Random x Reader Imagines

Jesse Pinkman x Male Reader ~ VI (pt 2)

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the night you finally stayed with Jesse was nice- more than that, it was amazing... that was until you woke up with a cough, "Jesse Pinkman, i'm gonna fucking kill you, i swear to god." you roll over to face him, only to find he was already awake and smirking at you, "worth it." rolling your eyes this time, "i hate you so much right now."

"i know, but it was so worth it..." he said dreamily, smiling at you still, even as you punch his arm, "fuck offfff-" you complain, standing up to use the bathroom. finishing, you lean against the doorway and glare at Jesse, "you're gonna have to learn how to cook."

Jesse hums, then stands to meet you in the doorway and tilts your head up with his knuckles under your chin, "yeah, ight," you don't stop him from kissing you sweetly, "i'm sorry i got you sick," he seemed genuinely concerned, "c'mon, i'll let you wear some of my clothes and make you some soup, alright?"

you nod tiredly and grab his wrist as he turned away. he was confused, but then you hugged him, your head resting somewhere between his chest and shoulder so you could hear his heart beat, "i love you, Jess," he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head, "i love you too, baby boy. c'mon now, let's get you dressed." 

he helped you pull on warm pants and gave you one of his hoodies, the one you loved most on him, then sat you down at the kitchen table. you explain how to make the soup you made him just the other day and it turned out mostly successful.

"how is it?" Jesse asks quietly, watching you almost anxiously. you nod in approval, "it's really good, for your first time ever making it," you smile a bit and pull the hood up onto your head, eyes closing as you smelled him on the fabric. you could hear him stand but didn't open your eyes, even as he kissed the top of your head, "why don't you go back to bed? i'll put the rest of the soup away for now."

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you felt like you'd slept for fifteen years except you kept waking up every thirty seconds, effectively making it feel like fifteen thousand years so when you finally woke up, you weren't more grateful to see Jesse sitting at the end of the bed, "good evening, sleepyhead."

groaning, you roll onto your back and do your best to sit up against the headboard but your arms felt like they were asleep- you guessed you'd slept pretty hard, "wh-what time is it?" you manage out, mouth feeling like a desert, "six pm. you slept through the day- and there's water next to you, if you nee-" he watches you finish off the water without taking a breath, "now you know how i feel."

he chuckles softly as you reply with your middle finger, "shut up," you mumble, head leaning back tiredly after you put the glass back on the side table, "do you want more water?" Jesse makes his way to your side, "yeah, that'd be good," you feel him kiss your forehead and hear him leave the room, but end up falling asleep again.

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it ended up taking longer for you to get better than Jesse had to deal with, which meant you only felt worse for him every time you heard about how he pulled all-nighters to make sure you were okay. he'd done everything from covering you with the blankets when you'd kicked them off to him putting a damp washcloth on your forehead.

he'd reassured you that he was okay, that he just made extra coffee, but you could see the dark circles under his eyes, "please get some rest, Jess, i'll be fine," you tried again but he just shook his head, "i'm fine, baby, trust me. my focus is you right now and getting you better."

you sigh, watching him with tired eyes, "if you need sleep, please get some. i don't want you-" he cuts you off, "hey, i am just fine, alright? it's in the job description to take care of you." you smile, annoyed he'd used your own words against you, "alright, but don't forget it, okay?"

Jesse hums in acknowledgment, kissing your forehead as you fall asleep yet again.

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your joints still ached the next day when you woke up but at least you felt a bit better this time. you hum as Jesse put a damp cloth on your head; it felt nice and made your body feel like a more normal temperature, "how're you feeling?" he spoke in almost a whisper.

finally, you opened your eyes to see him sitting next to you, "like shit." he chuckles, "i'm sorry for getting you sick." you shake your head slowly, "it's alright, Jess, it was bound to happen at some point," you grin up at him and he held your hand with his free one, smiling back, "yeah, i guess so."

later on in the day, Jesse checked your temperature and smiled, "hey, it's down to 100.1, does that mean you're getting better?" you had to look at it yourself to process what he said, "yeah, i must be," you really did feel better, it was more the achy joints that didn't feel great at this point.

he smiles down at you and moves the cloth to kiss your forehead, "are you feeling any better? i mean, as opposed to earlier." you sit up against the headboard (with a bit of help from Jesse) and rub your temples, "yeah, i think so. i'm sore from sleeping so much and i've got a headache but i think i'm feeling less stuffy."

"that's good. you think you're down for some pancakes?" Jesse's eyes lit up excitedly. "ohhh, this is what you're on about, huh? you're hoping i'm better so pancakes can be had?" you tease him, smirking as he shakes his head, "what- no! i just, y'know, want you healthy... and want pancakes..." he trails off, looking down at his hand holding yours.

you laugh hoarsely, booping his nose, "you're adorable, you know that? c'mon, let's go get some pancakes, hm?" he helps you make it out to a seat in the kitchen and you instruct him what ingredients went in which bowl. having mixed up the batter, he spoons some onto the hot griddle.

"when the tops get all bubbly, they're ready to flip," you make your way over to him and hug him from behind, resting your head on his left shoulder. he gives you a side glance, then kisses your cheek before going back to flipping the now ready pancakes, "i love you a lot, you know that?" he says quietly, looking at you again.

tightening your grip around his waist, you nod, "only if you know i love you more." you flick your eyes to his, your heart skipping a beat as you realize how much you love him, "hmm, no, i think i love you more- it's nothing personal, except that it's completely personal." he flips the pancakes onto a plate and spoons more batter on to cook, "i wanna kiss you so bad."

Jesse turns around in your arms to face you, his hand cupping your face lightly. you brush your lips against his, making him whine when you pull away, "i know, Jess, but i promise i'll get better soon, okay?" he watches you sit back down and you start chuckling softly, "what?" his head tilts slightly, confused.

you nod toward the stove top, "you're burning the pancakes."

~

two days later, you two had made up the lost time from being sick and were currently cuddling. you'd tugged on your favourite hoodie of his again, but this time it was clean so you didn't reinfect yourself or Jesse. he kisses your temple and you smile up at him, "i missed kissing you."

Jesse winks at you, your heart melting, "what's stopping you?" you giggle and kiss him gently, only to have him kiss back harder, not that you were complaining. times like this made you appreciate him so much more, not that you didn't appreciate him, but you realized how truly lucky you were to have him in your life. he was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and you were pretty sure he felt the same way.