#jimmy mcgill x teen!reader

[rnebbie]

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"

Requested by: anonymous

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

(A/n): omg is this the first thing I’ve written that isn’t marvel related :0 well when I was littler, like thirteen or something I wrote the walking dead stuff LOL but we do not talk about that. Anyways sorry This is so short! I literally started writing it immediately after I read the request in my ask box so it’s only been like an hour in the working but it got me writing so wtv… anon I hope it lives up to ur expectations thank U SO MYCH FOR THIS AND PLEASE SEND ME MORE. NO KIDDING SEND ME LIEK FIFTEEN AT A TIME. ACTUALLY PLZ YOURE DOING ME A FAVOR LMFAOOO also if ur in my usual Taglist read the afternotes I put after the fic <3

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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