Carlisle Cullen As A Boyfriend

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. 

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.

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.” 

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.

Timeless

The timeless love that Bucky had

I found it in a dusty shoe box today. 

The photograph. 

Folded corners, a little torn on the edges, and yellowed with age. Still, the image was clear enough to see your grin. boyish and crooked, the same one that made my heart skip in 1941. 

He was standing in front of the corner diner in Brooklyn, arm slung around me, your military uniform still crisp from training. my dress was too long, my hair and soft curls. You say I looked like the dames in the movies, though I never believed you. 

I sat on the floor of our apartment- our apartment, the one SHIELD helped me find after they confirmed you were alive and time folded and on itself. Because just like that, I was 19 again. Just like that, I could smell the leather of your bomber jacket and hear the way you'd say my name, like a prayer and a promise all wrapped in one. 

The war stole everything. You, Steve, entire lifetimes. 

I cried the day they said you'd fallen off the train. Not the soft, cinematic tears they show in films, but the ugly, just even kind -  the kind where grief grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. For decades, you were a ghost I couldn't touch. A heartbeat I thought I imagined. The man I loved turned myth. 

But now you're back. 

Not the same, not entirely. There are cracks in you, deep ones, and shadows behind your eyes that weren't there before. Sometimes you flinch when I touch you. Sometimes you look at me like you are remembering, and other times like you wish you could forget. 

But then there are the other times. 

Like when we walk through Central Park and you still reach for my hand, like instinct. Or when you find old swing records and the antique shops and your face softens-  because you know that's our music. The Andrews sisters, Ella Fitzgerald, Glenn miller. You dance with me in the kitchen sometimes, when the memories aren't too loud. 

And in those moments, I know what we are. 

We’re timeless. 

We always were.  from the second I locked eyes at the USO dance and you offered me a Coca-Cola with that charming little smart. from the letters you sent me, ink smudged and pages worn, telling me you'd be home soon. From the nights I kept the porch light on, hoping. 

Even now, with silver in your hair and the world completely changed, I look at you and I know. You're always meant to come back to me. Somehow, some way. Even when time tried to erase us. 

And when we're old, if we're lucky enough to grow old, I hope someone finds that photo of us. I hope they ask about the girl with stars in her eyes and the soldier who came back from the dead. I hope they feel what I feel when I look at it: 

That this love, the story, was always something out of time.

Something not of this world. 

Something timeless. 

Steve Rogers x Witch Practitioner

He is super respectful of the belief system you go with. 

He’s a curious boy and asks questions, and asks how he can be respectful of everything. 

He collects little rocks for you on his morning runs. 

Ask if he can put little knick knacks on any of the altars. 

Saves any jars he uses. He even purposely buys the grocery stores that come in glass containers so he can wash them out and use them when he’s done. 

He loves and consents to any magic you want to do on him. 

He tries to remember what all your sigils mean. 

“Honey, what does this symbol mean again?” 

Her whole place smells like Florida Water. 

She enchants his dog tags for protection. 

He notices that she mutters things when she is making food or stirring his drink. 

He cannot drink coffee unless she makes it, she enchants his coffee and it never tastes better and it gives him more energy. 

Since he’s awake before the sun rises for his runs, he brings in her moon water before it gets ruined by the sun. 

“Did you buy another herb plant?” 

"Why is there is salt in the doorway?"

At the end of the day he doesn't mind what you do and he will even encourage you in your craft.

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.

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. 

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. 

Draco Malfoy with a Gryffindor

Draco Malfoy is dating a Gryffindor

At first he would fight your connection so hard. 

You’re a Gryffindor- bold, loud, righteous- he’s supposed to hate you, but he catches himself staring when you argue in class. 

“Stop looking at me like that, Malfoy.” “Like what? Like you’re interesting?” 

Eventually, he’d cave. Maybe after a heated argument that turns into a passionate first kiss in a corridor. 

He’s not openly mushy, but Merlin help anyone who messes with you. 

It’s giving, “God help anyone who disrespects the queen” vibes. 

He’s all sharp words and intimidating stares behind your back. 

Draco doesn’t want anyone to know he’s soft for you, but behind closed doors? Clingy! 

Loves cuddles and praise. 

“You’re sweeter than you pretend to be, Malfoy.” 

Your relationship would thrive on witty comebacks and playful roasting. 

Constantly challenging each other, but with a flirty edge. 

“You’re insufferable.” “And yet, here you are, holding my hand in our spot, laying on me like I’m your favorite pillow.” 

House rivalry is everything! 

Gryffindor wins the Quidditch match and you tease him mercilessly. 

He pretends to be mad all day, but then “You had your fun but if Slytherin wins the next match, you’re wearing green for a week. Deal?”