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chomchomcherrybomb · 2 years
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YouTube comments are so funny
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itszygoart · 8 months
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the duo
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ajthebumblebee · 2 months
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Breaking Bad is like, "You wanna watch 62 episodes of no one ever communicating properly?"
And you know, sometimes I do want to watch that.
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taakiitoo · 5 months
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makahitaki · 2 months
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thecranst · 1 year
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Aww 🥹
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Hold Me Closer | Jesse Pinkman x trans!m!reader
@areyouwaiting asked: Guten Abend 😌
one “I know it’s really warm tonight, but I really need a cuddle” for a Jesse Pinkman x trans male reader please
Danke <33
summary: when you can't sleep at night, it turns out that you're not the only one effected by it.
tws: smoking, mentions of fear/anxiety and harm
You kicked the blanket off with the same amount of grace as a bull in a glassware shop, huffing and wiping sweat from your brow before you headed down to the kitchen; you grabbed a mug from the cupboard, chucked a few spoons of coffee in the mug, and clicked the kettle on so that it would boil, giving you time to roll yourself a cigarette as you leaned against the counter and squeezed your eyes tightly shut for a moment, trying to bite down a yawn but failing. Miserably. Your eyes watered and your jaw ached a little from it, and you couldn't ignore the dry feeling in your mouth afterwards, either; but you got lucky, as when you looked up, your boyfriend was just hopping up onto the side, his light blue jumper riding up slightly as he stretched and yawned and checked the clock. Four hundred hours. He sighed, licking his lips and glaring at you with those light blue eyes.
"Is it, like, a trans thing?"
You gave Jesse a quizzical look. "Huh?"
"Being up this late," he clarified. "If it is, and there's something I can help, you just have to say, yo."
You shook your head, lighting up your cigarette at last and daring to take a long and slow drag from it, letting the nicotine flood your veins. You wanted to laugh, but you were too tired to let it happen, all you could do was to smile. "No. Not as far as I know... I'm just warm and sweaty."
Jesse nodded, raking a hand through his hair as he scratched at his scalp and grumbled softly, chewing at the inside of his lip for a moment as he started to come to his senses; he had slept like shit recently, nightmares about what Walter White would do to you if he found out you were Jesse's boyfriend haunted him frequently, and worried him to no end. But he didn't speak about it, he didn't want you to worry as well; he wanted you to think everything was just fine, dandy and calm. Not that he was constantly worrying about your safety when it came to his so-called partner in crime; he thought about talking to Saul about it a few times, but he always ended up deciding against it in the end. If anyone would understand, if anyone would be able to make sure that you were safe, it would have been Mike - but Jesse hadn't gotten that desperate just yet.
Still, as he looked at you, he couldn't help but to smile; knowing you since you were both little kids, he had grown up with you, and he was more than proud and happy of the man you had become. He was more than proud of you, actually, and he had been there every step of the way and supporting your every decision when it came to your transition. Jesse was good like that, even if he wouldn't admit it himself. He always said he was a shitty boyfriend, even if his actions proved otherwise.
Jesse could hardly believe it, actually, that out of all the people in your life you could have been with, you had chosen him; even though he messed around in school, even though he had a troubled relationship with his family, even though his job was far from decent and was far from a nice one, even though he did awful things. You still loved him. You were a better man than he could ever be for that, he would've dumped himself and ran half a mile after the first month. But you stuck with him, every single day, glued to his side and unwavering in your support and your care of him. You were a far better man than he could ever be.
Smiling, Jesse held his arm out, and made a soft noise to tell you to come closer. "I know it's really warm tonight, but I really need a cuddle."
You smiled back, nodding as you cleared your throat. "Let me finish smoking and then I'll be with you, yeah?"
"Okay," he nodded, waiting patiently for you to finish your cigarette. The cup of coffee forgotten when you made your way over to him and stood between his legs, letting him drape his arms over you and rest his chin on top your head as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Thank you."
You didn't want to tell him that he was welcome, Jesse knew more than anyone that you didn't want thanks for being a decent boyfriend, and as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him a little closer, letting him wrap his legs around you, you couldn't stop the quiet hum that came from the back of your throat; if anyone knew your weakness, if anyone was the only person you wanted to see every single day, it was Jesse. You never wanted to be apart from him, you could hardly think about being away from him.
Truly, if you loved anyone at all in the world in the sense of romance, it was Jesse; it was the man who you had known since you were too young to even understand what two plus two meant, and who had grown beside you for all the years since. The memories that you often talked of together would never leave you, not in a thousand years; like when you were both twelve and he had been called into the headmaster's office at school for acting up, and you had barged your way in and spoke up for him, defended him until you, too, were in trouble. When you were fifteen and had just started dating, and he had snuck in through your window and had cuddled into you all night whilst you watched X Files together because he was having trouble with his parents and didn't want to be alone for the night. Helping him with his aunt, and laughing softly and nervously when she told you to hurry up and become his husband; she was the second person you had come out to, after Jesse, and had treated you with nothing but warmth and love. Ginny had always been good to you, and although you didn't say it all that much, you did miss her.
Clearing his throat, Jesse tried to wake himself up a little as he shook his head, but he was so tired that his eyes felt heavy and stung a little. "Can, uh, can we go to bed, now?"
You could feel it in your own bones, the ache of exhaustion and tiredness, the way it was so dull as it throbbed nearly endlessly, you nodded. "Yeah... you wanna be the little spoon?"
"Yeah."
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bluegad · 2 years
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Pollos 🐔👍
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acesammy · 2 years
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so I might have problems
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cawsmik · 1 month
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had a dream last night that will toledo was walter white but he had renounced his meth making ways in favor of making gay furry music and i was seriously considering the ethics of continuing to listen to csh since walter white is, like, a horrible person. and then he went back to committing crimes w 2 catgirls as his assailants. and then the catgirls died.
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chomchomcherrybomb · 2 years
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Lalo sketch dump
He's so babygirl in a Patrick Bateman way.
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br34k1ng-bl0g · 7 months
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I made something
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ajthebumblebee · 4 months
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Biggest twist of Breaking Bad is that Jesse is way too nice and tragic to put up with Walt.
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taakiitoo · 10 months
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My little meow meow
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thesparrow1996 · 1 year
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kepler and walter white sacrificing themselves to save the person they meticulously built and deceived and betrayed in a way that still fulfills their own delusions of grandeur/self importance and is ultimately self serving that will nonetheless haunt their betrayee for the rest of their lives and prevent them from ever having closure
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