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sneak peak! Helicarrier take off - steve rogers x avenger!reader
sneak peak! Questioning Loki - steve rogers x avenger!reader
steve rogers HC
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mwah! - bruce wayne x reader drabble
bunny socks - bruce wayne x reader drabble
MASTERLIST
this is where it gets tricky. i have a massive universe/storyline that involves several fandoms and is reader insert. the main skeleton is the mcu though. there is an ultimate pairing that happens for the reader eventually - without giving too much away. parts of this story can easily be stand alone fics, as people may want to read them but not in the context of the wider story/universe. however, some parts may be harder to be stand alone because of specific context.
PLUS what if other writers fics are sick af? what if they could easily be read as part of the universe i want to create? do i include them (WITH CREDIT AND PERMISSION OBVIOUSLY) like a link to their post??? and say to read that as further extension/inclusion???
regarding the universe i want to build...do i release stuff chronologically? do i spoil the whole thing and then the surprise is the random fics i spout in no particular order that details stuff? how much do i disclaim and reveal to entice readers and ensure they are reading something they actually take interest in without spoiling things??
i also want to write stuff separate to this universe that is unable to mesh with the established context i create. so i guess its like a venn diagram??? ughhhhhhhhhghhghh how to present my masterlist....
WILD
this is a series of work that follows the life of Y/n L/n. feel free to read in chronological order, or to only dip into parts. set in the mcu, but Y/n L/n version. (aka the best version). if you came here looking for something specific, don't necessarily write the story off if it doesn't meet your desires, as there are many changes that happen over the course of the story. this version of the mcu has parts of other fandoms in it, but do not majorly change the skeleton of the mcu as they are just part of who Y/n L/n interacts with outside of the main events.
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:
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.
His auto-translating earpieces are called YINSEN. it’s one of the only “acronyms” that he refuses to spell out what it stands for.
big fan of the idea that Stark Industries starts selling basic household appliances once the weapons manufacturing gets dropped. SI toaster. SI curling iron.
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.
(Tony likes doing them because it’s a very simple way to ease the “Tony stark dead at ___” headlines without doing a damn press conference. The videos also make people a bit less intimidated by him, and he rarely gets to interact with his creations in an authentic way with an audience.)
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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masterlist!
(a/n: ILL NEVER STOP WRITING WIFE!READER FOR BRUCE WAYNE i say as they drag me into the asylum)
Do you know what kind of reader I would like to read more? A tall reader. Look, I'm not against short readers, but I also need the reader to be taller than the s/o or the same height. I WOULD LOVE TO READ SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
Yall I love the bat boys but are we forgetting beautiful gorgeous billionaire Bruce Wayne??? Can we make more x reader fics of him please? Because I swear I only see Jason Todd and Dick Grayson these days 😢 Specifically this genre OF HIM CMONN:
lowkey it's prolly that I've just read them all atp but idc 😼
Bruce Wayne would never call you his wife before you were truly his wife.
He's not one to say "look at my wife" or "this is my wife" when you're just dating.
No. To him, that title is important, too important.
He remembers his father putting a beautiful pearl necklace on Martha's neck, remembers how his fingers would brush the skin of her neck while his mother's gaze was fixed on the mirror in front of them.
Thomas would only look at her, and when he fastened the necklace and she turned to look at him, he remembers how their eyes would meet and his father would always smile and say "my beautiful wife" in the softest tone he'd ever heard.
So no, Bruce doesn't take the title lightly, because marriage means you choose him forever, with all his virtues and despite all his hundreds of flaws, despite his stubbornness and his difficulty showing emotion.
Having Martha Wayne's ring on your finger means to him that you'll wake up next to him every day, that you'll kiss his scars and be there to hold his hand in his worst moments.
It's devotion, it's giving your all, it's loyalty.
Eternal love.
Because no matter how complicated it gets, when he's standing in front of you looking into your eyes, when he says "I do," he says it forever.
He won't even say those words at the wedding reception.
He'll call you "the love of my life" or "the queen of my heart," but not "my wife." Not yet.
He only says it after the confetti has already fallen, the champagne glasses are empty, your shoes are on the floor, and his tie is lying somewhere.
He says it when no one else is around, when it's just the two of you with happy smiles on your faces despite the tiredness from hours of dancing, laughing, and drinking with your closest friends. He takes your hand, caresses your knuckles, and brings it to his lips.
Lingering longer than necessary as he softly kisses your skin, which to him is more valuable than diamonds and more delicate than porcelain.
He looks into your eyes and smiles with such truth on his face, a twinkle in his eyes.
"My wife."
He tucks one of your wild strands of hair behind your ear even though his hair is a complete mess.
He brings his face close to yours, so close that your noses touch and you can feel his warm breath on your lips as he looks at you as if your eyes contained stars.
"My dear wife" his husky voice, so cold and intimidating to others, was now, to you, the definition of love, of affection, and warmth.
So no, Bruce Wayne is not the kind of man who would call you his wife before you are officially his.
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My dear husband, how much I love you.
English is not my native language. Requests are open. Reblogs, likes, and comments are greatly appreciated.
/☆ bruce wayne x wife!reader, or where you and bruce get home after a long night at a gala, and it's bruce the one a little bit tipsy and a little bit giggly
/☆ probably occ and cringey but guess who doesn't give a fuck !!!!
The door to Wayne Manor closed behind you with a soft thud that echoed in the cavernous foyer. Normally, Bruce would stride in ahead of you after a gala, jaw tight, tie already pulled loose, muttering something about useless board members or what a waste of a night. But tonight was different.
He trailed after you instead, still in full tux, hair slightly mussed from the way he’d run his hand through it on the drive home. His tie hung crooked, undone just enough to make him look almost boyish. And instead of his usual stoic silence, a low chuckle slipped out of him as he leaned his shoulder against the wall.
“Did you—” Bruce half-snorted, half-laughed, “—see Luthor’s face when the champagne went flying? Thought he was gonna combust right there in the middle of the ballroom.”
You blinked at him, actually taken aback. Bruce laughing. Bruce remembering something funny and choosing to talk about it. It wasn’t a sharp, dry chuckle, either. It felt warm in your chest.
“I did,” you said slowly, pulling off your shoes by the stairs. “I’m surprised you’re not frowning about the scandal it caused.”
Bruce shook his head, stumbling slightly as he pushed off the wall and came to stand beside you. His hand grazed the small of your back, lingering there longer than usual. “Scandal, or not. Luthor deserved it.” His lips curled into a grin, almost boyish. “And you looked gorgeous laughing at him.”
You raised a brow. “Bruce Wayne, are you flirting right now?”
He laughed again, a low rumble that felt foreign in the quiet manor. “Well, of course,” he admitted, voice dropping like it was a secret. “Why d'you say it like that, I can flirt with my wife”
The warmth of his palm at your back slid lower, curving over your hip. He wasn’t rough, just touchy, uncharacteristically so. Normally, Bruce’s touches were deliberate, as if every move had been pre-approved by the Batcomputer. Tonight, his fingers wandered like he couldn’t help himself.
You started up the stairs, but his hand caught yours, tugging you back gently. “Wait,” he said, softer now, eyes crinkled at the corners. “Dance with me.”
You blinked. “Dance? Here? In the foyer?”
“Mm,” he nodded, giggly in a way you weren’t sure you’d ever seen before. “Music or no music, doesn’t matter.”
You wanted to argue, he never did spontaneous foyer dances, but the sight of his flushed cheeks and the loose smile on his lips made it impossible. So you let him pull you close.
His arm slid around your waist, his other hand clasping yours clumsily, and you swayed together in silence. The only sound was the distant tick of the grandfather clock and the rustle of his suit jacket.
“You’re warm,” he murmured suddenly, pressing his cheek against your temple. The words tumbled out without his usual filter. “Always so warm. I forget how cold I get at those things ‘til I come back to you.”
Your chest tightened. You pulled back slightly, just to look at him. His eyes were hazy. Not glassy drunk, but softened. And he was smiling, really smiling, like the weight of the world wasn’t on his shoulders for once.
“You’re tipsy,” you teased gently, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
He huffed out another laugh, nuzzling into your palm. “Don’t tell Alfred. He’ll start lecturing me about hydration again.”
“I think Alfred would just be happy you’re acting human for once,” you teased back, but your heart wasn’t in the sarcasm, it was too busy aching at how rare this softness was.
Bruce’s grip tightened on your hip, pulling you flush against him. His lips brushed your ear as he murmured, “I only act like this with you.”
Heat crept up your neck, but before you could reply, he tilted your face up and kissed you. Not the usual controlled, purposeful kisses he sometimes gave, but a needy press of his lips, his thumb brushing your jaw with tenderness.
When he pulled back, he was grinning again. “You make me forget how to be Batman sometimes,” he whispered, breath warm against your lips. “And it feels really damn good.”
bruce wayne masterlist ☆ i will fist fight anyone who denies that bruce wayne isn't a needy man for some moments
