His Number One Rule
Tony Stark x Reader
Prompt: “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us” AU
[Prompt credit goes to @dailyau & @barbelzoa]
*Not my Gif*
The first thing you smelled that morning was cinnamon. You tried to open your eyes, but wherever you were, it was bright. You immediately squeezed your eyes shut again and relied on your other senses. You were laying down that much was obvious. One hand was tucked under your head with something silky between them; probably a pillow. Your other hand brushed over something soft. Definitely a blanket. Using your skills of deduction, you were crashing on someone’s couch. The real question was whose? You tried to think back to the previous night.
You remembered getting drunk the night before. Really drunk. You single handedly crushed Thor’s team in a round of flip cup. A team which included Clint, Natasha and Sam Wilson, mind you. After that you and Tony had insisted on several rounds of Never Have I Ever. During which the two of you became extremely intoxicated. You were vaguely aware that the other Avengers had started going home or retiring to their rooms around three in the morning. Everything else was completely void from your memory banks.
The scent of cinnamon was still wafting towards your nose so you decided to try opening your eyes again. Using the hand that wasn’t tucked under your head you shielded your eyes, hoping it would help them adjust to the light. It seemed to work. Light wasn’t pouring into your retinas at such an alarming rate anymore. You looked around assessing your surroundings. Apparently you hadn’t made it very far. You were looking around the living room of Tony Stark’s stylish pad.
Oh no! You thought to yourself. Tony Stark had two rules at his parties, always. No one was allowed to stay the night and there were no other rules. The luminescence of your surroundings made it clear the current time was well past night. The sun was shining high over the city, its rays stretching right across Tony’s gigantic windows. He had twice as much to drink last night as I did. You assured yourself. Maybe he was still asleep. Maybe you could sneak out before he even noticed you were there.