#He’s brought so much joy to my life that I must keep private irl too

[clownsuu]

Small detour of what I usually post, but I absolutely wish (other) clown the best of luck during these confusing and almost hopeless times- nobody knows how to deal with such amount of attention in such short amount of time- a blessing and a curse to behold

[ptersparkers]

was i your first kiss?

summary: as fate would have it, you meet tony stark yet again. only, you don’t know hes tony stark.

a/n: this was so cheesy but i LOVE it (and i livefor it) and i wouldn’t be bold enough to hang out with someone/kiss someone i haven’t known for very long...but let’s pretend this stuff happens irl.

warnings: fluff, maybe some swearing (??). sequel to mall date!

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One week since the mall incident and you hadn’t thought much about Tony. The encounter was unusual, sure, but you hadn’t really thought you’d ever see him again. The impromptu mall date was perfect how it ended.

Your stepmother hadn’t quite brought up the incident as Tony bade you a quick goodbye before she could string a sentence together. Your birthday was coming up in a few days and you were genuinely surprised that your father had convinced Alexandra to surprise you with a birthday party. You knew that in her hands, she’d throw you the party you didn’t want which is why your friends threw you a small, private party the night before.

“Don’t forget, the Starks are going to be there so be on your very best behavior,” Alexandra said when you passed through the kitchen.

“The who?”

“The Starks, Y/N,” Alexandra snapped. “They’re a very important family and I need you to be on your best behavior.” You rolled your eyes and snatched an apple from the fruit bowl.

“Sure, whatever.”

The entirety of your “birthday party” was an excuse for her to network. You weren’t surprised that she knew prominent families but you were surprised knowing that all these people accepted a birthday invitation for someone they didn’t know.

You hadn’t stepped out of your room until you were called by Ally from downstairs to “hurry your ass up or we’ve leaving you behind,” as she put it. For the millionth time that day, you rolled your eyes before you stepped into the limo Alexandra had rented for the evening. The backless gold slip dress you wore pressed against the leather of the seat and your golden train pooled around your heels.

You took a look in the small mirror up front and grinned at your red lips, admiring your handiwork for a mere moment because you knew no one else would.

The building was grand with two pillars in the front that decorated the doorway. There were already guests bustling inside who cheered for you —your stepmother— when you entered. You pretended to keep a smile before everyone said hello to Alexandra, leaving you the perfect opportunity to raid the dessert bar.

“I see you’re still a sucker for food,” you heard a familiar voice say from beside you.

You turned around to see Tony in a pristine grey suit wearing that smirk you could recognize from a mile away. Hair hair was tousled with a lick of gel and you could practically smell the aftershave on him.

“Tony? What are you doing here?” you asked as you popped a small piece of chocolate truffle in your mouth.

“Alexandra Smith invited my family to a gathering,” he said, piling desserts into a small plate.

“Well, you must be part of a pretty important family because I don’t know anyone here,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I’m, ah, a Stark.”

You turned to him and deadpanned.

“A Stark?” Tony nodded. You laughed in disbelief. “Of course you are.”

“What does that mean?”

You shook your head. “My stepmother warned me to be on my best behavior because your family’s around. Looks like I’m gonna rebel.” Tony laughed and bumped your hip with his.

“Sounds like a perfect plan to me. I, um, I don’t want you to think differently of me from that guy you met in the mall,” he said nervously. “I had a really good time.”

“Don’t worry, Tony. I couldn’t care less about your money.”

“Y/N, I don’t think you understand how many times I hear that,” he said cautiously. You looked at him and put down the plate you were holding and grabbed his face with your hands, positioning him to look at you.

“You, Tony Stark, are nothing but that incredibly funny guy I met in a department store. And an idiot, of course.”

Tony smiled. “That’s a relief. You’re the only girl in here who isn’t fawning over me.“ He paused. “And I don’t mean that like you think I mean it.”

You chuckled. “I know, Tony. Anyway, care to pig out on dessert until we can’t eat any more?”

“Oh, baby, you read my mind.”

“So what brings you here anyway? I’m sure you would’ve found a reason to ditch your parents,” you asked, sitting down.

“I couldn’t. We had a deal that they’d let me drive my father’s red Ferrari if I went to this celebration. I’m not regretting that,” he said.

“I’m honored you think so highly of me,” you said while putting a piece of cake in your mouth.

“You should. Anyway, my father usually comes to these benefits to network and talk about business while my mom uses it as an excuse to get out of the house,” Tony explained. “Free food for me.”

“What did your invitation say anyway?” you asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“A networking opportunity, or something like that.”

You scoffed. “Of course.”

“Why do you say that?”

You sighed. “I want to preface this by saying I didn’t expect anything from my stepmother. But, I thought my father had convinced her to throw me a birthday party since that’s what she told me last week.”

Tony’s eyes widened with realization. “It’s your birthday today! Right, how could I have forgotten? The big ‘ole twenty.”

“No longer a kid, not quite an adult.”

He laughed. “That’s for sure. Well, I can always sneak you alcohol. Especially now, if you need it.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. It’s more fun being sober at these things because I can actively make fun of rich snobs and they won’t care.” You looked at Tony sheepishly. “No offense.”

“Hey,” he said with his hands up in surrender. “None taken. Remember last week when I told you I had my fair share of opinions when it comes to rich people, this is exactly what I’m talking about. Everyone in here is hiding their insecurities in plain sight but they’re all too proud to admit they have any.” Tony looked off to the distance for a moment before looking back at you. “I suppose I could be the same but I like to believe I’m not.”

“Well if you’re anything like the person you were in the mall,” you said, “then I don’t think you should classify yourself as a rich snob. Billionaire or not. Are you guys billionaires?”

Tony laughed at your dramatic antics. “Thanks, Y/N. Most of my friends are social elites who don’t understand the joys of being in environments that aren’t catered to the rich. God, that sounds like I’m shitting on people who aren’t rich.”

“Hm. Well, not really. I mean, you understand that pure happiness doesn’t come from money and I think that’s a good thing,” you reassured.

“I’m happy to hear you say that,” he said genuinely. Tony played around with his fork. “Sometimes I think I don’t belong there.”

“I feel you in that one,” you said. “I’m sitting in the middle of the room not having a fortune to my name and I know that everyone here is judging me since they’ve never heard of my last name.”

“And I feel like my money doesn’t define me but it defines other people, and that makes them angry.”

“We’ve got a lot of issues, don’t we?” you asked hypothetically.

Tony chuckled. “Maybe. But the most important thing we have is each other, right? It’s like the mall all over again.”

“I can’t tell if you’ve saved me or if I’ve saved you.”

“We saved each other, let’s agree on that.” Tony stood up from his seat and fixed his suit jacket before standing in front of you. “Can I have this dance?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said sheepishly. “I’ve never tried slow dancing before.” Tony grabbed your hand and helped you stand up, interlocking your fingers with his as he looked straight at you.

“Me either. But fake it until we make it. Right, honey?”

You blushed at the nickname. “Right.”

Tony led you to an obscure part of the dance floor and held you firmly in his grasp. His hand lay relaxed on your waist and the other held your hand with a delicate touch while you took the liberty to let your head rest comfortably on his chest.

“You know, I’ve never had a boyfriend before,” you confessed.

“What? Really?”

“Mhm.”

“What was that stunt we pulled in the mall?” Tony asked.

“I don’t know, it just felt right,” you said. “I mean, if anyone else had asked me I probably would’ve said no but you and I had very similar humor.” Tony laughed at that, swaying you back and forth as a slow pace.

“We do, don’t we?” Tony paused. “Y/N, I’m really happy we met.”

“Me too, Tony.” Tony looked down at your figure for a moment as a realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

“No, Y/N, I mean it. You made me feel happier that one day than anyone else has in my entire life. I couldn’t get that one innuendo mall date out of my head and finding you here was magic,” Tony said. “I don’t believe in much, but I believe in us.”

You didn’t say anything but you smiled to yourself and Tony saw. That was enough for him and he had a feeling you reciprocated those feelings when you pulled his body closer and nuzzled your head into his chest.

When the party was coming to a slow down, you bade your father goodnight and Tony did the same, opting to leave together in Tony’s car. You had told him you wanted to show him your favorite spot to in all of New York, and this fairly warm-weathered night didn’t deter you both from stepping out.

“Do you have a blanket?” you asked Tony, grimacing at the thought of sitting on the grass.

“In the trunk,” he said after he shut your door and opened the trunk. “One gigantic blanket.”

“It’s almost like you planned it,” you teased.

Tony smiled. “Unplanned plans are the best, aren’t they?”

You laid the blanket out and sat on the fabric, waiting for him to do the same thing. He stood for a second before taking his suit jacket off and slipping it around your shoulders, despite your protests.

“It’s not even that cold,” you reasoned.

“Let me he the gentleman my mother taught me to be, Y/N.”

You laughed and snuggled yourself in his jacket. Tony sat down beside you and you made the bold decision to move your side closer to his, barely touching his side. His eyes flickered to yo figure for a brief moment and moved closer to your side, and you acknowledged that by letting your back rest against his chest.

“The stars are so beautiful tonight,” you said, making light conversation.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

You blushed, but scoffed nonetheless. “That was so cheesy, Tony.”

“Call me ‘Cheese Whiz.’”

“Okay, ‘Cheese Whiz,’” you retorted.

“You need a nickname too.”

“How about ‘Most Beautiful Person On Earth’?”

Tony smiled. “Pretentious, but in this case, I think it fits the profile.” You turned around and sat on your knees as Tony watched.

“You are a charmer, aren’t you?” you asked, letting out a soft laugh.

“What can I say? You make it easy to flirt with you.”

Without second thought, you hiked up your silk slip dress just enough for you to lift your leg, swinging it over his lap. You let yourself sit up straight and watched as Tony leaned back slightly, tilting his head upward slightly to meet his gaze with yours.

“You’re even pretty from up there,” Tony said honestly after a moment of silence had passed. You ran your hands through his touseled hair before letting it slide down his chest, landing in the center. Tony felt as if time had slowed down as he watched intently while you lowered yourself until you comfortable sat on his lap, bringing your hands up to his jawline.

“Baby,” he whispered. He looked directly in your line of sight before leaning forward, letting his lips linger before pressing a longing kiss to yours. You let your arms wrap themselves around his shoulders as he snakes his around your waist, letting your bodies become closer. You pulled away first and Tony pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Wait, was I your first kiss?” Tony asked as he tucked strands of loose hair behind your ear.

You nodded. “Mhm.” 

“I’m honored,” Tony said, pushing himself forward to kiss you once more.

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