#jeromevaleskaoneshot

[sandrawrites13]

hi!! can i get a headcanon for yandere!jerome??

of course!

this is so dark omg WARNING for kidnapping (mention?) and boy stalking.

oh btw taylor told the truth and kanye is over party is trending on twitter lets goo

- jerome is, let's admit it, pretty dark

- when he would catch glimpse of you and fall for you, he'd fall hard.

- he'd soon be watching your every step

- staring from outside of your house

- sneaking inside of your house when you were gone

- hell, when he got risky, even when you were home.

- he'd take your phones, computers -- and he'd take glimpse of everything

- he would know everything about you...

- he would keep tabs on you

- he needed to protect you. it was his job.

- he needed to watch everything you did

- he knew which cafe you went to every time you got a cheque each week.

- he knew who you talked to -- that asshole jim

- he even liked to listen to you sleep

- and walk right behind you, six feet away

- some called it stalking

- he called it walking, just very close behind

- he wasn't going to get worried if you were to ever find out, either

- if you would notice him staring

- watching

- if you were to hear him behind you one night

- in your closet

- it didn't matter to him

- if worst came to worst, he would just have to knock you out

- soon, you would love him. you just needed time.

- and boy did he love you too.

- don't worry, y/n.

- when you wake up, it may be dark, but only for a little bit.

- i'll make you mine, tonight.

- 💚

[klbwriting]

Make Me Forget

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

Warnings: Typical Jerome, destruction, chaos

Summary: You are Fish Mooney’s child and ask Jerome to help you in mourning her death and the two of you grow close

@downsideright for you my dear!

You had been having a tough time since your mother Fish Mooney's death.  Everything you tried seemed to fail to take your mind off of it and the therapist you had been seeing was useless.  This was something that normal mourning practices wouldn't help.  So you turned to one person that you had never thought you would.  Jerome Valeska.   You were feeling angry, wanting revenge on the city of Gotham for not respecting your mother the way she deserved and there was no better person for causing some major chaos than Jerome.  You had saved his ass from the Gotham police a few days ago and the red haired maniac owed you a favor so you called him.  He seemed gleeful at the thought of doing something that night so the two of you met at the ACE Chemicals company to start some fun. "So we just add this chemical to this one and toss it in this one and then this can go in the water and suddenly the streets are on fire!" Jerome said, dancing around mixing up chemicals in a large bucket as you watched the door for any curious employees.  He looked over at you and smirked some.  God you were gorgeous when you went bad, so angry and full of vengeance. "Come on Valeska, we need to get going before they realize that the distraction isn't anything serious," you said, growing annoyed at how long he was taking.  Of course he was taking his sweet time, Jerome wanted to spend some time with you, see if he could grow on you, but with how you said 'Valeska' he was pretty sure you didn't like him at all.  Yet. "O calm down Y/N, it'll only be another second, don't get your panties in a twist," he said, covering the bucket and prancing over, a large smile plastered on his face, offering you his arm.  "Now let's go, and please baby, start calling me Jerome."   You rolled your eyes at him but took his arm, finding yourself skipping with him out of the chemicals factory and off to the water treatment center.  Jerome was a fun guy, you had to admit it, and so far that night he had kept your mind occupied, making your mother's death sit in the back of your mind instead of the forefront like it had been.  You welcomed this change and if he could do this for the next couple hours you would have to call him again. "Ah!  Here we are!  The central water reservoir for the city!" Jerome sang as the two of you killed the guards and entered the room.  "Get the controls there gorgeous, make sure this circulates!"  You smirked and nodded, getting to the computer and setting the timers and such to release this water at a set time.  Jerome poured the chemicals into the water and moved back over to you.   "What now?" you asked just as the water started to leave the room to be circulated into the main supply line.  Jerome offered you his hand.   "To the roof to watch our plan take affect?" he asked.  You looked from his face to his offered hand before offering a smile, taking it.  He yanked you close and kissed you hard for a moment before pulling you up to the roof just as the water did its job, causing mass hysteria and several buildings to catch fire. "This is amazing," you said, eyes lighting up at the destruction.  Jerome stared at you, eyes wide with wonder. "Yes you are."

[klbwriting]

Don’t Touch

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: none

Warnings: Violence

Request: could you write a one shot\fic where Jerome gets protective of his daughter

@lovelaughlivesmilebright

Jerome Valeska was not a man to cross.  Everyone knew that but not everyone knew not to cross his daughter, the clown princess of crime.  She was just as ruthless and she didn’t have to get her hands dirty, all she had to do was tell her father and he would take care of everything for her.  So when a jackass young man thought he could touch her ass at the bar run by Jerome’s men she knew just what to do.  She smiled sweetly at him before turning to the bartender.

              “Tell daddy this guy just touched his daughter in an inappropriate way,” she said.  The guy looked confused for a moment before realizing what he had done.  The bartender went to the backroom and informed Jerome, which brought the man running out in a craze.  The princess pointed at the perpetrator and he stalked over, grabbing the man by the throat.

              “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s not nice to touch a lady unless she asks?” he snarled before dragging the man to the back room.  He had him tied up and smiled sickly before taking out a knife.  “Now, you touched my baby you know that? And now I’m going to cut off your hands nice and slow.   You’ll live but you have to promise me you’ll tell everyone else not to touch my girl, you promise?”

              “I…I…I promise…” the guy stammered, clearly terrified.  Jerome smirked and nodded before starting to saw.   Over an hour later and Jerome exited the room and went to his daughter.

              “He won’t bother you again,” he said.

[klbwriting]

They Scare Me

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

Warnings: mentions of nightmares

Request: the reader has bad nightmares and Jerome helps them through it

You often woke up in a sweat, crying out in terror at the frights your mind created while you slept.  You hated it and until Jerome you were alone when they happened, often having to hope you survived the rest of the night without a panic attack caused by the nightmares.  You were so happy when Jerome arrived and cared enough to help you through it.

He had nightmares too, having died and been brought back, his recollection of the fear of waking, of not having a face, of being confused and terrified but not able to show it because of who he was, it caused him to wake up sweating too.  You helped him through it just as much as he helped you.

You were especially glad that night that he was around.  You had been having the worst dream in recent memory and you awoke already panicking and screaming with fear.  Jerome was instantly awake, turning on the sunlight machine, letting the light slowly get brighter so as not to scare you, and then he was by your side.

“Listen to my voice, look at me, focus on me,” he whispered, gently holding your hands as you looked at him, eyes coming to focus.  Most would cowering in fear at his stapled face but not you, it calmed you, brought you back to a happy reality.  Once you were focused and able to breathe easier he moved away again, coming back with water. 

“Thank you,” you said, voice meek and strained from the dryness in your throat.  You drank some and then gave it back, hands still shaking.  Jerome sat down across from you, taking one hand and rubbing it until the shaking stopped and then moving to the other.  “I don’t want to talk about it yet.”  He nodded.

“Alright, maybe later, or maybe never, up to you,” he said, letting the subject drop.  He never forced you to talk and you appreciated that so much.  He also didn’t get too close to you, letting you have space until you were completely calm.

“I’m alright now,” you said.  He nodded and turned off the light, laying down and drawing you into his arms.  He kissed you softly before gently rubbing a hand up and down your arm, helping you to drift off into a much happier sleep.