#jerome valeska fan fiction

[gothamslostboy]

Jerome Valeska - Silent Treatment

A/N: this was originally made on my old account zsaszercise, but I am deleting that account and reposting my stuff here

WORDS: 478

originally posted December 27, 2022, 12:39pm

gender neutral reader

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1 hour, 27 minutes. 34 seconds.

That’s how long it had been since I woke up tied to this chair. At first I called out, demanding to be let go and that this must be a dream or something. Honestly, who would be sadistic enough to tie someone to a chair, hanging over a pool of piranhas? It’s like a stupid action movie or something.

When I realized this was infact, actually happening, I stopped yelling because, well, why the hell would I give this psychopath the satisfaction of seeing me freak out? After a while, the situation almost became peaceful: I wasn’t moving closer to the pool, I didn’t have to go to work, and the soft music in the background was a nice change of pace from how these situations usually go. Being the younger sibling of Jim Gordon tends to make nut jobs kidnap me pretty often.

I stay sitting up here, counting another 2 minutes and 26 seconds until a large door slams, a man rushing down some stairs to stand next to the piranha pool. I recognize him quickly, it’s kind of hard not to know the face of someone who’s all over the news. Jerome Valeska stands there, tapping his foot and looking up at me his usual sinister smile twisted into a very obviously fake one.

Why ya so quiet? He waves his hand towards me, fist clenching when all he gets in response is an eye roll. Jerome rushes back into the room he appeared from and eventually my chair jolts down, stopping just 5 feet from the surface.

Knowing that all he wants is a reaction, I bite my tongue and force my silence, my racing heart blocking out sounds of splashing fish. The door slams again as Valeska again moves to the pool, this time using the platform at the edge. He grabs some kind of pool net thing to pull my chair towards him, making us face to face in a silent staring contest.

He finally loses, breaking eyecontact to hold a gun to my chest, eagerly awaiting the terror to fill my eyes. Instead Jerome is greeted with a mask of indifference, causing him to drop a small string of swears before he pulls the gun away. His lips quirk up for a second as he launches himself toward my face and captures my lips, breaking away when the bright lights of police cars fill the windows of the room.

Well doll. Yell, scream, say anything at all. He waits until the sounds of the GCPD forcing the door reach us, sighing and walking down the platform stairs. Halfway down I clear my throat, you’re surprisingly not an awful kisser his head spins around, a grin covers his face as he does a bow, rushing off as the officers, led by my brother, enter the room.

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@britany1997

[zooterchet]

Assassinations

Hunter S. Thompson: SDF contract, introducing a crime problem to Japan.

Harvey Weinstein: Buddhist League contract, draft of Uma Thurman to the arts with surgery to remove Tibetan High Knights status.

Marisa Tomasic: Canondroga contract, removal of Non-Aligned Movement agent dealing in cheap labor through conjugal housing.

Jeffrey Langier: Midway Games contract, removal of control of internet from Gentiles and Asian-Americans, to Lutheran-German compounds.

Likud: MI-6 contract, counter of Mossad in debt to Britain, as opposing the rights of the Students Revolution of Iran.

Whitey Bulger: Netanyahu contract, as Arab agent of Lebanon.

9/11: LucasArts contract, stopping six planes, out of eleven, eleventh removed by "nil" hack, the film "The Matrix", with self as Cypher.

Berlin Wall: Irish-Catholic contract, removal of influence of Irish Republican Army, Lutherans, over slavery of Polish-Gentiles, for INTERPOL and Cold War Slovaks.

Teamsters Internationale: Jordanian contract, nullification of rich children exploiting writers, from seeming poverty, actually independent wealth in British housing, from labor unions feeding dole of Canada and United Kingdom and Australia; countermand of internet, in NSA command.

National Rifle Association: NSA contract, strip of Code Pink, Raelians, Middlesex County, and Suffolk Courts, of access to firearms, for rogue cop hunts of drug dealers, endowed to Canadian jazz swing culture of Jews.

Hard Candy: Star Trek contract, posture of self in pornography with cougar dominatrix, to confuse older hot women, with big beautiful women, to confuse Star Trek: The Next Generation fans, into arrests as "William Riker", if a hospital CEO, the politicians contract for building a new wing of a hospital, with a psychiatric mass sweep investment.

Arkham Games: FBI contract, game mechanics of Arkham Asylum, Arkham City, Arkham Knight, Arkham Origins, as game theory stolen from Kill Bill 1, as proper FBI procedure, given procedural state department law.

Havana Affair: CIA/USMC contract, as CIA and USMC armed against INTERPOL with foreign manuals, acting out of precinct, over drug law ritual violations, to induce Transvaal disorder, also known as Havana Syndrome.

That Hideous Strength: Narcotics Bureau MI-6, downfall of Elon Musk, as having seized NSA company data, Twitter, to track records of campus mental health, held in bond as foreign gangster, actually Israeli, through Anglican funeral homes.

Cyberpunk: PRCC contract, the communist Chinese, the print of Cyberpunk 2077, to poison any police working out of Poland anti-Boyar, the Bolshevists, for the Red Russian Army, by tricking into assassinating own trained informants.

GTA 3: Prudential Insurance contract, to blend video game mechanics, with applied gaming, to trap any in crime, also beholden to video game mechanics, someone playing Menonite dynamics, as a criminal, instead of using own academic intuition from schools, libraries, or social words of mouth.

Gotham: MetLife contract, teaching American marijuana dealer ethics, American insurance, the method of exchanged ignorance of fronted monetary benefit, mutually refused on revenge of suit if functional; otherwise, Jerome Valeska, gay haze, admission to insanity, or Jeremiah Valeska, theft of job, transgender disorder.

Nolan Trilogy: Comixology contract, independence of comic book contracting, the sales of FBI COIN, DC Comics, to Time Warner Cable, along with Comcast, AOL, and CNN, for American profit share, through popularity of Heath Ledger's role, to save his daughter, raised as a son.

Adolf Hitler: Disney contract, the printing of Max, through John Cusack, to kill Marvel Haganah writer and research man, John Washburne, cousin of Cusack, after Joan Cusack, sent Washburne, to Westen Massachusetts, over molestation of John Cusack's son; deployed in film "Max", shown to campus, to mimic Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, as ill-fated attorney of fiction, Dr. Gonzo, Oscar Zeta Acosta. "Arm ourselves, to the teeth".

Donald J. Trump: Persian Intelligence contract, hired by Dr. Golden, to inform the FBI, that israeli, MI-6, and ExSec, were taking over entire towns; Dr. Golden, as an IDF defector, in MI-6 secretly, and an FBI source, Dr. Isaiah Friedlander, featured as Sanchez in License to Kill, Snake Plissken in the Carpenter films, and Solid Snake in the Metal Gear games; an act of conscience.

Cuban Catholic: Vladimir Putin, the end of the House of Tudor, and slave farming numbers, through kidnapped naval sailors, from the worldwide merchant and military marine numbers, "Lady Carole"; the death of Queen Elizabeth II in chess, King Charles II's loss of his inheritence, Prince Andrew's vice charge, Prince Edwards' knighting of Andrew Lloyd Weber as King of the Jews, Prince William and Prince Harry's switch between serial killer and mental illness; the takover of the royal family, by own device, Scientology (a refusal of cop charges, in favor of lawyer's term of device, but through police arbiter).

Colbert Report: MKULTRA, the trifecta triple bolo of lawyer/cop/economist, through accusation of gay beaches (Taliban), field hockey bets (Ba'ath), and South Park (Likud), as a British combine, recruiting US Navy quartermaster rations (M3) and North Korean lawyer for Saddam's trial (NYPD) for Colbert Report, "Truthiness", the brainwashing of Barack Obama, to pose as John McCain in public during 2008 election, earning the Nobel Prize.

Bickford Schmeckler: Campus Communist Union, the theft of IRA special education records, for sales to small businesses, for purchase of land by corporate combines, by frame of small business families, as sex offenders (Massachusetts special education students).

[peterpanouat]

I literally have the next chapter of the jerome story written i just didnt think anyone else wanted to continue to read it....should i continue the story or just stop ? 

[jiminisjamin]

Against Me (Jerome x Reader)

Pairing: Jerome x reader

Requested: Yes.

Fandom: Gotham

Summary: In a fit of rage, Jerome murders y/n. It doesn’t take him long to realize he needs her.

Warnings: Murder, mild language. There is a slightly descriptive scene of a dead body. (Nothing gory, nothing gross, I promise. It’s just mildly descriptive of a newly dead body, no rotting or anything like that.)

Rating: Mid-fluff.

A/n: It’s kinda short. My first Jerome imagine since the hiatus, so it might not be the best?

Title: Against Me.

  “Jerome, look…you know I care about you. I just- maybe this is going too far? You’re talking about destroying an entire city, and I just don’t think-” Y/n’s voice is cut off by a sudden, croaky laugh from Jerome’s direction.

“Listen to me y/n. Think about it! Only the ones who fight back will die. The rest will live happily- it’ll be our city, y/n! You, my Queen…y/n l/n, Queen of Gotham.” He turns around quickly and walks over to her, placing one hand on her cheek. “Think about it. Gotham’s just the beginning.” Y/n’s head shakes slightly as she closes her eyes, turning her face from him.

“Jerome, so many innocent people are going to die…you can’t do this, please.” She whispers. The word innocent immediately elicits a reaction from Jerome. His eyes darken as his lips curl up in a venomous smile.

“Tsk, tsk. My darling, there are no innocent people.” His smile slowly fades as he steps closer to her, reaching out once again. “Just think of my whore of mother.” He places his hand on her cheek again. “Everyone thought she was innocent…but she hit me every night!” His voice rises dangerously and y/n flinches slightly. His eyes lock with hers as his hand goes to his pocket mindlessly. “Oh, and darling, if you’re not with me,” he pulls something out of his pocket, and the light reflects off it brightly. “You’re against me.” Before Y/n can react, Jerome plunges the blade into her neck. Her eyes roll back almost immediately as she falls to the ground.

Almost just as soon as he had snapped, his heart crashes in his chest. What has he done? He killed y/n. Y/n, his queen, his princess, his life- his everything. She’s dead now, all thanks to him, all because he couldn’t control himself.

Jerome drops to the ground, lifting her lifeless body up. Her skin is already cold as ice- how’s that even possible? Her skin has turned an ashen color, and her lips are bloody and cracked.

“Y/n? Baby, sweetcheeks? Y/n, wake up! Wake up, y/n! Please, wake up-”

�� Jerome jolts up stiffly, letting out a rather loud gasp as his eyes pop open wide. Within a second he’s turned his head to his side to check the spot next to him, his heart pounding wildly. Everything in him calms when he sees y/n’s sleeping form next to him, her eyes closed as she sleeps serenely. He lays down slowly, gently wrapping his arms around her and cuddling up next to y/n.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I won’t hurt you, y/n. I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever…” He buries his face in her neck and inhales deeply, closing his eyes.

[redhoodie17]

Short fluff x reader:

Jerome x reader

It was just after a little while when you had just processed Jerome's "death" you'd been in bed for awhile just laying there feeling empty feeling the feeling of Your lover gone, you'd thought you'd spend the rest of your life with him. He may have been a little crazy but Your crazy.

Your pov:

I was laying on the couch with Jerome's old blanket I got him for Christmas last year.

I miss him so much, the blanket still smells like him. Gasoline and a bit of (Your favorite smell). It just makes me remember of all our plans for the future. And I won't ever forget the last kiss he gave me before we went on stage.

Laying on the couch holding some water,

you hear a knock at the door that makes you kind of startled because most of the people in the apartment we're....let's just say not the best. But me and Jerome only here for the time till we could get our own house, to live our lives as he'd say "after I rule Gotham. But your always first baby." As he'd kiss you.

Anyway you got up with your cup of water off the couch

You opened the door and dropped your cup of water to see jerome, beat up with his face stapled together.

"J-Jerome!!.." You said tearing up while he gave you a smirk and said

"darling, You didn't think I'd go away that easily. Did you?." He said holding you in his arms tightly You could tell he missed you and so did he, he knew you were broken without him and once seeing his face with the light in his eyes again. He walks in the apartment looking around at what happened when he was gone, obviously not much happend when he was supposedly "dead" Only his blanket was moved out of the room of Both of Yours. He closes the door and grabs you and looks you in the eye's while Your still in tears of happiness that he's still alive. He looks at You and says the words he's never said untill that day. "Y/N I miss you so much. I Love You Y/N..." You looked shocked Yet smiled at him , rapping Your arms around his neck on Your tippy toes. "no." You said smiling while he looked scared at what you were going to say, he replied with "what...?" And you said "no... Jerome. I Love you..alot more then you know." He smiles and gives you the most Love You've missed from him in while.

[stabbyapologist]

Therapist: So tell me, why don't you like to get close to anyone?

Me: Everyone I get close to dies.

Therapist: You think you bring their deaths?

Me: No. But if I could intervene, I'd think they'd be alive.

Therapist: How do you think you'd have prevented their deaths?

Me: Well, at the very least, Snape could have used a gun.

Therapist: What?

Me: Yeah, and let's face it, Jerome really could have used a trampoline at the edge of that building so he wouldn't have fallen to his death.

Therapist:

Me:

Therapist: You're sad about fictional characters?

Me: I'm just saying, it's bad writing.

Therapist: Are you even registered as one of my clients?

Me: No.

Therapist: Please, get out.

Me: Okay.

[fades-in-time]

So I've been working on a valeyne fic for the last???I don't even know and I don't know when I stopped knowing how to write for Jerome but I've managed to make him sound like a cannibal. Ahh yes laying his claim on Bruce's "succulent flesh". Honestly I'm about to keel over and die.

[captainimfangirling]

Wish I was talented so I can write fan fiction about Jeremiah and Jerome’s childhood.

[gothamslostboy]

JEROME VALESKA

FAN FICTIONS

Silent Treatment - gender neutral reader

HEAD CANONS

Killer Male S/O

Transmasc Reader W/ Big Height Difference

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[captainshazamerica]

Cute! I love it! Especially the Ed one, awww

Preferences: Dating an innocent reader

male!Gotham Rogues x reader

warnings: violence mentions (not against reader),

a/n: bc oswald is canonically gay i did make that pref w/ a make reader :)

prompt: @captainshazamerica: “Hey girl! Hope you are doing well! Can I request a Gotham Preferences (Ed, Jerome, Oswald) for how they would deal with liking/dating a shy, sweet and innocent reader? If not no worries! Thanks so much!”

Ed found your innocence endearing, but it also reminded him of who he used to be. He could use that to his advantage. There was some slight attachment as time went on, but that attachment grew and he realized he’d do anything for you. “Don’t talk to them that way!” He whipped the handle of his gun against the face of his hostage while you stood idly by. “Are you okay, my darling?”

Jerome likes to push you out of your comfort zone. It’s no surprise. “Come on, babe, I need someone to introduce my act!” He begs and pleads, getting on his knees and grabbing your hands. “You can leave before all the icky stuff starts, okay? I promise, promise, promise!” And he usually pulls through.

Oswald would literally kill for you. You usually sat by his side during meetings while he shamelessly held you close, you were nervous being around gangsters who could turn on him at any second. Some even dared to taunt you. “Speak up,” they’d prod, “what’s that? Someone never learned how?” You’d grip tighter to Oswald as he began to fume and bolt up from his chair. “The next person to speak disrespectfully to my boyfriend will have their body dumped into Gotham Harbor, do I make myself clear?”

taglist: @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @thisetaernallove // @imaginesbymk // @ghost-bich //

[peterpanouat]

| Jerome x Reader | Heart of Darkness | Part 2 - Having An Alibi |

I do not own the characters of DC or of Gotham this is strictly for recreational purposes. Do not reblog unless you leave my credit. my work is protected under the creative commons license.

I know I said I was going to update this tomorrow but...oh well. Please do tell me what you think! I love to hear feedback from you all :) 

trigger warning: smut basically just smut have fun ;) 

His hands went to her waist as he pulled her closer to him. The feeling that shot through her body when his fingers brushed against her bare hip caused a shiver of pleasure to pass through her. It was evident how her body was reacting to him and the same went for Jerome. Harleen could feel the bulge growing against her lower regions causing a heat to rush between her legs. 

She deepened the kiss between them and a small moan escaped her lips as she felt one of his hands coming up to her neck and giving it a gentle squeeze. His body pressed her against the nearby wall as he kissed her back just as passionately. Her fingers moved between them as they made quick work of his pants and slipped beneath the waistband.

Feeling Jerome’s length in her hand, her fingers curled around his girth and started to stroke him. A bead of precum leaking from the tip causing her to press lightly against the slit which elicited a moan from Jerome. His hands moved down her hips and under the short skirt that she wore. 

His fingers teased over her panties and could feel the wet spot forming as Harleen broke the kiss to let her head fall back as a moan escaped her lips. “Fuck Jer, don’t tease me.” She begs slightly before feeling him sliding two fingers inside of her wet heat. “You are so wet for me baby doll.” He purrs into her ear. 

He starts to scissor his fingers inside of her as he pressed them against her g-spot, his thumb pressing against her clit causing her to moan his name loudly. His cock twitched as her moan sent a shiver down his spine. "I want you so bad Jer. Please…" Harleen moaned as she pushed his pants lower so that they fell to the floor. 

He withdrew his fingers from inside of her before bringing them to his mouth and sucking her juices from it. "Strip baby doll." Jerome growled seductively as his eyes clouded over with lust. Harleen didn't hesitate to strip herself of her clothes as Jerome finished removing his clothes as well. 

She moved over to Jerome and pushes him gently on the bed as she reconnected her lips to his. Her body grinding herself against him. His length was sliding between her wet folds and his hands moved down her body and rested against her hips as he deepened the kiss. 

Harleen broke the kiss briefly as she started to kiss down his body. She moved between his legs as she kissed over his v-line before pressing a light kiss to the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled teasingly around the tip collecting a bead of precum on the tip of her tongue before sliding his cock into her mouth. Jerome's eyes never left hers as he watched her intently. His fingers moving down to weave through her hair as he moaned when he felt her taking his cock into her mouth. 

"Oh fuck Harley…" His head fell back slightly as he could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag slightly on his size. That didn't stop her from holding him at the back of her throat though for a few seconds before bobbing her head as his cock slide in and out of her warm cavern. 

When he felt himself getting close, he pulled her off his cock, "I won't last if you keep this up. I want to cum inside of you baby doll." He growled before pulling her back to his lips as he flipped them over. Jerome slides the tip of his cock between her folds very teasingly before starting to push into her. His mouth fell open slightly as he could feel her walls stretching to adjust to his size. 

"Fuck Jer…you are so big." She whimpered as she could feel her nails digging into his back causing Jerome to moan. He took a few moments to let her adjust before he started to move at a slow pace at first. Her hips bucking up to meet his with each thrust of his hips. "You are so tight...you feel so fucking good." Jerome moaned into her ear before nipping at it and leaving marks down her neck along with sloppy kisses.

The way her body reacted to his was so natural as well as the way that their bodies fit together. This was a side of Jerome that no one else got to see, the loving and tender side that showed he cared about her. Her body arched up to fill the spaces between them so that there was no space between their bodies. Jerome started to pick up the pace as he brought his thumb down to rub against her clit to bring her more pleasure. 

Her hand slapped over her mouth to muffle her moans but Jerome took her wrist and pinned it down to the bed gently. “I want to hear everything baby doll. I want to hear how good I make you feel. I want to hear that pretty voice saying my name.” He purred seductively. 

Harleen didn’t hold herself back as she moaned his name loudly, “Fuck Jer….you feel so good. You are going to make me cum.” Her nails dug into his back and left marks down it before she flipped them over and started to ride him. She pinned his hands above his head with a smile on her face. 

“Your big cock feels so good in my tight pussy don’t you think Jer?” She purrs while grinding against him, the tip of his cock rubbing against her g-spot as she did so eliciting even more moans and profanities to escape her lips. Harleen could feel herself getting close and she let her hand come down to rub against her clit before Jerome slapped it away with his free hand and used his thumb to apply just the right amount of pressure to push her over the edge. 

“Cum for me my sweet Harley.” He growled as he could feel her muscles clenching around his length causing him to climax at the same time that she did. Both of them could feel their bodies shivering with pleasure as they rode out their orgasms. When they finally started to come down from their high, Jerome just smiled up at her. “I love you Harleen. I always have ever since we met.” The words escape him before he could even stop them. 

Harleen froze for a moment when she heard the words falling from Jerome’s lips before she smiled. “I love you too Jerome. I think I always have, I just didn’t realize it until tonight. You opened my eyes Jer.” She leans down and gives him a gentle kiss before a knock on the door broke both of them out of their train of thought. 

“GCPD, I need to speak with Lila.”

[annaabner]

There is a total lack of great Jerome Valeska fan fiction. Any recommendations? Maybe I’ll just write my own. 🤫

[jiminisjamin]

Strawberry Pills.

// Jerome x reader.

Requested: Not really.

(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.

Rating: Fluff.

Warnings: Mild language.

Title: Strawberry Pills. //

 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 like.”

“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 swea-”

“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 before.”

“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 huffs.

“Well I’m still bitter that you just let me ramble on.” With that, he turns around and bounces out the door.

[myriadimagines]

Who Knew

Gotham One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Jerome Valeska + Mary Lloyd & Arnold Dobkins

Warnings: gotham season 2 spoilers ish ?? mentions of death, violence

Request: “Heyoo!!! Could I please get a Jerome imagine based on Who Knew by Pink? Can it be at the circus (when J is still sane) where everyone says he would leave Y/N and she gets really defensive about it, but then he abandons her when he gets taken to Arkham and he leaves her in the past and stuff. The reader is heartbroken over it, and she looks for J and she finds them and they reunite and it's fluff and Y/N's personality turns into Harley Quinn's? Thanks love!!! 💕💕💕💕” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,167

A/N: but was jerome ever sane tho............. jk i hope you like it!

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“That’s it for tonight, folks!” the man exclaimed over the megaphone, and you smiled as you curtsied with the rest of the acrobats. You quickly followed them as they gracefully left the tent, the sound of the applause echoing behind you. You stopped outside the tent to catch your breath as you adjusted your ponytail, and smiled when you saw your boyfriend, Jerome, waiting for you.

“You did great, baby.” Jerome smiled at you as you jogged over to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He planted a kiss on your lips before adding, “You always do great.”

“You were watching, huh?” you giggled, and Jerome nodded. You were about to say something when you heard a voice call out your name.

“y/n!” you turned to see Mary standing a short distance away, her arms folded across her chest. “I need to talk to you about something.”

You turned to look at Jerome apologetically, who laughed and kissed your forehead. “It’s fine, y/n. Go, quick, she’s getting impatient.”

You smiled at Jerome and turned to walk over to Mary, who was glaring at Jerome. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you asked, “What’s up, Mary?”

“Why are you still hanging around the Valeska kid?” she demanded, and you gaped at her. “y/n, you know he’s no good for you. He seems all sweet and everything, but I always feel like he’s hiding something.”

“He’s my boyfriend, Mary.” you replied defensively, balling your hands into fists. This was not the first time someone had confronted you about Jerome, insisting your relationship wouldn’t last. You wanted to reach out and punch Mary across the face, but kept your hands clenched instead. “I love him, and he loves me. We’ll be in love forever.”

“How naive!” Mary snorted haughtily, before spinning on her heel. “Just wait, y/n, then I’ll say I told you so!”

You angrily glared at her as she skipped off, and was about to yell an insult when you felt arms wrap around your waist. You sighed and a small smile drifted onto your face as you felt Jerome kiss your cheek, and you turned around.

“Come on,” he took your hand, knowing you were frustrated. “Let’s go back to the trailer.”

Squeezing your hand, he guided you into his trailer, where the two of you flopped onto his bed. You rested your head on his chest as he traced his finger up and down your back.

“Jerome?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Hmm?” he asked, smiling warmly at you. You absentmindedly played with his other hand before intertwining your fingers, and he kissed your forehead. “What’s on your mind, y/n?”

“You love me, right?” you blurted, and Jerome’s eyes widened. He sat up, caressing your face as you bit your lip. “I just… everyone keeps telling me-”

“y/n.” he laughed, cupping your cheeks. “Of course I love you, with all my heart.”

“And you won’t leave me?” you added in a small voice, and he nodded.

“I’ll always be around.” he reassured you. “I’ll never leave you.”

Who knew?

Who knew that the words you had once found so comforting would haunt you in your dreams?

Even as you walked down the street, you could still hear his voice echoing in your ears. Reassuring you that he’d love you forever. That he’d never leave you.

The day after Jerome had told you that he would never leave you, Lila Valeska was found dead. Jerome had wept into your lap as you held him, while you were trying to suppress your own horror at seeing the bloody body. Everyone was questioned, but only two people were brought back into questioning again: Jerome and Paul Cicero. The next thing you knew, Jerome was sent straight to Arkham for murdering his own mother.

Even though you knew Jerome was a killer, you still loved him. It almost drove you insane how much you loved him, and it drove you even more insane to be separated from him. You tried endlessly to get into Arkham, yet you weren’t allowed. You had kept him locked in your head, in your memories.

Then one day, you saw the news. The news that six inmates from Arkham had been broken out, Jerome included. From that day forth, you had done everything you could to find him, but it seemed as though he had just disappeared.

You would give anything to see him again. To hold him, to kiss him, to be with him.

You continued down the street, heading under a bridge. It was mostly empty, barring a couple of parked cars and a red oil truck parked up ahead. You saw a man in what looked like a straightjacket standing next to the truck, and you frowned. There was no other way to get back to your apartment than through this street, so there was no way you could avoid him. Looking around, you noticed an abandoned tool box on the floor, and you picked up a hammer and hid it under your coat, just in case. You kept your head down and walked forward, picking up your face.

“What are you doin’, little lady?” the man stepped in front of you, and you snarled at him.

“Back off, you psychopath.” you snapped, and the man’s face contorted in anger. He lunged towards you, and you swung the hammer at him, striking him across the arm. You cried out in pain and fell back, and a laugh suddenly burbled out of your throat as you looked at him, curled up on the floor. You loomed over him, wanting to strike him again, when a voice yelled out behind you.

“God, Dobkins!” the voice exclaimed. “Getting beat by a civilian? Lame.”

You froze, instantly recognizing the voice. You slowly turned around, and you could see Jerome’s expression shift when he recognized you.

“y/n?” he asked, jerking his head back. “Well, look at you!”

“Jerome!” you cried out, overjoyed, and you leapt into his arms as he stepped down from the truck. The two of you kissed eagerly, and you laughed as you pulled apart. “I knew I would find you again!”

“Oh, I missed you so much, my darling.” he growled, and you giggled.

“Oi, Jerome.” a man from the truck yelled. “What are you doing? We don’t got time for this!”

“Why are you hanging out with these freaks?” you asked, tilting your head. Jerome snickered, pulling you closer to him.

“We’re making a grand entrance, baby.” Jerome waved one arm, the other secured around your waist. “Haven’t you heard of the Maniax?”

“You’re part of that?” you gasped, before a grin spread across your face. “I want in.”

Jerome chuckled, looking you up and down. “You’ve changed.”

“Don’t like it, J?” you mock pouted, tilting your head before you laughed.

“No,” Jerome grinned. Before pulling you into another kiss, he added, “I love it.”

tags: @purityimagines / @doctorwhoandrory / @bohemian-nygma / @myfriendmagislit​

[iluvtellingstories]

You’re No Good For Me

Jerome Valeska x Harleen Quinzel

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Below the Circus Lights

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by ladyoftheforest

Reposted story from my Wattpad account:

  I was the only one who ever showed him compassion.

Who cleaned the blood from his wounds

Who understood and believed in his dreams and aspirations.

Who saw his brother for what he truly was.

And I was the only person alive who loved him.

Many people in Gotham were guilty.

I was guilty of one thing.

And that was loving Jerome Valeska.

# Gotham Tag.

Note: I am not involved in the production of Gotham, and this story is not involved in the production of Gotham. No one pays me to do this. This story and the work it's based upon are fiction. I do not make any profit from the Gotham Television series nor am I associated with the production of the show. This is purely fan work and is not be taken seriously with the show or those involved in it.

 Words: 155, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Circus Lights

Fandoms: Gotham (TV), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jerome Valeska, Jeremiah Valeska, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Lila Valeska, Ecco (Gotham TV), Oswald Cobblepot, Barbara Lee Gordon (Gotham TV), Leslie Thompkins

Relationships: Jerome Valeska/Original Female Character(s), Jeremiah Valeska/Original Female Character(s), Jeremiah Valeska/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama & Romance, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Stalking

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