(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

Preference||Multifandom

How they react to you being drunk

Bucky Barnes:
You stumble into your shared apartment with Bucky, giggling uncontrollably as you try to kick off your shoes. Bucky catches you before you fall, his strong arms steadying you as you lean into him, your head lolling onto his chest. "Bucky, why do you have to be so handsome all the time? It's distracting," you slur, your words tumbling out. He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Let's get you to bed, doll. You'll thank me in the morning," he says, guiding you toward the bedroom. You pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Only if you come with me," you murmur, blinking up at him with a teasing smile. Bucky shakes his head with a smirk, lifting you effortlessly. "How could I say no to that?"

Loki Laufeyson:
Loki watches with an amused smirk as you sway back and forth, trying to keep your balance. "You know, you're much prettier when there's two of you," you say, squinting at him with a lopsided grin. He raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your inebriated state. "Is that so, darling?" he purrs, stepping closer. You nod enthusiastically, nearly losing your footing. Loki catches you, his hands firm on your waist. "Perhaps it's time for bed," he suggests, his voice low and velvety. You shake your head stubbornly. "No, no, I'm not tired. I want to stay up with you," you insist, poking his chest. Loki chuckles, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Very well, but only if you promise not to fall asleep mid-conversation," he teases, guiding you to the couch.

Tony Stark:
You burst through the door, laughing at something that probably wasn't that funny, and Tony looks up from his work, eyebrow raised. "Well, someone had a good time," he remarks, watching you wobble over to him. You grin and plop down onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You know, Tony, you're the smartest, most brilliant man in the whole world," you declare, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. He chuckles, his hands resting on your hips. "Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart," he quips, kissing your forehead. "Let's get you some water before you pass out on me," he adds, attempting to stand, but you cling to him, pouting. "Nooo, I just want to stay here with you," you whine, burying your face in his neck. Tony sighs, a smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, alright. But you owe me one in the morning."

Peter Parker:
Peter opens the door to find you leaning against the frame, grinning like a fool. "Hey, Pete! Did you know you have the cutest smile ever?" you blurt out, stumbling forward. He quickly grabs your arm to steady you, his cheeks turning red. "Uh, thanks? Are you okay?" he asks, clearly concerned. You nod, wrapping your arms around him in a bear hug. "Never better! Just... a little tipsy," you giggle. Peter blushes but doesn't let go, his hands awkwardly patting your back. "Let's get you some water, yeah?" he suggests, trying to guide you inside. You shake your head, pulling him closer. "Nooo, I want to dance! Dance with me, Peter!" you insist, swaying to imaginary music. Peter chuckles nervously but indulges you, awkwardly swaying with you in the doorway. "Okay, but just for a minute," he says, unable to hide his smile.

Sirius Black:
You stumble into the cozy, dimly lit living room, giggling as Sirius tries to keep you upright. "You, my love," he grins, his gray eyes sparkling with mischief, "are absolutely sloshed." You wrap your arms around his neck, swaying slightly. "And you, Mr. Black," you murmur, "are devastatingly handsome." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he teases, leading you to the couch. As you flop down, you tug him beside you, insisting, "No, seriously, we should run away to Paris tonight!" He laughs louder this time, pulling you close. "Let's save Paris for when you're a little less... tipsy," he suggests, his voice warm with affection.

Remus Lupin:
You're giggling uncontrollably as you stumble into the kitchen, Remus following close behind, his eyes filled with that familiar mix of amusement and concern. "You know," you say, pointing a finger at him as you sway slightly, "you're too serious, Moony. Let's dance!" Remus catches your arm gently, steadying you before you topple over. "We can dance, love," he agrees with a soft smile, "but maybe we should sit down first?" You pout, but he's already leading you to a chair, his hand never leaving yours. "You're no fun," you declare dramatically, and he laughs, kissing your knuckles. "I'm just trying to keep you from breaking an ankle," he replies, brushing a strand of hair from your face with infinite care.