Jerome Valeska Imagines⛓️

【ｄｒｕｎｋ ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ】

Word Count: 596
Genre: Fluff?
Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Female reader
Warnings: Just some drinking, smoking, and curse words.
A/N: I beg no one takes my imagines honestly.
Prompt: Playing the confessions game and YN and Jerome confess they love someone.

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"Jerome," YN slurred, laying on his stomach.

"Mhmm?" He giggled, laying on the grass and looking at the stars.

"Let's play confessions!" YN cheered, turning on hers just so she could bite him.

"Ow!" Jerome laughed, sitting up, "And what the hell is 'confessions,' snappy?"

"We confess everything," YN said it in a 'duh' tone, rolling her eyes at the nickname.

"Right," Jerome chuckled, "You start."

"Okay," YN sighed and looked at him, "I smoke."

"What?" Jerome almost fell over despite sitting down.

"Your turn," YN took a swig from the bottle.

"I'm in love," He looked up at the sky.

"With?" YN looked up as well.

"Didn't agree to exposin' her," He laughed.

"You're no fun," YN joked and smiled weakly.

"Your turn," Jerome took a long sip from the whiskey bottle they shared, laying down.

"I think I'm in love," YN reluctantly pulled out her box of cigs and lit one up.

"With?" Jerome frowned at her actions, trying to ignore it.

"Someone," She chuckled, "He's sweet. Like nicknames. Loves excitement."

"Sounds like we'd be good friends," He nodded, forcing himself to not roll his eyes.

"Mhm," She sighed, standing up so the smoke wouldn't blow at him since the wind changed directions.

YN looked down at Jerome who was staring at her lips which produced smoke, "You're not trying this."

"But you are?" Jerome retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Stop. It's a bad habit and you're not getting into it," YN sobered up some.

"Whatever," He huffed, taking a long swig from the drink when he sat up.

"It's late. Wanna head back now...?" YN cleared her throat softly.

Jerome shook his head, "You can go. I'm staying up here a little longer."

"I'll see you later," YN mumbled, walking away after putting out the cigarette with her boot.

He watched her walk away, pulling his knees to his chest. Something felt wrong about not telling her he loved her. With a sigh, he stayed in his place, lost in thought. When he returned to the circus, YN's hair was a mess and so were her clothes.

"Jerome?" YN perked up, smiling at him.

"Where were you?" Jerome raised an eyebrow curiously, staring at her.

"I was just with the Graysons," YN laughed, "What's wrong?"

"Did you fuck him?" He almost growled like a dog at the thought.

"No! What's wrong with you? Have you gone mad, J?" She touched his forehead, "Have you got a fever?"

"No," Jerome huffed, pushing her hand away.

"Why are you acting weird?" YN tilted her head, peering up at his blue-green eyes that she loved so much.

"I'm not. I just... I love you," Jerome muttered it quietly.

"Yeah, I love you too, but that's no--" YN was cut off with a pair of lips on hers.

"You know," He mumbled against her lips, "You're an idiot sometimes."

Jerome pulled away and watched her stunned reaction. A smile rested on his lips when she giggled softly. Man, I love her laugh. Jerome's cheeks turned pink when her (e/c) eyes peered up at him.

"I've been waiting to tell you," YN chuckled, feeling his hands on her hips.

"Tell me what?" The wind blew around them, causing some hair to fall in her face and he brushed it away.

"I've always loved you, J," A small, sad laugh escaped her lips, "I just never expected you to."

"Well... Surprise! I'm in love with you, doll," Jerome teased, cupping YN's face, "Can I kiss ya again? Your lips are so soft..!"

"Kiss me, ginger," YN giggled, pulling him closer.