(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

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Your first fight

Bucky Barnes:
Your first fight with Bucky was over something trivial, like leaving the dishes unwashed. You were both tired, and the small annoyance quickly escalated. His intense blue eyes locked onto yours, frustration evident, but when he saw the hurt in your eyes, his anger dissipated. He stepped closer, his metal arm gently cupping your cheek as he sighed, "I'm sorry. I don't want to fight with you." The tension melted as you leaned into his touch, knowing you'd both work through it together.

Loki Laufeyson:
The argument with Loki began when he kept disappearing without telling you. His secretive nature clashed with your need for transparency. His green eyes flashed with irritation as he defended his actions, but you stood your ground. "I need to know I can trust you," you said firmly. He paused, his expression softening as he realized the depth of your concern. "I never meant to make you feel insecure," he murmured, taking your hand.

Tony Stark:
Tony's late nights in the lab had been driving a wedge between you two, and tonight, it boiled over. "You promised you'd be home for dinner," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. Tony ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely apologetic. "I know, and I'm sorry. Sometimes I get so caught up in my work..." He trailed off, stepping closer. "But you're more important. I'll make it up to you." His sincerity and the vulnerability in his eyes made it hard to stay mad, and you found yourself nodding, ready to move forward together.

Peter Parker:
With Peter, the fight started when he missed another date due to his Spider-Man duties. "I get that you have responsibilities, but I need you too," you said, frustration evident in your voice. Peter looked torn, guilt written all over his face. "I didn't mean to let you down," he said softly, his eyes pleading. "I love you, and I'm trying to balance everything." Seeing how much it hurt him to see you upset, your anger faded. You reached out, taking his hand. "We'll figure this out together."

Sirius Black:
Sirius was used to being the charming, easygoing one, but the first fight had shaken him. It had started when you found him flirting with someone at a party. "Why do you have to be so reckless, Sirius?" you shouted, trying to keep your voice steady. He scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. "It's just harmless fun, love. You're overreacting." The words stung more than you expected. "Harmless fun? Do you even care how it makes me feel?" The intensity in your voice caught him off guard, and he looked away, guilt creeping into his expression. "I didn't realize," he muttered. "I'm sorry." The apology was sincere, and you could see the remorse in his eyes. "Just...try to be more considerate, okay?" He nodded, stepping forward to pull you into a tight embrace.

Remus Lupin:
The argument with Remus had been brewing for days, the tension finally reaching its peak. "Why won't you let me in, Remus?" you demanded, your voice cracking with emotion. He looked tired, shadows under his eyes from too many sleepless nights. "It's not that simple," he replied quietly, avoiding your gaze. "I'm trying to protect you." The frustration bubbled over, and you threw your hands up in exasperation. "From what? Yourself? I can handle it, Remus. I want to handle it—with you." The vulnerability in your words made him falter, his resolve crumbling. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, pain etched in every word. You stepped closer, cupping his face gently. "We can face it together. Please, just let me in." He sighed, pulling you into a tender embrace, the unspoken promise of trust and love hanging in the air.

Steve Harrington:
Your first fight with Steve happened after a long day at work, when both of you were already on edge. A small disagreement about dinner spiraled into something much bigger. "Why do you always have to control everything?" you snapped, the words out before you could stop them. Steve's face fell, his frustration giving way to hurt. "I just wanted to make things easier for you," he said quietly. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken apologies. After a few minutes, Steve sighed and pulled you into his arms. "Let's not do this," he murmured. "I'm sorry." You nodded, burying your face in his chest, knowing you'd both try harder to communicate better.