#brba fic

[flowersinthegrocerystore]

new brba fanfic out! taken directly from that scene in No Half Measures that looks like a fucked-up parent teacher conference, told from Gus' point of view.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[bonkwosher]

Gus Fring Jealousy/Possessiveness Headcanons

A/N: Aka Gus dealing with assholes that flirt with you. I'm so absolutely down bad for Gus it's insane. Also, x male reader bc Gus is gayyyyyy.

Contains: Implied age gap relationship, possessiveness, creepy man (Not Gus), jerk, LYLE CONTENT

Pairing(s): Gustavo "Gus" Fring x Reader

I would say let's take it on a "how long have you been dating" basis but Gus is possessive from day one, maybe even before that. He doesn't often have the opportunity to feel jealous, he's much older than you so you two don't really go to parties or clubs. He keeps you in his proximity as often as possible & that wards most off.

He had even gone out & bought you a necklace with his name on it, if he's feeling particularly moody & you aren't wearing it he'll point that out. If you forget to put it on when getting dressed up for a dinner he'll come up behind you & slowly put it on you, looking into your eyes through the mirror that stood in front of you.

Speaking of fancy dinners, that was the first time Gus got jealous. It was your second date & he had invited you to an elegant restaurant. You looked out of place even while wearing a suit. Gus walked briskly up to you & offered you his hand, leading you back to his table. You were a blushing mess.

Everything was fine until a drink appeared at your table, your favorite drink. You noted that & thanked the waiter before they said, "The gentleman over there ordered this for you." Gus looked up to see a man practically drooling over you from the bar. His smile dropped, only returning when you held eye contact with him.

"That's so nice of them, hey, free drink!" You chuckled. 'You're gullible' Gus thought to himself. Thinking the man wanted nothing more than to be nice. He felt his fists clenching, now under the table to hide his anger. Yeah, maybe Gus needs a little longer to process his feelings for you but that doesn't mean someone can waltz in, buy you a drink, & whisk you away before he knows what he wants. On the inside he loves you, he'll deny it because memories of Max will come up, but his heart knows. He tells himself the root of his possessiveness is that he wants to get to know you without other influences.

"What would you like off the menu?" he asked, quickly trying to change the subject. Gus sat in silence as he read through the menu, you pointing out all the things that sounded good. Finally, you found something. The only problem, it was terribly expensive. Your voice went high, "Oh- um, I don't think I'm hungry."

Gus placed his menu on the table, "What do you mean?" You closed the menu & sat back, arms crossed. "I insist that you get something to eat, Y/N. You do know this is my treat right?"

"Are you sure?' You feel almost bad that this man is offering to pay so much for you to eat. "Absolutely. Plus, if some sleazy bar-goer can buy you your favorite drink I have to top that somehow." You pointed out the item on the menu quietly. "Oh! Very good choice," Gus chimed before returning to his own menu.

You guys had a long period of peace right up until you were about to finish your food. The man from the bar had come up to your table, probably a bit buzzed. "Hey there, handsome. I'm about to go but I wanted to get your number." You froze, beginning to stammer out a response. Gus set his utensils down on his plate & wiped his hands on his napkin as you continued to babble. He stood up & faced the man, yeah he was shorter & probably less built, but his cold stare was deadly.

"You should get home before you embarrass yourself any further," Gus spoke, looking directly into the man's eyes. The man felt a shiver but persisted, ignoring Gus, "I have to admit, from the bar you looked amazing but now that I am up close... you are breathtaking." Gus places a firm grip on the man's forearm, forcing your admirer to turn to him. "What is your problem man?" Made Gus' grip tighten, the man let out an "Ow!"

"What do you think you are getting at here, can't you see that he & I are here together? On top of that, he is clearly uninterested! Buying a drink for someone & giving them a rapey look from across the room, get some class! Hitting on a taken man? Clearly, you lack the spine to even close on a relationship so you have to attempt to destroy other's love. I gave you your chance to leave. Take. It. Now."

The man ripped his arm from Gus & put his hands up in surrender before running off. Gus sighed & fixed his coat before sitting back down, "So, are you hungry for dessert?"

Bonus bc I'm amazing /j:

As much as it worried Gus, especially after Hector & Lalo frequented his restaurant, you would visit him sometimes at work. Of course, he didn't voice his concerns because he wanted to wait as long as possible to tell you about his real work, if ever. To attempt to make you stop visiting, he would ignore you as much as he could, using the excuse, "I'm sorry Y/N, I have a lot of work to do."

You would chat with Lyle, getting free food & sitting at the booth with the best view. On breaks, Lyle would sit with you & talk about random things or whatever you wanted to talk about. Surprisingly enough, Lyle didn't worry Gus. You would absentmindedly play with your necklace that had his name on it & Lyle must've gotten the hint at that point.

It wasn't until Lyle's friends showed up to check out his work & the quote "food that's to die for." Lyle's two friends sat with you him once they got their food, a man named Jake took the spot next to you. He said something stupid that made you laugh really hard. At that moment, without anyone noticing, a camera stopped while facing your booth. Gus was watching.

The four of you spoke & you kept laughing. Laughing so much your cheeks & core hurt. Normally, Gus would be swooning, mentally remarking that you were the light of his life. Though knowing it wasn't him that was making you happy struck a cord. It didn't help that the man was your age, your age gap being something that made Gus feel guilty.

As you were telling a story to the boys, a cup was placed in front of you. Your favorite drink. Gus took note of it from your second date, trying to take something good out of that encounter. You looked up to see him with his customer service smile & thanked him. You could tell he was about to ask if the food was good.

"Hey asshole, can't you tell we're talking here? Get me a coke while you're out here giving everyone drinks," Jake took Gus' interjection as a rude interruption, arguably going too far. "Jake, he was just being nice. Why are you so-"

"It doesn't matter, Y/N. This guy is some minimum-wage loser that interrupted my conversation with you. He gets paid to make chicken & serve decent members of society like me!" You couldn't help but smirk to stop yourself from outright laughing in his face. Lyle buried his head in his hands, regretting associating with someone like this (Not like Lyle knew, he's best boy).

You looked back up to Gus who now had his cold, soulless stare. You made eye contact with Jake, "That is my boyfriend, the owner of this whole franchise. Decent member of society my ass." The shock on his face from your statement doubled when Gus grabbed him & dragged him out of the restaurant, throwing him outside.

"Do not show your face in a Los Pollos Hermanos ever again," he spoke before wiping his hands together. He turned to you & grabbed your arm, pulling you into his office. You gave him a big hug, but the fact that he didn't hug back scared you a little. You quietly apologized, "I didn't know he was like that. From the looks of it, Lyle didn't know either."

Gus pulled away & brought his hand to your necklace, staring at it silently while brushing his thumb over the lettering. "Gus, I hope you don't think I was into the guy. I love you, only you."

He looked up at you wordlessly before looking back at the necklace. His mind was churning, fighting back every urge to manipulate you into never talking to another man ever again. He promised himself he'd never hurt you but watching you naively satiate every man's need for your attention drove him mad. His intentions weren't to freak you out with silence, rather to protect from the words he could say.

He knew how to stop himself & you from talking. You rambled on about how you were sorry, "Gus, I promise I didn't mean to-"

"Be quiet." Gus gripped the necklace tightly & pulled you forward into a kiss. You were shocked by how this turned around but can't say you were complaining, you thought just a second ago that Gus was going to break up with you.

It was far, far from that.

[manicpixiedgoblin]

Nervous Young Inhumans Masterpost

Jesse Pinkman/OC/Saul Goodman

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

[thinkatoryprocess]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ch 10 of "the only road i've ever been down," Nacho/Lalo, Jesse/Jane, some Nacho/Jane, rated E. Nacho and Lalo survive and rule after killing Gus Fring, and run across Walter White and Jesse Pinkman, only for Walter's ambitions and instincts to introduce some real problems. The final two chapters, in which Lalo's plan against Walter goes down and we find what little resolution we can.

[jesse-pinko]

Now look I simply have to rewrite the beginning of Fait Accompli bc I’m soooo mad my dumb ass didn’t think of this before but!! Mike finding the lab before he finds the bunker, seeing the setup, the familiar equipment, the leash- and it stops him cold, a sudden sense of wrongness like the unmistakable scent of rot, so overwhelming that he can’t quite put the pieces together at first. Then he sees the picture of Brock and Andrea and it hits him all at once, and he’s running out of the lab toward nowhere, not knowing where to even begin looking- have they killed him already, is the evidence of his suffering all that’s left of him, a bloodstained meth lab and a tear stained photograph? Could one of Mike’s own bullets have killed him when he’d opened fire on the Nazis? Then he sees the tarp flapping in the distance, and the next thing he knows he’s looking down through bars at the kid, curled protectively into himself on a filthy mattress, handcuffed and so much smaller than Mike remembers, and heartstoppingly unresponsive the first few times Mike calls out to him. He can’t even get to him at first, not without keys or tools on him- he has to leave him there, in the dark, in the ground, for minutes that seem to stretch on like the desert.

[whydoiexist1406]

Just a lil something I pumped out in like, 20 minutes. It has not been extensively edited, I proofread it once, set your standards very low lmfao.

TWs: vague descriptions of gore and murder, toxic relationships, Waltjesse and Walter White are both their own trigger warnings lmfao.

Jesse was frozen, warm blood on his skin growing cold and tacky, leaving a sickening film over his hands and forearms.

A man, tied up to a chair, sat in front of him.

He barely resembled a man anymore, though.

Eyes bulging, jaw hanging open, teeth and gums ripped and bleeding.

Mr. White stood next to Jesse, hands on his hips, as if admiring his handiwork. Like a father building his son a treehouse might look after days of work.

Jesse didn't flinch when Mr. White finally looked over at him. Mr. White nodded once, silently, as if in approval. As if proud of what Jesse had done.

As if Jesse hadn't done it entirely because he told him to.

The horror curling in Jesse's gut gave way to a warmth that made him want to throw up, as if he could physically purge the part of him that responded to Mr. White's praise without fail.

When Mr. White finally finished cleaning up and made to leave Jesse followed right behind without a word needing to be said, invisible leash tightening around his throat and dragging him along.

They didn't speak as Jesse drove, air tense and charged. Nor did they when Jesse eventually stopped in front of Mr. White's condo.

Everything was still in those seconds before Mr. White opened the passenger door, before he unclipped Jesse's leash and granted him a brief moment of freedom in the form of his absence.

Jesse watched as Mr. White walked up to his front door. Watched as he walked inside and closed it behind him. Only then did Jesse drive off.

His hands clenched on the steering will, white knuckle tight, to stop them from trembling.

Even now he could still feel the phantom sensation of someone else's blood on his hands, dripping from his skin, staining his soul.

Jesse was revolted, but he would do it again, as long as Mr. White looked at him like that again. Like Jesse had done something of value. Something good.

That night, as Jesse lied in bed, other side cold and sending chills up his arms, he tried to forget what he'd done that day, a routine he's becoming very familiar with, and instead wrapped himself in the idea that he meant something to someone like a blanket.

The just out of reach fantasy that Mr. White cared.

[redr1vers]

and what if i did a brba fic rec list like in ye olden days. what then

[anelimjolie]

The Last Frontier

He wasn’t completely sure. He thought it couldn’t be true. But when the boy's gaze lingered on him and his dark brown eyes glittered like ambers in the sun, and he let out his next words with a hitched breath, Jesse’s blood froze and he knew. 

“Jesse?” 

“Brock?” 

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After 10 years in Alaska, Jesse reunites with someone from his past.