Bloom: professional simp

Something was off about you, Sam knew it for sure. You and the boys were supposed to split up for one hunt, all of you having found cases that seemed simple enough to do on your own. While you were a little younger than the brothers, you had just as much experience in the hunting fields. Knowing this, Sam was surprised when he saw your caller id popping up on his phone after he had just finished his own hunt. 

You were distressed, to say the least. Sam had never heard you so panicked before. Something was wrong, very wrong about your case.

He had driven to you as quickly as he could to burn the bones you had laid out on the shore, sitting neatly in a pile with matches next to it. But when he arrived, you weren't on the shore. He had screamed your name while burning them, and after a little while he found you trying to haul a body onto the shore. Your victim hadn't made it, and Sam could tell it hit you harder than it usually would

After he dropped you off at the motel he booked for the two of you, he decided he was going to try to cheer you up by getting you your favourite treat. He was only gone for ten minutes, but when he came back he found you sitting on one of the beds, completely spaced out.

You hadn’t heard the door opening, nor the heavy footsteps of Sam placing the food on the table and walking over to you. Your mind was restless, and Sam could tell. 

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” He asked you, but there was no response. Hesitantly, he placed a hand on your shoulder. That seemed to snap you out of your trance.

“Hi there.” He said softly, giving you a gentle smile as he crouched in front of you to look at your face.

“Are you alright, Sweetheart? You seemed spaced out.” Worry laced his voice as he asked you, and he gently took your hands in his.

Sweetheart.

He always called you that. 

Both the Winchester boys knew you preferred to be called a nickname, as you’d never really got attached and identified yourself with your birth name. To Dean, you were Chipmunk. He gave that to you because he said you were ‘skittish, and you liked salty little snacks.’ He loved seeing your annoyed expression when he called you that, mostly because he knew that deep down, you loved the nickname.

But to Sam, you were always Sweetheart. 

The nickname always made your heart race. You and Sam had always been a little more close than you and Dean. There seemed to be a tension between the two of you that neither dared to venture beyond. 

After you realise Sam asked you a question, you softly shrug, looking down at his hands holding yours. 

“I don't know, Sam.” You whisper.

He looked at you for a little bit, unsure of how to comfort you best. He slowly lets go of your hands, sitting beside you and opening his arms, offering you a hug with a gentle smile. He knew you were affectionate, and lord knows sometimes you two were a little too close to be just friends.

You hesitate for a second before leaning into his embrace, your arms snaking around his waist and stuffing your face into his chest. He tries to gently angle your body to face him a little more, and you slowly pull one of your legs onto the bed to place over his lap. His hands gently stroke your hair, before soothingly rubbing your back. 

“What’s wrong, Sweetie?” He whispers to you, his face next to your ears as he softly rests his head against yours. 

You stay silent for a couple of seconds. Slowly but surely, Sam could feel your body start to tremble in his embrace as sobs start to fall from your lips.

“She looked so much like her, Sam.” he could hear you whisper against his chest, your face still hidden there.

“Look at me, Sweetheart.” He says gently, trying to lift your head up so he could look at you. 

“Tell me what’s going on.” 

He’s using that tone that makes you completely melt, some kind of mix of gentle caring and persuasion. It has you drying your eyes to look at him, but not without some soft sniff still coming from you.

“The victim, she… she looked so much like my mom, Sam. It was terrifying.” There was a small break in your voice, and it made Sam want to hide you in his embrace and keep you safe from the world forever. 

He knew what happened to your mom, The accident with a spirit when you were only 16. You had never said it out loud, but he knew that after all of these years, you still blamed yourself. You still thought it was your fault that you couldn’t save her, even though you were a child. You had grown up way too quickly, finding out about the supernatural only a year before your mother’s death. You had always been far too mature for your age, but the responsibility of being a hunter made it all much worse. 

He knew all too well what could happen to a person when they were given that responsibility too young. He saw what it did to his brother Dean, and it broke his heart to know that the same happened to you. 

One of the hands that was rubbing your back moves up to  stroke your hair, and he looks at you with a sad smile. 

“Sweetie, you know it’s not your fault. You did what you could for the victim, just as you did what you could for your mom. You can't blame yourself forever.” He says softly, his tone nothing but sweet and sincere.

“I know, i just… if i had just hadn't been so stupid, maybe i could have saved her.” You say, your voice still sounding a bit distressed.

“Hey, Look me in the eyes.” He tells you, smiling at you once you do.

“I’ve never met a more caring, hardworking and kinder soul than you. It wasn't your fault, you were a child. You shouldn't have had the responsibility of protecting your mom from all of this, and you shouldn't put yourself down because of what happened.” 

You can’t help but smile at his words, the smile on his face taking some of the stress from your body. Deep down, you knew he was right. You knew that you shouldn't have to blame yourself for your mother’s death, but you were alone at such a young age that you didn't have time to process it. 

“You know, I have an offer that might cheer you up.” He says to you softly, cradling your cheek. “I bought you your favourite, how about you go eat and we cuddle for a bit afterwards, okay?” he asks you, giving you those beautiful puppy dog eyes of his.

“I like the sound of that.” You say as you stand up from the hug, wiping your eyes and grabbing the food. 

(Okay but like imagine catching him looking at you like this while your fighting or like literally killing someone and he just cant help but admire you and then keep that imagine in your head during this)

You and your travel company had been sitting by the fire, enjoying your dinner when you heard a shift in the background noise. The birds stopped chirping, and the wind stopped wailing. It was silent. Too silent.

Astarion had noticed your suspicion, carefully laying his hand on your thigh, slow enough to not startle you as you tried to listen to your environment.

Suddenly, and without warning, you stand up, Astarion’s hand falling from your thigh. Grabbing your weapon, you slowly walk towards the tree line, blending in with no problems. Astarion can’t help but admire you, seeing how naturally you move and prepare your attack, like a predator hunting for its prey.

He could see your companions become restless at your sudden behaviour, but Astarion stayed seated. He knew you, and he knew you were far more capable than any of your companions. He knew there was no force on earth that could fuck with you, nobody who could throw you a dirty look without being punished for it. You were a force of nature by yourself, nothing could fuck with you, His love.

And even if they tried, you had your own little guard dog as a second defence, and you knew for sure that Astarion prided himself in that.

As you came back to the group, Astarion noticed a few drops of blood on your cheek, the liquid obviously already being wiped from your weapon with your clothes, the fabric now stained red. It suited you, this air of danger.

“Be careful darling, you almost tainted your skin with some disgusting creatures’ blood.” He whispers to you with a smirk, softly wiping the drops off your cheek with his thumb and placing it in his mouth, his face turning sour at the tainted taste.

“I don’t think you understand how irresistible you are when you are hunting, my love.” He says to you huskily.

“Show me then.” You say to him under your breath.

“As you wish, My darling.” He replies, before pulling you into his tent.

You've known Astarion was an absolute catch long before the two of you actually started to have a more romantic relationship, but you never expected him to be this populair and charming. He has been sent in to charm a couple of people to help with your quest, and it has honestly made you a little jealous.

So, like any sane person, you decided to make him jealous too.

purposefully not visiting him in his tent, hiding your reactions and shakes of excitement when he feeds off you, maybe making a few too many flirty remarks towards your travel companions. All of this in effort of making him jealous, but all you've gotten was that gorgeous smirk of his when he notices your flirty behavior. It almost seems like he's… taunting you.

your suspicions of this are only confirmed when he finally decides to makes his appearance at night, opening the flap of your tent to find you calmly reading a book.

"Well hello there, Darling. What a surprise to see you awake. Here i thought you were trying to get some extra hours of sleep each night, as you haven't been showing up for our nightly endeavors. Getting too populair for little old me?" He asks with a smirk, lowering his body besides yours on your bedroll.

"Perhaps. Why, does that make you jealous Darling?" You reply, putting some extra emphasis on the petname.

"Of course not,sweetheart." He replies, a taunting smirk on his face.

Your face drops in confusion, surprised by his reaction.

"What? why not?"

"Because I know the best of you belongs to me, my sweet. The most beautiful parts of your soul, the ugliest parts, your complete bliss and your utter breakdowns. Everything that makes you you, is now nestled with my being. You are mine, just as much as i am yours. That's why I let you do your little antics, because I know that at the end of the day I am the one who knows all these parts that make you yourself, I know how to use them to make you the best you, My darling." He says, his fingers softly grasping your chin to move your face closer to his.

"So either you can keep trying to make me jealous, or you can give up your little act and give me some breathtaking kisses." He whispers against your lips.

Astarion:

"Cause the rest of you, the best of you Honey, belongs to me"

"nothing fucks with my baby, Nothing can get a look in on my baby."

"If i was born as a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you Held by you."

"Dont let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus christ, dont be kind to it Honey, dont feed it, it will come back."

"I know who i am when i'm alone I'm something else when i see you."

"I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you."

Frank Castle:

"nothing fucks with my baby, Nothing can get a look in on my baby."

"Dont let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus christ, dont be kind to it Honey, dont feed it, it will come back."

"I know who i am when i'm alone I'm something else when i see you."

Spiderverse:

I match you up with Miguel o'hara!

In my opinion, a more soft and shy personality really fits Miguel. It brings a comfort that he really needs in his life. As your relationship progresses and you become more comfortable and extroverted, i could see him warming up to you as well, teasing you and cracking a few jokes with you. Miguel learned quickly how being yelled at affected you, and tried to change his ways as soon as possible. He doesn't want to hurt you or make you cry, but he just looses his temper sometimes. I could definitely see you having quiet nights in together. Making puzzles or playing board games together, Miguel letting you win to see your smile which he adores. I see Miguel as a person who's a big fan of the grey sweatpants-sweatshirt combination, his whole closet is practically filled with them. He loves it when you steal them from his closet instead of wearing your own, it fills him with a sense of pride (and maybe he likes that you are practically claiming him as yours)

Marvel:

I match you up with Tony Stark!

Atla: I match you up with Sokka!

When i read protective of my loved ones, i immediately thought of Sokka. I could see you and him truly become the parents of the Gaang once everyone has really bonded as a family. Apart from that, I think Sokka would further fuel your curious mind and adventurous side. I could see you two exploring after the defeat of Ozai. No expectations, No fight, just the two of you travelling the world, enjoying the enviroment (and for sokka, the food ofcourse). I feel like once Sokka learns about your insecurities, his mind will be set on proving them wrong. Whether that is by making jokes to take your mind off of bad things when you are feeling down or actually having a more deep conversation, he will be there for you.

Shadow and bone: I match you up with Kaz brekker!

While he may be a tough one to crack, i think Kaz would be a lovely counter to you. Like Yin and Yang, the two of you would fit together in the ways that matter. His stubornness and your stubornness would clash a bit, but i feel like your other qualities would fit very well with his. Kaz really needs your energy in his life, a break from violence and death. Your compassion, Thoughtfullness and humor would be the light of his day. While Kaz mightbe hesitant on letting you join in on mission, I think after enough sad looks from you, he will let you join but only if you stay by his side the entire time so he can ensure your safety.

the hobbit: I match you up with Fili Durin!

Doctor who:

I match you up with the 11th doctor!