Hi girlypops! I’m honor of my husband’s birthday today I’m tried to write a fanfic. Please be kind this is the first time I’m doing this so I’m sorry if there’s misspelling or some parts don’t flow right. Thank you and enjoy!
“I don’t know Francois… do you think this looks good?” You ask them as you look at yourself if your mirror. Your tight dress/suit shows off every beautiful curve in your body, your hair done perfectly and perfume/cologne giving you such a divine smell. Francois smiles, as if the answer wasn’t obvious, “You look absolutely stunning (y/n), as you always do.” A small smirk grows at Francois’ compliment. “The limo is out front, please come down when you’re ready.” They bow and leave, leaving you alone in your room. You look at the small box on your bedside table, debating on whether or not you should bring it with you. With a soft sigh, you take the box with you and head out to limo waiting for you. Time to go to the party.
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The sound of the aggressive beat bursts through the outside of the house. You can’t help but be nervous. All the people that are attending are children of billion if not zillionaires with of course the exception of you, the partner of the birthday boy himself who had no money to there name, only their determination and dreams and the heart of gold that made Ryusui fall for you in the first place. You take a deep breath and walk in. As the door swings open you can see the crowd of people dancing their hearts out to whatever loud song was playing. You see a group of girls dancing on another group of boys, another couple makes out in the corner, others found the Nanami alcohol stash and go to town drinking every last drop. You get shoved multiple times, trying to keep the little box in your hands safe. Ryusui where are you…
After making it out of that awful room, you see Ryusui in the outside pull area. You smile and rush over there, trying not to trip over yourself. Ryusui sits there in a nice (and clearly expensive) suit with girls hanging all over him, giggling and sucking up to whatever he says. Your smile quickly turns to a frown as you see one girl get a little too close to him. Suddenly, Ryusui flips his head around and sees you, his face brightening up. He runs to you and sweeps you off your feet. “My love! You’re here! I’ve been waiting for you!” He exclaims, giving you the cutest smiling. All the anxiety and discomfort you felt before instantly leaving. The girls that were with him get annoyed and leave as Ryusui brings you back to his seat and lets you sit on his lap. “How are you enjoying the party dear? Are you having a good time?” He actually sounds concerned, wanting nothing more than for you to enjoy yourself. As you’re about to answer, he hears someone call for him, one of his cousins. He lets out a tsk sound. “I’m sorry my love but I have to go, you know how my family can get.” He gently sets you down and heads over to his cousin, most likely talking about business. You lean back, alone again. You look down at the box in your hands sighing, all you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend. “Huh, I never thought I’d see you look so down.” You look up to see the where the familiar voice came from. Sai looks down and you, showing you a kind smile. “Sai! Oh thank goodness someone I know!” You stand up and hug him, relief flowing through your body. He chuckles, “I just saw Ryusui leave, guessing you can’t get a hold of him either?” You shake your head. “Your cousin just took him away from me…” you pick up the box, “I didn’t even give him his gift…” Sai gives you a soft smile. “Here let’s take it to the gift table, he’s bound to get it eventually.” As he leads you to the table, you see everything he’s received. Lamborghinis, Rolexes, Suits, Ships, and everything in between. You don’t know what you were thinking, he’s the richest man in the world, he could get anything he desired, so why would he want this little thing? “Actually Sai, I think I forgot it at home, I’m just gonna head out…” you tell him, hiding the box behind you. “But I thought that’s what the box…” he doesn’t finish the sentence when he sees the look on your face. “Ok then, at least let me walk you out.” He escorts you to a limo and waits until you drive off. As you sit in the limo, your eyes swell up, all the anxiety and loneliness finally sinks in as you reflect on tonight. Now all you wanted to do was go home.
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You sit in bed watching what was ever on this late at night when you hear a loud knock on the door. Startled, you cautiously head towards the door, looking through the peep hole. You can see Ryusui paving back and forth. “Ryusui?” You can barley open the door when he gives you the tightest bear hug known to man. “Ryu- wha- what’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be at the party?” He meets you face to face. “Sai said you left! Are you ok?! Why did you leave! Was it not fun?? Was someone harassing you?!” You’re completely puzzled by his behavior. He looks at you, desperately waiting for an answer. “I just…” you begin. You sigh and look away, feeling bad about leaving without telling him. “I just felt alone. You were talking to all these important people and I was just there. And those stupid girls, oh those girls were all over you! How am I supposed to compete with them? I just felt so out of place…” you try to keep your tears in but a few slip anyway. Ryusui holds your head toward him. “(Y/n) im so sorry you felt that way… you mean the world to me even if you aren’t some billionaire or gift me the most expensive thing in the world! And don’t worry about those girls, they’re nothing compared to your beauty and they definitely don’t have your kind heart. You’re the most important thing to me (y/n). You are what I desire most.” You hug him, burying your face in his chest, inhaling his strong cologne. Rubbing your eyes you step away. “Wait right here, I have to get you something.” You run into your bedroom and pull out that box you had before. “It’s no Rolex or keys to a Bugatti, but it’s the best I could do.” Ryusui gives you a genuine smile. “Please I have tons of those already, besides you know I love anything you give me.” As soon as he done carefully removing the ribbon, he opens the lid. He gasps, making you a little nervous. Inside there’s a small wooden boat that you carved yourself. He pulls it out. The detail perfect from the sails to the small steering wheel, and on the deck a man and his partner holding hands. “(Y/n)… you made this?” You nod, not able to tell if he liked it or not. He grabs your face and kisses you passionately. His happiness spreading throughout his body into you. As you part, he smiles and says, “Thank you (y/n). This is the best gift I could ever receive.” He cubs your cheek with his study hand. “It’s truly one of a kind…just like you.”
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what about a tired and very touch-starved jason wakes up at like 2pm and fem!reader is out of bed??? and he comes and finds them and throws them over his shoulder and brings them back to bed???? because why would you leave jaybean by himself????? unnacceptable???
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Side note: I’m so sorry this is a month late. And then also another day late than I said I would post.
Side side note: if y’all saw me post this without the photo header…. No you didn’t
M.I.A
Jason Todd x gn!Reader || Domestic Fluff || Word Count: 758
Warnings: not completely proofread. Gun mention.
Jason’s pulled himself out of a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, though something eerily close.
It was one of those rare nights that he had off of patrol. One he where the two of you got to eat dinner together, watch some TV, get ready for bed, then fall asleep in your shared bed. He enjoyed the chances when he got them.
He laid on his stomach under the comfortably heavy duvet. His left arm was bent beneath his pillow, his hand grazing the hidden .44 he had convinced you to let him keep there, the other arm laying in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, clinging to his last tendrils of sleep.
All he needed was you back in his arms and his dreams would turn good again, filled with the smell of your soap and hints of faded perfume.
Slowly, he stretches his right arm out across the sheets, sleepily searching for your form. It drags along the sheets, his entire body only half-asleep.
He’s aware that there’s this… itch in his skin. Not a physical itch. An itch that can only be satisfied by having your arms around him again.
Jason Todd doesn’t count sheep. He counts your heart beats or your breathing. Sometimes both.
He must be laying further to the edge of his side of the bed than he thought. Usually, he doesn’t have to reach this far to get to you when you two drift apart in your sleep.
His hand grazes the wall. His eyes shoot open.
You aren’t in bed.
He pushes himself up with his elbows. A tired, confused, and slightly panicked frown settled on his face, his hair mussed up and flat on one side of his head.
The bedroom window is closed. The door is cracked open.
Then he notices the sound of the tap running in the kitchen.
Jason gets up and out of bed, moving languidly. He pads his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
His eyes squint at the light you had turned on as he stands in the doorway. All foggy panic he felt before faded away at the sight of you, filling a glass with water, standing in one of his shirts.
He shuffles his feet. A purposeful noise that he wouldn’t otherwise make as he went about his day, one to get your attention.
You turn around, your glass of water in your hand. You take notice of your boyfriend’s large stature filling the entryway, a sleepy pout on his lips. You give him a smile. He can tell you're trying not to laugh at his fatigued state.
“Want a glass, too?”
Jason shakes his head. He makes his way across the kitchen, his brows still furrowed against the light.
He just wants you back in bed with him.
He reaches for your glass after you sip from it. You hand it to him. Jason takes the cold glass in his right hand, bends down a little, and wraps his left arm tight around the bottom of your bum. He stands back up, now with you draped over his shoulder.
You squeal out a fit of laughter, "Jay!"
He flicks off the light as he exits the kitchen, makes his way back into the hall, then kicks the door to your bedroom shut as he carries you in.
Gently, he sets you back down on the edge of the bed. Once you're properly seated, he hands your water back for you to finish. Seeing your bright smile makes his own lips tug into a small one.
Jason rakes his hands through his hair as you drink. He rubs his hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes from a moment, trying to shake a bit of the sleep still clinging to him.
You hand him back the nearly finished glass of water. He watches you shuffled back under the covers, moving over to the wall-side. Your side. He finishes off the last two gulps of your water and sets the glass on the night stand.
He follows you under the covers, immediately pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your cheek and drops his head into the crook of your neck, an arm draped around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. He kisses your shoulder and gently squeezes your waist once.
Your arms settle around him, "If you wanted cuddles you could’ve just asked, you know."
Jason only grumbles an incoherent response. He shuffles and presses closer to you, holding you tight.
You kiss his forehead and Jason starts to count.
Ahh!! I hope you like! This is lowkey rushed.
Also you can catch my personal headcanon of how Jason WILL keep his bed, with or without you in it, as far away from the window and door as possible. And you best believe that when you two share, you're getting the wall side so he can act as a barrier for any possible danger that may come in.
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Hello! Im Isabella and I write fanfics lol. I've also wanted to possibly post art but I'm not sure yet. I hope all have a great day 🩷💕🌸
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