Summery: When Arkham starts assigning patients to specif doctors Jerome isn’t happy to find he has to share his favorite doctor with Aaron Helzinger. Naturally Jerome has just the plan to fix his problem.
Jerome Valeska x Fem!Reader
“Jerome your doctors back.” Barb muttered as she sat down
next to the boy who perked up as he spotted you chatting to a guard.
“She isn’t with the nasty doctor this time.” Someone
whispered and Jerome grinned as he span to face everyone.
“She passed her tests last week, gave me a bar of chocolate
because I behaved during her tests, because of me she got top marks and one of
the other test subjects tried to eat his doctor.” Jerome burst into giggles and
you glanced over at the noise.
When you crossed the room, and stopped to speak with Aaron,
Jerome stopped laughing and watched the two of you carefully. You turned your
back to Jerome and nodded as Aaron spoke to you.
“All right you lot out into the big room.” One of the guards
yelled and banged on the metal fence as a door opened and people were herded
into the room.
You pointed for Aaron to follow after Barb, smiling when
Jerome skipped over and yelled boo, chuckling when you tried to hide the small
laugh that escaped you.
“How was your weekend Jerome?” You asked and hoped he’d get
distracted by your conversation long enough to be compliant and follow everyone
// Even more Jerome stuff because this is how much trash I am and my friend recently followed me (cough cough @romascurl ) and she likes Jerome so I’m doing this to be kind. Warnings: None. (well maybe) A kissing scene. *le gasp* Rating: Actually, this is really fluffy but with a little scene. (a KisSiNg ScEnE?!?!) Need to know: (Y/n) is with the Maniax. This idea came from a prompt. //
You cover your face with your hands, repressing a scream that had been building up for the past few minutes. “Gosh-wh-ju-JEROME, stop it now!” Jerome’s head snaps over to look at you, his mouth still open from the jokes he had been spewing out non-stop since you entered the room. His lips curve into a smile, and he shrugs, a piece of his hair falling into his face. “Are you sure you want me to, sweet cheeks? Because you almost laughed at that last one, and I think if you give me a few minutes I’ll be able to break yo-” Without hesitation, you hurl a pillow at Jerome’s head. He stands there perfectly still, his mouth still open in mid-sentence as it bounces off his face and falls to the ground. He turns to look at you, his head tilting in a jarring manner, and his eyebrows raising. “That was not nice.” You shake your head, letting out a loud sigh. Jerome mimics your sigh, and reaches over quickly, pulling you too him. “Are you upset?” He asks sarcastically, not giving you time to answer before he pats your head. “It’s all right, I have you now.” He mutters, a wide grin on his face. Jerome is obviously amused by this whole situation, which just makes you more frustrated. “Do you always have to be so annoying?” You ask, pulling away from him. “Do you always have to be this cute?” He counters quickly, tapping your nose lightly with his finger, and mouthing boop. You stare at him, your jaw dropping open. Usually the two of you would bicker back and forth, and just annoy each other in general, but today he was acting…different with you. He smiles at your loss of words, and brings his face closer to yours. “Well, doll, seeing as how you haven’t cut my head off yet I’m going to assume you’re fine with this.” Jerome whispers, pushing your hair out of your face. You stare into his eyes, and he laughs again, and raises his eyebrows, his eyes widening slightly. “I like you, y/n. You’re different. You’re better, your smarter, and you’re definitely cuter.” You don’t have time to respond to this before Jerome kisses you. He pulls away quickly though, and rests his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes again. “You really are beautiful, ya know?” He says, grinning crookedly. “Jerome, I-” You begin, although your sentence is cut off by the doors opening and Barbara and Tabitha walking into the room. Barbara’s eyebrows shoot up instantly when she sees the two of you. “What’s going…” Barbara’s voice trails up as Jerome pops up of the couch very dramatically, throwing his arms up in the air. “It’s not what it looks like!” He wails, acting in his over the top, dramatic way. He pauses, his arms falling to his side as he looks over at you, shooting you a wink. “…but it’s pretty freaking close.” Jerome walks over to you and kisses your forehead before falling back onto the couch and pulling you into his arms. Tabitha shakes her head at this, moving into the other room quickly. Barbara smiles, and tilts her head. “Honestly, this doesn’t surprise me.” She says before walking into the kitchen. Jerome pinches your cheek, and kisses you again. He pulls back again, and winks once more. “Well, doll face, wanna hear a joke?” Jerome makes eye contact with you as you scream in frustration, and he begins laughing hysterically.
Request-Jerome and the reader are having sex when he starts singing ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ and the reader is laughing so hard that they have to stop and while their recovering Jerome pulls out a engagement ring from the bedside drawer
Note- Hey! I’m not dead. I finally posted, sorry for having to make you wait so long, and for such a short fic. But I hope you enjoy :D
Jerome kissed Y/N’s lips, then her jaw, and down her chest. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, tugging on it every once in awhile. Jerome reached under her and unclasped her bra. He pulled it off of her and smiled.
“God you’re gorgeous Doll.” He complimented before moving down to unbutton her pants but Y/N stopped him.
“Ah ah ah, shirt for a shirt. Strip ginger.” Y/N smiled. Jerome slid his shirt over his head before moving back down to her pants. He slowly unbuttoned them and slid them down her legs revealing black lace underwear.
“Aw you got dressed up for me how kind.” Jerome said looking into her eyes.
“Come here.” Y/N said, Jerome complied and crawled up to her. Y/N quickly flipped them over so she was straddling his lap.
“My turn.” She said before unbuckling his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and for off of him so he could slide them off. Once he was done Y/N pushed back onto the bed. She ground down on his lap causing him to groan in pleasure. She did it a few more times until Jerome grabbed her hips.
“I don’t have time for games.” He said in a low voice before flipping them over so the he was on top once again. He pretty much ripped her underwear off along with his own. He climbed on top of her before lining himself up.
“Ready Dollface?” Y/N nodded before he entered her, he stilled to let her adjust.
“Go on.” She says, with that Jerome slowly starts to quicken his pace making them both moan out.
“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.” Jerome starts to sing.
“What the fuck?” Y/N laughs.
“Never gonna run around and desert you.” Jerome continues, Y/N starts laughing so much she can’t breathe.
“Stop stop stop, I need a minute.” Y/N laughs. Jerome pulls out of her and she sits up. As Y/N is trying to catch her breath and wipe off her tears from laughing Jerome opens the nightstand drawer. He pulls out a a small black velvet box, he turns to Y/N.
“What are you doing? What’s that?” Y/N asks finally calm.
“I know we’re both very young but I know that I love you. I know this is also a weird time to ask but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Y/N will you marry me?” Jerome asks opening up the box to reveal a diamond ring. Y/N looks down at the ring and up at Jerome. The tears returning back to her eyes but these tears weren’t from laughing, the were from happiness, she couldn’t believe Jerome actually wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
“Whad'ya say Doll?” Jerome asks nervously.
“Of course Jerome!” Y/N says holding her hand out, Jerome takes her hand and slides the ring on.
“I thought you were gonna say no for a minute there.” Jerome smiles.
“Never, I love you Jerome Valeska.” Y/N leans towards him.
“I love you too soon to be Mrs. Valeska.” Jerome closes the gap kissing her passionately returning to what they were doing previously.
Prompt: where the reader has small boobs (I know it’s a little strange but I have a flat chest and it makes me a little upset when the reader in smuts has big boobs) anyway, the reader is constantly bullied by some girl because of her chest size. Jerome finds out and brings the girl to the reader to kill. Reader kills her and Jerome makes the reader feel good about her body with adult situations.
I don’t understand why you guys get so angry i mean
1. the season isn’t even over yet and you’re all complaining about stuff that probably will be revealed at the end of S3
2. Stop complaining about “no jerome”, as I said, shit’s going down and it’s only episode 10 I MEAN WHAT DID U EXPECT? Sunflowers and nygmobblepot kisses for the whole fkin season? lol
3. Yes I ship Barbara and Tabitha but the season made pretty clear that barbara is 100% insane and obsessed with Gordon, her relationship with tabs is a “friends with benefits + murder” thing, so please
4. this was just episode 10
7. get your shit together, Gotham will not disappoint us, they’ve made a great tv series so far so why would they fuck up right now?
Although it had felt like an eternity, in reality y/n had only been with Jerome for a few weeks. She didn’t want to stay with him, she simply didn’t have a choice. At least, those were the words she kept telling herself.
Every morning when she woke up next to him, she told herself that this isn’t what she wanted, that she wanted to be back with her family. But something in her said he wasn’t that bad of a person, at least not to her. Jerome never made her do anything y/n wasn’t comfortable yet, he tip-toed around her, slowly pushing her boundaries, waiting for her to ask him to stop before he stopped. Jerome definitely put on a show in front of Jim, just to taunt him. But in the safety of Theo’s Penthouse, he was caring, attentive and respectful.
She sighs, rolling over in the soft bed. The silken sheets feel extra cold against her skin. Although she’s cold, practically shaking, she stays where she is, even though she can feel the heat radiating from Jerome. He’s on his side of the bed-it was a compromise they’d made, she’d sleep in the same bed as him as long as he kept his distance. She stares at his face, wondering if he’s asleep or awake, wondering if it would be so bad if she would just curl up next to him. In the dark she can just barely make out his closed eyes, his relaxed expression. “Jerome?” She whispers. When he doesn’t make a sound, she moves closer to him slowly, testing the waters. Even as y/n is directly by him, just barely not touching him, he doesn’t move. The warmth spreading from his body comforts y/n as she nestles close to him, burying her face in his chest.
After her body has warmed a bit, she begins to move away, back to the empty cold side of the bed. Y/n’s body already begins to chill the second she moves from him, causing a shiver to travel down her spine. The motion forces Jerome from his sleep and he reaches out, eyes still closed, pulling y/n back to him. He sighs softly, nuzzling her neck.
“You’ve been awake for the past three hours,” he murmurs. “You’re freezing cold, just stay over here.” Jerome holds her to him, but his arms are wrapped around her loosely, giving her the choice. Even with how much y/n wants to leave, wants to show that she doesn’t have a soft spot for the ginger, she can’t. The warmth of his body is slowly lulling her asleep and it doesn’t help any when he begins to trace circles on her back with his index finger, whispering soft nonsense to her. Something about the way he holds her and the way he whispers sweet nothings into her ear makes y/n feel safer than she has ever felt in her life. When y/n has finally fallen asleep, Jerome’s hand stops and presses against her back, pulling her closer to him. His other arm lays over her neck, curling at her head. He leans his head down, his nose brushing against her forehead. Jerome closes his eyes and lets out a small, content sigh.
“Well, look what we have here.” The sound of Barbara’s voice pulls y/n out of her sleep roughly and her eyes pop open. “I guess your plan worked, Jerome. She’s warming up to you.” Jerome mumbles something under his breath, having just been woken up by Barbara too. He nuzzles y/n’s neck, snuggling closer to her as he tries to fall back asleep. “Aw, isn’t that so cute, Tabitha? Look. Their like a-” Barbara doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before y/n pushes herself away from Jerome quickly, moving to the other side of the bed and standing up. A small whining noise leaves Jerome’s throat and he peers up at her, his expression somewhat blank. He rolls off the bed, standing on his feet, his head down. “O-oh.” Barbara says, her eyebrows shooting up. “Did I say something?” Y/n’s cheeks turn crimson red and she wraps her arms around herself.
“We aren’t like a couple and I’m not warming up to him; he kidnapped me.” She says, attempting to make her voice sound as serious as possibly. This causes Jerome to laugh loudly. “What? What’s so funny?” Y/n snaps, turning her attention to the now fully awake ginger. He’s bright eyes meet hers as he tilts his head.
“You.” He says. “This,” he motions around at the room.
“What do you mean?” Y/n asks.
“You pretending like there isn’t something,” he hisses, beginning to move around the bed. “Pretending like you don’t care about me,” Y/n backs up a bit as he reaches her. Jerome stares down at her, his gaze so intense that she shivers slightly. “This act that you put up in front of everyone else,” he mutters, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “When it’s so very clear,” he leans in, not stopping even as she backs up against the wall. Jerome reaches out, cupping one side of her face with his hand. “That you’re as into me as I am into you.” Y/n’s brain seems to freeze as he leans forward. “And I’m going to prove it, sweet-cakes.” Y/n reluctantly meets his gaze, and her heart calms a bit. Jerome has no darkness in his eyes, not right now. His eyes sparkle with a playful glint, his lips tilt up in an amused grin. Suddenly y/n is hit with a wave of light-heartedness and she grins at him.
“If you can catch me,” she says, launching herself past him before he has time to react. Jerome’s grin widens as he chases after her.
Barbara stands watching, one eyebrow raised as they run around the room, slamming into walls, sometimes tripping and crashing to the ground. Overall, they were making a huge ruckus. Barbara turns to Tabitha. “She doesn’t know what she’s in for, poor girl.” Tabitha mutters, shaking her head. Barbara rolls her eyes.
“She seems to like him, whether she’s realized it or not. I’ve never seen Jerome happier than when he’s around her; I don’t see the problem.” Barbara whispers.
Tabitha opens her mouth to respond, to tell Barbara about Theo’s plans he’d discussed with her, but y/n bolts over to them, not giving herself enough time to stop as she slams into the dresser beside the door. It thuds against the wall, everything on its shelves teetering around, a statue tipping off and barreling down towards her. Jerome launches out, throwing himself over her and pulling her head to his chest, trying to protect as much of her as possible. Luckily, the statue crashes to the floor about a foot away from Jerome. Theo runs to the door, staring at them with wide eyes.
“What is- Jerome,” he sighs, pressing his palm to his forehead. “Jerome, try not to break anything else, okay?” Theo scolds. When he turns his gaze to you, slight confusion flickers in his eyes before he raises his eyebrows. “You two seem to be getting along better,” he comments. Jerome rests his forehead on y/n’s, wiggling his eyebrows intensely.
“See? I told ya, sweet-cakes. You’re warming up to me. I’d even dare say that you like me.” He says. Y/n rolls her eyes as she giggles and steps away from him.
“You didn’t really make the best first impression but you’re definitely making up for it.” She says. Jerome sighs and moves his hand in a circular motion and he tilts his head, raising his eyebrows.
“But I’m making up for it, and that’s what counts, isn’t it doll?” Y/n’s heart flutters and she blinks, casting her gaze away from him. Something about Jerome is begging to pull her in, his sweet personality with a side so dark that it scared her, something about the way he was to her while no one but the Maniax were around. She wasn’t sure what that meant about her, but she didn’t want to think about it too much. Y/n smiles, meeting Jerome’s gaze once again.
“Tag!” She shouts as she leaps forward, the childish joy rising in her once again as she taps his arm, bolting past him and out into the kitchen. Jerome smiles, turning lazily.
“You’re really going to play tag?” Theo asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Any reason to be near her, yeah.” He murmurs softly before hoping out into the kitchen.
It had been three months since Jerome had taken you away from ‘Him’ and back to his home. He lived with Six others, and you where pretty sure one of them was the running candidate for mayor. Although you could never be sure, he seemed to make it a point to avoid you. On the first day Jerome had brought you back to the house you had remained in the bedroom, curled up under the covers and crying. You had no idea what was going on, whether this was better for worse than being with ‘Him’. Although it seemed better, while you cried Jerome sat on the edge of the bed, giving you blankets to wrap yourself in and saying nothing. You cried for a good 2 hours before stopping and looking over to Jerome. As soon as he noticed you had stopped crying he shuffled closer, gently cupping you cheek and grinning like a mad man.
“I don’t like seeing pretty girls cry.” He said, “I just want you to be happy here. You will be happy here. Safer too.”
From that day, Jerome had done everything in his power to make you happy so that you wouldn’t cry again. Whenever he saw even the slightly frown on your lips he would tell a joke or give you he classic manic grin, something that always managed to make you chuckle. In three months you had only really ventured from the bedroom to the kitchen, and rarely the living room. Whenever you went Jerome escorted you, although you weren’t sure why, but you enjoyed his company. But today you would find out why Jerome escorted you everywhere.
Jerome had left you early, claiming he had some private business to attend to. It was odd, Jerome slept in the same room as you, but he always slept on the sofa, some nights you would wish he could crawl into bed with you. Even if he did, the bed was so big you’d be able to fit Jerome and an entire cow on it. You woke to find Jerome had gone, a small note on the bedside table telling you he would return soon. Calling you his pretty girl once again. The only time you had heard Jerome use your name was the night he saved you. The nickname he gave you always made you blush. You where still confused about your feelings for him, but you where quickly coming around, Jerome never forced anything on you.
You pulled yourself out of the bed and felt your stomach rumble. You quickly slipped on some of the clothes that Jerome had given you, a simple skirt and top. You stood by the door and wondered whether you should leave the room alone or wait for Jerome to return. But your rumbling stomach told you not the wait. Stepping out silently your feet padded against the wooden floors as you ran to the kitchen, set on getting yourself a quick snack and returning to your room. As you reached the kitchen you saw that someone was already there. Catching a glimpse of his face you saw it was Greenwood – a man who Jerome had told you to stay stay away from. Before you could leave the kitchen and hide away, Greenwood spotted you,
“You!” He grinned, but this wasn’t a grin like Jerome’s, no, this grin frightened you. “Jerome has kept you well hidden!” He said, grabbed you arm and pulling you into the kitchen. His grip on your arm reminded you to much of ‘His’ so you tried to pry your fingers off.
“Please let go…” You whispered,
“I just want to talk to you.” He spoke, almost innocently, but you knew there was something else.
“Well, maybe when Jerome gets back…”
“No!” He interrupted, “Jerome doesn’t need to be here.” He stepped closer to you and you could smell his foul aftershave,
“I would like him to be here..” You spoke quietly, silently praying Jerome would come and save you once more.
“It’s not about what you would like, Pretty girl.” He used Jerome’s nickname but it didn’t sound right coming from him,
“It’s about what everyone else wants. Jerome shouldn’t keep you all to himself.” Greenwood tugged you forward and tried to pull you to his chest, but you took your chance and pushed you hands into his chest, knocking him off his balance and realising you completely. You spun around and ran, out of the kitchen and down the hall to Jerome’s room, Greenwood following close behind. You managed to make it to the bedroom, rushing through the door and slamming it shut behind you, locking it and hearing Greenwood shouting on the other side.
“Pretty Girl?” Jerome’s voice shocked you, snapped you head up to see him looking down at you, confused and angry.
“You weren’t here when I got back.” He almost growled, tears ran down your cheeks as you mumbled out a string of ‘Sorry’s’. Jerome walked towards you and pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and stroking you hair, much like he had done the first time you met.
“Shhh… It’s okay, Pretty Girl…” He whispered, “What happened?” He asked once you had calmed down.
“I’m so sorry Jerome… I was just hungry and I thought I could just get a snack and, and-” you stumbled over the words, Jerome sighed and held you tightly in his arms,
“It was Greenwood wasn’t it?” He growled, you only nodded and looked up to Jerome.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled,
“I know. It’s okay, Pretty Girl.” He kissed your cheek and leaned his forehead against your temple. You stayed like that for a while, enjoying Jerome’s arms as they slid down to rest on your waist. Making a brave choice you turned you head and placed your lips against his in a soft, chaste kiss. Although shocked first, Jerome quickly began to kiss you back, gripping onto your waist and holding you close. When you pulled away, your cheeks where burning red and Jerome had a grin on his face.
“I’ve been waiting for that for three months, pretty girl.” He whispered,
“Sorry it took so long.” You replied, Jerome placed another quick kiss on your lips, grinning when you turned even more red.
“Worth the wait.”
“Then tell me the truth.” Jim asked,
“Jerome saved me.” You snapped,
“He saved you?” Jim clarified, not believing the words,
“Yes. He made my life better.” “He killed your father.” Harvey added,
“He saved my life.” You said again. “You want to start from the beginning?”