Love Language

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.” 

Bucky Barnes x Latina Woman

He just sits back and observes. He doesn’t question things, he just watches because even though he has never seen or heard what you're doing, he doesn’t want to make you feel weird for what’s normal for you. 

Secretly starts learning Spanish. 

When you get pissed you start cursing in Spanish, no one understands it but him. 

You yell out a curse word in Spanish at Steve for eating your last orange, which leaves Steve confused and scared but Bucky just starts laughing so hard. 

After that, you learn he learned Spanish fluently and start having conversations together in Spanish. 

It’s funny now because he now shit talks Sam in Spanish and no one understands but you. 

Starts gossiping in Spanish with each other. 

Loves eating the food she makes. 

His new comfort food is sopita de fideo, especially on cold days. 

He can kill a whole tray of tacos by himself. 

He thinks it’s funny when she calls everyone random nicknames in Spanish.  (Wanda - mamas, Sam - pendejo, Tony - menso, Thor - cabron, Loki - nopalito, Bruce - salsa verde, Clint - pajaro, Natasha - linda, Vision - tomate) 

Loves when you call him cute nicknames in Spanish. (“mi vida” is your go to)

Steve Rogers x Latina Woman

Golden retriever boyfriend that’s happy to be included in things. 

Asks you so many questions. 

Food! It's his favorite thing that she does!

Loves your cooking and that you serve so much food at a time, even with his super soldier metabolism he gets stuffed and given a second plate. 

Loves enchiladas. He always says “it has more flavor than anything I’ve ever had” 

I swear all he wants is your food and your kisses. 

He almost cried one day coming home from a horrible mission and seeing a table full of food. 

Loves the food and watches you cook while asking what things are. 

“Honey, what is this?” “What’s this spice?” 

Genuinely confused that you make nopal. “You eat… cactus?” 

Crying heavily but still eating, “Why is this so spicy?” 

Actually believes the tower was under attack when you were cooking chilis 

Gets scared when you start yelling in Spanish, literally looks like a kicked puppy. 

You call him “lindo”.  

He melts when you tell him, “Que lindo” 

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. 

Bucky x Witch Practitioner

Learns that she’s a love witch and learns what that includes. 

He doesn’t understand the things she needs sometimes. 

“What is licorice root and why do you need it?” 

“Why do you need my birth time again?” 

“What’s that crystal next to my side of the bed?” 

He notices that she takes her time with her makeup and hair because beauty magic is important to her. 

Her whole home smells like roses. 

She always has roses in her home. 

She makes him custom herbal teas. 

She makes him a sleep sachet to place under his pillow to help with his nightmares. 

She hides little sigils on him or in his gear for protection and safety on missions. 

After he comes back from missions, she will do bath rituals for him to relax. 

He always gets her roses and pretty flowers for her “pink altar” (love altar). 

He nieces that she spray Florida water in the sheets and blankets after waking up and then spray his side with lavender spray and hers with rose. 

She tells him the lavender or chamomile will help with keeping him calm and help with sleep. 

Crystals everywhere (especially rose quartz & clear quartz the most). 

He thinks it’s really cute that you do spell work for him. 

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.

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.

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

Carlisle Cullen as a Boyfriend

He is literally a mix of an angel and a victorian gentleman 

He is deeply compassionate. 

You have a rough day, “Tell me everything, my love.” 

He LISTENS! It’s rare for a man to just shut up and listen and he does it. 

If he senses something is off with you, it doesn’t matter if he’s doing something important, he will drop everything to make sure you are okay and talk things out. 

He is so respectful. 

Keep in mind he’s from a different era, so expect old school romance. 

Holding doors. 

Handwritten love letters in beautiful writing. 

He’s very patient and gentle in everything he does. 

Protector, but no overbearing and it’s not the major point of the relationship. 

One thing you love about him is how smart he is and that he’s an amazing conversationalist. 

This man has been alive for centuries. He speaks multiple languages, history buff, art lover, you can have deep conversations with him and he always has something to say. 

Unlike some other Cullens (👀), Carlisle is emotionally stable. 

He doesn’t ghost you, play games, or act jealous. All that is a waste of time to him. 

Carlisle is able to admit he doesn’t have all the answers and needs help. 

“I’m still learning to love you the way you need. Please help me understand. Please.” 

He’s loyal and consistent. Everyone else is chaos, he’s the calm in the storm. 

He is overall a great partner and easy to be with, you don’t have to try with him and I think that is so simplistically beautiful in a relationship. 

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.