Love Language - Elijah Mikaelson

Doctors - Part 2

Booth's sister and Jack Hodgins have a thing going on and it's weirding out Booth. Jack Hodgins x Booth reader/surgical intern

The following week, Booth’s worst nightmare materialized: Natalie showed up at the Jeffersonian again. This time, under the guise of “picking him up for lunch.” 

Natalie walked into the lab in her hospital scrubs, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, the confidence radiating off her as usual. Booth, standing by Brennan’s desk, froze mid sentence when he spotted her. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone sharp. 

“Nice to see you too, big brother,” Natalie replied, placing her hands on her hips. “I had a free hour, so I thought I’d drop by. I’ve always wanted to see what you all actually do here.” 

“This is not a tourist attraction,” Booth grumbled. 

Hodgins appeared from his station, wiping his hands on a towel. “Dr. Booth. Fancy meeting you again.” 

“Dr. Hodgins,” Natalie said with a warm smile. “And here I thought you’d forgotten me.” 

Hodgins grinned. “Not a chance.” 

Booth stepped in, physically placing himself between Natalie and Hodgins like a human barricade. “Don’t you have bugs to… I don’t know, play with or something?”

“Oh I was just headed back to my station,” Hodgins said casually, though his eyes remained on Natalie. “But if Natalie wants a tour, I’d be happy to show her around.” 

Angela, overhearing the exchange, couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Oh, I like her, she whispered to Brennan, who raised an eyebrow in response. 

“That’s not happening,” Booth cut in quickly, pointing a finger at Hodgins. 

Natalie smirked. “Relax, Seeley. I don’t bite. Unless Jack’s into that sort of thing.” 

Hodghins nearly choked, coughing to hide his reaction, “Well, uh-” 

“Natalie!” Booth growled, cutting her off. “Stop it. Right now.”  

“Oh, come on,” Natalie said, feigning innocence. “I’m just being friendly.” 

“The hell you are. Flirting with Hodgins is not being ‘friendly’,” Booth shot back, his tone nearing panic. 

Hodgins cleared his throat. “To be fair, Booth, I don’t mind…” 

Booth whipped his head around to glare at Hodgins. “You’re not helping.” 

Natalie laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave. For now.” 

Hodgins couldn't suppress his grin. “You know, Natalie, if you ever want to see the kind of experiments I do, you’re more than welcome to stop by my lab. I could teach you a thing or two about particulates and-” 

Booth interrupts, throwing a hand up. “Nope. Not happening. No lessons. No experiments. No Hodgins.” 

Angela snorted, practically doubled over. “Booth, you’re going to have a heart attack if you keep this up.” 

Brennan, meanwhile, observed the exchange with clinical curiosity. “I don’t see why you’re so upset, Booth. It’s perfectly normal for two consenting adults to engage in light romantic banter.” 

“It's not normal if it’s my sister and Hodgins”, Booth shot back.

Natalie stepped closer to Booth, patting him on the shoulder. “Seeley, you really need to relax. I'm a grown woman. I could handle myself.”  

“Not with him, you can't”, Booth muttered, still growling at Hodgins, who tried (and failed) to look innocent. 

Angela, always an instigator, chimed in. “You know, Booth, maybe you should let them go on a date. You never know, it could work out.” 

Booth looked horrified. “Angela, don't encourage this.” 

Natalie grinned and turned to Hodgins. “What do you think, Jack? Should we go on a date?” 

Hodgins froze, clearly caught off guard. “Uh.. I mean, yeah! If you want to, I-uh-”

“Nope”, Booth barked, stepping between them again. “This conversation is over. Natalie, we're leaving. Now.” 

Natalie rolled her eyes but followed Booth towards the exit. As they left, she glanced over her shoulder at Hodgins. “I'll see you around, Jack.” 

Hodgins, still dazed, waved awkwardly. “Yeah. Definitely.” 

Once they were outside, Natalie nudged Booth. “You know for a guy who's always telling me to lighten up, you're taking this way too seriously.” 

Booth pinched the bridge of his nose. “Natalie, I'm serious. Hodgins... Hodgins. He's a conspiracy nut. He plays with bugs. He talks to slime!” 

“And yet, he's cute”, Natalie teased. “Besides, I'm just having fun. Relax Seeley.” 

Booth groaned. He knew his sister well enough to know this was only the beginning. The playful banter with Hodgins wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. 

Back at the lab, Hodgins was still grinning when Angela approached. “So, Jack,” she said, smirking. “You think Booth is going to let this happen?” 

“No way”, Hodgins admitted. “But it’s not going to stop me from trying.” 

Angela patted him on the back. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.” 

I Miss Him

He was my best friend.

 I don't understand why. 

Why? 

Why is he gone? 

He is...was so young. Only 20 years old. His birthday is this month on the 28th and he will never have that beer he'd been excited to buy himself and drink. He's always been such a good kid, so innocent. He would tell me he wanted to go crazy for the first time in his life on his 21st birthday and he won't ever have that moment. I will never see his adorable baby face. I will never see his huge smile. I will never play with his curly hair. I will never see him running around my house like a little kid. He was the type of person that can light up a room instantly. He could make you smile on your darkest hour. He was like my little brother. 

Now he's gone and there's nothing I can do. I can't hear his voice. I can't ever hear his singing voice again. We used to be the four of us and now there's three and it’s not the same. We don't laugh as loud anymore. We don't smile as bright. Something's missing with us. 

I didn't want to go to his funeral because I was afraid it would make it real but I went anyway, for him. For his family and for our friends.  I wanted to be strong and I couldn't. After the burial I practically ran to my car. I just sat and cried. I couldn't do anything else. I then heard two of my car doors open. It was the other two. We all sat in my car, sobbing. We held each other in the backseat. The three of us were devastated. We all miss him. I'm sad I'll never be able to tell him all the things I should have told him.

I love and miss my not so little, little brother.

Love,

Your forever sister

My Reason To Stay

A song called Reason to Stay by Drew Ryn is what inspired me to write this.

I wrote this song a while back when I was a teenager, seventeen years old. When I was younger I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I had the perfect parents, the perfect siblings, the perfect grandpa, the perfect home, the perfect little town that everyone loved because it was so quaint, but for some reason I was still so sad. I wanted to end it. I wanted to end it all. 

One day I finally decided I wanted to go through with it. I decided the last thing I wanted to see was the full moon that was just three days away. The day before Mom had to go work at her shop, Dad was working overtime, our sister was at a friends house doing a school project and our brother was at baseball practice and pizza with the team. Mom left you with me, my three year old baby sister. It was like you knew. You told me in your tiny voice, “Don’t go. Don’t go”, I was confused at what you were talking about. I was just sitting with you, I made no indication of getting up, where was I going? 

Then the next night came, after dinner I told Mom I was going to take a walk but as I started walking to the front door you started throwing a tantrum. You were such a good baby, you never did that before. I had never seen you do something like that, you were kicking to get out of Mom’s arms. Everyone was confused. You were kicking, screaming, crying and when Mom put you down, you ran to me and threw your arms around my legs, crying “Don’t go. I don’t want you to go. Don’t leave. Don’t go”. When you cried that, yesterday somehow made sense to me. 

You somehow knew. You knew. You, my three year old sister, knew.

 I grabbed you in my arms, sat on the floor and broke down in tears. I held you while we both cried. Our family just looked at us, not knowing what happened. Mom asked if I was okay, I just told her I had a bad week and I was going to put you to bed, that she didn’t have to worry about it. 

When I walked out of your room you instantly started to cry again. That night you slept in my room, you slept on my chest. I felt your breath on my skin. The next morning I woke up before you, I just layed there staring at you. How could you have known? I never even voiced that I was going to do it. You woke up and looked at me with your big brown puppy-like eyes and asked “You don’t leave?” I kissed your head and told you that I was never gonna think about leaving, ever again. 

Now you're sixteen, and you’re my best friend. We tell each other everything. When you were eleven Dad died and I was right there with you, holding you while you cried. When I left home, I called, wrote letters, sent pictures, sent packages, I did everything I could.  When our brother and sister left home, I called everyday because I didn’t want you to feel alone. I’m so glad that I get to watch you grow into a beautiful, unique, intelligent, strong woman. I’m glad I got to hug you when you got your learner’s permit, I shouted with you when you got your license. I’m happy I get to talk to you about boys. I smile when we text every day. 

Without you, my baby sister Grace, I wouldn’t be who I am. I wouldn’t have graduated high school, gone to college, I wouldn’t have met the love of my life at that college, I wouldn't be engaged right now. I loved seeing your huge smile and your eyes light up when I asked you to be my maid of honor. You are my best friend, my sister, and my savior. My baby sister Grace, you have no idea what you have given me. You have given me a life. A life full of smiles, laughs, giggles, travels, and lots of love. 

I hope you never go through that feeling. I hope that you know you are special. I hope you know that you know deep down, you saved my life.

I love you. 

You were my reason to stay, my Gracie Girl. 

Jealous

Jack Hodgins

The thing about Jack is he doesn't really get jealous because you don't really pay others any mind, however there are exceptions.

He's comfortable with who he is but he knows he's not an alpha male so when an alpha male type hits on you, he gets weird...

He had to do a double take when this handsome stranger flirts with you.

Jack approaches and interjects because he's "just saying hi".

He tries to make it very obvious that you guys are together.

He gives her a kiss on the cheek, puts an arm around you, etc.

Tries to ask what they are talking about.

He tries to show his intelligence and tries to almost "prove" himself.

It's to the point where the guy is low-key weirded out and makes an awkward exit.

You just look at Jack and roll your eyes, call him a dork, and walk away.

Just to make sure she's not mad at him, he brings her coffee and a pastry and talks to her.

At the end of the day he knows that she would never do anything to mess with their relationship.

One Day At A Time

I’ve always hated myself. For as long as I can remember. My memories go back to 4 years old and at that age, I remember hating myself. I thought other people did too. I always thought that the people who said “I love you” were saying it, just to say it or saying it out of habit, it never felt real to me. I felt as if no one cared or wanted to care about me. No one wants me. No one loves me. I hate myself. I’m ugly. I’m fat. My scars are gross. I’m too tall. I’m not skinny. I’m weird. I’m below average in everything. I’m dumb. These are all things I’ve said or thought about myself and this is just a short list. I never felt as though I belonged anywhere or with anyone. 

I want to change that.

I’ve always wanted to change myself but it never worked.

I always wanted to be that person with good friends and family that made me feel safe and loved. I always wanted to feel “beautiful”. I always wanted someone to love me.

I always wanted to love myself.

I guess that’s what I really want, to love myself. I just don’t know how to do it. I’ve tried and I’ve always failed. How do you love yourself? Maybe it is a skill you learn as you grow up. Maybe it’s just something people just want to forget is living in their brain.

I want to love myself now. And everyday from now on I will try. And I guess I will keep starting over and over again for as long as it takes because I am worth it.

I am worthy.

I am worthy of love and affection. I am everything everyone has said about me and more. I am worthy of love. I am worthy of positivity. I am beautiful. I am smart. I am wanted. I am needed. 

I will love myself one day at a time.

Vampire Diaries Characters as Tarot Cards

If The Vampire Diaries characters were tarot cards, which would they be?

Elena Gilbert - The Lovers / The High Priestess

The Lovers: Elena is the emotional core of the series and is often caught between love choices.

The High Priestess: She also grows into her own power and intuition, embodying mystery and duality like The High Priestess.

Stefan Salvatore - The Hanged Man

Stefan is constantly sacrificing himself for others and his journey is marked by introspection, suffering, and redemption.

Damon Salvatore - The Devil / The Fool

The Devil: Damon represents temptation, desire, and chaos.

The Fool: But he also has a surprising journey of growth, making him an unconventional Fool - constantly starting over.

Bonnie Bennett - The Magician

Bonnie is the conduit between worlds and channels immense energy. She turns will into reality.

Caroline Forbes - The Empress

Caroline embodies growth, beauty, motherhood, and leadership. She transforms from an insecure teen into a regal, nurturing force.

Katherine Pierce - The Tower

Katherine is destruction and rebirth personified. She burns everything down to survive.

Alaric Saltzman - The Hierophant

Alaric is the moral compass, a teacher, and a guide for the younger characters. He represents tradition and wisdom.

Klaus Mikaelson - The Emperor / Judgment

The Emperor: He demands control and order.

Judgment: But his arc is one of reckoning, forgiveness, and facing consequences.

Elijah Mikaelson - Justice

Elijah is the moral one, devoted to balance, honor, and fairness - even when it cost him personally.

Rebekah Mikaelson - The Star

Rebekah is a symbol of hope, longing, and desire for a better life. The Star captures her vulnerability and dreams.

Hayley Marshall - Strength

Hayley is courageous, resilient, and protective love. She stands strong for her daughter and her beliefs.

Marcel Gerard - The Chariot

He is a self made king, Marcel drives his will with ambition and direction. He battles adversity with focused control.

Love Language

Words of Affirmation - Tony Stark

He never really heard people in his personal life praise him, so when you started to do it, it he fell in love

It started when he was talking to you about what he’s done as Iron Man and you said, “You know, I’m proud of everything you have done. Not just the suit or Iron Man but all the things you have done, saving people, the amazing things you've created, the people you help, it's incredible.” He looked at you with his big brown eyes, looking like a puppy. 

You just thought he was being cute and didn’t think much about it but you started to notice he was acting a little different whenever you would compliment or praise him. 

You decided to test it out with little things. 

“I love that new cologne that you got.” 

“I’m impressed with what you were working on in the lab.”

When it gets deep, Tony doesn’t know if he wants to cry or kiss you then and there. 

“You are so special to me, I hope you know that, honey.”

“I appreciate it when you understand me.” 

“Have I told you how grateful I am to have you in my life and as my partner?”

Tony has never felt more loved in his life than when you say these things about him and when his life is on the line, thinking he is about to die, he hears a message you prepared for him, just in case. 

“Tony, my love, my life, I’m so proud of you and of all you’ve done as a person, as Iron Man, as a friend, and as the love of my life. If this is it, if I’m never going to see you again, I just want to say, I’m here for you and I support whatever you have to do. I wish you don’t have to go, but I understand and I love you so much. But Tony, if you still can fight, if you can still do something, I need you to fight, honey. You are the most amazing person I have ever known. You, Anthony Edward Stark, are the light of my life, so I’m begging if you can, please fight. I’m so grateful to have known you, to have been in your life, and the last thing I want you to hear is, that I love you, Tony Stark.” 

“I love our chaotic, beautiful, amazing life we have together.” 

I'm Not Fine

How many times a day does someone ask you “how are you” or ”how are you doing” in a day?

And how many times do you say “I’m fine. Thanks. How are you?”

People don’t want a real answer when they ask you. It’s just a greeting, no one wants to know. And how many people would actually care if you gave them a real answer?

I’m not fine. I just say I’m fine because I don’t really want to say “I’m not gonna kill myself but I’m not okay.” So I just put on a fake smile, nod my head, and say what the socially acceptable script says to say.

I can’t think of a time when I was genuinely fine or okay. I just...exist.

Then one day, I just felt like I was drowning.

This all came from me realizing I’m a person I don’t like. That I never liked. I always said I would change. Said I wanted to change. I can’t even count how many times I said “today is the day”, the day has never come. I always never truly me. I was always what people wanted me to be. Always the girl who played it safe, never got out of my comfort zone. I never spoke up.

I fantasized about what it would be like to be anyone but me. Maybe because I never met me. Whenever I have let me shine through just a bit, it seems people don’t like her. Make jokes about her. Even my family. It's just a continuous hell loop in my head.

I think people just want others to be like the “average” person. People say it’s okay to be different, they tell you that everyone is free to do what they want, but the second someone turns their back, that’s a different story. “She clearly gained weight”, “her skirt is too short, the bitch is asking for something to happen”, “what was she thinking about when she got her hair done”, “eww, does she even know how to do her eyebrows?”

Why is it like this?

Why is it when someone finally shows that they do something completely normal, people are shocked just because it was done in public. They act like they don’t do the same things behind closed doors.

I’m just tired of not being the me I always wanted to be. I’m going to try now. I’m going to seriously try to be me and not what people want me to be or expect me to be.

She is now my past. I made the decision that she is dead. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss her in one way or another but I now know I don’t feel like I’m being drowned or can’t breathe.

I’m scared but relieved.

I finally feel as free.

Emmett Cullen as a Boyfriend

Once he’s committed, that’s it. He’s locked in and doesn’t even notice other women in any way. 

He loves physical affection. 

Expect a lot of hugs, cuddles, affectionate touches, and his lifting or carrying you around. 

He is a classic adrenaline junkie. He wants to go on adventures with you and do a bunch of fun outrageous activities. 

He is naturally an uplifting, positive person, you cannot be in a bad mood when he’s around. 

He celebrates your wins like they’ve his own. He’ll shout and cheer no matter how small the victory. 

He’s a little possessive if others approach you but he has complete trust in you. 

Over the top gifts.

"I love you, but I'm not letting you buy me a car."

Constant teasing.

When you go to the gym, he goes with you even though it doesn't do anything for him. He just wants to spend more time with you.

"Hey can I borrow your hoodie?" "Sure, why?" "That guy keeps looking over and I need a pump cover." "You don't need it, I got you."

Proceeds to stand right behind you during squats, staring at the guy.

"Drink water, you're gonna pass out."

Even though he’s a big, strong man, he has absolutely no issues in loving you loudly. 

He will always compliment you and make sure people know you’re his. 

“That’s my girl.” 

“Damn, that’s hot.” 

“You are so damn gorgeous.” 

Last Kiss

Bucky Barnes leaves for war from her perspective.

I still remember the way the air felt that night. 

Heavy, like it knew. Like the sky itself was holding its breath. 

You didn’t say it, not really. You didn’t need to. I knew you were leaving. I knew this was the last night. And I knew the second  I saw you in that uniform, stiff, and crisp, and not you, that everything was about to change. 

You tried to act like it was fine. Like we had time. You smiled that crooked smile, the one that always made me forget how to breathe. And I laughed. I laughed at your dumb jokes, because if I didn’t, I’d cry. And I wanted- God, I wanted to be strong for you. 

We sat in our booth, like always. The waitress called you “soldier,” and you smiled at her, but I saw the flicker in your eyes, you were scared. I was too. 

When we left, you walked me home even though it was out of your way. You always did that. I think you liked pretending we lived in the same world, like you could stay in it just a little longer. 

We stood outside my building for a long time, neither of us saying anything. The city faded around us - cars, people, lights - they'll just.. disappeared. It's just you and me.

And then you kissed me. 

Slow. Careful. Like you were memorizing me. 

Like if you kissed me soft enough, maybe the war would forget your name. 

That was the last kiss. 

I didn't know what to say when you pulled away. I didn't want to cry, so I just nodded. I wanted to say "I love you,” but I didn't. I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't leave -  and part of me was selfish enough to want that. But the rest of me knew... you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t go. 

So I let you walk away. 

You didn’t look back. 

But I did. 

I watched you turn the corner, and I whispered it then, “I love you.” Quiet. Just for me. Maybe the wind carried it to you. Maybe not. 

You came back eventually after so many decades, but I’m no longer here. 

After so many years, I would lay awake sometimes thinking about that night. About that night. About that kiss. About the boy who held my hand like it was a lifeline and kissed me like he was already gone. 

I never kissed anyone the same after that. 

But with me now gone, I wish you could with someone new.