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Author’s Note: So, this is a modern high school AU, like I did try to take some things from the comics but Tony grew up in like the 70’s-80’s I think, and this is just modern day. Tony and the reader are both like 16-17. Sorry Tony's out of character and sorry the plot's kind of all over the place, I tried. ;w;

You looked up in surprise as you heard the soft rustle of paper, blinking at the stack of papers currently resting on your desk and the grinning Tony Stark who was standing beside it.

You arched an eyebrow. “What’s this?” You were already grabbing for the papers, skimming through them carefully.

“Notes for the science final.” He said, shrugging nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just given you the greatest gift ever.

“Oh my god, Tony, thank you. You are a lifesaver. How on Earth did you know that I didn’t finish my notes?”

“You were way too stressed out in class yesterday, so I figured that you had a lot left to do. Not to mention that you stayed up super late on Monday night so I knew that yesterday you’d go home and pass out for a couple of hours.”

You wondered idly how Tony one) had noticed that and two) actually remembered it. Sure, you and Tony were close friends-well… actually, that was an understatement.

You had almost all your classes together, the only ones you had apart were your electives (Tony was in some high tech robotics class while you were taking photography), and through your shared hatred of other students and classwork you had formed a strong bond.

Even so, you still had trouble reading his emotions sometimes.

You knew that Tony’s relationship with his father was rocky (his father rarely expressed his emotions, especially ones that involved Tony), and you had figured out that he had sort of inherited that specific trait from his father. He always tried to hide what he was feeling, but occasionally he would slip, and that was how you first learned about his home life.

You were, however, getting better at reading his emotions. You spent a ridiculous amount of time together (you would either go over to his house mansion or he would come over to your house almost every weekend), and in the process, you had picked up a few things about him.

When he was sad or worried or just not feeling the best, he would talk. Constantly. There was nothing that could shut him up; he would just be talking continuously for hours about anything and everything. You thought that he did it so people wouldn’t worry about him being completely silent (like his mother or Edwin Jarvis, who was his butler but also his friend), but honestly you just got more worried when he talked constantly.

When Tony was happy, he wouldn’t stay silent, but he also wouldn’t talk an extreme amount. He would make the usual sarcastic and/or witty comment, or he could be content enough to sit and watch bad TV with you for a couple hours.

The only time Tony was really, really silent was when he was thinking (or sleeping) because he was simply too busy to bother talking.

You shook your head, still in disbelief that Tony had been kind enough to print out his notes for you. “Tony, you are the best.”

Tony shrugged. “I know.”

“Cocky bastard.” You said, rolling your eyes at him.

He smirked. “Love you too.”

“You’re a prick, but yeah, I do love you. Thanks again for the notes, I owe you one.”

“Actually,” Tony pointed out. “I think you owe me two. Remember when you made me pose for all those pictures?”

You groaned. “Oh c’mon, you like having your picture taken, you ham.”

“Regardless, it took my time and effort. Do you know how hard it is to look good? Well, actually, it’s not hard at all for me, but you get the point.”

“Fine. I have no idea of what, but I owe you two.”

“You’ll see.” Tony said with a grin before patting you on the head and going to his own seat. Luckily, you were in your health class so your teacher hadn’t really cared that you weren’t doing your work, but now you really did need to start it.

You put your science notes in your science folder and pulled out your health notebook, scribbling down the assignment name and starting the first question.

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Later that day, when you were working on your science final, all you could think of was how you would’ve absolutely failed it if it weren’t for Tony. You were honestly never more grateful to have Tony as a friend.

And even though you already owed him two of whatever he wanted, you decided that you were also going to make him cookies, because he totally deserved them.

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You hummed to yourself as you mixed the cookie dough, throwing in another handful of chocolate chips.

ACDC’s Big Balls started blaring from your phone (Tony had picked it out and demanded that you set it as his ringtone) and you dug it out from your pocket, checking the text while simultaneously licking the batter off the spoon.

Mhm, sweet, sweet salmonella.

From: The Greatest Person Ever
Hey, you doin’ anything right now?

You thought about it for a minute. You were baking cookies, but you were almost done and hanging out with Tony was always fun.

To: The Greatest Person Ever
Yeah, I’ll be done in like half an hour though. What’d you have in mind?

You hit send before tossing your phone on the counter. You put the mixing spoon in the sink and grabbed the ice cream scooper from a drawer, starting to put balls of cookie dough on the cookie tray.

You were just putting the tray in the oven when your phone rang again. You wiped your hands off on your apron (it had a bikini and a woman’s curvy body printed on it, courtesy of Tony when he learned that you liked to bake) before picking your phone back up.

From: The Greatest Person Ever
Something awesome (like always). I’ll be over in 30?

You texted back immediately.

To: The Greatest Person Ever
Sure, see you then ^-^

You put your phone back on the counter and set the timer on your microwave so that you would know when your cookies were done. You dashed upstairs and into your bathroom, shedding your flour covered clothes and hopping into the shower.

You had somehow managed to get baking ingredients practically all over your body, including your hair (something you were not pleased about, furiously rubbing the __h/c__ strands with shampoo until they were squeaky clean).

You were notorious for taking long showers, and it wasn’t until you heard the alarm on your microwave blaring that you remembered you had baked cookies. You hurriedly climbed out of the tower and wrapped a towel around your body, running down the stairs at an almost dangerous pace.

You threw open your oven, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw that your cookies were unharmed (maybe a little more cooked than you had been planning on, but for the most part, alright). You turned your oven off and grabbed your oven mitt, quickly extracting your sheet of cookies from the oven and placing them on the stove.

You heard a whistle pierce the air, turning and flushing in surprise when you saw Tony leaning against your doorway.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” You asked, pulling your towel up and making sure that everything was covered.

He shrugged. “I do, but where’s the fun in that? It’s much more enjoyable to surprise you.”

You rolled your eyes. “I hate you.” You made your way over to your stairs, turning to look at Tony before you started to climb. “I’m going to go put some clothes on, don’t touch my cookies.”

You had just made it to your bedroom when you heard Tony let out a loud grunt of pain, chuckling to yourself. You tried to warn him that they were too hot (you know, without actually telling him that they were too hot), but as always, he didn’t listen.

You dug around in your closet, trying to find something to wear. After a few minutes of debating between a Three Days Grace shirt and a Green Day tank top, you chose the tank top and paired it with a leather jacket, black, artistically ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of dark green high heels with spikes littering the stiletto.

You towel dried your hair and threw it into a messy bun before carefully applying your eyeliner and a coat of clear lip gloss. You walked down the stairs, raising an eyebrow at Tony when you saw the brightly wrapped box that he was holding.

“What’s that?” You asked, looking at it curiously.

“It’s your birthday present.” Tony said nonchalantly, handing you the box while a small grin crept up his face.

You blinked at in surprise.

“Tony,” You started seriously, not opening the box yet. “My birthday was last month.”

Tony’s face fell.

“What?”

“My birthday was last month.”

“No, I specifically remember you telling me that it was today.” Tony disagreed, frowning.

You couldn’t help it; you let a smile break through. “Fine, fine. You’re right. I just can’t believe that you remembered. No one ever remembers my birthday unless we’re related.” You said with a shrug.

“You’ve obviously never had a friend that’s as good as me. Now, open up!” Tony demanded excitedly.

You chuckled and did as he asked, tearing open the wrapping paper. You blinked in surprise when you pulled out the tissue paper and found a cute little plush of Jefferson from Once Upon A Time.

“How? I’ve literally searched high and low on the internet for one of these and I’ve never been able to find one; where did you find this? It’s perfect.” You said, hugging the adorable pillow to your chest.

Tony shrugged. “I found a person that makes all kinds of Once Upon A Time stuff, and since I knew that you loved the show and Jefferson, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“You are seriously the most awesome friend ever.” You said, looking down at the toy in disbelief before leaning over and pecking Tony’s cheek on impulse. “Thank you.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Tony blush the slightest bit, but you were quickly distracted from that ridiculous thought when Tony plucked the Jefferson plush out of your grasp and placed it back in the box. You looked at him with an expression that portrayed both your betrayal and extreme confusion in equal measure.

“Don’t look at me with your damn puppy dog eyes.” Tony grumbled. “I’m not taking it away permanently; I’m just putting it away because we have somewhere to go. Once you get home, you can do whatever creepy things you want with it, okay?”

You smacked his arm. “I’m not going to do anything creepy with it!”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“I hate you. With a fiery passion.”

Tony rolled his eyes at you. “I find that hard to believe when you told me a minute ago that I was the most awesome friend ever.”

“I hate you with a fiery passion some of the time.” You said, shrugging.

“Anyways, about that thing you owe me…” Tony started, looping his arm through yours and steering you towards your front door.

“Don’t I owe you two?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah, but I’m only cashing in on one of them right now. We’re going to the mall, and I’m going to buy you everything and anything that you want.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Tony spoke again before you could.

“And no arguments; you owe me, remember? I’m choosing to help you have an awesome birthday, whether you want me to or not.”

And with that the conversation was over.

You really couldn’t protest when Tony was being this nice, so you just went along with it and allowed Tony to lead you out of your house and to where his driver was waiting in one of his family’s many cars.

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Tony was true to his word, and he did buy you absolutely everything that you wanted. And even though you felt guilty that he was spending so much money on you (those dresses he had bought you from Hot Topic had been expensive, but they were ridiculously cute and they made your body, particularly your chest, look absolutely fantastic), you were also enjoying the attention.

Even your parents never really bothered to come shopping with you, they would give you some money and send you on your way, and your ‘friends’ had not once even remembered your birthday.

“Thanks, Tony.” You said, squeezing his hand while balancing your ice cream cone in one hand and half a dozen shopping bags on your arm (there were another dozen precariously balanced on Tony, the poor dear). “This has been the best birthday ever.”

Tony smiled at you before he paused in his tracks. He carefully set the bags on the ground and then lowered yours to the ground as well, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

He just shook his head, extracting your ice cream cone from your hand and tossing it in a nearby trashcan. You opened your mouth (what the hell, Tony, that was a delicious, sugary treat, wasted) but Tony held up his hand to silence you.

“You know how you owe me one?”

You looked at him suspiciously, but answered anyways. “Yes.”

“I’m cashing in on that now. Close your eyes.” Tony said firmly, and you grumbled to yourself as you shut your eyes. “And if you don’t like this, we’ll never speak about it again, alright?”

“Tony, wha-“ You started to ask, opening your eyes and blinking in surprise when you realized that Tony was leaning in and then his lips were pressed against yours and oh this was a lot better than you had thought it would be (and yes, you had thought about it; Tony was hot and smart and kind (sometimes) and you had developed feelings for him quite some time ago).

You grinned into the kiss, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling him closer until your bodies were flush against each other. Tony smiled into the kiss as well, one of his hands traveling down your body to rest on your waist, before slipping down to your ass and squeezing lightly.

You pulled away quickly, glaring at him.

“Nu-uh, none of that, Stark.”

“I, uh…” For once, Tony was at a loss for words.

“We are in a public place and there are children everywhere, none of that until we get back to my house, okay?” You said, and wow Tony had never been more relieved in his life. You smiled at him, tilting your head and pecking the corner of his mouth.

“And next time you want to kiss me,” You said teasingly, picking some of your bags up off the ground. “Just do it. It’ll save you a lot of money.”

Tony shook his head at you, scooping up the remaining bags and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re worth every penny, babe.”

End. <3

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Author’s Note: So, this is a modern high school AU, like I did try to take some things from the comics but Tony grew up in like the 70’s-80’s I think, and this is just modern day. Tony and the reader are both like 16-17. Sorry Tony's out of character and sorry the plot's kind of all over the place, I tried. ;w;

You looked up in surprise as you heard the soft rustle of paper, blinking at the stack of papers currently resting on your desk and the grinning Tony Stark who was standing beside it.

You arched an eyebrow. “What’s this?” You were already grabbing for the papers, skimming through them carefully.

“Notes for the science final.” He said, shrugging nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just given you the greatest gift ever.

“Oh my god, Tony, thank you. You are a lifesaver. How on Earth did you know that I didn’t finish my notes?”

“You were way too stressed out in class yesterday, so I figured that you had a lot left to do. Not to mention that you stayed up super late on Monday night so I knew that yesterday you’d go home and pass out for a couple of hours.”

You wondered idly how Tony one) had noticed that and two) actually remembered it. Sure, you and Tony were close friends-well… actually, that was an understatement.

You had almost all your classes together, the only ones you had apart were your electives (Tony was in some high tech robotics class while you were taking photography), and through your shared hatred of other students and classwork you had formed a strong bond.

Even so, you still had trouble reading his emotions sometimes.

You knew that Tony’s relationship with his father was rocky (his father rarely expressed his emotions, especially ones that involved Tony), and you had figured out that he had sort of inherited that specific trait from his father. He always tried to hide what he was feeling, but occasionally he would slip, and that was how you first learned about his home life.

You were, however, getting better at reading his emotions. You spent a ridiculous amount of time together (you would either go over to his house mansion or he would come over to your house almost every weekend), and in the process, you had picked up a few things about him.

When he was sad or worried or just not feeling the best, he would talk. Constantly. There was nothing that could shut him up; he would just be talking continuously for hours about anything and everything. You thought that he did it so people wouldn’t worry about him being completely silent (like his mother or Edwin Jarvis, who was his butler but also his friend), but honestly you just got more worried when he talked constantly.

When Tony was happy, he wouldn’t stay silent, but he also wouldn’t talk an extreme amount. He would make the usual sarcastic and/or witty comment, or he could be content enough to sit and watch bad TV with you for a couple hours.

The only time Tony was really, really silent was when he was thinking (or sleeping) because he was simply too busy to bother talking.

You shook your head, still in disbelief that Tony had been kind enough to print out his notes for you. “Tony, you are the best.”

Tony shrugged. “I know.”

“Cocky bastard.” You said, rolling your eyes at him.

He smirked. “Love you too.”

“You’re a prick, but yeah, I do love you. Thanks again for the notes, I owe you one.”

“Actually,” Tony pointed out. “I think you owe me two. Remember when you made me pose for all those pictures?”

You groaned. “Oh c’mon, you like having your picture taken, you ham.”

“Regardless, it took my time and effort. Do you know how hard it is to look good? Well, actually, it’s not hard at all for me, but you get the point.”

“Fine. I have no idea of what, but I owe you two.”

“You’ll see.” Tony said with a grin before patting you on the head and going to his own seat. Luckily, you were in your health class so your teacher hadn’t really cared that you weren’t doing your work, but now you really did need to start it.

You put your science notes in your science folder and pulled out your health notebook, scribbling down the assignment name and starting the first question.

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Later that day, when you were working on your science final, all you could think of was how you would’ve absolutely failed it if it weren’t for Tony. You were honestly never more grateful to have Tony as a friend.

And even though you already owed him two of whatever he wanted, you decided that you were also going to make him cookies, because he totally deserved them.

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You hummed to yourself as you mixed the cookie dough, throwing in another handful of chocolate chips.

ACDC’s Big Balls started blaring from your phone (Tony had picked it out and demanded that you set it as his ringtone) and you dug it out from your pocket, checking the text while simultaneously licking the batter off the spoon.

Mhm, sweet, sweet salmonella.

From: The Greatest Person Ever
Hey, you doin’ anything right now?

You thought about it for a minute. You were baking cookies, but you were almost done and hanging out with Tony was always fun.

To: The Greatest Person Ever
Yeah, I’ll be done in like half an hour though. What’d you have in mind?

You hit send before tossing your phone on the counter. You put the mixing spoon in the sink and grabbed the ice cream scooper from a drawer, starting to put balls of cookie dough on the cookie tray.

You were just putting the tray in the oven when your phone rang again. You wiped your hands off on your apron (it had a bikini and a woman’s curvy body printed on it, courtesy of Tony when he learned that you liked to bake) before picking your phone back up.

From: The Greatest Person Ever
Something awesome (like always). I’ll be over in 30?

You texted back immediately.

To: The Greatest Person Ever
Sure, see you then ^-^

You put your phone back on the counter and set the timer on your microwave so that you would know when your cookies were done. You dashed upstairs and into your bathroom, shedding your flour covered clothes and hopping into the shower.

You had somehow managed to get baking ingredients practically all over your body, including your hair (something you were not pleased about, furiously rubbing the __h/c__ strands with shampoo until they were squeaky clean).

You were notorious for taking long showers, and it wasn’t until you heard the alarm on your microwave blaring that you remembered you had baked cookies. You hurriedly climbed out of the tower and wrapped a towel around your body, running down the stairs at an almost dangerous pace.

You threw open your oven, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw that your cookies were unharmed (maybe a little more cooked than you had been planning on, but for the most part, alright). You turned your oven off and grabbed your oven mitt, quickly extracting your sheet of cookies from the oven and placing them on the stove.

You heard a whistle pierce the air, turning and flushing in surprise when you saw Tony leaning against your doorway.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” You asked, pulling your towel up and making sure that everything was covered.

He shrugged. “I do, but where’s the fun in that? It’s much more enjoyable to surprise you.”

You rolled your eyes. “I hate you.” You made your way over to your stairs, turning to look at Tony before you started to climb. “I’m going to go put some clothes on, don’t touch my cookies.”

You had just made it to your bedroom when you heard Tony let out a loud grunt of pain, chuckling to yourself. You tried to warn him that they were too hot (you know, without actually telling him that they were too hot), but as always, he didn’t listen.

You dug around in your closet, trying to find something to wear. After a few minutes of debating between a Three Days Grace shirt and a Green Day tank top, you chose the tank top and paired it with a leather jacket, black, artistically ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of dark green high heels with spikes littering the stiletto.

You towel dried your hair and threw it into a messy bun before carefully applying your eyeliner and a coat of clear lip gloss. You walked down the stairs, raising an eyebrow at Tony when you saw the brightly wrapped box that he was holding.

“What’s that?” You asked, looking at it curiously.

“It’s your birthday present.” Tony said nonchalantly, handing you the box while a small grin crept up his face.

You blinked at in surprise.

“Tony,” You started seriously, not opening the box yet. “My birthday was last month.”

Tony’s face fell.

“What?”

“My birthday was last month.”

“No, I specifically remember you telling me that it was today.” Tony disagreed, frowning.

You couldn’t help it; you let a smile break through. “Fine, fine. You’re right. I just can’t believe that you remembered. No one ever remembers my birthday unless we’re related.” You said with a shrug.

“You’ve obviously never had a friend that’s as good as me. Now, open up!” Tony demanded excitedly.

You chuckled and did as he asked, tearing open the wrapping paper. You blinked in surprise when you pulled out the tissue paper and found a cute little plush of Jefferson from Once Upon A Time.

“How? I’ve literally searched high and low on the internet for one of these and I’ve never been able to find one; where did you find this? It’s perfect.” You said, hugging the adorable pillow to your chest.

Tony shrugged. “I found a person that makes all kinds of Once Upon A Time stuff, and since I knew that you loved the show and Jefferson, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“You are seriously the most awesome friend ever.” You said, looking down at the toy in disbelief before leaning over and pecking Tony’s cheek on impulse. “Thank you.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Tony blush the slightest bit, but you were quickly distracted from that ridiculous thought when Tony plucked the Jefferson plush out of your grasp and placed it back in the box. You looked at him with an expression that portrayed both your betrayal and extreme confusion in equal measure.

“Don’t look at me with your damn puppy dog eyes.” Tony grumbled. “I’m not taking it away permanently; I’m just putting it away because we have somewhere to go. Once you get home, you can do whatever creepy things you want with it, okay?”

You smacked his arm. “I’m not going to do anything creepy with it!”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“I hate you. With a fiery passion.”

Tony rolled his eyes at you. “I find that hard to believe when you told me a minute ago that I was the most awesome friend ever.”

“I hate you with a fiery passion some of the time.” You said, shrugging.

“Anyways, about that thing you owe me…” Tony started, looping his arm through yours and steering you towards your front door.

“Don’t I owe you two?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah, but I’m only cashing in on one of them right now. We’re going to the mall, and I’m going to buy you everything and anything that you want.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Tony spoke again before you could.

“And no arguments; you owe me, remember? I’m choosing to help you have an awesome birthday, whether you want me to or not.”

And with that the conversation was over.

You really couldn’t protest when Tony was being this nice, so you just went along with it and allowed Tony to lead you out of your house and to where his driver was waiting in one of his family’s many cars.

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Tony was true to his word, and he did buy you absolutely everything that you wanted. And even though you felt guilty that he was spending so much money on you (those dresses he had bought you from Hot Topic had been expensive, but they were ridiculously cute and they made your body, particularly your chest, look absolutely fantastic), you were also enjoying the attention.

Even your parents never really bothered to come shopping with you, they would give you some money and send you on your way, and your ‘friends’ had not once even remembered your birthday.

“Thanks, Tony.” You said, squeezing his hand while balancing your ice cream cone in one hand and half a dozen shopping bags on your arm (there were another dozen precariously balanced on Tony, the poor dear). “This has been the best birthday ever.”

Tony smiled at you before he paused in his tracks. He carefully set the bags on the ground and then lowered yours to the ground as well, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

He just shook his head, extracting your ice cream cone from your hand and tossing it in a nearby trashcan. You opened your mouth (what the hell, Tony, that was a delicious, sugary treat, wasted) but Tony held up his hand to silence you.

“You know how you owe me one?”

You looked at him suspiciously, but answered anyways. “Yes.”

“I’m cashing in on that now. Close your eyes.” Tony said firmly, and you grumbled to yourself as you shut your eyes. “And if you don’t like this, we’ll never speak about it again, alright?”

“Tony, wha-“ You started to ask, opening your eyes and blinking in surprise when you realized that Tony was leaning in and then his lips were pressed against yours and oh this was a lot better than you had thought it would be (and yes, you had thought about it; Tony was hot and smart and kind (sometimes) and you had developed feelings for him quite some time ago).

You grinned into the kiss, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling him closer until your bodies were flush against each other. Tony smiled into the kiss as well, one of his hands traveling down your body to rest on your waist, before slipping down to your ass and squeezing lightly.

You pulled away quickly, glaring at him.

“Nu-uh, none of that, Stark.”

“I, uh…” For once, Tony was at a loss for words.

“We are in a public place and there are children everywhere, none of that until we get back to my house, okay?” You said, and wow Tony had never been more relieved in his life. You smiled at him, tilting your head and pecking the corner of his mouth.

“And next time you want to kiss me,” You said teasingly, picking some of your bags up off the ground. “Just do it. It’ll save you a lot of money.”

Tony shook his head at you, scooping up the remaining bags and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re worth every penny, babe.”

End. <3