On the spirit of having asked my darling to share her own writing of a valeskacest proposal, I'm now sharing mine! Or, rather, a part of it.
For you @idlequinn who has asked to share this particular one like three times already ( ˘ ³˘)💜
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“I’ve found that I’m so impossibly greedy, Jerome. That’s not enough for me anymore.”
Jerome’s mouth opens and closes, not a sound leaving him and his face contorts in about ten different expressions flashing one behind the other, too fast for Jeremiah to capture. – “And what do ya mean by that?” – he asks, confused and hurt, which alarms him before it clicks in his mind to just do it.
He swiftly pulls the velvet box out and in front of him, thumbing its side for the simple switch that opens its lid, exposing the ring resting within, waiting for its rightful owner... who gasps, wide eyes frantically moving from the tiny thing to Jeremiah. – “I’m saying— asking to care for you as a husband would, if you’ll allow me.” – when his twin doesn’t seem to be recovering on his own, Jeremiah swallows down his own anxiousness to add, solemn. – “Until death do us part.”
It seems to snap Jerome back into the moment, the way he closes his mouth with a click and roams his eyes over the space around them, turning his head to check their surroundings before looking back at Jeremiah, who remains frozen in position. – “Pinch me.”
Without questioning, he takes one of Jerome’s wrists in his free hand and does so, before fixating his attention on his face once more— he regrets not having his glasses then, because the shine reflected on his glossy eyes isn’t nearly enough detail for him, Jeremiah wishes he could record the exact moment wonder takes over the lines of his face and curls his lips into the tiniest, shaky grin that exponentially grows into that same sunny smile. – “I’m not hallucinating shit, this is real?”
Pressing his lips together to stop them from twitching, he nods his head slightly in response. – “Yes, Jer, it is.” – he wants to stand back on his two feet and whisper those words against his lips until they’re both sick of it.
“Yer proposing to me, ‘cause ya wanna marry me.” – he half questions, in apparent disbelief and Jeremiah feels like he’s waited too long for an answer already.
“Will you?” – if he hadn’t been sick before, the wait’s surely getting him feeling actually ill; it’s not that he doubts— he had somehow underestimated how vulnerable he would feel, that’s all. – “Will you marry me?”
Jerome looks at him like he’s insane and bursts into a hysterical cackle, falling to his knees right in front of him. – “Yes, genius! Freaking— of course, Miah. Ya insufferable little—” – and suddenly he’s being pulled by the neck into an aggressively passionate kiss that reverberates through his entire body, stealing a relieved sigh out of him and making his eyes burn. It’s a dizzying one, in which they keep panting inside each other’s mouths, pushing and biting until their lungs are burning and they feel lightheaded, drowsy, intoxicated.
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These playlists go out to the Jeremiah and Jerome Valeska fans that are still here with us - all five of you, probably:
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet! (Cause He’s Dead)
Let It Out (Second Time’s the Charm)
I Thought We Would (Until I Got High on my Brother’s Supply and Now I’m Evil by Fall Out Boy)
What Do You Call a Joke Without a Punchline?
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Jerome: Hey Brucie! You heard about these Ninjitsu guys?
Bruce: Do you mean the League of Shadows? Ninjitsu tactics are not that uncommon. You'll have to be more specific.
Jerome: The little Lego guys with the cool outfits.
Bruce: ...
Bruce: Jerome. Are you referring to the children's cartoon Ninjago?
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