in a few years. What you’re probably seeing now is mostly shadow casting on the planet.” He explained, you listened carefully and made a little “ah” sound peaking back into the scope.

“Poor Saturn, not a good look on you, still a beautiful planet though…” You smiled and sighed.

The two of you spent another hour looking for stars and constellations, naming out as many as you could spot. Mike apparently knew a great deal of lore and stories behind them, you enjoyed him regaling hunters who became trapped in the stars and wicked creatures forever entwined inside the patterns above you.

Stories that humans told hundreds of years ago, and stars that changed little above you, it was serene knowing that billions of humans adored the very same burning little lights. A beauty upon the world that all shared.

Mike and you were currently lying down on a thick blanket on the ground, he had brought out warm coffee and sandwiches for you to share. The two of you just watched the stars above, they slowly moved and seeped into the sky as the Earth turned gently.

At some point you had cuddled closer to Mike, the night desert had gotten cold and started to suck the warmth from you. He just wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you rested your head in his armpit. His jacket crinkled against your face as you snuggled as close as possible while continuing to gaze at the stars above.

“Thank you for bringing me out here, this was fun.” You said with tiredness seeping in, Mike was silent for a moment, just basking in your presence before feeling his hand squeeze your shoulder in a comforting way.

“Of course, and if you ever wanna do midnight activities, I’m always gonna be there. Just make sure you got some coffee already brewed next time.” He joked smiling into the night sky, you chuckled slightly and readjusted yourself, so you were sitting up.

You gently took his hand and tugged it, “Come on, I wanna go home, I’m tired.” You whined at him, he just sighed in agreement and got up with you, complaining that you were making his old man bones hurt.

“Mmm, can I crash at your place? It’s closer and I’m already so sleepy.” You said buckling up in the car, Mike raised his eyebrow at you but didn’t say no.

“Plus, your bed is wayyy comfier,” You smiled practically falling asleep in the passenger side before he could even start pulling away.

“Yeesh,” Mike said trying not to fall even harder for you as you dozed off in his car, his chest felt warm, and relaxed. He too, just wanted to lie next to you and go to bed, not a worry in his mind.

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Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill/Gene Takovic

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Breeding Kink

Remote Control Vibrator

Gene Takovic

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Hair Pulling

Gender Neutral Reader Assistant

Closing Time

Kitten Petplay

Take the Edge Off

Positive Reinforcement

Jimmy McGill x FTM!Reader

Dom!Reader x Sub!Jimmy

Piss Kink

Slip of the Tongue

Watersports Sub Jimmy

Buttslut Jimmy McGill

Lunch Break

NSFW Alphabet

Saul + Lalo teaching Reader to suck dick

More Piss Kink

Did I stutter?

VCH Piercing

Mike watching Reader/Jimmy in the parking garage

Chaser Jimmy being gross

Chicanerous

First Time for Everything

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Brat Taming

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Obedience Training

Box Cutter

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Jesse Pinkman

Psychedelic

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Misery Loves Company

Are We There Yet? (Jesse x Reader x Mike)

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FTM!Reader

Splash Zone

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Take Control

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Breeding Kink

Kim Wexler

Mommy Kink

Nacho Varga

Bear Witness (Lalo x Reader x Nacho) 2

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Nacho's Childhood (SFW)

Mike Ehrmantraut

Rise and Shine

Are We There Yet? (Jesse x Reader x Mike)

Mike watching Reader/Jimmy in the parking garage

Sit Still

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Front

Upstairs Neighbor

Joel Miller x FTM!Reader

Breeding/Anal

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Burning Rage

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Mike Ehrmantraut x ftm! Reader

Chapter 3!

Tags: sfw, Walter white(derogatory)

“So…How was it?” Jesse said almost tentatively, his words barely processing in your tired brain. You let it soak and ruminate before realizing what he meant, ah the date. His eyes watched you a little from the porch outside, an ashtray and a cigarette held in his hands as he leaned against the metal framing. He looked a little better than the other day, finally able to get more than a few hours of interrupted sleep, he gently scratched the side of his head while you thought of a response. 

“I liked it.” You said unsure of the words you wanted to choose, with so many bouncing around in your head apparently, those were the best ones you could dig up at first. Jesse gave you a strange look, you let out a low chuckle, knowing those didn’t quite sum up your time. 

“I enjoyed it, the food was honestly trash, but the conversations made up for it.” A smile rose to your face, Jesse’s eyes widened a little and he nodded his head. Mediocre food and good conversation between two people, seem to count towards an overall swell time. 

“Yeah?” He snuffed his cigarette out and decided to finally come back inside, he gently closed the sliding door shut and locked it. 

“You guys do anything after?” His voice sounded a little teasing, your gaze came back up from pouring creamer into your coffee, and a wide smirk appeared on your face. You let him watch you closely, he was trying to figure out if you were joking, sparks flying in his brain igniting into a dumpster fire of possibilities.

Jesse’s eyes widened, “You-” his mouth gaped lightly, pointing at you. “-Oh, come on what did you do?” Jesse demanded, trying to stay serious but with a giant grin on his face. He approached the island in the kitchen and leaned over it, eyes straining on your face as if he could rip the story from you with sheer pressure. 

“Nothing like that, Jesse…” You scolded, his brows still raised giving you a suspicious look. “Buuut,” You drawled slowly, “We did kiss.” You looked at him almost proud, Jesse practically jumped up, excitement in his eyes. 

“Yooooo!” He came closer to you and slapped your back, “You’re a total player now!” He cheered, you scoffed a little and tried holding back a laugh. Your hand slips around the coffee mug to sip at the warm liquid, tongue practically melting into the flavor. 

“So, you’re like into him?” He said humorously, a tiny smile still tugging at his lips. You let out a low sigh through your nose, pondering quietly at his remark. 

“I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how this normally goes, but I do like him. I’d like to get to know him, I just hope he doesn’t ghost me, y’know?” Your lips falter into a straight line, brow furrowed as anxiety settles in your stomach like a bad taste. 

“I mean, unfortunately, that kinda comes with the territory,” Jesse says giving you a little pat, “Not everyone is a winner, and if they leave you high and dry they’re not worth your time of day, yo. You gotta find someone who knows your worth,” He explained, honestly, it was a little strange hearing such comforting words coming from his mouth. Usually, it was the other way around, you consoling him after another stupid fight with his on-and-off girlfriend of the month. 

 “Thanks, Jesse.” Your voice tinged with sincerity, he just nodded his head a little and withdrew his hand from your shoulder. A deep sigh calmed your nerves a little, no point in worrying about something that may or may not happen. 

“Oh, by the way, uhm Mr.White left you a voice mail earlier, I heard the tail end of it,” You mentioned as Jesse was about to saunter away, he looked back at the landline and let out an aggravated noise, he stomped his foot over and clicked a few buttons, a buzz sounded from the device “Voice mail deleted.” Chimed the little robot voice. 

Jesse looked a little pissed, “Asshole…” He mumbled at the phone, looking back up at you to see your confused look. 

“He uh, listen we got into a fight, and we split ways for a little bit. So until he apologizes, he can kiss my ass,” Jesse sneered into the phone as if Mr.White could possibly hear him through the dead landline. Your brows raised a little, “Oh, okay. Noted,” you replied gently pouring more coffee into your dwindling cup. 

Jesse seemed satisfied as he sauntered away back into his little hole of a bedroom, you just shook your head a little with a smile. 

You wondered just how long this break from his partner was going to be, they always seemed to be scrambling about something every other day. You assumed Jesse would falter and slink back to him once their little tantrums were finally burnt out, you assumed anyway. 

Finally deciding your bowels had enough coffee to start your day, you drained the rest down the sink and left it for later. You had a few things to run around and do today, hopefully, it’ll keep your mind occupied enough to not allow you to brew upon any mishaps. 

The first stop was the local Lough Depot, apparently, Jesse’s little cooking batch he made with Badger had absolutely roached your garbage disposal. You didn’t even want to bother calling the landlord. No fucking way was he gonna pull that shit out and evict you two because Jesse was an idiot, your mediocre handyman skills will have to do. Besides, you’ll just buy a whole new unit and slap it in, most work you’ll have to do is use an allen wrench and maybe get some new plumbing tape. 

To the plumping section it is, you thought idly passing by aisles upon aisles of tools and things you really shouldn’t be looking at. Lest they tempt you into buying more bullcrap tool sets that you don’t need, you turned your gaze away and tried to focus. 

God, why were there so many units? You held up your current garbage disposal’s serial code, trying desperately to decide if just any unit would work. They have to be universal, right? Your brow furrowed as you bent over looking at the lower shelf, trying to decide upon a cheap and easy fix. 

“Oh, hey, (Y/n)! I uh, didn’t expect to see you here!” Came an almost cheery voice, your head snapped to the side, and saw a face you didn’t expect. You stood up straight and faced him finally, “Mr.White, oh I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice you, I was uh…Looking at garbage disposals…” You trailed off, your eyes looking at his cart full of strange supplies. Lots of high-quality tubing and multiple gallons of…Ethynol? 

“Did yours break?” He asked, stating the obvious, but just being polite. You nodded your head, a little flash of anxiety flowing through you. “Uhm yeah, I just…Didn’t realize how many garbage disposals there were, does it really matter which one?” You laughed a little, Walter looked a little intrigued but stepped closer, inspecting the bar code you held in your hand.

“No, no. I think they’re all about the same, do you know if you have standard piping sizes?” He asked bending down and looking at the models. Your eyes widened at his intentions of helping you, “Just the standard, I think 1 and a half inches, yeah.” You murmured out as he grabbed a box and flipped it over, inspecting the back text for a second. He leans back up and hands you the large box, “I think this one will do, obviously keep the receipt if I’m wrong.” He nods his head a little and gives a small shrug. 

“Shit, I mean…Thanks, Walter…” You felt embarrassed, he practically just played father for you, helping his lost child in the department store. Walter shook his hands at you, dismissing your words, “It’s no problem, really, I just happened to be around.” He smiled a little at you, he stayed quiet for a moment before opening his mouth again. 

You just watched as he seemed to hesitate before you, not wanting to step on any toes, “Hey, while I’ve got you here, did you happen to see Jesse anytime recently?” He asked, sordid and casual, your brow raised a little as he seemed to stutter before you. 

 “Yeah, actually he told me you two were in a fight?” You said rather, matter of factly, you really didn’t wanna play any social games right now. Walter closed his mouth and nodded his head slowly, a low chuckle came from his mouth, a small sound of “ah” came from him. 

“We had a disagreement on workload sharing, he’s been stressed and never told me until it was too late,” He explained intertwining his fingers together, you felt a little twinge inside you, yeah that sounded like Jesse. 

“I tried to talk to him, but you know how he is…Likes to yell a lot and then throw a fit, I think he just needs some time away.” Walter continued, you nodded your head a little, wondering why he was possibly telling you all this. 

Mostly you were grateful, it really wasn’t often that Jesse said anything until it was too late, and you were picking him up from the local jail along with Badger or Skinny Pete. 

“I didn’t really realize, I’ve been a little busy recently, and now I feel like an ass…” You mumbled a little, Walter just shook his head at you, “No, don’t think like that!” He waved his hands, “Jesse keeps these things to himself, you know he tries playing hard ass…He’s young and stupid,” He says, a little chuckle coming from him. 

At this point, you just let out a little sigh, “Yeah, I mean. I get it.” your shoulders shrugged a little, adjusting the box under your arm a little. 

Walter looked just about done with his ramblings, he saw you looking a little antsy and ready to depart from this giant toolbox of a store. 

“Well, anyways, I’m glad you’re doing good,” Walter decided to wrap it up, a small smile on his face, it was abruptly interrupted by a large bought of coughing. He backed up a little and held his hand over his mouth, a single hand raised at you as you watched with concern. 

“Walter, are you-” You stepped beside him and patted his back gently, he just let out another gut-wrenching cough, it sounded like he had the worst case of whooping cough you’d ever heard. 

“I’m fine- I just….I need a second.” He said wiping his mouth a little, you immediately saw scarlet hues upon his open hand. Alarm voices rang through you, instantly holding his lower back as you coaxed him up. 

“Walter, holy shit, you are not fine.” You said with your brows furrowed, Walter just wiped his hand off on his dark pants leg. He glanced a little at you with an exhausted look, eyes just watching him closely. 

You were not daft when it came to medical things, your first thought was pneumonia or a severe upper respiratory infection, but his gaze felt a little different. Knowing eyes stared at you as all the other ideas slipped away, what ever this was he had been dealing with it and it no longer surprised him when blood came up. 

“I’m fine.” He states firmly, you had an idea, but you wouldn’t dare ask out loud. You nod firmly and pry no further, just letting your hand slip from his back as you stepped away. Walter looked a little calmer, understanding that you weren’t going to try to dig into his personal business. 

“Hey, do you maybe need help with your stuff? It’s pretty heavy…” You say extremely gently, Walter just lets out a small snort. “Yeah, okay.” He nods at you. 

___

“Jesus, what are you doing with all this anyways?” You pant a little, sweating in the summer heat as you tried cramming all his stuff into his vehicle. Tetris was apparently a valuable lesson as you fit everything in, carefully pushing everything together so as not to slam around in his back seat while driving. 

“I’ve got an entire deck that needs repainting, and a bunch of unexpected molds in my floorboards, can you believe it?” He coughed a little, closing the trunk of his car and leaning against it. 

“Yeah, that’s a lotta work…I remember when my dad had me help build a new deck with him. Tearing down the old one was easy, it was practically rotting away.” You nodded, a whole ordeal you were glad you didn’t have to deal with. 

“I guess if you ever need any help, just uh call Jesse’s landline,” You breathed out, fixing your shirt. Walter seemed to think on this a little, nodding his head, “Yeah, okay.” He accepted lightly. 

“Hey, and tell Jesse for what it’s worth, I’m not angry at him, I really do want this to work out,” Walter states pulling at his shirt, trying to fan himself off in the heat. 

“Alright, I will. See you if I see you,” you wave a little and leave Walter in the parking lot, traversing through to find your little shit box amongst the rows.  

Your brain kept replaying the moment between Walter and you inside the store, your heart dropped a little wondering if he was as sick as you thought. You hoped he wasn’t, but part of you knew the truth, that he probably had some kind of cancer. Just another damn thing to tug at your heartstrings. 

You let out a little sigh as you climbed into your boiling hot car, throwing the garbage disposal into the passenger seat and buckling in. 

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Mike Ehrmantraut x ftm!reader

Tags: Slice of life(sorta for now), sfw(for now), Jesse pinkman is friends with reader and they live together, slow burn,

1rst Chapter Word Count: 4,456

“Jesse, what the fuck is this?” Disgust dripping from your voice, you stepped away from the sink as a stench wafted, making your nose wrinkle. You have dealt with many nasty smells and fluids, literal human shit and blood, yet this smell made you gag. 

Whatever Jesse had been cooking up was still piled in the sink along with on the stove, you couldn’t open the nearby window fast enough. Your yelling had attracted the said person, his weary gaze popped out from the living room area, inspecting you with a nervous look. 

“Uh, shit, sorry man. Badger and I were distilling some green last night.” He apologized, he currently stood in the doorway and watched as you opened the window to let in the fresh air, you dragged the nearby fan over and blew in the outside air. 

“Ugh, jeez, man. Next time please clean up after yourselves, we cannot have our house smelling like a dirty gym locker, dude.” You gave him a withering look, Jesse’s face was filled with embarrassment at this. He did usually clean up any messes he made, but sometimes they got a little too baked, and promptly forgot about any cleaning duties. 

“I’ll uhm, do the dishes, yeah? Don’t uh, touch any of those jars by the way, that stuff is super concentrated…” Jesse commented opening up the cabinets beneath the sink to pull out rubber gloves to start cleaning the mess. Ever since you and Jesse started living together, he had gotten better about keeping his living arrangement clean.

It was a good thing, Jesse enjoyed living with you and liked having a friend in his life that felt completely stark contrast to his regular buddies. You were a bit of a straight edge but didn’t genuinely care about Jesse’s weed habits. 

You just weren’t interested in weed for yourself, you had enough issues and unfortunately smoking something meant you weren’t fully in control of yourself. You needed that control of a sound mind, without influencing your choices. Mental instability was not fun, so you had to tread carefully around mind-altering drugs. 

“Is Brandon still here?” You asked, using his real name, you flipped between his real one and his nickname often. Jesse looked up at you as he was soaping down a large pot, “Uh nah, he went home pretty late last night, you had already gone to bed.” 

“Fair enough, ‘cause I even went to bed late,” You blinked sitting down at the table and enjoying the slight breeze from the fan as Jesse scrubbed away at the sink, the sound of running water calming your nerves. 

“So uhm, you doing anything today?” Jesse said glancing over at you, a soft humm came from your lips as you stared at the nearby clock. It was later in the day and you didn’t have work, so you were free to do as you wished. “Nope, why? You wanna hang out, I was kinda wanting to get some food later.” Your brain processed slowly, feeling your body weaning off the coffee you had drank earlier for breakfast. 

“Oh, no it’s just, I got someone coming over later, and I know how you are about new people coming here.” He said slowly, trying not to name anyone, Jesse didn’t want you to know anything about the current work he was doing with Walter. You’d probably flip out on him, you’re making meth? What the fuck dude, that…Jesse, I thought you got clean? You’re…Jesse, I’m worried about you, dude. 

He shook his head slightly, trying to clear your voice inside his head, yeah, he didn’t want that…

You gave Jesse a pointed look of interest, “Oh, is it a lady friend?” You asked teasingly, Jesse’s head just snapped towards yours, and a look of horror struck him. “W-what? No, nothing like that…Jesus, dude.” Jesse visibly shook, the thought of Mr.White being anything romantic made Jesse want to shove his fingers down his throat and puke. 

“Sorry,” You waved your hands around, a smile still on your face, “Sorry, I just thought maybe that’s why you didn’t want me here…” You apologized, Jesse just groaned and gave you a displeased look asking you to stop. 

“I mean, that’s fine, they’re not like. Coming in the house, are they?” You questioned, Jesse was silent for a moment, this made you a little worried. 

“Jesse,” Your tone grew impatient, he cringed back and started to scrub the pan harder, he let out a slow release from his nose. 

“Maybe…Look, it wasn’t my plan, yo. He didn’t take no for an answer, he doesn’t wanna hang out at his house. He’ll only be here for a bit…” Jesse gave you a pleading look, you let out a sigh, well this was a little unexpected. Usually, he gave you more than a twenty-four-hour notice before anyone weird came over, giving you plenty of time to mentally prepare for any strangers intruding into the safe space where you had made your home. 

A sigh left your lips, this didn’t happen often, or else you’d throw more shade at him. “Fine, okay. But they’re not like…Rambunctious, are they?” You said trying to be as nice as possible about Jesse’s friends he brought around. You liked Badger and Combo well enough, but they were a little much sometimes. 

A snort left Jesse’s nose, envisioning Walter doing anything like his friends, and he would do. He shook his head in the negative, “No, no. He’s chill, you might actually like him, he used to be a science teacher.” Jesse explained, trying not to dive too much into detail. 

“Wait, a science teacher? How old is this dude?” Your brows furrowed, what fucking dude is hanging out with Jesse that used to be a science teacher? 

Right on cue, the doorbell rang, and a harsh knock accompanied it, Jesse looked a little panicked, still gloved up and washing the rest of his jars. You got up and gently waved at him to calm down, “I’ll let him in, just keep washing, dish boy.” You smirked and left him in the kitchen. 

You slowly made your way to the door, unlocking the deadbolt and the knob before gently opening it revealing a nicely dressed man in his early fifties, oh okay . Not at all what you were expecting, his face went from angry to surprised in an instant, his face weary as he looked behind you. 

“Oh, uhm…I’m sorry, is Jesse here? I need to talk to him,” He asked politely, he seemed a little impatient but was extremely taken aback by you. I guess you weren’t exactly what he expected either, which makes sense. The people who normally hung around Jesse were people like Jesse, potheads who have been scuffed up by the cops at least once or twice. 

Instead, it was you, a nice button-up tucked into your pants with the sleeves rolled up. You looked like an average dad ready for a barbeque, and Walter looked like he was invited to your said cookout. How quaint. 

“Uh yeah, he’s inside doing dishes, come in.” You offered stepping away and holding the door for him. He looked around a little bit before stepping in, his eyes quickly adjusting to the lower light settings, inspecting your little home. He stared around as if waiting for a demon to pop out and finally scare him, telling him this was all a joke before you threw garbage at him. 

“Oh, I’m (Y/n) by the way, Jesse said you’re a friend of his?” You asked bringing your hand out to him, he looked a little shocked but instantly shook your hand in a greeting. “Yeah, we’re business partners. Walter,” He said shaking your hand and nodding. Business…Partners? 

“Oh, he didn’t tell me that. He said you were a former science teacher, what grade did you teach?” You asked as he followed you into the kitchen, Walter seemed to be actually engaged in conversation with you. Answering your questions as if you two were having a fun get-together at an outdoor restaurant. 

Jesse just panicked as he heard you two talking and approaching the kitchen, he tried playing it cool and calm as the two of you entered. You were laughing and grinning while he talked about the atrocities of teaching high school-level science to maybe not-so-great students. He was actually smiling , Jesse felt like he was hit in the head with a baseball bat. 

“Oh god, I can’t imagine being in charge of that many children, you are a stronger man than I.” You chuckled as you took a seat at the table once more still facing Walter. Jesse quickly hurried up and finished the dishes and was drying his hands on a towel, Walt just chuckled and made a small reply before looking at Jesse expectantly.

Their stares were…Heated…Jesse seemed to be boiling as he looked at Walter, and the only response he got from his “business partner” seemed to be a questioning look of “ I’m not doing anything. ” 

You felt a little uncomfortable for a split second before Jesse just shook his head, “Welcome to our house, or like whatever.” He said finally, opening his arms and giving a little spin. Walter just nodded and gave the kitchen a little once over, he looked at a few drawings and photos on the fridge. Many were you and Jesse making funny faces along with Badger, he just blinked a little. 

“It’s…Very nice, I wasn’t really expecting, this ,” Walt commented, Jesse seemed highly annoyed by that comment. 

“I mean, your last place was absolutely trashed, I can assume it’s nicer in here because of your partner?” Walter said looking at you, his voice paused a little when he landed on the term “ partner ”. 

“Whatever, man. Also, he’s like my brother, not my lover, weirdo.” Jesse hissed out waiving Walter to the side so he could dig in the fridge, your cheeks heated up at this. Oh…So that’s what Walter meant by that, ah.

It was true, you were certainly not anything like that to Jesse, the very thought made your stomach twist. You thought of Jesse as your sibling, you cared about him a great deal. 

“Oh, sorry, I just didn’t think you’d actually have a decent friend.” Walter snarked at him, holy shit, okay this was not alright. Whatever weird passive-aggressive shit was going on, you wanted it to stop. 

“Hey, now. That is completely uncalled for, Walter.” You snapped at him, you didn’t care if you had just met this man, being in your home meant they had to follow your rules. And dunking on Jesse was certainly not allowed, it shouldn’t happen outside of the house either, but you couldn’t do much about that. 

“Do not talk to Jesse like that,” Your voice was firm, you were not kidding around, Walter seemed to stare at you a moment, his mouth opens as if to say something. The gears in his head turned, he was going to keep this civil. 

“I apologize, it’s just I know his friends have some…interesting history. That’s all, I’m sorry, Jesse.” Walter looked from you and towards Jesse, he seemed a little less fuming as he just watched you knock Walter down a peg. He felt relief knowing it wasn’t just him trying to defend against Walt’s beratement. 

This made you relax a little, settling back in your chair with a sigh, “To be honest, I’m not much better than his other friends. High school dropout who just dresses nicely and has a steady job? Tsk,” You joked, a small smile curling on your lips, there you go again. People pleasing and soothing sore social wounds. 

You decided to wrap up the small gathering and excuse yourself, leaving Walter and Jesse alone to talk. It was sure interesting meeting this middle-aged man who was his partner… A little much, you sighed leaving the house to pick up needed groceries. 

When Jesse and Walter were finally alone Jesse just exploded, “What the FUCK, man? Coming into my house and telling him were ‘partners’?” He said motioning between the two of them, “He doesn’t know anything about this, about us cooking! Nothing!” Jesse steamed before him. 

Walter shrugged his shoulders giving Jesse a look, “How was I supposed to know? All your druggie friends know! How was I supposed to know this one was different!” He explained, his brow creasing more than normal. 

“This! This is why I didn’t want you to come here!” Jesse groaned covering his face, he paced back and forth in the kitchen while Walter just stared at him indifferently. 

“He won’t know anything, you haven’t told him anything, have you?” Walter said accusingly as Jesse turned around to give him a deadpan stare, “NO! Of fucking course not, could you not tell by all his conversations with you? The man is as innocent as a toddler.” He said wrapping one hand around himself and the other went to his mouth to chew at his fingers. 

“So, he won’t suspect anything?” Walter said, not exactly sure what Jesse was trying to say, Jesse continued pacing for a moment thinking. He genuinely wasn’t sure if you had sniffed out anything strange, he knew you weren’t oblivious, but rarely did you dig into his personal business. 

“I don’t think from this instance…No.” He commented, “But you can’t go telling him any more bull crap, okay? Nothing, you shouldn’t even be talking to him, or else he’ll wanna be your friend or some shit. That’s who he is.” Jesse explained, Walter just listened silently, thoughts stewing.

“He cares about people.” Walter stated as a matter of fact, “And he gets attached…I won’t tell him anything to make him worry. Our business is ours; I’ll keep it discrete.” He said calmly, trying to soothe Jesse’s aimlessly wandering guilt. 

Walter shrugged his shoulders slightly, “And maybe this is a good thing? He definitely helps you blend in, he’s a great alibi for you, and doesn’t have any dirt on him. That’s good.” Walter said, Jesse just glared at him. 

“He is not some fucking tool for us to use, he’s my friend , yo!” Jesse snapped; Walter raised his hands in defense. 

“I’m not saying we use him; I’m saying he’ll keep you out of trouble. Especially if you don’t want your shit to come back and bite him in the ass because he knows you!” Walter growled, his finger punctuating his words as he poked Jesse’s chest. Jesse just looked away with a glare, he was unfortunately right. Jesse was more careful with their shit now that he worried about your safety, too. 

Jesse just sighed, “Come on, man, let’s leave already, don’t we got a lot o’ shit to do?” He said leading Walter out of his house. 

____

That was your first strange encounter with Jesse’s partner, nothing much had come of it, other than Jesse would sometimes mention he was going out to do some work with “Mr.White”. You just bid him a “See ya later, don’t die.” while you fiddled around on your computer in the evening.

Today you noticed something strange, a car. It had been in the area a few times and parked adjacent to your house. They never seemed to get out or do anything, they just sat for maybe an hour and would pull away. 

You didn’t think much of it the first few times, a neighbor got a new car, not that weird. Until you noticed they never came out of the car, they definitely didn’t live here.

You were sitting down at the island counter munching on some food with Jesse, he had gotten home a little later than usual and started chatting away while scarfing down your cooking. He gave loud laughs through mouthfuls of food, covering his face with a hand, trying not to spew chicken and noodles at you. 

You laughed and settled down a bit, allowing your lungs a break from all the laughing you had been doing, “Oh jeez…” You breathed out still smiling, you pushed your plate away and sighed deeply, content and full. Jesse had gone to get another scoop of food and joined you back on the island, leaning over it and forking up some more chicken. 

A serious look made its way onto your face, “Hey, Jesse, have you seen that weird car around here? That old-school Chrysler?” You asked watching him chew slowly on both his food and your words. 

“Uhm, no?” He said with mild concern, you blinked slowly, trying to decide if you wanted to sound crazy or not. “I think it’s totally like…Stalking our house. They park nearby and just sit there.” You say staring off, recounting the times you’ve peaked outside only to see the same old-style town car. 

“Like, I never see them get out, and once I went out there to see if I could get a better look while taking out the trash, I could feel them watching me.” You admitted you weren’t really sure what the fuck was going on, but it worried you. 

Jesse just stared at you, mouth agape, he stood up straighter and looked at you assuredly, “That is a little sketchy, but honestly, it’s probably just some crackhead, man. We got loads of 'em around here, they haven’t approached you or anything?” He asked, squinting his eyes. 

“No, I haven’t even seen them. I didn’t want to make it obvious I was checking them out either, I don’t want some weirdo thinking I’m a threat to them.” You sighed shaking your head. Jesse just crossed his arms and nodded, he let out a sigh and scratched the back of his head. 

“I dunno, man, I wouldn’t worry about it. I’d just stay away from ‘em, call the cops if they do anything genuinely weird, y’know?” He said, you just nodded your head, sounds reasonable to you… 

So you didn’t worry about it, you stopped checking outside. No point in freaking yourself out over some weirdo who hasn’t actually done anything to you. If they wanna jerk their meat to you taking the trash out, I guess it’s a free country…

____

“God damnit!” You wanted to scream in frustration, your car had a flat tire… You must have driven over something on your way to the store and it slowly deflated by the time you got back. You had a spare in your trunk, but no tools to change it with. 

You flipped open your phone to see if Jesse would answer, it rang a few times and went straight to voice mail. “Yo, this is Jesse Pinkman, leave a message, bitch.” The dial tone sounded, and you quickly slammed your phone closed, shit …

You just closed your eyes and sighed a little, okay, this is just gonna be one of those days. You could do this, all you needed to do was call one of the local tow companies, god damn. Just more fucking money down the drain. 

“Do you need help?” A voice suddenly pulled you from your worry, an older gentleman was watching you closely while he pulled open his trunk to deposit a plastic bag. You swallowed a little and let out a quick sigh, “Unless you have a jack and some big ass socket wrenches, not really.” You gave a sheepish smile, he just nodded in understanding, seeing your deflated wheel. 

“Actually, I do, but my knees are bad, you’ll have to use the jack yourself. You know to change a tire?” He asked leaning into his trunk to pull out a large metal pump-jack. 

“Y-yeah, I do, and that’s fine, you don’t have to do anything. If I could just borrow your tools, that would be a lifesaver. Please and thank you,” Your shoulders dropped in relief, you waited patiently and inspected the man's car. A dark fifth avenue Chrysler…

Your stomach dropped noticing the exact car that you had been seeing parked right next to yours. This…Had to be a coincidence, this wasn’t the fucking stalker car from your neighborhood, was it? You swallowed harshly, now very aware of possible danger, you tried shaking it off. This was just a weird coincidence. 

He handed you a wrench toolkit, you took it with a small thank you before bending down to get to work. You attached the socket wrench together with the appropriate size and began pulling off the nuts to your wheel. The man beside you just watched patiently, the silence was getting to be a little too much. 

“Thank you again for letting me use your tools, I’m (Y/n) by the way.” You said twisting off another nut, you’d shake his hand, other than you were now covered in dirt on a hot gravel parking lot. 

“No problem, kid. Just happened to be in the area,” He commented leaning against his car, you finally had all the bolts off and now began positioning the jack under a support beam under your car. You eyeballed it a little making sure it was secured, the man behind you didn’t seem to say anything as he just watched you work. 

Surely, he’d say something if you were doing it wrong. 

You slowly pumped the handle of the jack, slowly but surely it raised the end of the car up and off the ground. You breathed a sigh of relief, yay your shit box of a car won’t have a dented frame… 

“You uh, live in the area, Mr-?...” You paused glancing back at him while you heaved your tire off with a grunt, it thudded to the ground sadly, you stood up and gave it a little kick. Stupid fucking tire. 

He just watched you with raised brows, glancing down at the poor tire you just defiled, “Mike, and no. You often kick things?” He mused at you, a chuckle escaped you as you opened your trunk for the spare. 

“Hah, not usually, but I feel like it deserved it. I literally just got these tires, and the little brat decides to suck up a random nail on the road…” Mike exhaled what you would consider a laugh, his chest shook a little and he shook his head giving you an eye roll. 

“Well, Mike. How can I repay you, kind sir?” You said already slapping on your replacement tire, you pushed it on and began to slip the nuts back on, screwing them manually before you’d tighten them with the socket wrench. 

“Don’t worry about it,” He said shaking his head, you raised your brow at him, “No, I’m serious. Most people would never even offer help, and I’m not someone who’s going to take your kindness for granted.” You said digging yourself in, you weren’t gonna take no for an offer. 

Mike just stared at you, a thoughtful look on his face, “How about I leave you with my number, and you decide on a restaurant? I’ll pay of course,” You offered already pulling out a little notebook from your jacket and scribbling your number down. 

“You don’t know anything about me,” He stated, giving you a flat stare, “And you don’t know anything about me, either. Yet you were kind enough to help, so why don’t we get to know each other?” You smiled, he gave a little huff and reached his hand out accepting your number. He looked amused by your charming invitation to dinner, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, a free meal at least. 

___

When you finally got home, you were exhausted, Jesse wasn’t there so you made yourself some food and went straight to bed. Strange dreams flashed through the night, and you tossed and turned, processing today’s events. 

When you woke up in the morning it was much later than you’d have liked it to be, with a small groan you rolled out of bed to get ready for the day.

You stood in front of the sink brushing your teeth and remembering your wonky dreams, a sudden memory flashed in your brain from the day’s previous encounter. Oh shit, your car, fuck . You were gonna have to get a damn alignment done to it, you cursed yourself slightly, just another thing on the agenda today. 

Finally finishing up with your morning routine you entered the kitchen to find Jesse munching on some cereal with a dead look on his face. His eyes watched you enter as he spooned another bite in his mouth, “Hey, dude. You alright?” You asked gently, he just nodded slowly, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. 

“Yeah, I’m just fucking tired, Mr.White and I were working hella late…” He sighed and slouched further onto the table, his spoon almost slipping from his grasp as milk poured back into his bowl. 

“Oh jeez man, sounds like we both had fun days yesterday.” You chimed walking over to start a pot of coffee, Jesse just sat up straight and yawned. “Oh, yeah?” He asked resting his head on top of his now folded arms, blinking at you slowly. 

“Yeah, got a flat tire, but someone practically swooped into the rescue with tools. He was pretty nice, grumpy old man syndrome though.” You smiled leaning back into the counter behind you while your coffee brewed. 

 Jesse just listened and processed your story, “And now I might get a hot date.” You casually joked; Jesse’s eyebrows shot up at this. 

“ Really? You wanna bone some old man you just met? Do you even know his name, or did you just stare at his ass the whole time?” Jesse stared at you flabbergasted, you knew he was just talking from his ass, but shit he didn’t have to word it like that. 

“Jesse, do not ever say that again, good god. And yes, his name’s Mike.” You chided his foul wording, Jesse just stared at you a moment longer, his face no longer had a joking aura. “Mike?” He repeated, you saw him visibly swallow. 

“Yeah, you got something against old guys named Mike?” You raised your brow at him, Jesse just shook his head quickly. “That’s stupid, no. Just…” He tried finding the right words, “Mike? Jeez, what a basic old man name, kinda lame, yo.” He said waiving you off, you just laughed at him. 

“Your name is Jesse, that’s so damn basic! Boo, you’re just a jerk.” You waived at him, Jesse just rolled his eyes at you, “Whatever, yo, you’re the weirdo attracted to old men.” He ended before going back to his cereal. You just smirked at him and poured yourself a cup of coffee.

[pikmingrubb]

Mike Ehrmantraut X Ftm! Reader

You get shot from a rival random drug gang, and Mike takes care of you.

Tags: blood and gore, gun violence, triggering themes, PTSD, kidnapping, gun wound, hospital things,

Word Count: 3,167

“Stop.” Nacho said firmly, “They see us, they’ll kill him,” he grabbed Mike’s arm, Mike looked like he wanted to deck Nacho and run ahead, but he stopped himself. It was too risky, he couldn’t just go in with guns blazing, he needed to wait it out and strategize. As much as he hated every second wasted, Nacho was correct.

Nacho gave Mike a stern look, eyes locking with his own, he watched the gears turn in Mike’s head. His lips pursed slightly, eyes averting Nacho’s as he pulled his arm from his grip, he stepped back and let himself cool down. 

“We do this smart, and he gets out alive,” Nacho said quietly, following Mike back to his car, his colleague was silent as he popped the trunk and dug into his vehicle. He emerged with a large rifle case, swinging it over his shoulder and giving Nacho a little nod to follow him. “You can’t take them out with a rifle, there’s too many,” Nacho commented following his brisk pace. 

“I’m not gonna fire a single shot, I’m gonna scout.” A low grovel came from the man in front of him, Nacho just furrowed his brow and shook his head while paced behind him. 

Nacho was a little freaked, a rival meth dealer gang had taken you in hopes of expanding their territory by force, unfortunate for the small-time meth dealers. They had beaten a hornet's nest and brought out a goliath of a monster from the shadows. Nacho wasn’t sure they knew who they had roped up inside that room, perhaps a high-ranking member of the Salamancas? 

No, it was just you, while you certainly did have ties to a large cartel boss, it wasn’t anything like they thought. You did happen to be chained to a very dangerous man with the experience of a small army. With any luck, they’d have a swift and painless death. 

Mike thinking about you being locked in that room made his blood boil, you hadn’t done anything to warrant gang members even taking notice of you. Why did they happen to pick you? Were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Shame and guilt burned inside of him, he should have kept you safe, away from harm’s reach. He sighed deeply, unfortunately, nowhere was safe, he just wasn’t expecting you to get kidnapped. 

Mike set his gun up and settled down on the ground. His eyes scraped over the area, taking note of how many cars and people were around. Too few, this place was deserted, everyone here was most likely in that room. 

Mike blinked slowly, good . If he decided to start shooting, he didn’t have to worry about hurting an innocent, no blood of the lambs to be shed upon the hungry earth. 

Nacho stayed quiet for a little, letting Mike think and plan. Nacho started to feel heat trickle down his spine, he felt sweat gather at his temples, this fucking heat never stops. 

Nacho wiped a little sweat from his brow, his eyes were focused on the crummy hotel before him, watching for any movements or signs of life. 

“What are you thinking?” Nacho interrupted Mike; his head pulled away from the scope to look at Nacho briefly. 

“We wait.” His voice was curt and short, as usual . Nacho breathed out from his nose, wiping his eyes from sweat and trying to collect his thoughts. 

“I can see that. I mean, what happens if shit goes south?” Nacho looked pointedly at him, irritation seeping into his words. 

“It won’t happen,” Mike said firmly, he needed to believe it. He had to, or else he would blame himself for your death, another soul that slipped from his fingers because of his actions. 

Nacho was about to let something else slip from his mouth before the sound of bullets ricocheting off various objects caught their attention. Nacho’s head whipped towards the sounds, horror pulling at his insides as he witnesses flashes of gunfire from inside the room you occupied. 

Mike was back on the scope, desperately searching for an enemy within his range, his finger itched on the trigger. Faint yelling could be heard among the wild gunshots whizzing around inside the small hotel room. 

The door suddenly flung open, a man backed out while aiming inside, Mike quickly targeted him. His finger squeezed the trigger, a thump bucked against his shoulder as he watched the man drop to the ground, a new hole had appeared in his head. 

Nacho panicked beside him, watching with wide eyes, he crouched down as low as he could. His chest was pressed into the hard earth, and he felt absolutely worthless as a battle ensued before him. 

Mike awaited with shallow breath, expecting another body to exit the doorframe, and to allow another bullet to rip from his barrel, but nothing. He listened intently, it was all crickets, the gunfire had ceased, and it was deathly silent. That’s what he feared the most. 

Before Nacho could even say anything, Mike was up and walking towards the hotel, he pulled out a handgun from his belt. Nacho had no other choice but to pull his own metal as he quickly followed Mike, up in arms as they cautiously approached. The gaping black door allowed nothing inside to be perceived, its dark mouth swallowed everything in sight. 

Mike trudged forward, he knew he’d find you in there, in what state was the question? A hole through your head? Body mangled by bullets, blood soaking through your clothing and spilling onto the ground, he shivered at the thought. 

Mike gently stepped over the corpse outside, his hand steadied his shaking fingers as he looked down at the sight of his gun. The sound of footsteps stopped them both in their tracks, the harsh sun outside didn’t allow them to see the enemy that approaches slowly. 

The hair on Mike’s arm raised, he felt his heartbeat speed up and the air crackled with tension. Nacho dared not breathe as the loud thumping of feet came out from the hotel room. 

“Come out slowly, hands up,” Mike said calmly and loud enough for the person inside to hear, the steps stopped and processed his words carefully before continuing their trek outward. Mike squinted as a form appeared in the doorway, he immediately noticed a large kitchen knife branded in their hand, blood soaked the blade, and fingers stained with red. 

A white button-up was splattered with red, large sprays of blood had soaked through, the wet fabric clinging to their body. Mike’s heart skipped a beat as he met with unknown eyes, a feeling seated inside him that felt foreign, the person he watched was unrecognizable. The amount of gore and blood sticking to them made them look deranged, their eyes held a similar feeling, a terrified animal unknowing of the scenario around them. 

Their eyes met, but no relief was breathed, confusion and a cry for help was all Mike could see. Those eyes didn’t recognize him, he was just another threat to them, it broke his heart. 

“Put the knife down, (Y/n).” Mike said softly, he saw a blank expression fade across your face, and you slowly bent down and released the tarnished silver onto the ground. 

Your eyes never left him, you were terrified that as soon as you did, you’d be strung like a caught rabbit. Your only form of defense is gone. Why did you put the blade down? 

“It’s okay.” Mike’s calm voice called out to you, he had long since lowered his weapon, and he approached you slowly. Arms out, showing he held nothing, you just watched him closely, your eyes snapping to the man behind him, the man slowly nodded his head in encouragement. 

“You’re safe, I’m here to help.” He called gently, he saw your shoulders were tight and you avoided his direct gaze, hands shaking as you brought them closer to your midsection. 

You let him get closer, his form within arm's reach, you cringed back in fear, closing your eyes as if that would protect you. His gentle touch reached your face, a gloved hand grabbing your chin and pulling your gaze towards him. He inspected you quietly, softly. You were like a young fawn in his hands, one wrong move and you’d skitter away, he needed to keep your trust. 

You braved yourself enough to open your eyes, watching his calm face look into yours, you weren’t sure what emotions he was showing to you. You decided on the emotion was akin to sadness, deep and slashing, yet he tried to bring you comfort in this anguish. 

“Are you hurt?” His voice called to you gently, his gloved hands had moved away from your jaw and slowly trailed down your body, gently brushing over your shoulders and inspecting your arms. You shook under his touch; you didn’t quite understand the words coming from him. Nothing in your brain was able to process vocals, your brain had entered trauma mode, and nothing felt real, your body just reacted to possible harm and everything else was ignored. 

If you were conscious, it was locked behind several walls of emotional dampeners, trying to keep the bare minimum processors from burning themselves out because of stress. 

Mike noticed your paranoid and confused look, he just continued searching your limbs for injuries, watching you closely for any signs of pain or if it was too much. His fingers stopped at your waist, brushing over a hole in your shirt, this brought a violent reaction from you. You pulled away and hissed in pain, a gasp choking out from you. 

“N-No!” Was all you could choke out, tears welling in your eyes, Mike shushed you gently, trying to quell your quickly building fear. 

He beckoned Nacho closer as he grabbed your arm gently, keeping you from wriggling out of his grasp, Nacho approached you slowly. He said a few words to you, all of which you ignored as you solely focused on the man in front of you. 

“Stay still, we need to check your wound,” Mike said, struggling to keep it light so as not to spook you further. While one hand grabbed your arm the other caressed the side of your face, trying to calm you down. 

Nacho leaned in closer, his fingers peeled back your shirt as gently as possible, it stuck to your body from dried blood as he removed it. Nacho breathed out a slow exhale, sure enough, there was a seeping bullet wound. He looked at your backside, seeing an exit wound as well. 

“Bullet, it went straight through. It was close enough to the outside I don’t think it nicked anything,” Nacho said calmly, his eyes gazing up at Mike as he continued to inspect you for any more wounds. 

You tried staying as still as possible as they looked over you, Mike’s hand still grabbing you, less painfully as you stopped trying to wriggle free of him. Nacho stood back up and shook his head “no” , he hadn’t found anything else major on you other than the abdominal wound from the bullet. 

“(Y/n),” Mike brought your attention back to him, your eyes darting back from Nacho to gaze at him. 

“We need to bring you to a doctor to patch you up, you’re hurt.” He explained to you slowly, your eyes read over his face for a moment before looking away. Mike still wasn’t sure if you understood him, but you were more relaxed around them now, so hopefully it wouldn’t be an issue. 

Mike decided to lead you to his car while Nacho poked around the inside of the hotel, searching for anyone still alive. Nacho cleared the place out within a few minutes after inspecting everything, the sight inside was quite gruesome. He inspected all the bodies, seeing large gashes in a few and one with his neck sliced open slumped over a couch. Blood had completely saturated the inside of the room, and no amount of scrubbing would hide the stains of blood in the room. 

Forever a print of some horrifying crime scene here, Nacho’s nose burned at the smell of iron soaking into his sinuses, he let out a slow breath as he exited the room. He had no fucking clue how you managed to maim four guys in such close proximity, the fifth one taken out by Mike’s rifle in the entryway. 

He headed back over to the car to check on Mike dealing with you, he had gotten you into the car and safely patched up the wound as best he could. Professionals would have to take care of the rest, he had no tools to even begin appropriately patching you up. 

You looked pale sitting there, Nacho wasn’t sure if it was from blood loss or what, but you looked like shit. Mike gave Nacho a brief look before clipping the seatbelt into place and securing you in, “Sit back here, I want you to keep an eye on him.” He said giving a sigh and leaving to enter the driver's side. 

Nacho slid into the back passenger seat, he watched you sway lightly, eyes glazed over, and your face contorted in pain. As soon as Nacho was buckled in you slumped over onto him, head resting against his shoulder, Nacho almost jumped a little. He wasn’t quite expecting you to lean on him, he blinked rapidly and raised his arm to tentatively circle around your shoulders, keeping you in place against him. 

He knew a bumpy ride was ahead, no point in letting your almost unconscious body flail about in the back of the car, Mike would appreciate Nacho being gentle around you. Not to mention Nacho didn’t want to even think of any harsh backlash from the old man, he had enough problems, the last thing he needed was a rifle barrel shoved up his ass for being inconsiderate. 

The beginning of the drive was dead silent, with no music to calm any nerves, just stagnant air as the whole scenario was being processed. Nacho almost wanted to talk about it, and ask questions, but he knew better than to say anything. He just stared out the window, occasionally looking down at you to see your chest gently rise and fall. Indicating you had not left the world of the living, your body had fallen into silence, Nacho questioned at one point if maybe you had fallen asleep against him. No, your eyes stayed open, that look of anguish hadn’t for a moment left your face, the slight bumps in the road made you groan in pain.

Nacho wasn’t expecting to show up at a hospital, he was guessing some back-alley cartel doctor, but nothing like this. He felt a little out of place, unsure of what exactly to say or do, but when Mike stopped the car in front of the hospital entrance doors, his body moved on its own. 

He gently coerced you out from the passenger seat, Mike had gone to retrieve a wheelchair for your limp body. Nacho noticed the stares of patients and nurses immediately being drawn to your bloodied body, asking questions and giving demands to the other nearby nurses to check the patient into the emergency department. 

 Mike followed behind giving as many answers as he could, blood type, what was the injury, how long had you had it. Once the initial panic had settled down, and you had a blood bag draining into your IV and medicine being administered. 

Mike spoke to the nurses coming in and out, running an ultrasound and checking the wound, they thus ordered a CT scan for any internal bleeding of any of the other organs. Nothing, it was clean, you sat inside the ED while Mike waited on Doctor’s orders to staple you up and keep you for observation and then ship you home. 

Nacho wasn’t any help, he didn’t know a damn thing about you, all questions were directed towards Mike, he was just here for moral support. After a couple of hours had passed, Nacho decided everything was alright, and he could leave you in Mike’s hands for the rest. 

You weren’t even sure what time it was; you had been snoozing lightly when a nurse came into the room and woke you up for a quick checkup while he did his rounds. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, looking at your vitals and charting them down, you were actually aware of the things going on around you. You felt a little funny, and numb, but aware. Which was better than earlier, part of yourself still seemed to feel a little disconnected, but Mike near you seemed to calm you down. 

“Thirsty…” You croaked out slowly, your frame slumped against the backboard, the nurse chuckled a little, “Yeah, losing blood will do that to ya,” he commented gently, “I can bring you a cup to fill if you’d like. You won’t be here much longer either, everything so far has been good news, considering.” He looked between both you and Mike. 

“Mr. Ehrmantraut?” He addressed Mike lightly, Mike just nodded his head for him to continue, “The Doctor has some paperwork and just some care sheets for the patient. It’s just some information for the healing process and how to tell if anything becomes infected.” He said, his voice indicating this was very normal for him, just another Tuesday afternoon. He handed him a sizable stack of papers and something for him to sign, Mike didn’t say anything as he scribbled a signature on the release form. 

“Remember, change the bandages twice daily. Avoid getting the wound wet for the next few days, if you have any issues just come in and we’ll give it a look over.” He stated giving him a quick ‘thank you’ as he left the room. 

“I’ll bring in a wheelchair for you, I’ll be back in about an hour.” 

He just let out a giant sigh, he looked over at you, watching you closely with a warm look. “You feeling alright?” He said quietly, this was the first thing he had been able to ask you the entire time. All the rest was filled with medical-oriented questions or you falling asleep and resting. 

“I’m really tired, I feel like I could sleep for weeks…” You spoke slowly, body already slipping back into the warm fuzzy feeling of sleep. Today was too much to process, you needed rest. 

“We’ll be home soon, and you can rest all you need,” Mike assured you gently, you just nodded your head as you slipped into sleep against the shitty hospital bed. 

Mike just continued to watch the rise and fall of your chest, worry digging into him still, you would heal. It wouldn’t be easy for you mentally for a bit, but he’ll be by your side for anything you’ll need, he promised you that much.

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BCS x Reader Prompts

Jimmy Mcgill X reader “coming out”

Mike Ehrmantraut x reader “coming out”

How does Mike react to you coming out to him?

Mike already had lingering suspicions of you being gay, how could he not, you literally just pushed him against a dark back ally and kissed him silly. The two of you had been sharing coffees early in the morning and lingering touches too long, you were impatient and Mike had all the patience in the world waiting for your touch to go farther, he didn’t wish to scare you away with unwanted advances. 

He was old and grouchy, he was waiting for your crush to fade, but it didn’t. You never let his snarking comments get to you, you actually wanted them and would poke the bear of a man just to trickle out a few more comments of sass before laying it back at him with a determined look of your own. It was a game you two played. 

However, you being trans was not something he could have predicted, his calm expression watched yours as you explained. You didn’t want your possible romantic partner to be blind-sighted if anything…more were to occur between you two. 

“I don’t care about that, I care about you, what you have or don’t have isn’t a concern to me. If anyone should have a problem, it’s the fact that you want to roll with an old man like me.” Those words were said with care and comfort lying each line of them, Mike’s usual cool facade slipped when moments like these mattered. His hand grasped your shoulder to bring you in for a hug and a kiss on the temple. You just shook slightly, years of emotions and battling with yourself just rolled out from your eyes, you felt accepted, you felt loved. 

You two stayed like that a bit more, embracing each other and rejoicing in newfound blossoms of love and care. 

“Come on, let’s get some dinner.” Mike coaxed you out of his warm grasp, leading you to his car to continue the night with chatter and delicious food. 

How does Jimmy react to you coming out? 

Jimmy knew it from the moment he met you, and he wanted you. If he could have had you in the nearest bathroom that would have been golden, but unfortunately he was a show-off. You didn’t quite think Jimmy was possibly bisexual at any point, until he had created an elaborate ploy to invite you to dinner with a so-called “friend of his” until that friend didn’t show up. 

What a good thing Jimmy was there as backup, oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that, what a jerk of him, but that doesn’t matter. He’s not good enough for you, but you know what? I’m already here, let’s just eat and talk anyway! 

His slinking weasel tactics were fun to him, trying to win you over with a fake ploy, it honestly would have been easier to just ask you out, but that’s not his style. He wanted to be your knight in shining armor, coming to save you, letting you slowly fall into his arms and into a passionate kiss. 

Passionate, absolutely. Romantic? No. 

Jimmy was practically moaning before you two had even exited the car, shamelessly stripping before you two even got inside the apartment. His hands already delving into your pants, and his mouth moving a mile a minute. 

“God, kid. Do you really like this? Huh, you’re even more of a freak than I thought!” He’d sneer as his fingers grazed over your crotch, his brows shooting up and mouth slightly open feeling something else other than a cock down there. 

“You…Oh, uhm, you have a pussy?” He asked, hand not retracting, this fueled him further, fingers slipping inside you. “Oh, hoho, kid, you are wet!” His fun about tripled seeing you choke out a moan at this. 

“God, you are a freak! I mean that in the best way possible, oh jesus.” He moaned to himself jerking you off and pushing you towards the bed.