#jesse pinkman drabbles

[ichorai]

sunlight ; jesse pinkman.

track thirteen of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; jesse pinkman x gn!reader

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

words ; 4.2k

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

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

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

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

It was quiet. Peaceful.

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

That is, until you came along.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pursed his lips. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Jared Driscoll.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesse looked to the hoodie, then back at you. 

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

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

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

Two years in Alaska meant nearly two years with you.

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

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

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

You hummed in agreement. “It does.”

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

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

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

“You were right,” he finally said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But maybe… maybe yellow wasn’t so bad. 

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

[depressopax]

The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

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

The first kiss

Nacho

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

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

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

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

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

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” 

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

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

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

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

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

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

“Is that right, Jesse?”

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

“Maybe I like you too?” 

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

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

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

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

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.” 

“Perfect.”

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

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

“Yea”

Kim 

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

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

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

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly. 

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.” 

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

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

“I’m worried for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

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

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

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.” 

“Sure seems like it.” 

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

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

“Worried? Why?”

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

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.” 

He rolled his eyes and continued walking. 

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

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

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

He squeezed your shoulder. 

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

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

“...Idiot.”

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

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

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

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

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

Mike

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

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

“Mike…” 

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

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.” 

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

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

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

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

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”  

And then… 

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

The kiss said more than thousands of words. 

Everything made sense now.

Howard

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course!” 

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

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

“Alright… Shoot.” 

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

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

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

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…” 

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

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

[castieltrash1]

jesse. giving head. early morning sleepy. somno? >:3

jesse pinkman x gn!reader; smut, mentions of oral (m receiving), somno, established consent, slight mentions of jesse's prev drug use

As slow tendrils of pleasure crawl up his spine, Jesse nuzzles deeper into your pillow, taking in the faint scent of your shampoo. His whole body tingles, nerve endings alight, and if he were home alone on his springy mattress, he’d know it was some effect from whatever he smoked the night before. But he’s in your bed, completely sober, and yet there’s something building in his gut, growing stronger with each passing second.

Suddenly, the haze of sleep washes away in one fell swoop, and a raspy groan leaves his mouth before he can stop it, the instinctive action one step ahead of his mind processing what’s happening. It isn’t until his lashes flutter open and his eyes focus on you, curled up at the end of the bed with your cheek pressed to the softness of his inner thigh, that his thoughts click into place. He’s almost fully hard and your lips are ghosting the outline of his clothed cock, close enough so he can feel the little exhale you let out when you see he’s awake.

“W-what…” His voice is hoarse and he clears his throat before continuing. “Are you… Were you about to suck me off?” Jesse finally asks, unable to stop his lips from curling into a lazy smile. The roles had been reversed more times than he could count and he’d almost mastered making you cum before you were even awake, tongue working you to the edge so effortlessly after months of practice.

“Mhm,” you reply, pushing forward to kiss him through his boxers. “Wanted to try.” You whisper the admission so quietly he almost misses it, and he reaches down to pat the top of your head with his bony fingers. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” you tell him, and his hand falls to trace the shell of your ear as you shift between his thighs, eyes blown wide with lust.

“‘S alright,” Jesse reassures, biting his lip as you begin pulling his cock free, feeling it pulse hot and heavy against your palm. “I wanna watch.”

| breaking (down) bad weekend

(if anyone knows whose gif this is pls lmk so i can credit them!!)

[niki-phoria]

jesse pinkman x short!male!reader? protective jesse perhaps?? maybe walt is being a dick??

pairing: jesse pinkman x short!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 770

a/n: saw this idea and RAN with it lmao thank you so much for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

warnings: probably not canon compliant, cussing, maybe gets a little suggestive ??, walt is a dick, set at jesse's townhouse when he was renting from jane's dad, can't remember when walt lied about the pseudo going bad but just go with it, mdc stands for metropolitan detention center, google told me that's the jail in universe

requests open !! read my rules first

the sound of incessant knocking wakes you too early on a saturday morning. jesse groans next to you, rolling to lay on his back. you sit up next to him, gently nudging his side. “are you gonna get that?” 

“later,” he groans. you stifle a laugh, pulling yourself out of bed. jesse whines as you pull one of his shirts on, making your way to the front door. 

it almost shakes with the force of the pounding. “jesse!” a man shouts from the other side. you swing the door open, leaning against it. a middle-aged man stands on your porch, hand still raised to knock. he’s wearing a gray jacket and glasses. you shift uncomfortably under his harsh glare. his eyebrows furrow, face contorting into a scowl. “where’s jesse?” 

“he’s asleep,” you press the side of the door even closer to your side, using your body to block the view from inside your home. “what do you want?” 

“i need to see him.” you step back when the man raises his hand to press on the door. you push back, keeping him outside. 

“you couldn’t have called?” 

the man glares down at you. “no.” 

you roll your eyes, glancing behind you. jesse stretches a little, rushing to your side when he notices the man.

“babe,” he leans down so his lips barely ghost against the side of your neck. “i’ll handle this. why don’t you start breakfast?” 

you raise an eyebrow at him but the look he gives is enough to tell you to back off for the time being. “sure.” you step aside, away from the door. 

“i won’t be long.” you nod as jesse steps outside, closing the door behind him. 

“who is he?” the man yells. their voices are clear despite the door separating you from him. “does he know about you? about us? what have you told him?” 

“nothing, alright, he’s cool. don’t worry about him.” 

you grab a bowl from the cabinets, setting it on the counter next to the carton of eggs. their voices only continue to grow louder. “don’t worry about him? are you hearing yourself? jesse-” 

“listen, what is this about? you show up at my house and start pounding on my door and you don’t even tell me what you want?” 

the man sighs. “we need to cook more. a lot more. our pseudo is going bad.” 

this time it’s jesse who sighs, though he sounds more exasperated than anything. “seriously?” after a moment of silence, he sighs again. “fine. tomorrow.” 

“we need to do it today.” 

“i’m busy. i’ve got plans.” 

the man scoffs. “smoking pot and sleeping all day are not plans. who even is that guy? what’s he doing here?” 

“he’s none of your business.” jesse hisses. “we’ll cook tomorrow. now leave.” 

he doesn’t give the man a chance to respond before he comes back inside, closing the door behind him. you stand in front of the stove, flipping an omelet in a pan. jesse relaxes a little, some of the tension falling from his shoulders. his hand is warm as it presses against your side. he pulls you against his back, head resting on top of yours. 

“eggs?” he murmurs. you hum, twisting to press a kiss against his cheek. 

“we need to buy groceries.” 

“later,” he whispers, turning you around in his arms. he reaches over to turn the burner down, pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. his hand presses against your thigh, coaxing you to jump up onto the counter. you wrap your arms around his neck, now level with him. 

jesse smiles when you pull away, leaning down to press another peck against your lips. “so,” you whisper. “which drugs do you sell?” 

you can feel him freeze against you, wide eyes staring into your own. after a beat of silence, he speaks. “how did you know?” 

“you two weren’t exactly quiet,” you trace your fingers along his jawline, thumb stroking against the skin of his cheek. 

“meth,” jesse sighs. “i make crystal meth.” 

“wow.” 

“are you gonna turn me in?” 

you hum in faux contemplation, pulling him down so his forehead rests against yours. “no.” his hand moves up from your thigh to your waist, hand slipping underneath your shirt. “you’re lucky you’re so cute. otherwise, you’d be halfway to mdc right now.” 

jesse laughs. “i’m glad.” 

you chuckle, pulling him down into another quick kiss. “promise me,” you hold your hand out, sticking your pinky up. he glances down at your hand, raising an eyebrow. “no stupid shit.” 

“no stupid shit.” he chuckles, intertwining your fingers together. “i promise.”

[rapturously]

✠⠀༷ ゜𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒 & 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

regarding character muses and fandoms.

⠀˹ 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼

all characters listed here are able to be requested for one-shots & drabbles. all are grouped according to that specific fandom.

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

michael myers — (rob zombie & 2018)

jason voorhees

thomas b. hewitt — (tcm remake)

brahms heelshire

eric newlon / john carver — (thanksgiving)

the sinclair brothers — (bo, vincent, & lester)

billy loomis

stu macher

mickey altieri

richie kirsch

ethan landry

amber freeman

tiffany valentine

brendan kemp / steve — (fresh 2022)

jackson rippner — (red eye)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲.

hellboy — (all movies)

abe sapien — (del toro verse)

prince nuada — (hellboy films)

the lost boys (david, dwayne, marko, paul & michael)

the yautja — (predator)

count dracula — (van helsing 2004)

gabriel van helsing — (van helsing 2004)

pyramid head — (silent hill)

count orlok — (nosferatu 2024)

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦.

bruce wayne — (the batman 2022)

edward nash / the riddler — (the batman 2022)

oswald cobb / penguin — (the batman 2022)

julian rush / the scarecrow — (the batman 2022)

selina kyle / catwoman — (the batman 2022)

sofia falcone — (the batman 2022)

jonathan crane / scarecrow — (bale batman verse)

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

jim hopper

steve harrington

edward ‘eddie’ munson

henry creel / vecna

jonathan byers

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧.

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

lucifer

gabriel

gadreel

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

father paul hill — (midnight mass)

arvin eugene russell — (the devil all the time)

v — (v for vendetta)

eric draven — (the crow)

jesse pinkman — (breaking bad)

ellen ripley — (alien franchise)

david 8 — (alien franchise)

william afton — (fnaf movie)

michael schmidt — (fnaf movie)

eddie gluskin — (outlast)

leon kennedy — (resident evil)

lady alcina dimitrescu — (resident evil)

karl heisenberg — (resident evil)

joel miller — (the last of us)

rick grimes — (the walking dead)

daryl dixon — (the walking dead)

joshua washington — (until dawn)

mike munroe — (until dawn)

jim — (28 days later)

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

[slamminslamminmcgill]

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Remote Control Vibrator

Gene Takovic

FTM Chaser

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

Rimmy McGill

Gustavo “Gus” Fring

Meeting GenderNeutral!Reader (SFW)

Brat Taming

Tug of War (Lalo x Reader x Gus)

Obedience Training

Box Cutter

Dubcon/Intox/Degradation

Jesse Pinkman

Psychedelic

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Misery Loves Company

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

Tuco Salamanca

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FTM!Reader

Splash Zone

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Take Control

Lalo x Reader x Howard

Breeding Kink

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Mommy Kink

Nacho Varga

Bear Witness (Lalo x Reader x Nacho) 2

General HCs

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

Butt Stuff

Burning Rage

Breeding Kink

Talking you through anal

Old Man Dick

[flameunquenched]

1, 19 and 30 for the fic writer ask game. :-)

the last sentence you wrote

"One slip will alert the things that lurk in the water. They cannot afford to lose their footing." from the weird little horse thing that popped into my head last night and would not leave me alone until i wrote at least a little of it.

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

okay so i have two for this one. the first one is drug addiction, specifically meth and heroin usage, from when i was writing/roleplaying in the breaking bad fandom. i was primarily writing/roleplaying jesse pinkman so i did a ton of hard researched into the affects on the body from drug additions. the other was horse armor for a long-form novel i have been slowly chipping away at. horse armor is so interesting.

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

do ficlets count? the angbang drabble i wrote a few weeks ago in all of 5 minutes while at work.

thank you!!

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[jessepinkmansdirtybong]

hey i’m ritchie !!

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

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

[supernatural-bias]

can you do anything with jesse being happy please? i'm in pain and i want him to be happy. maybe winter hcs or domestic hcs like doing chores or shopping with him?

• Jesse really hoped no one had a camera lying around right now

• It had taken a whole two hours of you pleading and bribing him to end up where the both of you are now

• Sitting on the floor of his little flat, bows and braids sticking out from Jesse's hair, the both of you withholding very different emotions about the situation you had found yourselves in

• Every now and then when you would go to braid another peice of hair while Jesse flipped through t.v channels, you would accidently pull too hard. Resulting in a loud "yo! bitch!!"

• A grumpy frown stayed on his face the entire time but you knew better than to let him make you think he wasn't enjoying it. You'd come to learn throughout your years as close friends that he enjoyed people playing with his hair. If Jesse considered you close enough to even let you do that of course

• But just because he was enjoying it didn't mean that he wouldn't be difficult. Per usual

A grunt slipped from your lips as Jesse elbowed you in the ribs for the third time that hour. A nice bruise was probably already forming, something you'd complain about later.

In return you had settled for smacking him on the top of the head, snorting at the way he whined at the harsh contact.

"Sit still asshole. If Badger could do it you can too." You huffed. Your hands looped another peice of hair around another, grabbing a rubber band from the pile of colorful ones behind you to tie the thing off.

"He let you braid his hair?" Jesse asked curiously as you snapped the thing in place.

"Yeah. And let me do it without calling me a bitch." You stuck your tounge out at Jesse as he turned to look at you, resulting in a playful punch to the arm. You would have faked being wounded if your fingers were busy mussing up Jesse's hair evily.

"And don't act like you're not having fun anyways. A day off from work and that fucking bastard Walter White so you can watch t.v and eat junk food? A few messy knots is hardly an unfair price to pay." The words flowed from you in a matter of fact manor. Jesse simply rolled his eyes with a barely concealed smile. He knew you were right after all. He just found it fun to poke fun at you.

"Alright alright yo, stop guilt tripping me. But promise you'll let me do your hair after this. Otherwise I'm taking this all out right now. Bitch." His hands fiddled with the graphic tee he was wearing while you contemplatd the offer. Picking at the image that had been ironed onto the front. It was just a few flecks of white and red now, but had used to read Suck My Dick in a glittery font. Christmas gift courtesy of you.

"Fine. But if you rip out any of my hair I'm going to kick you in the balls."

"Deal yo."

[breakingjunkie]

Breaking Bitch Fic Drabble!!

—————

Walt parks inconspicuously and goes inside the lab, he’s surprised to find the door was already unlocked. Cautiously, he continues forward, looking around and seeing nothing at first… then… a red blob in the corner… it just appeared to be a pile of cloth, still, Walter approached it with caution.

He pokes it about three times before it begins… Moving? Walter is about to smack it, when finally, it stands up and the red cloth falls to the floor, revealing a very tired Jesse Pinkman.

“What the hell, Mr.White?!”

“Ah, Jesse, it’s just you.”

“Who did you think it was? The blob?”

“What’re you doing here?”

Jesse looks around for a bit, averting Walt’s eyes, “Don’t worry about it, I was just sleeping, why’re you here?”

“I’d rather not be home.” Walt responds, bluntly.

That’s where it started and if you asked either of them, both would probably say it was a complicated turn of events that led them to where they were… But no one would ask them, because not a soul would ever know of what they would do there that night. Turns out, Jesse had managed to disable the cameras in such a way as to not alert Gus. What it really came down to was the drugs in Jesse’s system and the jar of rum he’d hidden and decided to share with Walt.

There wasn’t much complicated about it, really; they had an odd affliction for each other. Walt always found himself magnetized to Jesse, the universe constantly pulling them together. Sometimes the man swore he knew Jesse better than his own wife… And when she’d told him, with that uncaring tone, that she’d fucked her boss… Well, maybe, in a fucked up way, this felt like some sort of vengeance, even if he’d never speak of it.

Jesse was piss-drunk by the time Walt was towering over him, unzipping his fly, with the palm of his hand resting on the young man’s head. The brunet was biting his lip and looking up at his former teacher, too drunk and high to care about the cock about to go in his mouth.

[shesboundtolose]

five times kissed. (from painmade)

FIVE TIMES DRABBLES | Selectively accepting       ( @painmade )

                                                                 I.

       SEEING HIM AGAIN, IN SUCH A REMOTE PLACE, A PLACE SHE HAD SIMPLY CLOSED HER EYES AND POINTED TO ON A MAP HAD THROWN HER FOR A LOOP. Having all those dormant feelings she held for him once return with a vengeance had done even more to disorient her. She had told him she’d see him again, she did, back before she left him, but after all those years and the radio silence, she stopped believing them herself. But here they are, walking together, catching up little by little, trying to make the best of an awkward situation.

She can’t help but feel the wall that’s between them the entire time. There’s so much to unpack, to say, to put out there, and neither seems willing to begin at that juncture in time. Before she knows it, they’re at her door and she has to get back to the babysitter. His hands are in his pockets, hers are tucked in the crook of her elbows, their eyes don’t meet for a few moments.

‘Guess I’ll see you around.’ There’s a hint of something in his smile that gives Lou some hope, hope she hasn’t felt in a long time. She leans in and kisses his cheek. She smirks the way she used to smirk at him, the one before she confidently but playfully demanded something of him.

‘You better.’

                                                                  II.

       TEDDY HAD GOTTEN IT INTO HIS HEAD THAT THEY WERE ROYALTY. Maybe it was his learning of where his name came from ( American royalty, the Roosevelts ) or he’d read too many kids books or watched too many Disney films. Whatever the cause, Lou is Queen Mama and he is Prince Teddy and they need a king to complete it all, even though Lou insists a king isn’t necessary. Doesn’t matter to the tyke however, so Mr. Jake is properly crowned in their living room, with a blue construction paper hat Teddy had diligently worked on for him. Jesse is a great sport, gracious, kind, as he always has been, and Teddy loves that he goes along with his scheme. The child brings the king and queen’s hands together and grins at the pair, his own little crown sliding down his forehead.

‘Kiss ‘er hand! That’s what they do– Kings kiss the queen’s hand!’

Lou groans, flushed a bit at her particularly blunt child, preapres to shake her head and gently reprimand him when Jesse lifts her hand to his lips. It’s quick, just a tiny soft peck to her knuckles and the boys laugh, the older chasing the younger away with the threat of tickles.

                                                                  III.

       CHRISTMAS. Their first since their former lives became just that. Lou wants nothing more than to make it the best of Teddy’s young life, but she has her doubts. Jesse, on the other hand, doesn’t, even offers to dress as Santa if she wants him to. She keeps that in her back pocket as they decide to do a little Christmas Eve hangout at his place, complete with home-baked ( and Teddy-decorated ) cookies and hand-crafted gifts.

It isn’t long after their arrival that the child inquires about mistletoe, something he’d picked up the previous year when Gertie chased him around and gave him smooches on his little cheeks while hanging the plant over his head. Lou hadn’t accounted for that and before she can explain, Jesse is already awkwardly laughing and nodding, producing the mistletoe to show her son. Teddy grins, asks him if he knows what he has to do, and as the man affirmatively answers with another chuckle, the kid giggles and runs to the living room, leaving the adults alone. Lou apologizes, meeting Jesse’s eyes, shaking her head and trying to explain. Jesse simply brushes it off, mentioned something about tradition, and holds the mistletoe up. There is a very pregnant pause in the slowly closing foot or so of space between them—- They haven’t discussed their prior relationship, haven’t really acted on any potential feelings there, and for a moment, Lou worries what this simple, innocent kiss could do to them.

But then… There is pure impulse and acting on what has always been between them. Lou takes initiative and swoops in, full lips on Jesse’s. It is brief, sweet, but incomplete, so they kiss again, and then once more, longer this time, somewhat desperate, Lou’s hand had just molded to the side of Jesse’s face when a loud THUD comes from the living room. Her motherly instincts pull her away and she hurries to the living room to make sure Teddy is okay.

                                                                IV.

       ‘YOU SAID I WAS JUST A FRIEND.’

She’s drunk for the first time in years, since before Alaska, before her life went to hell, before Teddy even. She’d been so good about it, hadn’t had much of a drop of alcohol in so long that she’d forgotten how it tasted, that it went right to her head this time around.

Jesse kneels beside her, clearly confused and, frankly, sad. She hates that look, she’s always hated making him sad. Now, she disappoints him, she knows she does. He leads AA meetings, he’s a sponsor, and here she is, wrecking her sobriety, because she couldn’t handle one word.

His hands brushes her hair back, wiping some tears from her cheeks. He offers to bring her to bed because she needs to sleep this off, she’ll be clear-headed in the morning. She makes him promise that he’ll stay. Her fingers curl in his shirt. He repeats that he’ll stay, but she doesn’t really believe him

‘You said I was just a friend.’

She tests him with a kiss, chaste and sweet at first, but then another that’s not; it’s needier and more persistent. She gets a bit of the reaction she wants, whispers that she wants him to stay, but there’s a different meaning behind it. He reiterates that he will, but makes it clear, even though he presses just one last quick kiss to her lips and then her forehead, things will not go where she wants them to. Lou surrenders, takes his assistance out of her chair, and lets him lead her to her room.

                                                      V.

       SHE TRIES NOT TO STARE. A difficult feat because there’s so much to see, so much evidence of the torture Jesse had endured. Lou can’t help but tear up as he yanks his shirt on, covering himself quickly, hiding away the reasons he wouldn’t get close to her again. His expression twists and changes. She reads embarrassment, shame, anger, and then… Pure agony. Lou sits beside him, reaching for his hand, hesitating, but then changes course, palm pressed to his chin, fingers on his cheek, gently trying to lead his gaze back to her.

He begins explaining, the words don’t come easy, but she assures him she’s there, she’s listening, and she’s not leaving. Jesse tells her the things he’s done, the things he endured, and it takes all the strength she has not to openly sob at his story. He can’t look at her when all she wants to do his meet his eyes, show him that she’s there, she hears him, and she’s so, so sorry.

The first words out of her mouth are an apology— Sorry for all he’s gone through, but also, the true, real apology for leaving him. He seems to pick up on her guilt and when those blue eyes finally meet hers, she apologizes again. He starts to brush her off, explain his distance, and she shakes her head, leaning in, kissing his cheek, then his lips, lingering there.

‘It’s okay. It’s okay, Jesse. I still love you. I’ll always love you.’

[kissingrhi]

masterlist

♞ = smut ♛ = angst ♚ = fluff

‣ stranger things

› eddie munson comforting you when you’re anxious ♚

› imessage games with eddie munson ♚

› eddie munson going down on you ♞

› mirror sex with robin buckley ♞

‣ breaking bad

› one more, jesse pinkman ♞

› safe haven, jesse pinkman ♛

› hurt/comfort, jesse pinkman ♛♚

› just "friends" (that makeout every so often), jesse pinkman ♚

› insivible string, jesse pinkman ♚

‣ better call saul

› unreadable, lalo salamanca ♚

› fuel, lalo salamanca & nacho varga ♚

› jealous lalo salamanca headcanons ♚♞

› howard hamlin + an s/o soothed by his voice ♚

› jimmy mcgill headcanons ♚

› jealous gus fring headcanons ♚♞

› sub jimmy mcgill headcanons ♞

› the heart will not stop, lalo + nacho ♛♚

› howard hamlin + neck kisses ♞♚

› kim wexler headcanons ♚♞

› misc. bcs headcanons ♚

› seaweed, nacho varga ♚

› filthy, jimmy mcgill ♞

› nacho varga + reader with feminine style ♚

› employer, kim wexler ♞

‣ baseketball

› doug remer + size kink ♞

› touchy doug remer ♚

› joe cooper + hand holding ♚

› doug remer + goofy dirty talk ♞

› aftershocks, doug remer ♞

› beach day, joe cooper ♞

› joe cooper + loss of a family member ♚♛

‣ succession

› roman roy drabble ♚

› character matchups (1), (2)

› roman roy + pillow fucking ♞

› roman roy intimacy study ♛♞

‣ five nights at freddy's

› william afton/steve raglan + dirty talk ♞

› william afton/steve raglan + edging/knifeplay ♞

› william afton/steve raglan + making reader feel exposed ♞

[niki-phoria]

pairing: jesse pinkman x male!reader genre: fluff word count: 418

a/n: i've been rewatching breaking bad again and i need more jesse x male reader fluff so enjoy

“no!” 

“yes!” you cheer, throwing the controller to the side to celebrate your victory. jesse dramatically sighs next to you, sliding to lay sideways on your couch. he covers his face with his hands, peeking through his fingers and smiling at you. you’re oblivious to it, still high on the excitement of winning. you kneel down next to him, pulling him to sit up. you move to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “i win.” 

“you did,” jesse smiles, hands gently holding your hips. you pull back when he leans up, smiling at his small whine. 

“what’s my prize?” 

“will a kiss suffice, my prince?” jesse playfully raises an eyebrow. you bite back a smile, pretending to debate it for a minute. 

“hm, a prince deserves more than a just one kiss, don’t you agree?” jesse’s hands move underneath your shirt, gently rubbing against your bare skin. you hope he doesn’t notice how the feeling makes you shiver. 

“how about… i give you a kiss, and i make us breakfast?” 

“you do make great eggs,” you sigh, moving your hand to cup jesse’s cheek. “i guess i can accept.”

jesse smiles, finally pulling you down into a sweet kiss. you lean down to kiss him again before he shifts to push you down onto the couch. he pulls back with a sweet smile before his hands gently tickle your sides, making your flinch and laugh, pushing his hands away. “good. now, let me go make my great eggs.” 

you’re quick to follow after him, leaning the counter as you watch him prepare breakfast. it feels so intimate to watch him do something so mundane, consciously cracking enough eggs for two portions and separating the two so your omelet doesn’t have green bell peppers. 

jesse stands over the stove, carefully flipping the eggs so they don’t burn. you can’t help yourself, quietly making your way over to wrap your arms around his waist, leaning against his back. he jumps a little before chuckling, turning the burner down and turning around to face you. he gently pushes you back against the counter before pulling you into another kiss. he presses his forehead against yours when he pulls away, looking down at you with a lovestruck smile. 

“what?” you laugh. 

“i’m so in love with you,” he smiles. 

you fake groan, hiding your face into his chest. “don’t get all sappy on me.” 

jesse laughs, wrapping his arms around you. “you love sappy.” 

“only from you,” you hum. 

[makebelievetimeformymind]

Breaking Bad’s Master List

Drabs/ One-shots

Left Hanging -- Pinkman, Avah: OFC

Bad Boys -- Pinkman, Avah: OFC  Prompt

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