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More important than me? Pt2.

“Pardon” Billy questions.

You take a sharp breath in, not meaning to say that out loud. Truth was however that you were feeling like second choice, as though their plans were more important then your relationship. And it hurt, a lot.

“Nothing, I didn’t say anything,” you mumble avoiding looking up to meet their pressing gazes.

“Don’t lie to us pumpkin, you know what happens when you lie,” Stu says lifting you your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You did know what happened and you would hate to relive the memory. They had rules and lying was at the top of the list as the worst thing you could do. The punishment for it matched the level they viewed as an extreme betrayal.

“It doesn’t matter, enjoy your night I’ll probably be asleep once you’re back.” you say and turn to leave the kitchen.

As you try to get around Billy he’s grabs your arm and turns you back to face him. Looking into your eyes, you’re sure he can see the hint of sadness that hides behind them. He moves you backwards slowly, you’re back reaching the wall behind you.

“Are you jealous baby?” Billy questions as Stu comes up behind him. Your breathing hitches and heart beats faster. Billy’s front presses into you, forcing your focus onto them and only them.

“What would I be jealous of?” you whisper letting out a false chuckle at attempt to rid of the tension building in the room.

“Do you need more attention pumpkin, is that what your acting so needy?” Stu laughs behind Billy, poking out his tongue.

“Oh baby, is that why your acting like this, you want us to stay home and play happy families with you?” Billy mocks.

They were toying with you. Pushing your buttons and waiting for you to crack. They nearly always won.

“No, I’m fine,” you say ducking under Billy’s arm and finally making it out of the kitchen.

“Don’t run from us pumpkin, if you want us to stay you only need to say it,” Stu says quickly catching up to you and wrapping his arm around you shoulder, stopping you from escaping up the stairs.

Sighing you lean back into Stu slightly. They were intoxicating. So keen to overtake your mind and make you fall for them more each day. But you allowed them to do just that. You allowed them to win, again.

Turning around to face them both you give in.

“Please stay with me tonight,” you whimper, placing your forehead on Stu’s chest.

“Okay, we’ll stay” Billy says, waking past you to get changed. Stu moves away from you to follow him up the stairs.

God they killed you a little bit each day. But god did they save you each day too. You didn’t want it to end, you and them. It would kill you.

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Part 2 is here, hope you enjoy it!!

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More Important then me? - yandere polyghostface

The house was silent when you entered, bags of shopping adorning your forearms. Your day had been spent shopping with Tatum and Sidney, splashing out your wages on things you knew you probably didn’t need.

Dropping the bags by the door, you make your way to the living room. Empty, had they gone out? Surely they would have told you if they did.

“Billy? Stu?” you shout as you continue your search for the boys.

“Up here baby,” Stu replies. You race up the stairs excited to see the boys that had been on your mind all day. Walking into the room you see both Billy and Stu dressed in their ghost face robes, albeit without the mask.

“Fun day?” You ask noting their attire. They smirk and Billy walks over to you, kissing your neck as a welcome home.

“Oh it will be,” Stu replies as he grabs his mask from the bottom of the wardrobe and chucks it into a backpack.

“You guys are heading out?” You question pushing Billy away softly from the attack he was performing on your neck. Lucky you’d just bought a new concealer.

“Yup, this nights gonna be the best one yet. I can already tell we’re gonna have a screamer on our hands. Quite literally,” Stu chuckles and he comes towards you and lifts you up by the waist.

“But it’s a Sunday,” you whisper. They look at your sad expression and Stu let’s you down.

“We can do movie night another time baby, this is really important,” Billy says. You nod and turn around leaving them to pack their bag and finish getting ready.

It had been like this for weeks now. Since they first began their murder fest their minds had been overcome with bloodthurst. Whilst you understood their need to fulfil the plot that they had created, it hadn’t been easy if you.

Before they had been attentive and so loving. They would cater to your every need, worshipping the ground you walked on. They still did, they just failed to show it anymore. Movie night was something that had always been a part of your relationship, from the first time you all became official.

But for the last three weeks they had missed every one. Whether it be due to their nightly ghostface activities or simply that they were too tired. Whatever the excuse it was getting on your nerves.

You venture to the kitchen, hoping to find something sweet to eat in order to mask your upset. Finding cookies in the jar you sit at the kitchen island and wait for the boys.

Around three cookies later they come down the stairs and walk into the kitchen. Grabbing two bottles of water out of the fridge Billy throws them into the backpack and does the zip up.

“Back later pumpkin, we got an important night ahead of us,” Stu says kissing you if the forehead and grabbing the bag from Billy.

“More important then me?” you mumble. Both eyes snap to you, the silence is consuming.

“Pardon?” Billy says

………..To be continued

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Wake up call-polyghostface imagine !!!Smut!!!

I am not responsible for anyone underage reading this material. I’m also not putting an age limit on my writing, I had read a lot worse when I was young.

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They never woke up on time. No matter how loud the alarm clock, how much you would shake them, they would not get out of bed. Stu was the worst, he had a habit of being late to everything which was mainly due to his oversleeping.

You had organised for the three of you to go to a breakfast dinner date, which was booked for an hours time. Whilst you had gotten showered, done your skincare, gotten dressed and done your hair, the boys had slept.

Not wanting to miss the reservation you had been looking forward to all week, you decided on a different method to wake them up.

Climbing onto the bed, you pulled the covers down to expose their boxers. It had been a hot summer and the boys had u see that as their excuse to sleep almost naked every night. Not that you were complaining.

Careful not to wake them just yet, you pulled down each of their waistbands to expose their lengths. You wrapped you hand around each of them and began to stroke them, watching as them twitched in their sleep. Growing the pace you applied slightly more pressure, which caused Stu it left out a soft moan.

Billy began to stir so you took that as an opportunity to wrap your lips around his head and suck slightly. Licking him clean of the pre cum, you felt a hand push your head down. Gagging you pulled back, letting out his cock with a pop and feeling spit string from your chin.

You smirked at Billy and watched his face grin in bemusement as you turned to Stu and deep throated him. He woke up with a start and you chuckled on his dick, listening to Billy’s heavy breathing. Beginning to bob your head up and down, you hummed as you felt Billy’s hands reach down your trousers.

His hands teased at your underwear, running his fingertips along the hem. You closed your eyes, willing him to reach underneath and give you what he knew you desired. You whined and tried to move your hips to get some much needed friction but was met by a hard slap to your ass as he retracted his fingers.

Stu’s hand came down and pulled your hair back, forcing you off his cock. He instead replaced it with his tongue, kissing you deeply and pulling you onto his lap. Billy’s lips met your neck and you hummed as you felt Stu begin to pull at your shirt. He raised it above your head as Billy grabbed your bra clasp, undoing it in seconds.

Stu grabbed your tits, massaging them with hunger in his eyes. He reached forward and began sucking them. You moaned as you felt Billy reach down your trousers once more.

“We need to leave soon,” you whisper as Stu continues his attack on your chest.

“What would you rather, we go eat pancakes and act like we’re normal, or stay in bed all day and make each other feel good?” Billy asks before finally slipping his hand into your underwear.

He didn’t need an answer, your moans were enough.

Hey, it’s the author. Thinking of taking some requests for Billy and Stu (separately or together). Comment if you have a request or questions about any characters I will write for. :)))

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You never had to fight me- Yandere Polyghostface

You should have told them you’d be home early, you should have told them that you got the early bus. But you didn’t. Instead you wandered aimlessly into Stu’s home only to see a girl crawling towards you covered in the red sticky liquid that now adorned your hands.

Without thinking, you had ran to her aid pushing down on her stab wounds to try and stop the bleeding. Her hands wrapped around yours as she gurgled in pain, blood running from her lips. You recognised her as the girl who sat in front of you in history class. You recognised her as the girl that laughed when you had tripped in the hallway and dropped you papers all over the corridor. That’s why she was here. But you couldn’t leave her.

Just as you went to speak a voice from the kitchen did.

“Y/n go upstairs right now,” said Billy. He was dressed in the ghostface robe but his mask had been removed. Behind him was Stu, a knife in hand dripping red.

“But-”

“No, don’t argue. Go upstairs,” Stu cuts in sternly. You slowly pull your hands away from her abdomen, feeling the blood begin to pour once more. You attempt to block out her cries, begging for you to come back and save her from your partners. You didn’t. Instead you continued walking, and closed the door to Stu’s bedroom.

The screams stopped eventually, but they replayed in your head. You hadn’t washed your hands of her blood, it left stains on Stu’s white Cotten bedsheets. Luckily you’d learnt how to rid of the stains in sheets, clothes and skin.

Their footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. The bedroom door opened with a slam. They weren’t happy.

“You aren’t meant to be back yet,” Billy says pulling off his costume. Stu follows suit.

“I finished running errands quicker than I expected so caught the early bus,” you explain. Your hands fiddle with your bracelet, not daring to meet their gazes.

“And why the fuck didn’t you call? What do we always say when you go out without us? Huh?” Billy says, his tone growing harsher with every word.

“To call you when I’m on my way back so you know where I am at all times,” you reply, repeating the words that had been drummed into you since you first started dating the boys. Clearly you hadn’t learnt their rules well enough.

“Not only did you disobey one of the most important rules we have for you but you tried to help that blonde bimbo from bleeding out!”

Okay, Billy was very angry now. His face had gone a deeper shade of red, his brows were screwed and his shoulders tense.

In one fast move his hand wrapped around your throat lifting you from Stu’s bed and pinning you to the wall. You try suck in any air you can but his hand remains firm against your neck.

You look over to Stu for some kind of reassurance that Billy wasn’t going to hurt you more than he had already but he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were trained to the dried, crimson blood that marked your hands.

“You don’t have to fight me,” you whimper, struggling to speak as Billy holds his hand tighter. He looks at you, faltering slightly and allowing you to push away from his grasp and run to Stu arms and wrapping around his front. He doesn’t hug you back.

You begin to cry, the hot tears running down your cheeks and leaving wet patches on Stu’s T-shirt. Your knees buckle beneath you as you fall to the floor, sobbing over Stu’s feet. It hurts where your heart is. Like a hot metal iron has burned through any hope you had that they could be the ones to save you.

Two arms come under your armpits, lifting you up and forcing you legs around their waist. It’s Stu. He pushes your head into his shoulder and bounces you slightly trying to lull your tears.

“You never had to fight me,” you whisper.

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Masterlist

Fluff=💓 Suggestive=💛 Yandere=🖤 Smut=♥️

Scream 1996

You never had to fight me 🖤

Basement 🖤

Basement part 2 🖤

Too much sometimes 🖤💓

Come taste 💛

Wake up call ♥️

More important than me? 🖤

More important than me? Part 2. 🖤

Heath Ledger’s joker (TDK)

Don’t be much longer 💓

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Polyghostface- Come Taste

Some suggestive content

You loved to cook, had done since you were a child. From chicken casserole to a mushroom risotto, you adored being in the kitchen. That was one of the many reasons that Billy and Stu loved you. Whenever they’d had a long day, they wanted nothing more than to come home to find you in your apron cooking their favourites.

Tonight was like many others, the boys squabbling over who gets to pick the movie whilst you stir the sauce to the pasta you had been making for tonight’s dinner.

“Billy, Stu come and taste this sauce I can’t tell what’s missing,” you shout towards the living room and hear the running of feet towards you. They liked to call themselves your sue chefs, always letting you know what needed to be added to your meals.

“Looks delicious baby girl, almost as much as you,” Stu says pulling your back towards his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands travel down to your behind, giving it a light squeeze but you shuffle away from him.

“Wait until after dinner for that Stu, now come taste,” you say and watch as Billy steps away from the doorway he was watching you both from and grabbing the spoon from your hands. He dips the spoon into the sauce and brings it to Stu’s lips, maintaining eye contact with you. Such a tease.

“Tastes good pumpkin, you don’t need to add anything,” Stu mumbles, dipping his head into your neck and leaving a trail of kisses. Billy steps towards you and lifts your chin with his finger. His stare is intense and almost consuming, if Stu’s hands weren’t wrapped securely around your waist your knees may have buckled beneath you.

He allows you to reach towards him and cup he cheek with your palm. His skin is rough having not shaved in a while, his lips are soft as they press lightly against yours.

Stu continues his attack on your neck, lightly sucking and nibbling hickeys into your skin. They loved to mark you, making sure that everyone at school knew you were taken. Whether it was the purple hickeys that had became an accustomed feature on your body or a light cut adorning your thigh from an extra rough session when they’d gotten in after a long evening.

“Might need a taste of something else y/n, what do you say?” Billy whispers against your lips.

“Hmm,” you moan as Stu’s hands move downwards. With the sauce long forgotten, you all made your way to your shared bedroom and like giggling children basked in the company of one another.

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Yandere Polyghostface- Too much sometimes

They were a lot to handle. Only sometimes, but those sometimes got the better of you. You couldn’t say what started it, the shitty day you’d had at school or the fact that plastered all over the news was yet another killing committed by none other than your boyfriends. But it was enough for you to have locked yourself in the bathroom, head leaning against the door and hands covering your face.

You had tried to muffle the sobs but they became too loud and soon enough both of your boys were trying to coax you out.

“Baby, come on let us in. We wanna help you sweetheart,” Billy says from the other side of the door. You continued to cry, his words almost seeming to make it worse.

“Hey sweetcheeks, if you come out I’ll let you wear one of my sweaters all night long. And I won’t even complain if you spill food on it like usual.” Stu’s comments made you giggle slightly however you were still very upset.

Whilst you appreciated their efforts of comfort it still didn’t feel right to you that the same guys begging you to unlock the door were the same guys that heard the begging of their victims but chose to ignore them.

“Come on darling, let us in, please” He sounded so vulnerable, so caring and wanting of you to let them help. You opened the door just enough for them to squeeze through, closing it again when they both sat down in front of you. You eyes stayed trained to the floor as Stu moved beside you and moved your head to rest on his shoulder. Billy grabbed your hands that had began playing with your trousers and wrapped them in his, tracing light circles on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I sh-“ you started but Billy interrupted.

“If your about to apologise for crying your going to be in trouble,” he says sternly, reminding you of one of their rules.

You can’t apologise for anything unless you have done something wrong. It was a habit you’d picked up, apologising for nothing so as one of the rules you were forbidden from doing so. Meaning if you disobeyed you would be punished which was definitely not what you wanted right now.

“What’s happened?” Stu asks, reaching his hand up to play with your hair. You sigh and lean into him more, a reflex.

“ I got overwhelmed today and when I saw everything on the news it got the better of me. I know it shouldn’t and I’m fine with what you guys do but when I hear about it in details every day I can’t help imagine you both differently,” you ramble, eyes scrunched shut. You hear Billy sigh and feel Stu tense.

“Are you scared of us?” Billy asks reaching towards you and pulling your chin up, forcing you away from the comfort of hiding in Stu’s neck.

“No,” you reply with hesitation. They don’t scare you, but what they do, that scares you.

“It all just gets too much sometimes,” you explain making eye contact with Billy. He nods slightly and looks over to Stu.

They both stand and Billy reaches out his hand to help pull you up off the tiled floor. You allow them to lead you to your shared bedroom and relax slightly as you see Stu got to his closet and pull out the sweater he had promised you.

“New rule, no more watching the news,” Billy says as Stu pulls the sweater over your head and giggles as your hair goes frizzy.

“I like that rule,” you reply, smiling at your lover boys.

They may be a lot to handle and sometimes you question if it’s worth it. But in moments like these when your wrapped in the arms of the boys closest to you, you know that every tear drop, every rule and every punishment is worth the affection they give.

It can get too much, but only sometimes.

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Yandere polyghostface- Basement (part 2)

The floorboards creaked above you, they were teasing you. It had been hours since you had been locked in the basement, the only light being the gap under the door. You had sat on the steps, not taking your eyes away from the light. Unlike the times before however, you did not beg them to be set free, knuckles smothered in bruises from knocking too long. No. You waited for them. And of course, with time, they came for you.

You must of dozed off as you were awoken by the sound of the key jiggling in the lock. You looked up as the door swung open to see Billy standing there, searching for you. He looks down to your frame, eyes casting over the puffy eyes and bright red nose.

“Stand up,” he commands, not harshly. He reached out his hand to you which you take gratefully and move to stand in front of him.

“I’m sorry Bill,” you whisper, voice cracking due to the lack of water you had been subjected to. He pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around your waist securely. Your head rests against his shoulder as you breath in his scent. He had had a shower since he got home, the bottom of his hair still dripping wet and a fresh set of clothes put on. Not a trace of blood to be found.

“I know you are,” he replies pulling away from your embrace and leading you away from the basement. You walk together, hand in hand to the living room where you notice three bowls of pasta set out of the coffee table. You smile slightly as Billy sits you down and places the bowl in your hands.

“Where’s Stu?” you ask stabbing a piece of pasta onto your fork.

“Getting changed,” Billy responds taking a seat beside you and pulling your legs onto his lap. You eat in silence, until Billy turns on the local news.

‘The killer strikes again. This time it’s a double murder as two teenagers, both attendees of Woodsboro High, are slaughtered. This comes after a series of brutal crimes have taken place, the first being the murder of Casey Baker.’

You chose not to listen to any more. You still aren’t use to their brutality and try your hardest not to think about what they do in the masks. Lost in thought you don’t notice Stu enter the room until he kisses you on the cheek and sits down beside you.

“Have a good time down there?” he laughs, tongue poking out as Billy chuckles along too. You shift awkwardly, not knowing how to respond you begin to fiddle with your jumper. Well it was actually on of Stu’s but you had claimed it as yours a long time ago. Their laughter soon dies down and you sit in silence once more. You let yourself settle back slightly resting yourself against Stu with you legs sprawled out on Billy’s lap. He massages your legs, seemingly not realising he’s doing so. To any outsider you all seemed to be in a perfect relationship, not two murders and a someone who is falling madly in love with the two psychopaths. It wasn’t the stereotypical dynamic that’s for sure.

“I don’t want you to lock me in there again,” you mumble, looking down at your fingers. Billy’s hands stop moving against your legs and Stu sits up, forcing you up with him. They both look at you, waiting for an explanation.

“I hate it down there. I can’t see anything but shadows and I can’t stop myself from seeing monsters within them. I can’t go down there now, even with the light on because I’m scared. I’m scared when you lock me in there because I don’t know if you’ll come and get me. What if one time if you both get really mad and-“ Billy interrupts by pulling you towards him and kissing you. You try to pull away, desperate to finally express your hatred for their rules and punishments, but he doesn’t stop.

Stu holds your hair back and begins sucking lightly on your neck as Billy licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You oblige. Their hands dance all over your body as you feel yourself give into them. You reach out to Billy in a frantic need to touch him, your hand rests against his cheek. He hadn’t shaved in a while, the stubble rough against your palm.

You turn your head towards Stu and he too kisses you. This time roughly, full of emotion and passion. They knew what you were going to say, they knew you were trying to be open with them. They knew that if they allowed it, they could lose you. And they couldn’t lose you. So they did the one thing they could, they kissed away any doubt in your mind, any questions of their person and replaced them with nothing but sincerity.

Because after everything, you were perfect. You were everything they had ever wanted. Everything they had ever needed. You would never leave them, you could never leave them. You loved them, and they loved you. Sort of.

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Yandere Polyghostface- Basement

They were perfect. Everything you had ever wanted. Everything you had ever needed. That’s what they told you, drumming it into you. You would never leave them, you could never leave them. Of course you knew what they did, the blood underneath their fingernails that they could never seem to get rid of gave you a pretty good idea. None the less you loved them, and they loved you. Sort of.

They had been out all evening, not telling you when they’d return you decided to make some pasta in case they were hungry when they got home. They’d usually still be high on adrenaline, Stu bouncing around the walls whilst Billy laughed at his antics. Whilst it seemed cruel the way they would talk about pulling the guts out of their latest victim, it made you smile at the way the were so relaxed and vulnerable enough to allow you to see the aftermath of their tribulations.

It was around ten when they walked through the door heads hung low and clothes covered in the sticky red you had become accustomed to. Instead of running towards you and spinning you in his arms as usual, Stu headed straight to the fridge and grabbed our two beers. He made no move to acknowledge you and neither did Billy who walked straight into the lounge and slumped down onto the couch, Stu close behind. You followed.

“I made pasta if either of you are hungry, or we can order something in if you’d prefer. Tatum was going on about this new pizza place down the street we could-“

“SHUT UP!” Billy shouted taking you back. They never raised their voices at you, trying to protect you from any of their outbursts. Not today. Your eyes filled with tears as you shuffled backwards slightly.

“I just-“

“I swear y/n do you ever fucking listen?” Stu interrupted, standing from his seat on the sofa. He came towards you Billy hot on his tail and you stepped back further trying to retreat to the kitchen.

“When we tell you to shut up, you shut up.” Billy said sternly, behind Stu whose backing you into the kitchen wall. Tears began streaming down your cheeks as you looked at the floor, not daring to make any kind of eye contact with the pair.

“And now she’s crying, always playing the victim. When are you going to learn y/n?” Stu mocks. He lifts your chin with his fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad. Please-you say trying to reason with them but yet again are stopped when Stu’s arms wrap around your waist and lifts you over his shoulder. You scream and kick knowing what’s about to happen.

When you first started dating the boys had asked you what your biggest fears were. Unknowing of their intentions you told them that you were scared or the dark. A fear you had ever since you were a child, so when you moved in with the boys they bought you the welcome gift or a night light that projected stars onto the ceiling helping you to sleep. However, so much as they tried to help aid your fear they would also use it against you. Whenever, like now, they were mad at you their ultimately favourite punishment was the basement. Billy had thought of the idea after they had once seen you in the movie store having an in depth conversation with Randy, someone you were banned from taking to. Since then they had used it as their go to punishment in times like these.

“No Billy, Stu please don’t lock me in there. Please I’ll do anything!” you shout banging your fists into Stu’s back as he keeps walking towards the basement door. But it’s no use.

The door creaks open and Billy flicks the light on so Stu can see as he walks down the stairs. Once at the bottom he lowers you to the concrete floor and begins to walk away towards the stairs.

“Stu baby please, please don’t leave me down here. Please Stu,” you cry as tears drop onto the cold floor. It was no use, he doesn’t even glance your way as he climbs the stairs and the lights go out.

You curl up on the floor, wrapping your arms around your legs. It was always cold in the basement but luckily they allowed a singular blanket to be placed in the room after you’d gotten sick once before. It was no use, you would have to stay the night in your own company, the demons of the dark taking over your mind.

But after all of this you had to keep reminding yourself. They were perfect. Everything you had ever wanted. Everything you had ever needed. You would never leave them, you could never leave them. You loved them, and they loved you. Sort of.

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“Don’t be much longer”-Heath ledger’s joker

You and J had been dating for around a year now. J had stumbled into your living room one night in seek of someone willing to nurse him back to health and despite the nagging in the back of your mind telling you to kick him out and call the police you didn’t. You let him use a pair of eyebrow pluckers from your makeup bag to dig in his arm for a bullet that had lodged itself in his tricep. From then on whenever he was in need of a place to lay low your sofa was always there, until one night when he ended up in your bed rather than the sofa.

Granted dating the clown had been difficult and finding a way to fit into each other’s lives was always a challenge but somehow it worked. Sure each of you had your moments and sometimes you questioned your love for the man so many feared but you would never leave him. And he would never leave you.

It was an average Saturday evening and you had just finished cooking lasagne. J had been out all day on ‘business’, leaving in the early hours of the morning, but had promised to be back by seven to eat with you. It was a common occurrence that every Saturday evening J would make an effort to come home to you and spend time in each other’s company. It was a sort of non verbalised rule between the two of you. However it was now eight o’clock and the food on the table was beginning to grow cold and the red wine you had poured had been left untouched for an hour now.

You fumbled with your sleeves contemplating on phoning him. The emergency burner phone that J had gifted you after a month of being together had lay untouched in your bedroom drawer, not necessary until now. Worry ate away at you as you made your way to the bedroom you and your partner shared. Pulling the draw open you grabbed the phone and quickly pressed the call button.

The phone buzzed in your ear as the repetitive vibrations rug continuously but finally there was an answer.

“What’s wrong doll I’m in the middle of something here” J’s gruff voice spoke through the receiver. You breathed a sigh of release almost expecting a Gotham PD officer to pick up the call.

“You’re late for dinner,” you replied voice soft in hopes that J wouldn’t be mad that you had called him over something so silly. Shuffling could be heard on the other side of the call as the sounds of muffled voices spiked your interest. J had never conversed with you over his plans when he went out, the only times you knew what your lover did when he left the house was when it was plastered all over the news that the joker had struck again.

“Ah yes, sorry doll got a little let’s say carried away here. I’ll be back soonish” he spoke, voice menacingly calm and almost quiet.

“Don’t be much longer,” you said laying back on your shared bed, “I miss you.”

J hummed in response and the line went cold. You knew deep down that J had missed you too, although he would never admit to it. He cherished nights when the two of you would curl up together and forget the worries that life brought. Being in each other’s arms savouring the soft kisses that you shared as the heat of the night enveloped you both was something magical that neither of you would purposely miss. A part of you knew that J would do anything to be there with you, cackling over a stupid joke he had made.

Knowing that your clown was safe you made your way back to the kitchen table, picking up the plates and scrapping the uneaten food into the bin. I think takeaway would be your best bet for tonight.