#jesse pinkman fluff

[depressopax]

Being in a relationship with Jesse Pinkman would include...

SFW version only + extra headcanons (Smut version can be found here) Pairing: Jesse x gn!reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): Breaking bad spoilers!  Mentions of alcohol, drugs and injury Mentions of trauma Words: 1336 Summary: What would dating Jesse Pinkman be like? English is not my first language so please let me know if I make any mistakes so I can evolve as a writer! :)

He would just LOVE having you around. All the damn time.

For example: When he throws parties in his house, he’ll have you by his side all the time. 

“But Jesse… I need to work!” “Work can wait, babe. I’m having a party!” “But…” “Pleaseeee! It’s not a good party if you’re not around…” “...Fine.”

When he falls in love, he falls hard.

Even if you’ve dated him for a short while, he would express his love for you early on.

He would be very insecure at the beginning of a relationship, so he needs lots of reassurance that he’s doing the right things etc.

He’ll brag about you for everyone, ALL THE TIME.

Jesse: “I’m telling ya! My partner is the best. Skinny Pete and Badger: “...Here we go again.” Walter: “I literally don’t care. We have work to do!”

His love language is touch. Every opportunity he gets, he wants to touch you (with consent ofc) This includes:

- Holding your hand when walking

- When sitting down, he’ll either make sure your legs are touching

- …Or have his hand resting on your thigh. 

- He loves having you sit in his lap, so he can cuddle you and rest his face against your neck. It relaxes him.

Jesse doesn’t mind PDA. He likes showing his you off. He often feels like you are “too good for him”, and therefore wants to brag, because he has such a wonderful (and hot) partner. 

He tends to get awkward when you call him nicknames or show him affection around his friends, since they tease him for being “a simp”.

You like it tho. 

Sometimes you’re extra “lovey-dovey” towards Jesse when his friends are around, just to tease him and watch him blush. 

Since Jesse earns lots of money in the meth business, he would buy you expensive gifts. 

…And make lots of impulsive purchases. 

You try making him stop spending so much money on gifts, but even if he promises to stop, he doesn't… 

He LOVES seeing you wearing his clothes. And if you don’t, he would probably ask you to wear his shirts, when sleeping etc. He just enjoys the sight of it, and for him, it’s the most adorable thing.

His phone would be full of selfies of you and him, but mostly pictures of you. He’s the guy to make you his lockscreen.

The two of you have a playful banter. There’s lot of teasing going on, and you have inside jokes (most of them are mocking Walter together)

He likes playing video games with you. This would be the one of the few times he’s rude. He is very competitive and tends to take games a bit too seriously. 

If he wins the game, he won’t shut up about it. He’ll tease you for it, until you tell him to shut the hell up

…If he loses, tho… He’ll be a baby about it. 

“Impossible! You cheated!” “I’m just better than you, Jesse!” “Yeah, right…” “...Are you mad at me?” “...Maybe”

If you don’t like alcohol and drugs, he would try to not use it in front of you. He would try quitting, but it would be a long journey. He hates seeing you worried for him, and that would be a motivation for him to quit, or at least try.

When cuddling and sleeping - He doesn’t care if he’s the big or little spoon. Whichever you prefer.

Comforting each other. 

Whenever you’re sad or angry, Jesse does everything to cheer you up. He tends to get awkward when someone cries, so he doesn’t know how to react. But he always does his best to cheer you up. 

He would want to introduce you to his friends. He wants everyone to know how amazing you are. 

He also likes the idea of being able to hang out with his friends and his partner at the same time.

But this would also include jealousy and Jesse being overprotective. 

He doesn’t like being the possessive boyfriend type, but if one of his friends tries hitting on you, he'd stare them or “playfully” threaten them. 

If someone flirts with you when he’s around, he either gets really insecure, or will just simply walk up to you and be affectionate (basically his way of saying: “They’re mine, back off bitch”)

This also includes his work. In dangerous situations, he prioritizes your safety before his own. 

…Although you’d probably end up being the one protecting him.

He would probably try keeping the relationship with you a secret, since he’s scared you’ll become a target.

At first, Jesse tried to lie about his career, but him being away for such a long time everyday made you suspicious.

The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was cheating. Afraid of losing you, he decided to tell you the truth.

You were shocked, of course. 

…But most of all, you were concerned. Knowing how dangerous his work is, and how he risks going to jail or getting killed, you got very worried for him.

It would probably lead to arguments, since you both are so concerned for one another. 

Learning he’s too stubborn to quit, you give up the attempts to convince him.

But he would definitely make promises to you, that he will be careful, and not shut you out.

Jesse wants good communication with his partner, and the two of you would always be honest, and never keep secrets from each other. 

In his free-time, he spends a lot of time with you. 

If you guys don’t share the same interests, that’s ok with him.

He tries being a supportive boyfriend, and you’re the one to decide where to go and what to do. 

This includes small, simple things, such as: Food, movies, music and games.

Even if he’s bored, he’ll try to not show it. (...Although he would fall asleep against you when watching your favourite/”boring” movies)

Date nights include going to loud parties and getting wasted, going to a bar or restaurant etc…

But it can also be “calm” dates - watching movies at home and eating snacks or playing video games. 

This man gets beaten up ALOT. He tries hiding it from you (but fails in every way). You are the one that patches him up and cleans his wounds.

At first, he thought it was embarrassing that his partner had to take care of his wounds, but he grew to like it.

Having you tending him feels good.

…And he loves watching your focused face when you clean his wounds and patch him up if needed.

Jesse also enjoys hearing you mutter threats against the person that beat him up. 

He may be protective over you, but you’re also very protective over him. 

His “enemies” are your enemies. 

When moving to Alaska, you would come with him.

He refused at first, since he was scared that something would go wrong.

But it was the opposite. You both got a fresh new start, and under new identities, you guys could finally have a normal life.

He wants to take things slow, but he also wants to marry you one day.

And eventually start a family too, if you want to. He wants to have children with the person he loves, and be able to give them the life he never had.

He would be such a good dad omg

After all the stress and trauma he’s been through, he just wants to “settle down” and live a calm life together with you. 

He would also want pets lol

I see him as a dog person, so he would definitely, with or without your liking, buy a dog. 

(Going out on long walks at winter with the dog <3)

He has lots of trauma, and has moments where he doubts himself and has breakdowns, but having you around helps him alot.

Of course, you are always there to support him and help him through difficult times. 

…Basically: Your relationship would be so pure, dramatic but sweet.

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[cappincooks]

𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗸.

pairing: jesse pinkman x gender-neutral reader

type: fluff

overview: you were woken up by jesse forgetting to stop the microwave timer before it goes off at 2 am.

you felt shifting from across the bed you shared with jesse. it felt like he was careful and intentionally being gentle to not wake you up. though this wasn't different from any other night. he usually gets up in the middle of the night to take a leak, so you drift back to sleep.

"ah shit shit shit shit, fuck-"

you hear jesse screaming in lowercase letters from the kitchen, it was filled with the sound of your microwave beeping. shifting your heavy eyes from the ceiling, you check the time on your bedside clock: 2:03 am.

sighing, you decided to sit yourself up on your bed and checked up on him. "...jess?"

"uh yeah yeah, sorry. i forgot to turn the damn thing off in time." you hear him pushing some buttons. "i got hungry. wanna eat with me?"

you were dozing off while he was explaining the commotion, to your defense you did get woken up abruptly a few hours earlier than you were supposed to.

hearing only silence, jesse poked his head in your bedroom and saw you were sleeping. he quietly approached your side and covered you in your blanket, which woke you up.

"huh? oh yeah, i could join you. sorry i dozed off, just tired is all."

"nah, you could sleep in if you want to." he tenderly touched your cheek. his eyes were piercing enough to make you feel giddy like you were finally talking to your high school crush, but soft enough to let you know everything would be okay.

you put your hand on top of his, which was resting on your cheek. "it's fine, i kinda got hungry too." you kiss his hand before you stood up from the bed to enter the dimly lit kitchen.

"what'd you make anyway?"

"uhh, poptarts."

"didn't grab your good 'ol funyuns?" you looked back in his direction, quietly giggling.

"oh i would if i could yo, but we ran out of those a few days ago, like zero. but i could make you eggs if you want?" you could hear jesse's quiet footsteps from behind you.

"my boyfriend? cooking? in what world?" you giggled as you leaned on his kitchen island as you fixate your sight on him approaching you with a smirk.

there was no light turned on in the kitchen, just the natural light coming from the moon slithering in through his window blinds was shining on his face. it was enough for you to adore him.

as he was approaching you, his eyes never left yours. his arms found their way to your waist like it was second nature to him already. you do the same thing to him, hopefully, you make him feel loved as he does with you.

"i can cook." his voice raspy, he smirks. his face inches away from yours, he playfully rubs his nose against your own.

"mhm. sure you can." you sleepily replied.

"yeah i can. if it's for you, i can do anything."

you felt a ticklish feeling in your stomach. you were always like this whenever you were with jesse. he just makes you feel amazing, special, loved. you don't know how he does it.

you figured jesse wouldn't notice your overly blushing face in the dark, but he apparently did.

"cute." he remarks.

you rub his cheek, "what is?"

"you're blushing." he chuckles.

"shut up pinkman." you gently pushed him away as you laughed, embarrassed.

he smoothly picks himself up from your push and picked up a pan. hopefully it was clean? both of you hate doing the dishes.

"pinkman," he stopped in his tracks, fixating on the frying pan. "it suits you." he says nonchalantly while grabbing some eggs from the fridge.

you were an even bigger blushing mess now. what did he mean by that? like, did he mean marrying you? or was it something random?

he looks over his shoulder, chuckling when he noticed you were silent. "relax, babe. your face was just really pink earlier so. pinkman. get it?"

"oh," you laughed the embarrassment off.

"one day though." he winks at you as he started frying up some eggs.

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[ichorai]

sunlight ; jesse pinkman.

track thirteen of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; jesse pinkman x gn!reader

synopsis ; yellow was not a color he often saw in alaska. that was, until you came into his life.

words ; 4.2k

themes ; fluff, angst, slice of life, writer au

warnings / includes ; breaking bad & el camino spoilers, mentions of death/walter/drugs/the nazi group that imprisoned him, jesse is just Traumatized, reader is a sweetheart, jesse befriends a Cat <3

main masterlist.

The color yellow often resurfaced bad memories of his past. Yellow were the hazmat suits he wore with Walt when they cooked meth. Yellow were Jane’s bed sheets when she overdosed right next to him. Yellow were the broiling sands of New Mexico—a place he once called home.

Now that he was in Alaska, yellow was a color he scarcely ever saw. And for that he was glad. Mostly, it was white. With snow—with clouds. Maybe a dash of brown and grey here and there, alongside the occasional green once in a while. 

It was quiet. Peaceful.

After everything, a bit of peace was all that Jesse needed.

That is, until you came along.

The first time he met you, you were decked out in an array of soft canary-hued clothes, certainly a sight that he wasn’t expecting at all. You were smiling brightly, so wide that it was a wonder your face hadn’t split into two. There was a basket in your hands, which held nothing other than around a dozen ripe lemons. 

“Urm, hello?” Jesse hesitantly greeted, opening the door wider. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Sorry for dropping by all of a sudden—I live around five minutes away, and there’s barely anybody that lives near me other than grouchy old Bob, so when I found out someone had moved into this shabby little cabin, I just couldn’t help but stop by! Here, I got you a little house-warming gift. I hope you like lemons!” You held the basket out to him, still beaming ever so kindly.

Awkward, Jesse took the lemons from you, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ah, thanks. I’m Jared. Jared Driscoll.”

“Well, it’s really nice to meet you, Jared. Hope it’s not weird for me to say that it’s great to see a young face around,” you told him, rocking back on your heels. “Most people living around here are over sixty.”

Memories of Walter, Saul, and Mike flashed in the back of his mind, and he could nearly feel the physical pressure weighing down on his chest. He squared his jaw and pushed the thoughts away.

“Yeah,” replied Jesse, nodding. “Thanks again, for, uhm, these.”

He was just about to shut the door again, mentally smacking himself for being so tongue-tied, before you gently asked, “If you’re not doing anything tonight, I’d love to have you over for dinner. No pressure, though, I’d totally understand if you’d want to settle in first.”

No, was right on the tip of his tongue. No thanks, I’m a little busy with unpacking my stuff. I mean, I don’t have any stuff, but you don’t need to know that.

But the words caught in his throat. You looked so hopeful, your hands clasped behind you and your eyes wide with excitement. You were still smiling—how were you still smiling? His eyes darted down to your yellow cardigan rustling with the frigid Alaskan wind. 

“Uhm, alright,” he replied, shooting you a tight smile that came off more like an uncomfortable grimace than anything, but at least he was trying. 

Somehow, you seemed to brighten even more at his response. 

“Cool, is seven okay with you? I still need to clean up a bit before dinner.”

Jesse nodded wordlessly, a strange, giddy warmth pooling into his abdomen—a feeling he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. It was excitement. Jesse couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely been excited for something.

“Alright, to get to my place, you just walk up the main road for a while, until you see a fork in the road—take a right, and walk for a bit, then you’ll see my house. In case you wanna make sure it’s my place, the mailbox has a pink handprint on it, but I doubt you’ll get confused—it’s not a very crowded neighborhood, huh?” 

Jesse thanked you again as you left, smiling at you—genuinely, this time. 

Two packs of crushed crackers were gripped within one of his hands. It was all he had in his pantry, and he didn’t know what the etiquette was like around here, so he brought them just to be safe.

There was a lot of yellow to your house. He caught sight of the lemon tree in the corner of your living room, situated right against a window for optimum sunlight. You had a pale yellow carpet beneath the dining table, and sheer curtains hanging over the window of the same shade. You even had a little white cat, who had wound around Jesse’s legs with a mewl, staring up at him with large amber eyes. 

You apologized profusely, bending down to pick her up. “Sorry, she’s not usually this friendly around strangers. This is Yuki—means snow in Japanese.”

A smile itched at the corner of his lips. “No worries. I’m cool with cats. I, uh, I like her name.”

Seemingly relieved, you put Yuki back down, and ushered him to the table. In the center was a clear vase, holding a variety of ochre and purple wildflowers. 

“Hope you’re alright with spaghetti—I’m not that great of a cook, but I make a mean spaghetti,” you said, grinning as you disappeared into the kitchen to brandish a large bowl of pasta. His stomach growled at the smell of marinara sauce—he couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent bowl of warm, homemade food.

“No, yeah, that’s great,” he reassured. Silence stretched between the two of you as you began to ladle heapfuls of the noodles onto his plate, making sure to add a generous helping of meatballs with it. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “I haven’t had the chance to thank you, so… thanks.”

You grinned at him kindly, before sitting right across from him. “It’s no problem, I promise. To be honest, it gets really lonely here sometimes. I’m glad you moved in.”

Jesse could only give you a small smile in return, before digging into his food. It was better than anything he’d had in months, though it wasn’t much of a competition. The past few weeks had been nothing but stale sandwiches and tough jerky that wore out his jaw.

“This is really good,” he said around a mouthful of pasta, forgetting his tableside manners for a moment. You didn’t seem to mind, only beaming all the brighter.

“I’m glad! Wish I could grow my own fresh tomatoes to make the sauce with but—it’s almost always freezing cold here,” you chuckled lightly. You twirled some pasta over your fork. “Which is why I grow lemon trees—they can withstand the cold pretty well.”

“How long have you been living here?” asked Jesse, finding himself genuinely curious about you.

You hummed in thought. “Four years ago, I think. I just needed some peace and quiet—and where better than Alaska, you know? I’m a writer, see, and I used to think that I had to live in a bustling city to make connections and meet more people in the industry to be successful but… I don’t know, I think a part of me always felt trapped in a corner. I feel free here.”

“Yeah,” replied Jesse, distant. “I get that. So, uh, you’re a writer, huh? What do you write?”

“Short stories, mostly. Sometimes I dabble in longer novels, and sometimes I’ll dip my toe into nonfiction. Depends on what my publishers want from me and also what I personally want to write,” you said, before taking a sip of water. Blanching, you quickly added, “Oh, I’m so sorry, you’re my guest and I haven’t even asked a single thing about you. What about you? What’re you doing up in the middle of nowhere, Alaska, Jared?”

The new name felt so foreign—so strange coming from you. He wondered how it’d sound if you said his real name. Jesse.

At your question, a myriad of memories flashed into the front of his thoughts once more. Mike, Walt, Jane, Badger, Skinny Pete, the meth, the drugs, his parents…

He pursed his lips. 

Sensing he was a bit uncomfortable, he was surprised when you only nodded in gentle understanding, quietly saying, “It’s alright. You don’t have to tell me. We all have our reasons.”

The reassuring smile that quirked the corner of your lips upward made his heart just a little heavier. You were just so… nice. It was a bit baffling. An extremely stark comparison to his time kept prisoner by the group of Nazis. 

“You got space for dessert?” you queried, tilting your head in the most adorable of ways, snapping him out of his reverie just when the atmosphere began returning back to its original light-hearted state. “I made lemon pie!”

It took him a little under a month to fully settle in. His house was still sparse and relatively empty, but he’d bought a nice new couch to lay back on and a frumpy little lamp he had gotten for free at an antique store. The old lady that worked there had pinched his cheeks and given it to him for free, despite the crumpled bills he was just about to hand over.

She told him that she reminded her of her grandson, and insisted on giving it to him for no charge. Acquiescing, Jesse took it home with him. Who was he to turn down something free, anyway?

He’d gotten himself a job as a carpenter, building together new little cabins not far from where he lived for adventuring tourists or more old couples that would inevitably migrate here in search of some peace and quiet. Most of his free time was spent dillying in his house, reading random books he’d borrow from the musty little library in the small town (he was pleasantly surprised to find a collection of your works on one shelf)—or he’d find himself at your house, playing Scrabble with you, or listening to you ramble about your day, or babysitting your cat when you had to go off to meet with your publisher. 

It was safe to say that he’d grown rather fond of you.

And that scared him. Rightfully so—the last two times he’d genuinely cared about someone… he’d lost both of them.

But that was in the past now. Jesse was trying to move forward. With you by his side, hopefully.

One of the benefits of being a carpenter was that he had a nearly infinite supply of spare wood on his hands. He’d been meaning to make you a little thank you gift for how nice you’d been to him his first few weeks in Alaska. He certainly hadn’t been expecting any sort of hospitality whatsoever before he’d arrived. 

And so Jesse built you a little birdhouse. It was relatively small and admittedly not his most skillful craft, but he thought it wasn’t too shabby. He’d even stopped by a hardware store to grab some paint, and added a thin coat of light yellow to the outside of the birdhouse. The roof was colored a sweet shade of pink—he’d meant to color it red, but the crimson had accidentally mixed into the white on his brush, and he decided that the pink would look better, anyways. 

The day after, he was on your doorstep, ringing the bell with an excited flutter to his stomach, rocking back and forth on his heels. 

You swung the door open, smiling upon seeing him. He interestingly noted that you were wearing large yellow overalls, hair tied away from your face. You looked so darned cute—it made him clam up for a second and forget what he’d come here for. 

“Hey!” you greeted, stepping to the side so he could amble in. “It’s nice to see you, I was literally just about to call you to ask if you wanted to watch a movie tonight, or something—ooh, whatcha got there?” Your eyes widened as you looked at the little wooden house cradled in his palms. 

“It’s for you,” said Jesse, holding it out. “It’s a, uhm, a birdhouse.” 

Your expression melted into one of pure affection, and you grinned impossibly wider, before surging forward and throwing your arms around him in a quick hug. Before he could even begin to think about reciprocating the embrace, you were already pulling away, holding the birdhouse up to eye-level to observe it closer. “Oh, my God, Jared, this is gorgeous—I can’t thank you enough. Did you make it yourself?”

Chuckling nervously, Jesse nodded an affirmative, scratching the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. “It was nothing, really. Just had some scrap wood.”

“I love it,” you told him. The words made warmth coil about the bones of his ribs, spreading down to the tips of his fingers and crawling up the skin of his neck. “Nobody’s ever made me something like that before! You’re really too sweet, Jared. I’ll hang it outside in a bit.”

Carefully, you placed the little house on your table. A quiet meow roped both of your attentions lower, where Yuki was winding between both of your legs, tail curled around Jesse’s shins. He bent down to gently scratch beneath her chin, earning him a contented purr. 

The three of you made your way to the couches, and you ushered Jesse to sit down, after you rushed to go pour him a steaming cup of coffee. 

“It’s freezing out,” you told him, curling up beside the man and handing him the mug, before taking a sip from your own. Yuki made herself comfortable between the two of you, tucking her nose behind her tail and shutting her eyes for a nap. “Hopefully you can stay and defrost for a bit before heading back out?”

He hummed, appreciative of the idea. Being with you was… comforting, to say the least. It was peaceful, and quiet, and made his heart ache like nothing else. Dare he say—domestic. It reminded him of his short-cut time with Jane. 

At the thought of her, thorns pierced through his lungs and he forced his gaze away from you. He caught sight of a small pile of papers on your coffee table, and he leaned forward to pick one up. You fiddled with the mug in your hands, nervous.

“Oh, wow, is this what you’ve been writing?” His eyes swept along the first few lines, finding himself utterly impressed. “Yo, this is, like, really damn good.”

“Really?” you asked, sitting up straighter, a hopeful look to your expression. “I’ve been in a weird word-vomit mood lately—ever since I met you, I just haven’t been able to stop.”

Jesse risked a glance to you, muffling a smile. “I may not know much about writing but this is… next level, dude. It’s like I can see it all in my head. Like a movie but with… words?” 

“Gosh, Jared, you really know how to compliment someone,” you lightly scoffed, hiding your beam behind your mug. “You can keep that copy if you want. Here—” Shifting to brandish a pen from your pocket, you signed his name right under your printed one. 

Jesse peered over to look, the smile cracking through his exterior.

For Jared Driscoll.

“You know what’s funny,” you murmured, eyes glued to his fake name on the paper. “You’ve never really pegged me as a Jared Driscoll.”

For a long moment, Jesse could’ve sworn his heart stopped in his chest. “Oh, yeah? Why, uh… why’s that?”

You shot him a glance, before smiling sweetly, handing him the papers back for him to keep. “I don’t really know—it just doesn’t suit you, I guess. Jared Driscoll sounds so—rough’n’tough, you know? You don’t strike me as the rough’n’tough kind of guy. You’re too sweet for that.” You shrugged, sinking further into the couch and running the tips of your fingers along Yuki’s back. 

Jesse stared at you for a moment longer. Your words brought a certain kind of comfort to him that he never knew he needed. The affirmation that he was still a good person in your eyes—it meant more to him than he thought it would.

“Thanks,” he said, hesitant, though he gently quirked the corner of his lips into a mild grin. He sipped his warm coffee before adding on, “I think you’re sweet, too.”

“You never told me when your birthday was,” you told him, an accusing lilt to your words. Jesse’s brows rose. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, having just woken up no less than three minutes ago to the door ringing. 

Wordlessly, he swung his door open wider so you had space to shuffle in, still glaring at him.

“It’s been a year since you moved in,” you carried on. There was a slight pouty pucker to your lips, face creased into a frown. Jesse thought you were too damned cute to take your annoyance too seriously. “And we haven’t celebrated your birthday once!” 

“Bah, it’s not a big deal,” he finally said, yawning behind a fist and waving your words away.

Your little frown deepened. “Well, I’m sorry I missed it,” you softly said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “But I got you something anyway.”

From out of seemingly nowhere, you brandished a large brown paper bag, dangling it in front of him on the tips of your fingers. When he narrowed his blue eyes and suspiciously darted his gaze between you and the bag, you huffed out a small laugh, jerking your chin towards the gift. “Go on—open it!”

The bag crinkled loudly beneath his grip as he took it from you. With one last questioning look to you, he turned it over, and out fell a large yellow hoodie, cloud-soft in his palms. It looked like it was the exact right size for him, and he sent you an incredulous glance. 

“This is sick, Y/N, thanks,” he said, a genuine beam itching at his mouth. “Perfect size—and it’s yellow, too!”

For a moment, you looked a bit unsure. “If you don’t like the color, I can always switch it out—it’s just, you’re always wearing neutrals, I thought it’d be nice to give you something colored.”

Jesse looked to the hoodie, then back at you. 

Sure, yellow brought back bad memories. Far too many, and not nearly distant enough in his past. 

But yellow was your color—and he rather liked how it looked on you.

“Nah,” he said, patting your shoulder once, then twice, “I like it, really. I like it a lot.”

Two years in Alaska meant nearly two years with you.

You’d become the one constant in his life—one that he wouldn’t mind being around for the rest of it, as well. 

The two of you were sitting side by side on a frosty hill, watching the sun set. A breathtaking mirage of clementines and peaches bled through the sky just when the sun dipped slowly beneath the horizon. A faint, cold wind tousled your hair, rustling the blades of grass around you. It was meant to be a celebratory picnic of sorts, but the two of you decided it was too cold to eat out, and opted to just sit and relax for a bit before heading back inside and having dinner. Wordlessly, you handed him a pack of chips from the little basket you’d brought for the failed picnic, and he wrestled it open, popping one into his mouth. Simultaneously, you bit down on a crisp apple, wiping the spurting juices away with the back of your hand. 

“I can’t believe it’s been two years,” said Jesse, mindlessly tracing shapes into the cold grass. “Time flies, huh?”

You hummed in agreement. “It does.”

Jesse turned to look at you, watching the side of your face relax along with the disappearance of the sun. The last few moments of golden sunlight bathed you in a gentle glow and drew the most beautiful of shadows across your features. You brushed some stray hairs out of your face, the sleeve of your oversized flaxen sweater swallowing your arm. He really couldn’t deny himself anymore—he was completely and utterly in love with you.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said. He wanted to tell you the truth. Obviously not all of it—not all at once—but he wanted you to know. Jesse trusted you more than anyone else in his entire life. Maybe that made him an idiot, but… he was willing to risk the chance with you.

Curious, you tilted your head questioningly, laying your hands and face against your raised knees. The very edge of your shoulder brushed against his arm. You raised your eyebrows expectantly.

“You were right,” he finally said. 

“Right about what?” You were starting to look mildly concerned. 

Jesse inhaled deeply. “Jared Driscoll doesn’t suit me at all because… it’s not my real name.”

Surprise flooded your expression, but not too much of it—as if you’d always had an inkling all along.

“So what’s your real name?” you asked, all gentle, slightly afraid. Afraid that you’d lose him after so long—after getting attached.

“Jesse Pinkman,” he responded, tearing his gaze away from you, not sure if he wanted to see your reaction. “My middle name is Bruce.”

To his complete surprise, you let out a sudden laugh, before clamping your hands to your mouth. He snapped his head back to look at you, a contagious, incredulous grin touching the corner of his lips. 

“Bruce like Batman?” you asked, slightly muffled behind your palms. He nodded, and you let out another chortling laugh. Relief wove through the very fibers of his muscles at your relaxed disposition. You smiled at him, all soft and glowing. It made Jesse’s stomach knot together uncomfortably. “I think it suits you. Much more than Jared Driscoll.”

You tested his name out, enunciating different syllables in various ways, your grin growing nearly double its size. 

“Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman. Jesse Pinkman—”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Jesse snorted, grabbing the apple in your hand and gently pushing it back into your mouth. With a halfhearted glare, you bit down into it anyway.

Around a mouthful of apple, you told him, “You have a pretty name.” You swallowed down the apple and quietly asked him, “Why are you using a fake one?”

Jesse hesitated, directing his gaze to the ground. His smile melted away. “Maybe that’s a story for another time.”

Bobbing your head in understanding, you smiled at him, still so very genuine it made his heart ache.

“Since we’re sharing secrets… well, mine isn’t exactly a secret, but I didn’t move to Alaska for the peace and quiet. I mean, I did, but that wasn’t really the reason why I left the city.” You cleared your throat, eyes getting slightly misty. “I lost my best friend in a car crash while she was on call with me seven years ago. A part of me will always think that it’s my fault that she died. So I moved to Alaska to get away from everything. From the city, and all those cars… and all the people. It was really hard being here at first. It was cold, and lonely, and sometimes just plain old boring. But honestly?” You tentatively reached over to place your palm over his. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

The sun was long gone by now, and Jesse found himself missing how you looked in its soft yellow glow. 

“Best decision both of us made,” he murmured, nodding. Jesse quite liked the feeling of your hand on top of his. “I came to Alaska because I, uh… I lost everyone. Everything.”

You smiled—all soft and devastating. He could feel a part of his heart crumbling into a heap of sand within his chest. Nimbly, he turned his palm over to intertwine your fingers with his cold ones.

“Well, you haven’t lost me, Jesse,” you told him, so quiet that it was nearly lost to the breeze.

Jesse wanted to cry at those words. He blinked away the stinging feeling at the top of his nose, and could only muster a grateful, teary nod. 

“I, uhm, I’ve only been in love twice before in my life,” he whispered to you, swallowing the lump in his throat. “And both times, they died while I was right there—helpless. I’ve healed and I’m moving on, but, uh… I’m terrified of losing you the way I lost them, Y/N.”

Shifting, you turned so you could fully face him, now clasping both hands onto his right one. Firmly, you repeated yourself, “You haven’t lost me, Jesse. You won’t. Whatever hurt you back in New Mexico is long gone now. The past is far behind you. You have a fresh start. And I’ll be there with you—every step of the way.” 

The color yellow often resurfaced bad memories of his past. Yellow were the hazmat suits he wore with Walt when they cooked meth. Yellow were Jane’s bed sheets when she overdosed right next to him. Yellow were the broiling sands of New Mexico—a place he once called home.

There wasn’t much yellow in Alaska, and for that he’d been grateful. 

But maybe… maybe yellow wasn’t so bad. 

After all, yellow was your color—and it looked beautiful on you.

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[niki-phoria]

pairing: jesse pinkman x male!reader genre: fluff word count: 418

a/n: i've been rewatching breaking bad again and i need more jesse x male reader fluff so enjoy

“no!” 

“yes!” you cheer, throwing the controller to the side to celebrate your victory. jesse dramatically sighs next to you, sliding to lay sideways on your couch. he covers his face with his hands, peeking through his fingers and smiling at you. you’re oblivious to it, still high on the excitement of winning. you kneel down next to him, pulling him to sit up. you move to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “i win.” 

“you did,” jesse smiles, hands gently holding your hips. you pull back when he leans up, smiling at his small whine. 

“what’s my prize?” 

“will a kiss suffice, my prince?” jesse playfully raises an eyebrow. you bite back a smile, pretending to debate it for a minute. 

“hm, a prince deserves more than a just one kiss, don’t you agree?” jesse’s hands move underneath your shirt, gently rubbing against your bare skin. you hope he doesn’t notice how the feeling makes you shiver. 

“how about… i give you a kiss, and i make us breakfast?” 

“you do make great eggs,” you sigh, moving your hand to cup jesse’s cheek. “i guess i can accept.”

jesse smiles, finally pulling you down into a sweet kiss. you lean down to kiss him again before he shifts to push you down onto the couch. he pulls back with a sweet smile before his hands gently tickle your sides, making your flinch and laugh, pushing his hands away. “good. now, let me go make my great eggs.” 

you’re quick to follow after him, leaning the counter as you watch him prepare breakfast. it feels so intimate to watch him do something so mundane, consciously cracking enough eggs for two portions and separating the two so your omelet doesn’t have green bell peppers. 

jesse stands over the stove, carefully flipping the eggs so they don’t burn. you can’t help yourself, quietly making your way over to wrap your arms around his waist, leaning against his back. he jumps a little before chuckling, turning the burner down and turning around to face you. he gently pushes you back against the counter before pulling you into another kiss. he presses his forehead against yours when he pulls away, looking down at you with a lovestruck smile. 

“what?” you laugh. 

“i’m so in love with you,” he smiles. 

you fake groan, hiding your face into his chest. “don’t get all sappy on me.” 

jesse laughs, wrapping his arms around you. “you love sappy.” 

“only from you,” you hum. 

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[miloxo]

Chemistry and Connection: A Jesse Pinkman x Reader Fanfiction | Pt. 1

You were struggling in your chemistry class and you caught the attention of Jesse Pinkman, a former student from the same school. Jesse was not known for being academically gifted. Despite this, he offered to tutor you in an effort to spend time with you.

As you worked on chemistry problems together, you couldn't help but notice how patient and kind Jesse was. You found yourself looking forward to your study sessions and the way Jesse explained complex concepts in a way that was easy to understand.

As the semester went on, you began to develop feelings for Jesse. You tried to ignore them, thinking that they were just a silly crush. But one day, while you were studying, Jesse looked up from his notebook and caught your eye. He smiled at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat. He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek.

"Thanks for a great study session, [Your Name]. I had a lot of fun today," Jesse said.

You blushed and smiled. "I had fun too, Jesse. You're an amazing tutor."

Jesse took your hand and looked into your eyes. "I know this might sound crazy, but I feel like we have a real connection. Would you like to go out with me sometime?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You couldn't believe that Jesse was asking you out. You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement and happiness.

"I would love to go out with you, Jesse," you said. "When were you thinking?"

Jesse grinned. "How about this weekend? I'll think of something really special for us to do."

You nodded, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. You knew that you would always be grateful to Jesse for helping you with chemistry and for opening your heart to the possibility of love and a real connection.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

can you do anything with jesse being happy please? i'm in pain and i want him to be happy. maybe winter hcs or domestic hcs like doing chores or shopping with him?

• Jesse really hoped no one had a camera lying around right now

• It had taken a whole two hours of you pleading and bribing him to end up where the both of you are now

• Sitting on the floor of his little flat, bows and braids sticking out from Jesse's hair, the both of you withholding very different emotions about the situation you had found yourselves in

• Every now and then when you would go to braid another peice of hair while Jesse flipped through t.v channels, you would accidently pull too hard. Resulting in a loud "yo! bitch!!"

• A grumpy frown stayed on his face the entire time but you knew better than to let him make you think he wasn't enjoying it. You'd come to learn throughout your years as close friends that he enjoyed people playing with his hair. If Jesse considered you close enough to even let you do that of course

• But just because he was enjoying it didn't mean that he wouldn't be difficult. Per usual

A grunt slipped from your lips as Jesse elbowed you in the ribs for the third time that hour. A nice bruise was probably already forming, something you'd complain about later.

In return you had settled for smacking him on the top of the head, snorting at the way he whined at the harsh contact.

"Sit still asshole. If Badger could do it you can too." You huffed. Your hands looped another peice of hair around another, grabbing a rubber band from the pile of colorful ones behind you to tie the thing off.

"He let you braid his hair?" Jesse asked curiously as you snapped the thing in place.

"Yeah. And let me do it without calling me a bitch." You stuck your tounge out at Jesse as he turned to look at you, resulting in a playful punch to the arm. You would have faked being wounded if your fingers were busy mussing up Jesse's hair evily.

"And don't act like you're not having fun anyways. A day off from work and that fucking bastard Walter White so you can watch t.v and eat junk food? A few messy knots is hardly an unfair price to pay." The words flowed from you in a matter of fact manor. Jesse simply rolled his eyes with a barely concealed smile. He knew you were right after all. He just found it fun to poke fun at you.

"Alright alright yo, stop guilt tripping me. But promise you'll let me do your hair after this. Otherwise I'm taking this all out right now. Bitch." His hands fiddled with the graphic tee he was wearing while you contemplatd the offer. Picking at the image that had been ironed onto the front. It was just a few flecks of white and red now, but had used to read Suck My Dick in a glittery font. Christmas gift courtesy of you.

"Fine. But if you rip out any of my hair I'm going to kick you in the balls."

"Deal yo."

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[cillianmurphyfckme]

↳ ❝ [ignacio ‘nacho’ varga x f! reader ] ¡! ❞

✧. ┊    fluff/angst ; i love nacho sm ; headcanons

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ PART ONE: falling in love

.ೃ࿐ you met nacho at your favourite restaurant ‘los pollos hermanos’. your friend set you up for a date, because she thought that you needed a boyfriend (she doesn’t care that he was a random guy from a gas station) she just wanted you to be happy, because all of your relationships were toxic and you were tired of being used by everyone. you didn’t want to go to this date, you just wanted to stay in your bed and watch some stupid movies. but your friend was so dear to you, so you decided to go on this dumb date.

.ೃ࿐ the date was horrible; the man was a total creep and jerk, and you felt anxious. but you had a rescue, and your hero was nacho. he was sitting at the restaurant with lalo, because he needed to do some business with the owner. he saw how uncomfortable you were, and he couldn’t stand this man, his attitude, or how he spoke to you. varga has respect for women, so he couldn’t just ignore this situation, because he would have remorse.

.ೃ࿐ after nacho told this guy ‘nicely’ to leave you alone, you felt how your muscles relaxed. you were glad that someone in this world actually cared about others, because you knew that you alone would never win with this creep. you thanked your ‘hero’ and introduced yourself, as he does the same thing. you were intrigued by his person and mostly his look, and because you had never met that attractive man, you knew that you would want to try to have something with him.

.ೃ࿐ it's been a few days since nacho gave you his phone number; you received a message from him asking if you wanted to come over to his house and probably get to know each other better. you agreed to this invitation, and you wondered if he was finally the right person to be with. maybe you have been kind of weird, but you cannot stop thinking about him. you didn’t know why; maybe you were just naive, and he is going to be another person who breaks your heart? maybe. but at this moment, you didn’t care about it.

.ೃ࿐ the little ‘date’ at his house was incredible; you couldn’t remember when you laughed as much as with him. you two were just talking about life. nacho was a great listener, and he preferred to listen to you talk about yourself, because he thought that you were more interesting than him. he was a charming but also very intelligent man, and you were glad, that he was interested in you. all your life, you have met dumb men, but somehow you were falling in love with them (even if they didn’t love you back), or maybe you never had been truly in love; it was the question you asked yourself for years.

.ೃ࿐ this fantastic date was only the beginning. you started to hang out with ignacio more and more, and your feelings for him started growing stronger. you admire everything about him, even the little things like how his nose wrinkles while he is smiling. you were in love with his smile. he admired you as well; he loved how innocent you were, and even if you were hurt by every person in your life, you still were positive, and he loved that energy.

.ೃ࿐ nacho was confused by how easily you gained his trust; of course, you didn’t know about his specific business, because he wanted to keep you safe. but he felt comfortable with you, like he could finally be himself without being judged. he never felt that with anyone; even if he had his ‘girlfriends’ it just wasn’t the same. he doesn’t need to have sex with you to want to spend time with you. to be honest, he was happy just watching you sleep on his lap or hearing how you laughed at your own jokes.

.ೃ࿐ after almost two months of your relationship, you decided to confess your feelings to nacho. you were sure, that you wanted a serious relationship with him. you also wanted ignacio to know that he was your safe place, even if you had known him for only a few months. your confession wasn’t super creative; you just kissed him, praying that he would kiss you back (of course he kissed you back; he wanted to do this a long time ago). you & nacho could never have been happier.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ PART TWO: ‘betray’

.ೃ࿐ your relationship with ignacio was a dream come true. he was the first man in your life to treat you like a princess, and it was nice to finally have someone you deserved. he remembers every single thing about you, even the smallest ones. you knew that you were truly in love with him; only when you were with him your eyes have this beautiful sparkle. and you knew that nacho felt the same way; he just wasn’t this kind of person who would say that he loved you every second; his actions were enough for you.

.ೃ࿐ but even in paradise, there could be troubles. it was unexpected, because you thought that you could finally be happy. but the universe has another plan for your happiness. you hadn't seen nacho for a long time, and you needed to spend time with him, but you wanted to surprise him, so you didn’t send him a message that you were coming over. you knew where his house was, because it was the place where your first date happened. with a smile on your face, you knocked on the door and waited for nacho to open, but you didn’t see a nacho. you saw a brunette girl with only a t-shirt on her; she looked like she just woke up.

“oh, who are you? where is nacho?” you asked with a shaky voice.

“i’m nacho’s girlfriend, but he isn’t at home right now. and you are?” you felt a pain in your chest, but you forced a smile anyway.

“i’m no one important; say hi to ignacio” you said, and you went back to your car. when you was sitting in your car, you just broke down into tears. you cannot believe how he was lying to you.

.ೃ࿐ when nacho came back to his house and gave jo & amber weed, he headed up to his bedroom. all he needed at this moment was to hear your voice. he had been stressed all week, and you were his therapy. but you didn’t answer any of his calls. he got back to the living room, overthinking why you don’t send him any messages; he would be happy with even the stupid ones. he looked up at amber who was calling his name to wake him up from a trance.

“some weird girl was here; she was asking for you” nacho knows immediately that she meant you, but if you were at his house, you could just text him.

“and what did you tell her?” ignacio started to feel anxious about this situation, he knew about your trust issues and everything. he just hoped that amber didn’t say something inappropriate.

“i told her that i’m your girlfriend, and she said to say hi from her” amber shrugged her shoulders and puffed on her joint. nacho’s face started to be pale. he wanted to kill amber for these words; they weren’t even a real couple. now he knew that he had messed up.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ PART THREE: happy again.

.ೃ࿐ it was a few weeks after your meeting with amber. you were heartbroken. you cannot understand why every single person you felt safe with needs to hurt you. you thought that nacho was your soulmate, but you were just his casual, that was what you were thinking. but nacho loved you, even if he didn’t say it out loud. he needed you. the weeks without you, were a nightmare. he couldn’t focus on work, he wasn’t happy at all. lalo saw the change in nacho’s behavior, but he didn’t comment on it, even if he wanted to; they were here to work, not exactly to complain about privacy problems.

.ೃ࿐ nacho couldn’t just sit there and act like nothing happened; he needed to explain himself and tell you about everything he was hiding from you. he doesn’t expect that you would forgive him; you would be his only love anyway. he also wanted to see you; he missed your laugh and smile; he missed everything about you. so after work, he heads over to your house.

.ೃ࿐ when you saw nacho, for a few seconds, you just stared at him. were you mad at him? definitely. but did you miss him? so bad. and that was a reason why you hugged him and put your head on his chest; you didn’t even notice that tears started to fall down on your cheeks, wetting nacho’s shirt. he hugged you back, kissing the top of your head.

.ೃ࿐ after you sat on your couch, you didn’t say anything; you were just listening to ignacio’s stories. about who is amber for him, what is his real job (because suddenly he wasn’t working with his dad) you appreciate that he was honest this time. you weren’t scared of his job, because you knew his real side — this side that he was showing only in front of you. after hearing all of his explanations, you were no longer mad or sad. you loved this man, and you were happy, that he wanted to fight for your relationship.

.ೃ࿐ all you said to him was ‘thank you’. the rest of the night you spent making up every second you didn’t spend with ignacio. you were happy that everything was finally alright and that you could be happy again, with the only man you wanted in your life. with nacho.

.ೃ࿐

“i love you, cariño, only you” ignacio said, kissing your temple.

“i love you ignacio”

the end.

thank you for attention! i hope you liked this headcanons, it was so fun to write this!

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[kissingrhi]

begging on my hands and knees and crying and sobbing pls make another jesse pinkman fic again soon

my fav character of all time!! <3 love jesse. soft fic for all my fellow jesse fans ily all

his gently highlighted, dusty brown strands were right across your chest, his right ear listening in on your heartbeat, matching every breath that you took. your hands was interlinked with one of his, his thumb gently running over your skin.

"you wanna know something?" you leaned in towards his head, like you were whispering an unforgivable secret. beginning to giggle.

"oh, god. what?" he groaned, eyebrow infamously raising at your tone. he turned over to look at you, morning sun pouring in from your window onto his beautiful blue eyes. you were sure you could cry. he had the gentlest smile tugging at his lips, one that he couldn't wipe away when he looked at you, no matter how hard he tried. he was smitten, absolutely whipped. not that you were any different towards him.

he was practically poetry in motion. every part of him was like a piece of art, and every word he spoke was the truth to you. some called it delusion, others called it the honeymoon phase, but you both knew that it was plainly love.

you took your hand out of his, rolling your eyes at his playful whine, quietly telling him to 'hush.' you put both of your hands against the sides of his jaw, massaging the light stubble and mentally tattooing the scratchiness of it against your palms onto your brain.

he was blushing now, nose lightly scrunching and smile growing into a beaming, glowing grin.

"you are the most beautiful person i think i've ever met." you whispered, quietly. as if speaking too loud would disrupt the gorgeous atmosphere of your simple bedroom, only because he was lying against you.

the grin dropped, instead curling up to bite his lip and ignore the rush of a feeling he couldn't describe in his chest. he almost wanted to cry. his big eyes were peering up at you, and if you could, you'd keep him here for ever. safe and sheltered and held. exactly what he needs. what he deserves.

goosebumps rose over his body at the authenticity in your eyes. a blush spread to the tips of his ears.

he rolled over to rest his chin on your stomach and stare up at you again. "you wanna know something else?" he was giggling now. it was juvenile, how he looked at you like you'd hung every star in the sky.

"hm?" you hands were now in his hair, barely scratching at his scalp. it was your turn to be bashful, feeling heated at his passionate gaze.

"i think i'm in love with you." he said, breathlessly. his hands now going to mimic yours from earlier, holding on to the sides of your face.

after taking in your shy state, he pressed a warm kiss against your lips. tongues on tongues, laughter echoing against the walls of your room. the golden sun falling into the area was not nearly as bright as the childlike joy you two felt with the other. he messily flipped you, so that you were straddling his waist.

his hands traveled your figure, squeezing and tickling at his favorite parts. like random moles, your thighs, and your lower back. you were tangling into each other more and more, the invisible string that had gotten you to this point only ever tightening. only bringing you closer.

"i actually retract my statement from earlier." he started, face going deadpan, yet you still knew he wasn't serious.

"oh? what's that?" you playfully spouted, squeezing your thighs around his hips.

"i'm definitely in love with you."

one single thread of gold tied me to you.

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[boygiwrites]

Living the Vida Loca P.1

• Jesse Pinkman & Reader. (Platonic)

(Here’s part two.) (Here’s part three.) (Here’s part four.) (Here’s part five.) (Here’s the epilogue.)

• (Find this story on Ao3.)

Summary — A short story about how a young teenaged girl gets wrapped up in Jesse's life.

Notes — Okay, this is a little weird... because it's written in bullet points. I don't know if I like it or if I hate it! But I used them because I've been having major writer's block and paragraphs are impossible 😩

.

How it all began.

Jesse first saw you at a skatepark.

You were nine.

You were tagging along with one of Jesse's friends, who dismissed you as his little cousin.

The group's reaction was a simple; "Long as she don't bother us."

You sat in the grass with your spiderman rollerblades the whole afternoon.

Jesse... well, believe it or not, Jesse felt bad.

While they ate Burger King up on the concrete deck, talking about kicks and flips and chicks, Jesse kept an eye on you.

It was a subconcious thing. Like eyeing his drink to make sure there were no flies in it. That sort of thing.

Every time he glanced over, you were doing something different.

Like braiding your hair.

Like laying on your stomach, inspecting the dirt.

Like picking at scabs.

Like sky gazing.

Like banging the button on the dried up drinking fountain.

Like falling asleep on a bench.

By the time the sun set, he remembered thinking ; "Something could have happened."

And all anybody cared to keep an eye on was the amount of beer they had left.

But...

You know.

It was whatever.

He didn't like kids anyway.

And nothing happened.

For three years, you joined them at that skatepark.

You watched the whole place slowly get consumed by graffiti.

You watched that one tree get sawed down.

You watched everyone order from the ice cream truck that one time, while sitting on your cousin's shoulders.

( You picked rainbow sprinkles and triple chocolate mousse. )

You watched the sun set.

You watched the sun rise.

You watched Matty break his teeth on the ramp.

You watched Jesse as he taught you how to get the hang of a skating trick called an Ollie.

You watched all the graffiti get powerwashed away.

You watched Arjun drift away.

You watched Jesse punch Derrick in the face one afternoon.

( As you sat on your bedroom floor that night, you realised he probably spotted the bruise. )

You watched the Burger King shut down.

You watched them switch to Los Pollos Hermanos. It tasted better. They threw fries to you like a you were a bird.

You watched cars shoot down the highway whenever you sat ontop of Lee's jeep and talked about where you'd all go if you had a million bucks. Everyone always chose Vegas or Canada. There was no inbetween with these guys.

You watched them roll dark green stuff up into paper and smoke it.

You watched your spiderman rollerblades shrink and get thrown in the garbage.

You watched Jesse buy you bigger ones.

( Rainbow ones. )

You watched them all grow from teenagers into men.

You watched Jesse punch Derrick some more.

You watched Jesse watching you.

You watched Jesse.

Jesse watched you.

Derrick's last chance expired on a Sunday night.

On the basketball court, right behind the skatepark.

Everyone else was gobbling down cheeseburgers and curly fries for dinner, watching New Year's fireworks pop from far away.

Jesse led him away.

The streetlights died away.

It got real dark.

The laughter died away.

It got real quiet.

The atmosphere died.

It got real tense.

And then Derrick understood what was happening.

The fireworks were so loud no one heard.

Jesse watched the asphalt become streaked with blood.

He watched the ambulance lights whirl across the parking lot.

He watched Lee hold you as you shrieked.

Then, two weeks later -

He watched the blood get powerwashed away.

One of the last things Jesse ever said to Derrick was, "Only reason I didn't kill you was because I want you to do it yourself."

Things changed.

Derrick fought a long list of charges in court pertaining to child abuse.

Lee gave up on Canada and moved to Texas. It was as far as he could go.

Jesse testified in May.

You got tossed around in foster care.

The skatepark finally crumbled.

They bulldozed it to make room for a DMV building.

Derrick got sentenced ten years.

Matty overdosed in a place nobody ever went looking.

And then...

Then it was just Jesse.

He spent a long time blaming himself, killing himself, and slowly decomposing away in the cracks of other people's lives.

When he was in the shower, or microwaving rice, or just staring out a window for no reason at all -

He would think about that skatepark.

And those times.

Then, things changed again.

How it's going.

Your bedroom is on the second storey of a safe home.

You've got polaroid photos and birthday cards pinned to your wall. The photos are mostly of you and Jesse, eating in diners, taking dogs on walks for money, trying on sunglasses, and sneaking into lame, home-town concerts where the flashing lights make the film burst into pockets of color. The birthday cards are all mostly Jesse, too, but one or two are from Lee. He's got a girlfriend, now. And a kid. This year Jesse chose a card with a cartoon middle finger and a caption reading, Happy Birthday, This is For You. Inside, he quoted a poem and sketched your favorite animal.

In your top drawer is fresh underwear and and pink MP3 player.

In your second drawer is mangled school work and empty pens.

In your bottom drawer is a file, in which a flimsy bit of paper declares Jesse Pinkman your legal guardian. Sometimes, you just look at it.

It all feels so long ago, now.

On your dresser sits a pair of rollerblades.

Jesse is as immature as ever. Most days, it feels as if there are two sixteen year olds in the house. You get on like a house on fire.

On quiet days, you'll burn through at least a quarter dozen DVD movies ranging from Tinkerbell to Terminator, and make popcorn, and play Wii.

On some days, you're headed to the new skatepark and trying new hair-standing moves on your boards, or roaming a random mall.

But most days, you're spray painting the driveway and blowing bubbles out on the sidewalk.

You eat jam toast for breakfast and dance to music in your underwear, tanking complaints from Jesse to switch the song.

You're getting piggy backs from him, and beating him in Mario Cart.

You're in school, getting solid C's.

You're on playgrounds, getting sand in your hair, sunburns on your cheeks, and scrapes on your knees that remind you of being a child.

You're crying into Jesse's lap while he cradles your head and embarrases himself by singing quietly.

You're nagging him to always buy the newest games for his laptop, like Batman and The Sims 3. Then you let him watch you play.

There's always food in the kitchen. Even if it's just bacon and bagels, Jesse always makes sure there's food.

You're riding your bike around the neighborhood during twilight, licking ice pops and ignoring texts.

Everything is sunny and simple and the most comforting type of boring.

The type that makes you normal.

The type that means when you wake up tomorrow, it's just another day of living life.

And Jesse loves you.

Despite all his... Jesse-ness. And despite all your... you-ness.

You're...

Well, you're happy.

Both of you.

Truly.

Then comes Mister White.

.

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[depressopax]

Jesse Pinkman NSFW headcanons

Pairing: Jesse x gn!reader Genre: Smut SFW version + relationship headcanons can be found here! Warning(s): Breaking bad spoilers! Sexual content, Words: 661 Summary: Being in a relationship with Jesse Pinkman would include... Keep in mind english is not my first language. If I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! :)

He’s a switch. Likes being in charge, but loves being submissive and having someone take care of him.

He is always prepared. He probably has a drawer of condoms and lube.

Maybe toys, too… 

I feel like Jesse has a praising kink. Call him a “good boy”, and he’s all yours. 

He also loves dirty talking. Even if it's cheesy or “cringe”, he likes it when you tell him he’s big, or when you tell him how much you need his cock. Jesse also loves dirty talking with you, telling you how good you are for him, that you are sexy, and he will whisper all the naughty things he’s gonna do to you.  

He likes to take his time with his partner. 

Enjoys the before and after as much as he likes the sex. 

When it comes to oral… Honestly? He prefers receiving. 

If he’s stressed from work, he would just like to lean back and have you take care of him. 

He’d have you on your knees, between his legs, working your lips over his length as he leans back and smokes a cigarette or drinks a beer. 

It’s just the best stress relief ever. 

And he thinks you look so damn hot when giving him heads. 

 Jesse just admires your face and the seeing you turn into a drooling mess, especially when you have tears in your eyes from the work you put in. 

EYE CONTACT.

…Look at him as you suck him off. He’ll go crazy from pleasure. 

He doesn’t really care about how he comes across when receiving oral. Jesse would probably whimper, beg and moan your name.

This would be an opportunity for you to totally take charge. Just tease and edge him a bit, and he’ll be under your spell. 

Jesse would probably try to not climax too quickly during sex, but when you suck him off, he can barely control it. He would cum hard, and fast. 

Giving oral is such a turn on for him.

He could spend hours between your legs (and probably would, too.)

Your moans are like music to his ears.

And he just loves how you taste, and would not be shy to tell you so.

He likes eye contact when receiving, but also when giving. He wants all of your attention. 

Seeing you in pure ecstasy is a turn on.

And the fact that he can make you cum by only using his mouth is enough to make him go crazy. 

It boosts his ego lol

He would brag about it and tease you about it every moment he gets.

He is very handsy in bed. His hands are everywhere, all at once. He likes touching your chest, neck and throat, hips and thighs, and of course your private region.

Jesse could probably spend hours just exploring your naked skin with his hands.

He takes his time to prepare you before taking you. 

Your comfort would be his priority, although he might be a bit selfish in the heat of the moment. 

Therefore, he prefers sex to be slow and passionate, but doesn’t mind being fast and rough if you’re into that. 

He especially prefers being rough when he’s stressed or angry, just taking out all frustration in the bedroom with some fast and sloppy lovemaking. 

He makes sure you’re satisfied and that you cum. He wants you to enjoy yourself. 

He’s careful to always use condoms, no matter what type of relationship you’re in. If you want it another way, you would have to convince him to do so. 

AFTERCARE KING <3 

Doesn’t matter if he’s the dominant or submissive one, he will pamper you either way. 

But he also expects the same treatment if you’re rough with him. 

He can be very needy after sex, and loves being taken care of.

Afterwards, he will cuddle up next to you, whisper sweet words and fall asleep with you in his arms. 

“I love you, y/n…”

*sobs* I need a Jesse in my life bruh

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[cappincooks]

your fault, by the way.

[Fluff ] Jesse Pinkman x Reader

"Anyways, uh, is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Another dry chuckle escaped from your lips. You propped yourself to get up and get some fresh air since your nervousness was making you sweaty. "It's you."

"Jesus Jesse, your place stinks ass."

You set your foot in Jess' house after like, what? A few years of no contact probably? You guys were pretty close back in high school, but he just gradually stopped talking to you out of nowhere. God knows how much you missed him. Some might even say the feelings you had for him surpassed friendship. But you would never let him know that.

To conceal your slight excitement about finally hanging out with him again, you roast his place even more. "What'd you even do to get it this disgusting, man?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just drop your bags on the floor, yo. It's cool."

You didn't need to look hard and long to see just how messy (an understatement) his living room was. It was full of pizza boxes, sticky...substances... bottles on the floor, it was just a lot. Nevertheless, you still place your bags on the floor.

Jesse was tidying up his couch a little bit and pats a spot right next to him, once it was clean enough for sitting.

"Sooo.." He says, breaking the silence. "Why me?"

Turning your head in his direction with furrowed eyebrows was enough for him to clarify what he meant by that.

He shifted from his position and continued. "I meant, like, why my place? Ya know? I know you're here in ABQ for like, important shit but like, you could totally crash at someone else's place, right? We haven't talked in years, and suddenly you're cool with staying at my place? Don't get me wrong-"

"Your fault, by the way." You interrupted.

"Oh yeah, no, I know." He hung his head low. His eyes looked at every corner of his living room just to avoid looking at you.

"Jesse, I didn't come here for 'important shit' or whatever it is that you think it is." Important shit was in air quotation marks. "I just wanted a way to get you to talk to me again."

Now you got his eyes on you.

"Why..?"

You could see he was fiddling with his fingers. You found it somewhat endearing that he was still the Jesse you knew back then. Back in high school, he was the "stoner junkie kid who was overly confident and gave zero fucks about anyone" but you knew he was more than that—softer than that. Whenever he finds himself in an anxious situation, you could bet he was gonna fiddle with his fingers.

He was anxious now.

"I..." You sighed. Jesus, this is hard to admit out loud. "I missed, you, Jess." Staring back at those familiar, soft eyes was hard as you continued but you marched on. "I mean, it isn't exactly ideal for your best friend to just.. leave you hanging out of nowhere. I missed you every single day. You just... stopped talking to me and I still don't know why that is." You dryly chuckled.

After your confession, the silence dragged out for a while. Too long. With no sign of Jesse's response, you cleared your throat to change the subject.

"Anyways, uh, is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Another dry chuckle escaped from your lips. You propped yourself to get up and get some fresh air since your nervousness was making you sweaty.

"It's you."

You stopped in your tracks. "Uhh, what?"

To your surprise, you could feel Jesse's cold hand wrapped on your wrist. The scene looked straight out of a movie, like when the guy tries to catch up with the girl when she walks away from him. But only this looked like the lazier version of that trope. Jesse was on his butt on the couch. Romantic.

"To answer your question. It's you. You're hot." Jesse was dead serious, but you didn't know whether to laugh or not.

"Wow, I didn't take you to be a gushing romantic, Pinkman." You remarked, slightly laughing.

Jesse stood up, but his hand never left your wrist. Though he wasn't rough with it at all, no. He was actually tender and gentle about it.

"Jeez, do I have to spell it out for you?"

"I can see your ass blushing all~ the way from here."

"Shut up."

"Well? Was that it? Totally head over heels for you now, for sure." You always found it fun to tease him.

Jesse laughed and shook his head, as he reached for your hands to hold them, instead of your wrist.

You guess there was always a small part of you that wanted for this to happen when both of you were younger. Both of you would find yourselves in a situation the same as this, but it would always, 10/10, wouldn't escalate into something more. Jesse always pulled back from it and laugh it off. So you figured that this was just one of those moments.

"Can't believe I'm saying this. Now. In my gross, dump, house. But uh, I've sorta always had a thing for you."

Damn did he prove you wrong.

Silence for a bit, but then you flicked his forehead. He definitely did not expect that.

"Ow?! What was that for?!"

"Then why'd you stop talking to me asshat?!" You crossed your arms. You weren't angry, but you are confused as to why he did what he did for all of those years.

Jesse was still rubbing his forehead when he answered in a groan. "I don't know man, jeez... Did you really take me for a commitment guy? ...I also just really didn't want to ruin what we had."

"By completely cutting me out of your life?"

"Well in my head it was easier for you to hate me because I was an ass to you, than me fucking up what we had because of my feelings."

"You know that makes no sense, Jess. I thought- I thought you hated me." You unintentionally made the tone of the conversation more serious.

"I would never."

"I just wish you never did that. You were, you are a big part of my life, then you're just gone. Never do that again, Jess." You were basically pleading at this point, but you didn't care. You couldn't afford to lose him again.

Jesse slowly reached out for your arms and rubbed them slowly to soothe you, console you.

"God. Sorry. I knew it was dumb but I did it anyway. Classic me, right?" You could hear him exhale loudly through his mouth. "I'm better now, I promise. I won't chicken out on you again."

Jesse then pulled you in for a hug. His scent was still the same. Cigarettes, a tinge of weed, his sweet laundry detergent, him. "You better not." You mumbled while your face was stuffed into his jacket.

You pulled back from him, though you wish you could stay in his warmth forever. Cheesy, even for you, but it was true. Jesse just had this comforting, warm presence to him that only a few people could access. He wasn't the best at letting people in, but you couldn't blame him.

"Stay?" And there it was. His signature Jesse Pinkman puppy eyes.

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[rightxonxmain-archived]

open rp

muse: jesse pinkman (breaking bad)

when: post el camino

where: alaska

connection: old acquaintance, friend, neighbour, other.

"Alaskan weather's a bitch, man... Not saying I miss the southwest but I miss not freezin' my nuts off every mornin'..." Why doesn't he have a hat on if he's so damn cold, you ask? The world may never know... Well, the little girl that totally ripped it off his head in the supermarket so her snowman could have a hat would know but, technically, that doesn't count.

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[niki-phoria]

jesse pinkman x short!male!reader? protective jesse perhaps?? maybe walt is being a dick??

pairing: jesse pinkman x short!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 770

a/n: saw this idea and RAN with it lmao thank you so much for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

warnings: probably not canon compliant, cussing, maybe gets a little suggestive ??, walt is a dick, set at jesse's townhouse when he was renting from jane's dad, can't remember when walt lied about the pseudo going bad but just go with it, mdc stands for metropolitan detention center, google told me that's the jail in universe

requests open !! read my rules first

the sound of incessant knocking wakes you too early on a saturday morning. jesse groans next to you, rolling to lay on his back. you sit up next to him, gently nudging his side. “are you gonna get that?” 

“later,” he groans. you stifle a laugh, pulling yourself out of bed. jesse whines as you pull one of his shirts on, making your way to the front door. 

it almost shakes with the force of the pounding. “jesse!” a man shouts from the other side. you swing the door open, leaning against it. a middle-aged man stands on your porch, hand still raised to knock. he’s wearing a gray jacket and glasses. you shift uncomfortably under his harsh glare. his eyebrows furrow, face contorting into a scowl. “where’s jesse?” 

“he’s asleep,” you press the side of the door even closer to your side, using your body to block the view from inside your home. “what do you want?” 

“i need to see him.” you step back when the man raises his hand to press on the door. you push back, keeping him outside. 

“you couldn’t have called?” 

the man glares down at you. “no.” 

you roll your eyes, glancing behind you. jesse stretches a little, rushing to your side when he notices the man.

“babe,” he leans down so his lips barely ghost against the side of your neck. “i’ll handle this. why don’t you start breakfast?” 

you raise an eyebrow at him but the look he gives is enough to tell you to back off for the time being. “sure.” you step aside, away from the door. 

“i won’t be long.” you nod as jesse steps outside, closing the door behind him. 

“who is he?” the man yells. their voices are clear despite the door separating you from him. “does he know about you? about us? what have you told him?” 

“nothing, alright, he’s cool. don’t worry about him.” 

you grab a bowl from the cabinets, setting it on the counter next to the carton of eggs. their voices only continue to grow louder. “don’t worry about him? are you hearing yourself? jesse-” 

“listen, what is this about? you show up at my house and start pounding on my door and you don’t even tell me what you want?” 

the man sighs. “we need to cook more. a lot more. our pseudo is going bad.” 

this time it’s jesse who sighs, though he sounds more exasperated than anything. “seriously?” after a moment of silence, he sighs again. “fine. tomorrow.” 

“we need to do it today.” 

“i’m busy. i’ve got plans.” 

the man scoffs. “smoking pot and sleeping all day are not plans. who even is that guy? what’s he doing here?” 

“he’s none of your business.” jesse hisses. “we’ll cook tomorrow. now leave.” 

he doesn’t give the man a chance to respond before he comes back inside, closing the door behind him. you stand in front of the stove, flipping an omelet in a pan. jesse relaxes a little, some of the tension falling from his shoulders. his hand is warm as it presses against your side. he pulls you against his back, head resting on top of yours. 

“eggs?” he murmurs. you hum, twisting to press a kiss against his cheek. 

“we need to buy groceries.” 

“later,” he whispers, turning you around in his arms. he reaches over to turn the burner down, pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. his hand presses against your thigh, coaxing you to jump up onto the counter. you wrap your arms around his neck, now level with him. 

jesse smiles when you pull away, leaning down to press another peck against your lips. “so,” you whisper. “which drugs do you sell?” 

you can feel him freeze against you, wide eyes staring into your own. after a beat of silence, he speaks. “how did you know?” 

“you two weren’t exactly quiet,” you trace your fingers along his jawline, thumb stroking against the skin of his cheek. 

“meth,” jesse sighs. “i make crystal meth.” 

“wow.” 

“are you gonna turn me in?” 

you hum in faux contemplation, pulling him down so his forehead rests against yours. “no.” his hand moves up from your thigh to your waist, hand slipping underneath your shirt. “you’re lucky you’re so cute. otherwise, you’d be halfway to mdc right now.” 

jesse laughs. “i’m glad.” 

you chuckle, pulling him down into another quick kiss. “promise me,” you hold your hand out, sticking your pinky up. he glances down at your hand, raising an eyebrow. “no stupid shit.” 

“no stupid shit.” he chuckles, intertwining your fingers together. “i promise.”

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[whitechester4life]

welcome to the meth lab

Yo bitch, I'm mod Jesse. I mod @whitechester4life obviously. I use he/him. I like supernatural and breaking bad. I'm excited to jumpstart this new account with my best friend Kringle. - co mod Jesse.

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[mikeymeowmeow]

jesse pinkman brainrot my bad.

ive never watched breaking bad sorry if its out of character or smth

gn! reader, fluff

you can tell jesse has had it rough simply by the way he looks at you as he walks through the door. its late, hes late.

"mr. white was being a dick, man. he wouldnt fuckin' let me go for so long, 'm sorry." he mutters, dropping his items and wandering to where you were sitting on the couch, waiting for him. he collapses into your arms, head buried in your shoulder and sighs.

"hey baby, it's alright. just take a bit to chill and then we can shower and go to bed, hows that sound?" you run your fingers through his hair, playing with it soothingly. he hums a small agreement. hes practically purring from your ministrations.

-

lightly scrubbing his scalp to work the shampoo through his hair, you can tell hes fighting to stay standing, so tired from the work of the day. he just wants to collapse into your arms, but you insisted on showering.

hes slow to move when you spin him around to rinse out the shampoo and you cant blame him. he seems to be in heaven with your fingers rubbing through his hair. its cute, how he wholly trusts you. when you move down to gently scratch at his bare shoulders, you swear he sees stars he looks so blissful.

"'s feels so good," jesse slurs, leaning his head onto your shoulder. you chuckle lightly, using your finger to push his head up and eye level with you.

"cant do everything myself, baby," you hand him the loofa before stepping out and drying yourself off. he instantly whines when you leave and you almost step back in.

"im grabbing you some clothes so finish up, jess," you say, stepping out of the bathroom. you come back with a loose tshirt and some boxer shorts while hes still showering.

sat patiently on the bathroom counter, you wait until hes done and dried off, making small, meaningless small talk to occupy his thoughts. when hes dressed, he doesnt beeline for the bed like you thought he would. jesse opts to wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you just a bit closer and simply holding you.

"baby?"

he hums softly, leaving light kisses on your shoulder before pulling you off the counter and finally dragging the both of you to bed.

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[mysadcorner]

I have a request (if you're still taking them) fem!reader x Jesse Pinkman fluff hcs, I love your writing so much 😍😍

Jesse Pinkman x Fem!Reader Headcanons

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• Straight away you can see how sweet Jesse is towards you, and he genuinely keeps this up for the entire relationship no matter how long. He isn’t given many personal chances in life, so the fact that you’ve taken a chance on him means that he wants to give you as much appreciation as he can.

• When you stay over at his place, or the other way around, he always tries to make you a decent breakfast or goes out pretty early so you have something to eat when you wake up. It’s one of the only reasons he gets out of bed, and if you drag him back into bed with you after eating you can expect him to happing stay there for many hours.

• Jesse follows you around when you’re shopping like a child. He’s pushing the trolley for you while you walk ahead and help him figure out how to actually buy proper meals and what he might need to make them. He isn’t really listening though, he’s in his own little bubble which means he’s watching you and just being happy that you’ve gone out with him to do this.

• Jesse would hardly ever forget an event such as your birthday or anniversary since they mean so much to him and he wants to show how much effort he puts into dedication towards you. He’s more so the kind of person to put a lot of effort and be overly prepared and then forget everything on the day because of how much build up there’s been until he sees what he’s done for you in the morning.

• Jesse doesn’t need long term commitment since he’s used to not having long relationships, but when he’s finally in a long term relationship with you he can clearly see what he’s been missing out on. He can’t image you ever leaving him, and if you ever do he probably wouldn’t know what to do anymore and would spiral.

• Jesse doesn’t need to go out partying to have a good time with you. Usually he wants to be along with you, especially when he’s been busy, so you’ll have a nice meal together and watch some movies you’ve been meaning to catch up on together as a way of having a nice night.

• Jesse is constantly doing little favours for you before you even need to ask him to, and some of them aren’t even that small. He’ll gladly go out of his way to buy something across town for you or will take you places. He’ll even help you with anything you could ever think of without ever needing to be asked.

• There are some things about Jesse that he makes you swear to not tell anyone, but these things only make him more adorable. Things like how cuddly he is, or the things you two do together while goofing around would seriously embarrass him if you told them to anyone he knew.

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