𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 | j.v imagines

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

it had been a month since jerome valeska had died, a month since y/n's love of her life had left her forever and there was nothing she could do. she was mad at herself for not being there to save the redhead somehow, and mad at jerome for being stupid and trusting theo in everything that he said because jerome just wanted to be a star.

the two weeks after the incident, y/n could only drown away her sorrows with any alcohol she could get her hands on, but she knew it wasn't healthy at all so she tried her best to stop, and she soon stopped, doing other things that distracted her from the fact that jerome was dead.

she knew about the cult and some copycats that tried to be jerome, but she did not know that dwight tried to get him back to life, and that in fact, he was alive now, she didn't know that because she hadn't turned the news on at all.

now she was upstairs in her bedroom when she heard something downstairs, quickly opening a drawer and taking a knife out, making her way downstairs to where she heard the noise "come out now, if this is some joke someone is playing on me, it's not funny and i will fucking kill you, we'll see who's laughing then!" she yelled, her lips turning into a smirk when she spotted someone hiding, quickly walking to them and pulling them out, harshly shoving them against the wall with the knife against their throat. y/n's eyes widened when she saw who the person was, not knowing what to say "easy there, dollface, don't want me dying again, do you?" he asked with the smirk that y/n had missed so much.

"what the fuck- j-jerome? is this a dream? how are you alive and what h-happened to your face?" she asked, dropping the knife and pulling away from the male, now glaring at him "i could've killed you! what the fuck! couldn't you knock or do something normal? jesus christ! how are you alive?" she started rambling, the finger against her mouth stopping her.

"haven't you been watching the news, darling? and this boy, name's dwight, somehow got me back to life, well, at first it didn't work so he decided to cut my face off! can you believe it?! my beautiful face! so i killed him and now i'm here." he told her, holding her face in his hands "but let's catch up more later, right now, i want to show you how much i've missed you while i was dead." he whispered with a grin, not even taking his time to walk upstairs to the bed and pushing her on the couch in the living room, getting on top of her.

before he could even do anything else, the girl pushed him off of her and rolled her y/e/c eyes, holding his face in her hands "first of all, what the fuck jerome? did you actually use staples to put your face back? i'm not having sex with you or making out with you when there's a chance that your face might fall off." she said, standing up but getting pulled back, now into his lap.

"what else was i supposed to do? staples were the best idea at that moment but if you can help me then go ahead, but first give me a kiss." he said, gripping her chin softly. the female let out a giggle, placing her soft lips on his chapped one's, pulling away and standing up, only to get pulled down again. "jerome i swear to god-" she started but got cut off by the redhead "i love you."

that made y/n smile softly at him, placing one of her hands on his cheek "i love you too, j." she whispered, kissing him softly.