mycosplay:tony

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One GIFset Per Episode → Tiger & Bunny [02/25]
↪ [02] A Good Beginning Makes A Good Ending

“I might have misheard you, but did you just call me ‘Bunny’?”
“Yeah, because you hop about and have long ears like a cute bunny rabbit.”
“My name’s not Bunny! It’s Barnaby!”
“‘My name’s not Bunny! It’s Barnaby!’”
“I didn’t say it like that!”
“‘I didn’t say it like that!’”

prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”

pairing: tony x reader

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff

prompt list: click here

a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x

SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN

It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.

She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.

It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.

But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.

Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.

She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.

“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.

“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”

“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.

She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.

F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.

So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.

The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.

It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.

She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.

Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.

When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.

“Who’s there?”

Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.

“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.

“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.

Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.

“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”

Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.

On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.

“Yeah, and are you?”

She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.

She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.

“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.

“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.

“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.

“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.

“Tony?”

The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.

“Yes, dear?”

She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.

“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.

The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.

Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.

He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.

“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.

“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.

“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”

And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.

She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.

They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.

He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.

But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.

The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.

“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.


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When Tony was lecturing Peter about taking out the tracker of the suit, he said it cost millions of dollars?!? LIKE- He made a multi million dollar suit for a kid he didn’t even know yet?!?! BECAUSE THAT’S THE KIND OF PERSON HE IS AND I WILL PROTECT HIM!

prompt: “wait a minute. are you jealous?” + “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice” + “just admit i’m right” + “say it” + “if you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” 

pairing: tony x reader, steve x reader [implied]

word count: 2.3k+

prompt list: click here

warnings: shameless flirting, teasing, build up to smut, jealous tony

a/n: this is inspired by a bucky fic that i read a few days ago and unfortunately forgot to bookmark so if anyone knows what fic it was, please link me to it so i can give credit to the author

“Hey, Tony. Are you down here?”

The sound of Y/N’s voice bounced off of the concrete walls of Tony’s lab as she descended the spiral staircase a few minutes past midnight. The lights in the lab were left switched on so Y/N assumed Tony had to be down there, somewhere. It wasn’t a surprise, really; Tony loved tinkering with his projects and inventions in the dead of night and even though most of the time the noise of drills and saws was annoying when everyone was trying to sleep, at times like these it was actually quite comforting.

“I’m in here!” Tony called back and Y/N followed the sound of his voice until she found him sitting behind his desk, seemingly inputting some data into four computers at once. The sight was quite amusing and Y/N found herself smiling upon hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y. urging him to slow down or maybe take a break.

“Try lecture me one more time and I swear, I’ll cut off your power supply,” Tony threatened and just like that, F.R.I.D.A.Y. decided it might be best not to say another word.

“Bickering with your own inventions? Wow, Tony. I think you might have hit rock bottom.”

The brunette chuckled at her comment and lifted his gaze as she walked around his desk and quietly slid onto it. She situated herself in front of one of the screens, her feet dangling above the tiled floor.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Tony asked out of plain curiosity and smiled when Y/N reached for his steaming mug of coffee and took a tiny sip.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she answered simply and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasant warmth of Tony’s coffee warming up her insides. It was pretty darn cold in his lab and all she was wearing was an oversized t-shirt and some fuzzy socks.

“Is there something on your mind? You never wander around the place at night,” Tony observed and Y/N chuckled quietly.

“I do, actually.” She took another sip and placed the mug in her lap. “I just never wander near your lab or bedroom. I’ve had trouble sleeping a lot the last few months.”

Tony tore his gaze away from the screen of his computer and looked at her with mild concern in his eyes. He knew how horrible it was to not be able to fall asleep, even when you were dead tired. The idea of Y/N struggling with the same sleeping problem as him didn’t in the least bit thrill him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she told him with a small smile, then decided to change the topic. “Do you happen to have a blanket lying around here somewhere? I’m gonna freeze to death.”

Tony shook his head but then quickly remembered the grey hoodie draped over the back of his chair. Y/N thanked him quietly when he handed it to her and began to struggle to push her arms through the sleeves.

“You know, I don’t think it’s wise to be parading around an air conditioned building in nothing but a shirt. Or hanging out in a basement. These places tend to be quite chilly.”

Tony laughed and Y/N did, too, pulling the hood up over her messy hair.

“It helps me sleep,” she admitted and Tony quirked an eyebrow.

“What does? Not having pants on?”

Y/N nudged him with her hand. “No, you idiot. It’s Steve’s shirt. Being surrounded by the scent of another person helps me fall asleep.”

Tony looked at her with his brows furrowed. He kind of understood what she meant; back when he was still dating Pepper, her presence in his bed made it just that tiny bit easier to fall asleep. But knowing this didn’t stop Tony from wondering why on earth it was Steve’s shirt she was wearing.

And Y/N, noticing his confusion, decided to elaborate.

“I didn’t steal it from his laundry pile, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she giggled. “Can you imagine the lecture he’d give me about righteousness and whatnot?”

Tony could, in fact, picture it; very clearly, actually. He could almost see Steve waving his hands in the air and talking to Y/N as if she were a child who had misbehaved.

“Then how exactly did you obtain this article of clothing?” Tony wondered aloud and Y/N glanced down at what she was wearing. It was a simple white t-shirt with the American flag printed on the front. It matched her red, blue and white striped socks.

“He gave it to me when I was staying in his room a few nights ago,” she shrugged casually, not really thinking much about her next words. “I’ve been staying in his room a lot lately. It makes it easier to drift off.”

Tony pretended not to look surprised. He diverted his gaze back to the screen of his computer and began to type, though his mind was preoccupied with thoughts entirely different.

“I thought I’d be able to sleep alone one more night until he gets back from this mission, but apparently my body isn’t willing to co-operate,” she added quietly, took one last sip of Tony’s coffee and set the mug down on the desk.

Tony glanced at her from the corner of his eye, willing his expression to remain as neutral as possible.

“So, are you and Steve, like…”

Y/N quickly caught on to what he meant.

“No, of course not. We’re just friends,” she explained with a chuckle. “He doesn’t mind me waking him up in the middle of the night or helping me fall asleep, so I’ve been staying in his room. Steve is… nice.”

Tony cocked his head to the side and looked at her in slight bewilderment.

“I’m nice, too,” he noted, then turned back to his work. “And yet you’ve never asked to sleep in my bed.”

Y/N smiled, not catching his bitterness at first. She shrugged her shoulders and circled the rim of the mug with her index finger.

“I’ve never asked to sleep in your bed because you hardly get any sleep as it is,” she observed, her voice quieter than before. “I’d hate to take away what little rest you get with my silly problems.”

Tony sent her a look that screamed, “are you serious right now?” but before she could say anything, Tony was already talking.

“Your problems aren’t silly,” he reassured her, and Y/N shrugged her shoulders again.

“Steve doesn’t think so, either. It’s why he’s been letting me sleep with him,” she explained and Tony could feel anger bubbling inside of him. He didn’t like that Y/N went to Steve with her problems; he wanted it to be him she talked to.

“And since he’s gone, you’ve decided to come to me instead?” Being her second choice didn’t make Tony all that happy.

“I thought I’d find you here so we could hang out.”

Tony looked towards his computer again. He picked up his mug of coffee.

“Why don’t you call Steve, then?” He asked, then pressed the mug to his lips and muttered, “I’m sure it would do you more good that sitting here with me.”

Y/N’s brows knitted together into a frown, then a smirk took over her features.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Tony pretended to look surprised at her assumption. He cocked his head back and expelled a forced chuckle.

Jealous?” He asked. “Why on earth would I be jealous?”

It was obvious Y/N wasn’t buying his reaction. Tony could never hide his true feelings and even though he hated it about himself, Y/N had grown to love it.

He turned in his chair to face the monitor at the opposite end of the desk. Incidentally, it gave him an excuse to turn away from Y/N so she couldn’t see him.

“I’m not jealous. Just curious about what’s going on between you and Cap. That’s all,” he mumbled a little too slow and Y/N had to bite back her grin.

She reached out, placed her hand on the back of Tony’s chair and turned it around so that he was facing her again.

Tony appeared desperate to look elsewhere but she was right there in front of him, blocking his view.

“Are you sure?” She raised a brow, her smirk remaining. She narrowed her eyes a little and Tony gulped audibly.

It was then Y/N decided to push back her hesitation and slid off of the surface of his desk. Tony watched as she stepped closer.

“Like, are you completely positive you’re not jealous? Because, I mean, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice and your eyes tell me something different.”

Tony was just about to speak, to protest, to tell her he had no idea what she was talking about, but he stopped himself when she threw her leg over his thighs and lowered herself onto his lap.

Tony gulped.

“What are you doing?” He asked, gazing up at her from beneath his lashes. The weight of her in his lap felt too satisfying for him not to feel weird about it.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” she responded innocently, but a playful grin had appeared across her lips. Tony could already see the mischief in her eyes. 

“Then why have you suddenly decided to sit in my lap? I don’t think you’ve done this before.”

Y/N chuckled and Tony almost whimpered when she took hold of his wrists and led his hands to her hips. Her own soon retreated and Tony wanted to punch himself for how much he was enjoying this. There was something terrifyingly pleasurable about it.

“All I want is for you to say it,” she told him, and Tony’s brows furrowed. With the feeling of her sitting in his lap, her weight resting right where he wanted it, Tony had almost forgotten what they were talking about. 

“You’re jealous because I’ve been sleeping in Steve’s bed,” she stated matter-of-factly, her fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. She wasn’t looking into his eyes but she glanced up then, a coy smirk across her lips. “Just admit I’m right.”

Tony sighed. “I’m not going to confess to anything in the absence of my lawyer.”

Y/N pouted and the sight was so adorable Tony wanted to drop onto the floor and repeat anything she’d ask him to say.

“But it’s more fun when it’s just the two of us. Don’t you think?” Tony could almost see the wheels turning in her head. He had no clue what she was thinking or where she was going with this. The only thing he was absolutely certain of was the fact that it wouldn’t be long before she noticed the growing tent in his jeans.

“What do you mean?”

And there it was; the realisation on her face.

Tony was just about to shift in his seat in what would surely be a failed attempt to cover up his arousal but Y/N had already noticed.

She had noticed and the smirk across her face let Tony know something weird was about to happen. And it did; because soon Y/N reached behind her, placing her hands on his thighs and then lifted herself up slightly, only to sink back onto him and begin to roll her hips against him.

Tony let out a shaky breath, his fingers beginning to dig into her hips. Her smirk remained and even when Tony closed his eyes, he could see it. It was right there, printed onto the back of his eyelids, haunting him. A pathetic groan escaped his lips.

He could feel her hands sliding up his chest and to his shoulders, using them for leverage. She expelled a breath that sounded a little too much like a whine and Tony could feel his erection straining against his boxers. Truth be told, he would’ve been able to get off on that sound alone, but it wasn’t just the sound that was making his head spin; it was the feeling of her rolling her hips against him, her hands on his shoulders, her heavy breaths and the sweet smell of her perfume.

“Say it,” she demanded, leaning into him so her chest was pressed flush to his. Tony forced her down harder onto him.

“No.”

“Say it, Tony. Say it or I’ll stop.”

He whined when she began to slow down. He needed more. But admitting he was jealous wasn’t something he was willing to do. 

“Please,” he whimpered instead, and a knowing smirk appeared across her face. She had him wrapped around her finger and she damn well knew it. “Please don’t stop.”

She moved her hips again and Tony expelled a breath of relief. He screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back, letting another pathetic groan escape him. He was helpless and somehow, he was loving it.

“Oh, Tony,” she giggled, knowing what effect she was having on him and using it to her advantage. He could hear the superiority in her tone, knowing she had the upper hand. There was something strangely erotic about it. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

He groaned again, but this time, instead of continuing her actions, Y/N’s movements ceased completely and she grinned in satisfaction as she slid off his lap. Tony whimpered at the loss in contact and opened his eyes, watching as she turned towards his desk.

She bent over rather theatrically, her perky behind right there for him to admire, and grabbed his mug of coffee from his desk.

Tony attempted to catch his breath.

“I’ll be in my room,” she told him casually, almost as if nothing had ever happened. She took a few steps towards the door and suddenly stopped, glancing at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. “You are welcome to join me.”


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