#in the jumpy and sometimes bossy sense

[partrin]

here to talk about my blorbos aka i headcanon that when rin gets anxious or has a panic attack, haru simply walks up to him, looks at him with intent (silently asking for permission) and then holds his hands while maintaining careful eye contact. he holds rin's hands and waits patiently as rin slowly stops shaking, and then he smiles warmly at rin, still not saying anything, allowing rin the time and space to speak first (if he wants to).

he's like. a house cat or something. the kind that just sits around nearby or (on rare occassion) leans up against you when you're sad or anxious.

[kindrednerdspirit]

Sometimes A Thing Feels so Right: Part 2

Excerpt: Maybe she should be grateful she even knows someone could make her feel the way Newton does. Lately, though, it’s hard to feel grateful. Izzie is back to the ol’ numb-your-emotions-to-get-through-the-day routine. Her mum left again. No note, no nothing, just unanswered questions and disappointed kids.

TLDR: Timeline is after Season 3, Episode 9. It’s canon, except Izzie and Casey have not made up. Also, Evan and Casey are close friends, not just awkwardly figuring out how to be friends. Excuse the roughness, this is a work in progress.

The timeline for this story is after Season 3, Episode 9. I felt like the time in between the party where Izzie kisses a random guy (E9) and the part where Casey and Izzie make up (E10) could have been longer. It wasn’t necessarily rushed, but there was lots of potential to add more, especially in regards to Izzie’s internalized homophobia. I thought it would be fun to flush out Izzie’s feelings, and show her coming to terms with being gay. She realizes it’s not worth hiding a part of herself, especially if it means losing Newton.

Everything is the same as canon, except Casey and Izzie have not made up. Also, Casey and Evan are close friends. I think S3 E10 ends on a note where they’re friends, but still awkwardly figuring out what that looks like, so in what I just wrote, they’re solid friends.

This is unfinished, as you’ll see (it’s too jumpy), but my plan is to continue working on it. There are some things about the beginning that I don’t like, particularly the student council scene, but I’m struggling to think of ideas on how to improve it. So know that things are a work in progress and subject to change.

With Izzie’s emotions on my mind, I considered how the show hasn’t written much about her home life, either (not yet anyway--cannot wait for S4). So, I decided to write about life at home, her siblings, and the weight of having an absent parent. I was inspired and struck by the scene where Elsa sits down with Izzie, and shares how her mother was absent, too, and how that impacted her parenting style.

If you’re wondering why Izzie is hanging out with a superficial, “mean girl” crowd, it’s because I think that’s the role she played before she met Casey. This assumption is based on how Izzie first treats Casey, like when she pretends she pushed her during the sprint and when she refuses to help Casey on her first day of school. I’m also considering Izzie’s intimidating presence, and how she seems to have influence over her nameless, pre-Newton friends. This influence can be seen when she shows up at Casey’s birthday party with their Clayton Prep friends. I’m assuming that Iz is the main reason why they’re all there.

Phew! Anyhow, that’s how this piece began. Thank you for reading. Reach out if you have ideas, suggestions, criticisms, etc., or if you write Cazzie or Atypical fanfiction, too.

Friday, two weeks after the party. Izzie.

Since the party, the only thing Izzie knows about her and Newton, is that Newton wants nothing to do with her. It makes sense, really. Right after they almost kissed, she bolted and made out with someone else. Sometimes, Iz thinks of how turned on she was when Newton leaned in to kiss her. The memory alone makes her feel alive. It takes her out of the daily havoc and chaos created by her mother, reminding her of better things. It’s not like she savours the memory of Newton, though, or uses it to make herself feel better, because it inevitably gives way to embarrassment. Izzie went all the way with Nate and never, not once, did her body to respond to him like that. How could she be so dense to not know something so obvious about herself?

Maybe she should be grateful she even knows someone could make her feel the way Newton does. Lately, though, it’s hard to feel grateful. Izzie is back to the ol’ numb-your-emotions-to-get-through-the-day routine. Her mum left again. No note, no nothing, just unanswered questions and disappointed kids. It’s been a long time since Iz held any hope that her mum would stop using. Her siblings are different. Sometimes they still wait for her, awake in their beds at night, hoping she’ll come home safe.

But her siblings are all younger than her. Jason, the oldest, is eleven. He helps out with Alysha, their seven-year-old sister, and Arya, their two-year-old sister. He is so unbelievably sweet and Iz has no idea where he gets it from. She tries not to place too much responsibility on him, though. He’s still a kid, and the last thing she wants to do is rob him of his childhood.

Iz walks up the stairs to Clayton Prep as the warning bell rings. She cut it too close today. Selena has been sick this week, so the usual morning routine was a slog. She’s fussy, so Izzie woke Jason earlier than usual to help Alysha get ready. Iz considered an earlier wake-up time for herself but Coach is particularly barky lately, concerned that she is not getting enough sleep. It’s annoying when Coach notices things, because she’ll ask if things are okay at home. And what is Izzie supposed to say, exactly? 

“My mum is an addict.” 

“My siblings need me to take care of them.” 

“I’m worried that I’ll have to quit track, because my mum is a mess.”

“At any moment, the floor could fall out from underneath me, and I live with that possibility every day. But yeah, things are okay at home.”

Anyhow, Iz knocked on Jason’s door and gently shook him awake. Waking Jase 20 minutes earlier than usual doesn’t count as ruining his childhood, right? His response is a groan and a loud, “Why!?” That’s how Izzie knew it was going to be one of those mornings.

Like usual, the rest of the morning was a blur as Izzie got Arya ready for the day, while monitoring Jason and Alysha. She fed Arya as they got on their shoes. 

“Where’s your coat, Jason?” Izzie asked in between scooping spoonfuls of mashed banana into Arya’s mouth.

“I don’t need one.”

“You wear your coat when you leave this house. Go get it, please.” She handed Arya their agendas and lunch, then kneeled in front of her.

“Love you, hon.” She said before giving her sister a big hug and a kiss. Jason returned with a blue jacket and gave Iz a quick one-armed squeeze before running out the door.

“Wait for your sister!” She yelled after them before the door slammed shut.

When Izzie’s mum is sober, she leaves the house at 7:30 am, promptly arriving 15 minutes before the warning bell. With her mum AWOL and Arya needing to be delivered to her grandparents, Iz gets to Clayton Prep 15 minutes later than usual--too late for somebody trying to get into UCLA.

Izzie rushes to her locker. Her pre-Newton friends, who’re her current friends, wave and tell her to “hurry up.” Iz turns her lock clockwise, counterclockwise, clockwise in its familiar pattern, then opens the door. As she is switching out binders, her heart stops when she sees a folded piece of paper. A note from Newton? Not wasting a second, she grabs it and opens it. 

It reads, “Do you like me?” Two unfilled boxes are underneath, one with the word “yes,” the other with the word, “no.” There is no name indicating who wrote it.

Izzie’s heart pounds in her chest. Newton didn’t write it. This would, sadly, be the most exciting part of her school day. She stuffs the note in her pocket and makes her way to the library.

Student council is a new gig for Izzie. She has essentially reverted back to her pre-Newton self. Her old friends happily welcomed her back, inviting her to join student council in the process. There is Scarlet, who is like Regina George with less anger. She’s popular, bossy, mean, but she doesn’t mess with Izzie. Then there is Harmony, who is like Scarlet’s right-hand woman who does what Scarlet says. She probably has a personality, but Izzie hasn’t seen it, yet. Maybe Harmony will get a personality once she snaps. Lastly, there’s the new initiate who Iz is just getting to know. Her name is Mel, and she seems sweet. Why she’s hanging with Scarlet or Harmony is still a mystery to Izzie. 

Iz enters the room right before the bell rings, and pulls out a chair. Everyone is looking at her.

“So?” Scarlet mischievously smiles. “Any new news?”

“No.”

“No… notes?” Harmony jumps in. 

“Oh, yeah, but no name on it.” Izzie pulls the note out of her pocket, unravels it, and puts it on the table.

Scarlet snatches the note and examines it, while Harmony and Mel lean in.

“It’s from Brad. As in Nate’s friend, Brad.” Scarlet points to a previously unfolded piece with Brad’s name. The girls look giddy, all with wide grins on their faces. Well, at least Harmony and Scarlet are grinning, Mel looks uncertain. She likely has no idea who Brad is. Lucky girl.

Izzie sits on the other side of the table, not impressed. “Great. The best friend of the dickhead who lied and cheated on me likes me.” Iz starts fishing her binder and pens out of her backpack.

“Oh, come on, Iz. Chin up. This could be a great rebound for you. Also, it would totally make Nate jealous.” Scarlet and Harmony giggle.

Iz enjoys the thought of an angry Nate, too, but she mostly doesn’t care. “Can we not talk about Nate? I’d rather just get started.”

“Yikes. No help this morning, either?” Asks Scarlet.

Izzie shakes her head. Unfortunately, Scarlet and Harmony are very aware of Izzie’s home life situation. Iz had a moment of weakness months ago (pre-Newton), where she broke down and told them about having to look after her siblings. 

The girls are empathetic to Izzie’s situation, promptly starting the student council meeting. There is a school dance coming up that has Harmony and Scarlet’s attention. Iz zones out, thinking about how everything at Clayton Prep drags without Newton. It’s less interesting, less fun. She remembers the time she pretended Newton pushed her during their first sprint. Shame immediately rushes over her at the thought of the memory. Izzie was so certain Newton was just another over privileged rich kid.

“Iz?” Scarlet is staring at her.

“Yeah?”

“Wow, where were you? We’re voting on Mel’s idea. Should we ask for LGBTQ+ safe spaces in our next meeting?”

Izzie is caught off-guard. Usually, the conversations revolve around more trivial things, like dances and hem lengths on the girls’ uniforms. Her mouth moves before her brain catches up.

“Yeah, I support Mel’s idea.”

Scarlet raises her brow. “Okay, you two can brainstorm ideas for making safe spaces. Harmony and I will keep working on the dance.”

Mel turns to Izzie, “Thanks.”

“Yeah, well, Clayton Prep is supposed to be one of the more progressive schools, but I barely see any posters or anything saying it’s a safe space.”

Mel smiles and nods, “My thoughts exactly.”

Izzie feels her heart skip. Is that… excitement? Did something more interesting happen today than a jock’s secret love note? She tries to keep herself from smiling too wide while brainstorming with Mel, who is suddenly the only other person on her radar.

Later that evening

The first clue that her mum is back is the hunk of junk parked in the driveway. The second clue is the smell of pepperoni deluxe pizza that hits Izzie when she pushes open the door. Her mum always bought pizza as an “I’m sorry” treat. Iz walks into the kitchen with three large bags of groceries--groceries that she rushed to buy after school, so her and the kids could eat dinner at a reasonable time.

“IZZIE, my beautiful, gorgeous girl!” Her mum gets up from the table and gives her an exaggerated hug in front of Boyfriend Number… Six?

Iz doesn’t know if she’s high or not, and doesn’t care to find out.

“Hey.” She’s short as she puts away the food.

“This is Steve. Steve, meet Izzie, my oldest.” 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Steve almost sounds like he means it. 

It’s never worth her time to meet her mum’s boyfriends, so Izzie ignores them and puts away some pasta sauce and beans.

“Hey,” her mum’s tone flipped remarkably fast, “I raised you better than that--don’t ignore people when they talk to you.”

Iz has also learned, over time, that it’s best for her to preserve her energy when it comes to her mum. This is one of those battles that wasn’t worth her time.

She turns to Steve, expressionless, and says, “Hi,” then immediately begins to put away canned corn and soup. “So Steve, were you in the picture before or after my mum left without notice for five days?” 

No answer from either of them, but it doesn’t matter, the situation is disappointing enough already. Iz slams the cupboard shut and leaves to check on her siblings. She numbed herself the moment she walked through the door, anyway. 

Saturday morning.

Iz wakes up the next day to a bright, beautiful Saturday morning. She groans, not wanting to deal with her mum today, so she decides to go for an early run. Leaping into her hoodie and track pants, she pads down the hallway and into the kitchen.

“Hi, beautiful.” Her mum is sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.

Iz frowns and fills her water bottle. “Did you sleep last night?”

There’s a scoff and a shuffling of feet. “What does it matter if I slept or not?”

“You know it matters!” Izzie’s raised voice even surprises her. Insomnia is one of her mum’s symptoms when she’s taking too many painkillers.

Her mum doesn’t say a word.

“Where did you go?” Izzie presses.

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” Her mum gets out of her chair and leaves the room. Other symptoms include hostility and mood swings. Nowadays, it was difficult for Iz to pinpoint her mum’s “normal” level of agitation. She always seemed sad or angry.

Feeling the familiar anger rise in her chest, Izzie calls after her. “Wherever you were for the last five days, I hope it was worth it!”

Friday, two weeks after the party. Casey and Elsa.

It’s a normal day in the Gardner household, whatever normal is when Casey’s autistic brother understands her relationship with her ex-girlfriend through the lens of two gay penguins who adopted an egg. And now Casey is not with her ex (hence the term “ex”), so she’s wondering if there’s another example of a gay penguin that Sam can compare her to that doesn’t have a partner. Oh, and then there’s her parents who are living together but not technically together, but they sometimes go on dates...

Anyhow, Casey is readying herself for a run. She wolfs down some pancakes made by Elsa, who is doing her typical mum thing and staring too long at her daughter.

“What?” Casey asks in between mouthfuls of fluffy, syrupy deliciousness.

“Have you talked to Izzie, lately?” She asks because for over a week, Casey hasn’t been looking at her phone with a goofy smile on her face, or laughing to herself while staring at the screen. Something is up.

“Nope.” It’s a firm “no,” denoting that there’s nothing else to say about the subject.

Elsa is not convinced, but letting her kids come to her for support has been not only rewarding, but extremely successful, so she doesn’t press further.

“Uhm.” There’s a beat as Casey wonders whether she should continue or not. “I saw grandma yesterday.”

Elsa stops washing the plate she’s holding, and turns to face her daughter. “Oh. Where?”

“Outside the hair salon. I crossed the street and talked to her for awhile.”

“That’s good!” Elsa nods a bit too vigorously to sound convincing.

“Why don’t we see her much? I mean, like, what happened between you two? For real.”

Casey knows that Elsa and her grandma don’t get along, but Elsa has held back on telling her daughter the full truth. Painting her mum as an alcoholic, absent parent wasn’t how Elsa wanted her children to see their grandma. And, even though those days are in the distant past, they still stir up difficult feelings for Elsa. 

Maybe she was unwittingly selfishly avoiding this conversation? She used to tell herself to wait for the right time, and now seemed like as good a time as any. Especially with Casey opening up to her recently about her feelings toward Izzie. She usually went to Doug for advice, so to finally have “girl” time together was really special.

With that thought in mind, Elsa pulls out a chair and sits beside her daughter. She takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I didn’t get along with my mum growing up. She wasn’t around when she should’ve been. She’d drink too much, come home too late, and there was a lot to do around the house, because she was absent. She was often around...physically, she didn’t go on benders or anything, but she was mentally gone. A lot. Even now, it’s hard for me to be in the same room as her, let alone trust her.”

Casey sucks in a quick breath. Elsa’s eyes are watery, but no tears fall. “Oh.” Casey’s short reply feels stupid and lackluster. Speechless, she hugs her mum. For once, she feels very grateful for her mum’s presence, even if that presence is often bothersome.

“Love you.” Casey says before pulling away. 

“Love you, too.”

“Thanks for not being a giant, meddling Elsa earlier.” She smiles wryly before leaving her seat, then leaving the house for her run.

Saturday. Izzie talks to Evan.

She loves the feeling she gets when she is running, like all her problems are somehow smaller, because she can think clearly. Izzie’s feet hit the warm pavement rhythmically, taking her further and further from home. Sometimes she fantasizes about running and never turning back. She could be free, free to go wherever she wanted and be whoever she wanted to be. But that’s all they were--daydreams. She could never leave Jason, Alysha, or Arya. One thing she could do, however, was let her feet take control, at least for a little while. Which is why she eventually found herself at… Don’s Pizza?

You don’t want to be here, she thinks to herself. Evan works here.

She stands looking at the entrance while families peer over at the strange, lone person on the edge of the parking lot.

Fuck it, I’ll just sit down and buy a slice. Just because Evan works here doesn’t mean that this has to be a big deal.

Iz lets her feet walk her through the front door. He is there, of course, standing behind the counter, wiping it down with a washcloth. He hasn’t looked up, yet. She could still leave.

“Evan, customer at the door.” Someone barks from the kitchen.

As soon as his eyes meet Izzie’s, his face hardens, but he walks over.

“Hey.” There is an awkward pause. “Would you like to sit at a booth or the counter?”

Iz doesn’t skip a beat. “The counter.”

“Uhhm… that’s where I’ll be.”

“I know.”

His eyes narrow. “Look, I don’t think we should talk about Casey.”

Iz raises her eyebrow. “Oh, are you suddenly uninterested in her? That didn’t take long.” 

Evan folds his arms and sighs. He doesn’t want to stand in the doorway any longer, and he is a little curious as to why Izzie is here. The last time he talked to Casey, she told him that Izzie didn’t want to date her, almost like she had cold feet or something.

“This way.” He says gruffly while walking toward the available spot at the counter.

She follows him and pulls out the bar stool. Iz looks at the table while Evan stands behind the counter, the two saying nothing. 

“I think I made a mistake.” Izzie blurts. Her chest rises and falls. Was she sweating? “I never should have got between you and Casey. She deserves...I can’t give her what she deserves. My life is complicated and I’ll just get in the way of her and UCLA.”

Evan is leaning against the counter, his arms outstretched with the washcloth in his back pocket. “For someone who’s smart, you’re really dumb.”

“I know.” Iz covers her face with her hands. She is overwhelmingly embarrassed by confiding in the one person who likely hated her, and unbelievably distraught over missing Newton.

“What is the problem?” He’s exasperated. “She left me because she likes you more. When I was with her, she lit up when she talked about you! Casey was different around you, like you two were in sync or something. You’re an idiot for throwing that away.”

Izzie feels her eyes warm up from the tears. Evan sighs and looks right into her eyes. “Just go to her.” He waits a beat. “Please? Preferably sooner rather than later, so I can get back to work.”

A grin spreads across Izzie’s face and she hiccups out a laugh. “I’m not ordering anything.”

“Yeah, I gathered that. I’ll still take a tip, though.”

She smiles wryly and puts the only bill she has on the table. It’s $5. “That’s for stealing your girlfriend.”

“That’s…” For once in this conversation, Evan is speechless. “You know what? I have actual work to do, so…”

Iz pushes in her stool, feeling lighter than she did ten minutes ago. “You know, I think I’m starting to understand your appeal.” She switches to a more serious tone. “Thank you.”

Evan nods and does, in fact, get back to work.

[thinkingaboutrwby]

Myers Briggs-ing RWBY: Ruby Rose ENFP

Hello world!  I’ve decided to Myers Briggs all of the RWBY cast starting - obviously - with our main character.  Ruby Rose is any ENFP (Ne - Fi - Te - Si).  It’s a misconception that she’s an INFP (Fi - Ne - Si - Te), a type that has the same cognitive functions.  This post will prove how she functions as an ENFP and point out her traits that make her not so INFPish.  So without further any further delay: let’s start!

Cognitive Functions

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): Ruby operates first and foremost with Extroverted Intuition.  Extroverted Intuition is a perceiving (information gathering) function that deals with seeing theoretical possibilities and abstract connections in a person’s surroundings.  Essentially, Ne drives a person to seek potential from external sources and is open to alternate abstract ideas (for non-Myers-Briggs fans please message me if you want me to explain it some more).  Ruby has evidently strong Ne which shows probably most importantly in her battle strategies and her role as team leader.  Ruby is easily able to jump from one strategy to the next, improvising.  This is evident, for example in Vol. 1 when she comes up with the idea to launch herself at the Nevermore.  Another prime example is in the Vol. 6 fight against Cordovin.  When Oscar’s initial plan to take down Cordovin through her dust canon doesn’t work, she takes the plan (Ne) and changes it around so it does work, attacking the canon head on.  Ne also is what allows Ruby to see the potential in others and makes her a good team leader and give her inspiring and motivational speeches.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Ruby’s auxiliary function is a judging function (which allows a person to make decisions and conclusions based on information): Introverted Feeling which deals with a persons individual feelings and ideals.  Introverted Feelers are very aware of their own emotions and morals, and tend to be a bit individualistic.  As Fi is Ruby’s auxiliary function, it is also well-developed.  She obviously reflects and acts on her internal values.  She seeks to protect people, and to quote her in Argus Limited “not let anyone else die.”  Fi also causes Ruby to inspire others to similar individualism.  Her interactions with Penny and Oscar (telling Penny she is still real and telling Oscar he is his own person) being more evidence of Fi.  There are tons of other examples of Ruby being an Introverted Feeler but I think you’ll get it so I’m not going to bore you with the details.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): Ruby’s tertiary function is a judging function (which allows a person to make decisions and conclusions based on information): Extroverted Thinking.  Extroverted Thinking deals with making the external world more rational through procedures, planning, and logical structures.  Te is a blunt function, and can make the user a bit bossy or overbearing if used in an unhealthy way (which thankfully Ruby doesn’t really display).  As it is Ruby’s tertiary function, however, her Te is not as strongly used or developed as her first two functions.  It is clear that she does use it though more passively.  She’s a good leader, taking charge when necessary and giving logical suggestions to teammates and allies to improve battles.  Her Te actually put her at odds with Weiss when she was still trying to assert herself as team leader.  Ruby also looks for logical facts in her environment.  Another evident scene displaying Ruby’s Te was in V6 “So That’s How it Is” where everyone was reacting to Jinn’s vision.  Qrow and Yang were both relying on Fe (they both have Fe as their extroverted judging function, I’ll be typing them in a few weeks) and having harsh emotional reactions.  Ruby, instead, reacted using both Ne and Te.  She attempted to see another potential outcome in the situation through Ne (despite Oz’s lies can we still defeat Salem), and bluntly asked for facts from Ozpin.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Ruby’s inferior function is a perceiving function (for information gathering): Introverted Sensing.  Si allows the user to focus on subjective internal worlds of personal experience and compares and contrasts new experiences to past experiences and memories.  As it is her last function, Ruby does not firstly rely on Si nor has she fully developed it.  Ruby’s Si is evident, however.  A funny example of this is when in battle against Cordovin, she makes video game references to explain an idea to Oscar (Si comparing the past to the present).  Ruby’s Si also causes her to be nostalgic at times (she remembers all the good times at Beacon and uses her good memories to activate her silver eyes).  It also makes her prone to sticking to certain habits in battle - most notably her hand to hand combat weakness.  Her introverted sensing caused her to rely on Crescent Rose (a constant in battle to seek out) and not develop hand to hand combat skills.  Only after she failed her fight against Mercury and was prompted to train by Ozpin was she really ever able to break said habit.

Why is Ruby NOT an INFP?

I know I’m going to get some arguments against Ruby’s status as an ENFP as its the current consensus in fandom is that she is an INFP.  I understand how people came to this conclusions as INFP’s and ENFP’s share the same cognitive functions in a different order.  Additionally, Ruby characterizes herself as shy (especially in Volume 1), a trait commonly associated with introverts.

So I’m going to debunk this...

Its a misconception to think that only introverts are shy or socially conscious as Ruby was entering Beacon in Volume 1.  Everyone is shy; in fact extroverts could arguably be more prone to social anxieties as they primarily absorb and gain energy from their surroundings.  Ruby, specifically as an ENFP uses Ne to gain insight and ideas from her surroundings.  Ruby’s anxiety stemmed from a Ne-Fi function reaction.  Her Ne saw possibilities when going to Beacon: the good and the bad which caused her Fi to worry, giving her social anxiety.  An INFP would not have the same reaction.  An INFP would use Fi first and foremost and than Ne.  An INFP’s social anxiety would rise up from internal emotions or values being threatened which leads to worrying.  Its a small difference for sure but still present.  Additionally, ENFP’s as extroverted perceivers are more introverted than other extroverts as their judging function Fi is introverted.  Though Ruby passively gathers datas and creates theories through Ne as her first function, but acts on this data through Fi (a more visible function).  This also is likely why people confuse her as an INFP.

Another important observation of why Ruby is not an INFP is how she reacts when stressed.  When stressed, people tend to used their inferior function as a crutch, a sort of last resort in situations.  For ENFPs, the inferior function is Si.  For INFPs, the inferior function is Te.  In the few times we’ve seen Ruby stressed  or angry, she doesn’t attempt to blindly seize control as an INFP would with poorly developed Te.  She uses Te in a more healthy way as explained above by logically but generally calmly asserting control.  When stressed, Ruby withdraws and doubts herself, needing to revisit ideas and concepts ot invoke stability.  When upset about being team leader and interactions with Weiss in Volume 1, she withdraws, doubts herself, and seeks stability (Si searches for a common source of stability) through Professor Ozpin.

One last thing.  I know this isn’t necessarily hard evidence, but as an INFP, I don’t get the same connection with Ruby as I do with INFP Characters.  Reading novels and watching movies- I’ve felt an automatic connection and understanding of characters like the Little Prince or Zuko.  I automatically get the functions of their decisions.  Ruby, well, I understand her actions as she is a well written character and because I understand ENFPs, but I don’t get the same “I would do that reaction with her.”  She’s honestly less passive than I am or any other INFPs I’ve met for that matter (and trust me I know some internally wild INFPs).  Ruby in all honesty reminds me of one of my current ENFP friends who was quiet and unassuming before I got to know her but honestly one of the most ingenious, moral, and encouraging people I’ve met in my life.  ENFPs aren’t always the wild jumpy eccentrics we see in stereotypes, they are sometimes the most genuine people you’ll get to know: a lot like Ruby Rose.

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU AGREE!

[sevenincubistolemyheart]

Safe Haven

Au: Librarian! Jimin x Reader

Tag list: @xsunnyhoseokx @amiraclerenee

Rating: PG-13

Potential Triggers: Brief mentions of unease in the dark, and brief cursing!

Pairing: Librarian! Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff! So much fluff!

Length: 2.9k+

Summary: When the new librarian startles you while making tea on a cold winter day, you quickly find yourself warming up to him. As the storm grows worse outside, he quickly devises a plan to keep you warm and content, even when the power and heat go off.

Unlike other people who looked to coffee to give them their daily energy boost, tea had always been your go-to. Tea and books had become the perfect combination for whenever you needed comfort. There was nothing better than a light, sweet cup of tea and a fantasy novel as it rained outside your favorite little library.

There was something to be said for the expansive, seemingly never-ending library a few blocks up, but you’d always felt more at home here, in the more quiet, out of the way library. There was always noise in the other library which stopped you from becoming fully immersed in your novels as you wished to. So when you stumbled across this one, you quickly fell in love.

Sure, there wasn’t as many books, but there was plenty of stories even with the smaller selection. The atmosphere was always peaceful and calm, and the staff was consistently welcoming. It became your home away from home, and you quickly became family as you visited every day without fail. There was a room with an old school fireplace, of course, situated a good distance away from any bookshelves in its own little room along with several comfy chairs which became your safe space.

You stopped by for at least an hour every day after school, despite it increasing how long it’d take you to walk home from here. For Christmas last year you’d brought in one of those Keurig pod machines with a decent mix of hot chocolate, tea, and coffee pods, plus a few mugs and Suran had nearly cried from the happiness of not having to go out of her way to head Starbucks every morning just to get her coffee fix. All of the staff was super appreciative and pitched in every month to get more drink pods when they began to run low.

Currently, you were refilling your tea mug and reading while you waited for the machine to finish brewing. It’d been a long, boring day of classes and getting cat-called on your way here hadn’t done anything to improve your mood but you already found yourself calming down now that you were here.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know we had a Keurig here!”

The excited voice right next to you made you jump, an unladylike sound escaping your lips in surprise as you dropped your book, pouting as you realized you had definitely lost the page you were on. You bent down to get it, but another hand grabbed the book before you could.

“Ah, City of Bones huh? The Mortal Instruments is a classic for the Supernatural Romance genre.”

You blushed a bit, used to being judged for your reading preferences as you turned to look at the boy currently holding your book captive. He was cute, with purple hair he somehow made look casual and thin round glasses. His outfit was semi-professional since he was wearing a suit and tie, but he's definitely added his own flair with the dark green plaid jacket he was wearing and black jeans.  ��He raised an eyebrow at you and you flushed as you realize you’d been staring at him like an idiot while he waited for you to respond to his statement.

“Y-Yeah I totally agree. I love the series, this is actually my second read through since Cassandra Clare just released the next trilogy. I just want to make sure I’ve got all the characters and lore set straight in my head before I start the next series.” You rambled a bit out of embarrassment and turned to tend to your tea as the Keurig beeped.

“That’s right, I totally forgot A Queen of Air and Darkness dropped recently! I’ll need to pick that up. Anyway, the name’s Park Jimin. I’m guessing you're the girl that likes her tea more sugar than tea that my new coworkers have been telling me about?” He joked as he watched you stir a good amount into your cup before picking it up and turning to face him again, leaning on the table and taking your book from his hands as he offered it with your free hand.

A fond smirk tugged onto your lips as you laughed slightly. “Hey don’t knock it till you try it Jimin. Your coworkers only drink their coffee black to match their bitterness over my bomb ass tea.” You introduced yourself as well as he gave the most adorable giggle at your playful retort. “Well, we’re in the same boat then cutie. I’m a fan of sweet tea too.”

You looked over at Namjoon as he walked over to get his daily 8 cups of coffee a day. “You both are crazy, black coffee is the best. Your tounges are just defective. Anyway, rookie stop flirting with our favorite bookworm and get over here and help me restock these books. You can talk to her some other time, she’s here every day.” He said after he finished brewing his coffee, smirking at the blush that lit up the younger man’s face.

You rolled your eyes, lightly shoving Namjoon’s arm. “Good job Joon, you broke the poor boy.  Go easy on him, it’s his first day.” Namjoon chuckled, slinging his arm around the shorter boys shoulder as he steered him towards the book cart they would be dealing with. Jimin came to his senses a few seconds later calling back to you over his shoulder. “I’ll talk to you later if you’re still here!”

You shook your head with a wistful smile and took a sip of your tea as you headed back into your secluded room, the fireplace crackling peacefully as you made yourself comfortable and prepared to read the afternoon away. You set a quick alarm on your phone to remind you it was time to go home and were lost in the fantasy world of your book mere minutes later.

Sometime later you jumped as someone startled you by placing a hand on your shoulder out of nowhere, but sighed in relief as you realized it was just Jimin, a silly grin on his face. “You’re a jumpy one aren’t you?” He teased a bit, taking his hand off your shoulder. You bookmarked your page and turned to him fully. “Only when I’m reading. I tend to get lost in the world. Anyway, how’d book sorting with Namjoon go?” His nose crinkled as he pouted. “It was fine, he’s just a little bossy. It’s going to take some getting used to.” He admitted. You stifled a laugh at that, knowing very well how intimidating Namjoon could be if he had to after being here for so long.

“Don’t worry. He may seem like kind of a stuck up jerk, but he’s actually really sweet. He’s only so particular about books because he loves them so much. This library is his life, ya know? He built it from the ground up, so it’s very important to him.” You explained as Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? I had no idea.” He mumbled. You looked down at your alarm as it suddenly blared and quickly turned it off, smiling apologetically at Jimin as you gathered your book and schoolbag, taking the now empty teacup to wash it before you left.

“Sorry, that’s my cue to go home now.”

You headed to the door with the boy in tow and he snorted, looking at you like you were nuts. “No way. You’re gonna freeze to death out there! Did you even bring a hat and gloves?” He asked in a scolding tone, making you roll your eyes. “No, it wasn’t that bad out earlier, why would I have?” You asked as you headed to the tea station, washing your cup before drying it and placing it neatly back on the rack. “Maybe so you were prepared for the huge snowstorm that’s currently going on out there?” He sasses back, motioning to one of the large windows.

A quick glance confirmed your fear. Much as you hated to admit it, he was right. The wind was howling and no doubt ice cold and the snow would be flying right in your face from the speed. You couldn’t walk home in that storm.  “But the library’s going to close soon!” You mumbled worriedly, causing Jimin to perk up. He got an idea and headed over to the front desk where Suran was currently working and leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially. “Hey, can I stay here after closing with her? She walks home and I can’t in good conscience let her go out there without a hat, gloves or even a proper coat.”

Suran looked at you for a moment before she sighed and nodded, reluctantly. “...Fine. But only because I know her so well and trust her. Thank God Namjoon had to leave early today. Here’s the key.” She took out the key from her desk drawer and handed it to Jimin. “Make sure to lock up when you leave, and you’re on cleaning duty this weekend to make this up to me.” Jimin smiled victoriously and nodded. “Deal! Thank you so much Suran, I owe you!” She nodded with an amused smile and stretched, getting ready to head out herself as she put on her coat.

Jimin walked back over to you and you looked up from texting your family you’d be home late because of the storm. The smile on his face made you wary and you questioned him. “...What’s with the ear to ear grin Park? You’re kinda creeping me out here.” He smirked and let a key dangle from his fingertips. “I’ve got the keys, so we can stay here until the snow dies down and I can walk you home!” He said smugly, looking awfully proud of himself. The gesture was incredibly sweet and you found yourself smiling back at him.

“Thank you so much, that’s perfect! I can’t believe you pulled that off!” You chirped happily, and Jimin felt his heart warm at the innocent glee in your eyes.

Jimin all but purred at your praise and puffed up. “Never underestimate Park Jimin! I can charm anyone if it means keeping you safe and warm!” He said, pulling a superhero pose and making your happy giggle fill the air again. He was just thankful that he could convince you to wait it out, scared you were going to go out and risk getting sick.

As it turned out, the storm had no intent on slowing down and in fact only got worse as time passed much to your irritation. “Why is Jack Frost being such a dick? For the supposed Guardian of Fun he sure is sucking at his job…” You pouted but your grumbling only made Jimin’s eyes light up. “You know Rise of the Guardians? That’s my favorite movie!” He exclaimed making you smirk at him. “Somehow I don’t doubt that.”

Your light banter was cut short as the power suddenly went out, making you gasp as you were plunged into darkness, save for the small light from the fireplace. Besides that light glow, however, it was totally pitch black thanks to the winter months making the sky darken at a much earlier hour. Thanks to both of your phones dying an hour or so ago, and Namjoon’s hyper-fear of the books catching fire making sure no candles ever made their way into the library, any other sources of light were nonexistent.

“Welp. That’s what you get for provoking him.”

“Ow!” Jimin huffed as you thwacked him playfully for his comment, though there was a fond, if nervous, smile on your face nonetheless. He gently took hold of your arm after faintly making out your form and moved closer to the fire with you, feeling you begin to shiver as the heat was turned off along with the power. “Stay here.” He whispered to you quietly, moving to release you and leave you in front of the fireplace momentarily. “Where are you going?” He could detect the slight undercurrent of uneasiness and worry in your voice, and knelt down again, observing the way the flames made shadows dance across your face. He reached out and gently cup your face in his palm, keeping it there when you didn’t pull away, and instead leaned into his touch.

He looked into your eyes and whispered again, as if speaking any louder would awaken some great beast hidden within the shadows. “I’m just going to go get some blankets for us babygirl. Be good, and stay warm in front of the fire. I promise I’ll be right back. Okay?” He held out his pinky after pulling away from your face and you intertwined yours with his after a moment’s hesitance. He brought his thumb to his lips making your cheeks color at the intimate feeling of it all as you followed his lead and did the same. He gave you a cheeky grin. “There. Now it’s sealed with a kiss. I have to come back or you get to break my pinky.” You shook your head in disbelief of his antics but it had helped alleviate much of your unease, and you were thankful for that.

“Okay. But hurry back doofus. It’s not as warm without you next to me.” The confession slipped out from between your lips without thinking and you flushed in embarrassment but Jimin’s smile only widened before he got up and exited the room to go further into the darkness of the library.

It had only been a few minutes, but you were starting to get fidgety. Just as you were debating getting up to go and look for him, a blanket suddenly covered your head, making you squeal in surprise, much to Jimin’s amusement. “Did ya miss me princess?” He teased as he made himself comfortable once again beside you, cuddling underneath the blanket and gently pulling you into his side. You blushed, and probably would’ve pushed him away in any other circumstances, but he was just so warm and comfortable. You nuzzled closer into him and sighed in content and he aww’ed at you making you give him the finger.

He snickered, and you felt his body shake with his laughter. It wasn’t long before you were nodding off, the heat exuding from both the fireplace and Jimin getting to you as your eyes began to close. Jimin had been rambling on about something his friend Jungkook had done, but when he looked down and saw you sleeping peacefully against his shoulder, his eyes softened and he sighed in utter contentment. He slowly moved to lay down, gently positioning you so you were laying more comfortably against his chest, and placing the pillow he snagged from one of the chairs underneath his head.

He observed your sleeping form for a moment, clearly contemplating something, before he gingerly kissed your cheek. He couldn’t help it, you just looked so cute like this! Cheeks burning, he made himself comfortable and made sure you were fully covered by the blanket before closing his eyes and quickly falling asleep himself.

Namjoon walked into the library the next morning bright and early after getting a call from the power company that he should go and check that everything was working alright. He’d always been a night owl, but thankfully the second cup of black coffee in his hand was giving him enough energy to be somewhat alert. So, when he went to open the library door and found it unlocked a flash of panic went through him as he rushed inside, careful to be quiet in case an intruder was still around.

He crept around the all too familiar library and found himself confused as not a single book seemed out of place. As he made his way towards the secluded room, he quickly relaxed at the sight before him, stifling the groan he wanted to let out as he saw you sleeping peacefully on Jimin’s chest, while said boy held you close to him protectively.

He couldn’t resist taking out his phone and snagging a few pictures. Perfect blackmail material for Jimin. Revenge would be sweet. Almost as sweet as the way you made your tea. The idea that suddenly hit him made him grin wickedly. He checked everything was working, locked the doors and then left, leaving you two to sleep a little longer.

It was 2 weeks later when Jimin and you were officially dating that Namjoon struck. You were chatting casually with your new boyfriend about where to go for your planned date that night as you made your cup of tea as you usually did. As you went to grab the sugar, you found it filled not with sugar, but with coffee. You sighed, figuring someone had made a mistake, and opened the plastic container usually filled with the sweet spice, ready to fix it as you had in the past only to look down to and flush bright red in embarrassment at the post-it note on top of the coffee. Curious at your sudden lack of response and blush, Jimin looked your shoulder to read it as well.

‘In case your wondering, this is how bitter I was when I found you sleeping here overnight with the doors unlocked. Enjoy your tea without sugar for a little as punishment~ :)’

Namjoon snickered behind his own mug of coffee at your reaction, though he quickly swallowed as Jimin whirled, and quickly spotted him. Uh oh.

“You’re the one who posted the photo in the library group chat! I’m gonna kill you!”

Namjoon quickly ducked out of there, all while hiding a smug grin behind his mug.

Worth it.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Happy Ending

One-Shot from the “My Eyes” Universe.

Spoiler-y (and confusing) if you haven’t read the series.

My Eyes Masterlist

Request: @prettyyoungtragedy

Prompt: Frankie’s school D.C. trip makes a stop at the Smithsonian.  

Pairing: Dad!Bucky & Frankie; Dad!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Words Count: 2,796

Frankie looked at the airplanes in awe. She wondered what the thrill would be like to fly in some of the old models, completely exposed and feeling the wind in her hair. She’d convinced Sam and Rhodey to teach her a few things at the compound. But they wouldn’t let her take anything off the ground yet.

Suddenly Frankie’s enhanced hearing caught whispering. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she recognized immediately that she was the subject of it.

“Do you think she knows it’s here?”

“Has she seen it yet?”

“I wonder if it’s even true…”

“It’s the Smithsonian, you fucking idiots. Do you even know how much research goes into these exhibits?”

Frankie smirked as her best friend snapped at the other teenagers. She turned around just as the group of people were scurrying away and her friend, Taylor, came walking toward her. She was the complete opposite of Frankie: girly, short, and a little quiet, but feisty when she needed to be. She was a cheerleader and a rule follower too. But somehow the two of them just understood each other.

Frankie had gone from a cute child to a beautiful young woman. The super-soldier serum affected her similarly to how it did with Jimmy. She’d finally stopped growing once she hit 5’ll. She was strong, much stronger than she looked. Her mom always said she had the body of a ballerina. “Graceful and beautiful, but you don’t realize how powerful they are until you see them move.” Y/N had always told Frankie that when she complained about being taller than most of the boys in high school.

Frankie dressed not too differently than her father, always wearing dark colors and jeans. But she’d copied Jimmy’s style of grungy, band t-shirts and combat boots. And Frankie was rarely without her leather moto jacket. Despite her tomboy attire, she always kept her hair long. It was permanently wavy and windblown, like she just finished a photoshoot.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” Frankie sighed as she continued looking at the planes.

“They were being rude.” Taylor snapped.

“People forget who I’m related to… and the moment they get even slightly reminded of it, they freak out. I’m used to it.” Frankie shrugged.

Unlike her older brother, she was one of the popular kids. She didn’t have a clique; just her best friends and a charming personality. Frankie didn’t want the attention. She just existed and had an air around her that seemed to attract her peers.

“Did you know it was here?” Taylor asked gently.

Frankie’s brow furrowed and she finally looked away from the planes to fully address her friend. “Mom mentioned there was a museum once. But I never knew what one. It slipped my mind until I saw the signs outside when we walked in.”

Taylor’s expression softened. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Frankie nodded.

Together, they slowly made their way to the Captain America exhibit.

Luckily, most of the other kids from their school had rushed there first. Therefore it wasn’t crowded and Frankie didn’t have to worry about people watching her every reaction.

“The Living Legend and Symbol of Courage” was the quote as they entered.

A sad smile crept on Frankie’s lips as she was met with a giant mural of Steve Rogers.

“I’ll never get over how much your brother looks like him…” Taylor muttered lowly.

Frankie hummed in agreement.

The first sign of her father was in old footage playing on various screens. It was black & white, the film distressed and jumpy. He looked younger and… different. His hair was short and slicked back. His eyes seemed brighter and happier. He was smaller too; still muscular for the time, but nothing like he was after the serum.

Then Frankie turned around and let out a breath at the sight before her.

“A Fallen Comrade” with a giant etching of her father.

Frankie and Taylor quietly read the text that accompanied the mural.

“Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, depravation and torture.” A pit formed in Frankie’s stomach.

“…Torture?” Taylor gasped quietly. “Did he…did he ever tell you any of this?”

Frankie shook her head. “My dad…he thinks the less he tells me about that time, the more normal my life would be. He just always wanted me to see him like any other dad.”

Sometimes Frankie wondered how Steve would’ve parented Jimmy. Would he have ignored the questions like Bucky had ignored his daughter’s?

“I guess you could’ve just always googled it though.” Taylor commented.

“I never have.” Frankie retorted casually.

This made Taylor stop in her tracks. “Why the hell not?”

Frankie shrugged. “The internet is full of lies. Then there was the whole Accords mess. The media isn’t always nice to my family. No one knows the full story but my dad. I figured if I want to know the truth, I should hear it from him and no one else.”

Taylor slowly nodded in understanding.

When they kept walking, there was another mural of Bucky. This must have been a newer addition because it picked up after The Battle of Washington, D.C.

“The world was astounded to find that James Buchanan Barnes survived his fall in 1944, only to become the longest surviving prisoner of war in history. Barnes was forced into a new identity as Hydra’s The Winter Soldier.”

Frankie quickly looked away, not wanting to read the rest.

Taylor instantly noticed her distress and looped an arm with her’s, gently pulling them from the mural. She sat them on a bench that was near the display of all The Howling Commando uniforms.

“You okay?” Taylor asked quietly.

Frankie nodded, staring back and forth between the mural of Steve Rogers and her dad. They were the two men that had taken her mother’s heart. Y/N was more open talking about things than Bucky.

“The older I get, the more it makes sense that I love them both.” Y/N had said to her once. “Steve and your father were two sides of the same coin. They needed each other. Both born with the best of hearts, they were too reckless and selfless to look out for themselves. So they had to look after each other.”

“You think if the rest of The Howling Commandos managed to get frozen, you’re mom would’ve slept with them too?” A guy from their high school brought Y/N out of her head.

His name was Greg and he happened to be one of the burnouts at their high school. He rarely was in class because he was too busy skipping class and getting suspended. How he was able to even attend their class trip to DC was beyond her.

In the corner of her eye, Frankie saw a few of her guy friends start walking in his direction to defend her. They were all the star players of basically every sports team at their school. But she motioned with her hand for them to leave it.

Frankie slowly got up from the bench and smirked when the guy was reminded that she had a good few inches on him.

She raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, Greg. Do you want to say that again a little louder for me?”

Greg scoffed at her. “I asked if your mom would’ve slept with the rest of them if she had gotten the chance.”

Frankie smiled brightly at him and nodded. “That’s what I thought…” But the remark was immediately followed by her fist slamming into his face.

“What the fuck!” Greg screamed out as he clutched his now bleeding nose.

Her friends clapped and cheered.

Frankie leaned forward. “Next time you talk shit about my family, I’ll break it.” Her voice was a low and threatening whisper.

There was a chance she’d get in trouble for that one. If Greg was cowardly enough to tell on her, she’d most likely be able to charm her way out of it. Frankie didn’t go around picking fights like Jimmy had at her age. But she wasn’t one to back away from a fight either. Plus she had a way with words that her brother didn’t, and it managed to keep her record fairly clean.

“I wish you’d just done your Darth Vader choke…probably would have made him pee his pants in terror.” Taylor joked as they started walking out of the exhibit.

Frankie smirked mischievously. “You know I can’t, Tay.”

She groaned dramatically. “I know, I know. It’s against your mom and dad’s rules. No using your freaky superpowers against anyone unless it’s for self-defense.”

When she was around 10-years-old, Frankie got a life threatening fever, just like Jimmy. Her parents knew what to expect this time, but it still terrified Y/N and Bucky. A few days later, she started accidentally moving things in the room. Sometimes objects would randomly float in the air. There was even one time when Frankie accidentally shattered the glass in one of the training rooms at the compound. She refused to use her telekinesis for weeks after that incident.

Through help with her “aunts” and “uncles,” as well as other new Avengers, Frankie learned how to master her powers. With her telekinesis matched with her father’s super-soldier genes, Frankie was one of the world’s deadliest weapons. And she was only 16.

“Bucky, will you stop it with the pacing. You’re driving me insane.” Y/N snapped. He was aimlessly walking around her garden as she tried to pick vegetables. If he wasn’t pacing, he was shifting his weight and hands so much that he somehow still appeared to be moving.

“I’m sorry, doll.” He sighed.

“You said you were going to help me garden, so help me and stop worrying about her.”

“I’m not worried about her.” Bucky mumbled grumpily.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re such a bad liar. Go water the tomatoes while I pick these carrots.”

Bucky couldn’t stop his smirk. “So bossy…”

She laughed. “I know you love it.”

Just as Bucky finished watering a patch, his senses heard Frankie walking in the front door. He smiled to himself but managed to stay put. It was the farthest she’d ever gone without one of her parents accompanying her.

Frankie didn’t bother calling out for her parents. She always knew where to find her mom.

Bucky straightened up when his daughter came outside.

She gave him a look and carefully walked to him. Her face held a distant, yet heartbroken expression. Without saying anything, she wrapped him into a tight hug. Her face buried into his neck. She hadn’t held onto him like this since she was little.

“I love you, dad.” Frankie murmured softly.

“I love you too, babydoll.” Bucky replied instantly, holding her tightly.

Y/N read Frankie’s emotions, trying to figure out if something terrible happened. That’s when she put it together. There was no way her school hadn’t taken them to DC without going to the Smithsonian Institution.

“Everything okay, Frankie?” Bucky whispered to his daughter as he pulled away to look into her matching blue eyes.

She nodded with a shy smile. “I’m gonna go shower and unpack.”

Bucky nodded, but remained unconvinced.

Frankie quickly gave her mother a hug before going back inside.

Bucky looked at Y/N and silently asked for some sort of explanation.

“You need to talk to her.” Y/N stated firmly.

Somehow her words helped him figure it out.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “What am I supposed to say?” Bucky’s voice was desperate.

Y/N stopped her work and got back to her feet, walking over to him. “All she wants is the truth, Buck. She’s always going to love you. You’re her hero.”

To further reassure him, she gave him a loving kiss.

Frankie was in sweats with hair still wet, unpacking her bag when Bucky knocked on her door.

She said he could come in and continued moving about her room.

Bucky leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

She didn’t pause. “I’ve wanted to talk about it since I was a kid. It was you that never wanted to, dad.” Then she gave him an accusatory look.

“Frankie, I just…” He stopped to take a breath. “I just wanted you to see me as your dad and not the way the rest of the world does.”

She finally stopped to stare at him. “I’m never going to think less of you, dad.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say.

Frankie looked at the floor. “Did they really torture you?” She whispered.

Bucky saw how much his past was already hurting his daughter. But she deserved to hear his story. Because she was a part of it now. It brought him to Y/N and life gave them her.

“How about I make us some coffee and I’ll start from the beginning?” He finally answered. She nodded.

Bucky didn’t finish telling Frankie everything until long after the sun had set. Y/N stayed clear of the kitchen, knowing that the two of them needed to have this talk alone. If Frankie ever needed her to fill in the gaps, she would. But that would come later.

Bucky told Frankie about his time in the war, even before Steve got the serum and joined the army. He didn’t leave out the gory details after she gave him warning after warning that she didn’t want him to sugar coat it.

It got tougher once he got to the part when he got captured by Hydra. There was a twisted edge of happiness as he remembered The Howling Commando days. But that quickly disappeared when Bucky got to his assumed death.

Then it got even harder when he couldn’t tell her everything. Because he still couldn’t remember it all. Frankie’s face became more and more dejected as she picked out the patches of time that her father didn’t live. It was simply filled with a frozen sleep.

Frankie’s eyes started to water when he told her about The Accords and how Tony reacted when he found out what The Winter Soldier had done to his parents. After all this time and Tony’s forgiveness, Bucky’s eyes were still filled with guilt.

Once Bucky finished his story, the room went so silent that they both could hear the ticking of a clock coming from the other room.

“Dad, you have to realize that I don’t judge you for any of those things, right?” Frankie finally broke the silence with her whisper.

“Your mom and I wanted your life to be as normal as possible. I figured if I kept my past from you, then you’d have a better shot. I didn’t want my issues to affect you.”

Frankie nodded slowly. “I understand.”

But she still looked like her heart was broken after hearing everything her dad went through. Even her darkest imagination could never have come up with any of that.

Bucky reached across the table and gripped her hand tightly. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Frankie.”

“But-But all of that shit you went through… It-It’s terrible! No one deserves to go through that! Least of all you!” Tears streamed down her face as the words stuttered out. She had managed to keep it together through the story, mostly in fear that her dad would stop if he saw how upset it was making her. But now the floodgates were open.

“Hey, hey, hey…” Bucky gripped her hand tighter to get her attention. “You’re missing the most important part.”

Frankie squinted in confusion and sniffled to stop her runny nose.

“Everything that came after.” Bucky clarified. “I got your mom and Jimmy…and then we got you, Frankie.”

“If I’m the happy ending to your story, then I want to hear a new one. What a terrible resolution after all of that.” Frankie joked and roughly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

Bucky smiled at her teasing. “I have to firmly disagree, babydoll.”

“You have to say that; you’re my dad.”

He smiled and shook his head.

“We have a really fucked up family, you know that?” Frankie laughed, her voice filled with congestion after crying so hard.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we love each other any less.”

She nodded gently in agreement. “Come here.” He stood with his arms open. Frankie obliged and moved into his embrace. “I love you so much, Frankie. The three of you are always going to be my happy ending.”

“God, you’re such a cheesy old man now.”

So I had so much fun writing this. It was the easiest thing I’ve ever written, honestly. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love hearing from you guys so please review, reblog, and react <3

Shout out to @prettyyoungtragedy for the amazing request.

Keep em coming guys!

[sportsdorksimagines]

may i request a dna & hq matchup, please? thank you! my name's elizabeth & i'm a bisexual cisfemale, but i tend to be attracted more to men. i literally look like a perfect cross of anne hathaway and natalie portman, but i have a body like the model jada sezer. i'm 5'8. i'm a very intelligent person - i have a 148 iq. i spend a lot of time doing schoolwork though i don't study for tests. i'm the mom friend. i go out of my way & make friends with lonely people. i like to spoil my friends. (1/4)

i get passionate about the things i care about - i talk really fast, get jumpy & have very bright eyes. i’m adventurous & my goal is to visit every country in the world during my life. i’m ambitious & driven. my dream careers that i am working towards are usa ambassador, secretary of state & then president of the usa. i’m liberal in my political views. i am very good at public speaking, & introducing myself in new situations. i am told that i’m very “polished, elegant & refined”. (2/4)

i’m extremely confident but i have an inferiority complex because i spent my childhood feeling as if i was in my cousin’s shadow. i’m really bossy, stubborn & cunning. i get too competitive when challenged in a game - even if it’s just for fun. i like always being right so i go out of my way to prove that i’m right about things when it’s not necessary. i like to be in control of almost all situations - i don’t do surprises. i would rather be alone than with fake people. i’m an entj virgo (¾)

i’ve a very sarcastic, clever sense of humor. i’m a feminist/ debates are fun. i like thinking about challenges & how to overcome them. i love disney movies. shakespearean literature is my favorite! i love tea. i love musicals - both watching & being in them. i’m a mezzo soprano in vocal range. classical music is my favorite genre. i/m a good cook & i like to knit. i really want to be a mom. i love romance a lot. i love to cuddle. thank you so much, i’m sorry this was so long! (4/4)

we got a future president over here!!

# you go you 

(SORRY I HAD TO DO IT XD) 

also i love your  name ( not bcs i also associate it with queen elizabeth from 1600's i mean fshhh what it sjut that its a lovely name bruh and there's also a rad queen for it bruuuh just---)

also pls debate with me i love debates yes. bruuuh feed me with your arguments ..

PEOPLE GO VOTE FUTURELY FOR THIS LADY HERE OKAY, SHE'S RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT.^^

also since you wanna be the very best, let me just put this ash ketchum hat on you * puts cap on your head

Your match ups are.....

DAIYA NO ACE

NARUMIYA MEI

ta dam! you got inashiro’s ace, Mei-chan! 

Why:

okay, at first i was gonna pair you up with someone else, but then i reread it over and over and bruh. do you see how this boy stalks miyuki like he would totally go after you bcs you have such unique attributes just like that pretty boy catcher like RUN FAST HE’S GOING AFTER YOU!!

okay first of all, both of you share this brainstorming intelligence although since you’re much more brainy than him he totally would want you by his side, and would go to the deepest of the hells or the ends of the earth for it. don’t challenge him seriously dude. dont.

THE MBTI MAN. JUST BRAINSTORMER COUPLE?! YES. HELL YEAH.

just please enlighten him with your very detailed argumens and debates. you’re sassing someone out? he’s there in that background cheering for you like ‘ yea take that dumbass out babe! tell them what you’re made of! ‘

usually this depends on the maturity of the person, ad i dont pay much attention to it, but zodiac signs do matter a bit because elements play a bit in the game and the fact you’re both earth signs means you both understand each other’s realistic views and are down to earth. (ba-dum-tss)

he might try to counter you and sometimes clash on views but since you are 95 % of the time sassing him out with your facts and arguments he cant win and he’s like ‘ huh...okay you win this one, i can’t ....anymore.

he’s such a perfectionist too like bruh sometimes you will need to tell each other to catch a break.

sarcastic witty humor? that’s music to his ears. bring it in all the time he needs to share his salt with someone.

he’s going to ask you to sing him lullabies to sleep once he finds out about your talent. 

showing you off to teammates will be often common and even to his rivals: ‘ YOU WISH YOU HAD SUCH AN AMAZING MULTI-TALENTED AND SMART GIRLFRIEND AS I HAVE! “

cuddling? disney movies? okay, bro you have it. he’s in for the game for the whoooole day. - and will probably cry / laugh more than you.

“ I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING! “

other possible match ups: kominato ryosuke, isashiki jun.

HAIKYUU!!

OIKAWA TOORU

okay but listen up to me fam-

not going much on zodiac here but you’re both emotional types - cancer and virgo. so you’d get it off okay?

you both are brainstormers, thus again being that one of the main reasons i matched you up becuase oikawa would be a great listener to your debates and want to invest time arguing with you on them. like bruh such brain orgasming its not even a joke.

before looks, brain counts to him a lot. like a lot, and the fact you’re a very cunning and smat individual yourself has him in too deep. easily.. 

not to mention style and attitude. and you have both so...what else can he ask for?

he can be so salty like, yes, please enlighten him of your salty jokes , and clever humor, and sarcastic remarks, he will share his with you too

 once he hears you sing the first time he will actually have to ask iwaizumi to pinch him. he's in a dream? has he gone to heaven? he's such a lucky man.

now he wants you to cuddle him while watching disney movies or reading books and sing him a lullaby.

" you like shakesperean literature? really? i thought no one in this age would like it. is it good? "  

other possible match ups: konoha akinori, kuroo tetsurou