Jerome Valeska x Reader: Baby Cakes
repost ‘cause tumblr sucks (sometimes)
hi there! thanks a lot to anon who requested it. dear anon, you asked for reader having a mental breakdown but i just could’t write it this way so i changed a little bit, hope you like it anyway.
btw requests are open!
i know not everyone likes ff about topics like this one but y’all should give it a try
and i just wanted everyone to know that if there’s anyone who wants to talk or feels lonely or both, PLEASE DM me.
warning: suicide attempt
[Y/N] wasn’t okay. And she was completely helpless about it. She’s been lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling for 3 hours now. She didn’t even feel sad, more like empty inside.
Before that empty feeling started to eat her up she wasn’t only sad. Anger was present too.
The thing is, she’s always been a sensitive girl. She could pretend the rude comments would’t harm her but inside she knew she was hurt. She was good at not showing that though, always has been. It was the only thing she truly liked about herself. If somebody asked her she always had the same prepared answer. She would play dumb and say ‘Oh, what do I like about myself? I don’t know! I think I like my hair and long eyelashes!’ and then giggle, like a stupid school girl. It always worked, people were strangely satisfied with that answer, she never understood why and how.
[Y/N] jumped at the sound of her telephone’s ringing. It was probably her best friend Jerome. [Y/N] felt bad for not talking to him. [Y/N] wasn’t aware but the Ginger had some strong feelings for her. He would sometimes show it by little actions but [Y/N] was too blind to see it.
But really though, let’s be fucking realistic. She’s been planning to end her life for a few months now. She may be feeling bad now but when she’s dead she can’t feel bad. Jerome would find a girl good enough for him sooner or later and leave her like all of her friends did. She could’t blame them, she would avoid herself as much as she could, too. There was the only way to do it.
Finally, she picked up the phone.
“Hello?” It was Jerome!
[Y/N] was kind of hoping she was right and that would be him, she wanted to say goodbye. Hear his voice one last time.
“Hiya Baby Cakes! Don’t cha been quiet with me lately? Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go wit–”
“I’m so sorry Jerome!” She cut him off with a loud sob which caught him off guard.
“Doll? Wha-what’s going on?” He sounded really concerned.
Jerome almost fell off the stairs he was standing on as he heard [Y/N]’s sobs getting louder. She just could’t stop herself! He was going to ask her to go with him on a romantic killing spree, it was supposed to be a great time for both of them, kinda like a date, and then he’d brought her to a nice quiet place to talk. He wanted to confess his feelings. He felt like she really deserved to know them.
The stairs he was standing on were a fire escape from a building near hers. He wanted to knock on her door as fast as he could if she accepted his offer.
“I’m being honest. I’ve never been more honest in my life. I really am sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. Thank you for everything. You took a good care of me, and none of this is your fault. I… I love you, Jerome, I really do. Have a nice life you deserve. Goodbye forever.” When those words left her mouth, she immediately hung up.
She could’t believe it. She confessed her love for him! She knew he would never feel the same way and she wanted to end this pain fast.
[Y/N] sprinted towards her bathroom grabbing a razor blade on her way. A picture of Jerome was on the table. She took it too. She wanted his face to be the last thing she’s going to see.
After 3 minutes her bath was already filled with hot water. Enough for her to go in. She kept her clothes on.
[Y/N]’s head was the only thing that sticked out from water. Picture of handsome looking Jerome drifted as she stared at it. She remembered the day she took it. Jerome took her to the zoo. One of the nicest day of her life.
Now as she thought about it she didn’t want to kill herself anymore.
Too bad she already cut her veins.
Now it was only a matter of time.
‘Hey, at least the song I like is on’
The walls were thin and she could hear her neighbour’s radio playing her favourite song.
And then she heard screaming outside her apartment. Her door burst wide open.
‘’[Y/N]!” It was Jerome. Her Jerome.
And then everything went black.
[Y/N] found herself slowly waking up in a very white room. Her eyes squeezed shut for a second, it was so bright there. Looked like some sort of hospital.
She felt somebody holding her right hand gently. It was Jerome. What a relief she felt. She was alive. With Jerome by her side.
He was asleep. He looked like an angel to her. That one piece of hair resting on his forehead.
She held his hand tighter, he felt it because he started to wake up. He looked so cute and innocent, she would gaze at him her whole life if she only could.
His eyes finally met hers.
“Don’t ever do this to me again. I mean it, Sweet Cheeks.” It was one of those rare moments when he was being very serious.
[Y/N] was so glad he was calm. She knew they’re going to talk about it later when she feels better.
“I’m sorry, J. I love you.”
Her Puddin’ could only chuckle at her funny expression.
“I love you too, Baby Cakes. Now let’s go. I’m taking you home.”