Tattoos (Tony Stark x reader)

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Tattoos (Tony Stark x reader)
You hopped into the tattoo parlor, positively excited out of your pants. You were getting another tattoo and what’s more, you were matching with your boyfriend recently turned fiancé of five years. You felt his grip on your hand tighten as you basically skipped up to the front desk.
“Hey! There’s my number one customer!”
“Hi Angie, I’m just here for a walk in today.”
“Oh?”
The woman in front of you had been your friend since college. Your own roommate had brought enough boys into your room that you had basically moved into the only empty dorm left, which happened to be next to Angie’s. You had asked her for help moving your stuff and you had been nearly inseparable by the end of it.
“Yep, and I brought along a newbie,” as you spoke, you pulled Tony forward, wrapping your arm around his bicep and cuddling into his shoulder a bit.
“Finally brought him in for a couple tattoo then?”
You giggled and nodded.
“It was his idea though. He wants to do something big but we’ll go with something small.”
“Babe-“
“No, honey, trust me. You’ll want something small for your first one.”
You watched as he puffed out his lip and you pulled on it. When it snapped back into his mouth, both you and Angie laughed and made your way to the back. You greeted the chair like an old friend and hopped up to sit in it.
“I’m surprised you have any room left anywhere, (Y/N).”
You scoffed as you thumbed through the laminated pages. You found one you liked and showed it to Tony. He raised both his eyebrows and you knew it was a no go. Despite his polite look, you could read his expressions pretty well by now.
“Ooh. I have the perfect one for you guys!”
Angie jogged into the back and came back out with a piece of paper. She hid it behind her back and then revealed it to the two of you with a tada!
You gasped and held your hands to your mouth. It was perfect. You looked to Tony and he had his mouth open wide, his eyes flashing with excitement.
You squealed and hugged your friend, thanking her for helping you. She only chuckled and decided to do Tony’s half of the tattoo.
“Okay. So I know (Y/N) would want that one,” Angie pointed to the one you indeed had your eye on. “So we’re going to give you that part Mr. Stark.”
Tony frowned but your eyes lit up in understanding.
“Angie, you’re a genius!”
“Nah, just an artist.”
You sat in a chair and rubbed Tony’s arm, he looked incredibly nervous as Angie cleaned off the needle. As she prepared the equipment, she told him what everything would do and how well it would work and what spots he would feel pain. He seemed to visibly calm down, as that was what the whole explaining procedure was about.
By the time the needle actually touched his skin, Tony seemed relaxed enough that he could take a nap or something. He jolted when the needle touched his skin, gripping onto your hand tightly, but not tight enough to do any damage to your delicate hands.
Soon enough, the tattoo was done. You admired it and almost pushed Tony off the seat so you could get yours done. He laughed and pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before you sat down. You didn’t need to hold his hand; you had multiple tattoos in almost all different places. You’d handled pain much worse than this.
You giggled as Angie made a couple jokes during the whole process, obviously more at ease with you in the chair. Once the tattoos were finished, Tony paid for them before you could even protest. You walked out of the small parlor into the crowd of paparazzi.
You held out your hand and your fiancé took it, showing off your forearms. Yours held the black outline of a sun with orange and red swirls around it while his was a crescent moon with blue and purple swirls. That was your relationship in a nutshell. Total opposites but a long history together.
You wouldn’t prefer it any other way.