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icabrth · 9 months

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beautiful things don’t ask for attention

pairings: walter junior x fem!reader

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warnings: ableism? bullying?😣 swearing..

a/n: this was requested. It’s kinda short, but I hope it’s okay lol.

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The two of you met on your first year of high school. Though you were both freshmen you were on complete opposite side of the spectrum; you were popular and well-liked amongst the crowds, while he was a disabled, stuttering loser with crutches. No one would’ve ever expected you to get together, let alone associate with one another – but you weren’t superficial like you your friends.

You had never seen him outside of school, you would sometimes see him hanging out with his friends by the bleachers or walking around the yard. From time, you would catch some jocks picking on him, and you’d say something. Every time you did, he looked surprised. Like he hadn’t expected you to stand up for him, even on the third time that you did it.

One day, you and Junior were put together for an english assignment. He invited you over to his house to study, and you agreed. You got along great, and at the same time you became acquainted with his buzzard family. There was always something going on with them.

You were working on the project together in his room, discussing different topics you could go over. It was the weekend, so you had spent most of your day at his house. It was getting late now, but you didn’t notice. One thing you realized whilst working with him is that Junior was a lot more talkative with people he felt comfortable around.

“Right? But then he tuh-turns out to be a cop!” He exclaimed, recalling to you that time he and his friends tried to get strangers to buy them liquor.

“What! Are you fucking serious?” You laughed, collapsing in his bed beside his sitting form. “H-how do you recover from that!”. He peered down at you, inspecting your every feature. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why you hung out with him. The simple act of being seen with him in public was social suicide, and you had so much to lose–

“Walter what the fuck are you doing! Jesus Christ!” His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his mother, screaming at his father. He was used to this. In fact, so used to it that he was about to go straight back to his thoughts, but this was fairly new to you. “Shit, you think we should check on them or something?” You asked, sitting up straight with an anxious expression. Even with your eyebrows furrowed you still looked so beautiful, flawless.

“No, no it’s okay– they do this all the time,” he attempted a chuckle. Part of him wanted to laugh, part of him wanted to cry. It came out as kind of a mixture. You put your hand on his thigh, but didn’t say anything. You figured this was humiliating enough as it was.

But that was a few ago – right now you had joined him and his family find him a new pair of jeans. Junior originally didn’t want you to come; he was embarrassed to be going with his family in the first place, but you insisted. He agreed but not before warning you about their overprotective nature.

“It’s alright, Junior. I get it. My parents are protective too!” You assured him, but he sighed. “No, uh.. they’re just a little much because of… y-you know-“ he tried to explain, motioning to his body. You looked at him as he avoided eye contact. “Oh..” you said, not knowing exactly what to say.

You had taken notice to his disability, but you didn’t stop there. You also noticed the way his smile was slightly crooked, his generosity towards you, his unmatched humor and so many other things. It upset you to think about how something so external could define his entire being, and there was nothing to do about it.

You were looking at different pairs in another section, when you suddenly heard commotion. “Yo, ding-ding-ding-dingus!” Some jocks from school laughed cruelly from across the store. His parents were about to say something, but Junior stopped them shamefully. You had never felt so infuriated with another person in your entire life. You stormed up to the main guy who immediately noticed your presence. “Oh, look! It’s the freak’s little girlfriend–!”

SMACK!

Your hand collided with his cheek, so hard that he stumbled over a bit. The stinging in your hand was bearable. Whilst he was still comprehending what had just happened, your foot went straight for his balls, finally knocking him to the ground.

The people around you let out gasps, some attempting to film the incident. You still weren’t entirely contempt with the damage, but before you could do any more the guy scrambled off the ground and made a fun for it. “Ayo, this chick is fucking crazy!” He yelled, voice cracking as he ran out of the store.

You turned around to meet the judging gazes of the rest of the store. To your surprise, skyler and walter looked overjoyed, proud. It was almost a little scary, they didn’t seem at all shaken up at your scene. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “But he deserved it.”

His parents left to look for some other clothing, and you walked up to Junior. You were sort of scared to see his face after what you’d done. Would he be mad, scared of you, disappointed? “Hey,” you said.

He didn’t reply at first, observing the material on the jeans. “Why did you do that?” He asked. It was quiet, genuine and you couldn’t understand why he would ask that. “What do you mean? They were being assholes.” You stated.

“Yeah, wuh-well.. they’re r-right, you know? I am a freak.” He said. “I cub-can’t even suh-say a full sen-sentence!” It looked like he was going to cry and you couldn’t bare the sight. You put both your hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eye with a serious expression. “Junior, l need you to listen to me very carefully right now. You are not a freak.” You said it so sternly, almost like a mother scolding her child.

“I’ve seen the way you shy away from attention, the way you try to hide yourself – it just makes people notice you more!” You sighed, unsure of how to word what you were about to say.

“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention, Junior.”

#breaking bad #x reader #breaking bad x reader #fem!reader #gus fring #gus fring x reader #gus x reader #gustavo fring #gustavo fring x reader #jesse pinkman

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icabrth · 9 months

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OMG HI AGAIN

I'm not trying to overwhelming you but just give you more options and ideas on what to write

Remember when skyler dressed up to that meeting and acted all weird? In the black dress and gold jewlery?? What if the reader helped her with that get up? We just give her the makeover? THANK YOU AGAIN

YESS!! I’ll totally do it but it’ll prolly take some time since I’m kinda busy this week, but I’ll get it up soon as I can

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icabrth · 9 months

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emergency management

pairings: misty quigley x fem!reader

summary: after the planecrash ___ gets seriously injured and misty is ready to take care of her.

warnings: planecrash, duh!🤣 blindness, mentions of gore.

a/n: misty is lowkey my fav..

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There was a sensation at your fingertips, a ringing in your ears and a darkness before your eyes. You blinked twice, attempting to regain your sight before even realizing what you was doing. The darkness had completely overcome you, and upon realizing that, you freaked the fuck out. You knew that you only had four senses left to work with; taste, touch, smell and sound. “___! Where are you!” You heard someone say. You could not talk, you couldn’t even move. Your efforts to make yourself known were futile as your body stayed still, paralyzed. Oh god, you thought. Is this how I’m gonna die? Just as you began to drown in your own thoughts, you heard the voice again.

“Where the fuck are you!” She screamed, desperate to find you. You recognized that voice, it was Misty.

“Mis-“ you managed to let out, leaving you immediately breathless. She didn’t hear me, you realized. And the thought of dying alone, paralyzed creeped up on you again. Now you were desperate. Adrenaline flowing through your veins, giving you strength. You gathered your remaining courage and managed to move your arm slightly, hoping for something, anything that would result in some kind of noise. Fortunately, luck was in your favor; your fingers ran through the autumn leaves on the ground, causing a rustling sound. It was quiet, so quiet that you had to stop your breathing for a second to hear it. But it was enough.

You heard the footsteps getting closer and you realized – you were saved. Misty was your savior.

Suddenly, you felt her hands on your shoulder, holding your head under her hands. Despite her hands being cold, your irrotational mind made her sound like a living heater, and you couldn’t help but lean into her touch. You unconsciously nuzzled your head into her forearms. Misty was unsure of what to do for a second, blood rushing to her cheeks as she blushed heavily. She didn’t know if you’d noticed or not. She scanned your frantic eyes that were looking anywhere but in her direction. She figured something was wrong with your eyesight, but that was a problem for another time.

She observed your situation; you half your body was stuck under a fallen tree and the rest must’ve been falling damage. “Holy macaroni, I gotta get help! Stay here!–“ she said, running over to the others.

“Guys, I found ___! She’s seriously hurt! Lottie, Nat, Taissa! Come with me!” She picked the strongest ones so they’d be able to carry you. They shared a few worried glances before heading over.

“Mist– please..” you muttered, the words coming out slurred. “Don’t worry, ___! I’m here and I brought help!” Misty assured you. In this instance, you had never been more thankful for her overly helpful or clingy personality. You felt cold and all you wanted was for someone to tell you that it was gonna be okay, to reassure you. And Misty never failed at that. She had brought a few tools in her backpack, including the axe she’d used to cut off coach ben’s foot. She was worried that she would have to amputate your leg as well. Nevertheless your entire downer body it was stuck under the tree.

The four of them eventually managed to lift the tree and get it off you, letting out sighs of relief as they saw no squished body parts. You did have some bruises and probably a few broken limps, but that was seemingly it. Misty couldn’t distinguish the relief she felt when she discovered she didn’t have to cut of any body parts. But there it was again..

“I can’t see! I can’t fucking see!” You yelled.

You had been laid closest to the campfire, positioned randomly between Jackie and Nat. After realizing something might’ve been wrong with your eyes, Misty got her flashlight to check your visual acuity. As expected, your eye sight was entirely gone. She figured there was something wrong with the optic nerve. She gathered the others and told them about her discovery, and they decided against telling you for now. They looked at your unconscious figure, taking in your unsteady breathing, knotted eyebrows, and dried tear stains. Shauna had this theory that too much tragic news in such a short time period could kill you and (although it was probably bullshit) neither of them wanted to tell you.

“We’ll just tell her it’s temporary or something.. just let her get used to it before we break it to her.” Jackie said, staring down at you. The two of you had been pretty close before the accident, and it pained her heart to see you like this. She needed you hear, mentally. Although she did have Shauna, she began to think she wouldn’t be her biggest ally going forward. “Yeah, if we even survive more than two days out here.” Natalie scoffed. Jackie turned to face her with a frown but she was already looking at the campfire, unbothered by her reaction.

Suddenly, a loud gasp shot everyone awake, followed by your heavy breathing and pained whimpers. Hour hands reached out desperately for something, or someone to hold. The sound of your teammates talking quoted and all you could hear was the fire sizzling. Before you knew it, Misty was crouched down beside you. “It’s okay, you’re okay!” She assured, brushing a strand of hair out of your sweaty face. The others looked at her for a second; they hadn’t seen her act like this around the coach, or any of the others. She seemed so incredibly desperate to assure you, give you some kind of comfort.

“Where- where am I?” You exhaled. No answer.

She rested her palm upon your forehead to feel your temperature, a worried expression replacing the excitement she had felt at your awakening. “She’s burning up! Quick, get me some blankets or something!” She instructed and the others hurried to find something to keep you warm. They didn’t question her commands, she knew what she was doing. You huffed. It unsettled you slightly how she kept talking about you as if you weren’t there, especially not that you couldn’t see; it made you feel like some sick dog.

“Misty, I’m right here.. what happened?” You asked her. You attempted to sit up straight, but she pushed u back gently. “You should stay still for a bit – you broke a few bones here and there, but you’re gonna be okay.” She said. The others came with a few blankets and placed them over your cold, shivering body. Misty gave them a nasty glare, saying how this didn’t place it properly. She wrapped the layered blankets more securely around your body.

It eventually got dark, and everyone started preparing mattresses to sleep on. Misty stared at the night sky, the starts shining through the thick threes. She wished so badly that you could see it and share this moment with her. The fire was still burning, but she figured it was only a few minutes until it burned out. You couldn’t sleep, laying awake with your eyes open, hoping that suddenly your sight would come back. You had realized on your own that there was something wrong with your eyes, and judging by the silence whenever you’d ask about it, it was bad.

But now, you were starting to feel scared. All you could see was pitch black and now all you heard was animal sounds in the background. Without thinking it over, you called out for the girl.

“Misty?” She immediately looked at you again, “Yeah? What’s wrong?” She whispered. “Could you..” you muttered. You suddenly realized how pathetic you sounded. Fuck it, you thought. “Could you hold me?” You finally said. You were glad you couldn’t see, scared of what her face would be like at your sudden request. But she understood. “Of course.” Was all she said before carefully placing herself beside you.

She moved her arm around you and suddenly you felt so safe, comforted. The gesture was so small, yet you had been so touch starved. Your body stiffened at her touch at first, but warmed up to it quickly. You felt her curls against the side of your face, along with her forehead resting on your shoulder. You slowly fell asleep, forgetting all about what happened…

The girl lay awake for awhile, watching you. Just hours before this she was a complete loser. But now she felt like she had everything. She had always had a bit of a crush on you but always brushed it off as she figured you were too good for her. Everybody was not just happy, but grateful for her presence. It felt amazing, euphoric almost. She didn’t ever want to go back to reality, she needed to make sure nobody came to save you guys.

In her mind, the team could develop some kind of society here; a judge-free, high-school-free place. A whole new world where the two of you could be together, surrounded by your friends. Little did she know how things would turn out.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #misty quigley #quigley #jackie tyler #x reader #imagine #request

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misty quigley:

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lottie matthews:

natalie scatorccio:

jackie taylor:

taissa turner:

#x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellow jackets #shauna #Jackie #Misty #Lottie #lottie matthews #misty quigley #imagine #request #taissa #Natalie #nat

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icabrth · 10 months

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Do you write for Klaus Mikaelson?

I might later on. I haven’t gotten as far in the series but I probably will when he makes his appearance😭

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icabrth · 10 months

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twilight masterlist

edward cullen:

childish

bella swan:

jacob black:

roaslie cullen:

alice cullen:

#x reader #twilight x reader #breaking bad #fem!reader #bella swan #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #twilight saga

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icabrth · 10 months

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gus fring:

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jesse pinkman:

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saul goodman:

jane margolis:

found family

walter junior:

beautiful things don’t ask for attention

#breaking bad #x reader #breaking bad x reader #fem!reader #gus fring #gus fring x reader #gus x reader #gustavo fring #gustavo fring x reader #jesse pinkman #walter white junior #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman x you #jesse

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icabrth · 10 months

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who I write for (requests are open):

yellow jackets: misty, lottie, natalie and jackie. I will only write for the 96’ timeline so far.

you: love quinn, joe goldberg

twilight: edward cullen, bella swan, rosalie cullen, jacob black, alice cullen.. angela weber.

breaking bad: jesse pinkman, saul goodman, gus fring, jane margolis and walter junior. mby skyler and walter white as platonics cuz I do like them.

game of thrones: jon snow, sansa stark, daenerys targaryen, jaime lannister, cersei lannister, robb stark

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icabrth · 1 year

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Hello! I really love your stories, especially the ones about breaking bad 🤍. I would like to ask, do you write nsfw content?

Thanks for the answer! As for my request, it's about Gus Fring (I can't, I love him too much 😭😭). I've always headcanoned him as a rather jealous and possibly even overprotective partner. I mean, after everything that's happened to Max, he must be pretty caring about his partner. What do you think about this?

I don't have a very detailed plot, but lately I've been thinking about how he would come to the realization that he likes the reader? I don't think Gus is the kind of person who tends to lie to himself; he is a serious person, as are his intentions. How does he confess his feelings to the reader?

I would prefer a female reader, please? I don't think she related to crime either. Maybe she met Gus when she was working for him? The manager at his restaurant? His housekeeper? I don't know, haha.

Oh, and if you don't mind, I imagine her as a rather shy and soft person. I think that's what Gus liked about her: she's not like anyone else he knows, so spending time with her allows him to... distract and relax. Like a breath of fresh air.

Thank you so much for your stories again! I'm in love with them 🤍🤍🤍

quiet realization

pairings: gustavo fring x fem!reader

summary: the story of you and gus

warnings: slight mention of crime

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a/n: I should really be studying rn but I couldn’t get this request out of my head lol.. also tysm for requesting ur acc so sweet ♡

You met Gustavo Fring through work; being his housekeeper and nanny for his children, the two of you spent a lot more time together than either had anticipated.

“How are you liking the food, sir?” You asked your employer. A nervous smile grazing your face as sugarcoating laced your voice. You didn’t know wether it’d be best to keep eye contact, or to avoid it. He didn’t seem bothered by the thick tension (which was swallowing you whole) as he kept his eyes on you, searching for yours.

“Please, call me Gus. We are more than acquainted by now, don’t you think?” He straightened up as he flashed you a playful, yet somehow professional grin.

Gus confused you to no end; every move he made seemed so calculated, so thought out that it scared you. Your obvious attraction to him didn’t do much to relief your anxiety.

You weren’t like him. He could read you like a book, as you were. Your actions were pure hearted and executed with good intentions. This is why no one would’ve expected the two of you to match to perfectly. It seemed you were both exactly what the other needed.

As he awaited your answer, he secretly struggled keeping up his exterior wall. You were right about him – he did have a motive, and his every move was calculated. Right now, he was trying to gain your trust. Get on some reliance level in order to get closer to you.

Gus wasn’t sure about his feelings toward you and he struggled to put a label on his developing crush. Romantic relations came rare to him, and he wasn’t sure if what he’d felt for any of his past lovers could be classified as love. What he did know though, was that you made his heart flutter in a way so unfamiliar and great – it made him think he was dying.

One of his more significant memories of you as a housekeeper was one night when he’d arrived home late to see you tucking his youngest as you put them to sleep with your gentle, loving voice.

Seeing how close you’d gotten with his children just made him more and more impatient with figuring out his feelings for you. There you were – the perfect girl, right in front of him –and he was doing nothing to keep you.

You were so sweet, so genuine – it made him want to protect you. Keep you hidden and ignorant to his life of crime. So, this is around the time when he officially decided to himself that he was, indeed, in love with you.

It was a quiet realization, and he couldn’t just confess his undying love to you right then and there, without no preparation whatsoever. So, he decided he needed to get closer to you instead of just knowing you through small interactions and watching from afar.

So, he began treating you with personalized gifts once in a while, telling you how grateful he was for your patience and understanding with his children. He began insistent on helping you with your cooking, and would practically force you to eat with him. Although you did appreciate his acts of kindness, you didn’t understand where they were coming from. Your obviousness to his feelings lead you to believe he had some kind of bad intention. It wouldn’t be fair to blame you, though, as his terribly attempts at flirting were hard to read.

These little dinner dates all let up to this moment, this time he was going to make some progress with you. No, scratch that – this time he was going to confess to you.

“The food is quite tasty, ___! You are an except cook as well as an excellent company,” he praised you. Your cheeks began to heat up, and you felt your mouth twitch in unknowing response. “As are you, Gus. Thank you.” Your interactions would’ve been short and awkward to the eye, but neither of you seemed too bothered by the silence. In fact, what you had learned over the months of working for him, was that his actions said a lot more about his character than his words.

“___,” he stated as he put his larger hand on top of yours and your eyes met for the first time that day. “___, I am in love with you.” The words uttering from his mouth didn’t feel read, neither did the butterflies in your stomach as your breath hitched. You realized this had to be real, because you couldn’t physically feel a movie the same way you felt his warm fingers intertwine with yours. Or the soft, yet firm feel of his lips as he pulled you closer to him.

You realized that this was just as real as his hot breath against your ear, whispering: “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that”

#x reader #breaking bad #breaking bad x reader #gustavo fring x reader #gus x reader #Gus Fring #Gus Fring X reader #Gustavo Fring #Jesse pinkman #Walter white #bb #Netflix #imagines #x fem!reader #fem!reader #request #requested

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icabrth · 1 year

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Childish

pairings: edward cullen x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend finally finds out about your childish secret.

warnings: none

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The two of you were such an unlikely pair; he was dark and vampiric (literally), while you were naïve and childish – searching for the good in everyone. Neither of your friends would’ve ever thought of or even considered you guys together. You weren’t overly emotional and you still acted your age, you just viewed the world a little differently. However, due to this he didn’t exactly know just how different you were until visited your house for the first time, to help you with an assignment.

You were busy tidying up all the clutter in your bedroom, and shoving a pile of clothing under your bed when Edward suddenly knocked on your window, startling you. You turned to the source of vibrations, eyes locking with the ones of your boyfriend.

You zoned out for a short moment, before snapping back to reality at the realization that all of your plushies were still scattered everywhere from your bed to the top of your wardrobe. Immediately shutting the curtains as you scrambled to pick everything up and hide everything. As you did, you didn’t miss the smirk forming itself on your face.

Just as you were about to pick up your favorite stuffed toy “Sunny”, (which was a grey elephant with Dumbo-like-ears) Edward beat you to it. As he carefully inspected it, you found a suddenly found the floor patterns very interesting. “Listen, they’re not mine–!” You pleaded, timidly lifting your head to meet his gaze. Though, you were met with surprise at his expression.

He was smiling – grinning, in fact. His teasing smile fit perfectly with his squinting blue eyes, you thought. The glimpse in his eyes stunned you, and you could no longer move as your body wanted you to. He spoke up, “Sunny, huh?”. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and he chuckled.

“I can read thoughts, remember?”

“Babe, I told you not to read my thoughts anymore!” You wined, stomping your foot as you snatched the plushie away from him. You sat down on the bed, facing away from him, huffing. You acted out of awkwardness in situations like this as you never really knew how to handle them.

Edward pulled you out of your thoughts and into his arms, the two of you positioned leaning against the bed frame. He kissed your cheek plenty times as his ice cold, firm hands came in contact with your chest. The way he did it was nowhere near sexual, he simply enjoyed being able to keep up with your heartbeat. “you’re adorable, you know?” He started as he played around with the elephant, holding it by its giant ears. “Is this one your favorite?” He asked you in a baby voice.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” You laughed, “it’s not like I’m a baby or anything – I just like having these plushies, it’s nostalgic”. Although Edward couldn’t read your emotions, he practically sensed the way your heart fell.

“Hey, hey! You know I didn’t mean it like that!” His voice was soft, even when he raised it. “I get it, I still hold onto my first prom suit from the 1900s”.

“Did you even have prom back then? You giggled into his chest. “Sort of, I guess it was more like a ball”

#edward Cullen x reader #twilight x reader #x reader #twilight #fluff #fem!reader #Robert Pattinson x reader

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icabrth · 1 year

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sleep deprived

pairings: gustavo fring x fem!reader

summary: your boss noticed you’re overworking yourself and decides to do something about it.

a/n: gus got that email rizz

warnings: really messy lol

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You couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t. Gus had you making ninety pounds worth of meth every week, and due to your partners’ sudden disappearance, you were stuck doing all the work by yourself. You sighed, thinking back to how you got into this position.

You were a just a broke college student, trying to pay off your loans when you you met Jesse. You knew each other back in high school, and now he was your dealer. The two of you became buddies and one day you walked in on him and Walt talking about somebody named Gustavo Fring, the owner of a fast food restaurant with an undercover drug business.

You needed money and you convinced them to let join in. Realizing that the “the more the merrier” shit you had pulled really was just that, shit. After they had taught you the recipe, you ended up doing everything, always.

Gus had put to lines under the deadlines, signifying that if you didn’t get this done in time — there’d be consequences. At the same time you had a lot of due college assignments, and skipping all your lectures. So you practically lived in the lab, sleeping and eating there, until you had no time for either of those things.

You were leaning against the counter with a hand on your jaw, steadying your face. Your eyes shut and light snores coming out of your mouth. As Gus inspected your face, he realized you’d never once look so peaceful as you did in that moment.

“I see you’re getting a lot of work done,” he commented, knowing it’d wake you. Gus needed to talk to you about this. He had cameras everywhere and had been paying very close attention to how much time you’d been spending at the lap. You had your laptop and school books there, a few snacks and amount less cups of coffee.

The sudden sound of his voice startled you as you woke up with a final snore. “Shit– I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t even notice I was, uh’falling asleep” your slurred, your words blurring together due to your grogginess. You looked up at him with lazy eyes.

Gus looked at you through his glasses, his expression as emotionless as usual. You thought you saw a glimpse of emotion in his eyes, though it was probably just your sleep deprivation making you see things. Gustavo Fring doesn’t care for anyone. Especially not some random meth cook who can’t even do her job right… right?

“You should get home and get some rest, ___. Your drowsiness is affecting your work performance.” Stated as a fact, though functioning more as an excuse.

“I can’t, sir! I’ve only made like, half of the meth I was supposed to and–“ you rambled on, but he interrupted you almost instantly. “Stop it, ___! You have done your part. Your partners’s neglect of their responsibilities is not your problem,” as he shushed you, his expression remained the same though his voice got notably more aggressive. “I’ll consider getting you new partners, you’ve mastered the arts of cooking now.” In that moment, you couldn’t be bothered by his comment on your friends; all you wanted to do was go back to sleep.

“Are you absolutely sure? I’ll get back to work as soon as I wake up, I promise!” You insisted, and he shook his head. “No, you’ll have the rest of the week off,” he said. “I value your effort but I cannot have your drowsiness affect my product.” Gus explained while putting a gentle yet firm hand on your shoulder. You eyed the hand and as did he, though he didn’t let go before he you reluctantly agreed.

“Alright, I guess,” you sighed. He smiled professionally as he took out his notebook, scribbling something something. “Fantastic! Write down your email and we can discuss your work ethic further.” He demanded suggested, handing you a note and a pen. You smiled as you messily wrote down your email address and gave it back to him.

When you went to sleep that night all you could think about was your interaction earlier, and how this might’ve been his stiff attempt at flirting with you. Although you figured this could’ve easily been your head playing tricks on you agin.

When you woke up the next morning you noticed a gmail notification. Written bellow a [email protected] it read:

Hello, I hope you slept a worthwhile and woke up energetic and better. I suggest we meet up at my restaurant to further discuss our game plan.

Sincerely, Gustavo Fring.

Did Gustavo Fring just ask out out on a date?

#breaking bad #breaking bad x reader #gustavo fring x reader #gus fring x reader #gus x reader #gustavo fring #gus fring #x fem!reader #x reader

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icabrth · 1 year

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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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