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endsbloody · 1 year

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TYPES OF PEOPLE — MBTI TYPES

istj: tiny silver earrings, ice cold gazes, neat desk space, fancy quill pens, PRACTICAL THINKING, graceful movements, GLASS SHARDS, cold showers, round glasses, WORKING ALONE

estp: STREET SMARTS, sneaking out, “just one more”, partying with strangers, endless energy, MISCHIEVOUS SMILES, FLUORESCENT LIGHTS, colored smoke, dramatic at times

istp: CLOUDY SKIES AND LONELY DAYS, cracking your knuckles, throwing off a hat, scattered papers, knows what they want, jigsaw puzzles by a fireplace, rough sketches

entp: INDEPENDENT THINKER, leather jackets with patches, devils advocate, LIGHTING A MATCH, wide smiles, LIKELY TO START A REBELLION, raised eyebrows, fiery sunsets, SLAMMING A DOOR

isfj: disney movies, big hugs and dimpled smiles, knows when you’re upset, fresh baked cookies, pillow fights, never forgets a birthday, roller skates, just wants to be a kid again

entj: protest signs, bold makeup, feeling invincible, dark chocolate, LOWKEY A WORKAHOLIC, running to an appointment, staring contests, loud voices, BREAKING GLASS, spilled wine glasses

isfp: a soft breeze on a summer day, acrylic paints, NOT EASILY SWAYED, “save the bees!”, drawing by yourself, doesn’t like making decisions, flower crowns, finding inspiration in little things

estj: dawn, KNOWS WHEN TO TAKE CHARGE, always on time, BULLET JOURNALS, SHARP GAZES, swinging your feet over an edge, candid photos, overcoats, skyscrapers, gripping a chain link fence

infj: abstract art, spiral staircases, CRAVES DEEP CONNECTIONS, STARGAZING AND WONDERING ABOUT THE UNIVERSE, EXPLORING ABANDONED HOUSES, FRECKLES, libraries with high ceilings, bottled messages

esfp: the thrill of being onstage, loud laughter, THE AIR BEFORE A THUNDERSTORM, after-parties, DRAMATIC ENTRANCES, POLAROIDS ON A WALL, bubblegum, big friend groups, always has something fun planned

infp: MISTY SPRING MORNINGS, reading by a window, CONCERNED FOR THE FUTURE OF OUR PLANET, random acts of kindness, green tea, daydreaming in a meadow, wishes they were alive in another time

enfp: bright eyes, confetti and sparklers, NOT AFRAID TO STAND UP FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVE IN, cheering for a friend, SPONTANEOUS ADVENTURES, unique fashion sense, stray pieces of glitter

intj: graphite smudges, collared shirts, the sound of rain, rulers and protractors, ALWAYS THERE TO LISTEN, white bedsheets, OUTWITTING SOMEONE IN A GAME, coffee breaks

esfj: the smell of baking bread, mom friend, WILL STICK WITH YOU UNTIL THE END, striped sweaters, vintage cameras, climbing a tree, golden hour, ALWAYS THERE TO TALK TO

intp: marble, goofing off with a few close friends, empty sketchbooks, DEEP THINKING, SECRETIVE, old unfinished projects, waking up in the middle of the night with an idea

enfj: cities at nighttime, TIGHT HUGS, DETERMINATION, JUST WANTS TO HELP PEOPLE, staying up all night with your friends, candy stashes, heartfelt conversations, TV AND RADIO STATIC

#🍔 about. » driver picks the music.

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crimes-punishment · 4 years

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No one:

Me: an INFJ trying to convince myself that I am an INFP because the entire mbti community says that most "Infjs" are just mistyped infps.

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me-is-an-intj · 5 years

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INTJ: I am darkness. I am the night. The compassion I once possessed has shriveled away into nothingness, along with what used to be my cold, black heart.

ENFP: Yesterday you picked up three shopping carts in the parking lot and put them away. They weren't even yours. They weren't even near your car.

INTJ: I AM DARKNESS

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ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is · 3 years

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(1/8) All right, here’s my first go at a full-fledged type me ask *cracks knuckles.* I’m an introverted 5, but I’m unsure about everything else. I’m currently 19 + 1/2, so it might be a little more difficult to type me. I also have feelings of derailment from who I was in high school (class clown who trolled people who I hated + mental health crashed in my senior years), but I think we can zero in on a type using my current habits.

(2/8) I major in Computer Science; I chose it because I want to be in a discipline that’s somewhat abstract/theoretical (I’m uncomfortable doing work with my hands) but still affects society and the material world. I usually don’t struggle with reaching deadlines unless I’m feeling very low. I enjoy competition more than almost anything else and love the feeling of being on top, whether it be sports (I hate exerting myself, but I love the image of physical power), academics, or video games.

(3/8) Incompetence is my biggest fear; when I see anyone who tops me at anything, I harbor jealousy. Instead of expressing it, I use it as a motivational tool to improve. My 2nd big fear is ignorance, I don’t want to blind myself to the facts and act on delusional thinking, so I try my best to change my mind when presented with evidence that contradicts my beliefs. I often hold grudges for extended periods of time.

(4/8) I have a strong dislike for reinventing the wheel and I tend to be accidentally overcritical. I struggle to express affection, but I have the people-reading ability of an average person. Despite me having these traits I strongly dislike when other people are abrasive towards others and scold them for it. I try my best not to judge people’s identity and find myself grouping with other ‘misfits.’ I love obsessing with some shows and games but hate the idea of being an unconditional fan.

(5/8) Being a fan of a person is alien and somewhat disturbing to me. I went to a predominantly right-wing Christian high school. However, most of my beliefs contradict what is taught there. I didn’t purposely construct my beliefs to contradict what’s commonly believed but they kind of just ended up that way. I have a moderate interest in social justice (probably because I’m a visible minority) but I’m not a real activist because I donate and inform more than protesting.

(6/8) When arguing I always try to get the last word. I prefer to point at concrete facts to change people’s mind because they’re irrefutable. I’m told that I’m unapproachable/weird/anti-social, I don’t try to be so I must have bad people skills. At the same time people say that I’m funny so I’d say that’s my best social quality. I prefer to have a small number of very close friends and try to keep friends that I already have for a long time, but I ghost them if they slight me.

(7/8) Deep down, in the squishiest depths of my core lies a wish to be successful that is opposed by the temptation to lie down and do nothing but sleep or play video games (sometimes I lose the desire to even eat). The lazy side has yet to completely screw me over but often takes over at my lowest points (to absolutely nobody’s surprise T_T). It is very difficult for me to function without a higher purpose or something fulfilling to work towards.

(8/8) To the cost of my health, I often don’t notice hunger, resulting in me getting grumpy and unfocused without noticing why. On the same day I wrote ask, I noticed I was hungry while working and started the oven, then continued working, forgot I was hungry and left the oven on, flooding the kitchen with smoke! When I’m bored or stressed in public I completely disassociate for unknown periods of time (JUST noticing that I should tell a doctor about this -_-). I often forget to do chores.

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Hi anon,

Setting aside that yeah, get the dissociation checked out and also the thing about friends’ slighting you, this screams 3, not 5, in every single syllable. You probably have a 9 fix, you may have a 5 fix, and your MBTI type and whatever may be going on psychologically are probably influencing some feelings of laziness but if your fears are being bested and incompetence and you’re extremely competitive you’re a 3.

The MBTI type is somewhat hard to pin down and again, do figure out what’s going on re: both dissociating and the cutting off friends immediately when they slight you. Several people, myself included, have made the joke that anyone who sees the 8-question limit as a vessel to fill to the brim and not a maximum that they are cordially invited to try not to achieve is probably a high Ne user but I’m not entirely sure. You say you’re comfortable with deadlines, you dislike reinventing the wheel, and while you like arguing you tend to point to irrefutable facts rather than pure logic, which makes me think the NTPs don’t fit, and you definitely have a lot of traits that point more towards intuition (preference for theoretical, dislike for physical exertion, tend not to focus much on what’s going on around you).

I do know NJs, and at least one NJ 3 in particular, who despite seeming highly motivated and driven, have said if they didn’t have that constant need to be the best and/or had achieved some significant level of success already they would love to just laze around all day, so I would actually look at that, particularly if the nature of your mental health stuff involves some form of executive dysfunction. The tone of this seems fairly extroverted, and high Te matches the disinterest in reinventing the wheel/not super people-oriented/irrefutable facts more than high Fe, so I would take a look at ENTJ. Based on your description of yourself when younger I don’t want to totally rule out ENTP, so I’d review that as well, and comparisons of Ti/Te and Ni/Ne might be useful in figuring out which is a better fit.

#the good thing about this post is it reminded me of the glorious parody of the infj door slam #namely the entp lamp throw #truly one of the greatest jokes the mbti community made #after the unintentional copypasta genius of i an intj #anyway #mbti #enneagram #enneagram 3 #Anonymous

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lynnwriting · 5 years

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Raging INFJ

For all my fellow conflict hating, door slamming, pure cinnamon roll #INFJs out there, this one is for you. Let me know what you think, your own struggles and stories! #INFJproblems #MBTI #HSP #musings

You know what stereotype of INFJs I hate most? The one which says we’re special snowflakes, rare unicorns, or pure cinnamon rolls which must be protected at all costs because we hate conflict and run at the sight of blood.

B.S.

Okay, yes, sure. I admit to hating conflict, but only when it’s petty, unresolved, malicious, etc. Conflict which seeks to destroy, not to establish truth.

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#authenticity #bullying #conflict #door slam #HSP #INFJ #INTJ #love #MBTI #Musings #self-love

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autodidactlife · 6 years

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#intj things #intj thoughts #intj #door slam

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introvertobviously · 7 years

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The INTJ Disconnect

INFJs are known for their "door slam." I'm an INTJ and my husband is an INFJ. I've seen his version of the well-known door slam, and I've experienced my own. Personally, I don't do a "door slam." IMO, that indicates that one is being cut off, but there may still be lingering emotions about the situation. For instance, a family member may finally cross that line they've been toeing, and an INFJ (in my experience) will say, "Enough is enough." They'll walk away from the situation, but the pain of it still bothers them. In my case, I'll battle for long periods of time with making the decision to end things, but once it's made, it's like a switch goes off. I have no emotional ties to you or what's happened. I actually call it my INTJ Disconnect. Because that's literally what it is. For example, I had a very close friend go the span of 18 months, gradually changing in a way that was harmful to our relationship. Because she was one of the closest friends I'd ever had, I spent that year and a half struggling with the turmoil I felt about the crumbling relationship. One day, I realized our paths were taking us separate directions, and I needed to let her go. After I consciously made the decision, my emotions became entirely separate. I still see or speak with her from time to time, but there's no emotion tied to her whatsoever anymore. My switch has been flipped, and I haven't second guessed my decision since. Hence, the INTJ Disconnect.

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years

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Hello! I'd like to hear more about your thoughts on the INFJ "door slam" phenomenon if that's okay.

First of all, I find it weird that it's solely used for INFJs, so much so that you don't need to specify that it's an INFJ when discussing it.

I think the description makes sense, since INFJs are Ni-doms, they can have a moment of realization that this person is not good and cut them out. However my problem is that, other types do this too? Foreseeing that somebody is not good by noticing warning signs is not exclusively an INFJ trait, or even exclusively a Ni-dom trait.

INTJs are also Ni-doms and would likely feel less obligated to stay with someone they thought might be bad news, given their lack of Fe and high Te. In fact, I'd say in my experience I've witnessed mostly xxFPs doing 'door slams' to people, trying their best to deal with someone and then snapping and shutting them out of their life for good when finally pushed too far (low te), and holding a grudge.

I've known INFJs that put up with far too much, and act very accommodating even when it's in their best interest not to be.

You are 100% accurate. "Door slam" behavior relates to Te, not Fe. Fi and Te have areas people are not allowed to cross, and after a while of that happening, they WILL shut people out -- sometimes without an explanation -- they are "done." IFPs do it the most, but I've also seen ITJs do it. FJs (and TPs) don't just start ignoring your texts, they explain themselves or feel like they should understand why you are acting in this way, thinking that way, etc. It's a "gentler" process (or sometimes, a more confrontational one, depending on the Fe user).

#question #mbti

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mbti-enemies · 3 years

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INTP *runs into intjs rooms and slams door shut*: Quick, hide! it’s coming...

INTJ: ???

INTP: *whispers* i think it found us

INTJ: wh-what did..

ENFP : *suddenly bursts through door with party hats* HEYYYYYYYY GUYS

INTP: *points to enfp with a look of horror* my worst nightmare .. SoCiAL gAtheRinGs

#intj #Intp #enfp #mbti types #mbti #mbti convo

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creativity-is-rebellion · 3 years

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✂️💁🏻‍♀️🤘🏼🙅🏻‍♀️ The equivalent of the INFJ door-slam is the INTJ shut-out. You were never fully “in” in the first place #youaintthatspecial

#snip snip #quoteoftheday #original quotes #intj personality #intjfeelings #mbti intj #intj thoughts #intj things #mbti personality types #creativityisrebellion

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infjjunkie · 2 years

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A Blog for Those With the Personality Type INFJ

The INFJ personality type is one of the most uncommon Myers-Briggs personality types. Introverted-iNtuitive-Feeling-Judging is the acronym for Introverted-iNtuitive-Feeling-Judging. (Extroverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Perceiving are their polar opposites.) This personality type is well described here. INFJ is the most uncommon of the 16 Myers-Briggs personality types, accounting for only 1% to 3% of the population. As a result, INFJs frequently battle with feelings of being strange or odd, and as a result, they typically hide substantial aspects of their personalities from others until they feel comfortable enough to show their actual self.

INFJs in Relationships

INFJs are typically drawn to people who share similar values and interests. They may be attracted to individuals who have similar personality characteristics, such as an appreciation for art and spirituality.Because INFJs are so sensitive, they may find it difficult to be open and honest with their relationships from the start. This can create tension and difficulty in developing a strong connection. Despite this, INFJs are usually loyal and passionate about their relationships.

INFJ Strengths:

INFJs are often thought of as being the most mysterious and complex personality type. This is because they have a lot of strengths that make them unique and special. Here are five of the most common INFJ strengths:

1. They are great at taking care of others. INFJs are often very caring and compassionate people, which makes them excellent caregivers. They are able to put their own needs second in order to take care of others, which makes them great advocates for those who need help.

2. They are highly analytical thinkers. INFJs are capable of deep thought and analysis, which makes them good problem solvers. They can see things from many different angles, which helps them come up with creative solutions to difficult problems.

3. They have a strong intuition. INFJs have a strong sense of intuition, which allows them to know what is going on inside people's heads even if they don't say anything aloud. This ability can be very helpful when it comes to understanding people's motivations and feelings.

4. They are excellent communicators. INFJs are natural-born leaders and Communicators, which makes them great advocates for their beliefs and ideas. They can easily connect with other people on an emotional level, which helps them build relationships that last long-term.

5. They are excellent at managing stress levels. Because INFJs tend to be highly introspective, they experience a lot of stress both emotionally and mentally throughout the day/week/month/year.

INFJ Weaknesses:

EXTREMELY SENSITIVE

Being sensitive to other people's needs is a positive thing, but INFJ doesn't always handle challenges to their ideals or principles calmly. When their motivations are questioned or they are challenged, they react emotionally and feel assaulted, and they withdraw into their own world.

EASILY OVERWHELMED

Whatever INFJ accomplishes, they do it with entire dedication and zeal. Following them might be laborious and exhausting because they require an organizing pattern with precise procedures and details. If they don't balance their goals with reality, their need for perfection and idealistic principles can quickly burn them out

WHEN FACED WITH CRITICISM, They are easily OFFENDED.

Okay, no one enjoys being criticized, but for INFJs, it takes on a more personal tone than simple criticism. Their vulnerability to criticism may result in heated arguments and an inability to deal with current circumstances.This can result in a circumstance known as the INFJ door slam, in which an INFJ entirely closes off a relationship with another person.

Conclusion

INFJ personality type is one of the rarest personality types. It is estimated that there are only 1% of people who have this personality type in the world. There are 2 subtypes of INFJ, INTJ, and INTP. However, most people think that INFJs are introverts who share their feelings with few close friends or family members and avoid socializing a lot. If you want to know more about INFJ, then you can visit Psychology Junkie.

#INFJ personality type #INFJ

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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Hey Tani! I’d like to be apart of your game and send in a request for Marvel please. I’d like everything you have to offer me.

Facts about me: My pronouns are she/her, I’m 5’5, I’m black, I have short black wildly curly hair. I have deep brown eyes often mistaken for black. I’m a Libra Sun, Leo Moon, Capricorn Ascendant, Leo Venus, Scorpio Mercury, Sagittarius Pluto, and MC Scorpio. I’m sassy and sarcastic. I’m an INTJ. I’m really funny and creative. I get jealous easily. I have a hard time with my emotions and being vulnerable to others. I also have really bad coping mechanisms. I might potentially have anger issues. I have trust and commitment issues. I can get very clingy. I’m pretty straightforward, but sometimes I’ll hide how I feel to appease others. I’m very intelligent. I’m an introvert, but once I get know you and feel comfortable around you I’m very silly, loud, and chaotic. I’m pretty tough. I’m really passionate about things, maybe because a lot of things really resonates with me and I’m able to find a real life connection with things sometimes. I like to think I’m romantic. I’m often daydreaming. I can be arrogant, narcissistic, and selfish at times. I usually see and assume the worst of people before anything else.

Likes: Music, dancing, singing, cooking, writing, drawing, researching, and reading. Food, cherries, roses, Disney World, Disney, binge watching. Nature, especially water. Doja Cat. History, Science, Language Arts, Psychology, Biology, and Astrology.

Dislikes: Messes, drama starters, people quick to anger, slackers, people less efficient than me, people who try too hard, people who think they’re better than others, eggs, sushi, and seafood.

Hii Alex!! I'm so happy you're participating . You added the info about wearing glasses and loving cats , so here you go !!

Thank you for participating !

Your power is

High IQ

Definitely , I don't have any doubts . This suits you very well . Your high IQ will definitely bring you into limelight . Your IQ will be very helpful to the Avengers for creating new stuffs and things , new suits , new theories , etc . You'll be a very great addition in the team . I'm very sure you'll have a suit designed for yourself . Your IQ might even overtake Bruce and Tony , Peter too . They all will always consider you as their best lab partner and will wait for you do that you all could start working together. You will be one of the brightest Avengers ofcourse and also to add , your decision is going to matter a lot . Sometimes everyone might even go with it because you calculate everything and then declare your decision .

Your life with the Avengers

so , your backstory . Being a member of a very normal family , you never expected yourself to be so different until you were answering tough questions of high standard science in middle school . Your IQ was very appreciated by your school , your parents , your friends and the world . And so from Tony Stark and the Avengers . But , since your IQ was very high , you wanted to do further studies . Asking your mom and dad for funds , they couldn't provide you , which angered you very much . Setting out for an internship , you came across Tony Stark . Ypu joined them in the age of Ultron movie and fitted very well int he group . All of them adored you and you liked them back . But soon , you found someone who was so good to you , Natasha (okay I know I shipped you earlier and it was Nat as your bestfriend but right now , I'm leaning more towards Peter Parker as your bestfriend) . So nat was a good friend but meeting Spiderman in civil war , go you a bestfriend , Peter !!

You and him , both were in the bus when his senses tingled . He nudged you and you both launched towards the strange looking spaceship as soon as Ned created the disturbance . You summoned your suit from the Avengers tower and readied yourself for the fight .

Soon , you ended up from following Peter into the spaceship despite Tony's order to fighting the strange creatures in the war beside Black Panther, Captain and Nat . You fought bravely , until everything fell down and people started disappearing . Wishing Peter and Tony (also the rest) to be alive , you went back with the team . Getting to know that your bestfriend disappeared and your lover was in pieces , you set out to bring Peter and others back .

Succeeding in it , you were with Tony throughout the Endgame . Ending the war happily , you smiled at Peter and Tony . Returning back with everyone , almost everyone alive , you locked yourself in the room to handle your crazy emotions over the loss of Natasha and others .

Your bestfriend would be

Peter Parker !

"How in the earth did you-" Peter huffed while speaking this . You both had challenged eachother on who would finish the reaction first . And guess what ? Who had won it . Peter slammed the book shut , sad at his loss . You smiled at him teasingly and spoke "So , Spiderboy" you smirked . According to the challenge , if he would loose it, you'd call him spideyboy , which he hated ofcourse . But you also loved him as a friend . You couldn't see him sad ofcourse . Clearing your throat , you began singing a song which was slow and happy . He smiled a bit with his head down . You got up manly and offered him your hand , asking him to dance . He took it , half laughing already . Okay , for a few seconds you both did dance , sophisticated . But later , you both were dance juggling your bodies at your own wish , doing weird steps and jumps to make each other laugh . Ending with this , you both plopped down on the bed with a smile and another beautiful memory in your brains . You slowly got up and walked to the kitchen of Peter's home , exiting his room . Taking in your hand-made dish you had made for the meet-up you and Peter had , you carefully walked up . Peter had already smelled the food and was all excited to execute the plan in his brain . As soon as you opened the door , the plate in your hand was smashed right on your face .

After a 'small' fight and cleaning the mess , you were back in the kitchen but with Peter this time ..

Your s/o would be

Tony Stark !

You smiled at the thought of working with Tony alone today . Bruce was on a holiday since he wanted to go on a date with Natasha . Entering the Avengers tower and greeting F.R.I.D.A.Y , you walked to the lab . Surprised at not being greeted by Tony , you looked around the empty lab , expecting Tony to be in a corner , working on something . But nothing , except for a note on your workspace . It said

'Find the code : Iodine Livermorium Yttrium , 111 '

You sat with the note , confused as hell . Trying the atomic number , adding them , subtracting them , adding the half , subtracting the other and every other pattern , adding up the atomic weight , doing every arithmetic possibility with them but nothing. You got nothing until your brain told you to see it alphabetically and not numerically . Checking it out with detailed eyes , you figured out only one thing , which wasn't possible. 111 indicated checking the alphabets of the number in each word . Writing them down, you noticed 'I L Y' the abbreviation of I love/like you . For a second, your excellent mind went blank , only possibilities it could see was either someone had got to know about your feelings for Tony or maybe Tony wanted to say this to you . You ran your hand through your short hair in frustration , removing your glasses for a while . Suddenly , the door of the lab opened again, revealing the man which made your face go pale . You weren't able to move , but he was being so casual . Smiling , moreover smirking , he spoke "Did your cat catch your tongue ?" . Before you could reply , he walked over to your desk , peeping over your shoulder and speaking "Oh , so you figured it out huh? I thought you wouldn't get it until I return from setting up our date .."

Now , I'll leave it to you if you wanna say yes or no ◉‿◉

I hope you liked it !

Thank you for participating !

#tani plays games #game for you all #tony stark #tony stark x reader #avengers life #marvel avengers #avengersedit #marvel ships #marvelheroes #marvel #peter parker x fem #peter parker x tony stark #peter parker #peter parker x platonic!reader #ship request #ship requests #send in requests #Alex✨

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neverendingstories00 · 3 years

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a winnix! found family au with easy company as kids part one out of a million!!

hi, hello! i’m back on my bullshit again. the creativity train had once stopped at my brain. I may have a thousand wip’s but tonight I’ve decided to focus solely on this one. also a ton of credit to @apairofwingsforme for rambling with me about this idea, thanks buddy! anyways, my mind is literally a terrifying place 😁 please send help. i’m literally at my breaking point

Also this is part one out of..a lot! I wanna write a fic of this, but school is a bitch. This is just winnix at the moment, but I promise I’ll start talking about easy company as kids and how chaotic it is. Literally. Child! Luz is going to be a little monster. But hey, only seven more weeks!!

It's a modern au. Both dick and Lew have been married for seven years and are happier than ever.

Okay! But before the found family part, time for the backstory!

dick and lew both met in college when there were in the same intro to marketing class. dick was struggling in the class and absolutely despised Lew, who he stereotyped as a “typical New Yorker '' as Dick donned his bean boots and flannel shirts. However, Dick learned not to make assumptions about people. Their study sessions would turn into long conversations about the newest episode of Mad Men, their families in Lancaster and Manhattan, etc. Dick and Lew grew to be best friends.

Dick felt strange around Lew. He wanted to hate him, but he couldn't. He would catch himself staring at Lew for too long and a strange feeling in his stomach. Lew caught onto this, but said nothing. He was overthinking it. Dick was the poster catholic boy with his outfits head to toe from LL Bean, carried a tiny bible in his backpack, etc. Lew knew Dick was too good for him. Besides, there was no way he would be gay.

One thing led to another and the complicated relationship between Dick and Lew changed. Dick had sworn off alcohol, but had no idea that the orange juice was a screwdriver. Dick got intoxicated and Lew dragged him back to his dorm. Next thing he knew, Lew woke up, cuddled with Dick in his neat dorm room.

After that little incident, things became awkward. They were in their senior year; friends for four years and the awkward tension was high between them. After they graduated, there was an afterparty held at their old farneity. Dick, of course, had won vladicictroain and Lew won salutadorian (shockingly). Dick knew that if it wasn’t for Lew three years ago, he wouldn’t be where he is.

So in a little corner, Dick walked up to Nixon and gifted him an apple pie, fresh from The Winter’s farm in Lancaster, thanking him for all he’s done for him. Nixon smirked and knew that Dick would give him some pie, but he was still nice about it. He took Dick to his room and gave him cufflinks that he bought especially for Dick from Nordstrom because during their freshman year, Dick was in charge of planning events in their fraternity. It was movie night and in 2007, Casino Royale was all the hype. Nobody came to the movie night since there was a huge football game and party after. Dick sat there, popcorn all made and even pushed the coaches together, and nobody showed up. He considered just packing up and calling it a night until he heard the door slam open. As he was cleaning up, Dick ran right into Lew.

“Hi, hello. Sorry I’m late, I was busy doing...stuff.”

“Oh,” Dick would reply, “I was just packing up.”

“What movie?”

“Casino Royale. Nobody’s coming though.”

“Well, is the popcorn still hot?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, consider me your customer.”

Dick and Lew watched the movie. Lew never shuts up during the film. Dick talks ethier to tell Lew to be quiet or that he loves Daniel Craig’s cufflinks. Lew made a mental note of that.

The night of graduation, stuffed in Dick’s little dorm room, was the last time Dick and Lew ever saw each other. For a while, atleast. They had a heated makeuout session that followed with awkward but passionate sex. The next morning, it was a screaming match between Lew and Dick. Dick didn’t even remember what it was about-he was too upset. He simply finished packing, threw the stuff into the back of his subaru outback, and drove back to Lancaster.

Seven years flew by, and Dick and Lew hadn’t spoken a word. Both of them were no longer twenty two year old’s who had no idea what they were doing with their life-they were now twenty nine, both trying to figure out their lives.

Dick worked as an accountant in Philadelphia, Boston, Hartford, and jumped around the east coast. He didn’t really enjoy his job so he went back to Franklin and Marshall to become a History Teacher. He had been looking for work for some time and eventually found a teaching job at a boy’s school in Bronxville. It was a job, after all.

So Dick arrives in Bronoxville and gets an email. He recognizes the last time-it’s Lew. He heard about Dick moving and wanted to catch up. Dick was new to Bronoxville and as reluctant as he was, he agreed to meet with Lew.

Lew and Dick meet at Rosie’s, a nice little Italian restaurant in the middle of Bronoxville. Lew surprises Dick, and greets him with a “going my way?”. Lew looks different; he’s gotten more handsome with age, his hair is shorter but still unruly with a tint of gray, and there’s a good amount of stubble. He hasn’t changed one bit.

Their first meeting went well. Just like Dick, Lew had a rocky start after college. Lew had foolishly gotten married to some girl he had gone to boarding school with. They barely lasted a year, and Lew left the marriage with a child he had no custody with and a large penthouse in Tribeca. Life had been lonely. He worked as an economist for a while, but hated the job and quit. With no job and a failing marriage, Lew turned to one resort; alcohol. He had nobody and nothing left in life.

Dick could see the fire that was once in Lew slowly dying out. The once sarcastic and dry Lew became a self--deprecating and lonely man with too much money and time on his hands. Naturally, Dick pitied him. He could see that Lew still loved him-if he didn’t, then how did he find out about Dick moving to Bronxville? How did he find out about Dick’s new job? Why did Lew take Dick to the nicest restaurant in Bronxville. And still, even though seven years had gone by, Dick was still in love with Lew. He’d come up in his thoughts once and while, but now, when faced with him-it was hard to resist those old feelings.

Dick was worried about Lew. So being the Architect he is (mbti type wise, he’s an INTJ), he creates a plan. Lew comes down from the city to Bronxivlle on Fridays and they meet at Rosies. They catch up on their week. From court cases to annoying students, the little things that they share each make their day a little better.

Dick was well aware of Lew’s alcoholism. It was noticeable in college, but it seemed to have worsened as Lew got older. Dick encouraged Lewis to go to therapy. When things had gotten to the worst, Lew enrolled in rehab (all thanks to Dick). He saw the stubbornness in Dick and the clear frustration. Dick wasn’t one for emotions, but when he saw Lewis with a bloody forehead because he fell down the stairs, barely able to speak, Dick sobbed in the waiting room at the hospital. Lewis had never seen Dick ever be that emotional. He was hurt.

That’s when Lewis realized two things. One, he needed to fix himself. If he kept living this deductive lifestyle, he could end up dead. He didn’t want that. And Two, as much as he repressed it-he was still in love with Dick.

Lew finally deals with his issues, ranging from alcohol to his childhood trauma and abuse. It was all with the help of Dick. Dick was there for him every step on the way, playing the role as that supportive friend. Here they were, two thirty year olds. Lew would’ve never imagined being friends with a Quaker that was too good for him, but there he was.

One night, after they had dinner at Rosies, Dick and Lew go back to Dick’s tiny little colonial house. It’s not his house, but a shared apartment. It’s small, but it’s something. Lew is shocked by the living conditions, and Dick simply finds the place charming. They laugh, lock eyes, and next thing they know their lips are clashing together, rushing to take off their clothes as they fit onto Dick’s small bed.

Seven years later, they finally realize they're in love with each other and officially start dating. Dick moves to Lew’s apartment and they live there together for a while. Both getting sick of their lives in the city, Lew decides they need a break from the city and the states.

A year later, Lew proposes to Dick at Rosies, all thanks to the help of Anne Winters, Blanche, Kitty Gorgan, and Harry Welsh. Dick happily accepts, and yes; he sheds a tear. And so does Lew. Everybody sheds a solid tear; it’s a beautiful moment.

Three days before their wedding, Dick and Lew elope on the rooftop of their apartment complex. They invite the same people who helped Lewis propose to Dick. It’s a small and intimate ceremony. Their dance song is “Flightless Bird, American Mouth”. They wanted to get married without the big crowd and Lewis’s “rich jerk friends'' and “daddy’s money”.

For the next seven years, Dick and Lew travel the world. They live all over Europe. From London, To Austria, to Tokyo-they do it all. Dick always ends up sunburnt and Lew is always wearing his classic aviators, wanting to take a photo of Dick. Whenever they go to a new location, Lew always forces Dick to pose next to something, whether that be the La Fontana Dei Quattro Fiumi or the Tokyo tower, and then he sets the photo as his lock screen. Now THAT is romance right there.

Seven years of travel is a lot. Dick and Lew traveled back to the states once in a while for Holidays, but spent most of their time overseas. They are both now in their late thirties and a little exhausted from travel.

Whenever they go to a forgien country, Lew has a tendency to buy shot glasses from each country even though he’s sworn off drinking. I just want to imagine Lew, dragging Dick into a little chaka shop and being like “Oh look darling! Aren’t these adorable” and Dick would just sigh.

So after their final destination, Greece, Dick and Lew decide to retreat back to the states. They don’t wanna live in the city, so they choose to move to the quaint Lancaster. Dick mentioned that he and his friends used to go explore this abandoned farmhouse that wasn’t too far from where he used to live (about 20 mins). Lew wants to be a romantic so he decides to pay a whole lotta money to revinate the barn into a modern mansion. Here’s a picture for reference. Lew goes the extra mile and Dick is like “ *insert eye roll emoji* lew, were two people. Lew would give him a little kiss on the cheek, “and? I’m making room for the dogs.

Oh I should add that Lew officially retires (he has loads of money, it’s called inheritance baby!) while Dick considers it, but chooses not too. He chooses to live the peaceful life of a farmer.

OKAY, but here is the very juicy part

Reminder that there house is like...fucking huge. Like ridiculously big. Like there are so many rooms, and they are furnished. Like what is the point of having furnished rooms if you only have two people living in the house??

Also Lew and Dick adopt a whole armanda of dogs. If you want specifics, they have a collie named Lassie, two westie named Lovey and Duffer, A carin named Toto, Beethoven the St.Bernard, and Copper the hound dog. Oh-and that’s the start. So. Many. BUNNIES.

Dick knows Lew. He already has a child that he’s unfortunately not been able to raise since he barely has custody over his child. He seems to like his own dogs over his children. Dick doesn’t mind. Sure, he’s worked with kids, but he’s okay not having them. He does like his dogs, after all.

Harry, Dick and Lew’s best friend from college, doesn’t live far from them. He’s been married to his college sweetheart, Kitty, for five years. Together, they have a little son named Louie. Harry comes over a lot with Louie, and Louie plays with the dogs in the backyard. Dick’s a very observant person; he sees the relationship between Louie, the dogs, Lewis, and Harry. Lewis doesn’t mind Louie. Actually, he likes the kid. He’ll run around the backyard with Louie and their dog.

So Dick starts thinking about children. Maybe he’s changed his mind; maybe he wants a kid. One or two would be fine. It could be through adoption, help a family out or a kid who’s stuck in the system. Dick is like a mother when he wants to help others around him.

One night, Dick and Lew are sitting in bed. Did I mention all the dogs sleep in their bed. When shopping for furniture, Lew wanted to pick out a bed to fit all of the animals they were gonna have. Dick didn’t like the idea and made the dogs all sleep in their crates. But one night, Lew walked in on Dick snoring, lovey and dovey tucked right next to his stomach and feet. Lew once again, takes a photo, and shows it to Dick, who’s as red as a tomato.

Dick does a little sigh and Lew looks up from his book, his reading glasses slipping down his nose. He’d be like “oh, what is it now sweetheart?”

“We have such a big house, Lew. Twenty rooms and only two people live in the house-”

“Actually Six dogs and three rabbits. The dogs sleep with us and the rabbits...wherever they sleep.”

“Lew, I know you don’t like children but-”

Lew holds up Toto, who tilts her head. “But look at her! Yeah, you’re a good girl aren’t you? Daddy's little girl!”

“You love Louie-”

“Yeah, cause he’s not mine. He’s a nice kid. But children, especially teenagers, are the devils of this earth. You need to fear them, pay for them, do all kinds of stuff. With dog’s it’s easier.”

“I love our animals, but just one or two. We have so much space in the house. Help out a child who needs it. I know you don’t wanna admit it, but your great with kids-”

“Not my own. I don’t even know my own daughter. Kathy got married to some damn twink. How the hell do you think I’d be a good father?”

Dick gives him that *insert pouty emoji* look. “Just think about, Lew.”

So Lew actually thinks about. He walks around the house, feeling and seeing the quietness. They do have thousands of empty rooms and a little too much freetime on their hands. Plus, Lew hates the puppy eye stare Dick gives him.

#this was A LOT #more then I was expecting #I just really love my gay dads #second part will have the rest as easy #either as kids or cringey teens #it's gonna be a LOT #trust me it won't be as heavy as this #stay tuned!#band of brothers #winnix #lewis nixon #dick winters #my writing

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