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[heisenson]

been defrosting my love for flynn for the past few days. feels good man

[lwyrsdghtr-a]

it looks like things are pretty dead on here but i miss writing with you guys! i’d love do some writing on discord so add me on there ( methriver#9809 ) if you want!

[heisenson]

@jpinkmanbtch | sc.

it’s a quiet suburban afternoon and flynn is bored, he sits on the couch flipping through the cable channels, AC blasting in order to combat the dense albuquerque heat. there’s nothing good on, but at least his parents aren’t home, which means he can do as he pleases and not have anybody bother him. 

he’s contemplating retreating to his room in favor of video games when the doorbell rings --- quickly followed by a few harsh knocks on the door. he grabs his crutches that were set beside him and raises from his seat. flynn makes his way to the door quickly, and swings it open. 

the face in front of him isn’t one that’s familiar, he wonders if the guy is here to sell something, or maybe he’s just lost. brows come together to help him form an inquisitive expression, “ can i --- can i help you? ” 

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[heisenson]

painmade​

JESSE’S USUALLY UP at odd hours of the night, typically either because he’s unable to sleep or because nightmares are too frequent and he’d rather not wake up in the middle of a panic attack for the third time in a week. So, he’s awake when a car pulls into his driveway, blasting music, and he knows immediately that it’s Flynn. 

He opens the door and seems surprised to see the boy in such a state, having been half-expecting him to be coming here just to kick Jesse’s ass for something he remembered or realized after their conversation. He holds up a hand like he doesn’t need an explanation. He knows what it’s like to feel that way. 

     “Come on in. I was just about to make some tea, want some?” 

flynn is thankful that jesse welcomes him back into the house --- the walls of the  hotel room he’d been staying in felt as though they were closing in on him inch by inch. he hadn’t expected jesse to be awake, but flynn too had spent nights forgoing sleep just to avoid bad dreams. he wishes he would’ve considered that a few hours ago. 

as he looks at jesse, his eyes are almost shameful. he’s not prepared for jesse to see him in this state, but there’s no other choice, besides staying alone and driving himself crazy. “ thanks, ” it comes out low and uneven as he moves past jesse and into the living area. flynn plops himself down in the same spot he’d been in last time, he barely pays attention to setting his crutches somewhere.

“ tea’s uh --- fine, ” a hand runs over his face as he tries to regulate his breathing, and does his best to shake away the the feelings that his nightmare had left behind. 

[heisenson]

  what body part are you ?

                    H E A R T

A heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. An ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. Yet, it is the centre of your being. It is the core. Even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. You have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. Hold onto it. Do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. Remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.

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tagging: you!!

[heisenson]

@fullyfungi​ | sc. 

his eyes dart around, semi cautious, although there aren’t that many people around, and there’s no real reason for him to be too cautious about it. he leans in toward luke, brown hues filled curiosity, the corner of his lip turns up to form a smirk, “ so --- those fungus things you grow, are they just regular mushrooms, or the other kind? ” 

[heisenson]

@painmade​ | sc. 

he’s been in this town much too long. but he can’t bring himself to leave. this place is getting to him now, seeping into his bones and causing them to ache. flynn hadn’t had a nightmare in so long --- he’d almost forgotten what it felt like to wake up in a cold sweat and reach for a breath that he couldn’t quite catch, all while the distorted images of his past fell from the forefront of his mind, lurching back to the deepest depths of it. he can barely even recall how he got to jesse’s front door, there’s only the hazy memory of the car ride over, and the music pounding through his car unbelievably loud so that he didn’t have to be left with his own thoughts. 

his fists pounds on jesse’s door, fast and frantic, like he’s running away from something. jesse answers. flynn is still breathing heavily, distraught, he has trouble finding words, “ i --- i’m sorry i just, ” he hangs his head, “ i --- i can’t be a --- alone right now. ” 

[heisenson]

hey!! do you accept IMs

yup!! i’m always up to chat with ya’ll!

[heisenson]

here’s another starter call :)

[heisenson]

i caved and made him a wire :)

[trashmemes]

ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND SENTENCE STARTERS quotes pulled from the 2004 film. feel free to make alterations.

today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.

i ditched work today.

i guess i just woke up in a funk this morning.

why do i fall in love with every woman i see, who shows me the least bit of attention

okay if i sit closer?

i’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.

i’m a little out of sorts today.

you’re not a stalker or anything, right?

i’m sorry if i came off sorta nutso. i’m not, really.

did you wanna have a drink?

drink up, young man. it’ll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.

my life isn’t that interesting - i go to work, i come home. don’t know what to say.

i’m not wasting one second of the little time i have.

i’m gonna marry you.

you should stay.

show me which constellations you know.

i don’t want to seem desperate.

we’ve got a very long night ahead of us.

i assume you fucked someone tonight. isn’t that how you get people to like you?

i can’t believe you did this to me.

i don’t wanna hear this shit!

i want to have a baby.

do you really think you could take care of a kid?

i can never the fuck understand what you’re saying.

i don’t wanna talk about this!

it’s you who can’t commit to anything!j

maybe i should end this right here!

you don’t tell me things. i’m an open book. i tell you everything, every damn embarrassing thing.

you don’t trust me.

constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.

do you love me?

i’m lost, i’m scared, i feel like i’m disappearing.

nothing makes any sense.

can’t believe i’m crying already.

sometimes i think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid.

don’t ever leave me.

i’m just happy. i’ve never felt that before.

i’m just exactly where i wanna be.

just tell me everything you remember.

i want to go home.

sweetie, calm down.

there’s nothing wrong with you.

you’re the most wonderful person i’ve ever met.

why can’t you see i love you?

i’ve loved you for a very long time.

this is a one-time mistake!

didn’t figure you’d show your face around me again.

i’d like to, um, take you out or something.

i’m telling you right off the bat. i’m high maintenance.

if you wanna be with me, you’re with me.

i still thought you were gonna save my life, even after that.

it would be different if we could just give it another go around.

i had these fantasies of us being married and having kids.

i remember being drawn to you even then.

i wish you’d stayed.

i saw you talking to somebody pretty.

i take it you’re not coming back.

do you swear you didn’t know?

i feel like you’re mad at me, and i don’t know what i did.

i love you so much. i’ll do anything to make you happy.

tell me what you want me to do, and i’ll do it.

i had the best fucking night of my entire fucking life last night.

i don’t like myself when i’m with him.

i don’t like myself anymore.

i can’t stand to even look at him.

are you screwing with me?

i’m sorry i yelled at you.

the world’s a goddamn mess.

it really hurts me that you said that.

i’m sorry about all this.

i don’t really think i can be here.

i thought i knew her so well, but i don’t know her at all.

what a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she’s a stranger.

i’m not a concept. i’m just a fucked-up girl who’s looking for my own peace of mind.

i can’t see anything that i don’t like about you.

i’ll get bored with you and feel trapped, because that’s what happens with me.

[heisenson]

absolutehorror​

    even  though  mari  really  did  think  his  dad  was  a  bit . .   odd,   mari  truly  didn’t  mind.  it  was  nice  to  be  in  a  house  where  the  main  event  was  odd  discussions  about  mold.    a  soft  giggle  as  he  mentions  taco  bell.     ‘  i  co –  could  really  go  f– for  some  cinnamon  tw  –  twists  right  about  now.   ‘

his dad had always been a little odd --- it never bothered flynn before, in fact, there were times when it was something he appreciated. lately though, his behavior began to be more and more weird. flynn pushes it to the back of his mind, instead thinking about sharing cinnamon twists with mari. 

he chuckles softly,  “ you know what i could go for? a baja blast. that sounds aw --- awesome. i’d probably pay like, a million dollars for it if i had to. ” 

[heisenson]

painmade​

HE APPRECIATES FLYNN’S willingness to ease into what promises to be a very difficult conversation for both of them. He wouldn’t have blamed the kid if he’d decided to just jump right in, ask the hard-hitting questions. 

The strangest part of this whole experience is the way Walter’s son seems to treat Jesse; the fact that he doesn’t outright hate him. Or, at least, if he does, he’s very good at hiding it. He wasn’t expecting to face someone with any kind of empathy for his situation, no matter how minute; he’d been expecting to have to defend himself more than anything. 

For some reason, this is a much harder situation to deal with. 

     “He, uh, he blackmailed me.” 

Jesse scoffs a little, looking past Flynn and at the front window at the frost beginning to collect against the wooden windowpane. 

     “He saw me running from the DEA after a bust his brother-in-law was doing, and looked my name up in the school system and came to my house that night, tellin’ me that if I didn’t teach him how to cook and sell that he’d turn me in.” 

flynn isn’t just doing it for jesse’s sake, despite the fact that he’d come all this way, and wanted to fill these gaps so desperately, he was scared now --- fear was welling up in him as the seconds passed. he didn’t know what he was more afraid of, hearing more horrible things about his father, or getting to know so much more about jesse. 

flynn regarded him with a strange indifference, hate stood in it’s place for a long time, some of it did still reside within him, and maybe it always would. it would be so easy to write jesse off as a villian in this story, to think that he was just as bad as his father and leave it at that. but flynn couldn’t bring himself to do it. sitting across from jesse, he can see a fragile humanity in him --- he can recognize that hurt, which flynn can relate to more than he’d like to admit. it’s becoming more and more clear each time jesse speaks, like fog lifting from a windshield. 

jesse was like a boogeyman. there’s blind fear first, leaving on lights and checking under the bed so that he won’t be harmed in the night, and then, as he grows older, he realizes there’s no one hiding under the bed, and no one waiting to catch him in the dark. it’s just flynn, all alone in that darkness. still, he doesn’t think he’d want to be friends with the boogeyman. 

he listens as jesse explains, and part of him still can’t believe this is what his father was doing while he was worrying about getting an a in science. he shakes his head slowly, a frown forming on his features, “ sound --- sounds like you were in deep shit, ” a pause, as the urge to know more about jesse’s past besides his work with heisenberg tugs at him, “ so, why’d you wanna sell drugs in the first place? i mean, besides the money. ” 

money was the main reason his dad started out. though it was obvious now that jesse was very different from his dad, and he’d been so precisely manipulated by him, just as flynn and his family had been, there were still so many lines yet to be drawn. did they have the same greed? flynn doesn’t know how desperate he’d have to be to resort to working that far outside of the law. but, maybe that’s one of the ways him and jesse are very different. 

[heisenson]

i saw that ‘unnecessarily detailed dislikes’ thing and while i’m too lazy to do that i will say that flynn does not like being called junior. it’s definitely his least favorite nickname. he’ll let his parents call him that, hank and marie too because he knows he can’t stop them anyway, but if you’re not them and you call him junior he gon be real annoyed.