Doctors - Part 2

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 - Bucky Barnes

Acts of Service

He’s not good at saying what he’s feeling but he will show you with the little things. 

He randomly fixes things around your house because he saw it was broken. 

“It was bothering you, wasn’t it?” 

He would get a head start on your morning routine for you, fixing her coffee, getting coat, and bag together. 

“Here, I didn’t want you running all around in the morning.” 

Does the chores that you forgot about the day before and doesn’t even mention it. 

When he’s not on missions, he will always cook you breakfast, no matter what. 

It doesn’t matter that he had no sleep from a mission he got back on, he will be in that kitchen flipping pancakes, scrambling eggs, making coffee, or whatever he makes. 

He always makes sure your flower vase is full, always replacing them before they die. 

If you fall asleep somewhere, he will pick you up and tuck you into bed. 

When he goes on morning runs, he takes your dog with him. 

He takes responsibility for taking care of your dog.

He's a gentleman to you.

He opens your doors, holds your bags, walks on the outside of the sidewalk.

Moving In Together

Jack Hodgins x female oc

It's his idea, obviously.

When you say yes, he would try to play it cool for about 30 seconds, then break into a huge grin and be super giddy.

"You do realize this is the best thing that's happened since I discovered that new species of carrion beetle, right?"

Will take you out to a fancy dinner just to celebrate.

He will leave cute little notes for you, just because.

He literally lives in a mansion so he will try to keep his specimens away from a wing of the home so they don't bother you.

He had custom shelving put in for your shoes and handbags for the closet.

He will move anything for you.

He knows you love flowers so he has your favorites planted in his back garden.

Always has flowers in the vase on your side of the bed.

He bought you all new skincare and body care products because you "deserve to be pampered."

"If you want to change anything around here, you are more than welcome to. This is your home too."

You want a space dedicated to your interests? He will clear a room for you without question.

"Since there isn't room in the study, I'm having a spare bedroom converted into a study for you because I know you love to read and probably just want a space of your own."

He is super thoughtful of what you would want and need.

Overall he's just happy he can spend even more time with you and want this to be a home where you are both happy and comfortable in.

Love Language - Steve Rogers

Words of Affirmation

Steve feels everything deeply and he’s not shy about expressing it. 

He likes saying how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. 

He comes from a time where letters and the spoken word mattered and he will always carry that with him and use it in his relationship with you. 

Even though it’s old fashioned, he writes you love letters. 

You adore his beautiful written letters and keep them in a box, looking through them often because his words are so beautiful. 

He always writes little handwritten notes for you. 

He will listen when you tell him something you learned and he will just stare in awe. 

“I love how your mind works.” 

If he does end up staying in bed with you until you wake, “You are my favorite part of my day.” 

It doesn’t matter what you wear, he’s complimenting you. 

Just wearing his oversized shirt, “You look amazing in my clothes.” 

Wearing a tank top and jeans, “You are beautiful.” 

In a fancy dress for one of Tony’s parties, “Wow. I -uh. Wow. You…you’re so gorgeous. I can’t believe how I got so lucky.” 

He makes big proclamations of love. 

“You are my person. Always have been. Always will.” 

“You are the love of my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without you.” 

At the end of the day, he is a big communicator and loves to tell you how you make him feel and wants to make you feel special because in his eyes, you are.

Tony Stark x Latina Woman

His favorite food that you make is huevos con chorizo, never misses breakfast now. 

“Do you have to put Tajin on everything?” 

“What are these?” “Hot sauce.” “Do you need this many?” “Yes.” 

He loves to watch you sing and dance to music in Spanish. 

All he hears is Becky G, Bad Bunny, and Karol G. 

When you are dancing he will come up behind you and loves for you to dance up against him. 

He loves Mexican food, but hates the candy. (secretly likes the coconut Mexican flag one)

Asada tacos are his favorite with a side of rice. 

He is in love with your dark, long, curly hair. It goes to your lower back and he will play with it all the time. 

Learns Spanish quickly, but he doesn’t speak it unless he needs to. 

She thinks he learned enough to understand her and to say simple sentences but that’s it. 

It isn’t until he’s trying to buy her food at the taqueria that he speaks Spanish fluently with the guy taking the order that she realizes that he’s fluent, if not almost fluent. 

"How did you learn Spanish so fast?" "Babe, I'm a genius, give me some credit."

He lowkey thinks you are hot when you start yelling in Spanish. 

He gets comforted when you call him “mi amor” or “amor” like its name. 

PDA - Jack Hodgins

This man has no shame whatsoever.

He will give as many hugs and kisses you will allow him to.

Cam always jokes that she needs a spray bottle to spray you two.

Every once in a while, you will be caught making out in a dark corner somewhere.

At restaurants, he will not let you sit across from him, he has to sit right next to you.

When sitting next to you, he is always touching you. Hand holding, hand on the thigh, arm over the shoulders, etc.

Whenever you walk, your holding hands.

Will stand so close to you while you work that if he wanted to kiss your neck, all he would have to do is lean down a couple inches. (He does it more often than not)

He whispers in your ear a lot just to be close to you.

When you're at home, he will always cuddle with you.

Sleeping in bed, he's either spooning you or he's plopped on top of you.

Doctors - Part 1

Booth has a younger sister that is a surgical resident and introduces her to his team, finally, but it takes a turn he wasn't expecting and he hates it. Jack Hodgins x OC/Natalie Booth, surgical intern

Booth wasn't sure why he agreed to this. It was a bad idea. a very bad idea. but here he was, standing in the Jeffersonian lab, introducing his little sister to the team. 

Booth’s younger sister, Dr. Natalie Booth, had recently secured an internship at Georgetown Memorial Hospital. Bright, sharp, and he hated to admit it but charmingly confident, Natalie had always had a knack for making an impression and right now she's doing just that. 

“I've heard so much about all of you”, Natalie said, her smile lighting up the room. Bones of course is a legend and Angela, your artistry is incredible and you must be Dr. Hodgins. she turns her attention to Jack Hodgins, her smile shifting is something a little bit more mischievous. 

“Yeah that's me, Hodgins said, his usual confidence faltering as he shook her hand. “Call me Jack.” 

Natalie tilted her head. “Jack, huh? Well it's a pleasure to meet you. She let her gaze linger just a little longer than necessary. and Booth’s stomach dropped. This was not happening. 

Hodgins cleared his throat, clearly flustered. “The pleasure is all mine”, he said, his voice a little bit higher than usual. 

Booth steps in, firmly placing a hand on Hodgins’ shoulder and steering him aside. “Okay, let's focus, people. Natalie's just here to say hi, not to distract anyone.” 

“I'm not distracting anyone”, Natalie said innocently, though the playful glint in her eyes said otherwise. “Jack, do you always let my brother boss you around like this?” 

Hodgin’s grinned, “Not usually but, he's kind of scary when he's protective.” 

“Oh, trust me”, Natalie said, stepping closer to Hodgins despite Booth’s glare. He's been like this since we were kids. Remember when you scared of my prom date, Seeley?  

“The guy deserved it”, Booth snapped, folding his arms. “He had a tattoo on his neck.” 

Natalie laughed. “It was a barbed wire tattoo. Very trendy at the time. Anyway, Jack, what’s it like working here? Do you enjoy it? 

“Yeah”, Hodgins said, smiling back at her. “I get to play with bugs and dirt all day. It's a dream job.” 

“Bugs, huh?" Natalie asked, raising a  brow. “Sounds ... intriguing.” 

Booth stepped between them, arms wide like he was breaking up a fight. “Okay, enough. Natalie, don’t you have surgery to prepare for? Hodgins don't you have some slime or whatever to analyze?” 

Angela snorted in the background, leaning towards Brennan. “This is going to be fun.”  

Natalie peeked around Booth's broad frame to catch Hodgins' eye. “Guess I'll see you around, Jack.” 

“Looking forward to it”, Hodgins said, his grin widening. 

Booth groaned, running hand through his hair. He knew Natalie loved teasing him, but this? Flirting with Hodgins? This was a new level of torture. 

As Natalie turned to leave, Booth followed her out of the lab. “Seriously, Nat, what was that?” 

“What? “she said, feigning  innocence. “He's cute.” 

“He's Hodgins”, Booth hissed. “Stay away from him.”  

“Oh, relax”, she said with a wink. “You should be happy I’m making friends.” 

“Friends, my ass”, Booth muttered under his breath. He could already tell this wasn't the last he heard about Natalie and Hodgins. 

Back in the lab, Hodgin’s was still staring at the door, goofy grin on his face. 

“Jack,” Angela said, smirking. “You’ve got it bad.” 

“Yeah,” Hodgins admitted, barely registering her comment. “I think so.” 

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. 

Jealousy - Tony Stark

Is Tony jealous? How would he react to others if they flirt with you?

Absolutely jealous. He’s not clingy or insecure, just territorial. 

If someone flirts with you, he plays it cool at first but not subtle at all. 

“Hi. Tony Stark. Just wondering what position you’re applying for. The boyfriend slot has already been filled. 

“Thanks for keeping my girl company but I think I got it from here. 

Translation: Get lost, loser. 

If he by some miracle bites his tongue but continues to listen, he’s getting petty. 

“Hey, can I offer free dating advice? Step one: aim for someone that’s single.” 

“If she’s not responding with more than one word, it means she doesn’t want to talk to you.” 

“Not that I was jealous, just asserting dominance.” “Okay, sure, babe.” 

Casually glares at people that check you out in public. 

You mention a neutral name, he’s questioning it. 

“Wait, Taylor? Is that a guy or a girl?” 

Don’t get me started if you openly say a celebrity is hot. 

“Henry Cavill is sooo hot.” 

“He’s a guy in tights and a cape. Sure he can fly, but can he build you a custom AI assistant that does whatever you want? Didn’t think so.” 

“Babe, he can fly, shoot lasers from his eyes, super senses, has x-ray vision, super speed, and can freeze things from his breath.” 

Two hours later, he’s in his lab trying to see what he has to do to add laser eyes to his Iron Man suit. 

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