Cuddle Headcanons: SBI +some

Watching the Supernatural finale is realizing that Sam will probably be the last person to ever touch or even think about the Men of Letters bunker bc he was the last legacy alive. So the memory of not only Dean, but of the bunker, dies with him. 😭😭😭😭

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All About Me

Hello and welcome to my blog!

My chosen names are Angel and/or Rusty and here’s some things about me:

my friend says I seem ‘nibble-able’ so there’s that

I use She/They pronouns and I am currently questioning my sexuality!

I am a writer and have been for the past 3-4 years, I of course am not perfect, so feedback and constructive criticism is welcome!

I have ADHD and Autism so I do hyper focus on a lot of things sometimes. My current hyper fixations are Spider-Man and The Black Phone!

I do requests! If you’d like me to write something I will! Just please be specific and follow my rules!

Please Interact: LGBTQ+ individuals and allies, writers, artists, non-problematic people, silly folks :)

Do Not Interact: homophobes, racists, people prone to drama, generally shitty people

Page Rules!!!

no NSFW please! I’m not exactly comfortable with writing that

No spamming! I will get to your ask/comment/request eventually! I don’t have a lot of time outside of school so I write when I can!

Please don’t start any drama with me or with anyone else!

If I don’t want to answer or write something or if I don’t know it enough I don’t have to! Please don’t spam me if I decide not to do something.

No homophobia or racism!

Please please please don’t ask for anything NSFW. I will delete anything that has to do with NSFW if it comes down to it

Please don’t vent explicitly as I don’t wanna upset people. You can still vent to me, but just know I’m not the best with emotional stuff sometimes

Please don’t call me by my real name nickname unless we are just that close and know each other irl

please don’t break the rules! If you do, you will be blocked!

When requesting please make sure to specify whether you want headcanons or a one shot! I don’t want to disappoint!

Hyperfixations/Fandoms I write for:

Supernatural

Walker

Tracker

Big Sky

Devour

My Bloody Valentine

Gilmore Girls

Ten Inch Hero

this is all for right now! The list will probably maybe eventually grow, but for now, this is all

that’s all for now!

Blog Update

Hey guys! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I’ve come back to make an announcement! Since my last post, I’ve really kind of fallen out of all the fandoms I’ve posted for in the past. So I will be updating my fandom list and who I will write for. I will not expand on any of my past posts but they will stay up, I will not be taking them down. I really do apologize for not posting for the last 6-7 months, a lot of family things came up and I just ran out of free time to be able to write.

Hannigram with a silent s/o

Hannibal and Will first met you at a crime scene after you scared them. You were there to photograph evidence, and you ended up accidentally sneaking up on them.

Will almost had a heart attack when you tapped on his shoulder.

Hannibal kept his eye on you as you worked, noticing how silent you were even when talking.

Will was impressed, usually no one can sneak up on him easily, so when you did he was surprised.

Eventually Will worked up the courage to talk to you. With Hannibal by his side of course.

You were extremely polite, offering to show them some pictures you took when they asked about your job.

Hannibal offered dinner at his place, and you accepted.

Hannibal made sure not to use a lot of human meat when preparing your dish, but used some in his and Wills.

You showed up in one of your best outfits, an expensive bottle of wine in your hands.

Hannibal let you in while Will set the table.

You walked behind Hannibal, silent as ever as you looked around slightly.

Safe to say, Will was surprised when you walked into the dining room.

Will set the table, smiling at you slightly when he set your plate down in front of you.

You were quiet throughout dinner, only speaking when spoken too and keeping your answers short and simple, but informative.

Eventually the dinner came to an end and you had to go home.

After that, you kept coming over for dinner, each and every time Hannibal invited you, you accepted.

After the 10th or 11th dinner Will and Hannibal asked you to be theirs, and you accepted shyly.

about a month after dating you moved in by Will’s request.

They noticed that you loved exploring the house, and so they never stopped you when you did, but you always managed to sneak up on them.

Eventually, Will ordered little bells to sew onto your clothes to help keep track of you.

You still manage to sneak up on them sometimes when you find a piece of clothing that doesn’t have a bell on it.

They love you, but hate how silent you can be.

How Others Post You and Tommy

Tubbo

“Can’t believe they fell asleep during our movie night :(“

Jack

“I made them do karaoke >:)”

Philza

“Why do I let these two drink?”

Kristen

“I took them to an animal shelter and she said the cat looked like Tommy 😁”

Ranboo

“When the girl he likes comes up and talks to him ;)”

Aimsey

“They can never keep their hands off each other!”

Charlie

“Just got done filming a Sorry vid! Will post soon! Probably”

Insta posts with Bench Trio

Tommy

Tubbo

Ranboo

Undercover Care

as a young, broke senior in high school, you take up a babysitting gig, not knowing you’d be babysitting a mafia bosses sons.

You sighed quietly, looking over the job listings on the website one more time. Most of the jobs wanted people with experience, something you didn’t have, so finding a job was…a little difficult to say the least.

You wanted something simple too, just something to get you off your feet, not some crazy over the top job that drained you more often than not. You ran a hand through your hair, jumping slightly when you got a notification about a new job being posted. You hover your mouse over the listing before clicking.

The notification took a second to load but once it did you started reading. A babysitting gig. You hummed, looking over the details. 3 kids, ages 21, 22, and 16, access to food while working, $8,000 a week, bedroom if need- $8,000 a week!? You blinked, rubbing your eyes to see if they were playing a trick on you. Nope. $8,000 a week. What kind of rich fucker was this guy? $8,000? For three kids? Scratch that, two of them weren’t even kids anymore, and they still needed to be watched?

You looked over the details one more time. “I mean…it’s not a bad option…” you mumbled to yourself, clicking on the contact number. You copied it down into your phone, dialing and calling as soon as you did. You took a deep breath, listening as your phone rang. Tragically, you couldn’t help but hope the guy wouldn’t pick up. Awful, you know. But you were a nervous wreck. You were only 19, so what if he didn’t hire you? What if he wanted someone with experience? Or someone older? What if-

you were cut off by the sound of the phone being picked up. “Hello? Who is this?” The man on the other side asked. “Um, hi. My names Y/n and I was um…looking at the babysitting position?” You winced slightly at how awkward you sounded, although it probably sounded worse over the phone. “Ah yes! I didn’t expect someone to respond so quickly!” The man said cheerfully. “My names Philza Minecraft. It’s lovely to meet you, mate.” He said. You smiled, at least he was a nice guy. “Uh yeah. Nice to meet you too.” You said, feeling a bit less awkward.

“Now, my boys can be…how do I put this…rough. They don’t really like new people, so you will have to win them over. If they don’t see you fit within a month, sadly I would have to let you go.” The man, Philza, explained. You nodded before remembering he couldn’t see you, so you just let out a hum. “First question, how well do you deal with high stress situations?” The question caught you slightly off guard. “I’d say I’m pretty good?” You said, shrugging to yourself. “And what about cooking? Can you cook well?”

You thought to yourself for a second. “Yeah I’m a pretty good cook.” You and your mom used to spend two nights a week learning a new recipe together, you even still have her old cookbook that she gave you before the divorce. “Wonderful! Now, how old are you?” He asked, making you panic slightly. “I-I’m 19, sir.” You said nervously, biting your lip. “Perfect! You’re hired.” Your jaw dropped slightly. That easy? “O-okay. When should I come in?” You asked, getting over the shock quickly. “Come in tomorrow at 9. I’ll have a schedule for you by then. I’ll text you the address.”

You smiled to yourself. “Thank you so much sir.” “Please, call me Phil, mate.” He said, his tone cheerful. “Before you go, what are your boys’ names?” You asked curiously. “Ah, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.” He told you. You smiled. “Alright. I can’t wait to meet them tomorrow.” You said happily. “Well it was nice talking to you, but I have got to go to a meeting soon.” He said, the sound of rustling on the other side of the phone. “I understand. Have a good day Phil.” You said, pulling the phone away from your ear as you hung up.

You say there for a second, processing the fact that you, a 19 year old, now had a job. A really, really good paying job. You cheered to yourself, standing up from the chair quickly. “Hell yeah! I’m employed!” You said happily, spinning around a little bit. It took you about 5 minutes to calm down, but excitement was still running through your veins. You had a job now! You smiled to yourself, going to the kitchen to make food before you started getting ready for bed. You made something simple, just some chicken tenders and sweet ‘n sour sauce. You sat down on the couch, placing your plate on your lap and you grabbed the remote, flipping to a random cartoon channel. You ate in peace, going through all the possible outfits you could wear tomorrow.

You say there for a bit, almost just snacking on your now somewhat cold food. Once you finished, you turned the tv off, going to the kitchen to wash your plate before going to bed. You hummed to yourself as you cleaned, still going through all your possible outfits you wanted to look professional but also not too professional, you were only 19 after all. You set the plate on the drying rack and dried your hands, jogging slightly as you went to your room. You quickly changed before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, looking yourself over in the mirror. After getting fully ready you finally got in bed, the buzz under your skin finally going away. You fell asleep peacefully, excited for tomorrow.

(This is going to be a series! I’ve had the idea in my mind for a while so I thought it would be nice to write it out!)