(Although, the idea
did come from an Anon. Thanks Anon!)
Summary: Jerome is
snooping through y/n’s drawers one day, and he finds a bottle of what he thinks
are pills. He finds her and begins to tell her how perfect her mind is.
Need to know: Y/n and
Jerome are a couple.
Warnings: Mild language.
When the bed shifts as y/n gets up, Jerome opens one eye, just
enough to peek at her as she shuffles across the room. His eyes open more fully
as he sits up.
“Where ya goin’?” He mutters, his voice still rough from
sleep. Y/n glances over at him, smiling widely. Jerome’s gaze rakes her body, a
smile slipping onto his face. In his sleepy state he can’t comprehend much, so
he laughs softly as he tries to gather his thoughts. “Come back here…lay down
for a while longer, y/n.” He rolls over onto his back, closing his eyes. “We
could snuggle for a whil-” His sentence is cut off by the sound of the door
slamming shut. He lets out a long sigh as he rolls over again, staring
longingly at the door. The sound of another door opening, and then the
showering turning on. He sits up slowly, taking his time as he gets out of bed,
walking over to his dresser. Jerome grabs a plain grey T-shirt and throws it on
quickly, pulling a pair of black sweatpants on over his boxers. He arches his
back, stretching slowly. Jerome stares at the door again, wishing that y/n
would be done with her shower already so he could be near her again.
But, he quickly snaps out of his thoughts as his eyes land
on a small, white bottle half-hidden on her side of the bed, sitting in the
cabinet. He walks over quickly. As he reaches out to grab the cabinet door, his
foot catches on the rug. He tips forward, grabbing at the cabinet’s handle. His
hand slams into and he closes his eyes briefly as he crashes to the ground, his
heart pounding wildly in his chest. His head tilts to the side as his eyes
open, and he gets a sideways view of the small white bottle. It lays on its
side on the floor, the cap half undone, the small, cylindrical pills peeking
out from the darkness of the bottle. Jerome’s gaze widens as he reaches out,
grabbing it angrily.
Just then, y/n bursts into the room, her wet hair hanging
down and dripping all over, wetting the front of her grey tank top. Her gaze
falls down to the scene in her front of her, and she covers her mouth,
attempting to hide her laughter. Jerome stands up quickly.
“What the hell are
these y/n?!” He shouts, shaking the bottle. Some of the small pills fly out of
the bottle and scatter across the carpet. Y/n’s eyes widen slightly.
“Jerome, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not what it looks
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He growls. He
moves forward quickly. “Listen to me kitten; you, you are perfect. But what you’re doing right now, taking these pills…” He
shakes his head. “You’re being like them.
And they are all prisoners. What
everyone else calls sanity, that’s just a prison in their minds. This prison,
it stops you from seeing that you’re just tiny little cogs in a giant, absurd machine! Wake up, y/n! Why would you want to be a cog? What
happened to you? I thought you wanted to be free like me.” Jerome shakes his
head angrily. “To do this to yourself, that’s dumb as hell y/n! You’re perfect the way you are, you’re wonderful. There’s
not a damn thing you need to change about yourself.” He moves forward and sets
the pills on the bedside table. Jerome puts one hand on y/n’s waist, and the
other on her face. He pulls her closer to him and stares down at her, pushing a
strand of her h/c hair out of her face. “You’re wonderful, kitten. You’re the
best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he caresses her face and places a soft
kiss on her nose. “Your mind…” Jerome close his eyes and inhales deeply. “Your
mind is the most beautiful thing about you. Why would you want to change that?
You shouldn’t want to change that, y/n!” He opens his eyes and stares at her. “Promise
me, promise me you’ll stop taking them. If you love me y/n, if you love me promise
me. Promise me you won’t destroy your mind, promise me you won’t just
conform to everyone else.”
“Jerome…” A small laugh escapes y/n’s lips, although she is
trying to be as serious as possible.
“You think this is funny?” Jerome snarls, moving over to the
bed side table quickly and picking up the bottle. “This isn’t funny, kitten, I
“Jerome! Those are vitamins,” she interrupts him, covering
her mouth to suppress her giggles. Jerome’s mouth falls open as he stares at
her in shock.
“No.” He breathes.
“Yes,” y/n laughs
and moves forward, taking one out and popping it in his mouth. A repulsed look
crosses Jerome’s face, and then it slowly shifts to confusion. “Jerome…they’re vitamins.
Gummy vitamins. I could see how you
could mistake them for pills-that is what the look like- but I’m not taking any
sort of medicine like that.” Jerome backs away from her, giving her the stink
eye as he chews the vitamin. “Oh, come on
Jerome, don’t be like that.” She moves forward to hug him and he crosses his
arms, lifts his head up, and turns around, all the while still chewing the
gummy. Y/n moves to stand in front of him, placing her hand on her shoulder. “Jerome…”
He finishes chewing and swallows roughly.
“Who the hell buys
vitamins that look like real medicine?”
“They were pink, and smelled like strawberries.”
“So?” Jerome scoffs,
narrowing his eyes. “I can’t believe you
let me get so worked up. You could’ve said something, y/n. You could’ve told me
“I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” she laughs and
shakes her head. “I am sorry Jerome, but you have to admit: you overreacted.”
Jerome gasps loudly and places a hand over his heart. “Kitten,”
he mumbles, leaning down and kissing her cheek. His facial expression loses all
of his anger from before. He pulls y/n to him, kissing her forehead. “I’m
sorry, kitten.” He mumbles. “I was worried.” She smiles.
“I know, Jerome. I’m not angry.” He stands up straight, and
“Well I’m still bitter that you just let me ramble on.” With
that, he turns around and bounces out the door.