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Bruce x Reader Undefined
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“Bruce~” (Name) sang quietly into the bedroom as she entered. He hummed softly in response, still staring out the window from his, as she liked to call it, “Thinking Chair”. He claimed that sitting in it and looking at the world beyond the window helped him think and figure things out. She knew better, though.
Whenever he sat in that chair, all that really happened was make his thoughts even more muddled and ugly than before.
“Hey, sweetheart. What are you thinking about?” She asked softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss into his hair.
“I’m just...thinking about me. What...what defines me as a person.” He mumbled, still and unmoving as he gazed outside. (Name) sighed, trying to come up with a solution for the “Definition” mood. He had been getting into this mood a lot more often than she would have liked.
“Well, you know, I could tell you what defines you to me, but I think I have a bett
Bruce Banner x ReaderOne Shot
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Reader x Bruce Banner
"(Y/n), your starving yourself." You heard Bruce's overly concerned voice say.
"I'm fine. This needs to get done." You mumbled out, waving away the food away. Bruce pressed his hand against your rib cage gently.
"I can feel your ribs through your shirt, (y/n)." He said.
"Go asked Tony." You mumbled, not fully comprehending what he said. You felt his hand on your back.
"You haven't slept in days, (y/n)!" You looked at him.
"I would be lying if I said that the future of the human race did not depend on this getting done." You turned back to your computer screen.
"The deadline is weeks away, and you can take a break." He said, and you stood, stretched, then sat back down.
"There, I took a break." You said.
"I'm just going to eat all of this chicken and rice on my own." Said Bruce.
"If I eat something will you stop interrupting me?" You asked, and Bruce nodded. You shoved a forkful of rice in your mout