Rose's and Rust. Heisenberg x reader

An unfortunate beginning

"Fuck fuck fuck don’t die on me, damn it!” you exclaimed, desperately trying to keep who you held in your hands alive.

In your hands lay a wilted, dried up fern that your cat, Mitski, had knocked over while you were away. Its thin leaves were chewed up and ripped out.
You quickly pushed the roots back into the small ceramic pot. Cold water ran over your hands as you pushed the plant into the running stream of the kitchen tap.

Placing the freshly watered plant back in its rightful home, you gave a stern look at Mitski, who was licking her paw, without a care in the world. “How many times have I told you not to mess with my plants?” you asked with an exasperated sigh, “mrew.” she responded, rolling on her back revealing her soft, tantalizing belly. “I hate you.” you lied.
As you stretched your arms over your head, a growl came from your stomach. “Damn, it’s lunch already. What do we have?” peeking your head into your mostly empty cupboards, you whipped out a box of mac and cheese. The expiration date was only a few days ago.

“This'll have to do.” pouring some water into a small pot, you let it rest atop the coil of metal that slowly grew burning hot as you turned the dial. Grabbing a watering can, you walked around the old house that was left to you when your parents died.
It was small, and a bit cramped, but it was all you could afford, as the sprinkle of water rained down on your plants you thought about your dreams, and what you always wanted to do, travel.
You wanted to see the world and explore, unfortunately for you capitalism exists so you were stuck in this boring European city, with just your cat for company.
A drip of water on your sock shook you from your daydream. Letting out a groan of frustration, you marched to your room, grabbed a new sock, and came back with your now mismatched feet. “Can this day get any worse?” as you finished up your watering, a strange smell hit your nostrils, it was like faint rotten eggs.

You tried to ignore it as you tended to your succulents, but the smell just kept coming back, finally you went to investigate what it was, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the few eggs in the fridge were fine, you figured the smell must be coming from outside.
You shut the windows and began to tend to your macaroni.

A few minutes later, you went to grab the cheese packet, but as you turned the ground swayed beneath you, almost like an earthquake was shaking the ground just under your feet.
A splitting headache rippled through your brain as you fell to your knees. “Maybe… maybe I can just go to sleep.” your vision faded to a single pinpoint as you wobbled over to your bed, forgetting the rest of the world, and only thinking of how soft the sheets are.

You awoke to yet another splitting headache, and Mitski licking and batting your face.
“Five more minutes, girl.” she bit down hard on your cheek, drawing blood and fully waking you up. “Ow, what the hell?” you yelled before realizing what was going on.
Sounds of crackling fire echoed throughout the small house. And bright orange light glowed just beyond the short hallway.

Scooping Mitski into your arms, you cautiously walked further into the house. Nearly the entire kitchen was on fire, the oven mitts you had hanging over the stove had dripped into a gooey puddle on the floor. “Crap, how do I get out?” rushing back to your room, you quickly grabbed your old school backpack from the closet. Luckily you still had it as a memento. And gently stuffed Mitski inside, who meowed in protest.

“Sorry girl but I need my hands.” slinging her over your shoulders you rushed to the bathroom that thankfully wasn't on fire.
Water rushed out of the tap and shower head as you turned them on. You stuffed the drains with some junk, and let the water flow out and onto the ground, and your clothes. Once you were dripping wet, you ran out to the kitchen.

Fear glinted in your eyes as you stared into the red hot flames. “Let's hope this works.” running faster than you ever had before.
You raced to the front door as flames licked at your still wet face. In a split second you flung open the door and jumped out into the chilly night air.