Jerome/Jeremiah imagines

What the fuck Jerome

~Jerome imagine~
Darkness was all I could see when I opened my eyes my body began to shake and I tried to move my arms and legs but I was tied up. One minute I'm in Arkham taking my bipolar meds and the next I'm being dragged out with a bag over my head and being knocked unconscious by some loonies I couldn't even see. The fear that was once consuming me quickly vanished when the bag on my head was whipped off.
"Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me Jerome" the words were sharp and hostile once they left my mouth, and I could see a small smile dance on his lips because of my feisty comment.
"Oh Y/N how I've missed you"
"Fuck off Jerome I was perfectly fine in Arkham and you knew that for a fact. I said I didn't want you to bust me out when we were in there but no you just had to ignore me" His smile faulted a little and his eyes grew darker and a deeper shade of green, seeing him like this made the air thicker and harder to breathe.
"Now now doll is that any way to be treating the man who just busted your ass out of an insane asylum." He practically spat the words out like venom and I could tell he was getting agitated with me, but I knew Jerome better then anyone and I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I think.
"Jerome you know I'm sick, you know what happens when I'm off my meds and I don't think you decided to stop your little breakout of Arkham for a pit stop to grab them for me" I'm trying to sound less aggravated and soften my words because I really don't want to piss him off.
"Fuck fuck FUCK" he slams his hands against an old crate smashing it in the process. I jolt back a little in the chair and he quickly looks over to me and his eyes immediately soften. Jerome is extremely complicated and no one understands him in the slightest. No one but me.
"I didn't mean to scare you Y/N I'm just extremely frustrated and I don't want you feeling sick again."
"I need my meds J, if I don't get them soon I'll go crazy." He gives me a smirk and leans close to me, resting his hands on the chair.
"What's so wrong with being crazy doll face." At this point his smile was so twisted it would make a normal person scream and tremble with fear, but to me it was just his way of being cheeky.
"Jerome last time I was off my meds I lit a car on fire..."
"Sooooo, that's fun."
"I was in the car J." His smile immediately dropped and his lips were in a thin straight line. He looked so worried? Like he cared?
"SOMEONE GO AND GET HER FUCKING MEDS OR I WILL CUT YOUR THUMBS OFF AND MAKE YOU EAT THEM." He grabbed a knife from his green jacket and cut the ropes that were restraining my wrists and ankles.
"Thank you J, for being the only one who cares about me"
"Caring is a strong word doll" I put my hand on his cheek and moved closer to him.
"I know it's a strong word, but I know you care about me if you didn't care I wouldn't be here in this creepy warehouse with you." I slightly chuckled and he gave me a small smile before he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I immediately blushed a deep red and he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. Something tells me he won't just be the annoying eighteen year old I met in Arkham, he's gonna be so much more. So much more to me.

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Hiiiiii so I am doing imagines now cause it's easier then doing a full on story. Also I will try and update a chapter of my Harry Potter fanfic again I just need more inspiration I guess. Anyways I hope you enjoy the first story of this series thingy I'm doing. Also don't worry I will do smut for you guys cause I know how some of you like that kinky stuff lol.
Byeeeee <3