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nyasbae · 2 years ago

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found family

pairings: platonic!jesse pinkman x fem!reader

summary: you lose your sister, Jane, to overdose and her druggie boyfriend takes you under his wing.

a/n: this is my first imagine ever so it sucks but I need to practice my writing lol

warnings: death (overdose), drug mentions&usage, probably a lot of typos…

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“Jane! Jane- no, please!–“ your desperate cries were futile as your sister’s body laid unconscious in your arms. Puke splattered around face sticking to her hair. Sweat dripping down from her forehead, and the discoloring in her face making her almost unrecognizable.

You’d only ever imagined this scenario in your nightmares, you never thought it’d happen.

You had been living with her for a few years now. Spending all your tween years under her custody, you were now fifteen. Jane had become more like an actual parents than your real ones. She helped you with your homework, cooked meals for you, you talked about boys, she kept you away from boys. You had such an idealistic relationship, and now it was all gone. You had come home from school to find the two of them in bed. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight before you.

You had stayed like this for a long time, trying every method you knew of to wake her up – but she was dead. The man next to you, Jane’s tenant, dealer or boyfriend… you weren’t sure. Though, it didn’t matter now. Jane was dead and it was his fault. As far as you knew, she was getting better. But then he came and dragged her right back to the bottom.

“What is wrong with you!” You screamed at him, refusing to let go of her. He stood beside the bed with that same, frozen look he’d had ever since you found them. Not moving, not talking.

“You killed her! You killed my sister, you crazy fucking bitch- fuck you!” Eyes swollen from all the crying. “Jane.” You said finally. Words mushing together with your face pressed against her chest. You wailed like a toddler not getting her way. You eventually got up, your cold gaze meeting his. You noticed his tired, red eyes. And for a split second, you felt bad for him. But the feeling left as quickly as it came.

Jesse wasn’t sure what to do in this situation, still mourning this loss of his girlfriend. Just like you, he had loved her. He loved her more than anything else in this world. So he could do nothing but stand there when the love of his life’s little sister repeatedly hit him in the chest, yelling cruel obscenities.

You eventually grew tired of yelling, your throat becoming sore and your eyes began to try out. Your mind felt fuzzy as you stopped your fit as you suddenly collapsed in his chest. He acted quickly, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry.” Was all he said. The two of you stayed like that for a while before you left the house. It was late at night by now, but you couldn’t sleep in the same house as her. Though, you couldn’t really sleep anyway.

It had been a few weeks since your sister’s death and you were a complete mess. Jesse had offered you’d stayed with him and you hesitantly agreed, not having anywhere else to go. You insisted on sleeping in the living room, though. You simply couldn’t bare to be in the same room, the same bed, she’d died.

“No, dad I’m not going to live with you— don’t act like you care–“ Jesse lay in bed listening to you talking on the phone. He couldn’t properly explain it, but he felt somehow responsible for you after Jane’s death, knowing you were her younger sister. And though he was still coping with her death, he knew about you guys’ relationship with your dad and therefor he knew Jane wanted him to take care of you. “—I don’t know, I’ll figure it out!”.

He sighed as he realized you’d finally hung up, you’d been at this for what felt like hours – arguing in circles, going nowhere. He heard you shuffling through his stuff and he got up to see what you were doing, following the noise.

The two of you didn’t communicate a lot; he had his drug business (which you didn’t know about) and you had school. He’d order some kind of Uber eats and you’d eat it in silence. But you did know something was up. His expensive clothes, seemingly endless drug supply, suspicious phone calls and money made you think.

Currently, you were on the floor, rummaging through his stash, looking for some kind of stimulants. Something to make you forget about your life and make you feel good again. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back while simultaneously ripping to box away from you.

“What the fuck are you doing– are you insane?!” Jesse yelled at you, now kneeling in front of you with both his hands gripped tightly onto your shoulders. His wide, bloodshot eyes forming a manic expression. “Hey, stop! It’s none of your busi–“

“None of my business?— it’s my fucking drugs! You’re what 15? You’re not touching none of this!” His anger died down instantly, replaced by a look of pity. He moved his hands from your shoulders to your hands and held them firmly. You looked away, struggling to maintain your stone cold expression as your lower lip began to quiver with emotion. The yelling died down and you were once again back in the position you were in two months ago.

“Promise m– hey! Hey, look at me!” He said desperately, his eyes searching for yours. You reluctantly look at him with tears swelling in your eyes. “Promise me you’ll never do this again, ok?”

Another month passed by and the two of you were getting closer, finding out you had more in common than you thought. You were super into comics and he liked drawing comic characters. You played a lot of games together (mario kart/run, fall guys, cod). And you bonded over Jane’s death together, understanding each others pain.

“Hey, can you ready the batter? I’ll cook it and set the table.” Jesse said, pouring some margarine in the pan. Rays of sunlight were shining through the blinds and the sound of birds chattering could be heard. You’d heard the phrases “better days are coming” and “there is a light at the end of the tunnel” continuously for the past year, but you never actually believed it. Now that summertime was nearing you were actually starting to feel better about your life.

You took a second to take it all in, how much better your life had finally turned around. He slapped you in the back of your head lightly, bringing you out of your trance. “Yo, anyone in there? Earth to ___!” You laughed in response, slapping him with your apron.

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evewritingsteve · 2 years ago

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wrong place, wrong time

jesse pinkman x reader warnings: kidnapping, normal breaking bad stuff

summary: You are Lydia's daughter, and just so happen to be kidnapped by Mike. Takes place in the episode before they do the train heist

note: not my best but i needed to get this concept out of my head, enjoy xx

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“Well Lydia, we’ve got the kid so I suggest you come out of hiding and talk this out like the adults we are. You got 4 hours to get over here or little miss y/n gets to meet an unpleasant end. Your choice.” You hear the man hang up the phone, sighing a little. “Well y/n, let’s hope your mother has a little empathy for her secret daughter.”

You’d reply, and say you weren’t really a secret, just the result of a teen pregnancy, but the gag in your mouth unfortunately stifled any smart remarks. Maybe it was for the best, you didn’t have the best danger meter. Opening your mouth would probably get you hurt.

But you weren’t hurt, surprisingly, despite the circumstances. Being kidnapped automatically brought your brain to violence, but so far, they hadn’t been overly rough. Certainly not nice, but no harm had been done. You thanked whoever was listening for that. You were hoping this was all for ransom, that your mom would pay, you’d walk out of this fine, and this whole thing would be a terrific story to take back to graduate school.

Hopefully.

You were bound to a chair, rope chafing your arms and legs. You wiggled again, hoping for some give. From what you gathered about the kidnappers, they were old as shit. One sounded too anxious and the other just sounded annoyed. At first you had been terrified, but as the adrenaline wore off you felt yourself growing more annoyed than anything.

You’d been in the chair for hours, and the phone call the first man made was one of the first times you had heard them speak in hours. You were bored. You’d think being kidnapped would be more action and less anxious waiting. Not that you were complaining.

You hear a door open and steps making their way closer.

“Yo who the fuck is this?” A younger male voice cuts through the silence.

Another one? Jesus.

“Change of plans,” the annoyed older man speaks and you desperately try to see through the cloth covering your eyes. “Can’t find Lydia but her daughter was there so now here we are.”

“Her daughter? What yo we’re fucking kidnapping random people now?”

“Jessie!” The anxious one yells and the room goes silent.

“Both of you, outside, now.”

So the younger one was Jessie. You definitely weren’t supposed to know that. You hear them leave and somehow the silence is scarier now than when they were in the room. You close your eyes. God mom, you better have a ransom money stash.

“What the hell was that? Saying Jessie’s name? You’re going to get us caught Walter!” Mike jabs his finger into Walt’s chest, fuming.

“I didn’t ask to kidnap an innocent college student Mike! This- this is insane! What are we doing?”

“Yeah what are we doing?” Jessie throws his hands up, still clueless.

“Lydia planted that tracker on the methylamine. When I went to her house to have a little talk Lydia was gone. She knew I was onto her and decided to run, but her daughter just so happened to be there. I’ve dealt with Lydia before. She’s skittish. So we take her daughter to get her to come talk to us so we can put an end to this ordeal.”

“So what, this chick is our hostage now or what?”

“Yes Jesse. As soon as Lydia gets here we’ll cut her loose and deal with the real problem. The kid is just collateral that we have to deal with now. As long as she doesn’t see our faces this doesn’t have to end with anybody’s death but Lydia’s. Capisce?”

“Fuck. Alright I guess.” Jessie puts his hands on his head, following Mike when he gestures for them to go back in.

When they open the door, they all stop. Lydia was already there, undoing the last rope holding you to the chair. You both stop and look up when you hear the door, slightly panicked.

So much for the blind.

“Mike what the hell? My daughter?” Lydia stands, helping you do the same. Your eyes are wide as you scan the 3 men’s faces, growing more confused by the minute. Your mom knew these people? What the fuck is she involved with?

The one that you’re going to assume is Mike, makes his way over to your mom, grabbing her arm and throwing her on to the chair you were previously occupying, dragging her and the chair to a nearby table. You jump out of the way, Mike ignoring your mom’s protests, pulling out handcuffs and locking her to the table.

“You,” He points at you, grabbing the gun on his waistband, “Stand next to her and don’t move or I swear it’ll be your last.”

You make your way over, giving your mom a questioning and slightly terrified look.

“Jesus Lydia you just had to make this harder on me.”

“Mike we can talk this out but let my daughter go. I didn’t plant that tracker, I swear to God, she knows nothing of this just please, let her leave.”

“Mom-”

“She’s seen our faces, Mike, we can’t just let her go with that information!” The other older man speaks up. The younger one puts his head in his hands. It seemed clear to you that he was dragged into this, and for some reason that put you at ease a bit. They all begin to argue with each other, and you glance at your mom again.

“She’ll get on a plane right now.”

They all pause.

“She’s doing graduate school abroad, she can get on a plane right now and be out of the country in a few hours. Please Mike, she barely knows anything right now, definitely not enough to put you guys away. Just, please Mike.”

“Mom I can’t leave yo-”

“Shut up Lydia.” Mike thinks for a while. He didn’t want to kill you. He saw his granddaughter in you and knows he would never forgive himself if he had to kill you to save himself. It was risky, but something told him you really wouldn’t say anything.

“Alright Lydia. We’ll take her to the airport. But you need to understand one thing,” he turns to you, “I have people everywhere y/n. The second you open your mouth, I’ll know. And then it’s game over for you and everyone you love.”

You think of your little sister and suddenly realize you’re going to have to take this to the grave. Not that you even knew the entire story, it felt like you walked into the middle of a show and missed all the important parts. But still. Silence was the only answer.

You simply nod your head in response.

“Jessie, I would like you to take this young lady to the airport, buy yourself a ticket so you can wait at the gate with her and make sure she gets on the plane. Come back here after. Lydia, you’re gonna make a little call for us.” Mike tosses Jessie the keys, along with a pair of handcuffs.

“Are these for her?” He gestures to the handcuffs and then to me. If it weren’t for the situation at hand, you might have blushed.

Mike gives him a look and Jessie almost rolls his eyes. “Alright man shit.”

He makes his way over to you, mumbling an apology that confuses you even more. It seemed like Mike was the only serious one here, the other two almost acted like they were hostages too. You feel the handcuffs tighten, and you give your mom a final glance.

“Mom?”

“It’ll be okay I’ll call okay?” A pit sits in your stomach at the expression on her face, so you try to give her a small smile, not trusting your voice. You really hope she didn’t get herself into something she can’t control. Jessie gives you a small nudge and you can’t fight the tears that fill your eyes.

Once you’re in the car, Jesse says something about the handcuffs looking suspicious and takes them off. You grab at your wrists and flinch as the car is locked from the inside. At this point reality was setting in hard. Now that your safety seemed more or less intact, you were nauseous over the thought of your mom still down there for God knows what.

The car starts moving and your breathing becomes shallow. Jesse takes notice and steals a glance at you.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright okay?” It didn’t even sound like he believed his own words.

“What the fuck.” Is all you can reply. “What the actual fuck?” You laugh a little, about to go into hysterics over the entire thing.

Jessie looks at you, even more concerned. He had been through some shit and the only time he laughed was when he was really about to lose it. You're trying to control your breathing, and he feels bad, but he can’t help but notice how pretty you are. He can’t believe that you somehow got wrapped into this. It didn’t seem right. He feels horrible.

At this point you're no longer laughing, just sniffling and trying to stop yourself from sobbing.

“What are they going to do to my mom?” You look at Jessie. You were never close with your mom, she was distant and cold but always provided for you. She was your mom at the end of the day. Despite being in boarding schools most of your childhood, she was always there when you came home to visit. She couldn’t just be taken from you like that. “What about my sister? What will she do?”

“You have a sister?” He sounds surprised. You faintly wonder if you should just shut your mouth, and not volunteer anymore information, but some part of you feels like Jessie isn’t going to use this information maliciously. Still, you don’t respond.

“Listen, I promise nothing will happen to your mom.”

“How can you possibly promise that?”

He goes silent and you realize that he probably can’t make that promise.

The rest of the car ride is silent and you spend some of it observing him. He seems almost shy, despite the rough exterior and style he possesses. For a split second, you wonder if, in different circumstances, you two would have crossed paths and been friends. Maybe flirted. The reasonable part of your brain stomps that out, and politely reminds you that he was somehow involved in your kidnapping.

The car rolls to a stop at the drop off spot. Once again, you’re confused.

“Don’t you have to come in with me? You can’t park here.”

He looks at you, slightly startled. He half expected you to jump out of the car and run to the nearest security guard. He spent half the ride preparing for his life to be over because of the pretty daughter of a criminal. “Oh, uh, I guess I didn’t think of that.”

You stare at him for a beat.

“I won’t run to tell anyone. Honestly getting out of America as soon as I can sounds nice right now for what it’s worth.”

He turns in the driver's seat, fully looking at you for the first time.

“I know.”

“You believe me?”

“I’m a shit kidnapper huh?”

Despite the situation, you find yourself laughing a little.

“Sort of.”

You both sit for a minute until he raises a hand to scratch his head sheepishly. “Look uh, you can just go. I think it’ll be weird if I buy a ticket and don’t get on the plane.”

You looked at him, shocked that he was actually agreeing to let you go.

“Oh, okay,” you go to open the door, pausing to look at him one last time. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a real bad guy. It just seems like you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” You give him a small smile, leaving without waiting for a response.

You run across the street, nearly missing an impatient car. You feel like you’re on autopilot as you step through the automatic doors, trying to find the nearest help desk to book a flight. Your brain was in override, trying to make sense of everything that happened. You only hoped that once you landed, your mom would answer the phone and everything would be okay.

You almost gave in when you saw a security personnel walking by, but thought of Jessie. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew going to the authorities would somehow cause more harm than good. You only hoped that Jessie’s sincerity was real.

Jessie watched as you ran to the doors, seeming more dazed than scared like he imagined you should be. He didn’t understand your final words to him, he was implicated in your fucking kidnapping for fucks sake. But there you were, saying that he wasn’t a bad guy. A car honked behind him, pulling him from his thoughts. He put the car in gear, making his way back to the shitshow he really didn’t want a part of.

He picks his phone up when he hears the familiar ringtone.

“Yo.”

“Jessie, is she gone?”

“Yeah, we’re good. What’s going on?”

“We have to rob a train.”

Oh fuck.

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My kid. (Request)

Jesse pinkman x teen!reader, Jesse pinkman x platonic!reader, Jesse pinkman x sister!reader.

Request description: Can i get a Jesse pinkman x platonic teen reader where the reader is like a little sister to him and something bad/dangerous is going down so he has to bring her with him to make sure shes safe and she meets Walt. I just think it would be hilarous to see Walt just like 😐??? "Who tf is this"

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Warnings: mention of parent neglect/abuse but nothing vulgar!!! I think that’s all lmk if I’m incorrect

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You and Jesse had met five years ago when you were eleven. When you were trying to steal food for yourself, Jesse caught you before anyone else did. He just bought it for you and took you outside to talk to you while you ate the legal food. Now, you’re sixteen and in the past few years, you and Jesse have only grown closer. He immediately showed you what a comforting place he could be and immediately told you how you could always fall back on him if you needed to. And you being a kid, in dire need of attention, believed him.

You’re an only child, so you never had anyone there to really take care of you. Especially since you’d made it clear to Jesse the first night you met, the real reason you needed to steal that food. The neglect and abuse from your parents that only became more prominent as the years went on. And Jesse felt like he could be the one to take care of you, as best he could at least. Especially since 1. He loves children, and 2. He always wished he’d had someone like that growing up. It’s not easy to grow up feeling unheard and unloved.

You often go over to his house after school. Either he picks you up, or some days you ride the bus home and usually choose to walk to Jesse’s and show up unexpectedly. But he always makes you feel at home either way. His house is your second home, that’s what your parents and Jesse referred to it as. Well, that was before you started crying in front of him and told him about how much you wished it was your first home. How much you wish you didn’t have to deal with the shit at home anymore, and Jesse wishes he didn’t understand.

Today was one of the days when you’d called Jesse earlier in the day and asked him if you’d be able to come over. He agreed immediately and offered to pick you up like he usually does. Everything seemed normal until it was twenty past 2:00 and Jesse was nowhere to be seen.

Sometimes he could be late, sometimes he was waiting outside for you when you’d walked out of school. But he’d never been this late. Your first instinct was to be worried instead of mad. You pulled your phone out of your pocket at 2:35, when you were one of the last kids in the parking lot, aside from most of the kids waiting for their practice to start or something. And the couple of loiterers.

He picked up after two rings, “hey y/n I’m on my way. Stuck in traffic. Sorry.” He said, but he sounded seriously out of breath. “Did you just get back from a run?” You asked, knowing he doesn’t run. Just poking fun.

Jesse laughed a little on the other line and just said he would be there soon. Low and behold, he speedily arrived five minutes later. He pulled into the parking space right in front of where you were standing.

“Bye Flynn,” You smile next to you to the boy who was waiting with you. A boy you’ve become quite fond of, but you’d never admit it to anyone.

You open the passenger door and sling your backpack in, under your feet. “Who’s that?” Jesse asks, pointing to the boy slowly making his way back to his car.

“Oh, that?” You ask, probably a little too oblivious for Jesse’s liking, since he’s pretty much an overgrown teenager and knows all the tactics there are. “Yeah, that.” He asks, nodding his head aggressively, leaning over to get a better look at the boy.

“That’s my friend Flynn.” You say while buckling your seatbelt and looking down at your lap. “Huh. Flynn’s got a sweet ride.” Jesse says, watching as Flynn gets into his car. You nod, looking over at him.

“You like h-“ Jesse starts, but you’re not in the mood to lie or have a conversation about Flynn. There’s bigger fish to fry. “Jesse, Where were you? Why were you late, are you okay?” You ask, finally making eye contact.

Jesse nods, “yeah. Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. But uh, I think I need to stop by my work. I left something. And then we could go grab dinner, then I’ll bring you home.” Jesse says, smiling a phony smile. You narrow your eyes.

“We’re not going back to your house?” You ask, trying to read his eyes. He shakes his head, “well, I just thought you’d like to do something different this time. I know I’d like to switch it up.” He said, taking the car out of park to pull out.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” You say quietly, looking out the window. A minute or two later he turns up the CD player when one of his favorite TwaüghtHammër songs starts playing. He sings along, Fallacies, Fallacies, Fallacies, Fallacies.

Once he pulls up to the laundromat you see a bald-headed man standing next to his parked car. He seems like he’d only arrived a few moments prior. But it still seems like an odd situation.

You glance over at Jesse and he glances at you and smiles softly. He pulls into a parking spot a few feet away from the man and shuts the car off. The bald man is out your window, and you eye each other for a moment. Immediately feeling something off about him.

“Stay here,” Jesse glances at you quickly before quickly hopping out of his car and walking to the passenger side near where the man is standing.

“Hey,” Jesse starts as he walks up to Walt, attempting to block you from his vision, a failed attempt. “Who’s that?” Walter asks immediately, pointing right at you.

Jesse scratches his neck and turns around, catching your eye as if attempting to look oblivious. “Oh, that? She’s- that’s just-“ he starts, but Walt’s hateful tone cuts him off, “you brought a prostitute to work?! What are you-“ Walt starts spitting, but Jesse narrows his eyes and waves his hands in front of Walt’s face, immediately blabbering and stuttering in shock.

“No! No, she’s not a prostitute, man! She’s fifteen.” He shivers, his disgusted face turns around and meets yours of confusion. And your innocent frame, your beat-up high school sweatshirt, and hair pulled back messily. And the healing bruise on your face, the indication that you HAD been beat up, by either school bullies you’d mentioned to Jesse in passing or by your parents. But you’d refused to tell him which. At least it was mostly healed by now. He doesn’t know how Walt thinks you resemble anything of a sex symbol, because you’re just a kid to him.

More like his kid.

“That’s… that’s my… my…” Jesse looks for the words but doesn’t really know what to call you. You’re not his sister, technically. You’re not his friend, you’re more than a friend. You’re like family to him, but he didn’t want to say that and make it come off weird to Walt.

That’s when you decide to make the first move. You unbuckle your seatbelt and step over your backpack while opening the passenger door.

“I’m y/n.” You say, holding your hand out for Walt to shake it. He just looks down out it, then back up at you, raising an eyebrow, then turning to Jesse.

“My kid,” Jesse says, leaning into you slightly and smiling. He’s referred to you like that in front of people before, and it worked for both of you. Like when he’d referred to you as his kid at a school play you were in and Jesse showed up at, and you’d called him your ‘grown-up’. Now it’s just your thing.

“What? So it’s bring your child to work day? Well, you should’ve let me know. I’m sure my newborn daughter would’ve loved to see what we do here.” Walt says, rolling his eyes and walking into the laundromat.

Jesse slowly looks back at you before gesturing for you to follow him. “She’s- she’s not gonna tell anyone, or jeopardize our business or anything. She’s trustworthy.” He defends your honor.

“Has she ever been exposed to something this big before? How do you know she won’t go tell anyone?” Walt says as he enters the elevator behind some big washing machine. You and Jesse follow him.

“Hey man-“ Jesse starts in a voice that anyone who knows him could recognize as an argumentative tone coming on.

“I don’t have anyone to tell.” You say, quietly but matter-of-factly as the elevator doors close. You don’t break eye contact with Walt, staring up at him blankly and he looks down at you mirroring the same expression. All the while Jesse looks at you worryingly.

Walt turns away. “This isn’t a therapy session.” He says quietly. You fight the urge to smile because it was a kinda funny roast. So you avoid eye contact with Jesse because you don’t know how he’s feeling about this entire situation.

When the elevator doors open, and after a long hallway and a big metal door, you see Jesses workplace. Walking over this small platform above everything where you have a clear view of everything, and down a spiral staircase where you’re in it.

As your eyes scan everything, you hear Walt and Jesse quietly whispering behind you. But you can make out some things.

Jesse whispers, “I think they bugged my house,” to Walt.

You narrow your eyes, everything hitting you. Jesses weird behavior and all his money and fear and sudden anxiety and outbursts. Amongst other things

“Jesse…” you start, looking around the lab, your back to him.

“So, yeah. We- um. We work down here and make new laundry detergent and stuff for the people upstairs. But it can be very toxic so…” Jesse says. You turn around and meet his eyes as he rubs the back of his neck.

“You… cook meth?” Your brows furrowed. You can’t understand why he would want to do this. But, you guess it explains all the money.

Jesse immediately and loudly stammers. But Walt just nods his head, pressing his lips together. “Smart kid you’ve got on your hands. Would hate to have something happen to her.” He says, you immediately sport a baffled look, but you figure he’s bluffing.

“Hey, asshole. That’s my kid. You don’t-“ Jesse starts, once again loudly. But Walt cuts him off, “and I won’t have to, not unless she shared any aspects of our work here.” He says.

“I don’t have anyone to tell, man. I just told you that five minutes ago. Jesse, your partner got short-term memory loss or something,” you look back and forth from Jesse to Walter.

Walt nods slowly. He mutters something quickly sounding like, “maybe we could legally bound her to silence or something, maybe Saul will know.” He starts to walk away as he pulls out his phone, but you interrupt his typing.

You point to Walt’s phone and narrow your eyes, “That’s my uncle,” you say unbelievably. Jesse and Walt freeze in their tracks, glancing up at you. “What?” Jesse asks, looking down at Walt’s phone, and then back to you.

“‘Saul Goodman’? Yeah, my uncle. Well, not by blood, but he worked with my dad or something. And his names actually Jim or James or something. I called him uncle jimmy when I was little.” You say, looking between the two of them. Jesse makes a face that says he’s about to go on a confused rant, but Walt cuts it off before it starts, “huh. You learn something new every day.” Then he pressed the call button on his phone and stares at you while it rings.

“Saul? We’ve got a situation. But we’ve also got your niece here so let’s keep that in mind.” Walt says, smiling shortly at you, and putting his phone on speaker.

“Niece? What, my niece? I don’t have a-“ Jimmy says. You forgot how his voice sounded.

“Hi, uncle jimmy. It’s y/n.” You say softly, staring at Walt’s phone.

“Y/n l/n!? No kidding! How are you, kid!?” He starts, But Walt cuts him off, taking his phone off of speaker and turning to walk up the red wire spiral staircase and walking out of the lab to continue his conversation with Saul on the phone.

Jesse shakes his head, before walking the few short steps beside where you're leaning on one of the counters, “so, what’d you think of him?” Jesse said, looking down at you.

You take a deep breath, “I think your partners an asshole,” you say jokingly, glancing up at him.

“Hey! Language.” He laughs, pushing you slightly. Knowing how much force to use before he could actually hurt you. You both laugh,

“Yeah, okay. King of ‘bitch!’” You say playfully.

“‘King of bitch’? What is that supposed to mean?”

“What, you didn’t think I heard your voicemail every time you missed my calls? When I was like, what, twelve? “Yo yo yo, 148-3 to the 3 to the 6 to the 9, representing the ABQ, what up, biatch?!” It still plays in my head when I can't fall asleep!” Jesse would reprimand you for cursing a second time but he’s too busy laughing.

“God, please don’t be like me when you’re older, kid.” He laughs.

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