Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Jesse Pinkman- Tent (a)

Breaking Bad One Shot

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Jesse gave up on trying to put his tent together and instead watched with stooped shoulders as the aluminium skeleton of the tent collapsed on top of the plastic shell. "This is bullshit. What the fuck am I supposed to do if I need a fucking tent and I can't get it to stay up!?" He kicked the pile and returned to his camping chair throne.

"I don't know, maybe if you didn't throw the instructions away you might have figured it out." Badger leant back and admired his fully assembled, ready for sleeping in tent.

"Shut up. Yours was easy, you just had to unzip yours and it popped open. I'm sorry I didn't buy a tent for a fucking child." Badger grinned to himself, adjusted his well-worn beanie and took a long drag of his freshly rolled cigarette.

"I managed to get mine up, I brought exactly the same one as you did." Skinny leant back in his chair and wrapped his hands around the back of his head.

"To be fair Jesse, mine's just a different colour. I think you're just fucking stupid."

"Ah ha... very funny. If you're so smart where's your instructions?" You and Skinny shrugged, you were pretty sure they had made there way onto the campfire a good while ago. "Great, so what am I supposed to do? Sleep outside and get attacked by some crackhead bear or something. Did anybody even bring bear repellent?" He looked around, waiting for somebody to pipe up with something. "Great, so I guess I might as well cover myself in steak sauce and just wait."

"Nah man, you can't do that." Badger smirked.

"Yeah... why not."

"I forgot to bring the steak sauce." Jesse's eyes rolled deeply into his head, he brought his foot swiftly and heavily onto the discarded pile of shelter and kicked it with great hatred.

"Badger and Skinny, you'll both just have to share a tent."

"No way mans." Skinny basked in the sun. "I know you're going to want my tent and I'm not cramming with Badger in that fucking toddler's tent. Why don't you and y/n share?"

"Well it's either that or get eaten by a bear." You taunted. "Look it's me or Badger and I've shared a room with him enough to know that after a few beers he has some fucking powerful sleep farts. I've experienced them on a sofa, I wouldn't want that on an airbed.

"Fine, Jesus. I get the bed though, you can sleep on the floor."

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