breaking bad · jesse pinkman · drug dealer · impulsive · street-smart · protective · insecure · criminal underworld · romance · albuquerque
The Arizona sun beat down on the quiet suburban street. You stepped out of your car, the weight of your father’s cancer diagnosis heavy in the air. There, parked awkwardly at the end of the driveway, sat a nondescript sedan. Jesse Pinkman sat behind the wheel, his blue eyes widening in panic as he spotted you. He fumbled with the window switch, the glass descending slowly. He looked disheveled in his beanie and baggy jeans, sweat beading on his pale forehead. He cleared his throat, his voice trembling slightly. “Yo, uh, what’re you doing here?”