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ichorai · 1 year

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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.”

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.

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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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."

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depressopax · 25 days

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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

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terranometry · 1 year

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who remembers when jesse pinkman was having dinner with walt and skyler and he said he hates the shitty frozen lasagna with the shitty scabby cheese on top and then a few episodes later marie makes him lasagna? no just me? ok bye

#i’m being silly again sorry guys #blorbo thoughts #jesse pinkman #brba #brba meta #terra’s drabbles

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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⚖️Masterlist⚖️

Fics are in red

Drabbles are in blue

HCs are in green

Shitposts/Miscellaneous are in pink

Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca

Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill/Gene Takovic

Outed

Terms of Employment

Breeding Kink

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

Orgasm Denial/Wetting

Misery Loves Company

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

Tuco Salamanca

General HCs

Tuco x Younger Feminine Boyfriend

Brandon "Badger" Mayhew

FTM!Reader

Splash Zone

Howard Hamlin

Take Control

Lalo x Reader x Howard

Breeding Kink

Kim Wexler

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

#masterlist

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angelkakewritings · 1 year

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PROM SONG GONE WRONG

Jesse Pinkman x Cheerleader!Reader

DRABBLE || ONE-SHOT|| SFW

Pronouns used: She/Her/Hers

Disclaimer: I do not own the canon character or Jesse Pinkman or any of the canon characters or canon lore or the breaking bad universe!

CW: fluff, one-sided crush, cursing, mentions of drug, mentions of drug deal, simp!jesse

Author’s Note: Based upon Jesse’s earlier days attending high school! Both reader and Jesse would be 19 years or age. Also, heavily inspired by the dynamic of Eddie Munson’s and Chrissy Cunningham. I found this in my drafts and wanted to upload! Enjoy!

The sharp decibels of the last school bell of the day rang throughout the halls of J.P Wynne highschool.

Opening the door to his locker, Jesse hastily tossed in his textbooks. School had proven to be a massive inconvenience for Jesse, just something he had to get out of the way before returning back to his usual schedule of pushing in and pushing out waves of methamphetamine.

“Aw shit.” He groaned at the sensation of his heartbeat at the crook of his nose.

He was hungry, exhausted and still coming down from his high from the night before. The chemistry study guide and the rest of his homework was the last thing on his mind.

“Uh, Hello? Jesse?”

“What!” He snapped, slamming close his locker.

Standing just mere inches away from him, stood Y/N, the girl next door.

Although the two lived yards away from each other and even shared Mr. White’s chemistry class, the two had never truly spoken and really they had no reason to.

She was usually accompanied by droves of meathead jocks and her fellow cheerleaders whose eyes gleamed mean but today, she was alone.

Y/N stood in her white rebook sneakers wearing her cheerleading uniform, books in hand. “I’m really sorry to bother you, are you okay?” She asked, looking at him through her long and full eyelashes.

A sharp sensation caught his throat at the sight of her, a dreamlike apparition of glossy hair wrapped in a pony tail, deep set dimples and soft movements.

His eyes quickly scanned around the hall, wanting to assure that none of her friends were snickering behind any corners at the cruel joke that was playing out infront of them.

“Yeah…yeah! Are you okay?” He asked, composing himself.

Y/N let out an anxious giggle, “More or less. Er-listen ve heard you’ve got the best shit in town, is that true?” She asked, her words almost coming out to a hush.

Her question was too outlandish for the queen of J.P Wynne, this was the girl who performing at the Pep Ralley for D.A.R.E, cheering at the top of her lungs to ‘say no.’

Jesse stood quietly for a moment, looking back at Y/N with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“Is this a fuckin’ joke?” He flatly spoke out,

“No! I promise you, this isn’t some stupid prank or anything.” she cheeped out, scrapping the chipped polished from the thumb. “I’m dead serious.”

“If you’re dead serious then let’s not fuckin’ talk here.”

Y/N’s dewdrop fresh face looked up at Jesse and smiled softly, “Okay then, walk me home?” She asked, nodding over to the door.

Jesse scoffed, “You know, usually I don’t let my clients boss me around like this but for you? I’ll make an exception.”

#fanfic #oneshot #just for fun #jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x reader #breaking bad #breaking bad fanfiction

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kissingrhi · 2 years

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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 ♞

‣ 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 ♞

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sleepershell · 5 months

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Navigation

regulus black

barry obx

john murphy

steve harrington

coriolanus snow

other characters

fave fics

Hi I’m Jas

twenty-something / poet / cat napper / cunty sagittarius / bi horror / future auteur / thrifter

Inbox is open to recs

oneshots (x f! or gn! reader), drabbles, moodboards, hcs

regulus black, evan rosier, barty crouch jr, coriolanus snow, fox mulder, john murphy, bellamy blake, jasper jordan, monty green, steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, obx’s barry, rafe cameron, prince zuko, jesse pinkman

#navigation

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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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.”

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korn-dogz · 2 years

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Introduction !!!!

Hey i’m Lisa, she/her, I was born in Canada but raised in Argentina. I love music it’s one of the things I’m most passionate about, i love watching horror movies and playing video games (I can also play the guitar)

Fandoms I write for:

Metalocalypse

-William murder face

-Nathan explosion

-toki

-skwisgaar

-pickles the drummer

-Charles

Breaking bad

-Jesse pinkman

-Walter jr aka Flynn

-skinny Pete

-banger

-saul

-gus

Ghost (band)

-papa II

-papa III

-papa IV

Korn

-Jonathan

-munky

-head

-fieldy

-david

Limp bizkit

-Fred

-Wes

- dj lethal

-Sam rivers

John otto

Metallica

-James

-Kirk

-Robert

-Lars

Slipknot

-Sid

-michael pfaff

-James

-corey

-mick

-Jay

Fight club

-maybe Tyler

-the narrator aka Ed

-angle face

Call of duty

-ghost

-konig

-captain price

-Philip graves

-soap

-gaz

-the shadow company

-Alejandro

-Rudy

-Russell adler

Things I WILL NOT write

-gore

-underage

-r@pe non-con

- character x character (never got into it)

-male reader (I’m not a guy I’m afab)

-pregnancy

-self harm

Things I WILL write for

-smut

-fluff

-character x Reader

-basically anything

-I WILL WRITE GENDER NUTRAL READER

-love triangles

-sfw and nsfw headcannons

-enemies to lovers

-friends to lovers

-angst

-nsfw and sfw alphabet

-art commissions

-sugar daddy

-drabbles

Requests are open and please feel free to request anything!!!!

#introduction #metalocalypse #fanfic #korn #limp bizkit #fight club x reader #fight club

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skelly-jellyss · 11 months

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fellas is it gay to edit your weird george-saunders-fueled angst drabble about an rnm self insert to be about jesse pinkman instead

#yes i really am this cringe #yes i will not apologize #i’m thinking post-s3 finale #its just him trying and failing to fall asleep :-(#jesse pinkman #gale boeticcher #breaking bad #brba

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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maybe something Angsty turn hurt/comfort with Jesse? can be platonic or romantic and you can add whatever sort of spin you want to it but with a gender neutral reader?

sorry. no comfort. i felt like being evil today!

• Jesse didn't know what to do with himself

• Crying was pointless. It wouldn't take back the awful things he said to you. Apologizing wouldn't fix things either. He knew better than to try and fix things with a quick bit of remorse

• It wasn't your fault he was in this situation. If anything, you had been suspicious of Walter White from day one, trying to meet Jesse in the middle while still allowing him to make money with what he was doing

• You were really the only constant good thing in his life. Besides Jane for a brief moment in time, and now even she was gone

• So why did he scream at you to get out. Out of his sight, out of his house—out of his life?

Ash burned his hand, the residue from his cigarette littering itself carelessly across the leather couch Jesse was splayed out limply on.

His blue eyes saw right through the ceiling fan over head. Staring into nothing. The only sign he was even conscious was the slight rise and fall in his chest. And even that was labored.

Jesse hadn't slept at all. Or consumed anything beyond smoke from his cigarette butt for the past twelve hours. It was all he could do to sit there and not replay the words he had thrown at you in his head. Words full of poison, splashing into your face with the ferocity of acid.

Badger and Skinny Pete had come by at one point. Not that he really cared to remember. Both of them letting themselves in the unlocked house door—something they had commented on. ("What about intruders yo!" Jesse didnt seem to care.) And even they picked up on his mood pretty quick; something that didn't happen a lot with the pair. They both sensed an offer of drugs wouldn't cheer him up either, so they set down some take out they'd saved for him and left. Something Jesse was somewhat greatful for.

His phone was halfway across the room, smashed to peices. He had thrown it into the wall after you left, a pained scream accompanying it as the weight of what he said sunk in. If it wasn't for the noticeable tear streaks under his eyes Jesse wouldn't have even registered his tears.

He rolled over, staring at the peeling leather patches on his couch. Thinking about how fucked his life was. Thinking about how if he hadnt said those words, that you would be here right now. Probably beating his ass in Mario cart and gluing googly eyes to random objects in his house for him to find later. Making two bowls of cereal and getting up to make more when Badger and Pete arrived. Laughing at Jesse's made up words he'd spin up out of the blue and cheating durring video games through jabs in the ribs.

He was glad Skinny Pete and Badger hadn't stayed. That way they didn't have to see him choke out a painful sob.

"Fuck."

#jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman #jesse #jesse x reader #breaking bad #breaking bad x reader #angst #headcanons #drabble #request #x reader

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sanctificetur · 2 years

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plotting board.

jess x harry x heath.

#haruto ic. | shades of green ++ parramatta park.

jess walks into montmermil town square with her direwolf, eponine. tagged (gently woven with a thin transparent tangile string -- in which the string holds (not the actual ear) red tag, eponine. she wears her evenstar necklace united with purple necklace -- morning evenstar -- united lights guiding her in her life -- faith coming back to her that they will meet, and better sleep in long run -- less wandering of feeling eternally torn between consciousness and sleep, longing for salvation. there are white clouds of steamed rice currently cooking in deep reserve -- white feathers forming into unified solitude -- in fuzzy microcomputer (steamed cooker) horizon of twenty degrees sunny (check remaining dfort points of francis plotting). yet clouds not static in living high above the mountainous buildings -- above and below -- it sprinkles down like sakura snow like the scene in edwqard scissorhands with that girl dancing in snow/ same actress as joyce in stranger things : past and present uniting. she balked in the middle of the drawbridge, shook the rain off, and howled at the portcullis. its the sound of the river she fears. beasts know to avoid the river in flood. jess is impatient yet also understanding of eponine. there is a horse statue within the canopy of trees, called Glendower. there is only one horse eye side, looks white cloud blinded. spouting out water through shadowed crevices not confined to mouth or the foundation base it’s physically encased in. horse is speaking in thought and voice, which water represents. (emerson the horse ref: immediate twitter hearted) water of life is also elemented -- sprinkled like snow of the overall park, not just fountain or river -- desert water : dark and light pink uniting in difference and similarity but also gaarra/hinata -- red and purple. jay bird landing on flower or maybe the horse statue. exploring healthy re-development relation of hinata x neji) mention the candle flowers growing in park -- white pear and blossom smelling like sorbelene cream, tiny flowers : white petal, yellow centre, the green grass candle flower (sharp tang overwhelm if sniff too closely), and the one we have iin apartment bathroom now next to me for immediate reference : pink coconut and watermelon : light pink ; yet a darker shade than my pink jacket. ( i need to rename the flowers, because candle names describe the smell exactly! ) one flower called moonshine, another called byakugan (might change it a little so not too obvious and flower maybe elementing other aspects too).

watch internship portfolio video ++ illuminarte festival video again in new light. refer to the photos im currently staring at too. and aligned dash pictures. tie haruto ic of countryside ++ francis city parra drabble / or could be the remainder of dot points of francis planning board = this parra park drawbridge photo.

oc base would be the bios, mainly the long ass cassian one which i weaved other charas

internship.

harrison pontmercy - joe cole. heath pontmercy ; brother to harrison - james mcavoy. how relate ot marius? could be twin (ellai and nitid) elements of marius’ confused clarity!! jess thenardier - jessie mei li ++ ayami nakajo united varies in scene - as jess is not static only one fandom (uh how could this then rel to cassian?? maybe elements of cassian)

les miserables manga ++ peaky blinders unification bigger picture

internship portfolio video ref - WP.

catapult : jack savoretti.

refer back to thomas kinkade painting - concentrate on one painting as base setting - go back to select one : i think best to set it at hunter valley, gazebo, goosewing.

jesse pinkman fan edits / actual clip of him and walter talking / jesse x walter fmv.

fairfax foxes ref -- might look at heath’s fb album for photo timeline tagged photos -- refers more fantastically to the fox nikolai - in grisha books, fmv, *the story of the fox in language of thorns (pp. 50 - 78)

nikolai in beast form (could be the horse coming to life) astral project hurrying past me ; embarrassed of his nicheo’vya self ; yet also battling mind and body of wanting to scratch out microchip nestled in him - he sense something wrong digging into his subconscious. horse history: spell that made horse turn into statue. welsh king glendower. darkness of life shadowing horse into statue. yet statue is thawing. sudden movements ++ crash down relentlessly like when i talking on zoom and phone fall down on end of call. represents rose mirror falling down. nin o chithaeglir lasto beth daer. rimmo nin bruinen dan in ulaer. also refer queenstown for base foundation structure ref : peter hollens arwen song. horse + the building represents the thing i propped up the phone on : placed next to computer/

trees with bare branches nestled in leaves whistling in the wind -- shadowing the light in swaying sync to the wind. suddenly! eighteen degrees clear. what would they do in park other than talk? not limited to only one meeting so not too much stress. because they do not have to go into explanatory overload -- because i already endured it beyond words -- my explanatory overload of already : i see what i can make use of. so they go to yum cha like restaurant parra phoenix where jess orders the gibbous moon dumpling ( picture on phone + staff) saved in library cabinet. and also bigger picture picnic! we eat parra phoenix stuff in picnic laying out blanket like amy x rory x doctor united as one of vincent van gogh. of the suburban landscape. even though need to be careful because ants crawl on blanket. maybe table gazebo shelter with blue ceiling stained glass transparent to allow natural weather to pierce through like that song by years and years : multi people united video of breathe. urban table in country park. (SECOND DRABBLE)

aspects of illuminarte festival maybe like shining yellow flower crown fairy lights illuminating in decoration like small bursts of lantern in the darkening night

photo of harrison in the park with family : check his album

bonfire heart - james blunt ref. uhh i have imagined hanging out with them again in my mind some time ago -- when i read what they up to with career in city & i looked up potential careers where they working at. uh just hanging out and chatting probably sitting near fountain in town square of digiland (parramatta real life ref) but not too close or water will spray everywhere (REF: the water spraying outside animal holding facility : spray art of cat and dog sign). cafe cerise (oliver brown ; it’s like cafe musain). ease of travel with parramatta station - parramatta park bigger picture than the mini park just very near station.

maybe toolbox meeting could be like a fortnightly thing -- one day per fortnight -- but day not confined to specific -- because days could clash between someone in the Power of Three. imperfect solitude, not isolation. we are connecting as human to human, not by status. this would help me be more stable, yet we all treat each other better (including ourselves) while acknowledging we’re not perfect -- less doubting of reality -- like fmv refs : cirilla and geralt in not just as child vs adult but we are child adults of human status -- reincarnation development the witcher s2 and a half : they teach each other to fight, not just geralt lighting cirilla on fire or in dune with that evil mage lighting paul atreides on fire -- instead it’s jessica and paul working together. but why fortnightly not just one. because people change and just one single burst of light within one’s life will not save us. need to arrange this bulleted stable into more solid stable para. ic + ooc mash up drabble of future development hope. like what WP post: castle hill development council building -- suburb + urban city uniting. actually after i arrange this whole thing, i tag them on a fb post o nmy own profile linking to this post -- solidly stable ic + ooc request : abstract basic premise && link to full text drabble.

being human us (aidan x josh) picture of them sitting on bench together (try to find on google as one of my first photos/wallpaper on my iphone 4 as i look at phone while on bus from high school to north rocks : friends staying), FMV’s

REF: Harrison’s FB video of him exercising and saying it’s ok not to be ok maybe??

oh also that clip of emerson the horse talking! i hearted it! relates to #haruto ic. with haruto x fiammetta at the ranch place. yet also the bigger picture group c ic i joined in digis roleplay event -- it was furry four-legged themed, strictly in event rules (this could have tied into raising more awareness of how animals feel ; re: microchipping ; but also to not judge disabled people so quick because they find it difficult to communicate straight away to another).

could also ref : the story in language of thorns : when the water sang fire? of ulla and signy -- which sounds like sigyn : aka my thread with whereherloyaltieslie my bias but also maybe look at her blog too (this is just random void stuff ; maybe drabble later of not strictly tied to harry x heath x jess)

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they go to cabin in the woods of parra park forest (ref : goosewing cottage). yet without the annoying frogs tha tkeep one awake all night. play video game together like blazblue or bioshock infinite (multi-player -- maybe they can come over to bella cabin? (but issue with tv internet which is why i do netflix phone -- need to fix tv net ++ connection issue (and find console) with console. so multiplayer worry not so immediate - because it can just be me playing Bioshock infinite. where eponine is barely there ; she mains in parra. and i say the just hanging out to mum/dad : but not to eponine : and thety will not be as worried as eponine bc english language.

put some important other stuff in plotting board. also discussion on how to work out communication with me & eponine + parents, where i am the bridge of calm yet immediate progressive healing, with help from harrison and heath. probably just briefly talk about all the stress i endured OR maybe we also reference where we last met too : this is called talking human to human. Bella ++ Parra cabins++ outside to forest too.

another potential thing is talking about more heavy stuff in my bedroom with door closed / voice not too loud / bc we are calmly working through conflicts -- must be mindful of eponine. yet window open for breathing air. need to open light probably or the curtain on window.

cook meal together too. like what i cooked with stir-fry. cookbook i already have. or pie -- quiche aug 2019. but very yummy (dean winchester and pie relation). (maybe select one random recipe) other health issues.

getting a career outside stark’s stock. us talking and hanging out. mindful of spending so i can live life ++ build up acct of possibly a small career role part time && still go to stark’s stock too (so unification of places + money). idk what career yet, but we just talk it through first. because they know im not one dimensional. like with robot resume apply : employer vs. potential employee. maybe practice scenarios of them as employer and with me as employee.

fmv refs : cirilla and geralt in not just as child vs adult but we are child adults of human status -- reincarnation development the witcher s2 and a half : they teach each other to fight, not just geralt lighting cirilla on fire or in dune with that evil mage lighting paul atreides on fire -- instead it’s jessica x paul x chani working together.

could ne in generqal discussion elemented athelstan ic ++ sansa ic -- elemental old+new. athelstan ic recording OLD ++ one recording of NEW in voice memo.

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FUTURE OUTINGS:

JESS:

"career. can expand to other places in parra, not just park, yet not cabins. once weekly ; can vary in days.”

HARRISON:

"not everyone is evil ; yet we all have good and bad sides : called being human. when wilfred is smoking, unification of man and monster ++ pain and pleasure” maybe descrive his voice inpodcast. not sure how to descrive his voice, i bring along: video game + blazblue bioshock infinite : maybe at an small not noisy arcade like place : maybe we book a quiet room with tv” TImezone for more general gaming : Level 4 Parra shopping centre [ 0.00 - 0.41 : Unleashing the power of the mind. ]

HEATH:

"we are working together through the trenches. bridge of healing suggestion working together for commuincaition with eponine and parents. maybe do karaoke singing at that karaoke place”

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