greenwood falls

anonymous asked:

Hello dear! Can you make an imagine where Jerome reacts at reader getting shot really badly and nearly dying but then everything turns out into happy ending!:) *sorry for my English, not the first lang😂😅*

// Jerome Fic ~Not Kidnap, per say…~

 Of course Anon! I like this idea. And aw, you don’t have to apologize, your English is actually very good for it being your second language! <3


Warnings: None really. Possibly mild swearing. Eh. Possibly a little creepy. Jerome becomes infatuated with y/n. Stalking, kidnapping. Death and murder.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

I’m sorry this took so long! I was sick and then ended up having a lot of tests, and I kept forgetting to work on it. I hope you like it. //

Jerome stares out the car window, tapping his index finger rapidly on the dashboard. Greenwood leans forward from the back of the truck. “You’re wasting all of our time Jerome.” He grumbles, his eyes growing dark. “Give up on it already.” Jerome pays no attention to him, and stares out the window.

“She is perfect.” He whispers, his head tilting and a strand of fiery hair falling into his eyes. Greenwood rolls his eyes.

“Let’s get outta here, do something fun.” Greenwood says, falling back into the car seat.

“This, is fun!” Jerome snaps, his mouth falling into a wide smile. “And I think you need to remember,” he says, pulling out a small pistol, and pressing it to Greenwood’s temple. “Who’s the boss, Greenwood?”

“You.” He says, his voice gruff and his eyes filled with anger. Jerome brings the gun back to himself slowly, pointing it to his own neck.

“That’s right. I’m the boss. And normally, you do as the boss says.” Jerome points the gun subtly at the girl who is standing by the lamppost. “And I say, we go pay her a visit.” Before anyone can stop Jerome, he jumps out of the van.

You noticed the van a while ago, but it was so dark you couldn’t see anything, or anyone in it. You had assumed it was empty. Until the car door opened and a tall boy with fiery red hair jumped out. It didn’t take long for you to recognize him as Jerome Valeska, murderer, psychopath, and notorious troublemaker. You briefly make eye contact with him before realizing he is heading directly towards you, and begin to walk in the other direction, turning your back to him.

“Bad idea, gorgeous.” Jerome calls out, laughing loudly.  He wraps one arm around you, pulling you to him. “Don’t make any noise,” he says, pointing a gun to your temple. Jerome leans in, his lips close to your ear. “Wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors,” he says, his mouth dropping open a bit as he laughs slowly. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to break free of his grasp. This only makes Jerome laugh harder. A sickly-sweet smelling cloth is placed over your mouth. Your vision begins to blur, and your mind is filled with his maniacal laughter as your eyes close, and darkness take over.

Your eyes open slowly, still heavy from being sedated. You can hear bouncy footsteps nearing you as the tall ginger, Jerome, enters the room. “You can’t just go kidnapping people,” you can hear a gruff man’s voice say, as a bearded man stands up and blocks Jerome’s path threatening. Jerome, still smiling, casts an eerily calm look at him, and it’s obvious he is on the brink.

I think,” he begins, his jaw dropping slightly. “I call the shots here.” He moves past the man quickly, and smiles down at you. “Hey gorgeous. Sorry about Greenwood,” he motions over to the man, “he’s got a temper.” Jerome helps you sit up, and then sits next to you. “Is there anything you need?” He asks softly, which causes you to laugh. This makes Jerome’s lips curve into a larger smile. “What’s so funny?” He asks, his voice slightly giddy.

“Your hospitality.” You say, and sit with your legs folded beneath you. “You kidnapped me, and then make sure I’m comfortable?”

“I wouldn’t call it kidnapping, per say…” Jerome says, and waves his hand in a circle motion. “More of…forced play date.” You cock an eyebrow. Before you can get a word in, Greenwood stands up and rushes over to Jerome.

“Boss is going to be mad at you when he hears about how you’ve been wasting your time…” You zone out as the two begin to argue back and forth, and close your eyes, wondering if you are going to be here forever.


~Days later~



“Hold your ground, boys!” Jerome says, standing up straighter. “They can’t shoot at us.” Jerome jumps and spins around, firing his gun. You stand where you are, suppressing a laugh. Maybe it was being surrounded by insanity all the time, maybe you had just finally cracked. All you knew was this was fun. Your heart thuds loudly at the rush of pulling the trigger on the gun. Jerome glances at you, and smiles. One of the cops pops out from behind the police car, and the loud bang of a gun shoot sends everyone silent. Your hand goes limp instantly and the gun falls to your side. As your vision blurs, your legs give way and you feel yourself falling. You can vaguely feel someone catch you, and hear multiple shouts.

“Light em up!” Jerome shouts, frantically moving you to the truck. He holds you close to him, his whole body shaking in fury. His head tilts and a strand of hair falls into his face, a smile forming across his lips. “If she dies,” he begins, as the truck starts to move away. “Gotham will burn!” He shouts at the top of his lungs, laughing hysterically as the truck speeds away. He looks down as your eyes close, and shakes you slightly. “Keep your eyes open, doll…you’ll be okay.” He whispers, his voice growing more frantic by the second. You attempt to open your eyes, but the drowsiness is taking over your body fast. The sharp sting of your wound has just started to enter your mind, and your breathing grows laborious.

“I don’t want to die like this,” you whisper. You can hear Jerome release a shaky breath, and he places his hand on your cheek.

“I won’t let you die. I’ll never let you die. We’re too good, doll. Too good to die.” You can feel his lips on your cheek, and then sleep overtakes you. Jerome’s face contorts in anger, and he holds you tighter, frantically holding your face, examining you. He pats your cheek softly, trying to get a reaction. But there’s nothing. Jerome’s eyes widen, and his facial expression goes blank. “How much longer until we get to Theo’s?” His voice is toneless as he looks up at Greenwood.

“Only a few minutes.” He answers angrily. “It’s your own damn fault for taking her.”

“Was I just supposed to leave her at Theo’s?”

“I mean taking her in the first place. You know, kidnapping her?” Greenwood growls, his hands tightening around the steering wheel.

“It wasn’t kidnap,” Jerome says, and shakes his head. “She just isn’t like the rest of them…the rest of those…whores.” Jerome hisses, staring down at you. “She’s perfect. She’s beautiful…she gets me.” Greenwood laughs at this, which causes Jerome to slap the side of the truck.

“Just hurry up! I can’t lose her. I won’t. I’ll do anything to keep her alive, I’ll destroy this whole city if I have to.”

~At Theo Galavan’s house~

“I’m sorry Jerome. You win some, you…”

Your eyes snap open and you inhale deeply. The first thing you see is Jerome, who is standing right beside you. He makes eye contact with you and your heart aches. His eyes are puffy and bloodshot, and his face is paler than usual.

“Y/n?” He whispers, his voice full of innocence and surprise. Before you can reply, before you can say anything, he pulls you to him and cradles you in his arms, falling back against the couch. “I love you,” he whispers into your ear. “I’m never letting you go, I’m never putting you in danger like that again, y/n, doll, I…”

“But it was fun.” You whisper, causing him to pull back and grasp your face in his hands. You make eye contact with him once again.

“What?” He whispers.

“I had fun.” You reply, ignoring the aching in your shoulder. Jerome’s eyes widen slightly, a single tear falling out.

“You…liked that?” A smile creeps onto his face almost instantly, and he laughs. “Of course…you love causing chaos, don’t you doll?” He kisses you, and then laughs again. “This is going to be fun.”

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