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devilfic · 6 months

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omg we need more of the honeymoon shot bruce and reader,, maybe a one bed trope if it’s not too much to ask no pressure obv!!<3

❝honeymoon❞

II. marriage bed.

parts: previously / next plot: the in-laws are in town. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: arranged marriage, friends to enemies to (fake) lovers, implied history between reader and bruce, only one bed trope. words: 1.6k.

"I'm sorry" feels numb to say at this point. You still say it, standing at the foot of what should have been your marriage bed. It's been a long night and you'd wrung your hands of dish soap until your family practically barked at you to get to bed, to get back to your husband.

You can still hear them, cackling downstairs in the living room while your nieces and nephews tumble through the hallway. It must feel alien to have your childhood home, long devoid of familial joy, be suddenly bursting full of it. And have none of it mean anything to you.

Bruce stands shoulder to shoulder with you for a few more beats. Then he walks to the door, and you watch him twist the lock with a firm click. Your heart picks up a bit.

His steps are muted on the carpet and you take in his shoulders, the rolling hills of muscles in his back, and the pants that cling to the divots of his hip bones. The black cashmere is a gift from your mother, something preferable to his "ratty" sweats. He didn't like these very much.

Since you'd started living here, you caught glimpses of him like this. A heavy shadow of a man skulking in the darkness, waiting for you to leave for work before revealing himself. Rarely would you find yourselves crossing paths in the kitchen or catching eyes in the living room. And with each fleeting glance, he would escape elsewhere, receding into the tower the way a frightened cat might hide from strangers. Intruders. Funnily enough, you found avoiding eye contact helped that.

But now there was nowhere to run. Your family was here for the holidays and they were in every room. Eyes everywhere.

"Do you need to work tonight?" You'd started calling it that: "work". It made sense around the family (not so much your mother), and it didn't put him on edge when you skirted around the "B" word. "I can help you get downstairs."

He's half-turned to you, waiting on his side of the bed, so you can see the way his face scrunches up at a thought, "Gordon... told me to take time off. For family."

You snort, "You told him the in-laws were in town?"

"Yes."

You blink, "Oh."

Bruce had told you that between you and Alfred, no one else knew who Batman was. The lieutenant, trusted friend and ally as he were, had yet to join the ranks of your prestigious little club. It felt wrong to be in it when he wasn't; you'd forced yourself into it, and Bruce didn't even trust you.

You round the bed opposite to Bruce, and staring across it at him felt like staring across an ocean—he was so far away. You wondered how many people had shared this bed with him. How many he trusted as little as you.

You understand that the Bruce you remember was still a boy, grieving much differently than he is now, and had liked you just a little bit more.

You're the first to draw back the covers.

Bruce watches you settle in before following suit, reluctant, as if he were still wondering about the cons of sleeping in his car tonight. The weight of the bed dramatically shifts and you glide against the silk to his side when he lays down, your hand going for his upper arm to steady yourself. He jolts at the contact, staring you down like a deer in headlights.

Your second sorry of the night spills from your lips, and you squirm away from the warmth of his side and back to the edge of the bed.

You both lay like that for a while, side by side, neither of you particularly comfortable.

"Why didn't you say no?"

His question rocks the stillness in the air. You almost jolt. You turn your head and ask, as casually as you are able, "Say no to what?"

"The marriage."

Ah. "You've met my mother. It's hard to say no to her. Isn't that why you're in this situation in the first place?"

He remains looking up at the ceiling, but you see his jaw constrict, "The you I knew had a backbone."

He means it to hurt. Reminders of your youth together had not softened with time, it seemed, even if he treated you like a distant memory. You don't muster up the courage to bite back at him. Instead, you tuck your tail and keep the mist from gathering in your eyes, "...Yeah."

He doesn't seem to have expected that response. He finally turns his head to look at you, visibly confused. For a few moments, the two of you just stare at each other. Him, analyzing. You... mourning. "Is this what you wanted?"

It's becoming harder to hold back tears, "Not this. Not with her pulling all the strings. Regardless of what you think about me, or my mother, or my family, I didn't want any of this. I don't... want to be your enemy, Bruce."

You want so badly for him to believe you. You've never wanted anything more than for him to see you honestly, transparently, except perhaps to see him the same. To not have to fight.

He's about to say something when the doorknob wriggles, followed by a tentative knock. The two of you sit up and listen for who could be at the door, until a small voice calls your name through the wood, "My niece." You say, rigid. "She must be lost." You go to stand but to your surprise, Bruce is already at the door letting her in.

She stands at just about his knee, blanket clutched in her chubby arms and mouth hidden by the purple fleece. She has to turn her head all the way up to look him in the eyes, "Uncle Bruce," she says through a lisp, "where's the bathroom?"

You can't fully see Bruce's reaction from the bed. From the side, you watch his shoulders sag and his cheek rise in what you think is... a smile.

Very slowly, he comes to a crouch in front of her, "The bathroom?" He asks. She nods an affirmative. "Why didn't you ask Grandpa Alfred? He knows where everything is."

Her eyes dart to the side, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, "...Grandpa Alfred is scary."

Bruce laughs, actually laughs. He hasn't laughed around you. Hasn't managed more than a smile today, and only to placate your mother. He's warmer too, more open. You watch him. Mesmerized. "He is a little scary, isn't he? But I promise, he's really nice if you get to know him." Your niece doesn't seem so convinced. A moment passes as Bruce thinks of what to say, "How about I come with you to go ask him?"

Her eyes light up, "Really?"

"Really."

Bruce holds out his arms to her, and though she's reluctant, you watch her tumble into them with arms thrown around his neck. He hops back to his feet with her perched on his hip like she weighs nothing—and she probably does, to him—and asks her in a hushed voice if she's holding on tight.

Her little head turns to look at you over his shoulder and he follows, his smile weakening some.

You almost ask if she'd like you to come with, but think better of it. In the time it would take Bruce to complete this task, you could try to fall asleep. Maybe then it'd be easier on him to share the bed with you, "Go with Uncle Bruce. Maybe Grandpa Alfred will show you the fancy swords if you're brave enough to ask."

Your niece beams, urging Bruce to take her to him this instant, and they disappear out of sight.

You're half conscious when Bruce returns and shuts the door, but there is no click of the lock to follow after.

With your back turned, all you have to tell you where he is in the room are his small sighs. He's on his side, closer than you expected him to be so quickly, and you curse the carpet that hides his footfalls. You keep your breaths measured, pretending you're fully asleep, and wait for him to climb in.

One knee presses into the mattress, then the other, and you quickly remember the problem with this bed.

He's just laid on his side when you go sliding backwards, feeling your body collide with his chest. You force your eyes to stay closed but you are chilled with mortification. Should you move? Give up the facade of sleep and scramble for the other side of the bed? Would he shove you away?

You wait for his heavy hand to fall on your back, but... nothing. Seconds crawl forward at a snail's pace. You can feel the heat of his hand hovering over your hip where your night shirt had ridden up, but he never touches you. You take slow, deep breaths. You wait for him to wake you, then, if he won't shove you.

But that also never comes. The tips of his fingers lightly brush the skin of your hip, and then disappear. You feel his arm wiggle between the both of you, feel him shift a bit on the mattress, but nothing more. He doesn't push you away. Doesn't call your name. Doesn't shake you until you're forced to crawl to the other side.

He gets comfortable. Stiff, but comfortable, and he doesn't move you. You wonder, as the heat of his chest makes you conscious of your heart beating quicker, if it's too late to crawl back on your own.

You wait for what feels like hours contemplating it. So long, it feels like he might've fallen asleep behind you. So long, that you melt into his side of the mattress. So long, that sleep comes and morning soon after before you could even make up your mind.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne scenarios #bruce wayne drabble #does this count as a drabble anymore lmao #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman scenarios #batman fic #the batman #battinson x reader #battinson #dc #mjwrites #bw; honeymoon

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bonobochick · 2 months

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Johnny & Chanel finally getting to their honeymoon. 😍 💋 🥂

Days of Our Lives ep airing March 19, 2024

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dimepicture · 1 year

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#second honeymoon #1937 #30s #bw #multi #still #loretta young #lounge

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ultrqviolqnce · 1 year

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🖤📞🎬♣️

#lana del rey #ldr aesthetic #ldr icons #lana del rey nfr #born to die #honeymoon #ultraviolence #black and white #bw photoshoot #lana del rey vinyl #blue banisters #chemtrails over the country club

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Tact!Don jelly CtM!Don's Beloved is so much sweeter and sappier with him when his own version of them would rather eat a full ashtray than casually call him something cute like Darling or Handsome of Sweetheart in a public setting.

But then he remembers all the swear words Beloved DOES call him in public and all the interesting things he gets called in private (way saucier than Handsome, but that does happen sometimes) and realizes he actually prefers the spice with the occassional sweet whenever they're both too exhausted to be sassy.

CtMDon lowkey wants to try being feistier but one innocent look from Beloved and he melts. (They see this. And do something about it later in private, nyehehe)

I like to nake out the relationships on opposite spectrums of the affection meter.

The old coots (not old, they're like, in their late 30's but I'm trying to bw funny) got the rivalmance going and are really only sweet when alone in certain circumstances while the youngings keep their honeymoon phaze going for pretty much their whole lives and only get spice on occassion in special circumstances, respectively.

"the youngings keep their honeymoon phaze going for pretty much their whole lives" I'm so soft!! Can you imagine!? 🥹🥹🥹

I want to see their double date! It would be pure crack and both couples would come away knowing more about themselves! Ahhh!! This is so sweet!! My heart!!!

#ask

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skiplo-wave · 2 years

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When it comes to Bath & Body Works, nobody should question it lol. I love their body mists and aromatherapy. I'll tell you a story Skip, before my husband and I got married he didn't know the full extent of my B&BW collection because we didn't live together until after we got married. So after our honeymoon and he carried my boxes into our new house from storage. They was clearly marked body mists, body lotions and shower gels. After he carried the eighth box (and there was more) he's like "Honey, I-I don't know... I know how to ask you this without judging." LMFAO. I'm like what? He says "Sweetheart how much Bath & Body Works do you have?" I told him honestly I didn't know lol. So I started setting up the shelves and unpacking my B&BW body care and putting out all my body mists. He just looks at all of it in horror. I been collecting for years. It's a pretty big collection but I keep it all organized and neat. I set up another shelf in the bathroom for just the shower gels and aromatherapy bottles. I couldn't stop laughing because he just pauses multiple times in shock looking at the shelves full of body mists. When I was done, he says "My lord. You could open your own Bath & Body Works."😂

My honest to go relief this story didn't revolve around or mention literal shit

#asks

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oldmalayatravelandtours · 5 months

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A Symphony of Love: Kundasang Honeymoon Package from Old Malaya Travel and Tours

Escape to the enchanting highlands of Kundasang with Old Malaya Travel and Tours' meticulously designed Honeymoon Package. Nestled against the majestic Mount Kinabalu backdrop, this romantic retreat promises more than just a getaway, but also a celebration of love in the heart of Sabah.

Day 1: Arrival at Kundasang

Arrive in Kundasang to a warm welcome, and a bouquet of flowers will set the tone for your romantic journey. Enjoy a leisurely lunch in the crisp mountain air, followed by a visit to the Tamparuli suspension bridge, which offers the perfect balance of adventure and romance.

Day 2: Exploring the High Country

Begin the day with a delicious breakfast at your Kundasang homestay, laying the groundwork for a day of exploration. Visit the iconic Desa Dairy Farm, a picturesque location for romantic moments amidst rolling hills and grazing cattle. Paragliding at Kompleks Sukan Ranau adds an exhilarating element to your love story.

A visit to a Sabah tea plantation provides not only breathtaking views, but also the opportunity to enjoy a romantic lunch. Enjoy a one-of-a-kind Fish Massage before exploring the enchanting Magical Garden, where love blossoms among vibrant flowers. Finish the day with a visit to Arnab Village and a romantic dinner at the whimsical BW Bus Restaurant.

Day 3: Cherished Departure

Enjoy a leisurely breakfast at your Kundasang homestay before checking out, with memories of your romantic getaway fresh in your mind. Visit the Alpaca Club for a touch of adorable charm, then explore Kinabalu Park, a UNESCO World Heritage site, before enjoying a farewell lunch at Kloud restaurant.

As you travel from Kundasang to Kota Kinabalu, stop at Pasar Filipina for some last-minute souvenirs and bring a piece of Sabah's charm with you. Say goodbye, knowing that your Kundasang Honeymoon with Old Malaya Travel and Tours has created memories that will last a lifetime.

The Kundasang Honeymoon Package from Old Malaya Travel and Tours is more than just a romantic getaway; it's an immersive journey into the heart of Sabah's highlands, where love blooms amid breathtaking scenery and unforgettable experiences. Book your romantic rendezvous today and allow the symphony of love to serenade you in the arms of Kundasang's beauty.

#kundasang honeymoon package #adventure #sabah #tourism #honeymoon package #travel

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threadbareturnbacks · 11 months

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Shout-out to girlies who over share on Instagram fr. I worked with this girl for 3 months and I know the most intimate details of her medical situation (she live reeled her ovarian surgery. wild), her romantic life, her garden, her pets, her mortgage. Another girl I worked with for about 8 months is planning her wedding and when I tell you I am looking forward to the big day. Thank you emily for sharing light pink and hot pink was a bold choice for a color story but I'm sure Tampa's hottest banquet hall will do it justice. I met this other chick camping once and I know every meal she ate on her honeymoon. My partner's coworkers wife overshares her emotional trauma and 'things she learned in therapy' daily. 10/10 absolutely no notes yes girl breakdown the barrier bw the personal and public

#i dont understand what motivates these people #but i appreciate the low level entertainment #i wonder if they know barely acquaintances are watching their lives with lowkey fascination

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devilfic · 7 months

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Do you still make Batman x reader? If yes, could I request a "reader figures out Bruce Wayne is Batman"?

Thank you!

❝honeymoon❞

parts: next plot: 'til death do you part. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: arranged marriage, friends to enemies to (fake) lovers, implied history between reader and bruce. words: 760.

a/n: a little something quick that I thought of!

Recognizing that you had agreed to this, you had been prepared to accept anything. An affair, a drug addiction, secret ties to the mafia overlords like high society always suspected. That was your job as Bruce's spouse: contractually obligated to be okay with it and never let anyone find out about it. Whatever it was.

Even now, as your brain short circuits and the floor feels like you're about to sink right into it, you're looking for ways to be okay with this, and he's looking at you like he wants to kill you.

It's a fleeting look. One second there, the next vanished. Neither of you say anything but there is a world of things being felt, you're certain. One of you has to budge. "This... isn’t what I was expecting."

But Bruce doesn't laugh (and you'd never expect him to, not in your presence). He stands there, heaving slow breaths to calm himself down, the cowl still conspicuously trembling between both of his hands. He could've tossed it or let it go but it's almost like you've frozen him solid.

"Where did you get that?" Is all he demands, eyes trained on the key glimmering in your hand now. "The doormen have orders to-"

"To not let me in? I know. I had the key made myself. Your doormen are easy to persuade with the right amount of money."

Bruce's lip twitches and he scoffs. "I won't tell anyone," you assure him, about 75% convinced of it yourself, "It does me no good to have extra eyes on me, and I'm sure you've got contingency plans in place were I or anyone else to expose you. You were always very good about that. Plans."

"Of course you won't. Your mother wouldn't approve of the disruption in cash flow."

Your eyes narrow. "I am not interested in what my mother wants."

"Why not? She's a part of this marriage, too. Isn't she?"

"Can we talk about the suit?" Bruce stiffens when you bring back attention to the compromised position you'd found him in. "I have questions, and I suppose if you want me to be good at lying about your... hobby, you'll have to prep me."

"I think the less you know, the better. Personally."

"The 'my husband's just busy with work' spiel is getting old, and people are already starting to talk about us living apart. Now, when I agreed to marry you," you watch him flinch as you take a step forward, "I promised that I would be with you in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, 'til death do us part. Your business is my business. Your secret," within arm's length of his cowl, you wrench it from his grasp and he relents rather easily, "is my secret. I will take it with me to the grave so long as you keep up your end of the bargain."

Up close, you take in the black paint smeared over his eyes, a fitting backdrop for his stunning eyes so cool. The fire in the hearth flickers off of them, reflecting back at you as you stand but inches apart.

Just as you stole his cowl, Bruce steals your key. He holds it up in the palm of his glove, "You want to move in."

You hum, "It would help with appearances. And my mother would be pleased."

"I thought you weren't interested in what your mother wants."

"I'm not, but she's interested in you, and given tonight's revelation... I think you'd like someone keeping her nose out of your business."

You punctuate your point with a touch to his chest, palm laid flat over his heart and the several layers of iron-clad padding in front of it. His hair falls into his eyes as he looks down at it, then back at you. There's discomfort there but... something else. Resignation, you'd wager. Defeat. You almost sigh in relief when it dawns on you that you've—rather miraculously—won this battle going in completely blind.

Later, it will dawn on you (or plummet on you) just what you've witnessed tonight. Just what you've agreed to. Just who you've married.

Bruce peels your hand away, placing the key in your palm before releasing it like a burning stone. "There are guest rooms on the second floor." He pauses when you're not fast enough to school your expression, his mouth turning down into a scowl, "This changes nothing else." And he stalks away.

Nothing else. This changes nothing else, but if anyone were to ask, the honeymoon was going great.

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