(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

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How they act when they're drunk

Bucky Barnes:
Bucky Barnes stumbles into your apartment, his cheeks flushed with alcohol and a grin plastered on his face. "Y/N, did you know," he slurs, wrapping his arms around you clumsily, "that you have the prettiest smile in the whole world?" You laugh, trying to steady him as he nearly topples over. "Bucky, you're drunk," you say, but he just shakes his head. "No, no, I'm serious. You're amazing, and I don't tell you enough." He leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Loki Laufeyson:
Loki lounges on your couch, a glass of Asgardian wine in his hand, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a rare, tipsy smile. "Y/N, did I ever tell you how much I adore you?" he murmurs, his voice silky even in his inebriation. You sit beside him, amused. "You're quite drunk, Loki." He chuckles, leaning closer, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Drunk or not, it doesn't change the fact that you're the most fascinating mortal I've ever met. I think I might just keep you forever."

Tony Stark:
Tony's charismatic grin is even more pronounced as he leans against the bar, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. "You know, I could build you anything," he declares, his speech slightly slurred. "A suit of armor, a whole new world... anything." You laugh, shaking your head. "How about you just be here with me, Tony?" He blinks, processing your words, before nodding fervently. "Deal," he says, setting the glass down and wrapping his arms around you. "You're my favorite project, anyway."

Peter Parker:
Peter stumbles through the door, his cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "I think... I might have had too much," he admits, scratching the back of his neck. You guide him to the couch, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I can see that," you reply, helping him sit down. He looks at you with wide, earnest eyes. "But I meant what I said, you know. You're amazing. Like, superhero amazing." You smile, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "And you're my favorite hero, Peter," you whisper, feeling his arms wrap around you in a gentle hug.

Sirius Black:
Sirius swaggered into the room, his usual charm magnified by the firewhisky coursing through his veins. "Y/N, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around you with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Sirius, you're drunk," you said, laughing as you tried to keep him from toppling over. He grinned, his grey eyes sparkling mischievously. "Drunk in love with you," he whispered, nuzzling your neck. "Let's run away together, right now," he suggested, half-serious, half-playful. "Maybe we should get you some water first," you replied, amused.

Remus Lupin:
Remus was a rare sight to see drunk, but tonight was an exception. He sat slumped over a table in the dimly lit pub, a soft, tipsy smile playing on his lips. "Y/N, did you know... you're like... the moon to my werewolf?" he murmured, his usually controlled demeanor now relaxed and affectionate. You sat down beside him, taking his hand in yours. "That's sweet, Remus. But I think you need some fresh air," you said gently. He nodded, his gaze softening even more as he looked at you. "Only if you come with me," he agreed, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

Steve Harrington:
Steve swayed on his feet, his grip on the edge of the counter the only thing keeping him upright. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and intoxication as he leaned closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. "You know," he slurred, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, "I've always thought you were the coolest person in this whole town." He hiccuped, laughing at his own unsteady speech. "And, like, not just because you put up with all my nonsense." He reached out, his hand finding yours with surprising tenderness. "I think... I think I might be falling for you, and it's not just the booze talking. Well, maybe a little bit." He chuckled, pulling you into a clumsy but heartfelt embrace.