Who Could Love Me? (Jerome Valeska X Fem Reader)

Anything For You

     Jerome sends Dwite to wire up the explosives and your heart continues to feel as if it's going to burst. Every time you think you're finally about to calm down Jerome makes a sudden move that sends off your fight or flight response.

     "Dear," Jerome takes off your restraints. "Would Ya' help me put this back on." You just stand and cry, it hurts him to see you like this, but he doesn't know how to get through to you. His severed face was cold and smelled horrible. You wondered how the police department could have kept it preserved. By the time Dwite is done setting up the explosives Jerome is stapling his face back on. "What do you think (Y/N)?" You say nothing but shiver as he kisses your forehead.

     "We tried our best to get her back to normal, but it's been difficult." Jerome looks at him while you're stuck trying to rationalize everything in your head. "You're not mad, are you?"

     "Mad?" You can tell Jerome is lying, 'I want to chop your head off for simply coming near my (Y/N)!' Jerome approaches Dwite, "what can I possibly be mad about?"

     "The whole cutting off your face and-" You watch their interaction and sense Jerome was fuming with rage on the inside.

    "Buddy, you brought me back from the dead, what's a cut off face between friends?" Jerome pats Dwite's shoulder and racks his brain with a solution to figure out how to help you. He already had a little thing planned but didn't know if it would work. Jerome pulled you away from Dwite and handed you a pocketknife, you hesitantly took it and held it close to your chest. "Don't look at me like that," he says dolefully as he wraps his arms around you. "Cheer up baby, I know you're feeling a lot right now, but everything is going to be okay." Jerome held your face and you looked up at him with tear-stained eyes. "As long as you're with me everything will be fine."

     "Jerome," you let out a shaky breath. "I don't know what to do. I did love you but I'm not that person anymore." You shake your head and pull away from him, "I couldn't even hurt a fly and you want me to stay with you while you hurt so many people... my mind can't handle all the wrong you do and how I use to- I would have done anything for you before because I was just as sick as you-"

     "Sstoop sayyinnng that." He firmly grabs your face and brings your head close to his. "Every time you say that" you've never seen that look in his eyes before. "It makes me want to rip my face off." Jerome shakes your head gently and smiles "it would be pretty easy since my face was already cut off." He giggles and lets go of your head, his cold face touches yours as he leans in and whispers. "I'll get rid of Dwite easily."

     Jerome smiles at you; you shake your head "you can't do that- he's loyal to you-"

     "Who cares? I'm insane, aren't I? I'm sick," he has a hint of hurt and anger in his eyes for a second. "I'm going to tie him to a chair and blow him up will you help me?" He smiles widely to distract you from seeing right through him.

     "No." You don't want to upset Jerome because you know what he's capable of, but you know he cares about you and won't make you do anything.

     "Okay," Jerome quickly kisses your cheek. "Just stand there and look pretty." He walks over to Dwite a bit hastily, "remember when you cut my face off?"