could you write a fic where the reader (female, tony's intern) lies about having a stomachache to get out of school/skip lessons, but he sees through her fib and begins to experimentally poke and prod at her tummy , and he ends up tickling her silly! I love ur work BTW ❤❤❤
Summary: When creating a lie convincing enough for Tony Stark to believe, it can find itself to be quite a challenge.
A/N: Awww thank u so much! This can be set after this fic, but u don’t need to read that one to understand this lol anyways I hope u like it<3
“Rise and shine!” Tony sang as he came into your room bright and early. It was a Wednesday, which meant you had school, and this week so far had been unusually exhausting. You were generally very good with balancing school and helping out Tony, so it came as quite a surprise that a normal week such as this one was so stressful. For some reason your professors had chosen this week to give exams, and it was draining you quicker than an oil tank.
You had woken up to your personal alarm named Tony, but kept your eyes closed as the sunlight peering through the windows was already threatening to open them.
“Five more minutes,” you mumbled as you turned your back to Tony while still under your covers.
“Nope,” he said as he ripped the covers off of you, making you whine in annoyance. “School awaits.”
“Ugh. Do I have to go today?” you groaned, finally opening your eyes, albeit gently as the sun decided to shine extra bright today.
“Every teenager under this roof must go to school today, right Pep?” he said as he turned to Pepper who was leaning against the door frame.
“Unfortunately he’s right this time, y/n… c’mon and get ready, okay? Happy’s waiting in the car,” she said to you with a warm smile.
“Fine,” you said as you sat up in your bed, sticking your tongue out at Tony who had a victorious grin splatted onto his face. The two left the room to leave you to get ready, and as they did, you had thought of something you never would have before today, but felt that in that moment it was the best idea in the world.
During the first few weeks of living with Tony, you were very shy: being careful about which rooms you went into, asking if you could eat certain things from the fridge and pantry, always making food for yourself, and residing in either your bedroom or the lab. Tony and Pepper had noticed, and immediately made sure that you were free to live there as long as and however you pleased. They knew you were a good kid, trusting that you wouldn’t make any stupid decisions while living with them; it was for this reason that Tony had allowed you to work under him.
As of now, though, it had been a few months since you started living with him, and you were pretty comfortable there to say the least. It was refreshing living with people who truly cared about you; your parents had never really been there for you, let alone taking care of you. You had been emancipated at just fifteen, and soon found a small job that could cover a small apartment in the slums of Malibu. It was nice, not being under your parents rule any longer, but it was no different than how it was when you lived with them in the sense that you were still alone. Now that you had been living with Tony for a little while, you felt as if you finally had a home, and being comfortable with him and Pepper meant that boundaries were only being lengthened. And so, as you stood up from the edge of your bed with your most bright idea, you made your way downstairs to go about your plan.
“Hey Tony,” you said with a wince, holding your stomach as you walked over to where Tony was sat at the dining table. “My stomach is really hurting. I honestly don’t think I can go to school.” He looked up from his phone and took his glasses off to study you.
“Hm. C’mere lemme check it out,” he said, motioning his hand for you to come over to him.
“Check it out? I mean… okay.” You walked gingerly over to him, a look of suspicion lingering on both of your faces.
“Yeah. Could be gas, constipation, organ failure…” he continued as he pressed on different part around your stomach. He then used one finger to press into a particularly sensitive spot, making you stifle a giggle as you squeezed your lips shut to prevent anything from coming out.
“Uhhh no… just… sensitive.” You tried to look anywhere but at Tony so that he wouldn’t notice your bluffing - as well as the smile that was almost cracking as he continued prodding at your belly. But when he kept poking, it only made the feeling more unbearable, and you couldn’t help the snort that made its way out of you.
“What was that?” Tony said, grinning at you as he waited for a response. It was then that you realized he knew you were bluffing all along. There was no way out of this.
“Nothing! I just… sneezed,” wiping your nose dramatically. He wasn’t buying it.
“Sounded like a snort to me. Does this tickle or something? I mean if you’re in pain I would assume it would be more… y’know, painful.”
“Owww… you know, know that I think about it, all that poking must have made it worse. I should probably just go to my room and rest it off.” You attempted to walk away thinking that Tony would give it a rest, but you couldn’t be any more wrong when he grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him. “Hey! What’re you doing?” you whined.
“You’re lying. So tell me why, or I’ll start doing a lot more than poking…” he spoke as he threateningly tapped his fingers on the table. You were trying your hardest not to tell him, the reason being you didn’t want him to think you couldn’t handle the interning job on top of school. The last thing you wanted was for him to deem you a little kid that wanted to skip school; in truth, you seriously needed a break from it all.
“Really? That’s how it’s gonna be? Fine.” Without warning, he snatched you straight into his lap and began wiggling his fingers straight into your stomach.
“Hehehey! Tohohony this ihisnt fahahahair!”
“Oh please. You practically asked for it,” he said, moving his hands to your ribs which caused your laughter to bubble up.
“LEHEHEHEMME GOHOHO!” You kicked your legs but it was no use. Pepper had even walked in to see what you were screaming about, but once she noticed what had unfolded, she simply smiled and went about what she was doing earlier. She adored you and Tony’s relationship; it was serious when it needed to be, but was otherwise very lighthearted and playful. He had never had a kid of his own to be there for - not even a pet, for that matter - but you had changed all of that for him. You saw him as the father figure you had always longed for, and to him, you were that of the daughter he never had.
“You gonna tell me the truth?” He had to speak over your giggling so you could hear him.
“OKAHAHAY FINE JUHUST STOP!”
“Good.” He paused his attack, setting you down on the chair in front of you. “Speak,” he said firmly, leaning in so you couldn’t do anything but look straight towards him. You cupped your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your thumbs a bit.
“I just… I need a break. School has been so stressful on top of helping you out and I just really wanted some time to-”
“Stop. C’mere.” He motioned for you to move over to him, and you were now in his arms once again, but this time, willingly. “Why didn’t you just say that to begin with?”
“I was worried you’d think less of me if I did.”
“Are you crazy?” he said as he turned you to look at him. “Kid, you’ve been working nonstop all day every day, I was worried that you might’ve been some sort of robot.” You chuckled at that.
“Yeah yeah don’t get all gross and sappy on me no-” Before he could finish his sentence, you hugged him tighter than you’ve ever hugged anyone before. He melted a bit, taken aback by it all. You weren’t the type to hug people as a way of displaying affection; you didn’t display it much at all, to be honest. Every bone in his body told him to hug you back just as tight, and that’s exactly what he did. The two of you stayed like that for a good few minutes before Happy barged in.
“Guys I’ve been waiting in the car for- oh.” He gushed at the scene before him, whispering a barely audible “sorry” before leaving the room, the two of you laughing as he did so.
“Listen,” he said with a tap on your arm, “if you ever have something on your mind about anything, you tell me. Got it?” You looked up at him guiltily.
“Well then there’s one more thing you should probably know…”
“I may or may not have eaten the last cookie in the jar.”
He would’ve rather been told that you were a robot.
