Multi-Fandom Preferences and Imagines

Bruce

Imagine Bruce confessing that he loves you

You were up late, you couldn't sleep a wink, not once. You walked to the kitchen in the Avenger House and sat on the chair in the large modern kitchen. Pouring yourself a cup of water, you sit down on the chair as you rested your elbow on the table thinking about him.

"Can't sleep?" Jumping, your cup slams on to the table, then he stood there.

"Bruce! You freakin' scared me what the hell," you swallowed your breath, but not because you were scared, because he was standing there right next you. Your undeniable feelings for Bruce kept rising each time he was in your sight and he inevitably knew.

"Sorry," he smiled, please go away. I love you which I truly did but you must leave. "I can't sleep either, what's up with you?" I love you and you don't love me back.

"I don't know, insomnia," you joked. He smiled and then got himself some water and sat down next to you. Your' legs brushed slightly, sending a shiver of goosebumps through you, smiling you looked back at your cup, swirling the water.

"Yeah I have a lot on my mind," You looked back up at him as his eyes bored into yours orbs,

"Tell me."

"It's a girl," you tried to fight off all the negative emotions that were trying to explode, he hadn't given the slightest clue that he liked you. You thought that he probably just saw you as a sister or such, nodding you beckoned him to go on but stayed silent. "Yeah, she's just so beautiful and I feel like she won't like me back,"

"Well Bruce, don't knock it until you try it." You both giggled, it was your kind of thing, being such a fussy person he had always told you not to knock it till you try it.

"So you think I should go through with it?"

"Yes," you smiled, your propped your elbow up onto the table and rested your heel on your hand as you looked at him. The moonlight hitting his face just right as he smiled at you. You were happy as long as he was happy.

"Very well then," he whispered, his eyes focused onto your lips before flickering to your eyes. Smiling slightly, he leant in towards you. Your thoughts were flying, what was he doing? Is he practicing?

Is it me?

You couldn't help but lean in too, what felt like forever, your lips touched. His lips were soft as they touched yours, they melted into each other for a second as your eyes closed but then you pulled away. Smiling, happily, "so who's the lucky girl then?" You joked.

"You," he whispered, "it's always been you," then your lips smacked together once more. You both had a heated make out session which led to the bedroom. Deciding not to go all the way, you both lay there is his bed, your head lay on his chest as his hand stroked your soft hair. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "I love you (Y/N)..." pushing yourself up so you could face him you smiled.

"I've been loving you for a while too Bruce,"

"It happened when I first met you," he murmured, his lips slightly brushing against yours. You couldn't help but think how fat this night had escalated. "You smiled and I knew you were the one,"

You blushed before pecking him, "I'm so happy I met you," you whispered.

"I'm even happier," his arm slid over your waist as he soothingly rubbed it. "Honestly, I don't think I've had a day pass without thinking of you. I really love you."

"You said that," you smiled, nuzzling in his neck.

"Good, because I'll never stop."