Ahhh anon you picked a good one I loved writing this!
Prompt - ‘Should auld acquaintance be forgot, I’ll love you til the day I die, should auld acquaintance be forgot, will you kiss me in the morning light?’ - this comes from the song ‘This Love Won’t Break Your Heart’ by Annalise Emerick and I highly recommend listening to it cos it’s lovely!
“Tones - Tony! Wait up!”
Tony stumbles on, blinking wetly into the snow falling into his face. The frosty wind snags at his open jacket and manages to whip inside, knocking him off course. He flounders for a moment, the drinks he had at the party making him so very wobbly on his legs, and only manages to stay upright due to Rhodey’s hands grabbing him by the elbows.
“Get off,” Tony grumbles, shaking himself free and staggering off again, tugging his jacket back around himself.
It’s late, the strike of midnight rapidly approaching. The sky is a strange mixture of hazy red and inky black, blurred by the snowflakes swirling in the wind. The snow has been coming down for hours, covering the ground in a layer so thick that the wetness from it is seeping into Tony’s jeans.
It’s not a far walk from here to the apartment, but being drunk and nearly crying makes for a hard journey, even more so with Rhodey now dogging his steps, the scent of smoke and alcohol from the party drifting off him and mixing with the crisp scent of ice.
Tony’s mad. So, so mad. More than mad really, especially because going to the party had been his idea.
“C’mon, honeybear,” he’d pleaded, draping himself over Rhodey as he ate breakfast at the small kitchen table. “It’s Christmas, let’s have some fun!”
“We already had Christmas,” Rhodey grumbled. “Remember? Cheeseburgers for dinner? You giving me a new hoodie and then stealing it for yourself an hour later?”
From Rhodey’s lap, Tony had grinned up at him widely. He hadn’t said as much, but it had been one of the best Christmases he’s ever had. When Tony had quietly mumbled that he wasn’t going home this year, a result of a recent fight with Howard, Rhodey had decided to stay too, claiming that this was the year that his Great Aunt Mildred was visiting and he couldn’t stand the woman, so really, Tony was doing him a favour by giving him an excuse not to go home.
“I’m telling you, man,” Rhodey chuckled that night as they chowed down, a couple of empty beer bottles already lining the table, “she’s awful. She sits plucking her moustache at the dinner table and wears these-these-I don’t even know what you’d call it but it’s ugly as hell.”
Tony had laughed until he cried, a vibrant kind of warmth filling him up with all the strength of a summer heatwave, and then they’d exchanged gifts over glasses of eggnog - a new hoodie for Rhodey and a softer than soft blanket for Tony, along with a cuddly pink platypus - and Tony had become resolute in his plans.
This year would be the year that he told Rhodey how he felt, the year that he finally did something that would turn their friendship into something more, something golden and fierce in the way that only love could do.
So yes, he had a plan.
New Years Eve. The midnight countdown. Classic, cliche and totally perfect.
Except it wasn’t. It was a complete disaster.