Ink and Grease
A/n: So this is a play on the soulmate AU where you write on your skin, and it shows up on your soulmate’s skin too. Basically any little mark or dirt or whatever can appear on your soulmate’s skin. I had another way I wanted this to go it kinda deviated from my original idea, so I hope you still like it. Requests are open, and we don’t have any atm so don’t be afraid to send some in! -G
Warnings: I still can’t fluff
Pairing: Tony x reader
You were a child when it started, you’d notice grease on your skin and dirt under your nails. You were too young to know what was going on but when you asked your parents, they told you not to worry about it. You were always asked by your teachers what you had gotten into and to wash your hands. When you turned 13, you and your friends decided to research what exactly was wrong with you when you found a book on soulmates. Your friend explained to you that some people had special connections and that due to said connection marks on your skin would show up on your soulmate’s and vice versa.
“Damn you’re lucky” one of your friends, Jane, commented as you looked at the small burn that had appeared on your skin the other day
“Are you kidding that is, like, the worst thing ever,” Leah exclaimed, “now she has to get married and like, have kids!”
“I’m sure he’s great,” Mads commented
“Whoever he is he needs to learn what soap is,” you joked.
“Maybe it’s time for a little revenge,” Jane smirked pulling out a sharpie
“Oh you’re evil,” you giggled as the girls drew all over your body. Some doodles were good, like the amazing portrait of Yoda that took over your shoulder. Others were crudely drawn dicks in various places or innuendos.
Little did you know that the poor boy that was fortunate enough to be your soulmate had a very important meeting at MIT the next day to see if he could get into the school early. Tony walked into the living room in search of his mother, there was no way that Howard would take this well. Unfortunately for him both of his parents were sat at the table eating breakfast.
“What the hell is all over your skin!’ he father yelled “Do you know how important this meeting is? Are you trying to ruin your life?”
“I swear I have no idea how this happened,” the boy tried to explain “I went to bed and when I woke up they were just there.”
Howard looked at his son in disbelief as his wife looked at him “Maybe he has a soulmate?”
“You know how rare that is,” Howard said looking down at her
“Well it happened to us,” she shrugged
“Wash up as best you can and put on a nice suit or something to cover that up,” The boy’s father sighed “we’ll figure out something for whatever is on your hands.”
Tony walked down the stairs in his best suit hoping that it would compensate for the doodles covering his hands.
His mother held out a bottle of concealer “This should do the trick” she smiled as she blotted it to his skin. Tony just hoped it would hold up long enough.
He must’ve done something right because here he was a few weeks later at MIT a new sleeve of doodles covering his forearms. His parents had explained to him that he had a soulmate which meant somewhere in the world some girl was lucky enough to call him hers. It wasn’t long before he was trying to flirt with you, writing little messages on his arm and waiting for a response. It was a few weeks before you responded with a simple “Fuck off” scrolled in beautiful calligraphy.
It had been a few years since you discovered your soulmate and even though at first he seemed like an ass he grew on you. You had been writing notes to each other almost every day. You would try to find out as much about each other as you could without breaking whatever rules there were. For some reason, the universe had decided that you weren’t able to tell each other your names or whereabouts so you’d drop as many hints as you could. It wasn’t long before you were getting questions from your fellow classmates as to why there were notes written all over your arms. At first, you would tell them that you had a soulmate and while some would call you crazy or tell you that you were lucky most grew jealous. And that made high school a living hell for you. Somewhere along the way instead of you thinking that you had something special you became to think of yourself as a burden.
“You only have a soulmate because you’d never attract a guy on your own,” one of the boys told you
“Poor guy is stuck with you now,” his friend called as they waited for the bell to ring
“Dude, kick his ass,” the third boy in the group muttered to you noticing how on edge you were
“I would,” you paused “but someone as pathetic as him isn’t really worth my time.”
“Oh yeah,” the second boy said, “Well, I don’t even know you!”
You had to hold in your laughter till the bell rang and you exited your class with Leah. After that, you figured it’d be best to keep your predicament a secret.
Years had gone by, and for some reason, your soulmate had stopped writing you little notes, you hadn’t really thought anything of it. At first, it worried you, but you noticed the grease marks that appeared on your hands still and knew that he was ok, maybe he wanted to keep it a secret too. You had managed to get yourself a degree and further your education at an academy for an agency called SHIELD. You hadn’t heard of them before they approached you for their academy. Apparently, your research had caught their eye. You had gone through years of your life and thousands of milestones and not one moment had you thought of your soulmate. It’s not like they had seemed to think of you with the lack of letters written on your arm.
It wasn’t until you had been recruited to work in the lab for the Avengers that you began to think of the mystery man again. You noticed that as you’d jot down notes on your hands, you’d see little doodles around them that you hadn’t drawn.
“What are you doing?” Bruce had asked you as he watched you doodle on your forearm
“Nothing’ you replied continuing to scroll out a “hey” on your arm in the fanciest font you could think of
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” your friend said watching you “you have a soulmate don’t you?”
“Maybe,” you smirked, “don’t tell anyone though, I don’t need people to hate me.”
“And you trust me with this information why?” he asked
“Because you’re too nice to hate me,” you responded, “besides you’d have to deal with Tony on your own if you did.”
“Speak of the devil,” Bruce muttered as Tony waltzed through the door in a long sleeved tee.
“You look happy,” you commented, “how much alcohol have you consumed this fine morning?”
“None thank you very much,” the man shot back “I just got a very important letter from a very important person regarding some very important things.”
“Care to share with the rest of the class?” you asked raising your brows
“Nope,” Tony said turning to Bruce “we’re going to lunch I need to talk to you.”
“But science?” Bruce attempted to argue
“Your work can wait this is important.” and with that Tony was dragging the man out of the lab.
“See,” Tony said pulling up his sleeve excitedly
“I see,” Bruce said hiding a smile the word ‘hey’ was written out beautifully on his friend’s forearm, just like the one you were drawing back at the lab.
“She hasn’t written to me in ages,” Tony said smiling at his arm “what do I say back?”
“Why not a simple hi?” his friend replied
“Hi?’ Tony questioned “Hi. This is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Then why did you come to me?” Bruce asked
“Because you’re my bro” Tony smiled
Bruce sighed “Just talk to her. Say anything if she’s your soulmate does it really matter?”
“Of course it matters” Tony rolled his eyes
“She was pretty much born to love you, Tony. She’s dealt with you this long I’m sure you could say anything to her, and she’d be happy to write back.” Bruce assured him
“Fine,” Tony said taking out a pen and writing out a measly ‘hi.’
‘What are you up to’ she wrote back
‘Lunch with a friend’ he replied
‘I could use some food lol’ her handwriting seemed familiar, but he dismissed his thoughts, he had been writing to her since she was a teen so of course, he recognized the writing
‘I’d bring you some, but I still have no idea who you are’ he wrote down
“Really,” Bruce commented
“I thought you said it didn’t matter what I wrote,” Tony exclaimed as his friend rolled his eyes
‘I’d tell you if I could’ she replied ‘these rules are stupid how are we ever supposed to meet if we can’t even set up a date.’
Tony chuckled ‘the world is cruel.’
‘You can say that again.’
You were clutching your hand when Tony walked back into the lab after lunch.
“What’d you do this time?” Bruce asked going over to examine your hand
“It’s just a small burn,” you said
“Huh, Tony come here,” Bruce commented “look at this,”
“Looks like a burn,” Tony said casually
“Looks like your burn,” Bruce said
“I don’t-” Tony paused noticing a small burn forming on his finger “you’re-we’re.”
“Soulmates?” you looked up at Tony pulling up your sleeve as he did the same. The conversation from earlier was still present on both of your arms
Tony looked at Bruce “how in the hell did you know before I did?”
“I saw her writing on her arm,” Bruce shrugged “good thing Y/n already likes you.”
You’re face flushed “I do not,” you said “I mean- I- I hate you” you scowled at Bruce
A/n: I hope you guys liked it, sorry I haven’t been posting as much lately. School is starting soon, and work has been hell. Love you all -G