Rdj/Tony Stark x Reader

Only the Cards Can Tell ( Tony x Reader )

Prompt: You waiting for your date to pick you up, you and Tony hang out. He just happens to be your roommate, not to mention your best friend who is in love with you.

The cards flip through your fingers; 8 of hearts, Jack of clubs, 2 of diamonds. You’ve been shuffling your deck of cards for a half hour in your red backless dress, waiting. The cards help keep you busy, keep your mind from coming up with terrible explanations as to why he isn’t here.

             Preoccupied one way or another, you haven’t noticed Tony standing in the door way to the kitchen. Watching you he has gradually felt his blood start to boil. You two have been best friends for decades, and seeing you being stood up breaks his heart. Of course that’s not the only reason it bothers him, for the past few years he has fallen helplessly in love with you. Not that he would tell you, always believing that you deserve more.

“Well look at you,” Tony finally speaks, wanting to make you feel better. “Dude’s missing out.”

“Thanks, Tony.” The smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes causing Tony’s to faulter slightly.

             He takes a seat angled to yours and lightly caresses your warm hands as he takes the cards into his own. Dividing the cards in half he hands you one stack of the deck. Pulling one card off the top of his pile, he flips it over and slams it against the table. The sound echoes in the kitchen, a familiar sound from years of playing War in here.

“Tony,” you say warily.

“Please?” He slightly begs, and Tony isn’t one to beg.

             Nodding your head, you follow suit and pound your card against the table. A jagged sting rings on your hand but a small smile curls Tony’s lips watching you do this for him. Winning that round he collects his pile and you both slap the next cards down together.

             This goes on for a while. The echoes grows louder as you both slap the cards down harder each time, and as does your laughter. One of Tony’s favorite things about you is your laugh. It’s like nothing he’s ever seen. You’re whole body moves as if you’re too full of happiness and the pure sound of laughter isn’t enough for you. Along with your chest, your shoulders shake moving your head as do your legs. It makes it impossible for him keep a straight face and quickly joins in on your laughter.

             The laughter slowly dies out and Tony find himself studying you. His eyes trace over the outline of your hair that you curled for the occasion. At the end of your locks his eyes find your exposed collarbone. Normally you have an old coin on a chain wrapped around your neck, but tonight you decided to leave it off.

Taking in the rest of your appearance Tony is awestruck at your beauty. It’s not often that you dress up like this, you’re normal go to outfit consists of a hoodie and jeans or leggings. As Tony marvels at the beauty in front of him, he finds himself longing for the other (Y/N). The version of you that will walk around the loft in a pair of his sweats, no makeup, and hair in a high ponytail.

“You want to have a movie night?” Tony suggest knowing that you are inching for comfortable clothes.

             It’s not that you don’t like dressing up every once in a while, you do but leggings and t-shirts or hoodies are who you are. You find it easy to dress leggings up and down so they occupy the majority of your closet space.