(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

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 They stay up late after promising you that they would be right to bed

Bucky Barnes
You're curled up in bed, half-asleep, when you hear the quiet clatter of Bucky's typing still echoing from the living room. He had promised—promised—he'd be right to bed, and now it's well past midnight. With a huff, you toss the covers off and pad out to find him, hunched over his laptop with his brow furrowed in concentration. "Bucky," you call softly, leaning against the doorway, "You said you'd be in bed hours ago." He glances up, startled, as if he hadn't even noticed the time. "I know, doll, I'm sorry," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just got caught up in this mission report." You walk over, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on top of his head. "That mission report can wait until tomorrow. You need sleep," you say gently, your fingers lightly tracing the edge of his metal arm. He sighs, his tension easing as he leans back into your embrace. "You're right," he concedes, closing the laptop with a click. He stands, turning to face you with that soft, weary smile he saves just for you. "C'mere," he whispers, pulling you into his arms, and the world melts away as he finally leads you back to bed, where he belongs.

Loki Laufeyson
Loki's idea of "just one more chapter" quickly turns into hours when he's buried in one of his ancient Asgardian tomes, sprawled on the couch with his legs hanging over the armrest. You've long since changed into your pajamas, fluffed the pillows, and turned out the lights in the bedroom, but he's still nowhere near coming to bed. "Loki," you call from the doorway, voice laced with mock annoyance. "You promised you'd be right behind me." He glances up, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I did, didn't I?" he says nonchalantly, though his eyes are full of mischief. "But you know how I get with a good story." Rolling your eyes, you march over to him, plucking the book from his hands. "Story's over, bedtime." He chuckles, the low, rich sound rumbling through his chest as he tugs you down onto the couch beside him, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I was just getting to the best part," he teases, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You try to maintain your resolve, but the warmth of his body against yours makes it difficult. "Fine," you relent with a sigh, snuggling into his side. "Five more minutes, but you're still not off the hook." Loki's lips brush against your hair, and his voice is a soothing whisper. "You drive such a hard bargain, love. But for you, I'll do anything."

Tony Stark:
You're practically falling asleep on the couch, wrapped up in one of Tony's ridiculously expensive blankets, while he's still tinkering away in his lab. He promised he'd be right to bed after finishing his latest project, but "finishing" for Tony often means hours of getting lost in the details. Finally, after what feels like forever, you drag yourself down to his lab, leaning against the doorway and watching him work. "Tony," you call softly, and he jumps slightly, pushing his goggles up onto his head and blinking at you as if he's just realized you're there. "You said you'd be up in ten minutes," you remind him, crossing your arms. He gives you a sheepish smile, rubbing his hands together. "I know, I know. I got caught up—just a few tweaks left, promise." You raise an eyebrow, knowing full well what that means. "Uh-huh. Come to bed, now." He grins, putting down his tools and walking over to you, arms open. "Alright, boss. You win. But you know, I'm not the only one who gets distracted easily." You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips as he pulls you into a hug, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Let's just say, I'd much rather be distracted by you anyway."

Peter Parker:
Peter had promised you he'd finish up patrol and be right to bed, but the blue glow of his phone still illuminates his face as he scrolls through updates from Ned about some new tech. You roll over in bed, squinting at the brightness from his phone. "Peter," you groan, your voice thick with sleep. "You said you'd be right in bed. It's late." He glances over, guilt immediately flashing across his face as he hurriedly puts his phone down. "I'm sorry! I just—I wanted to make sure I didn't miss anything important," he says, shuffling into the bed beside you. You roll your eyes playfully. "Ned's tech updates are never more important than sleep. Come on." Peter frowns, looking at you with those big, puppy-dog eyes. "I know, I know. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to keep you up," he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice. You smile, reaching out to ruffle his already messy hair. "Just get some sleep, okay? We can geek out tomorrow." He grins sheepishly and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzles into your neck. "Thanks for being so understanding," he murmurs, his voice already starting to soften with sleep.