#i’m like the mother hen (except majority of my readers are older than me)

[tojiscrack]

i’m going crazy rn, look THE FIC BEING MENTIONED OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR WAS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING AT ALLL

kinda jealous tho bc i lowkey dont want other ppl enjoying the fic too MUAHAHAHAHHAA but i want it to gain traction too 💀😭

MALAKAI YOU WILL FOREVER BE FAMOUS

OMAHAIQNSJNWJSJWJSJWKSJW

going feral as we speak because what do you mean MALAKAI got the blue comment? 😭

wait brb i’m gonna go stalk all these pages omggg 👀

(but i’m crying cuz how did MALAKAI get traction before my main characters 💀)

megumi rn: 😐

nobara: 😡

yuji: 😕

y/n: *throws a table*

[lonelyandlovelorn]

Scars

A/N: A lot of things with this. One, it roughly takes place in 2015/16? And we’re just gonna assume that tension in the team is low, that civil war isn’t on the horizon. Also, there’s quite a lot of Tony in this, if that’s something you don’t like. I’m also just going to place them in Avengers tower for convenience. I wanted to make a soulmate thing, and I like the idea of the shared scars one, but I needed to make it extra depressing, because I’m me I guess. Tattoos are sort of like scarring, so I just am counting that as something that also transfers. If you’re not comfortable with the warnings, do not read, please. 

Genre: Soulmate au, angst with a smidge of fluff

Warning: swearing, reference to self-harm and suicide attempt

Word count: 2600

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Everyone bears their soulmate’s scars, but you don’t have anyone else to share with. Except maybe this world is weird and maybe that’s not true. 

Masterlist

You were 10 when you realized you didn’t have a soulmate. You were taught early on, as scars started to appear on your classmates that they hadn’t received. Teachers explained the scars one day, that every time your soulmate was scarred, it would show up on your body. You were 10 when you looked at your body to see that every mark was your own. You were 10 when you realized that the universe had looked at you and deemed you unworthy of love. 

You were 13 when you realized you were depressed. Unlike the rest of your classmates, who had either already met their soulmate or had one to look forward to, you had spent 3 years with the knowledge that you had no one weighing down on you.

You were 15 when you cut the first time. You just wanted to feel something, and who would you be hurting, if there was no one to take on your marks. You hid that habit for 2 years before you took it further. Your parents found you bleeding out in your bathroom and rushed you to the emergency room. You didn’t try anything more after that. That’s not to say everything was immediately better, but you realized when you woke up in the hospital to your mother and father with tears running down your face, you realized that maybe you didn’t need a soulmate to be loved. 

You grew up a little, moved forward. You got a semicolon tattoo on your wrist over your scars, for yourself, to prove to yourself that you could continue. You got better, never completely free, but you were okay. 

You were 24 when a scar showed up on your side that wasn’t yours. You stood in front of the mirror that morning after your shower, staring at your reflection. You were completely incomprehensive and unmoving. There was no way you were over 20 years older than your soulmate, but what other explanation could there be for suddenly finding scars that had never been there before?

-- 

Steve Rogers woke up in a world that was completely alien to him. He was so disoriented by the world around him that it was nearly a month before he noticed the scars on his wrists that hadn’t been there when he had gone under. For a long time, he had no idea what had happened, but he was even more confused by the ink in his skin. He obviously knew what a semicolon was, but could not figure out why there was one on his wrist. 

He realized suddenly one night when looking at them that they weren’t his. He had grown up during the Depression, hadn’t had the liberty of caring so much about soulmates, but he knew enough when he was younger that he didn’t have a soulmate. Somehow, though, he had come out of the ice only to find out he did have one, they were just from a different time.

It wasn’t until over a year later, when things had calmed down, aliens weren’t coming from the sky, and he had a team he trusted, that he found out more about those scars. Apparently Tony had seen them in passing, and in a moment of un-Tony-like concern, he had pulled Steve aside to ask about it, if he was okay. When these questions were met with confusion on Steve’s end, Tony quickly figured out that they weren’t Steve’s own doing. Seeing that Tony’s confusion lessened, but his concern didn’t, Steve became worried. 

“I assumed they were from an accident, although I’ve always been confused about the tattoo.” Tony looked hesitant to explain what he had deduced, but finally caved.

“Those cuts are self-inflicted.” Steve didn’t even seem to process what that meant, but he gave Tony his full attention anyway. “Your soulmate got really low sometime in their life, and they took out all their feelings out on themselves. They found a razor or a knife and cut themselves to distract from whatever their mental pain was.” Steve’s heart broke as he looked at the lines on his arm, understanding suddenly that he was meant for someone who had been through a lot of darkness. 

“But what about the tattoo?” he asked, confused what punctuation had to do with any of this. 

“Well that’s the good news and bad news I guess. It means that she likely made an attempt on her life at some point. But that tattoo means she survived. In short, the tattoo is supposed to symbolize that the sentence of her life didn’t end, it just had a pause and continued on with a new part.” Steve was relieved to understand the tattoo, but was sure he had never felt so much pain for another person, especially one he didn’t know. 

Steve thought it over for a moment before looking to Tony in more confusion. “How do you know so much about this?” 

Tony looked like he had hoped Steve wouldn’t ask, but nevertheless, rolled his own sleeve up to show his battle scars. “These aren’t Peppers. It was a long time ago, and I’m fine.” Steve was barely placated but knew he could do nothing for his friend. He was grateful to see substantially less scars on the billionaires wrist, though. 

A very manly hug was exchanged before they parted ways.

Steve could think of nothing but the pain his soulmate must have gone through for the next month, and the thoughts followed him through the next few years. 

-- 

Fucking aliens. Again. Why is it always aliens?

You hadn’t been around for the battle of New York, but you know about it. Everyone knows about it. At the time, you didn’t live in the city, moving there a few years following because rent was pretty cheap in a place that had been nearly destroyed. You had found a job, made a few friends, and you were okay. 

And then aliens attacked again. 

This time wasn’t nearly as bad as the first one, barely even comparable. But it still interrupted your day. The only good that came from it was meeting Iron Man. He had managed to save you from the roof caving in, and he dropped you off safely a good distance from the fighting. Everything happened so fast, you barely even knew what happened, and it’s not like there was time to chit chat, so it wasn’t so much meeting Iron Man as seeing Iron Man. 

You were watching the news footage back, admiring the efficiency of the Avengers. There was a clip of Captain America taking a hit to the thigh. It was uncannily close to where your newest scar was, but hundreds of people had been involved in the attack, there was no way you were fated to a national legend. Evening if the timing seemed to make more sense than being bound to a literal child, you couldn’t find it in yourself to think you were worthy of an actual hero.

And then Tony Stark showed up at your door. He was dressed casually, no metal suit in sight. Of course you recognized him, but that didn’t help you figure out why he was at your apartment. Thankfully, he explained himself, even if the conversation had a pretty rocky start. 

You invited him inside, where he sat on your couch uninvited, so you sat in the chair across from him. 

“Hi, I’m Tony Stark.”

“Yeah I know.” You probably shouldn’t snark a superhero, but you had no idea what you should do. 

He simply smiled at you before very abruptly asking, “Do you have a soulmate?”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “You’re not my soulmate.”

“No, I’m not, but I might know who is. Unless you’ve figured it out?” He continued speaking when you didn’t respond. “I’m guessing you thought you didn’t have a soulmate until about 4 years ago.”

“How-?” you began, only to be cut off.

“I’ll get to that. But first, can I see your wrist?” You weren’t ashamed of your scars, per se, but that didn’t mean you wanted to flaunt them to strangers. After a moment, though, you realized you couldn’t exactly deny him, so you stretched out your arm. He gave you a grim but sympathetic smile. 

“Thought so. You see, I was reviewing my helmet’s footage from the other day when I noticed something interesting on your arm. You had a pattern of scars that I had seen before, though it was pretty blurry and the only damning evidence was that tattoo.” You cocked your head, but didn’t interrupt. “Do you know who Steve Rogers is?”

“Who doesn’t? I paid attention in history class, but forgive me if I need to brush up before I take an exam.” Your reply only seemed to entertain him. 

“Oh you’re perfect. Well, as I’m sure you’re aware, Steve Rogers came out of the ice a while ago. And he came out with scars on his wrist. At first, I thought they were his, only to realize they were from his soulmate.”

Your eyes widened at what he was clearly telling you. Your ears began to ring at the simple notion that you could be meant for a man who risked his life everyday to save people. He was worth ten of you, how could you be the one for him?

“I can’t be his soulmate.” Of that you were certain.

“Why not?” 

“He’s… Captain America, war hero, national treasure, and a super soldier to boot. I don’t know if anyone is worth him, but I know it’s not me.” You didn’t meet Tony’s eyes, not trying to play for pity. 

“You’re not actually wrong about that. He absolutely is all of those things, but he’s also a man lost in the wrong time, absolutely confused, a major dork, and such a mother hen it’s smothering. What I’m trying to say is that he’s just a guy, and I think he would love to meet you. Plus, I looked you up first, you’re not some failure. You’ve got some stuff under your belt, and I have to say I 100% approve of your sass, you’d be good for him.” You rolled your eyes at the last comment, but still had to think it all over a moment before you could meet his gaze.

“Steve Rogers is my soulmate?” you asked, disbelieving.

“Pretty sure, as long as the stories match up like they seem to. Would you like to come meet him?”

“Today?!” You had started your day with the intention of maybe doing some work at home and treating yourself to a bubble bath, not meeting your soulmate. 

“Doesn’t have to be today.” He pulled something from a pocket and handed it to you. A business card. “You give me a call when you’re ready, but don’t keep him waiting too long. I think you could really help him out.” You were quiet as you took it. He stood up and you walked him out without another word, trying to process what had just happened. 

Two hours later you still couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

--

Steve and Tony were sitting in a pleasant silence the next day when Tony spoke up.

 “I found your soulmate.” 

Steve’s head snapped up so fast it hurt his neck. “You what?”

“I found your soulmate. I went to meet them and gave my contact information. I didn’t want to force you to meet, so I left it up to them.”

“Who? Are they okay?” Steve was dying of curiosity. 

“Yeah, they’re doing fine. I actually found them during that mess the other day and caught their tattoo on footage. I won’t tell you who it is though. They seemed a little spooked as is, so they’ll come when they’re ready.”

Steve nodded, thoughts running a mile a minute at the possibility of meeting his soulmate soon, after all this time. 

--

Three days later, you called Tony. You were nervous, but you needed to meet him. Something inside of you seemed to know that you knew who he was, but weren’t with him. You could feel it like an ache in your chest that reminded you of how it felt to know you didn’t have a soulmate. 

Tony told you to come by the tower the next day. 

-- 

You had never been more nervous. Not when you were waiting for application answers, not waiting for job interviews. You felt ready to burst at your own nerves. You were directed to an elevator off to the side from the main one. You didn’t press any buttons as you were taken to a floor you didn’t even know the number of. As the doors opened, you walked into the room it had stopped at. Tony met you there with a smile before telling you to follow him. You were silent as you walked through the tower behind the genius, in awe of your surroundings. 

Finally, he stopped in what looked like a common area, with a big couch and a television. There was no one around, but he gestured for you to sit down before disappearing. Being left alone in such a foreign place nearly had your nerves shot to hell. You were jittery and nauseous and so scared. What if he saw what you always had? What if Tony was wrong?

You heard them before you saw them. They sounded like they were bickering as they walked through the halls. The talking stopped as soon as he saw you though. 

Seeing a random person in the tower that Tony seemed to be aware of and unconcerned by brought Steve to the only logical conclusion. He looked to Tony for confirmation, who only nodded before stepping away. 

The silence continued as you both simply looked at each other. He moved towards you slowly, sitting a spot away from you on the couch. 

You cleared your throat before breaking the quiet. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You could think of nothing more to say.

“Steve Rogers.” You could see that his thoughts were moving as rapidly as yours, but he kept glancing in the direction of your wrists. Realizing what he was trying to figure out without asking, you let out a breath before lifting your sleeve to show him.

“I was in a bad place when I was younger. I thought the universe had doomed me to be alone and I thought that meant I wasn’t worth anything at all. And it got worse, but I’m okay now. I failed and realized people cared about me, and I’m fine.” He seemed to deflate in relief as you spoke, and it warmed you to realize that he had been worried about you even without actually knowing you. 

“I was pretty certain that I didn’t have a soulmate when I went under, and I was okay with that because I didn’t want to selfishly sacrifice myself only for it to affect someone else.” You smiled at him encouragingly.

It was slow and it was awkward, but you met your soulmate and you were ecstatic. 

--

Tony walked back towards the main room 15 minutes later to make sure they weren’t still sitting in silence. He couldn’t hold back his grin as he heard them speaking, Steve being teased incessantly and taking it like a champ. 

Tony felt like he had done some good. 

Because, yeah, it was a good thing.

[pinkchannies]

cheesier than cheesecake

i got inspired to write this on my 5 hours flight to hong kong bcz i ate cake on my way to the airport and miraculously wrote this on my flight in one go

also heading to hong kong eh wink wink nudge nudge @ agust d //slapped

well here's a jin oneshot because kim seokjin is my number one man and bias in bts and we need some shoulder man love in our lives amirite

laksndowxjoe i couldn't post this earlier bECAUSE WIFI AND MY COM WASN'T COOPERATING :(( sob well ok here i am posting it now LMAO bless wifi pls live

genre:  fluff , is this considered comedy, crack has slipped into this fic again

requested:  no 

pairing:  seokjin x reader

author notes: reader is a baking/walking disaster bcz mood, jin screaming and being a mama hen, idk how i wrote this in just one flight, chiru probably needs creative writing classes at this point, how do you come up with good titles

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the clock read, 2.09am. i groaned. it was one of those days again. or rather, one of those nights. of grueling hunger and cravings. and there was one way to solve it(or make it worse) without actually eating. though it may not be the best way. do u kno da wae-chiru get out i snatched my phone from my bedside table and loaded instagram, heading straight to the buzzfeedtasty instagram account. yes, tasty. the number one guilty pleasure where their food looks so good even with the simplest ingrediants, and when you recreate it it somehow looks like shit. or maybe i'm just a shitty cook. or maybe plating food to make it look aesthetically pleasing is just that difficult. or maybe both. to "satisfy" this sudden craving for sweets, i started watching videos of their deserts. god help me they look so good. the way the cream cheese blends with sugar and turns into a smooth white paste under the electric mixer, with heavy cream added to that mix and that generous teaspoon of vanilla essence that you can literally smell (jin: mMMMm sMELL) through your phone, those cheesecakes and oreos and cream and just all that fattening goodness- y'all this whole instagram account is straight up porn. i already feel fat just by watching these videos. but i'm still hungry af. the struggle is hella real who else can relate "ughhhhhh i wanna bake these godlike creations but i'm scared that i'll accidentally blow up my kitchen..." i groaned into my pillow. yeah, i’m a bit of a walking disaster, luckily i haven't reached namjoon's level. i think. one time my cookies almost turned out spicy because i was cooking spicy noodles at the same time. please don't ask. someone please just buy me a huge cheesecake to binge eat whilst i cry over my bad life decisions, one of which would be eating a whole 1542 calorie cheesecake at the asscrack of dawn. an imaginary or rather, imajinary-chiru stob light bulb went off from my head. there was one man made for this situation. one shoulder man, to be exact. i clicked on the contact "worldwide shoulders" and started typing.

(y/n) 2.30am

shoulder man take me by the hand lead me to the land that u understand

worldwide shoulders 2.35am

ya, its like 2.30am, shouldn't you be asleep? don't make me confiscate your phone

(y/n) 2.35am

sorry mom

worldwide shoulders 2.36am

yA tHIs chILd what's up, u usually don't text this late

(y/n) 2.37am

r u free tmr i wanna bake cheesecake pretty please

worldwide shoulders 2.38am

what a *cheesy* date if i do say so myself

(y/n) 2.38am

jIN its too early for puns :(

worldwide shoulders 2.39am

excuse you my puns are jinius

(y/n) 2.39am

SO cAN U BAKE WITH ME TMR :((( well actually it’ll be later today pls i owe u one

worldwide shoulders 2.40am

fine make sure u have the stuff ready, i'll come over at 10 go sleep its late

(y/n) 2.41am

yAY THANKS JINNIE

worldwide shoulders 2.41am

EXCUSE ME I AM OLDER THAN U (y/n) 2.42am :p see u tmr!! gnite shoulder man *finger heartu* worldwide shoulders 2.43am the disrespect i swear ----- "jin this is too tiring..." i groaned, my arms aching. "just a little bit more... just beat it harder." "look, must i really use my hands for this?" i whined. jin deadpanned. "(y/n) it's becoming white already, just continue. you wanted me to teach you right?" "why the hell can't i just use the electric mixer for the egg whites? its much faster than hand beating it..." i grumbled. "this is as good as doing 240 push-ups like jungkook," i whined. "my child there will be no shortcuts in this house when it comes to baking or cooking," i snorted at that. says the one who uses seasoning in his food. i mean, who doesn't? "i guess we can say that the cake will be eggcellent." he let out a windshield-wiper laugh at his own joke while i groaned at the terrible pun. "jin pls." ----- "DON'T CHOP THE BUTTER LIKE THAT OHMY GOD (Y/N) YOU'RE GOING TO CHOP YOUR HAND OFF LIKE THAT NO YOU'RE WORSE THAN NAMJOON SLICING ONIONS." jin shrieked at my horrible attempt to slice the frozen solid butter. i had forgotten to take the butter out to thaw, so now i had to face the consequences. of slicing, no, chopping, through rock solid butter that is stubborn about becoming smaller pieces. go me

he sighed and went behind me, his larger frame engulfing mine as he positioned my hand to hold the knife properly. "rest your index on top of the blade and your thumb and middle on its sides. this way, you'll have a better grip on the knife. and it reduces the chances of the knife slipping and chopping your finger off." he guides my fingers to hold the knife, while rambling on the precautions to take-which entered one ear and left the other. how am i supposed to concentrate when i've never been in this close proximity with the man until this moment? gosh he was warm and it feels real cozy, his chin gently resting on my shoulder to oversee the process, his larger hand on my smaller one guiding me to chop the butter. how domestic, i chuckled at the thought. i wonder how his hand would look like with his fingers entwined with mine- -which is what i did with the hand unoccupied by the knife. without me even registering it, i grabbed his free hand. our hands were clasped together and our fingers were tangled with each other. “omg (y/n) what are you doing” i screamed in my brain. do y’all ever just get intrusive thoughts like this and regret everything leading up to this moment. jin gave me a quizzical look that screamed "what are you doing." ok but same jin, same. well this turned awkward. in my panic, i let go of his hand. and the knife. good job, (y/n). "OH MY GOD LOOK OUT" jin yelled for what must be the 182297318th time today at my screw up and pulled me away from the knife which fell to the floor with a clang. i was pressed flushed against his chest as he pulled my body closer to his, almost as if we were snuggling. except that now is not really the time to snuggle with the situation at hand. thankfully the knife didn’t hurt any of us, but i knew, i was in deep shit with jin. i mentally braced myself for the lecture i was going to get. oh boy this is going to be ugly. "look (y/n), i dont care if you cant cook for shit." his face was starting to turn red from the incoming rant, and i had to stifle a giggle at that. there was always something amusing about jin scolding-maybe it comes from the fact that even if the mood is serious, he still wants to make everyone laugh and doesn’t want an atmosphere too damp. so his scolding just somehow turns comical. i bit down on my bottom lip harshly to stop the giggles, lest the lecture becomes longer. "but you are handling something sharp, please be careful." "i understand." i sighed. "look if i'm not here, you could have been seriously injured, you can't just play while handling knives. luckily i was around and could pull you away before it landed on your feet and cause you to internally bleed in your toe. do you even know how nasty it looks to have that black blood clot under your nail?" i nodded sheepishly. "loOK, WHAT IF YOU WERE ALONE? YOU COULD HAVE BLED TO DEATH AND THEN I WOULD NEED TO HAUL YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL WHICH WOULD NOT END WELL MAJOR BLOOD LOSS IS NOT A FUN THING OK YOU NEED BLOOD TRANSFUSION SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH THE KNIFE DONT BE A SECOND NAMJOON." "yes mom." "excuse you i am not your mother." "alright you're excused mr worldwide handsome... mom." "YA THIS BRAT." ----- thankfully, that was the only major incident-or as the drama queen puts it, life threatening incident-that happened while baking the cheesecake. after 2 hours of screaming together and jin telling me how to carry out baking procedures properly, we finally put the cake together. "jin, she's beautiful." i shed a fake tear at our finished product. fake tear-fake love tear-chiru why are you so lame "yeah, but im more beautiful amirite." ".....you're inedible so obviously the cheesecake is prettier than you." he looked at me with a mock look of offense and i giggled at that. "well at least my face doesn't need to be caked with makeup to look good." "jin, why are you so lame." just like me "hey at least i'm still walking." "oh my god." "i mean that's not my name, but god's also a good name for someone as handsome as me." "........i give up." there was a tense moment of pregnant silence that settled between us. suddenly, we both burst out laughing at our ridiculous banter filled with bad puns, courtesy of jin. "let's eat the cheesecake, shall we?"