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bruce wayne x reader

you loved watching bruce sleep.

his face was a mask of peace. hard lines and stone features turned soft. 

it wasn't late into the day yet, only 10 am. usually bruce would be awake by now, but you made sure he remained deep in his slumber. your body remained still, breaths quiet under the silence that enveloped his bedroom. 

this was for you as much as it was for him. his schedule was demanding, always requiring more, and more, and more of him. his company, his family, gotham, and… you. you needed him. 

you took the moments you could get, and cherished them closely. but it was specifically moments like this. the quiet hours in the sanctuary of bruce's bedroom, still dark from the black out curtains that hid the sunlight. 

him laying on you, suffocating you with his weight was your greatest pleasure. seeing his head nuzzled into the pillow, buried into the space between your chin and shoulder — you knew he was truly safe. you could feel the even puffs of breath from his nose brush against your collarbones. 

you had a clear view of his face. your heart was enamoured by him. completely. it was everything: the weight of his lashes where they curled away from his cheeks, the slope of his nose that your finger gently traced, the slight jut of his lips from how his cheek mashed against you. 

you saw the boy he never was. 

your hand left the tip of his nose, brushing his cheek before your hand cradled his jaw. 

his beautiful face. 

a face you knew you were going to love forever. 

yes, things weren't always perfect between you. no relationship was. 

there were missed dates, days without getting a chance to properly speak to him, days where you were so in your head about your place in this relationship, seeing him come home bruised and battered yet you had to watch him continue to push himself to the brink in order to protect the city. to protect you, he would say. all he wanted to do was protect you. 

but he was yours. and you were his. 

and you got to have moments like this. because he always made sure he came home. to you. 

limbs tangled, bodies warm, heavy, heart pounding with the overwhelming force of your feelings. 

your fingers gently card through his hair again, smoothing down the strands on the back of his neck. your lips press gently to his brow, barely there, but enough that his body would know, 

"i love you, baby, i promise,"

a soft moment for bruce that I thought of while listening to honeybee by olivia rodrigo. FOR YOU, INSIGNIA & ANA

Me:

Imagine calling Patrick Bateman out to his face and telling him the only thing he’s ever truly done is get born into a wealthy family.

That’s it.

Silver spoon in his mouth from the moment he took his first breath. No real achievements, no grit, no substance—just luck dressed up as merit. He’d lose it. That cold, composed mask would crack instantly, and something almost homicidal would flash in his eyes.

“Oh, yeah? You’re so fucking smart now?” he’d sneer, voice low and venomous. “You let me fuck you raw and now you want to lecture me about morals?”

But inside, he’d be raging. Because deep down, he knows you’re right. Your words would scrape against that hollow void he spends every waking moment trying to fill with designer suits, expensive watches, and meaningless status. His ego would be bleeding.

How dare you—a nobody who doesn’t own a Rolex, who doesn’t live in the right building on the Upper East Side—point it out? He’s a Wall Street golden boy. Old money. Powerful. You’re supposed to be nothing but a toy to him.

And yet here you are, standing in front of him, completely sure of who you are… while he has no idea who he is without the money, the clothes, and the reputation.

“You’re so delusional, Patrick,” you’d say softly, almost pitying. “And I really do feel sorry for you.”

That would break him.

His face would flush red, nostrils flaring, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out across his forehead. His voice would drop to a dangerous whisper:

“Say that again.”

You wouldn’t even flinch.

“I feel sorry for you.”

Because you actually mean it.

of course, people have the choice to have a physical human translator for translating tony’s speech to their language. But tony flat out refuses to let a human being translate speech to him. He makes an earpiece that does it automatically. It comes across as tech purism, as if he thinks so little of human translators, but really he simply can’t stand feeling in that cave again.

he also learns languages. As many as he can, really. he practices conversations in other languages with JARVIS, only on days where he feels okay. He does his best to never go to a country without already knowing the basics of their language.

But with this idea I also need there to be a “stark industries households” youtube channel that is, technically, an official SI channel. But it’s not in the slightest used for marketing or anything of the sort. Tony is the only one with the password and every video uploaded is tony going through how to use that machine.

Someone can’t figure out how to empty their damn fancy vacuum and they look up the model on youtube to figure it out, and are greeted by the CEO of the company doing a WILDLY informal tutorial on how to use it and common issues and such.

The videos are often shot by DUM-E or U. Tony often looks very disheveled, and sometimes there’s unrevealed projects just sitting out in the background. Tony acts like he’s talking to an audience of five people and usually there’s five or six videos uploaded back to back, CLEARLY shot in one sitting.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 (𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕) 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢

mentions: fluff, mentions of having sex, nothing much ( thought about this late at night when i couldn't sleep because i had too much red bull. also this was supposed to be a drabble...)

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1:30. it was 1:30 pm and you and bruce were still sleeping. 1:30 pm when the rest of the city was up while both of you were still in bed, 1:30 pm when everyone is dressed and ready to go to work while both of you were under the sheets with naked bodies next to one other, 1:30 pm when everyone has the intention to start their day while both of you had no intention of getting up from the bed. sure, alfred can wake you two up, but who would want to enter the room of a married couple who 'slept early' last night? you and bruce were facing each other, sleeping peacefully as the sunlight was hitting your room. your head was on top of his arm, while the other was loosely draped around your waist on top of the sheets. and from the looks of it, both of you had no intention of waking up from your slumber you let out a small sigh in your sleep before turning around on your side. bruce felt the shift of position and let out a sleepy grumble as he murmured "come here" under his breath, bringing you close enough for his chest against your back and tightening his grip over your waist. you just let out a hum, melting into his touch and bringing the sheets closer to your naked body before already continuing your slumber

then, your phone started to ring from the nightstand, making you groggily open your eyes. "ignore it" bruce murmured behind you, but the phone kept on ringing and ringing you took your hand and reached for your nightstand, trying to feel for your phone until you felt the familiar device in your hands. without looking at the caller id, you answer it, put it on speaker, and place it on your pillow beside you. "hello?" it was obvious from your voice that you were sleeping "good afternoon, ma'am" a female voice was heard from the other end of the line. "am i speaking with mrs wayne?"

"speaking" your eyes were already closing, trying to go back to sleep. you felt bruce shift closer to you, giving you a kiss on the nape of your neck before resting his forehead on your shoulder blade. he was half asleep but also half awake, listening in on the conversation "hello, mrs wayne. i'm from the gotham bank and im just calling to confirm a transaction of yours" she clarified. "10,600 dollars spent in the gotham city mall today. shall i--" "wait what?" you sat up in bed, now fully awake from her words as the sheets slightly dropped from your chest. you picked up the phone and turned the speaker off so you can place it in your ear and ask her. "can you repeat that one more time?" bruce's arm that was originally under your head left when you sat up, wiping a hand over his face with a small tired sigh and feeling his stubble, yet his loose arm around your waist didn't leave

"shall i confirm a transaction of 10,600 dollars spent in the gotham city mall?" she repeated again. you were about to open your mouth and say no since you didn't leave the manor-- after all, you literally just woke up-- but a memory popped up in your head. steph and cass said yesterday that they were going to go out to the mall tomorrow, which was today. and you remember handing cass your amex for her to spend. even though cass wasn't a big spender, steph was. you let out a sigh, both mixed with tiredness and relief before nodding over the phone. "yes, confirm it please." you took your other hand to wipe your face, already feeling grey hairs forming in your hair. "great! thank you for the confirmation and have a nice day, mrs wayne" she thanked before you thanked her back and ended the call, letting out another deep sigh and tossing your phone back onto the nightstand before lying back in bed under the sheets and beside your husband.

bruce's eyes blinked slowly when you dropped back onto the mattress. his eyes were barely open as they were heavy with sleep, watching you for a moment-- not to mention his dark hair a mess against the pillows and his morning stubble grown

"problem?" he murmured, voice rough and low from sleep. you just rubbed your face with both hands, staring up at the ceiling for a second before turning your head to look at him. "steph and cass went to the mall" "and?" he asked, waiting for you to continue. you let out a sigh, shifting your body to fully face him. "ten thousand six hundred dollars" now that got a reaction out of him. his eyebrow furrowed slightly from your words, still groggy and tired. "thats... not terrible" he commented. that made you give him a look. "bruce" "hm" "gotham city mall. today" silence filled the room for two seconds. he squinted one eye open a little more to study the look that you were giving him. then, he groaned softly and dragged a hand down his face. "steph" he muttered, making you nod slowly. "steph" for a moment, neither one of you moved as the sunlight still filtered across the bed. the sheets were still tangled around your legs, the room quiet except for the distant hum of the manor.

bruce shifted closer again but this time, both of his arms slid back around your waist, pulling you against him. he clearly decided that the crisis wasn't big enough to justify getting out of bed. "you gave them your card" he said into your shoulder, making you snort. "i gave cass my card"

"that's the same thing when steph is present" he added and honestly, you couldn't argue with that. bruce placed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, already getting ready to go back to sleep before murmuring.

"ten thousand isn't bad" "bruce" "yes, sweetheart" you just let out a defeated sigh, silently shaking your head at your husband. another beat of silence filled the air before you broke. "he's going to judge us, isn't he?"

"who?" "alfred"

that earned a small, tired chuckle from bruce. "not the shopping" he clarified, his arms tightening around your waist. "but for waking up at 1:30." he was right and both of you knew it, you could basically hear alfred's sarcastic scolding in your head and the idea made you sigh dramatically and pull the sheets higher. "then we're staying in bed" "agreed"

you shifted closer to bruce, burying your face in his chest and feeling his one of his hands go from your waist to the back of your head. his fingers slid lazily through your hair, slow and absentminded-- the way he only did when he was half asleep. that motion alone made your eyes slowly close, his warmth sending you back to sleep as yours did the same to him

and in the background, your phone on the nightstand silently buzzed every few minutes with new transactions flying through.

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(a/n: ILL NEVER STOP WRITING WIFE!READER FOR BRUCE WAYNE i say as they drag me into the asylum)

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Antisocial reader, too. 🤭

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