(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

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They catch you smoking after saying you were going to quit

Bucky Barnes
You were leaning against the fire escape railing, trying to hide the cigarette between your fingers as you took a slow drag, savoring the small break. "You promised me, doll," came a voice behind you, and your heart skipped when you turned to find Bucky standing there, arms crossed and a pained look shadowing his features. His brows were knitted, his jaw clenched slightly, but his eyes held a gentle disappointment that made you feel worse than any lecture ever could. "I know, Bucky. I—I just needed something to calm my nerves," you replied, trying to flick the cigarette away, but he stepped closer and took it from your hand, crushing it under his boot. "You can talk to me if you're feeling stressed. I'm here for you," he said, his tone softening as he pulled you into his arms. The warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart under your cheek grounded you more than any cigarette could. "I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling the weight of the promise you'd broken. He sighed, running his fingers gently through your hair. "I'm not mad, just... I don't want to lose you to something that'll hurt you. And it hurts seeing you hurt yourself like that." He pulled back to meet your eyes, his gaze intense yet full of care. "Promise me again, but this time—let me be the thing that calms you down. Whatever it is, you can come to me."

Loki Laufeyson
You hadn't even heard him walk in, and that was always a bad sign. "Tell me, darling," Loki's voice, smooth as ever but carrying a hint of mischief, drifted over your shoulder as you took a drag from the cigarette. "Is this what you mortals consider keeping your word?" You whirled around, startled, the cigarette nearly slipping from your hand as Loki raised a brow, arms crossed and his expression mildly amused. "Loki," you stammered, trying to think of an excuse, but he stepped closer, eyes glinting with that knowing smirk that made it clear he was toying with you. "You did tell me you would stop, but here you are, indulging in your little vice," he chided, his fingers gently taking the cigarette from you as he extinguished it with a snap of his fingers. You tried to defend yourself. "It's been a rough day, okay? I just needed something to take the edge off." Loki tilted his head, giving you an exaggerated look of sympathy. "Oh, poor thing," he cooed sarcastically, before his tone softened slightly. "Let me be the cure to your stress, darling. I can think of many ways to distract you that are far more pleasant than this." He pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you, and you felt your tension melt in his embrace. "Next time you need a break," he whispered, "come to me."

Tony Stark:
Tony walked into the room, freezing mid-step when he saw you with a cigarette in hand. "Seriously?" he exclaimed, eyebrow raised, hands on his hips. "I thought we had a deal, sweetheart—no more of that stuff." You tried to hide it behind your back, feeling a pang of guilt under his disapproving gaze. "I know, Tony. I just... I didn't think you'd catch me," you mumbled, sheepishly looking away. Tony scoffed, stepping closer. "Not the point. You shouldn't be doing it in the first place, whether I catch you or not," he said, plucking the cigarette from your hand and examining it with a distasteful look before putting it out in a nearby ashtray. "What's so bad that you're back to this?" he asked, his tone softer as he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. "Stress, Tony. Work's been insane, and—" you began, but he interrupted with a sigh, pulling you into his arms. "And you don't think I've got better solutions? I mean, who's the genius here?" he said with a grin, squeezing your shoulders. "From now on, you come to me. I'll have Friday play you some Zen music, make some tea, whatever you need," he murmured, rubbing your back soothingly. You gave a small nod, wrapping your arms around him. "Okay, okay. Thanks, Tony," you muttered, feeling the stress already begin to ebb away in his embrace. "Don't thank me yet," he teased. "We're having a long chat about this later."

Peter Parker:
Peter walked in on you with a gasp, eyes widening as he caught you holding a cigarette. "Y/N! You're smoking?" he asked, voice full of surprise and maybe a bit of hurt. He was immediately at your side, looking at the cigarette as if it were a live grenade. You stubbed it out, suddenly feeling defensive. "It's just... sometimes I need something to help me relax, Pete." His expression softened, though his brows were still drawn with worry. "But you said you'd quit. And smoking? That's... that's dangerous," he said earnestly, his hand resting on yours. "There are so many things you can do instead; I mean, I could take you for a swing around the city or—" You couldn't help but smile a bit at his sincerity, and he took your hand, tugging you into a hug. "Promise me you'll try not to, okay? I don't wanna lose you to something like that," he mumbled into your hair, squeezing you close. You sighed, hugging him back. "I'll try, Peter. Just... don't go all web-slinger on me every time, okay?" He chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his concerned gaze. "Deal, but I'll be keeping an eye on you," he teased, flashing his boyish smile before pulling you in for another hug.