Random x Reader Imagines

Jesse Pinkman x Male Reader ~ VI (pt 1)

prompt creds: love-me-a-good-prompt

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

word count: 1,580

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rolling over, you snuggle into Jesse's chest for more warmth. honestly, you could've died happy right then and there... until he started coughing. the fact he coughed wasn't the issue, it was that his chest rattled as he did.

"Jess- are you sick?" you groan tiredly, rolling off the bed, "no, i can't be. i don't feel ba-" he cuts himself off to cough again, "shit." his voice cracks slightly as he rolls to his side.

you give him a sympathetic look and go to get the thermometer from the bathroom and sit next to him on the bed, "open your mouth, put it under your tongue." your voice is still tired but he gives in easily. when it beeps, you lean over to see it and frown, "101.3..."

he whines, giving you puppy eyes, "please tell me you're joking." you rub your eyes and shake your head, "do i look like i'm joking?" he sits up, his blanket falling off his bare chest, "son of a bitch... also why is it so cold in here?"

"i- am not going to answer that-" your eyes trail down his front shamelessly, making him punch your arm, "it's fuckin cold in here, just get a shirt for me." you raise an eyebrow at him, "and why should i do that? i'm not just your butler, y'know."

Jesse watches you with his big blue eyes that never failed to make you weak... this time was no exception. you grab him a cosy shirt and one of your hoodies you knew would help keep him toasty, "you better be glad i love you, Pinkman."

"i do, baby, don't worry," his voice follows you out to the kitchen. you figured he might not be able to keep proper food down, plus you need liquids when you're sick, so you make some egg drop soup for him. sitting next to him on the bed, you offer him the bowl, "here, consume this soup i made with my own two hands-"

he looks between you and the bowl a couple times, "what is it?" you give him your 'bitch please' look, "it's eggs, water and chicken broth. c o n s u m e the soup, Jesse-" "ok, ok, calm down," he starts spooning it into his mouth and you nod, satisfied, "good boy. now you get better- i'm gonna go to not catch whatever you've got. i want you to finish that and go back to sleep, understood?"

"did you really just call me 'good boy' like a fuckin dog?" Jesse says between spoons of soup, "yes, deal with it." you smirk at him before closing the door behind you, hearing him call after you about something that he'd get you back, but you just sit on the couch and wrap a blanket around yourself.

you had to admit, as much as you loved teasing him for being sick, you were already missing his arms around you. tugging the blanket tighter, you try to go back to before it was discovered that Jesse was sick... that was a good sleep.

~

in the end, you didn't manage to sleep anymore. that turned out to be a win because a couple hours later, you went to check on him and smiled a bit, seeing he had gone back to sleep. he looked peaceful, and that made you happy. you'd known him since god knows when and had been there for him all through the shit with Walter White, Jane and pretty much every drug dealer in the surrounding area.

seeing him finally away from all that and moving on to having a relatively normal rest of his life made something in you love him all the more. you were there for every relapse, every depression and PTSD episode, every everything that he went through. he made you happy and you could tell you made him happy too.

that being said, he peaked an eye open, startling you a bit, "i know you're watching me, creeper." you chuckle softly, walking around the bed to the side table, "just observing my boyfriend's pretty face, nothing personal."

he rolls over to face you, groaning as he pressed a hand to his temple, "well, next time do it when i'm f-" you shush him, your cheeks turning pink, "i get the picture, dear, thank you." Jesse just snickers, biting his lip before coughing into the mattress again.

"i may be sick, but that don't mean i can't make you blush still," he looked up at you with some kind of mischief in his eyes, but you take the now-empty bowl from the table to distract yourself, "yeah, well, until you're better, none of that will be happening, mk?"

Jesse sits up and rests a hand on your hip as your cheeks go darker, "i'm guessing i won't be able to change your mind on that?" you pull away, smiling to yourself, "no, Jess, you can't, as much as i want to oblige."

his head tilts slightly, eyebrows furrowing, "how'd i get a boyfriend that says 'oblige'?" you wink at him and turn to leave the room, "the same way you'll get some when you're better." closing the door behind you, you hear him moving around on the bed, and you assumed he was getting comfy for more sleep.

~

a couple days later, Jesse was feeling better already. you'd made some more soup for him but he was getting tired of it quickly and finally gave in when you figured he was able to go back to more substantial food. you decided pancakes seemed like a decent food to start him off on. a small stack of pancakes in one hand, you open the bedroom door, happy to see him sleeping again.

you set the plate down on the side table and rest a hand on his, for once, clothed shoulder, "Jess, hey, wake up," you said softly, watching him eventually open his crystal blue eyes, then smile up at you, "i've got pancakes for you, but i wanna take your temperature first."

he nods a little, then lets you check it, "ahh, 99.8, you've broken your fever! are you a bit warm under all those layers?" Jesse hums quietly as he sits up, "yeah, i feel like i'm gonna sweat to death-" he starts shedding the extra layers and you help, tossing them into a laundry basket. "how're you feeling?"

"ugh, like i slept for like a million years," his voice was gravelly and rough, "can you get me some water?" you kiss his forehead, "of course, be right back-" you go out to the kitchen and fill up a glass, then rejoin him on the bed, "take it easy, it'll still be there," you chuckle at him practically chugging all of it in one go.

turning his attention to the cooling pancakes, Jesse just picks one up with his fingers to eat it, "y'know, i gave you a fork-" he waves a finger at you, effectively silencing you, "i don't wanna hear it right now, as much as i love you, this is not the time-" he starts eating another one, "to criticize my style of eating."

you hold up your hands in surrender and smile as he keeps munching down on the next two pancakes, "good god, those were the best pancakes i've ever had," he leans back against the headboard, looking like he was in heaven, "thank you for taking care of me," he mumbles, giving you a soft smile.

"who else was going to? plus, i'm kinda your boyfriend so it's in the job description," you grin as he laughs weakly, "still, you know what i mean." he pulls the blankets off and scoots closer to you, "now, will you please stay with me? i've missed holding you," honestly, you weren't sure if you'd ever seen him this tender, but you weren't complaining, "yeah, now that you're not contagious anymore."

grinning, he pulls you down into the mattress with him, leaving light kisses over your jawline and neck, "you better not be thinking what i think you're thinking, Jesse Pinkman," you mumble, eyes closed and you feel his hands stop, resting on your stomach, "hey, i'm better now- you said-"

"i know what i said, but your temperature is still higher than normal and you still need a bit of rest. hence, after you're better. you're not better yet," you hated to disappoint him, especially considering the circumstances, but you wanted him feeling better, just in case.

he flops back next to you with a groan, "you're no fun." you only open your eyes to look at him when he pokes your cheek with a finger, "don't tell me i can't even kiss you yet," he gives you his infamous puppy eyes, "bad news, you can't even kiss me yet," the words barely left your mouth before he's already whining like a child.

you sigh and roll onto your side facing him, "hey," he looks at you, eyes more puppy-like than you'd ever seen them, "if i get sick, i'm blaming you," Jesse's eyes seem to brighten at your words, "babe, i will take all the blame until you're better if it means i got to kiss you again." chuckling a bit, you cup his cheek and lean into his lips, humming as he kissed you more.

things might've gotten a little carried away, but boy did you miss him. definitely worth getting sick over.