(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

Preference||Multifandom

How they react to the silent treatment

Bucky Barnes:
Bucky glances at you, the silence between you palpable. "Doll, I know you're mad, but you gotta talk to me." You keep your eyes on your book, refusing to acknowledge him. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I can't fix it if I don't know what I did. Please, just tell me." You finally look up, your eyes meeting his, but still, you say nothing. The weight of your gaze makes him shift uncomfortably.

Loki Laufeyson:
Loki paces the room, his frustration evident as he tries to get a reaction from you. "This silent treatment is beneath you, my love. If you're trying to punish me, it's working." You continue to scroll through your phone, ignoring his dramatic flair. "Must you be so insufferable?" he finally snaps, and you shoot him a withering look. He softens immediately, stepping closer. "I apologize. I didn't mean to upset you. Please, talk to me." The sincerity in his eyes makes you waver, but you hold your ground, waiting for him to truly understand.

Tony Stark:
Tony hovers near the kitchen counter, glancing at you every few seconds. "You know, I'm not really good with this whole silent treatment thing. I prefer to talk it out," he says, trying to sound casual. You sip your coffee, not even sparing him a glance. "Seriously? Not even a peep?" He sighs, tapping his fingers against the counter. "Fine, I'll just stand here until you cave. But for the record, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry." His earnest tone breaks through your resolve just a bit, but you stay silent, letting him sweat it out.

Peter Parker:
Peter stood in front of you, his eyes wide with concern. "Please, just talk to me," he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. You continued to organize your desk, not sparing him a glance. "I didn't mean to upset you," he continued, his tone desperate. "I hate it when you're mad at me." He took a deep breath, stepping closer. "I'll do anything to make it up to you, I promise. Just... please don't shut me out."

Sirius Black:
Sirius Black lounged on the couch, attempting to break the tense silence with his usual charm. "Y/N, come on, you know I didn't mean it," he said, his voice light but tinged with desperation. You continued to ignore him, focusing on the book in your hands. "Really? The silent treatment?" he huffed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Fine, but you know you can't resist this face forever," he added with a smirk, though his eyes betrayed his worry.

Remus Lupin:
Remus sat at the kitchen table, his brow furrowed as he watched you silently clean up from dinner. "Y/N, please talk to me," he said gently, his voice laced with concern. You kept your back to him, the clinking of dishes the only sound in the room. Remus sighed and stood up, crossing the room to stand beside you. "I hate it when you're upset with me. Let's work this out, okay?" he murmured, reaching out to touch your arm gently.

Dean Winchester:
Dean paces around the bunker, casting worried glances in your direction. "Hey, come on, sweetheart. Talk to me," he pleads, his green eyes filled with frustration. You keep your gaze on the book in your hands, ignoring him. Dean sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I know I messed up, okay? But this silence thing? It's killing me." When you don't respond, he slumps into the chair across from you, his voice softening. "Please, just say something."

Sam Winchester:
Sam's usually calm demeanor begins to crack as you continue to ignore him, your eyes focused on the book in your lap. "Please, just tell me what's wrong," he says softly, his voice tinged with worry. He sits down beside you, his large frame taking up more space than usual. You can feel his eyes on you, searching for any sign of forgiveness. "I hate it when we're like this. I miss your voice," he admits, his hand hovering uncertainly before gently brushing your arm. You remain silent, your heart aching but determined to make your point.