Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome X Reader - Shot

Requested by @daisygonzalezmexican - Hi, Jerome x reader smut imagine request (in season 4 and him not die)the reader is Jerome's girlfriend (and partner in crime) and she is funny, brave, vengeful, sensitive and aggressive when she is really mad and physically she is white skin, thin, is height 1.56, black hair, expressive dark brown eyes, small nose and heart lips. Please and thanks 😃😊

(this story is on my old tumblr and aswell, so don't think I've stolen it or anything.)

Warning-Smut

Do you ever feel like you are drowning? Like everything is crumbling down around you and you can't do anything to stop it as you sink deeper and deeper into the murky waters, unable to breathe or escape. That's how I felt watching Jerome get shot. Watching him fall back, colliding roughly with the stage, gloved hand grasping his shoulder; time froze. From my spot stood behind him, my heart stopped, breathe halting as I froze, watching the man I love fall back in agony. Then, my reflexes kicked in, propelling me forward as I grabbed Jerome,hauling him off the stage and running with him to safety. Gordon would be behind us, no doubt, and with the speed we were moving at he would catch up in no time, Jerome's injury slowing us down. I had to slow Gordon down somehow.

"Go!" I demanded, shoving Jerome towards an alley way as I took out my sleek gun, checking it was loaded before turning and waiting for Jim, hiding behind the corner of the wall.

"I'm not leaving you!"Jerome hissed as he applied pressure to his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers and dyeing his gloves crimson.

"You need to make the call. We don't want our plan to fail. Go, I'm right behind you. Trust me." I whispered, knowing I wouldn't be able to get him to leave me unless I mentioned his plan failing. Seeing his eyes flare, I knew it worked.

"Fine." He muttered defeated, darting forwards and crashing his scarred lips to mine in a bruising kiss before taking off in the other direction, stumbling as he took out his phone to call the blimp.

I did not have to wait long until I heard approaching footsteps, preparing my gun, stepping out just as the footsteps drew near.

BANG!

Smirking in satisfaction, my eyes filled with joy as Gordon stumbled back, grabbing his stomach and gasping as I shot him, blood immediately seeping from the wound.

Skipping forwards, I caught his shoulders as he fell, his gun falling from his grasp as he choked in pain, relying on me to keep him up and standing.

"Hiya Jimbo! Sorry, but I can't have you shooting my clown. I've most likely hit an internal organ, probably the liver. If you get to a hospital now, you will survive.Your choice; chase us and die or give up and live. Oh well. Toodles Jimmy." Mockingly waving, stepping back I let him collapse to the ground helpless, my anger at him for shooting Jerome surfacing.

"What took you so long?!" Jerome demanded as soon as I stepped into our hideout, an abandoned building in the Narrows, a underline of worry coating his voice causing a smile to grace my face.

"I took care of Jimmy." He broke into a sinister laugh at my words, a wide grin pulling at his stretched lips as he saw the blood splattered on my pale skin, coming to the conclusion that I had injured Gordon.

"Is he dead?" Jerome wondered, slowly stepping closer to me, eyes wandering over my smaller form.

"I dunno." Smirking up at him briefly, I frowned seeing the blood still pouring from his wound, rolling my eyes at the fact he hadn't tried to seal the wound.

"Idiot." I hissed, concerned for him, pushing him to sit in a chair before grabbing a cheap first aid kit from the wall of the run down building. Making my way back to him, my eyes lit up with mischief as an idea came flying at me. Stopping in front of his slouched position in the chair, I mounted his lap and straddled him before opening the kit. Hearing him inhale deeply, freezing and shifting under me, I grinned trying to look oblivious to the reaction he was having by me being on his lap.