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Sammy Birthday Bonanza 2025

What is the Sammy Birthday Bonanza?

This Sam Winchester birthday appreciation event was born out of a discussion over on the SWJP BB (@samwinjarpadbigbang) Discord server. Thank you @midnightsilver for kicking that off. This is a casual event; no sign-ups, ship-inclusive and fun, be kind and respectful to one another. 💖 Please keep scrolling if this is not for you. 👋

How and What: A short content creation event for our favorite and much-loved Sam Winchester from Supernatural to flood all platforms with Sam centric content on the weekend of his birthday; May 2nd until May 5th (We'd like to think Dean would throw him a long weekend party). Think of everything you make as a birthday give to Sam 🎁 Platform: Tumblr - You are of course free to post on other platforms (e.g. AO3) and put a link back to that in your Tumblr post. Posting Date: May 2 - May 5 Sam's birthday weekend Type of Content Welcome: All creations of any kind (except AI generated), such as art, traditional art, fanfiction, ficlets, moodboards, other media, crafting, etc. If it can be created and then posted about on Tumblr, go for it! Please use the following tag for your creations: SammyBB2025 Rules: This is an SPN-themed event that is pro-ship and ship inclusive; all ships allowed (yes wincest too) as well as gen content. Please tag your creations properly for content as per the rules of the platform you're posting on including Tumblr. There are no minimum or maximum word counts, no sign-ups and you can contribute as many creations as you like.

Reblogging: We will reblog all contributions made. Please tag this Tumblr acount in your post and use the SammyBB2025 in your tags. That way we'll see it and can reblog.

No AI creations are permitted.

reblog to have him sitting in your blog

random spn ask: henry winchester or samuel campbell?

I’m gonna have to say Henry. I think he was just trying to do the right thing when he sacrificed himself for the boys, even thought he knew it meant he would never see his own son again.

spinning crowley for your dash

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. 😭😭😭😭

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.

okay, poll because im curious.

tell me why in the comments or tags, and feel free to be as brief or as lengthy as you want to. i'm just really intruiged as to why some of these characters attracted you.

oh, and reblog for reach please!

Blog stuff

hey guys! I know I haven’t posted in a bit, writers block has been hitting me hard. But I was looking at my blog and I realized it’s kind of all over the place? Like with the fandoms I’m in and things. So how would you guys feel if I kind of re-branded? Like I narrowed it down to three or four fandoms instead of ten or eleven? I’d probably finish the Undercover Care series, but I’d re-brand after that? I don’t know, lmk what you guys think! Sorry again for not posting much, I’ll try to get a few chapters of Undercover Care out in the next month or so, but lmk guys!

are there any masterlist of your works? especially myct bcs i can't find them tho😩

hello! I am working on setting up a master list sooner or later, I haven’t gotten around to doing it yet! Once I have a little more inspiration to write, I will probably get a master list up and running

dude ur blog theme is so nice ?? 😭😭

Thank you so much! I thought a softer layout would be nice instead of a bunch of harsh or brash colors. I really appreciate the compliment!

Hi, I just found you, and I wanted to ask if you're going to continue the Undercover Care series?

Sorry if I'm bothering you. I hope you have a good day or evening.

Hello Anon! So, as of right now I do plan to continue the series, I have many drafts saved, writers block is hitting me so bad right now and on top of that I am packing for a big family trip, so it may take a little for the next few posts to go up.

You are not bothering me! I love getting requests or asks, and I hope you also have a good morning afternoon or evening!

Who I Write For

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Adam Milligan

Jack Kline

Benny Lafitte

Rowena MacLeod

Chuck Shurely

Charlie Bradbury

Castiel

Lucifer

Micheal

Gabriel

Walker

Cordell Walker

Liam Walker

Stella Walker

August Walker

Tracker

Russell Shaw

Colter Shaw

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Devour

Jake Grey

My Bloody Valentine (2008)

Tom Hanniger

Axel Palmer

Harry Warden

Gilmore Girls

Dean Forester

Luke Danes

Jess Mariano

Tristan Dugray

Rory Gilmore

Ten Inch Hero

Priestly

Tish

Piper

Jen

This list will update with my interests! Don’t be disappointed if one thing disappears! My interests change after a while and if I feel like I can’t write the characters well enough I might just take them off the list

Miguel O’Hara with an Insomniac child

At first he didn’t realize you weren’t sleeping. I mean he was always gone and at HQ, how would he know?

It was only after he came home later than usual and found you up in the kitchen, eating carrots and doing some homework.

At first he brushed it off, until he noticed every time he got home, you were up.

He started sending Lyla to check on you while he was at HQ, getting her to tell him if you were asleep or not.

If you weren’t, he would quickly portal home and try to help get you to sleep.

If you were, he’d tell Lyla to leave you be, maybe turn your alarm off for the morning.

He tries everything to get you to sleep, thinking you were just being a bit stubborn or petty about something.

Thats when Jess brought up that maybe it was a neurological problem, like insomnia. Once he heard that he was quick to get you a doctor’s appointment.

You were a little upset about having to go to a doctor’s appointment over something you thought was insignificant, but you can’t really argue with your dad.

Once he found out it was insomnia, he was quick to ask the doctor about medications or maybe something that would help you.

You were prescribed melatonin, 15 milligrams every night at least an hour before you went to bed.

You protested taking meds for a while, which worried Miguel. He wanted you to sleep, but you were refusing? Why?

Eventually he just straight up bribed you to take the melatonin.

He sighed, sitting down next to you on the couch. “What do I have to do to get you to sleep like a normal person?” He asked, rubbing his temples slightly. “You know that game I’ve been asking for? The cat one?” You said, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “Fine, I’ll get you that game you wanted but you have to take your melatonin.” “And a new comforter or I won’t take it.” “…and a new comforter then.” You smiled, taking another bite of your sandwich.

You were very happy with this development.

Miguel was just happy that you were getting a healthy amount of sleep every night.

Billy and Stu with an s/o who gets into a lot of fights

Billy is usually the one who patches up any wounds you have, while Stu’s in the background panicking over you being hurt.

If they ever catch you fighting Stu cheers you on while Billy tries to pull you away.

Stu only starts worrying when you start getting hurt.

Billy always keeps a little first aid kit in his backpack now just in case.

Stu loves taunting the person you’re fighting and cheering you on.

Billy only uses your full name when scolding you, and he only scolds you after he’s done dressing your wounds.

Billy will jump in if he sees you losing, Stu will jump in if you ask him to, although he’s a little hesitant about it.

Billy almost always has to drag you away before the teachers get there, just so he can clean your wounds before you get in trouble.

Stu will buy you candy to make you feel better, especially if you got more hurt than usual.

To distract you, Billy will put on a movie if the pain of your wounds is too much.

Stu kisses you and jokes that he’s kissing your pain away.

Stu never fails to make you giggle, even while you’re in trouble with either Billy or the school.

They hate seeing you in pain, so they will make sure you rest for at least 12 hours after the fight.

Stu stays by you the next day, making sure that you don’t try to fight anyone.

Billy usually bribes you into resting by giving you cookies throughout the day. Maybe kisses if you’re lucky.

Stu always has some kind of makeup on him just in case you want to hide a bruise.

Billy makes sure you change the bandages often, especially if it’s sort of a bigger wound.

Stu will randomly pull you into an empty classroom in the middle of the day to cuddle.

All in all they’re pretty good at taking care of you.

Hannigram with an s/o that got hurt on the job

They know your job is rough, you work for the police force, so obviously getting hurt is gonna happen eventually.

They just didn’t expect to get a call from the hospital at almost 2 in the morning.

They rushed to get dressed, tripping over themselves as they threw on some clothes.

The person on the phone didn’t tell them how bad it was, only that you had been shot and had to get stitches.

Hannibal drove, seeing as Will was too anxious to do so.

They may have went a little over the speed limit, but that’s nobody’s business.

Will almost yelled at the lady working the front desk because it was taking too long to find out what room you were in.

Hannibal held Will’s hand, gently pulling him when a doctor started leading them to your room.

You were in the bed, a nurse wrapping bandages around your arm when they walked in.

Will rushed over, asking you a thousand questions a minute.

Hannibal managed to calm him, asking you how this happened.

You told them the story. The suspect had a gun, shot at you, landed a bullet in your side, and managed to push you onto some broken glass when he ran.

Will held your hand the entire night, afraid to let go.

Hannibal sat next to the bed, gently tracing small pattern into the bandages to help you relax.

All in all, you weren’t let out of the house for a while, and they made sure you didn’t strain yourself practically at all.

The Black Phone Incorrect Quotes

Finney: flapping my hands isn’t enough I need to scream

Vance: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Robin: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Finney: Your life? Robin: I- well yes, but-

Bruce: You might not know this, Finney, but I am a flawed person. Finney: I do know that.

Griffin: You need a hobby. Robin: I have a hobby! Griffin: Fawning over Finney isn’t a hobby.

Bruce: What are your three best qualities? Robin: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

Griffin: Hey, you want a tarot reading? Bruce: Those are Pokemon cards. Griffin: You got a magikarp. Bruce: … Griffin: It means 'fuck you'.

Vance: shatters a window and climbs through it Vance: turns around and helps Finney through it Breaking and entering is wrong Finney. Finney: Okay.

Robin: I am convinced Griffin and Billy share a brain cell. Finney: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

Griffin: Did you bring Vance? Bruce, gesturing to Finney: No, but I brought the next best thing. Griffin: Finney? The next best thing would be Robin. Finney: I would be offended, but Robin is freakishly strong.

Vance: I fell— Bruce: From heaven? Vance: No, I literally fell— Bruce: In love with me the moment you saw me? Vance: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Bruce: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Robin: I told Vance that their ears turn red when they lie. Bruce: Do they? Robin: No. Bruce: Then why did you tell them that? Robin: Because I can do this. Robin: Hey Vance! Do you love us? Vance, with their hands over their ears: No.

Finney: I know what you're up to. Robin: Really? Because I barely know.

Finney: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Bruce made me get tested.

Billy, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

Finney: It's locked. You got a lock pick? Bruce: Yeah- Robin: kicks in the door

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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.

As soon as you were in the office you felt out of place. It was a big office, and a very fancy one too. There was a huge window on the wall behind Phil’s desk and a bookshelf that took up the entire right wall. By the left wall there was a leather couch, a glass coffee table, and a very nice rug. You walked closer to the desk, subtly running your hand over it.

“Sandalwood…” you whispered, letting your hand fall to your side. “Please, have a seat.” Phil said, sitting down on the other side of the desk. You nod, sitting on one of the two chairs set in front of the desk. You took a small breath, bouncing your leg subtly. “Now, as you are working here now, there is going to be some ground rules.” Phil said, folding his hands together on top of the desk.

You nod. “That makes sense.” You said, trying not to sound rude. “First, don’t enter rooms without knocking or being invited in. My boys can be iffy about their space.” You hummed, sounded reasonable. “Two, if you make a mess, please make sure to clean it up.” You nod, makes sense.

“Three, no having friends over. Especially when you’re working.” Phil shifted in his seat, now leaning back. “Four, there is a list of names and numbers on the fridge, call any one of them if I am unavailable when something happens.” You nodded, crossing your legs. “Five, if I am not here, please don’t come into my office. Six, if you decide to stay here, even occasionally, don’t leave your room past 9:30. Seven, the boys usually go to bed around 8:00. Don’t disturb them while they get ready for bed.”

You frowned slightly. Why couldn’t you be out past 9:30 if you stayed the night? “That’s all the rules I have, please follow them.” You nodded. “Of course. It would be disrespectful not to.” Phil smiled slightly. “Now. Let’s go meet my boys.” Phil stood, waiting for you to do the same. You quickly did so, making sure you still looked at least somewhat professional. “Techno should be training in the backyard, so we’ll go to him after we meet Tommy and Wilbur.” Phil said, starting to walk towards the door.

You were quick to follow, not wanting to upset him on your first day. “Tommy is a bit of a…trouble maker. If he gives you too much trouble give me a call and I’ll sort him out.” Phil said, leading you towards a hallway full of rooms. “Techno is more mellow, but he can get a little…violent if provoked. Refrain from angering him.” Phil said, sounding very serious. You nodded, tensing up slightly.

“Wilbur isn’t around often, he’s already got his own place. When he is here he’ll most likely be playing music. If he offers to play for you, just accept. He holds grudges, especially over his music.” You nod along. Wilbur and Tommy didn’t seem too bad, it was Techno you were worried about. What if you accidentally angered him? What if he didn’t like you? What if he tried hurting you? You took gymnastics for a while, but that was years ago, and you doubt it would help you now.

And what about Tommy? What if he was so much worse than Phil was describing him as? You felt bad for thinking so badly of people you haven’t even met yet, but you couldn’t help it. “Ah, another thing. Tommy has a tendency to…eat anything that looks like candy. So if you have any medication that you would like to store here, make sure to keep it locked up or somewhere hidden.” Phil said, walking up to one of the doors on the wall.

You nodded, rubbing your arm slightly. Phil knocked gently in a small pattern, waiting for a response before he opened the door. You stood in the doorway as Phil walked in. You looked around the room, nothing bad, it was just a plain room painted red, posters here and there with multiple pictures of a blond and other people. There were multiple drawings and sketches scattered around the desk in the corner, some on the floor, and one or two pinned up on the wall.

“This is Y/n, your new babysitter. Don’t scare her away.” You heard Phil say, making you turn to look at him. “That’s not fair.” The blond on the bed whined, the same blond who had opened the door for you, although now he was wearing a soft looking blue sweater. You waved slightly when he noticed you looking at him. “Uh hi. You’re Tommy?” You asked, not entering the room. The blond nodded. “Well I hope we get along well, Tommy.” You said with a smile, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Tommy just hummed and looked down at the sketchbook in his lap. You frowned slightly. Did he already not like you…?

Okay so I was in a country song bing for a good couple of hours and all I can think about is hannigrahm with a country s/o (preferably gn) who isn't shy at all but will absolutely put their hat on their heads (the meaning if that is like staking a claim or save a horse ride a cowboy)

A Night To Remember

Hannigram with a country s/o

They met you at a bar, a celebration for breaking a case, as Jack had told them.

You were on the stage, playing the guitar and singing softly for all the patrons to hear.

Hannibal watched you with interest, eventually catching your eye.

You winked at him before tipping your hat, finishing up the song you were singing.

You thanked everyone for listening before hopping off the stage and heading over to the bar, right over to Hannibal and Will.

You ordered something strong, turning to Hannibal as it was being made.

“You look like a fancy fella. What brings you ‘round here?” You asked him, starting the conversation fairly easily.

After you got your drink you hung around them, spending some time trying to crack Will out of his shell.

You bought them a round of shots, making a toast to friendship before downing it easily.

Will swished his around in the small shot glass before he took it, wincing slightly at the burn.

You teased him about it for a few minutes before taking off your hat and placing it on his head.

You gave them your number before leaving the bar, telling them to call you.

Alana laughed when she saw you place your hat on Will’s head, knowing the meaning of the whole ordeal.

Will clearly did not know, as he kept the hat on.

Eventually, Alana told him, trying to hold back her laughter when she saw his face of shock.

When Will got home he called you almost immediately, wanting to ask why you put your hat on his head.

You responded accordingly. “I thought you were cute, sugar.”

You laughed when you heard him stumble over his words slightly.

”Meet me at the bar tomorrow night. 6:30. I’ll get my hat back and we can talk. Get to know each other.”

Will agreed, mostly because he wanted to return your hat, but also because he wanted to get to know you a bit.

Hannibal helped him get ready, even offering to go with. Will denied, saying he could do it on his own.

When he met you there, he immediately asked you why you put your hat on him again.

“I told you, darlin’. I thought you were cute.” You said with a smile, taking a sip of your drink.

You two hung out all night, eventually going back to your place late at night, both of you tipsy.

Will woke up on the couch with a blanket over him and a plate of food on the coffee table.

He ate, got dressed(when did he get undressed?) and left your house.

He went home and told Hannibal about the night.

You three hung out more and more, eventually all of you fell in love.

You were the one to ask them out, jealous of a drunk who was hitting on them at the bar.

They were a bit shocked, sure, but they easily accepted your confession, confessing that they too were in love with you. (A/n: Thank you so much for the request! I thought it was really cute! I hope you like it, I tried my best to get the country aspect right, as I am not the biggest country fan. I’m sorry if it’s a little short!)

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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.

That morning you woke up at 5. The drive to his house was about twenty minutes so you had so if you wanted to get there in time you would have to leave by 8:35. That meant three hours to get ready and 35 minutes to relax. You spent the first 35 minutes in the kitchen, sipping at a warm cup of hot chocolate. You never really liked coffee, so you just stuck to hot chocolate.

After that you spent the first hour trying to put together a nice outfit. After a bit you settled on a nice pair of loose jeans, a simple t-shirt, one of your dad’s old jackets, and your old pair of converse. You played it all out on your bed before hopping in the shower, spending a little extra time to make sure your hair would look nice. After the shower it was about 7:00, meaning you had an hour and 35 minutes left.

You yawned quietly, quickly making yourself some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast with a yogurt cup on the side. You ate slowly, trying to drag the time out a little. You didn’t really have anything else to do, so dragging the time out seemed to be the only thing left. After eating you cleaned all the dishes you used, putting back the plate you had used last night before checking the time. Only 7:43, which meant you had about 50 minutes just to yourself, give or take. You hummed quietly, going to the living room and turning on the tv. You flipped through channels before finding a cartoon, Monster High. You set the remote down, watching the episode. You were starting to feel anxious.

What if they didn’t like you? You needed this job if you wanted to go to college. Right now you were barely scraping by. Yeah your dad helped occasionally but it wasn’t enough sometimes. You sighed, messing with the hem of your t-shirt as you go lost in thought. You bit your bottom lip, lost in thought for majority of your time left. Once it was time to go, you got up and put your shoes on before going outside, making sure you had your car keys in your pocket before you left.

You got in your car, connecting your phone to the car to play your music. You hit shuffle on a random playlist before starting to drive, the directions pulled up on your phone screen. You yawned, still slightly tired. You never were fully a morning person, not even when you were a little kid. You bopped your head to the music playing, smiling when Beth (Eric Carr’s version) by KISS started playing. You had always loved older music, especially songs by KISS. You turned the volume up, mouthing the words as you followed the directions your phone was giving you.

Eventually, you pulled up to the house. If you could call it that. It was practically a mansion with how huge it was. You stared in shock as you turned your car off and got out. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. What if you were too underdressed? What if they thought you weren’t professional enough? Or maybe they would think you were too young and couldn’t take care of them. Your hands shook as you walked towards the door, raising your hand to knock somewhat loudly. You took another deep breath, still trying to calm your nerves. You were definitely under dressed. What were you thinking! Jeans and a t-shirt? You cursed yourself out in your head, biting your lip again. Maybe this job wasn’t such a good idea. Your thoughts were cut off when someone opened the door. A young blond wearing a red and white baseball tee with some grass stained jeans.

“O-oh. Hello. Is um, Philza here?” You asked nervously, doubting that the boy in front of you was the man you spoke to on the phone last night. “Dad! Someone’s here for you!” The kid called into the house, still looking at you a bit suspiciously. “Why are you here?” He asked suddenly. “I’m here for a job?” You said, cursing yourself out for sounding so nervous. “What job?” The boy asked, scrunching his face up in confusion. “Um-“ “Tommy leave the poor girl alone.” An older voice said, sounding just like the man you talked to last night. You immediately stood up straighter, biting your lip nervously. “You must be Y/n. Come on in.” The man said, gently ushering the blond kid away.

You nodded and stepped inside, looking around a bit. The hallway you were in didn’t seem too fancy, as there was shoes thrown all over the corner and some sports gear draped over a bench. “I apologize for Tommy, he’s fast when someone’s at the door. We usually don’t get visitors or guests, so he gets excited.” You jumped when you heard his voice. “Oh, it’s alright. I was young once too.” You said, trying to be playful. Phil smiled, starting to walk further into the house. You quickly followed, keeping an even pace behind him. Not too far behind, but still a bit behind.

You looked around more as Phil led you through the house. “I apologize for any mess you see, mate. The cleaning lady hasn’t gotten here yet.” Phil said suddenly, noticing you look around. You smiled slightly. “No worries. Kids make messes, it’s understandable.” Phil smiled when you said this, leading you into a fancy looking office. You bit your lip. What job did this man have that allowed him to have this much money? Maybe you were biting off more than you could chew…

(Here’s part two! Sorry this one took so long, I had a bit of school work to catch up on and it took some time.)

Hi, just came here to say that I’m really excited to find someone who’s still writing SBI x reader nowadays! Although I don’t care for Wil anymore, I do still love the other three a lot (especially Techno haha). Looking forward to your babysitter series!!

Hi! Thank you so much! This means a lot to me, I’m glad you’re excited! I have the next few parts all planned out and I am planning on focusing on Techno and Tommy more than I am Wil. Phil will be gone for a bit, but he’ll eventually get his own part too. Thank you again for commenting! I hope you enjoy what’s to come!!

hey i'm free later if you wanna go insane together or something

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!)

cuddle Headcanons: SBI +some

Philza:

Techno:

Tommy:

Tubbo:

Ranboo:

Jack:

incorrect MCYT quotes!!

Phil: Why are you always trying to aggravate me?  Tommy: To relax.

Techno: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Y/n: You and me! Techno: tearing up Ok.

Tommy: What makes a bigger memory than a passionate kiss? Tommy: A stab wound.

Y/n: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise. Phil: What's the surprise? Techno: Blood poisoning.

Tommy, to Phil: I mean, I get complimented all the time- Y/n: starts cackling Tommy: I do! Y/n: laughs harder

Techno: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. Phil: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Y/n: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? Techno, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

Y/n: Are you busy? Techno: Yes. Y/n: Cool, listen to this…

Y/n: Family bonding should be 50/50. Phil cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter playing Mario Kart.

Tommy: Phil, Y/n keeps bullying me at school. Phil: Ask your teacher for help. The next day… Tommy, to their teacher: Will you help me beat up Y/n?

Techno: Phil, I am nothing if not a man of principle. Techno: Now let’s break into this apartment.

Tommy: Today, Y/n said a swear word, so Techno said that he was going to wash Y/n's mouth out with soap. Y/n replied, “It’s okay, I like the taste of soap”. Turns out, they’ve been putting soap on their lips to blow bubbles.

Tommy: School sucks. Phil: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job. Tommy: What are jobs like? Phil: They suck.

Y/n: accidentally eats something too spicy so their eyes start to water Phil: Y/n, look at me. It's okay. I would die for you. I love you so much. You're the best person I know. Y/n: I'm not crying? Phil, hugging Y/n's head: Shush baby, it's okay. Techno is here too and he loves you with his whole heart.

Tommy: Can I get a waffle? Wilbur and Y/n: fighting and yelling at each other Tommy: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

Y/n, learning how to drive: What happens if I press the gas and the brake at the same time? Tommy: The car takes a screenshot. Wilbur: Please pull over. I’m driving now.