Prompt- “This medicine makes me feel so out of it.”
Warnings- Kidnapping, Drugging, Mentions of needles (IV), Cuddling, Implied Isolation
After a few weeks you were calmer, or maybe it was the medicine in your system. So much time left with your thoughts and not much else has left you lonely and tired. Despite having nothing to do you were exhausted. Propped up in a padded rocking chair, with a book, attached to an IV. Too bad your brain can’t keep up with the lines in the book because of the drugs.
You wish you could take the needle out, but the last time you made that mistake you were tied to a chair for several days. At this point you don’t want to fight anymore. You just want a bit more. More to do, more stimulation. You chastise yourself for those thoughts; giving in just because you're bored. An under simplification sure, but you were angry. The thought of giving him what he wants was upsetting.
But, things were getting harder. Whatever he was doing he was doing it right because you wouldn’t be able to ‘fight’ back much longer.
You only realize you were staring at the wall when the door opens.
“Hello, Darling. How are you feeling?” Jeremiah asks calmly. Eyes calculating; evaluating everything you are.
You glare at him lightly. “I feel like I’ve been kidnapped and drugged.” You say bitterly.
He glares back at your words. You knew he hated when you answered like that. You always give that answer and it never ends well. His glare made you feel uneasy because you knew what could follow.
You sigh again, looking down to avoid his gaze. “This IV itches.” You start. “This medicine makes me feel so out of it. And there's absolutely nothing in this room that’s actually interesting. I’m really tired and there is no reason to be because I’ve done nothing. I feel useless. Like I’m rotting…” You quickly explain your thoughts.
“I see.” He responds, simply, stepping closer.
Jeremiah reaches for your hand. He places his thumb over the spot the IV enters your veins. The light pressure relieves some of the discomfort you’ve been feeling. You kept your eyes on your hand as he watched you. He rose from his position, bent in front of you and looked at the bag over head.
“I’m trying to… understand… how I’m supposed to make you more… comfortable.” He states slowly.
“More comfortable or more willing.” You ask looking up at him.
Jeremiah's lips curled up. You had no idea whether it was to smile or snarl.
“Always so quick.” He said. “Give me a list of things you’d like. I’ll get them for you.” He offers.
“Can you stop whatever,” You pull loosely at the IV. “this is? Please.” You plead.
“No.” He replies. “Not yet.”
“When?” you question.
He laughs. “When you can be trusted, obviously.”
He cups your face with his hand. His thumb rubs your cheek. You watch him carefully. He may act kinder to you, but you’ve seen what he can do. You’ve witnessed his violence; his psychopathy.
Jeremiah stood abruptly. He offered his hand out to you, and you, hesitantly, took it. He helped you stand on your unstable legs. The both of you moved towards the bed.
The bed was cool and comfortable. Different from the padded chair. After so many hours in one spot changing your position felt nice. You still wanted to argue for more freedom, more movement, but you knew it would only cause you pain.
His cologne was surprisingly calming. His suit jacket abandoned earlier when he entered making it easier for him to wrap his arms around you. Jeremiah picked up a book of his own and began to read.
You laid in his arms silently for a few minutes. As tired as you were, your boredom held on tighter. As stubborn as you were, your boredom was louder.
You sighed a little before asking. “Can you read it to me?” You felt embarrassed, but you needed more than this.
A smile grows on Jeremiah's face at your question. “Of course, dear.” He responds.
As he reads you feel your eyelids droop. You feel disappointed in yourself, but he’s becoming one of the few things that can hold your interest. One of the few things to bring you comfort. It was twisted, but you were beginning to need him. A terrible fate but one you weren’t going to fight against much longer.
Imagine YN and Jerome being in a very close relationship. You are everything to each other. But one day Theo Galavan hunts you two down because of Jerome and kills him. His men throw you off a building and think you're dead. But you survive, get into a hospital and are diagnosed with amnesia. So basically you remember nothing but an emptiness inside of you.
Someday you sit in a small cafe to study. You've built back up a life and got into university etc.
By that time Jerome is already back from the dead and walks straight into the cafe to grab a coffee. He's totally exhausted because he's searching for you for over 4 months now, but can't find you anywhere.
When he walks in and sees you, he's totally shocked. There you are, the love of his life, his everything. He runs to you and takes a seat in front of you.
But you don't remember him and say that you're not the woman he's searching for.
Jerome doesn't know what to do then and asks her to go to the park with him, but when you want to go home, he kidnaps you, because he can't let you go again.
In his hideout he ties you up while you're unconcious and admires you, because he wanted to be with you again for so long. When you wake up, you're scared, obviously. Jerome tries to calm you down and tells you everything about the relationship you two had before he died. You still don't remember but he seems kinda familiar to you now.
You tell him again, that you're not the woman he's searching for. He gets frustrated and desperate, breaks into tears and not knowing what to do, he crashes his lips onto yours.
That made you remember literally everything and you asks him to untie you, so you can throw your arms around his neck and be close to him again.
Maybe I'll turn this into a real one shot (or more) later.
And maybe there will be a part, where they find out that the only reason YN doesn't remember Jerome is, because her parents didn't tell her when she got back from the hospital, because they thought Jerome was bad influence and it would be better, if you didn't remember him.
I hope you are doing well and if not im so sorry! I hope it gets better (it will it always does)
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If you are still taking requests I was wondering if you could do head cannons (idk if that's spelt right, I cant spell to save my life) of gotham villans with a plus-size bf/gf? And if you do Jeremiah could you include pre-spray too? (Pre-spray Jeremiah has my heart) thankkkkkkk youuuuuuu!!!!!
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Gotham villains with plus size s/o
He isn't a smaller or average man himself so he can be insecure.
He genuinely doesn't even think of your weight, he is just so taken back by your curves.
He is entranced by the way your curves move and look.
He will buy you tight and fitting dresses all the time, unless he sees you are getting self conscious because of it.
He will sit you down and whisper sweet words in your ears for hours. He means every word to.
He loves to grab your thighs, it doesn't even have to be sexual.
If you are in bed reading with him his hand is just resting and lightly massaging your thigh.
He hates to see you cry or even slightly sad, especially if it's because of your appearance. He will literally drown you in affection until you can't say anything bad about yourself.
He is so pathetic and needy, he is shocked anyone wants to date him.
He is even more shocked when it's a curvy girl, just his type.
He is literally always a blushing mess around you, it doesn't matter how long you have been together.
Will trace his finger up and down your stretch marks as he falls asleep.
If you ever mentioned being insecure he will find out why and point out every single reason he lives that part of you.
If you dress up he will let you walk him around like a dog, just happy to be by your side.
You could practically use him as an accessory, and he would happily thank you.
Literally worships you, like actually has his goons worship you.
He will have shrines built, some combined with his, others separate.
He needs you to be seen and adored like he sees and adores you.
He will get the most expensive and flattering clothes, having you prance around for him.
You are like a model icon of the underground world, no one can say anything negative because you always look your best.
He spoils you. Hair, makeup, nails, anything you want you can have.
If you don't want anything at all he is more than happy with that as well.
Instead he will buy you movies, snacks, and the fluffiest blankets.
My man will go feral.
He hadn't thought much of being with someone curvy, since he was mostly locked up or in middle of a big plan.
When he sees you, he drops everything. He doesn't care if he is getting shit at, he has to say hi.
He will never let you leave the house without giving you at least ten compliments and grabs.
He is obsessed with dressing you up.
Especially in vintage style dresses or gowns of any type
If he ever hears people talking about you he will torture them.
Sometimes he gets very tempted to just hypnotize you into being more confident when he sees you sad. He never would though.
He gets so giddy around you, he just can't believe you are real.
You are real, and you really want him. That's almost too much for him.
He will do anything he can to make you comfortable and confident.
He always carries a mini lotion for your thighs so you don't get sores or chub rub.
He dots on you all day, you will distract him for work almost every time.
Can't help but grab your hips, literally always had a hand there.
He loves to hug you while you cook and use his hands to move your hips to whatever song plays.
He is obsessed with the way your curves move, he can't get enough.
He will beg you to sit in his face, he needs to feel your thighs around his head.
Probably no one will read this, but: OMG IT SUCKS not being a native English speaker, so, when you write in your native language it's poetry, so perfect and beautiful, but in English it's so ewwww
I'm trying to write in English so I can publish it here, but it looks so ugly, like ugly ugly
You asked him the questions you noted on your paper and he answered, mostly in his sarcastic manner. But sometimes something else peaked through. Something... more human.
You noticed that he didn't want any of this. And he didn't deserve it either. It was his mother's fault, the way he behaved, the way he was now. She's the reason why he's a killer and everything he did went back and leaded to her and her shitty behavior.
You were so incredibly sorry for him. And so you couldn't help but let sympathy sneak through your put-up wall of professionalism.
You deviated from your original questions and asked more personal stuff.
You wanted to know his REAL opinions and motives, what he felt and what he thought, not the superficial crap your boss wanted you to write about in your article.
You were showing real interest in him and he liked it. He never met someone who wanted to know the real him and was willing to go way beyond deep talk.
So now there were the two of you, talking about his childhood, how his mother affected him and his behavior and how he was well aware of that, but nobody saw that and so it was easier for him give up trying to explain it to others and just start playing the monster everyone wanted to see, until he really became this monstrous, psychopathic and dangerous criminal.
You stood up and he looked at you confused, wondering if he scared you away too, like he did with all the others and if you would just leave him there now too.
He didn't expect for you to walk around the table and over to him. When you stood in front of him, him still seated on the metal chair, he looked up at you, questioning.
You were scared John and the other guards would storm in at any moment, but you had this feeling deep within you, that you needed to do this.
So you knelt down beside him and just.. hugged him.
And, oh man, was he shocked.
Totally taken aback, he just stared at the wall, eyes wide open, as he slowly and carefully put his arms around your back too, his handcuffs laying heavily upon your shoulderblades.
You let your small and soft hands stroke softly over his upper back and caressed his Arkham uniform. His body felt so right and comfy in your arms. He sighed and you could tell that he found this quite comforting as well.
As you pulled back after a few minutes, you didn't know what to say. You just stared into his eyes and mouthed a silent " I'm so sorry" to him. He nodded, still a little taken aback and brought out a quiet "Thank you".
You stood back up and when you walked back over to your own seat, John and another guard walked in and told you that you had to leave now, because they had to bring Jerome back to the cafeteria for lunch.
As you packed your things and went to leave, you stopped in the doorway and looked back one last time.
„See you soon, Jerome."
He grinned at you and with that sight in mind, you left.
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Time skip
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And he missed you. Oh god, how he missed you. So much that he couldn't even sleep properly anymore. You were on his mind 24/7.
You.
You and you only.
He'd stay up late at night, imagining you and him together. How you'd smile, how you'd hug him. Jesus, even how you kissed him and how you would make out in random places. If only he'd be free. He couldn't be the man you wanted, if he was locked up in a place like Arkham.
He'd lay the world to your feet. Literally.
He'd give you anything he had, anything he could give and anything you could ever want.
He just wanted to be with you. Forever.
Even if you only met once. He already knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, no matter what. You came in, lighted that spark in him and now he couldn't let you go. Ever.
He wanted you.
He needed you.
So it came that he found himself in Strange's office one night.
He had contacts in Arkham, who brought him whatever he wanted and wherever he wanted as long as he stayed in the asylum.
He silently went through the drawers of his desk and the cupboards, tracing his fingers searchingly along the files until he found your name on a piece of paper stuck to Strange's pinboard.
He called over one of his contacts and told them to get him a mobile phone.
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Time skip
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A few days later you were back in your office, organizing the notes you took when interviewing Jerome. You tried to do it before but every time you did, you couldn't get your mind off the handsome ginger. You were thinking about him constantly as well and couldn't wait to do the second interview. You were so hyped about just seeing him again.
You packed some stuff to get a coffee and asked some of your colleagues, if they wanted you to bring them sum as well, when you got a notification on your phone. You waved goodbye to your colleagues, went out the room and looked at your phone screen. A message from an unknown number. By that time you were visibly confused.
You were curious and so you unlocked your phone to see who messaged you. You thought it was a new article request from one of the department managers, whose name you hadn't saved in your phone. So you opened the message.
But you were wrong. Incredibly wrong.
(Messages are written in bold)
Hey sugar
You didn't have to think twice. You knew it was Jerome. It could be no other than him.
YN: Jerome? Where did you get my number from?
J: Oh I just broke into Strange's office. Nothing big. He didn't even notice.
You couldn't help but smile a little at him messaging you, eben tho you were a little concerned about Strange maybe noticing, but you brushed it off.
J: I miss you, darling.
You didn't know what to say. You weren't even in a relationship with the redheaded criminal.
Btw: I'm not sure, whether I should put any smut into one of the next chapters or not. Would you want that? Feel free to tell me, thanks. Idek if I could write that, bcs I never tried but well, who cares. :)
Hello! I love your Gotham character letters and I was wondering if you could do the J squad (separately) writing the reader a letter promising to come visit them soon because they escaped from Arkham but they can’t yet cause of Gordon and the GCPD? Thank you!!!!
A/N: A situation ship is a relationship that hasn't been explicitly defined but you can view your relationship with these boys however you wish. I also tested out more rhymes with Jervis.