#hes like walter now😭😭😭

[klugenjoyer]

OKAY NOT ME BRST POSTING ON MAIN BUT BUT I OPENED THE APP FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVRT AND AND

THEY FINALLY GAVE GUS A SKIN

HES SO CUTE AAAAAAAA

[my-wildflwr]

my dad is genuinely one of the smartest people i know but when it comes to media literacy his brain stops working. he takes everything at face value. absolutely no thinking. he’s like a baby watching a youtube video and it pisses me off

[sscrambledmeggss]

Coming out as a Walter anti, I hate him

[anothermansjeans]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT youtuber!reader x spencer, and they do the "i love the smiths' 'huh' 'i said i love the smiths 😃'" and then spencer like tackles her into a kiss trend i NEED THE PUBLICS REACTION TO THAT AND MAYBE MORGAN/PENELOPE/AARON?

THIS IS SO SHORT IM SO SORRY!! also i find it so funny that spencer wouldn't even aware of the trend they're doing and he just goes with it

cw: clueless spencer, cute little trend

wc: 248

youtuber!reader masterlist

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Spencer had absolutely no idea what was going on. You were standing there, talking to him as your phone was currently taking a video and a sound was playing from it.

“I need you to kiss me when I say the word ‘Smiths’.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Huh?”

“Kiss me now!”

Still completely unaware, he stepped forward and smashed your lips together, walking you completely out of frame. He continued to kiss you until you both needed to come up for air, and when you did, you smiled at him.

“Can I post that video?”

He smiled at your question, knowing that if he was really uncomfortable, you wouldn't post it. “Yeah… it’s not weird, right?”

You softly laughed and hugged him tightly. “I haven't checked it yet, but I think it’ll be good. I’m sorry for not completely explaining the trend, but I thought it would feel more authentic this way.”

And he completely understood.

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Messages from Penelope afterwards:

Spencer. Walter. Reid.

Why are you and your gf SO CUTE?

Ugh, I love you both, thank you for that TikTok

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Messages from Derek:

My man

Who knew you had it in you

Pen sent me the video, lover boy. Stop ignoring me.

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Bonus: some comments

@ user: OH PLEASE LORD LET ME LIVE A LIFE LIKE THIS

@ user1: sleeping on the train tracks tonight

@ user2: you can tell he had no idea what he was doing 😭 love him fr though

@ user3: SCREAMING CRYING WISHING THAT WAS ME!!

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

Alex Walter’s love language is quality time, acts of service, words of affirmation and physical touch.

How can Jackie cheat on him? 😭😭😭

Some parts of him are cringy but that’s more so to do with the fact that he is a 16 year old who’s already been scarred by his first love getting with his brother.

It is understandable that the guy is anxious about getting hurt again especially given the context that the girl he likes now is also in a way linked with his brother.

Also with Kylie, he’s never seen her in any other way apart from a friend, so what he said to her when he was drunk was not him being mean. To him she is his best friend. Unless Kylie lets him know, he won’t know cause in his mind he’s committed to his girlfriend.

But I’m 100% sure that if he came to know his words had hurt her or anyone he cared about, he will apologise and make it up to them.

[marsbar17]

im like a woman in a desert dying we are so depraved of bloodhound x reader stuff pls just give anything at this point 😭😭😭🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲

Don't worry pookie I am here to quench your thirst <3

Bloodhound is honestly my favorite character to write about and this one flustered me a bit dbsbbsjska

CONTAINS: established relationship, alcohol consumption, jealousy, possessiveness but in a non-toxic way, a little bit of spice, not full on smut but it gets pretty spicy >:)

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Celebrating a win was very popular amongst the legends. Mirage often invited everyone to the Paradise Lounge for some drinks and good laughter, even the less cheerful legends attended most of the time. Caustic could be found sipping beers and glaring at people, while Ballistic complained on and on about how they didn't even serve good tea.

Today, you sat at the bar between a very tipsy Fuse and an arguably even tipsier Valkyrie. Mirage popped in and out of the celebration as he served customers, but he always made sure your glass was full with whatever drink you desired.

"Mate! That wingman shot was bloody beautiful!" Fuse practically yelled into your ear as his metal hand clapped you on the back, making you wince slightly. Somehow, you had managed to pull off a win after responding in the last ring with only a wingman and one other teammate at half health. I guess whatever god is out there took the wheel because suddenly your aim was the best it's ever been and you downed the last two enemies with two headshots.

"I know, Walter. You've told me about fifteen times since we sat down." Rolling your eyes, you down the rest of your drink before scouring the crowd of legends to try and find Bloodhound. They said they'd be there, but you hadn't seen them yet. Although, it's hard to find anyone with the flashing lights and the alcohol starting to take effect.

Giving up, you turned back to your empty glass and smiling friends. If they didn't come, that was fine. They usually didn't enjoy settings like this anyway, they only only came to guide you back to room after you got wasted.

"The old man's right, though." Valkyrie added in, dragging your attention away from Bloodhound and back into the party. "Seeing you hone into the fight always surprises me, I swear your whole energy changes. It's fucking hot."

The pilot said it so nonchalant, taking a swig of her drink and signaling to Mirage for another like she didn't just call you hot. You couldn't tell if the heat on your face was from the alcohol or how flustered you felt. Probably just the alcohol.

"I'm gonna hafta agree with Valk on this one." Fuse said, still quite loud. He put his arm around your shoulders. "You make bloodlust look bloody sexy. No pun intended." His laugh is deep and booming, shaking your body as he leans on you. What the fuck is happening? You knew the two of them were flirty drunks, but you'd never had their affections directed at you before.

Again, you found yourself looking around the room, and this time you spotted Bloodhound leaning against a wall, watching you. Fuck. They were mad, you could tell. Even without seeing their expression you could practically feel the anger rolling off of them. The fact that Fuse was now playing with strands of your hair and Valkyrie had her hand on your upper arm didn't help your case at all.

You quickly got up, saying a small goodbye to your companions before making your way to a pissed off Bloodhound. They didn't even wait for you to get to them before they walked out the door, leaving you to hurry after them.

"What was that, elskan?" Their voice surprised you as you left the building, and you whipped your head around to see them beside the doorway. They leaned again the wall once again, arms crossed over their chest.

"I'm sorry, Hound. They were drunk and they surprised me and I didn't know what to do and I didn't mean to let them keep going and I-"

"Hush." Bloodhound interrupted your nervous rambling, holding a hand out in a 'halt' gesture. You shut your mouth as quickly as you possibly could, not wanting to anger them any more than you thought you already had. Before they continued speaking, they led you around the side of the building into a less visible alleyway. "I am not blaming you, I simply wanted to know what happened."

They weren't mad at you? Thank the Allfather. Having Bloodhound mad at you was something straight out of a horror film. Your body relaxed, but you still kept your head down instead of looking into their face.

"They got drunk... and we were talking about my win." You started your explanation again, slowly this time to avoid rambling. "Their compliments started getting flirty, and then they started getting touchy. I should've pushed them off, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. You are not responsible for the actions of drunken fools." Bloodhound grabbed your chin with a gloved hand, lifting your face to look them in the eyes. Well, where their eyes would be behind the goggles of their mask. "I trust you, elskan. I know that you are mine, and you would not betray me. Especially for someone like Walter Fitzroy."

You laughed, the tension leaving you as you slowly let yourself process the fact that they weren't mad at you. From the way their shoulders jumped slightly, you could tell they were laughing too.

"However," Bloodhound continued, letting go of you and reaching behind their head. "It seems like our other other companions need a reminder of who you belong to." You heard the familiar sound of their mask being unclasped, and soon enough you were really looking into their eyes as they set their mask along with their respirator onto an old wooden box beside the two of you.

You couldn't even speak before they grabbed your waist, spinning you around so your back was pressed up against the rough brick wall. You could only gasp as their hands gripped at your skin and their face nuzzled into your neck, leaving small kisses along your jawline.

"You are so beautiful. So perfect, ástin mín." Bloodhound muttered praise as the kisses slowly became more desperate. They nibbled at your skin lightly, not enough to hurt just yet. You looked towards the alley opening and whined slightly.

"Hound, someone could see us..." You grabbed at their shoulders, trying to push them back away from your neck. They pulled back, not even looking at the alley, only into your eyes.

"Would you like me to stop?" Bloodhound rubbed soothing circles into your hips, keeping your attention on them and not the possibility of someone seeing the two of you.

"No... but what if they see your face?"

"They will not. I will be too busy giving you tons of pretty marks."

Bloodhound didn't let you speak again as they dived back into the crook between your shoulder and your neck, sucking on the skin harshly. You couldn't suppress the moan that left your lips no matter how hard you tried, and you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle any further noise. They just continued to mutter praise into your skin while they savored every reaction you gave them.

It hurt, and you squirmed in their bruising grip. They were determined to mark you up until they were satisfied and wouldn't settle for any less. It was a miracle no one managed to walk past the alleyway while Bloodhound ravaged your neck and collarbones. It wasn't like you were being quiet either, the intensity at which they sucked and bit at your skin was enough to make tears well up in your eyes and to bring so many sinful noises from your mouth.

"I should just take you right here, where anyone could see how good I make you feel, elskan." They whispered in your ear, making your knees buckle and your eyes roll back. Good thing they were holding you against the wall, or you might've just fallen to your knees right then and there.

After what felt like forever, their teeth stopped grazing your skin and their grip on your waist loosened. You could feel their tongue darting out of their mouth to lick at and soothe the dark bruises they left on your skin. Your moans and whimpers turned to soft whined and sighs as the pain slowly faded into dull numbness. Bloodhound took a couple of steps backwards, looking at their work with a smirk.

"Absolutely gorgeous, kæri. Now, everyone will be able to see your devotion to me." They gave you one last look before grabbing their gear and putting it back on.

You just finished wiping any stray tears from your face before Bloodhound grabbed your hand and led you back into the Paradise Lounge. They escorted you back to your seat at the bar, giving you a pat on the head before walking back to the wall you saw them at before everything happened.

"....Bloody hell." Fuse's mouth was practically hanging open as he stared at the dark purple and red marks that littered your skin. "Didn't take Houndy to be the possessive type." He just laughed and shrugged before going back to his drink. Valkyrie had disappeared sometime during your absence, and all that was left was two empty soju bottles and a $20 bill on the bar.

"Yeah... So where did Valk go?"

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[panic-flavored]

I keep imagining some robotnik superior showing up unexpectedly in his lab and being like "🤨...Wait there are three mermai... *stone kills him*

I plan on writing a fic about this eventually, but I've been short on time lately 😭 Long story short, Robotnik moves Stone to an underwater lab he's been building to save him from being un-alived by the government, and at roughly the same time they find out Stone is pregnant. So fortunately the merfamily is totally safe! Here's a blurb from the WIP of that fic, since it probably won't be posted for a while:

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The words echo off the lifeless conference room walls and rattle around unpleasantly in Robotnik’s brain. They are not words Robotnik wants to hear, and if he’s being honest, some time ago he’d forgotten that he’d ever have to hear them in the first place.

“Doctor?” Commander Walters offers Robotnik an appropriately concerned frown. “Did you hear me?”

Robotnik clears his throat, refocusing. “No, uh- no. I must have spaced out. Say that one more time for me.” He heard him loud and clear, of course, but he wants to pick through it one more time, see if there are any loopholes or contradictions he can take advantage of to be found in the words.

“Oh, sure… I understand, I’m sure you’ve been working around the clock lately.” Commander Walters says. “I said that if you’ve acquired all the data you can from the living specimen, it’s time to turn him over to the autopsy team. It’s still your project of course, so you can be as involved as you’d like to be going forward. But after six months of research, I think it’s safe to say we can–” here, Walters does that annoying rotating motion with both of his pointer fingers, “--wrap it up.”

Robotnik feels a little bit sick. Furious, mostly, but the sour heaviness in his guts is close to making him gag. Has it been six months already? Back then, this plan didn’t bother Robotnik in the slightest. When he first stormed into the biology lab to assert himself as the project leader, he didn’t care how injured and malnourished Stone was - Stone wasn’t Stone back then, he was the ‘specimen’. Robotnik hadn’t chewed out the pitiful scientists over their subpar treatment of Stone because he’d worried about Stone’s safety, it was because they’d compromised the scientific process. There was no sense in researching a living subject if that subject was too weak and sick to move, after all.

Obviously Robotnik’s opinion had changed rather quickly. He’d been told that the ‘merman’ wasn’t intelligent, wasn’t sentient. That he was mindless and violent. Fools. Almost as soon as Robotnik dismissed the rest of the team, it became apparent none of that was true. Stone quickly proved himself to be highly intelligent, learning ASL almost as fast as Robotnik once had. He was complex, loyal, and terribly interesting. He saw the world so differently than anyone Robotnik had ever met. 

This is a very wordy way of saying that Robotnik fell in love, even if he hated framing it in such a simplistic, childish way.

Stone fell first, to be fair. He’d marked Robotnik, he claimed him, they were mates and now Robotnik is hearing another person say that Stone needs to be killed and torn open soon. It all seems so surreal. 

“You can’t just put a time limit on science, Commander,” Robotnik says icily. “Six months is nothing. I haven’t even had ample time to study his metabolic rate yet, it’s vastly different from a humans–” “Six months was your estimation, not mine,” Walters counters. “When you took over the project, that was your projected timeframe.”

Robotnik inwardly kicks himself. He originally gave himself six months to ensure he had a comfortable cushion of time, but he’d been positive four months is all it would take to collect all the necessary data before passing Stone off to another team. 

“Well if it hadn’t taken two months for the creature to fully recover from what those amateurs did to it before I arrived, I would have been done by now!” Robotnik growls. It hadn’t taken two months for Stone to recover, but it seemed a believable amount of time to a person who isn’t personally familiar with how quickly merpeople heal. “Why do you think I’ve been ‘working around the clock’, Commander? Making up for lost time!”

Walters frowns in consideration, rubbing a knuckle thoughtfully against his stubbly chin. “Ah yes, I remember reading about that in your initial reports. I hadn’t considered how much that may have set you back. In that case, I’ll give you another two months to finish your research, Doctor. Does that sound fair?”

It takes Robotnik less than a second to run the numbers, the estimations and impromptu simulations - yes, he could certainly finish his work in two months. Not the work Walters was expecting him to finish, obviously. Something much, much more important. “Two months sounds more than fair, Commander.”

[young-royals-confessions]

Alexander needs fanart. He needs fanart. 🎶Where in the world is the Alexander fanart? 🎶 (Carmen Sandiego tune). I've seen a couple Felice, one or two Sara, one Henry and a Walter. There are a tiny handful of August. I saw one one time that was Ayub and Rosh. One time I saw one I was *positive* was Alexander but no, somehow it was Wille. For that matter where the heck are Nils and Vincent and why don't I have the skills to make any of this myself? 99% of fanart is Wille and Simon and I *loooooooooooove* it. Everyone is so darn talented 😮‍💨 I scroll the fanart blog to look at all the pretty pictures and other kinds of art like how are you people *this* good??? There was this one where it was an oil (acrylic? I can't remember) painting of the scene (the scene) in episode 4 and I'm like???? Foaming at the mouth with rabies it's so good.

I wanna see Alexander and co and how you guys see them too! Alexander this dumb mofo who somehow got roped into shit he has no concept of the scope of. This dumbass "oh Wille you're such a good person" "now I'm gonna take the fall for disseminating underage sex video of the future king" MFer. Give that absolute dummy of a kid some beautiful art please. (Also once again wishing on a genie to make me an amazing traditional or digital artist so I can fulfill my young royals dreams!!!)

I love these dumb teen characters so much. 😭😭😭 (turning my unhingedness and over use of parentheses off now)

💜

[simpingforthemm]

op ur an absolute saint for writing for isaac & lee garcia 🙏 would you write a one-shot or headcanons for lee garcia? there is a severe lack of fics for him 😢 (probably bcuz he got very little screentime, but in the mlwtwb book he's actually rlly sweet)

dating lee garcia hcs!

a/n: for sure!! your wish is my demand and thank you so much for this request, i'm so so sorry for taking so long to do this, i've been procrastinating like hell but now I'm finally getting back to writing

summary: what dating lee garcia would be like!

so I feel like it defo depends on ur personality (I mean ofc it does)

but I can really imagine him with either a sunshine x grumpy dynamic

him being the grumpy one

or with a black cat gf

but me personally I feel like lee would go for a sunshine person bc he just needs that type of energy in his life

I think it's already really hard for him bc his dad is in the military and he doesn't really get to see him or talk to him very often

so he needs some type of positivity in his life and someone to love him and be affectionate with him

bc he also doesn't get loads of attention in the walter’s house

yk because they have so many kids already

he’s still a very family oriented guy so he’d also want someone like that

I think he also sometimes gets overlooked bc of Isaac and his popularity

(I think also Isaac gets more romantic attention from girls out of the two of them)

so he’d just want someone to see him for who he is and yeah, admire him a lil

I think at the beginning of y'all starting to date it’d be really hard for him to open up bc he can be closed off

(we’ve seen that already in the show that he tends to not talk so much and let's Isaac do a lot of the talking)

if he does say something he can be quite snappy and rude but he does apologize when he's gone too far

he’s scared about the fact that you like him as more than a friend bc he thinks you might not mean it and that you're just using him to get closer to Isaac

which is why he is a bit rude and cold to you at the beginning

he also was a dry texter before he warmed up to you

“wym”, “k”, “gn”, “nvm” and things like that, no emojis whatsoeva 😭

but as the two of you go on more dates I think he notices that you do actually like him for him and that you don't have some kind of ulterior motive for spending time with him

and that you simply do it bc you want to

he’d actually smile more, put an arm around your shoulder, make some jokes

(the sarcastic kind bc his humor is definitely sarcasm and / or dark humor)

I think when some time has passed, he’d definitely apologize for his behavior in the beginning and he’d also be sorta embarrassed bc he feels so bad for not seeing that you're a sweetheart right away

It’d take some more time until the two of you would become more “physical” with each other

and by that I mean like hand holding and eventually like kissing

I feel like lee doesn't just spend time with anyone, he carefully picks who he hangs out with and it takes a lot of time for him to fully trust someone

so I think he'd really only start being more physically affectionate if he's really sure about you

so it's a huge deal when he holds your hand after like a month and a half of dating

then you know he really means it with you two

I feel like your first kiss would follow shortly after it’d be so soft and careful bc lee is so nervous and he's been waiting so long to do this (he’s been waiting to gather the courage) 🥹

I feel like when you first started dating it would take a little longer for all the “big moments” to happen if you know what I mean

like lee would need a lot of time to warm up to this whole situation but then as you get closer to each other things would happen rlly fast bc you guys know that you're it for each other

“when you know, you know”

and you guys definitely know

first you’d hold hands, then you’d kiss, then you’d confess

and then next thing you know, you're together

I feel like lee would really properly ask you to be his girlfriend because he likes to be sure of things and not just assume something

I don't think he’d make that big of a deal out of it because you already kissed, confessed to each other etc. so you're practically already together and it's just common courtesy to ask

so it’d probably be a late afternoon, maybe like on a Friday

you had gone to the skater park with lee, just watching him do a few tricks (trying to impress you ofc)

then he’d randomly skate up to you to take a break and I feel like he'd just ask you out of nowhere

like take a sip out of his water bottle and be like “do you wanna be my gf”

and you're like “😃.. um yes!!!”

and then you're together :)

I feel like lee is the chillest bf ever but he can be a little jealous bc bro is afraid of losing you

like he completely trusts you but when someone comes up and talks to you

someone that he feels is way more attractive and just in general better than him for you (which is not true obvi, he’s the best for you)

he will be a little insecure and needs reassurance

he’d teach you some spanish

as well as skateboarding and some tricks you can do ;)

I feel like his love language is definitely acts of service

like he’ll definitely carry an extra water bottle with him wherever he goes bc he knows you get dehydrated easily and also always has a little snack for you

NO PET NAMES

I think lee hates pet names like whenever he hears another couple say them he's just like that meme

“brother ewww”

https://pin.it/2m17zXtm9so

he just always calls you your normal name or a nickname

but he literally refuses to say “baby” or “sweetheart” or something like that

like noo

he just cringes way to easily

he also isn't that big on pda I fear

he’s okay with the casual things for example an arm around your shoulder, hand holding but he would never ever make out in public

if you're in a quieter area he might give you a little kiss on the forehead but I think for him, the full-on kiss is reserved for when it's just the two of you or you’re with the people that you're close with

but at school, most people that don't know you're a couple would think you're just really close friends

you guys have the relationship that's private but not secret

trope with you guys: lee is grumpy to everyone except you

I feel like lee is a very thoughtful bf, always knows the right things to gift you, always knows what to say and he can sense whenever your mood changes and what to do about it

also he will join in on the vibes if you're having a little dance party in the kitchen or something like that

and yes if you're a swiftie or a hard core fan of a band he will learn all the lyrics to be able to loudly sing them with you at the concert 😍

bro is touch starved so cuddling is always a big yes for him

he will never ever deny you affection

just the sweetest guy ever

i hope you guys enjoyed it and tell me what you think!! also don't hesitate to send in a request ❤️❤️ love ya

[nijigasakilove]

And just like that one of my fave romances ever ended 😭 can’t believe I almost passed on this because it’s 3D what do I do now.

No OP ✅ Series name as title ✅ yea this had all the makings of a perfect finale and it absolutely lived up to that. Everything I needed I got. Walter and Daleth happy ending, Rob politely letting Viola down while encouraging her to grow as a person, Sharon and Sade, long haired cuff and of course THE WEDDING.

This is how you handle a long running series’. Conclusion. Thank you to all the staff for all your hard work! You made me a believer in the magic of 3D anime and opened my mind.

“Time only means something because it’s not limitless” such a simple yet poignant truth that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Daleth choosing to live and die on her own terms with Walter rather than being immortal with Sade is such a nice way to show her independence. Happy for the two of them. That kiss was everything.

Speaking of Sade, who would’ve thought that the mighty witch would bow to Gerbera to plead for Walter to be able to marry Daleth and then to Sharon asking for an apology. She really is a totally different person now for the better. I would love a spin of manga just following her after the events of this.

Phillip my boy! What an apology. He didn’t get a ton of screen time, but I liked the episodes he got this season.

The wedding!!! Alice looked absolutely gorgeous my only complaint is it was so short 😭 I need to see them happily married with kids too man don’t just end it here lol. Gonna miss this sm

review

[afterschoolcrewz]

potential abbott elementary spoilers but this is all speculation based on the new stills and upcoming episode titles!! i could very well be incorrect

okay so

these stills give off HEAVY flirt vibes and lisa ann walter already confirmed that melissa is gonna be hooking up with the older firefighter so that explains why she looks like the smirking emoji, but jacob and the younger firefighter also look pretty close with each other aaaand

one of the upcoming episode titles is double date which i was initially confused about since at the moment the only real couples we know exist in canon are barbara/gerald and ava/iggy and they have zero reason to go on a double date together 😭 but now i’m thinking that since melissa and jacob are roomies now, they might invite their firefighters over for dinner at their place and i am hoping it’ll lead to crazy drama (tbh if jacob does have a thing with the younger firefighter i don’t think it’s gonna last more than these two episodes since he was announced as a guest star rather than a whole new side character but we shall see)

i have some more thoughts regarding the other episode titles and i’ll probably be talking abt them sometime soon too!

[just-call-mefr1es]

Hai the idiot is here to ramble✨

So apparently Molly died around...1:50-ish maybe?

Anyways here's some things I've noticed!

Molly and Christopher (the fish) died the same year, don't know what day the fish died but the years are the same: 1947 for Molly and 1947 for the fish

Walter had outlived all his siblings (I believe)

Sam died in a similar way to Calvin, Sam got knocked off a cliff while Calvin went flying over/off a cliff (Huh. how convenient, eh?)

there's this little white-ish branch where Calvin's swing is. don't know if it means anything tho-

istg, I can see people walking around the finch house. like, outside of it I mean. either down at the beach, near the top of the house (right before that little school thing).

either Edith or Dawn left their phone behind lmao (hah/j)

When replaying Molly's story, the swing is there. It isn't wrapped up either! (I have a photo which I'll get later-)

Okay I shut up now-

yeah the fish probs died cause he probably got neglected after mollys death cuz i bet no one else rlly wanted to feed him once molly doed💔 people would so vandalize the house thi💀 theyd say it was like haunted and wreck shi or smth lol

and the swings still there cause molly died before calvin (infact the boys werent even alive when molly was💀) so the swing would stil be there cause calvin hadnt died yet (idk if u knew that already😭)

but ye‼️ walrer did outlive his siblings im pretty sure which is honestly 💔💔 even more when u think some more that he pribably didnt kniw:(

[pysankywrites-updates]

a few snippets to prove i’m still alive and working on things😭

Rowing comp fic (third-year-things):

Wilhelm was obviously unhappy during rowing practice, having been relegated to a chair in the literal corner while watching the rest of them run drills. At the start of practice, he had tried to join in; however, every single person on the team had quickly vetoed this and Simon’s stern look in his direction had apparently been enough to make him sit his ass right back down.

Now though, there was a frown on his face and his arms were crossed as he sat there, looking bored out of his mind. The only thing saving him from complete boredom was the whistle around his neck, which he was using liberally. It was mostly to correct the first-years, but after the sixth time in ten minutes, Simon was this close to ripping that whistle right out of his mouth. Walter and Henry both looked the same.

“If he blows that whistle one more time…,” Henry muttered under his breath. Simon didn’t hear the rest of what he said, but he didn’t need to. The other’s tone was enough explanation.

For the first time in a while, Walter agreed with him and for just a few minutes they were back in sync like they used to be.

Simon glanced over at his boyfriend to find the other running a hand over his face and then through his hair, messing it up. He looked frustrated and Simon knew it was driving him crazy to not be able to participate. He couldn’t help but think back to first-year Wilhelm who was sometimes more than happy to avoid practice if he could.

Practice ended not long after that, with Wilhelm only having blown the whistle two more times. Each time, Henry had twitched, his hands wrapping more tightly around the ERG handle until his knuckles were white. Walter simply had his eyes closed, forehead resting on his knees.

Everyone was quick to retreat to the locker room, obviously trying to escape from under Wilhelm’s tyranny with the whistle, until it was just him and Simon left in the gym.

“Having fun?” Simon asked drily, using the hem of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat off of his brow. Wilhelm gave him a look back, fiddling with the whistle. When he raised it up to his lips, Simon reached out with a dry laugh and snatched it away. “Yeah, no, I’m confiscating this, you tyrant.”

“How dare you? I’m stuck here in a chair, unable to do anything except rot and you would take away the one thing that has brought me joy—.”

Simon put the whistle in his own mouth and blew it, cutting the other off and then arching a brow at him in response to the mock affronted look sent his way. Then, only because there was no one else in the gym except for them, he pulled the whistle out of his mouth and said quietly, “I can think of a better way for you to use your mouth.”

Wilhelm looked back at him, eyes like honey. “Yeah?”

Simon nodded, his lips curling in the corners. He fiddled with the whistle. “Yeah.”

the (eventual) Walty fic (third-year-things):

The flame of the lighter flickered as Henry held it up, waving it beneath the end of the joint where it was held between his lips. After it eventually caught and the tip began to burn a dark orange, he inhaled deeply, the smoke burning his throat slightly.

“What are you thinking about?” Walter asked from where he sat beside him, watching and waiting for Henry to pass over the now-lit joint.

They had enough to each have their own, but Henry had always (selfishly) asked if they could just share one. At first, it had been because he wanted to keep as much as he could (and because he hadn’t been taught to share as a child if they were being honest), but then it had become because he wanted to keep Walter as close as he could. It was more intimate too in a way, passing the joint back and forth and even sharing kisses in between sometimes when no one was really around or when everyone else was too drunk to think much about it.

Tonight, they were alone though, sitting out on the rickety fire-escape of Forest Ridge and pretending that the rest of the world didn’t exist for a little while.

“That you have something in your hair,” was Henry’s answer to the question after exhaling and passing the joint over.

Walter’s hand flew up to run through his dark brown hair, and when he came away with nothing, he gave him an unamused look. “Really, Henry?”

He grinned at him and then leaned closer to run his fingers through his best friend’s hair, fixing some strands and displacing others. Walter’s hair was one of his favorite things ever. It was so soft and it always felt so good whenever he got to run his fingers through it.

“Honestly, I was really just thinking about whether or not Wille and Simon are in their room right now,” he admitted after a moment, still running his fingers through the other’s hair.

Walter coughed. “Why?”

“Because Simon keeps that closet stocked with snacks.”

This time, Walter sounded amused. “There’s no way you’re already hungry.”

Playfully, Henry shoved him and the other swayed away only to sway right back into him. Walter’s head settled gently on Henry’s shoulder, a careful weight even as the other leaned against him heavily. It was cautious and yet comfortable at the same time, probably because they were both so used to having to hide affection like this.

Clearing his throat and taking the joint back from the other, he said, “I’m always hungry.”

Walter hummed into the silence and Henry just inhaled deeply, staring out into the darkness of the late summer night around them.

Neither of them said anything more on the matter, but his mind played the words over and over. It was true. He was always hungry, but normally it was for the affection that Walter so easily showed him when they were alone or within the safety of their friend group. He was always hungry for the soft way the other smiled, the way that he cared for him, the way that he…. Just, the way that he was, the way that the two of them worked together so well. The way that Walter just understood.

Walter turned his head to face him, wide dark eyes looking up at him as he silently asked to take a hit, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to lean down and kiss him as he handed the joint over. The other’s lips were soft, slightly chapped like they always were from the way he anxiously chewed at them and never put on chapstick no matter how much Henry left lying around their room for him. They felt like heaven, but maybe that was just the weed speaking.

“Do you think Simon still has some of those crisps that he got from Bjärstad last time?” was the first thing his best friend asked him when they pulled apart and Henry smiled down at him, taking a hit from the joint and carefully blowing the smoke off to the side.

Pushing himself to his feet, he swayed slightly and the two of them broke out into giggles, the weed obviously finally starting to take effect and god, he wished he could capture the way that Walter’s eyes were shining as he looked up at him from where he still sat, legs dangling over the edge of the fire escape.

Stubbing the joint out on the railing and tucking it behind his ear, Henry held out both hands. “Let’s go see.”

Walter smiled up at him as he took both hands in his.

ineffable (that random good omens au):

Squinting up at the darkening sky, Wilhelm considered the clouds and decided that he already wasn’t a fan of this new thing called “rain” that the Almighty had decided to try out. Nothing against the Almighty of course, they could never do anything wrong. He just had a feeling about this, and it wasn’t necessarily a good one.

Mostly because he felt like it was going to end with his wings getting wet, and they were always such a pain to deal with when wet.

“Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

Releasing his lip from where he’d started to anxiously chew at it, Wilhelm turned around to find the snake from earlier standing beside him. Or, well, it had been a snake, now it was a demon.

Caught slightly off-guard, Wilhelm coughed. “Excuse me?”

The demon looked over at him, golden eyes curious. On his right temple, there was the small tattoo of a serpent, but it was almost completely hidden by his mess of dark curls. The twist of his lips into a small frown pulled Wilhelm’s attention away from the tattoo though, and when he sighed Wilhelm couldn’t get the sound out of his head.

“I said that that didn’t exactly go as planned.” The demon gestured vaguely toward the garden behind them. “In fact, it went down like a lead balloon.”

Wilhelm stared at him. “What do you mean? Weren’t you supposed to tempt them?”

The demon shrugged, all loose, casual lines. “I mean, yeah, but I really just wanted an orange. How was I supposed to know that there wouldn’t be any oranges here, in a garden, and just forbidden apples apparently?”

Wilhelm blinked and kept staring at him.

The demon flushed. “I mean, come on, it’s a garden. It’s, like, the garden. Is it too much to ask for an orange? It’s not as if they have them in Hell.”

This last part was muttered quietly, as if the other didn’t want him to hear it, and Wilhelm felt a pang of sympathy go through him. He quickly squashed it though. Feelings like that had almost gotten him in serious trouble last time and he didn’t want Kristina, or Erik, or even August to be on his ass about that again.

So, clearing his throat, he said, “Well, you still tempted them either way.”

The demon gave him a look, raising one of his perfect brows as he did so. “You know, I don’t see why it’s so bad to know the difference between good and evil. I mean, shouldn’t we be sharing that, not keeping it to ourselves?”

Damn, he really had a point. Wilhelm still had to keep up appearances though.

“Well, it must be bad…”

“Simon,” the demon supplied helpfully, lips quirking up slightly in the corners. Wilhelm’s brain immediately saved that to memory even though he insisted that it not do so.

“...Simon,” he added slowly, turning the name over in his mouth. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have tempted them into it.”

Simon sighed, rolling his golden eyes. “Ugh, I told you, I just wanted an orange. Really, it’s the Almighty’s fault for not putting any orange trees in here.”

Wilhelm started to hum in agreement and then quickly pinched himself and shook his head.

“I mean,” the demon continued, “it’s not very subtle, is it? Why not put the tree up on a high mountain? Or even on the moon?”

Damn it, yet another good point. Wait, shit, was this what being tempted felt like? (Of course he would manage to not only be the angel who failed at protecting the garden but was also the first to be tempted after the Fall. August would have a fucking field day with this if he ever found out.)

“It makes you wonder what God’s really planning,” the demon said, giving him a look.

Wilhelm fidgeted anxiously and started chewing at his lip. “It’s probably best not to speculate. After all, it’s all a part of the Great Plan. We’re not meant to understand it. It’s…” what was that word that Kristina always used when droning on and on about the Almighty’s plan? Ah yes, “ineffable.”

Simon raised both of his perfectly shaped brows at him. “Ineffable?”

“Yes.” He rubbed a hand against his chest. “It’s beyond our understanding and—.”

“Didn’t you have a flaming sword earlier?”

Wilhelm flushed deeply, stammering, “Uh….”

“You did, it was all big and…bright. Did you already lose it?”

God, this was the worst. If this demon had already noticed in five minutes, then Erik was going to notice immediately when he saw him later.

“I gave it away,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing at his chest anxiously and squinting once more up at the dark clouds above them. He was pretty sure that they had gotten closer.

“You did what?” Simon asked, sounding almost delighted. Wilhelm resisted the urge to shoot him a dirty glare, simply because that wouldn’t be very holy and angelic of him to do. And that’s what he was: holy and angelic. Supposedly.

“I gave it away,” he said a little bit more loudly this time, rubbing at his chest harder and then running a hand through his hair as he gestured widely at the desert beyond the walls. “There are vicious animals and it’s cold! So, you know, I said, ‘Here, flaming sword. Don’t thank me. Bye.’”

A moment later, thinking about Erik’s inevitable disappointed look when he saw that he’d lost his sword, he added quietly, “I hope that I didn’t do the wrong thing.”

Beside him, Simon scoffed. “You’re an angel. I don’t think you can do the wrong thing.”

Maybe it was meant to be reassuring, but Wilhelm didn’t exactly feel reassured. Especially not when the other added, “Now you’ve got me wondering though if I did the right thing, tempting them with the apple and whatnot. Demons aren’t supposed to do the right thing.”

Wilhelm chewed at his lip and glanced over to find Simon watching him, golden eyes considering. There was a dry smile on his face.

“It’d be funny, wouldn’t it? If I did the right thing, and you did the wrong thing?”

Despite it all, Wilhelm felt his lips curl into a smile as he laughed. Across from him, Simon started laughing too and the sound was unlike anything that he had ever heard before. The moment didn’t last long though, not when Wilhelm realized that that probably wouldn’t be funny at all; however, the humor still lingered between them even as it started to rain and he noticed Simon shivering slightly as the cold drops hit the two of them.

Taking one look at the other’s tattered dark wings, Wilhelm immediately decided that it didn’t matter if his wings got wet and he extended one out over Simon’s head to shield him from the worst of it. After all, his wings would always dry back out eventually.

cerebrum, chapter 7:

Despite the constant reminders from their friends, the bachelor parties and the literal invitation sitting on their kitchen counter, Henry and Walter’s wedding still somehow managed to sneak up on Simon. It didn’t even feel real until he was at the venue that their friends had chosen, sitting in the crowd and waiting for the ceremony to start.

“There you are.”

He glanced up to find Maja and Erik, as well as Wilhelm’s parents, settling into the seats saved beside him. They had all been invited to the wedding too; however, the kids had obviously stayed at home. He tried not to feel disappointed at this.

“How are you?” Maja asked, leaning over to squeeze his hand. It felt somewhat forced and he tried not to pull away.

Since that disastrous dinner a month ago, things had been awkward between himself and Wilhelm’s family. None of them had ever really talked about what happened, the others pretending as if nothing happened and Simon being too afraid of upsetting the careful balance between him and Wilhelm to push the issue. Unsurprisingly though, Maja had pulled away slightly and Erik had become a bit more guarded when they spoke. Kristina was about the same as ever though.

He hated it, but he also hated the way that they had pushed him out.

For Wilhelm’s sake though, he had agreed to sit with them during the wedding rather than sitting with Felice or Madison. After a few minutes of awkward, stilted conversation though, he wondered if it would have just been better for everyone had he sat with someone else.

He didn’t have too long to regret this decision though, before the music started and they were all standing to turn and face the central aisle.

Alexander, Walter’s best man, walked down it first. Following him was Wilhelm.

At the sight of his partner, dressed in the groomsmen suit chosen by Henry, Simon felt his breath catch slightly. He had seen him earlier of course, when they were getting dressed back at the apartment, but it was something about seeing him in this setting. It made his throat ache, emotions clawing at his chest and leaving him feeling wrung out.

Beside him, he could feel Erik watching him, but he didn’t give the other the satisfaction of looking over at him. If he did, then the older might see the way that heat had begun to build behind Simon’s eyes and was threatening to spill over the edges even though he knew that it wouldn’t.

Henry and Walter followed shortly after that, arm in arm and both looking incredibly overwhelmed despite the smiles on their faces. Simon knew that they were both likely incredibly hungover from their bachelor parties; however, they were managing to hide it well.

The ceremony was short and sweet. He didn’t hear much of it though, almost all of his attention devoted to where Wilhelm stood near Henry.

The other was smiling faintly as he watched his best friend go through the vows with Walter. There was loss in his expression too though, hidden in the corners of his expression, and Simon felt his own heart ache with the familiarity of the feeling. It was the same one that had settled over him earlier and was clawing at his throat, leaving him feeling choked up and unable to breathe.

He was beginning to wonder if he would ever breathe normally again when cheers went up all around them. At the front, Henry and Walter were kissing, both of them obviously smiling. They were still smiling when they pulled apart a moment later, Walter cupping Henry’s face so gently that it almost made Simon want to look away. (Jealousy and loss in equal turns left his throat raw after that.)

They led the procession out this time, holding hands and smiling giddily over at each other as they passed by the rows. Wilhelm was smiling too as he followed after the two newlyweds and their eyes found each other as he passed by Simon’s row. It felt like a moment and forever passed in those few seconds, like everything was both once how it was and also their new normal now too.

Simon blinked and the other had already passed by, almost to the end of the rows and following Henry and Walter out. He watched him go and tried to remember how to breathe again.

“That was absolutely beautiful,” Maja said from beside him after a moment. She was smiling brightly when he glanced over at her. Erik was nodding in agreement, smiling as well.

It took him a long time to find his voice—probably too long, but he didn’t care at this point anymore—before he nodded and said, “Yeah. Absolutely.”

Somehow, he managed to keep his voice steady. Even his smile didn’t feel too forced after a moment.

[pinkmandias]

i was sifting through a bunch of jesse hate (for an edit not bc i’m obsessed😭) and the gist of what i got was just. a willful misunderstanding of his character, his trauma, and his naivety/innocence in regards to his age/the power imbalance present within his relationship with walt and like. almost everyone else on the show.

obviously all of the people that loathe him and have paragraphs upon paragraphs of misinterpretations & simplifications of his arc to spew online are all people that love & identify with walter (surprise surprise), but i feel like it’s also so very reminiscent of the shit i noticed these last two years with certain media where a large portion of audience is both too stupid to recognize nuances present in writing & leans heavily on their confirmation bias.

and on that note, what was not shocking to me was how many of these complaints could be boiled down to him getting in walt’s way, making things more difficult for walt, or subverting walt’s authority. it’s incredibly similar to the hatred for skyler that has only recently begun to taper off (or at least take different forms or been redirected to other characters - like jane). jesse shares significantly more similarities with female characters in brba than any male character, and i think it’s only because he is not a woman (whereas skyler is) that jesse hate was not more prevalent while the show was airing/i see more of it now than ever.

jesse is a pussy, he’s a little bitch, he’s weak, he cries too much - because it’s not “manly” for him to feel remorse and to be destroyed by guilt. when he self destructs it’s selfish and when he lashes out he’s ungrateful. never mind the fact that he has been through more than enough to deeply traumatize even the most well adjusted individual by s3, much less at the end of his captivity by s5. with no one to turn to, no one to talk to, no one to comfort him. he’s neglected time and time again by the man who, from the very beginning, violated & disrespected his boundaries, his belongings, his personal life, his home, his time & has (both intentionally and unintentionally) methodically chipped away at any meaningful relationship jesse had or could have & left him with nothing but Him, nurturing a deadly codependency. he has at least two members of walt’s family being projected onto him as well as the role of a student & business partner. perfect obedience & perfect fulfillment of these roles is expected, but not praised.

would you not also be a little bitchy sometimes? do impulsive & risky things to gain attention or love or some semblance of power in your otherwise powerless life? would you not fall prey to fleeting affection given by a dying man (with the same sickness as your late aunt that you shared a home with and loved so dearly that you spent her remaining time on this earth by her side, taking care of her) when that affection is so heady? when you have nothing and no one else??

it always circles back around to “he knew what he was getting into”, “he deserved xyz”, “he could have stopped at any time”, and “why didn’t he just leave” - just like with skyler. i don’t think i have to explain why those comments are so disturbing & i don’t think it’s difficult at all to understand why he cries or bitches so much…

anyway, i’ll conclude this post with these quotes because i think it says a lot that the only character vince remembers the audience hating so much is skyler -

[boygiwrites]

Living the Vida Loca   P.5

•  Jesse Pinkman & Reader. (Platonic)

(Here’s part one.)     (Here’s part two.) (Here’s part three.) (Here’s part four.) (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 — Buckle up, this is a monster of a chapter!! And also, it's the end!! 😭 I'll be writing an epilogue, though!  Thank you for everyone who has been here for this little journey!

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The week before the betrayal.

The week before the betrayal, things are weird.

( In hindsight, maybe you should have pieced it together sooner. )

First of all;

Jimmy can't look you in the eye.

He laughs at the wrong times, stutters randomly, and picks at his cuff links when he talks to you.

He says he can't tell you what's wrong.

When you give him a look that must show your heart breaking in real time, he crumbles, and banishes you from his office to prevent himself from blurting out whatever it is he's hiding from you. Whenever you knock or ring, his receptionist always has an excuse prepared.

You bite down hurt every time.

Jimmy usually always makes time for you; especially after the attack.

One evening, you sit on the hood of his car, watching the inflatable statue of liberty teeter in the wind, and wait for him to leave the office.

When he sees you, he drops his briefcase.

You argue.

He calls you a brat.

You call him a coward.

Just tell me what it is, you beg, I can't take it anymore!

He looks, just for a fraction of a second, like he's going to say something.

He searches for the right words.

He meets your eyes.

Then he throws himself in the driver's seat and screeches out the parking lot.

The stars come out.

You take the bus home.

After that, you give up on trying to figure him out.

Secondly;

Walter talks way too much.

He baits you into dinner at his house and overstuffs the awkward silence while you pick at green beans.

His wife and son look like they want to disappear.

Walter talks way too much about your recent success on the mid-terms, and how he remembers that ugly backpack you used to wear in seventh grade, and how, one time, at the annual science fair, you spilt orange food dye all over yourself and he had to use his tie to wipe you down, and how he's lucky to have you as a student, and how, and how, and how-

With each unprompted story, he becomes more emotional.

It's like you're listening to your own obituary.

This is the first time you see Walter White cry, and it's onto buttered corn.

The dinner ends pretty abruptly.

Nothing feels right, after that.

He stops by the house way too often and smiles way too much.

He offers to carry your things, and opens doors for you, and tells fluffy, out-of-character jokes.

He always makes a point to ask if you're feeling alright, which strikes you as odd.

One day, Jesse straight up doesn't let Walter inside the house.

You squirm deeper into the sofa blankets while they cuss each other out at the door.

Look, man, she just doesn't wanna see you right now!

Well, why on Earth not?!

You start to skip chemistry just to get his voice out your head.

Every time you see him, he's got the same guilty look on his face.

One night, when you talk about it, Jesse admits he's noticed things are weird, too.

There's something very wrong.

You just don't know what.

He starts getting antsy, and he starts checking his phone all the time.

He corners Jimmy at a gas station one morning and tries shaking answers from him.

The next time Walt comes over, Jesse doesn't even answer the door.

If they weren't going to break, you'd just have to wait.

Between Jimmy's silence and Walter's chatter-mouth, it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

The night of the betrayal.

The truth comes out at midnight on an empty overpass, while the city twinkles silently on a black horizon.

You watch Jesse and Walt from inside the car as they argue on mute.

You bite your nails.

The argument hits a climax.

When Jesse swings at Walt, you finally jump out.

The noise of the wind and the yelling hits you like a semi-truck.

What the Hell do you mean, huh? Huh?!

Jesse, I can explain!

You get there just in time to stop Jesse from throwing Walt over the railing.

A plane soars overhead as you all catch your breaths.

Jesse gets you behind him, exactly like the very first night Walt came into your lives, and points his gun at his face.

Numbly, you realise Jesse's crying.

Say it!

Jesse's voice echoes off the concrete ditch below.

Say it!

Say it, right now!

Say again what you just told me!

You feel sick, suddenly.

Whatever he's about to admit to, it's going to change everything.

You can just tell.

Walt shirks off his foggy glasses, wipes his brow, and looks you in the eye.

He's out of things to say.

I sent those men to beat you, is his simple confession.

Gus' associate, the one who sent those men after you; It was Walter?

All your thoughts condense into one word: Why?

Did Jimmy know?

The world tilts.

You remember falling to the ground.

You remember vomiting.

You remember a gunshot.

Then; two.

Three.

Walter's car shoots off into the night like a bat out of Hell, until his break lights are just little red fireflies in the distance.

You remember Jesse screaming and kicking and hitting himself in the head.

You remember wanting to go home.

You remember nothing.

Somewhere along the highway on the way home, the car dies out.

You sit on a cold patch of tarmac with Jesse and wait under the moon for Mike to come rescue you.

Suffice it to say;

Spirits are low.

It's quiet as a graveyard out here.

I spy with my little eye, Jesse sighs, and that's how you spend the next four hours.

You kick rocks, and play eye-spy, and take turns pacing the road, aimlessly searching for cell phone bars.

At some point while you're star-gazing with Jesse on the roof of his little red car, you re-construct Walter's plan in your head: Walt needs Jesse in check, Walt sends men to beat you, Walt stages innocence, Jesse blames Gus, business booms.

The bruise on your cheekbone starts to sting.

Is that all you're worth to him? A bag of blue meth and a pay-check?

You wriggle closer to Jesse.

He's the devil.

You glance at Jesse and whisper, What'd you say?

Despite the reflection of the stars in his eyes, you can tell Jesse isn't seeing any of it.

There's a glaze of something else; Anger? Defeat?

Mister White. He's the devil.

The night steals his words away like a tumbleweed.

You grab his hand.

You think you see a shooting star.

Mike shows up at 1AM with a toolbox, blankets, water, and a very deep frown.

None of you speak about it.

Working through the betrayal.

It takes one week for Jimmy to come crawling to your front door, begging forgiveness.

You balk when you see his raw, discolored face littered with little strips of medical tape and red scratches.

Around a busted lip, Jimmy swears to you on his life that he was telling Jesse the truth when he beat him for answers this morning.

Right hand to God, I did not know about Walter's plans until after Gus Fring died.

The silence lasts a life-time and eventually, your chin crumples and your eyes water.

Oh, Jimmy's features clench with sympathy.

He hugs you tight, and that's that.

You forgive him.

When he notices over your shoulder how messy the house is, the mush-fest is cancelled, and he calls you guys a pair of dirty pigs.

He scoffs, How the Hell have you been living like this?

You guess the place does sort of look like a well-oiled machine that just... stopped. It's disgusting, really.

You give Jimmy a re-cap of the past week.

You tell him how Jesse took a jerry can, a lighter, and a death wish to Walt's house, and tried burning it to the ground.

And how Jesse shakes when he sleeps, and how he's got that white-hot look in his eyes all the time; murder on his mind.

And how you both sort of just gave up on doing the dishes, or the laundry, or the floors once the hot water got shut off.

And how you spend all day in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Things sort of hit rock bottom for you and Jesse after that night on the overpass.

As he toes a pile of stinky clothes rotting in the corridor, Jimmy mumbles, I can tell.

He decides he's going to be there for you two.

He's going to help pick up the pieces Walt left behind.

While Jesse's out there flaming away like a bonfire, hunting Walter down, Jimmy appoints himself your stay-in house maid.

He actually cooks, this time.

He vacuums, and sweeps, and mops, and does the grocery shopping.

He googles how to navigate your TV so he can switch on your favorite shows.

He sits on your closed toilet lid like a stubborn mule and waits until you brush your teeth.

He forces you and Jesse to shower, and dedicates a whole day to mass-cleaning your wardrobes.

The only reason you and Jesse aren't living in total darkness anymore is because Jimmy remembers to pay the electric company.

He sets up temporary home-schooling arrangements.

He wears a stupid little apron when he makes lunches.

One day, he even mows the lawn.

Think of it like a non-refundable, pre-paid service, he tells you.

You think this is probably the most honest work he's done in his whole life.

He's a good person when he wants to be.

Thanks to him, you get by.

The end of everything.

One afternoon, you're in Hank Schrader's kitchen, watching him dump sticky sheep guts on the floor.

He's going to stage your torture, claim you revealed the money location, and trick Walter into leading them to the real stash.

At least get my good side, you grumble as you sidle up to the pink globs of meat.

Hank and Gomez coach you on how to pose like you're in pain.

They cheer.

That's the one!

Jesse takes the photo.

He helps you clean up in Hank's giant bathroom afterwards, with a warm wash-cloth and lavender hand soap.

It takes thirty seconds after the photo is sent for Walter to call back on speakerphone.

Jesse keeps him on the line by provoking him from every possible angle.

This is the knife he's been waiting to twist; to make Walter hurt.

You're not too sure Jesse's acting, after his veins start to protrude, and his fingers start to sweat.

He's spitting on the phone screen.

These are the cracking, broken words you hear Walter sputtering throughout the call;

What the Hell have you done?!

I swear! I swear on my son, my daughter, my wife! I never meant for this!

Oh, God, it's over, isn't it? Was it quick?

I'm sorry, Jesse!

You have got to believe me!

I didn't want any of this!

These are the cutting, burning words you hear Jesse seething throughout the call;

You're bringing kids into this, now? You lying, dogshit piece of trash?

I'm gonna burn ten G's for every time you've lied to my face!

I don't give a fucking fuck that you're sorry!

This is it. This is where you stop hurting people.

Like two planets on course to fatally collide, Walter and Hank barrel their cars through the New Mexico desert.

Orange dust swirls over the windows when you skid to a sudden stop.

It clears; slowly.

There's a small, beige speck of movement among the rocks.

This is it.

It's Walter.

The cancer chased him, Jesse chased him, the DEA chased him, and yet here he is in a corner of his own making.

As he shuffles toward your group, and then crawls, and then kneels, you feel something stretching like a rubber band inside you.

When you hear the clinking of hand cuffs, you realize it's a grin.

Hank lets you step in front of Walter, his thin gold frames and buttoned shirt askew.

You begin to laugh.

Your voice is a passing howl across the yellow sands.

You imagine every face that's ever hurt you, and you scream in the one in front of you until you can't anymore.

You slap him, you hit him, you kick him, you spit on him.

He keeps his head bowed the whole time.

Then, it's Jesse's turn.

The rustling of nearby shrubs sound like the whispers of dead men, calling for Walter.

Jesse's got no energy to waste on goodbyes.

Walter gets shoved in the back of Hank's car.

You wait for backup to arrive.

The air feels fresh, and alive. You're happy.

You and Jesse climb to the top of a craggy outcrop and hoot into the surrounding canyon.

We're free now, Jesse chuckles breathily as he holds your shoulders. We can do anything.

You're sharing a plastic bottle of water when you first hear them.

Engines, approaching.

Jesse straightens.

They're not police cars.

They file in through the gulley like little black ants.

Shouting.

Confusion.

The red rock you're standing on suddenly splits into hundreds of little pebbles.

Gunfire.

Jesse throws you both to the ground.

You're hard to hit from all the way up here, but they know where you are.

The sky becomes a bowl of echoing gunshots and screaming.

Jesse's chanting curses, holding your head down, and inching towards nowhere in particular.

The gunfire tapers.

Next thing you know, you're running full force through the desert.

Jesse's behind you, shoving you forward every couple seconds.

In the distance, so small it looks like a granule of pepper, you think you see a car cruising calmy along the freeway.

You know that it can't see you.

You wonder where they're going.

That's the last, strangely normal thought you have before your face hits the ground.

Jesse yells out for you.

You instinctively curl around your middle like a scared little bug.

Your hands are instantly wet, and warm.

It's blood.

There's a big, ugly, gushing ring of flesh on your stomach.

Through the disorientating lines of heat waves, you make out Jesse struggling against two men.

And a third man coming toward you.

He drags you by the ankle back to the cars, like a sinking anchor all the way back to the bottom of the sea.

The mid-day sky pans slowly above you. It's sort of peaceful.

You see birds.

At some point, you're dumped next to Hank.

There are flies exploring around his open eyeballs.

He's dead.

Next thing you catalogue is Jesse, pinned on his stomach, nearby; thrashing and screaming and no-no-no-ing.

You don't understand, but you do remember all the times you've ever told Jesse you loved him.

Wait, why would you remember that, of all things?

Why is Jesse covered in sand and snot and slobber and tears?

You try telling him you love him.

You think it's important that you try.

Again; why?

Your head pounds.

You hear a gun's safety switch off and feel the barrel against your head.

Oh.

That's why.

You expect your life to flash before your eyes, like one big, split-second movie, but it doesn't.

This is just some random Tuesday afternoon, at the wrong place and the wrong time, and you're going to die.

You remember hiding the house keys under the welcome mat this morning, because you thought you were going to come home today.

For some reason, that's the thing that makes you cry.

You're never going home again.

You think you can hear Walter begging, too.

Is this really it?

You start moaning sadly to Jesse about how you don't want to die.

God, everything hurts so bad.

No, wait. Here comes the flashing, now.

Your first bike.

The day you started first grade.

The skatepark.

The polaroids, strung up like pearls in your bedroom.

The broken coffee pot in the kitchen.

Your favorite song.

Your baby blanket.

The leak in the garage sink.

That one flowerpot in the yard that refuses to wilt.

Going to the corner store with Jesse.

The sales bin in Blockbuster.

The scar on Jesse's knee.

The papers in your bottom drawer; the ones that saved your life.

Movies, songs, books, laughing, crying, jumping, running, living.

Everything.

Gone;

On some random Tuesday afternoon.

With Jesse's pleading fading and your vision blackening, you decide to look at the sky again.

You see birds.

BANG.

Your vacation at the Welker's place.

I spy with my little eye...

It's the middle of September, now. Todd told you so this morning. You could guess as much, though, from the cold.

Jesse's voice lives in the hole next to yours, now. It's just how things are.

Every day, the tarp comes off, breakfast is lowered in by a tin bucket, and you play eye-spy with Jesse through the wall.

Usually, your only options are the shapes of clouds, or passing bugs and birds, or rain, or new weeds that grow from the concrete.

There's not much else to see.

I spy with my little eye, something white, he says.

You search the grate.

You guess, The tarp?

Jesse sounds like he's smiling when he tells you you're right.

You feel proud.

Your turn, now.

I spy with my little eye, something grey.

He guesses, The sky?

You smile when you tell him he's right.

It's moments like these you wish you were dying in the same hole, so you could give him a high five, but you're not.

Right on schedule, you ask, What do you look like today?

As always, he answers, Well, my beard's a little longer, I think.

Right on schedule, he asks, What do you look like today?

As always, you answer, My wrists are skinnier than yesterday, I think.

Sometime around lunch, you listen as Jesse is hauled out onto the surface and dragged into the cooking warehouse by his chains.

The only reason he goes without a fight is because last time, they cut off your pinkie toe for it, and he cried the whole night.

You spend the rest of the day alone.

These are the things you think about:

What's Jimmy up to, in this exact moment? Driving? Typing? Talking?

What's on the news?

Are people looking for you?

Do you remember anything about the roads it took to drive here?

What would happen if you tried climbing out?

Then, like clockwork, the moon slides across the highest point of the shed roof, and Jesse is tossed back in his cell.

You play eye-spy again and then wish each other goodnight.

This is your life for three months.

If you ever made an autobiography, this is what it would say.

You were born in a parking lot at a concert.

You spent your entire childhood in an old, spray-painted skatepark with a bunch of teenage boys.

You've been in lots of foster homes.

You were adopted at age fourteen.

All the adults in your life are either in prison, in jail, or on their way there.

Your chemistry teacher is a drug lord.

He tried to kill you at age sixteen.

You've seen three dead bodies.

You were shot in the middle of the desert on a Tuesday, and then shot again in the foot, and then captured by Nazis.

Now, you live in a hole.

If you were in a movie, it'd be called, The Worst Day Ever.

One night, Jesse's tossed back into his cell, but this time he doesn't want to play eye-spy.

He has a paperclip.

It's a miracle.

He describes the paperclip, and how he stole it, and what his plan is, in great, exceeding detail over ten long minutes.

You wait for the tell-tale thunking of closed doors and clicking lights, and then the Welkers are all asleep, and Jesse unshackles himself.

He folds up all his blankets and spare shirts and the mattress and his shoes, scales it all, and leaps for the grate.

The moon moves three fingers worth of space across the sky before he makes it.

He laughs.

You laugh.

You imagine him hanging there like a chimp, grinning.

You hold your breath for a long time.

The squeaking of metal.

Grunting.

Shuffling.

Then, for the first time in three months, you see Jesse's face hovering above you.

He wasn't kidding about the beard thing.

You laugh at him, with tears in your eyes, that he looks like Rapunzel.

He tells you to shut up, but he's cry-laughing, too.

For ten minutes, you charge at the wall, jump for his hand, miss, and fall back down again.

He's laying on his stomach, reaching down as far as he can into your cell, and trying everything he can to catch you.

Your legs are buckling and his elbows are bruised, but you don't give up.

The sun is coming up when you finally hear a solid clap, and you realize you're hanging from Jesse's hand.

You made it.

He pulls you out.

You actually feel the breeze on your skin.

Your wounds have all re-opened, so Jesse wraps his shirt around your midriff.

You sit in an old puddle of sludge and trash for a minute, not believing your eyes.

He holds your wrists.

You feel his beard.

He looks so much different; especially his eyes.

Then;

The thunking of doors and the clicking of lights.

The Welkers are awake.

Jesse hauls you to your feet, and the pain is excruciating, but you let him tug you along.

He's dragging one of the tarps behind him.

It's like that day in the desert.

Blindly fleeing.

Voices chasing.

You reach the fences.

He throws the tarp over the barbed wire, grabs your thighs, and lifts you up.

You climb.

You reach.

You twist.

You fall.

You're on the other side of the fence.

You're out.

Jesse lands after you, and then you're running again, into the maze of empty warehouses and alleyways.

Jesse finds a car.

You hold your head under the dashboard while he hotwires it.

The engine sputters like a dying heart undergoing CPR.

Bullets hit the trunk.

Come on, you piece of shit, Jesse cries.

The car starts.

He punches the horn in celebration.

A bullet pierces the rear-view mirror.

Then, he slams his foot into the accelerator, and like a bad, distant nightmare, the Welkers shrink and shrink and shrink away.

The sun is fully up by the time you reach the highway.

There are birds, and other cars.

There are gas stations, and payphones, and people, and light, and noise.

The windows are all rolled down.

You both scream out of them like it's the first time you've ever used your voices.

Maybe it is.

You don't know where it is you're going, but you're with Jesse.

He's all you've got, and he's all you need.

Is that a Burger King he's pulling into?

This might be the best day of your life.

On the TV near the menu boards, your face stares back at you, labelled missing.

You eat an army's worth of burgers and fries and milkshakes and nuggets.

He pays for it with the twenty bucks he found in the glovebox.

The door dings when you step out.

You're free.

Really, this time.

You can go anywhere.

Do anything.

Jesse asks you what the next move is.

You take in the world, anew.

Your eyes land on a bench near the road.

Jesse follows your gaze.

Better Call Saul, it says.

It's as good a plan as any.

New life, here you come.

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End Notes - That was almost 5,000 words! Oh my god. Let me know what you think!! Ready for an epilogue that may or may not be set in a certain snowy country?

[lilbluebastard]

⚠️ Opinion/long post warning! ⚠️

Listen you can be honest after you read this if you do, I’ll happily listen and respect you’re opinion 🩵

Listen I love hellsing but I don’t love some of its ships

Like the ships! Of course I’m not judging anyone we all have our own thing and we all like to enjoy our own opinions, I totally understand it but to be honest some of the ships that go with alucard creep me out….like a lot

Know before anyone gets upset there’s a good reason, I’m not just saying this stuff because I hate alucard (even tho I do) some of this ships can be creepy and weird

Like for example, andercard , alucard x Integra or alucard x Walter, now let me explain

It doesn’t involve alucard it involves

Girly card

Plus im not gonna go search for the art because I don’t wanna drag the artist into it and I don’t wanna well search for it because it makes me uncomfortable

I’ve seen art with girly card and young Walter now, just because she looks like a child doesn’t mean she is one , Alucards is about a 500+ year old guy, I’ve seen art of girlycard, doing things with young Walter and young Integra that he shouldn’t be doing with them

I’ve seen him flirting with them, EVEN KISSING THEM!

These two young CHILDREN for example

It’s honestly just creepy and kinda makes me question the community

Now I’m sure you’re wondering

Where does andercard come in this, listen I’m not hating on andercard because i like Anderson, it’s a cute ship don’t get me wrong I love a lil enemies to lover type stuff, I’ve seen some cute art

But seriously girlycard looks like a child, it’s makes Anderson look like a stereotypical irl priest 😭

But I’ve seen art where they’ve shared a father like daughter relationship and that’s a bit better just a old man taking the form of a child to get a good father figure he’s always wanted but I’ve seen creepy art between them, people are making Alexander look like a creep 😕

But I’ve also seen art of Alexander and girlycard and it’s just creepy, I’ve seen people drawing them in weird positions , yes they do give Anderson a uncomfortable expression but that’s no excuse in my opinion

People are making alucard and Anderson look like a creeps! Like yes have you’re ships but honestly, you’re making alucard act like that piece of shit that attacked him in his childhood

And I’m aware every community has its bad sides and good sides and I should deal with it but seriously!

Listen if you’re upset with me I can kinda understand but seriously this is really creepy and no one talks about it (well from what I can see no one does) some people are making alucard a actual monster

Like yes older Integra and Walter are fine because there adults, ship them to high heaven for all I care but drawing him with there younger selves how can you not see how bad that is? And honestly I’ve seen art of where there just besties, I like that because it’s not as creepy a lil weird but not as creepy you know?

But honestly ship what you want

Andercard is a silly ship , I mean not my ship but I respect others for it but the nsfw art makes me really uncomfortable, but still! I’ve seen silly stuff with andercard

(Adult) Integra x alucard

Also not my ship because I see them as father and daughter(just my opinion tho 😉) , but if it’s yours hey that’s a-okay! I’ve seen sone cute art with those guys! I get silly comics of Integra x alucard and they always are the best!

I don’t really see art of older Walter and alucard it’s rare but still!

A ship is a ship, everything has a good side and everything has a bad side, I’m sorry if I made someone upset, feel free to tell me you’re opinion, I’ll happily listen to you and I’ll respect it, because everyone’s opinions important

Listen I’m not gonna go tell people to stop drawing what they like, Im not that kinda person , I’m just someone who’s sharing my opinions, because it’s been bugging me for a while, I’m just being honest

(yes I’m aware there are other ships but I feel like this one was just to Important)

But this is just my opinion okay! It doesn’t have to be yours as well, you don’t need to change it to yours after reading this! You’re opinion and say on this is important too! Don’t let sone random person on the internet bring you down because of there opinion! if yours is different I’ll respect it because you’re important as well!🥰🩵🫂