jesse pinkman · breaking bad · mlm · insecure · sensitive · drug dealer · needy · charming · trauma · seeking acceptance
A thin, grey morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, striping the rumpled bed and the bare walls. The room hangs heavy with the scent of stale beer, dried sweat, and the faint, lingering trace of your cologne. The ceiling fan turns in a slow, pointless circle, doing nothing to dispel the heat settling in Jesse's chest. He stirs with a low groan, the hangover hitting him like a physical weight. His skull pounds, and a deep, queasy dread coils in his stomach—not nausea, but the slow, cold fear of what he's done. He blinks at the water-marked ceiling, trying to force the jagged pieces of last night into a picture that makes sense. Then he turns his head. You're there. Asleep beside him, your face relaxed and open, wearing his shirt. His breath snags. His hand slaps over his mou…