#cameron monaghan x reader

[kolsmikaelson]

thinking about jerome when he’s dousing the bus full of cheerleaders in gasoline but he stops when he sees you, shivering in your seat with your eyes shut as tight as possible. just waiting for it to be your turn, only to open them slightly when you don’t feel anything. the scared look in your eyes is gone almost immediately when you see jerome, making an even bigger smirk rest on his face. you know it’s wrong but you can’t help your thighs from rubbing together, something jerome doesn’t miss. “you’re coming with me, pretty.”

before you know it, he’s got you pinned against the wall in some high-end penthouse, panties tugged to your ankles and little cheer skirt flipped over your ass. he licks a thick stripe up your core, his nose bumping against your clit as he’s all but making out with your pussy. 

“y’like that, pretty? being so good for me.” whines escaping you at the loss of his touch, “oh you poor thing, can’t handle it when i’m not touching you?”  

“mhm, feels so good.”

his fingers are still inside of you until that point, once those words pass through your lips he starts fucking them into you again. just before you’re able to cum he stops his movements suddenly and pulls out, shoving his fingers in your mouth before your whines reach his ears. 

“y’gonna be quiet while i fuck you, yeah, baby?” you nod feverishly, sucking his fingers farther into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. 

jerome slaps the head of his cock on your clit a couple of times before pushing into your warmth, jackhammering into you almost immediately. the drag of his cock against your walls causes your muffled moans and jeromes grunts to be the only sounds echoing in the room. 

he reaches around to your front, fingers finding you clit and rubs harsh circles on it. “when i’m done, ‘m gonna fuck you up against that window, let everyone see what a slut you are for me,” he smirks feeling you clench around him “yeah? y’like that idea, baby?” 

“mhm, please jerome, can i cum?”

“go ahead baby, cum all over my cock,” his thrusts become faster, but sloppier than before and you could tell he was on the verge of cumming. your orgasm sends jerome over the edge, seeing the white ring of cum at the base of his cock keeps him fucking you through your orgasm. 

jerome kisses you roughly, and then, “you’ve got ten minutes, then i’m keeping my promise.”

special tag for @valeskafics since he’s our man

[harleyvaleska19]

Old pic 🖤 🔥

Happy Sunday

[calummss]

being in a relationship with cameron monaghan…

masterlist

start and development of relationship

i think you and cam would be the embodiment of childhood best friends to lovers

your families were super close friends and lived next to each other in the los angeles suburbs

they made play dates, made sure you attended the same kindergarten, school etc.

this meant you saw each other literally every second of every day but you didn’t mind

every other weekend your parents would get together in their backyards and have a barbecue which meant the two of you would stay up the whole night together

you would fall asleep together, waking up in his arms or with his head on your stomach

casual display of affection because ‘you are just best friends and have been doing it since you were kids’

late night deep talks on the rooftop!!

trying your first cigarette together and breaking into fits of coughing and laughter as the hot smoke clashes with the cold night air

one time your parents asked you if you two were together and you denied it so fast lmao. like you were flustered!!

“imagine if we dated.” “imagine.”

when either one of you had trouble sleeping you would throw rocks at each other’s window to spend time together

you would always end up in the backyard, talking until you fell asleep

your parents found you like this most days

even they knew!!

“i know you better than i know myself”

you too were interested in the entertainment industry so sometimes you wouldn’t see each other for weeks

one day you get into a huge fight because the other went on a “date” and didn’t tell the other

“do they even know [small insignificant thing you mentioned once] …”

no one knew how to act until you kissed each other

the silence was so loud

“it’s always been you” / “i’ve always loved you” / “i have loved you all my life”

being each other’s firsts and lasts at the same time

he gifts you a necklace with his birthstone that matches the ring he bought himself (with your initial engraved)

being super excited when cameron gets cast in shameless!!

you got booked for your first tv show and started working on music

what the relationship would include

dedicating songs to cameron

forehead/cheek/temple/top of head kisses

making songs with cam!!

adopting pets together (bonus if its cats and dogs)

cameron appearing in your music videos

everyone being obsessed with you like they are with blake lively and ryan reynolds

cam’s hands are always on you!! around your waist, hand resting on your thigh, holding your hand, anything!! this man needs to feel you at all times

anytime there is a shameless cast reunion you’re automatically invited cause everyone loves you and you’re basically a part of the team

“there’s not a moment in my life where i haven’t loved you”

any award he wins he will always thank you first. it just comes naturally

i feel like he’s the type of boyfriend to save video edits of you

and then watches them when you’re away because he misses you…

so random but i have this tugging feeling that emma kenney and you would be super close. like when you catapulted to stardom during cam’s time on shameless, you were emma’s favourite singer and she’d always ask cam how you were and if you ever wanted to hang out with her

it was adorable!!

this + noel being the biggest y/n-nator (you sang at his wedding)

since we’re already talking about the shameless actors being your fans we cannot forget the nr.1 fan SHANOLA!!!

back to the things the relationship would include

late night beach trips

morning coffee runs with the dogs

cameron attending most of your concerts

bonus: fans film him jamming to your songs with your friends and family and they go super viral!!

cooking together, music blasting through the entire house as you dance together in your underwear

even in your thirties your parents still have weekly dinners. it brings back so many memories and a wave of nostalgia washes over you

just imagine how sexy cam would look in black linen pants and a white shirt (first few buttons undone) holding tongs as he stands by the grill with a beer in his hand inspo pic

cameron always cups your face, holds your face or places his hand on the back of your head when he kisses you!!

playing mario kart and cursing at each other (you did this as kids too)

occasionally late at night you have a couple of drinks and smokes, reminiscing about your childhoods

when cam hugs you he lifts you off the ground and does a little spin

leaning into each other when laughing

bonus: your/his wedding vows going something like this: “do you remember how our parents always used to joke that we'd get married one day? we’d get so defensive and embarrassed. they acted like they had us all figured out. now they’re in the front row having the last laugh […]” + imagine cameron singing an original song (something like perfect by ed sheeran)

[yondiii]

AHHHHH

i cant i love him too much

[januaryembrs]

congrats on 3k!!!!! That’s such an amazing achievement!!

Also you write for Cal????? I love you

Mayhaps a coffee? With cal if you have a wip for him? If not that’s fine lol

FAMILIAR FACE | Cal Kestis x Sith!Reader

description: Cal wasn't the only survivor of Order 66

length: 0.6k

warnings: violence

It was him. You hadn’t heard that voice in years, hadn’t seen that auburn hair, those eyes greener than the blooms of foliage that surrounded you. 

“I’m not afraid of you,” He snarled, igniting his lightsaber and standing on the defence, “You can’t be the indomitable Sith they say you are if you’re too afraid to remove your mask,” 

Your jaw clenched beneath your helmet, your head turning to the side as you eyed up your prey. Five years. It had been five years since you’d been left in the temple to face off Vader alone, a thirteen year old padawan lost and vulnerable, left to care for the ones younger than yourself. You’d thought he had been slaughtered just like the rest of them, thought maybe if he had survived then he would come back for you. You were supposed to be his best friend. 

But he had left you there. Left you at the hands of Darth Vader, the only one who showed you mercy. Who trained you as his own, who crafted the force wielder you were today from the ground up. 

He cared for you. He had faith in you. He would never leave you defenceless; it was why he’d spent so much time and effort guiding you in the ways of the Sith. 

Vader allowed you to feel, the one thing the Jedi always forbid. And for that you owed him your life. 

“You’re a coward,” He spat, yet you spotted the limp in his leg where you had kicked him yelling and thrashing into the cavern the two of you stood in. He must have retained some of his training at least to have caught himself before the damage would be too severe. 

You smiled, something crazed and manic, because despite his brave words and seething expression, you smelled his fear on the breeze, and that was what made you lunge for him. 

Within a flash your sabre was ignited, a cardinal red crackle of light and you cleared the fifty yards in seconds, the hum of your training hot under your skin, and he had only a single blink to bring his weapon up to block his face as your sliced through the air, hurtling towards his neck where his head would have been scorched clean off had he not been quick enough. 

His eyes were wide, his breath crawling up his throat in a halted scream as he tried to save face and show no fear, but you could feel it pumping through his veins with every heartbeat. 

“Play nice now, Cal,” You purred, your smirk only widening when his face morphed into confusion, “That’s no way to speak to a woman, now is it?” 

“Who are you?” He asked, horror spreading over his expression as you lamented, taking a single step back yet keeping your artillery murmuring hungrily in your palm. 

You left me, Cal Kestis. You left me to die like a dog and never once looked back. 

You raised a hand up to your helm, yanking it up and over your face as you revelled in every second of his distress, the pools of emerald in his hues whirling with shock and something distraught. 

“I think you already know,” You said with a smirk, tossing your armour to the ground with a thud as it rolled over the Kashyyyk ferns that littered the floor. 

And you dived for him again while he was distracted, your sabre heading straight for his heart.

[warnersister]

Star Cross’d

Jerome Valeska x Gordon’s daughter!Reader

Jerome Valeska x Reader

This couldn’t last forever. Nor could it last the remainder of the night. Your father; Jim Gordon, would find out soon enough and put a stop to all to all this nonsense.

Nonsense: the nights you’d both spent lying awake in eachother’s warm embrace, discussing all inevitable components that make up the matrix melancholy of the cogs of life. Shivering slightly under the thin covers, an early winter’s morn and nearing-replacement window panes sending an extra sharp gasp of cooling freeze, compliments of some state north of here. But the delicate gushing of blood through the fingertips that dance with solider-like coherency remind you of being alive.

Nonsense: the candy floss he had bought you the night you met, unknowing of your disliking to the sickly-sweetness of a fairground staple but you ate it regardless, noticing the dust particles falling from his wallet as he handed you the carnival delicacy: wide grin decorating a pearl-filled grin making your heart remind your head that regardless of your economical struggles recently, you truly were rich. An odd sparkle of a concoction of unintelligible senses that overwhelmed your consciousness with a haze-like hypnosis of enamour for the boy yet to receive a name.

Nonsense: having you sat in the front row; against your father’s wishes at his court hearing, eyes flickering mindlessly between you and the judge - amnesty ignoring his court-presented attorney to delicately study the breathing work of art sat behind him. Allowing his own fate to unfold if it meant he got to look at you that little while longer. His sentence to Arkham emitting a gasp from your lips, yet a sense of comfort knowing this somehow meant he wasn’t a mindless killer; he was ill. He wrestled his restraints to give you a finalising kiss to the back of your hand with a sincere tone, voice barely above a whisper as he made you vow to him to forgive him.

Nonsense: the letters stashed in the small shoe box in the bottom of your wardrobe, beneath a well-word pair of disregarded sneakers that acted as gatekeepers for some abhorrent alternation of Romeo and Juliet if Shakespeare was mentally disproportionate. The daily recorded scrawl of proclamations of love and mourning for the distance between the both of you, a somehow best yet illegible cursive getting progressively more dissipated as the page descended - adapting Lamark’s unacceptable theory as the boy evolved from a maladjustment killer to a love sick poet.

Nonsense: crying when you visited him, breaking down into a pool of tears as he appreciated your presence and worshiped your being to an alternative offspring of the Antichrist’s teaching; praying and begging for your mercy - your living self a shrine for his selfless obsession of palpitating sickness of his desire. Your small, naïve smile as you told him you understood, those countless, sleepless nights you lay away shivering in the cold and you ponder your own sanity.

Nonsense: being the first person whom he adheres to when broken out of the Asylum, climbing up a three-story dtysfunctioning drain pipe in the dead of night in the dismal rain of an autumnal Gotham oldhallow’s eve - thunder cracking as you shared a romantic desperation of the age old locking of lips, holding one another on the floor as though terrified the other would painfully disappear if they disimbedded their claws; leaving crescent shaped moon imprint on the skin.

Nonsense: having dates in the darkest hours to avoid disruption; dominating Gotham at three hands of two desperately pining adolescents; insanity of love a proclamation of their secession from the rest of world and society, a religious-like devotion to the other promised by a kiss at every goodbye and a smile at every hello.

Nonsense. The relationship between you and Jerome Valeska was utter nonsense; but the soft whisper-like kisses he leaves on the parting of your hair and down to the nape of your neck makes you alternately shiver as you allow yourself just that few more minutes of sinful indulgence.

[maweallgotohell]

OKAY NO WAIT

I was reading fanfiction a few minutes ago, right? And it was about halloween costumes. Well, Cameron in halloween costumes.

AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT JUST RANDOMLY CAME TO MY MIND?!?!

okok y’all aren’t ready for this scenario-

Imagine it being Halloween and yn and Cam are going to go to a Halloween party of one of their friends. He knew what costume you’d choose, because you loved it so much, you couldn’t shut up about it. He, however, kept his costume choice a secret. You were lowkey scared he’d come up with something either incredibly scary, weird or stupid but it was

so.

much.

worse.

Or better, in your case.

After a few years of you and him being in a relationship, you randomly told him, that you had an immense crush on his character Jerome Valeska when you were 17. You were a few years younger than him. He was 30 now and you were 25. So when he was 22, you were 17, which was when they released the second season of Gotham. (This shit took all my math knowledge omfg)

You two laughed about it together. Cameron was a bit surprised that you randomly shared your teenage crushes with him, but he found it cute and funny.

So anyways.

It was the evening of the party and you already waited for him in the kitchen, already wearing your (fav costume) costume.

Cam‘s costume must’ve been very time-, skill- and effort-consuming, because he had called someone he once worked with, to help him with it. By the time you were really curious about his costume. Why did he make it such a secret?

You didn’t want to be late, so you knocked on the bathroom door and called:“ Cam, darling, are you ready soon? We’re gonna be late.“

„Yeah, yeah, just a sec, hun!“, he answered from the other side of the door, giggling like a little child.

What the hell was up with him? His costume must be really great.

You went back down the stairs and waited for him at the bottom of the staircase.

After a few minutes, you heard the bathroom door creak open upstairs and him giggling. As he came downstairs you turned around and-

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Were you dreaming?

Wth was happening.

In front of you stood your boyfriend.

As Jerome mf Valeska.

You stopped breathing for a bit and felt like passing out any second. All those butterflies you felt for the character in your teens-

They were back.

„You like it?“, Cam smirked.

You just stared at him.

Then you just broke out into loud laughter.

„Wtf Cam HAHAHAH WHAT IS THIS“

You had to grab onto your thighs for support while wheezing and laughing.

„I thought, for this Halloween, I’d go as your teenage crush.“, he joined in on your laughter.

„I can’t take this Cam omfg. It’s so weird. I can’t take you seriously with this, you know that right?“

„Nah, I think you’re just even more in love with me right now.“, he grinned proudly.

„Yeah true.“

„Sooo“, he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.

„ You still in love with lil ol‘ me?“, he asked in his deep Jerome voice.

Your face dropped.

„There is no way you can still do that.“, you said, blushing like mad.

He began laughing again.

„ Guess your crush on him is still there.“, he grinned.

„Yeah I guess the fictional crushes of teenage girls will never leave them.“, you said, a hand now over your mouth, still in shock.

„ Then let’s make little Yn‘s teenage dream come true and let her spend an evening with her bad boyfriend, Jerome Valeska.“, he grinned, placing an arm around your hip as he started guiding you towards the front door to leave.

„You know I’ll not be able to process this the whole evening, right?“, you asked, still a bit in shock.

„Yep.“, he grinned happily.

„Maybe my hot gf will be all over me even more the whole evening.“, he said, leaning down towards your ear, then whispering.

„ You look very hot btw hun. Gotta make sure to not let my feelings take over and take you home again just so I can have you all to myself, huh?“, he smirked.

You blushed. Yn exe literally stopped working.

You had literally the best boyfriend, Cameron Monaghan, who was also Jerome Valeska today..

Wtf.

„I love you so much Cameron, you know that?“

He smiled at you.

„ If you want you could even call me Jerome or J today.“, he smirked.

„But yeah, I know that. I love you too. And I love you more.“, he smiled proudly.

„But just don’t fall for Jerome more than for me, alright?“, he asked jokingly.

„No can do.“, you laughed at him as he poked your sides and started to tickle you as a response to your sassy answer.

—————

At the party, you two leaned on the bar waiting for your drinks. Well basically he leaned with his back against the bar and you leaned with your back against his hard chest, him having his arms around you. He put his head onto your shoulder and let out a sigh, making you shoot him a questioning look.

Then he raised his voice in the Jerome tone.

„It just feels good to be back.“

You giggled.

„Just don’t start killing people for real okay?“

„Why not? I wouldn’t harm you of course, doll. You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.“, he murmured in your ear in that raspy voice.

You laughed.

„Hell yeah I am.“

You took his hand in yours and placed a soft kiss on its back.

„And nothing’s gonna change that.“, you added, now turning your head to the side and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled, turned his head in your direction as well and kissed you on your lips, soft and gentle, the sfx make up on his lips feeling funny but also kinda real, which was astonishing.

As you pulled back, you examined every inch of his scarred face. Then you absentmindedly traced the scar where his face was „sewn on again“.

This was literally the most romntic thing Cam could’ve ever done for you and you didn’t even think about it earlier. That he could dress as Jerome.

There was a moment of silence as you two looked at each other.

„ I love you.“, you said. It was the most genuine and honest tone of yours.

„ Just please don’t get stabbed in the neck again or fall off a building. I can’t handle that shit again 8 years later. Hurt bad enough at 17.“, you smirked, rolling your eyes.

He chuckled.

„ I promise.“, he said in a playful way, but then his expression turned serious.

„I could never leave you YN, really. I love you.“

——————-

You two had an amazing evening.

BROOO IMAGINE-

Guys it’s 4:22 am and I’m sick so I really don’t give a fuck about any mistakes in this. That’s also why there aren’t any cute symbols or pictures for the aesthetic, I’m literally writing this on my phone rn. So I’ll fix that and correct them later, okay?

Thanks

Love ya <3

Bye

[supergrathix]

ridding and sucking him off

cameron monaghan x fem!reader

TW:pure smut,riding,oral( m resaving),spelling,pron no plot

a/n: short one shot 3 paragraphs not a lot sorry if spelling is bad i’m dyslexic 😭anyway hope you enjoy

🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

you sat facing him on his lap as he lifted you up and down the faint moans from your throat as you closed you eye you hand rushed to his ginger hair,small squeak from the chair. your hand rushed to you clit but you refused and put it back in his hair.

he slips his finger into your mouth and the moves his other hand down to your ass. he stopped moving right as you were about to hit your high you whine and he gave you a serious look and you know what you had to do.

you move off him and get in your knees,rapping your hands around his cock. he lets out a gasp you enter the tip of his cock in your mouth and begin to suck tasting yourself on him.

[your-nanas-house]

Hey darlings! I'm bit stuck with my writing. Could you send me some random smut prompts for some drabbles. Pretty please 🙇🏼‍♀️ (for any characters I write for)

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

So basically watching random reels when-

Jerome Velaska if his mother loved him.

Cr. Keegan Tindall check him out he's great

[sincerelylea]

posted this at work, enjoy. first peek into writing for cal.

11:28 pm. cal kestis. perseverance.

his breath was gratuitous. maybe in this moment more, because it usually was held deep in the muscle of his abdomen. hidden behind a ribcage - controlled with meditative practice, only exhaled through a steady release and flow. like this it wefted across the folds and fissures of the fitted sheet, only the light from stars could illuminate his freckled skin now, and like this you’d thank maker for giving you a gift as kind as this. 

a lowly window sits behind cal, that was the wall the bed was created on. on the ship when greez couldn’t make the jump into hyperspace it always offered you more time like this. time to count the freckles on his cheeks and shoulders, wander your eyes over the scars on his abdomen that dare peek under his sleep shirt. see him illuminated by a sight of an endless sea of never ending stars. 

“space,” you whispered to him as he slept, arm firmly tucked under your head with the other resting between your bodies. “it’s all here.” your touch lightens, you dance a ghost of a thumb over his cheeks. “you are the same, cal kestis.” you’ve been quiet enough and gentle enough to not wake him now. you press your lips to the center of his forehead between his brows and his face almost alters for a second as he barely graces into consciousness . 

he hums a short, mm almost like a question as to why you’d kissed him seemingly out of the blue. you bite your lips in a smile and smooth his brow, he returns his arm to be heavy weight across your waist, effectively bringing you closer to his body heat. “sleep, star boy.” you remind him to which he drifts off without further question. 

the jedi was running on fumes, if even that. the morale of rekindling his jedi flame was energy enough for him, yet rest was typically neglected and left him crashed in your hold for some hours on the mantis while he re-cooped. sometime soon greez would be able to make the jump into hyperspace and the countdown would begin of minutes left with him in your arms. but for now you’d count the breath, live and exist, if only to be shared with him.

[jeromeswife]

stargirl - jeremiah valeska

"I just wanna see you shine 'cause I know you are a stargirl"

ship: pre-spray! jeremiah valeska x reader

sugar daddy au

summary: (y/n) (l/n) is a broke college student, practically drowning in debt, a low number in her bank account, and endless work to obtain her degree. but when she meets jeremiah valeska, her world changes as he practically offers it to her.

chapters: coming soon

[gulnarsultan]

Hello, could you write a scenario Chris Decker X fem!Reader, pretty pls. (Chris Decker is one of Cameron Monaghan's characters) 🥺🩷 thank you

Reader and Chris will most likely meet by chance. From that day on, they will be friends.

"Scenario."

Chris' had been in a very bad mood for the past few days since his plans hadn't gone as planned. He had decided to go to the bar in the afternoon to collect himself. He was distracted on the way. He accidentally bumps into someone. Chris hesitates just as he's about to shout. In front of him was a very sweet and beautiful girl. The girl was looking at him worriedly.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I wasn't paying attention. I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"I'm glad you're okay. My name is Y/N. What's your name?"

"My name is Chris."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Do you have time ?"

"Yes."

"Maybe we can go for a drink."

"Sure. I already have time."

Chris and the reader are going to a cafe together. They become friends within a few hours. It's time for the reader to go. Reader kisses Chris' cheek as they say goodbye. Chris thinks today is not as bad as he thinks.

[calummss]

shameless

cameron monaghan

being in a relationship with cameron monaghan headcanon

gallavich

gallavich as girl!dads

[valeskakingdom]

What do you have to lose except your sanity? (part45)

"You know, doll," Jerome panted when he was carrying the unconscious Scarlet in his little hidden track "That reminds me of the time we tried to escape Arkham" He snickered "You got shot in the stomach and I carried you to your way out. Just now, it's a little different, in Arkham you were able to talk to me, but now you're like a corpse"

He laid her on a table and stared at her wound for a while, deliberating how to stop the bleeding and how to recover her. He had no clue about medical treatments or how to revive someone if needed. All he had was an old little medical kit he found there and a device that reminded him of something you used for electroshock therapy. Could he revive her with electroshocks? He could try it at least. But will she be the same? According to all their experiences in Arkham, he knew people could change through it. He didn't want to risk a thing. Scarlet could just change in the wrong way. Imagine, she's a polite, shy, and decent girl - that's horrible! What if her affection for Jerome stopped instantly? What if she called him a monster? A murder? How would Jerome ever plan some brutal murders with her? She would lose all her cleverness, her creativity, and her perfectionism. She would lose everything Jerome appreciated about her! She would become worthless, scum like Oswald. Jerome couldn't bare it. He needed his Scarlet! What should he do without his precious doll? He would have no one to share all the fun with! He would have lost the person that always stayed by his side! That was unacceptable.

"Hmm," Jerome hummed when he touched the wound, seeing that blood was dripping down her clothes "Wow, Andy was no bad gunman. He shot right through your stomach. That's gonna be a hard one as I'm no doctor. But," Jerome grabbed the medical kit and placed it right next to her to open it "I'ma solve your little problem, no worries. I'ma be gentle"

From the medical kit, he grabbed a scalpel and cut the wound wider to have more access to the bullet that was stuck in her stomach. The blood was formally floating down her stomach like a waterfall. The table and the ground were slowly covered in blood  - probably because Jerome cut through a vein. He didn't know it! He had no clue about the human body, he didn't know where to cut best!

"Oh!" Jerome gulped, grabbing some pledget and pressing them against the wound "That was not planned," His eyes widened when he noticed the blood was slightly dripping through the pledges. Blood was everywhere now, it was like Scarlet was taking a bath in it "Hell, doll, you're killing me, you're bleeding out like a slaughtered pig. That's...that's strangely satisfying to see this, you know, you would love that, too, I'm sure about that"

"Damn," He then put the pledget aside when he saw the bleeding somewhat stop and took a pair of little tweezers from the kit to pull the bullet out of her body "That's harder than I expected, I didn't know a little bullet could cause that many problems," He podded with the tweezers in Scarlet's stomach, it was like the bullet was nowhere to be found "Where's that fucking thing? It can't be solubilized, can it?" He kept searching for the bullet until he felt some renitency "Got it!"

Now he stared at the with a blood-covered bullet. It was so pretty, it was shining more than all the stars in the darkness. He was so fascinated by this little thing. It was so small but it could ruin human lives. It could damage muscles, tendons, and ligaments. It damages organs, and it even ends lives! That was so wonderful, Jerome thought, so many lives have ended thanks to little bullets like these, and so many people have suffered - he would enjoy the moment more if this bullet's victim wasn't his doll, though.

"Oh," Jerome immediately pressed another pledget against the wound "We don't want you to bleed out, right? Hehe, this would be a little too tragic for my taste. Now let's see with what I can stitch the wound" He looked again into the medical kit. He saw some plasters, some bandages, the tweezers, a little scissors, some more plasters - and there were needles and thread!

"You know, doll," Jerome tried to pull the thread through the needle's hole "I have no real experience with this. We didn't have something like a TV in the circus, just a silly radio in every trailer to be up to date. I never had the chance to watch all the doctor sitcoms and see their little tricks with their tools so," He sighed " Don't be mad about the ugly scar"

And so he started to stitch the wound, humming his favorite song. You could already think that: it was a bloody mess. He tried to stitch the hole in Scarlet's colon, tried to stitch skin to skin, but he failed. He either formed a knot with the threads or stitched over the actual spot, sometimes even he sutured the colon with her skin, with other organs, or with the colon itself! Her stomach looked like a total mess. He didn't even stitch it right, he thought stitching a wound was like sewing costumes, he just needed to put all layers together to get a good result - it was not true. There was a lot more behind that like sanitizing, aseptic instruments, several devices, and the knowledge - but Jerome didn't care. He just wanted to leave it all behind him and bring his doll back to life.

"Done," Jerome let out a relieved sigh "Not that bad actually, it looks...uhm...like a...uh...a J! Like a crippled J, yes," Jerome snickered "It looks quite good on your doll. I should have marked you much earlier" He then turned around, looking for some certain device "Now, how can I bring you back to life?"

He walked around his hidden track, from one side to another, in every corner and every room. He looked on every shelf, in every room - until he finally found this certain device. As said, he didn't know the device's name, but he knew it was used for electroshock therapy - and maybe this could bring Scarlet back to life.

He carried this heavy device to the table where Scarlet was laying. He put the electrodes on her head right and tied her arms and legs up so that she wouldn't fall on the ground when being electroshocked.

"So my love," Jerome snickered "Time for you to come back to me" And so he turned this certain device on.

Scarlet's body was shaking, her muscles were twitching and the table was shaking, as well. Seeing this scenario fascinated Jerome a lot. He had this certain power over her as if she was just a toy. To see her muscles twitching uncontrollably was so wonderful - and to his luck, Scarlet couldn't say anything against this, he cast a spell over her. He could shock her as many times as he wanted. She wouldn't say a thing, she would let him do it. For Jerome, it was like a dream come true! Finally, he would have control over a certain person without them nagging, babbling, insulting him, or else. He could do whatever he wanted! No one would tell him what to do or what was wrong and what was right.

Jerome tried this certain form of electroshock therapy several times - Scarlet wouldn't wake up. He increased the electroshock's power even, though the device was vibrating so much that he was even afraid it would be damaged. But sooner or later, Jerome turned the device off. He gave up on trying to revive his doll. Nothing worked. He lost his doll thanks to an idiot. That was impossible! He wouldn't lose Scarlet because of just a little bullet, would he? Scarlet wouldn't do this to him! She promised to stay with him! How could she do this to him?! - this was the moment when Jerome started to freak out. He could bare that Scarlet was dead. He couldn't bare that fate decided to take her life when he was practically reborn - and now he couldn't bring her back! It was similar to the story of Romeo and Juliet: Jerome died in front of Scarlet, was revived for some odd reason, and when they were just about to be reunited, Scarlet died a stupid death. Jerome hated it. He hated that stupid stories like these would become true once and nothing could have changed. It was ridiculous!

"Hmm," You suddenly heard from that corpse that was laying on the table. Jerome was surprised. Did his therapy work? Did he revive her? Or was it just the last breath shortly before the outcome? He wasn't sure, so he took a look at her. Her fingers started to move as if they were like vegetables that were about to defrost - so his attempts had to work!

"I knew you wouldn't leave me, doll," Jerome grinned, leaning his face close to her now cupped face "Now open your little pretty eyes for me" He was excited his little plan worked. He wouldn't have expected that after his several failed attempts.

And she did - but something was different.

She looked shocked, she seemed to panic when she saw Jerome's scarred, stapled, and distorted face right in front of her. This didn't look human to her. This was monstrous! He looked so gross, so inhuman. Was he even a real human? Or was it just a dream? Or was Scarlet delusional? Was it just her senses' trick? Who was this guy even? What did he want from her? Why was he staring at her?

"What's up, sweet cheeks?" Jerome gave her a questioning look "Something's wrong with my face?"

"Who, who are you? A-and where, where am I? I-I... Who-what has happened?" Scarlet wouldn't stop looking at him shocked, fearing, and panicking. In this formal trance, she was in, she tried to tear her arms up to push him away from her - but she couldn't. Her hands and even legs were tied up that she couldn't move away from the table - and this made her think she was in danger.

"It's me! Jerome! We’re here in my little hidden track" He frowned at her in confusion, what was wrong with her? She's never been so anxious before. Was the electroshock's aftermath? Was it what Scarlet had always talked about? The personality change like with Andy and Oswald? But memory loss? She never mentioned a word of it, didn't she? No, this couldn't be real, could it? "I rescued you from the dead, your little friend Andy was a good gunman. He shot you pretty bad in your stomach but God bless me, I fixed it" Jerome snickered "You seem a little fuzzy through all these electroshocks, huh? I know that feeling. My head was formally spinning after Dwight revived me. That will disappear soon enough, doll"

"U-untie me, p-please..." Scarlet stammered in a whisper, she was so scared of Jerome, you could tell. He was intimidating her with his look and his behavior. It was so crazy, so scary, it already showed her he wanted nothing good "The uhm...ties h-hurt my wrists a-and uhm... I can’t feel m-my legs..."

"Hmm," Jerome pretended to think "No. Your behavior seems a little strange to me, you know," he claimed on the table and hovered right above her body "I've heard electroshocks can make you fuzzy and change you - but that they would change you that much? It's almost incredible. You're the complete opposite of yourself! You've been so brutal, violent, and bloodthirsty, we used to have so much fun out there with killing, taking people hostage, and spreading chaos over Gotham. We were the Queen and King of the Underworld - and now you're just a pitiful little shy girl that's scared for her life when seeing me"

"M-me?" Scarlet looked completely shocked by what she has heard from him "I-I killed people? That's, that's not possible, I-I could never do such a-a cruel crime" She wanted to cry. This had to be lies! She would never kill someone! She wasn't capable of doing it! She could never hurt someone! She was the friendliest person in town! She had no reason to hurt someone at all!

"Oh it is possible, my love," Jerome chuckled, grabbing her chin softly and eyeing her deeply "You're not just any killer, you're a real bad bitch. Citizens used to call you Gotham's Grim Reaper. Whenever you walked across the streets, people died. It started with your parents, your dad's coworkers, your brother, his silly girlfriend, up to Theo Gallavan, and your little hookup Andy - you killed them all, it was all in the news! You-..."

"Oh my God..." Hearing this made her cry at least. She and a murderer? How was that possible? And why couldn't she remember it all? "I'm a monster... I killed my parents...and my brother... Please don't tell me it's true..."

"Shhh," Jerome shushed her, wiping her tears from her cheeks "Don't be sad about it, they deserved to die. They were the reasons for all your breakdowns, your depression, and your crying overnights. Think about it, you're free now! You can do whatever you want in this world! You can let all your pain and sorrow out on people,” Jerome cupped her face again “And I will help you with it”

“N-no,” Scarlet shook her head, whispering “I need to go to the police to report myself. I need to stand up for all these cruel things. I-...” She couldn't even speak out her sentence when Jerome violently slapped her across the face. She was shocked, it made her speechless. She couldn't even look at him so scared she was of him now. Slapping was just the beginning, she thought, what would he do next?

“You won't do anything without my permission!” Jerome couldn't hear it anymore. This wasn't Scarlet who spoke to him, this was another person. This person wasn't evil, they had no passion for murder and death, they lost this sparkling in their eyes when they looked at Jerome. There was fear because she thought Jerome would start torturing her to death. Her eyes just expressed she didn't want to be with him, that she wanted to run away “Do you think I'll let you go? HAHA, I won't. You're stuck in here with me until you become my old precious little doll that you've been before - and I'll do anything to achieve that”

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“Gotham Masterlist”

Jerome Valeska🃏

Jerome with Gordan’s daughter - “Star Cross’d”