gym clock

Shower Stall Encounters || Bucky Barnes x Reader [[smut]]

{summary: lately, you’ve been going to the gym, but not for the sake of losing weight or living healthier. no, the reason why you were at the gym was to admire a buff young man with dark hair and startling blue eyes. (note this is going to be a modern au, meaning bucky is going to be an oridinary man with no metal arm)}

*in idubbbz voice* as a content creator, i shall abide by the rules of the internet and use all the newest and coolest devices at my disposal to create content for the internet no matter what…uh amen.

an anon wanted more smut content so…here I am >w>

permenant tags: i won’t mention them because this post is very NSFW, so unless they specifically state that they want to be tagged in nsfw posts, this part will remain empty

warnings: female masturbation and smut (sex in the shower stall)

**dont plagiarize/repost this story, reblogs are fine**


Dear God, he was doing laps around the pool, and you were practically drooling at the sight of his strained body dressed in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks. The fact that you could see the droplets of water running down his chiseled chest and abdomen made your knees feel weak.

This had to be the only time you regretted going to the gym.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Will and Mike coming out to their friends, and their friends being supportive but definitely surprised because, much as I love it when their friends just KNOW, it's the 80's and heteronormativity is a powerful force.

The Snow Ball was scheduled for Friday evening in the middle school gym, seven o’clock on the dot. Thursday afternoon, after the last bell, it was all the boys could talk about as they biked back to Mike’s house. Lucas kept talking about this choice of colored tie, trying to match Max’s outfit. She wouldn’t tell him but he kept insisting orange was the right color– but no one bothered to tell him it would match her hair more than any of her clothes. Dustin said very little except that they would be impressed by his selected get-up. Will biked between the two of them silently, looking ahead at Mike. While Will’s choice move to avoid discussing the dance was silence, Mike’s was to leave the conversation entirely.

“You have a date yet, Will?” Dustin asked. “It’s kind of crunch time.”

Will tried to pedal faster, but the boys kept up with ease. “Yeah. I have one.”

“Since when?” Lucas laughed. “You didn’t tell us!”

“I asked them last week.” Will answered, shrugging. “It’s not a big deal.”

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Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary: When Bucky is old enough to really understand what a soulmate is, he’s consequently old enough to do the math for it and he’s expecting everything but that. He’s got 36.858 days until he can meet his.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
1,735 words

Notes: Filling the request of a soulmate!au with countdowns + Bucky. I have no idea if I did the math for these days correctly so please just ignore it it’s wrong, lmao. Hope you guys enjoy it. Happy reading! <3

His clock is strategically located on the inside of his upper right arm, partially invisible to the curious eyes that had never seen so much numbers on a soulmate countdown. 

He grows up fine and without a single problem because kids don’t even care about that and his was always hidden by his shirts anyway but he’d occasionally ask himself why there was so much numbers on his clock when the others had so little. 

That changes when he meets Steve – his newfound friend has an even bigger number that he shyly shows one of these days. 40168: 02: 10: 10.  

Steve has 40.168 days until he can meet his soulmate. 

He has 36.858 days until he can meet his. 

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I’ve been waiting until the ep came out to post this anD NoW I CAN OH GOD I LOVE P AI N.

“So that makes you the ace, right?” 

Akiteru freezes on the spot, catching the volleyball he’d been tossing at the wall. He turns to Kei, and smiles. “Yep! I’m the ace!”

As Akiteru says this, though, he knows it’s not true. There was a second year…A really talented second year who was out to claim that title, and there was no way he could match that talent. Not in a million years. But he could at least try for starter. 

That would make Kei happy, right?


“There’s this…kid…on my volleyball team.”

“Oh? Is someone bullying you, Kei?” 

“No!” Kei shoots up from where he sits on the ground immediately. “No way! I wouldn’t let that happen. But… people bully him, nii-chan. Or– they did. Now he hangs around me, and they leave him alone. I’m glad.” Kei’s voice is soft as he glares at the ground as if it’s cast a personal offense against him. Akiteru finds it adorable. “I…I want to bring him over…For a sleep over.”

“Really? That’s great!” Kei had a friend. One he wanted to bring over! “And will your nii-chan get to meet this friend of yours?”

Kei nods. “That’s one of the reasons why I want to bring him over! We talk about you all the time!”

“Really?” Akiteru isn’t really surprised. He’s known Kei looks up to him. “And what;s the other reason?”

“Because…he’s never had a sleepover before. And I really want to– Aki-nii, you should have seen the way his face lit up when I asked him over. He said he’d never been asked to have a sleepover before!”

“Really?” The poor kid sounded exactly like someone Kei would befriend. 

An outcast for an outcast.


“Aki-nii!” Kei comes rushing into his bedroom, grinning. “Aki-nii, I want you to meet–” Kei turns to see empty space next to him, and huffs. “Yamaguchi! Come on!”

“S– sorry, Tsukki,” A small voice squeaks from the hall, and a someone – Yamaguchi – steps inside, hunched in on himself shyly. Akiteru has to do a double take when he sees Yamaguchi. 

He’s…tiny. Even standing as tall as he can, he’s almost half of Kei, and he looks more like a six year old than a ten year old.

 He smiles at Yamaguchi, who hides behind Kei. 

“It’s ok, Yamaguchi, he won’t bite!” 

“H- hello, Ts– Tsukishi- shima-san…” Tadashi says. 

“You can call me Aki-nii!” Akiteru says, grinning, and Kei flushes when Yamaguchi squeaks in – embarrassment? Fear? 

“Let’s go, Tadashi, I– I have a game we can play, if you want.” 

“O- ok..”

Kei and – Tadashi, Akiteru liked the name – leave, Kei gripping Tadashi’s hand tightly the whole time. Akiteru can’t help but think Tadashi will be good for Kei. 

He’d have to work on breaking him out of his shell, though. 


Akiteru likes Tadashi. He’s nice enough, and never yells. Kei loves him. Akiteru can tell. He acts so subtly different around Tadashi, like how he speaks softer, as if not to startle the skittish younger boym how he uses less sudden movement, to keep Tadashi’s flinching to a minimum. 

Tadashi eventually stops stuttering as much. It occurs to Akiteru that he almost never stutters when he speaks to Kei, and it brings a soft smile to his lips. 

On days Kei and Tadashi sleep over, Akiteru picks them up from school, because, no matter how patient their mother is, she has trouble understanding Tadashi’s stutters. Akiteru likes those days, because he gets to see the both of them growing in the subtlest ways. People say goodbye to Kei when he leaves, and, usually, he would ignore them and keep walking to the car, but now– 

Now he sees Kei smile as he waves his classmates goodbye, he sees Tadashi flash a small smile when the same person recognizes he’s there and gives him a polite farewell as well. He doesn’t blush as deeply as he did when they first started this. 

“Hey Kei! Tadashi!”

“Hello, Aki-nii!”

“Hey nii-chan!” 

“You two have a match tomorrow, right? Do I get to watch?”

“Hm…” Kei puffs out his cheeks. “Nope! You’ll make us nervous!”

Kei’s words cut through Akiteru like a knife. He’s using his words against him. 

“Ah, come on, Kei,” He whines, starting up the car. “Let your big brother come to your game…”

“The next one,” Kei says, “This is Yamaguchi’s first game, and he’s worried enough without Karasuno’s ace coming to watch us. Ok?”

Those words make him even more sick. “Ok, ok. How was school today?”


The next game, Akiteru is allowed to go. He needs to help Kei with receives again. And Tadashi too. 


Akiteru watches with wide eyes across the court to the other set of bleachers. Kei is here. Tadashi is here. And he’s not on the court. 

He sees Kei mutter something, and Tadashi flinch. Then he grabs Tadashi’s hand and stalks off. 


“What?” One of his team mates looks at him questioningly. 

“I– I have to go. I’ll be right back.” He hands off his megaphones and rushes off to find Kei. They’re almost out the door when he reaches them, breathing hard. “Kei! Tadashi!”

Kei doesn’t stop. Tadashi looks over his shoulder as Kei drags him through the big glass doors, tears in his eyes. 


He doesn’t go back to the game. He doesn’t celebrate when his teammates find him in the bathroom with an ‘upset stomach’ and tell him they’ve won. They’re going to nationals, but, of course, Akiteru isn’t going to play, so why does it matter?


When Akiteru gets home, Kei has locked himself and Tadashi in his bedroom, and his mother and father look at him with pity, but don’t say anything about it. 

At dinner time, their mother brings Kei and Tadashi their food because Kei refuses to come out of his room and won’t let Tadashi leave him alone. 


Akiteru shifts nervously against the hood of the car. It’s the first time since the match he’s had to pick Kei up from school. He feels sick. Kei hasn’t spoken to him more than necessary, he’s stopped greeting him at the door asking how practice was, or if he was going to go on a run after dinner and it he could go with. 

The clock on his phone says it’s seven after four. Seven minutes past when practice ends. Children have been filing out of the gym slowly since the clock hit four, so he’s positive they weren’t held beck to be lectured. Where is Kei?..and where is Tadashi?..

Akiteru is about to give up and go in to get Kei when Tadashi pushes the far-too-large-for-him gym doors open and steps out. He’s alone. 

“Ah, Tadashi!” Akiteru calls, and Tadashi jumps, head shooting up to look around. When he sees it’s only Akiteru, he relaxes, but only for a second. He tenses up immediatedly, making his way towards him with his eyes trailed to the ground. 

“Ak- kiteru-k- kun,” He mumbles in greeting, fiddling with his fingers. His stutter was worse. That meant he was nervous. 

“Tadashi, how was school today?”

“I- It was–” Tadashi’s face brightens a moment, before falling yet again. “I– mean…Ts- Tsukki says I’m n– not allowed to t- talk to y- you…”

“W- what?” Akiteru’s heart stops. Kei had said that? “Why’s that, Tadashi?”

“Ts- Tsukki says you lie…” Tadashi says quietly. “Do y- you li- lie, Aki-n- nii?” 

Like a punch to the face. 



“A– ah. Tsukki, h- hi…”


“Kei! How was your day?” Tadashi is stuttering more, why s that? Did another student rough him up or was that my fault? 

Kei just ignores Akiteru and climbs in the back of the car, dragging Tadashi in with him. 


“You and Tadashi start school tomorrow,” Akiteru comments as their eating, and Kei stops mid-bite to stare at him. 

“Yeah…” They were on speaking terms, but not very good ones despite the time given to heal. “Yamaguchi’s going to be in the same class as me this year. So I can take care of him better this year.” 

Their mother coos at this. She thinks his relationship with Tadashi is adorable, and Akiteru has to agree. 

“That’s good. Where are you two going?” He hadn’t even known they were going to the same school, let alone they were going to be in the same class. He was a horrible brother. 


Akiteru’s silverware clatters onto his plate, and their mother chastises him. 

“Sorry– uh, can I be excused? I’m full.”

His mother gives him a raised eyebrow, but allows him to leave. 

As his bedroom door shuts, Akiteru feels tears he didn’t know were forming spill onto his face. 

Karasuno. Of course he’d go there. 


“Kei, how was practice today?” A sense of Déja vous washes over Akiteru as he rushes to greet his younger brother at the door, grin wide on his face. “Did you have fun? Are you enjoying your new teammates? How about Tadashi? Is he doing ok? How’s his stutter?”

“Akiteru, you saw him yesterday,” Kei groans, sliding off his shoes and brushing past him on his way inside. “Everything’s the same as last time you asked. Which, again, was yesterday.”

“Heh, sorry, I just want to make sure you’re ok with…You’re fitting in, right?”

“Yes,” Kei groans. "Tell mom I’m not going to eat, ok? I ate at Tadashi’s when we did our homework together.”

Akiteru doesn’t mention how he just called Tadashi his given name, opting to keep to himself if he ever wanted to get on Kei’s good side again. “Roger!” He salutes, and mock-marches in the direction of the kitchen whilst Kei stalks off to his bedroom. 


“Hey, Tadashi! I haven’t seen you in a while!” 

“A– Aki- nii, hi,” Tadashi smiles shyly at Akiteru. “It has been a while! Tsukki and I have been busy with practice, and– and I do extra practice with an old alumni of Karasuno…” 

Tadashi says the last part quietly, like the topic was a sensitive one, and he sees why. Upon hearing Tadashi’s words, Kei glares in their direction and calls Tadashi. 

“C- coming, Tsukki!”

Akiteru watches as Tadashi trails Kei down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom. He still had a bit of a stutter. Or maybe that was just around him. 


“Oh, Kei, are you getting ready for your date with Tadashi?” Their father’s words stop Akiteru’s movements, and he nearly drops his cup of hot chocolate. 



“What?” Kei asks, frustrated, as he fixes his button up. 

“You and Tadashi are dating?”

“For like two months now,” Kei says. Two months? And he hadn’t known about it? “…Openly.” 

That means they’ve been dating before that. How had Akiteru not noticed? He should have been the first to know. 

“Oh. I didn’t know!”

“Because I didn’t tell you.”

Right. Because they still weren’t ok. 


“Kei, we need to talk. Like, really talk.”


“I think you know what.” Akiteru’s voice is sharp enough to make Tadashi squeak in fear. Kei glares at him. “Sorry. Sorry, just– Kei, we can’t tip-toe around this any longer. It’s getting ridiculous.”

“I’ll tip-toe around things as much as I want, thank you very much,” 

“Like you tip-toed around telling me you and Tadashi were together? Which, I very much support, by the way.”

“I- I’ll just…go in the– the other room…” Tadashi mumbles, standing and rushing to the door. He takes one last peek over his shoulder before the door shuts behind him, and Akiteru sees worry in his eyes, spread across his features. 

“Go away.” Kei says. 


“Why? So we can ‘talk’ about how you lied to me about being the ace and how you ‘didn’t mean to’ and you ‘really thought’ and– fuck,”Kei wipes furiously at his eyes under his glasses. “I don’t want to hear it, so just go away and send Tadashi back in.”

“No.” Akiteru says again, crossing the room and sitting stubbornly on Kei’s desk chair. Kei, from his bed, glares at him weakly. “I need you to at least listen to me. This has gone on for too long, I should have spoken to you right away about it, and I’m sorry. Ok? I’m sorry. I was wrong to lie to you, but you looked up to me, Kei. I just thought I could make you proud.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Kei scoffs. 


“You should have known that I would have been proud of you if you hadn’t lied to me,” Kei snaps, “There. Are you happy?”

Akiteru’s eyes widen. “Kei..” 

“If you hadn’t lied.”

“…Yeah…” Yeah, of course. 

“I thought the world of you, Akiteru. Just because you weren’t playing volleyball doesn’t mean I would have hated you.” Kei takes a shuddering breath. 

“Kei…” Akiteru feels tears start to well up. “Kei, I’m sorry… I just wanted to make you proud. I’m sorry.” 

“I know you are.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“I’m only mad at how long it took you to tell the truth.” 

“Aww, come here!” Akiteu launches himself at Kei, and gives him a noogie. “I love you, Kei!” 

“Oi! Quit it!” Kei laughs, “Glasses! Glasses, nii-chan!”

“Nope! Not until you say you love your big brother back!”

“Never! Tadashi! Help! He’s attacking me!” Kei yells, still giggling, and Akiteru hears Tadashi rush to the Kei’s bedroom. 

“Tsukki? What’s going on?” 

“He’s a monster, Tadashi, he’s attacking me with noogies!” Akiteru says, mocking Kei’s voice. 

“Hey, my voice doesn’t sound like that!”

“My voice doesn’t sound like that!”

“Aki-nii,” Tadashi whines, sounding nervous, “Don’t hurt him,” 

“Don’t worry, Tadashi, this is all fun,” Akiteru smiles brightly at his brother’s worried boyfriend. He stops noogie-ing Kei, instead taking him in a tight hug. Kei hugs back, still catching his breath from trying to escape. 

“…Ok…” Tadashi looks like he’s about to leave again when Akiteru calls out. 

“Tadashi! Come join us!”

Tadashi looks at the two brothers hesitantly, before taking a few careful steps towards them. When he’s close enough, Akiteru catches him by the wrist and pulls him in against Kei, wrapping his arms around the both of them the best he can. 

Maybe things would go back to how they were now. Akiteru wouldn’t mind one bit if it did, but– 

“I love you two…” Kei mumbles into the hug. “I love you two.”

Then again, maybe he didn’t. Kei was grown up, now, and he was happy. That’s all he could have asked for. 


At just about an hour from closing, business at Conall had finally slowed down. For some reason, the gym had been quite busy today. It occurred to her that a full moon was just around the corner, so she attributed this as the cause. Gym members started to clock out, giving Harper small yet thankful nods on their way out. She couldn’t help but glare her eyes at them every time, wondering why some of the sweatier ones didn’t take advantage of some of the amenities (specifically showers) that the gym had to offer. 

After it seemed as if everyone had cleared out of the gym, Harper started to clean up the front desk. She frankly didn’t care that there was still an hour left before closing. If anyone else were to come into Conall, they would simply have to deal with her turning them away. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Harper saw someone round the corner. At first she thought it was a customer and rolled her eyes, but quickly realized that it was Azula. Beta Azula. Harper offered a small to Azula, trying her best to act as if she hadn’t found out about her Beta title. “Long day?” she questioned simply, messily shoving a paper into the wrong file. “If we have another customer come in, I’m going to punch them in the fucking face,” Harper pointed out in a tired tone, leaning up against the side of the desk.

Yes Dean, there is a Santa Claus

 “Dad I am not a baby!” Dean protested in the small motel bed.

John sighed as tried to keep a straight face “Look Dean, you believe there are ghosts?” Dean nodded. “Demons?” Another nod. “Werewolves?” Nod. “Well then why don’t you believe in this?”

Dean rolled his eyes “Because dad everyone knows there isn’t a Santa Claus.” At eight Dean had that all encompassing tone children possessed when they knew how the world worked. At almost nine, Dean was a wise old sage on everything in general. There was no doubt or wavering from his point, what he knew was what he knew.

And he knew there wasn’t a Santa Claus.

At his last school Kelly Ayers had told him that Santa Claus was just a story they told little kids to make them go to bed on Christmas day and it was actually parents who bought gifts. Which kinda made sense to Dean since that Christmas he had gotten three comic books and a six pack of Pepsi…all things easily bought at the local corner store instead of made at the North Pole. He had decided not to inform his dad that he had been wise to his ruse…and just let sleepy dogs lie wherever they lay.

Or something like that.

But here it was, Christmas 1987 and John was treating him like a baby. I mean sure sell that Santa Claus stuff to Sammy, he was only four, he ate that junk up. But at almost nine, Dean had decided it was time to let go of childish things and grow up some. So as he sat in his faded blue pajama bottoms and Motley Crue t shirt in bed, he was not going to let his father lie to him some more. Sammy was asleep, only men awake now…so why not just tell the truth?

“Look Dean” John said in a calm and even voice “I am trying to tell you. I need to go out and if Santa Claus shows up I need you to tell him something.”

Dean gave his dad another look, as a slight crease appeared on his forehead. The first sign of him cracking “But dad…how can he be real?”

John gestured with his hands “All stories come from somewhere Dean.” he said allowing himself some time to act it out “In fact in his off time, when he isn’t delivering presents, he’s a hunter.”

“What?” Dean asked in half shock and half disbelief.

John nodded “Uh-huh. Where do you think the knows when you’ve been naughty thing comes from? He uses his…um power to find evil and hunt it down.”

“And he kills him with his trained reindeer?” Dean asked.

John now fought not to burst out laughing “How did you know? That’s right!”

“I knew it!” Dean said pumping his fist in victory “I knew that red nose meant something.”

John coughed to cover his laugh “Right so on Christmas, he comes and drops off presents for good hunters and their kids all over the world.”

Dean’s eyes got wide, his earlier position of not believing in Santa completely abandoned “Have you been good dad?”

John put his most sincere face forward “Well that’s the thing Dean…I need to go to church and make sure. You know…get forgiven and all that.”

Dena nodded quickly “Right so you go do that…and we get presents?”

The senior Winchester nodded “Yep, so I need you to tell Santa something if I miss him while I am at church.”

“Hold on!” Dean said jumping out of bed and running to the table. He snatched a pad of motel stationary and a pen and ran back and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide as he looked at his dad “Ok shoot.”

John covered his face from the huge smile as he looked at the earnest look on Dean’s face. “Ok here’s the message…Tell him Sam has been great and Dean has been…” Dean leaned in as he waited for the last word “…pretty good as well.”

“Pretty good?” Dean exclaimed, not writing the last part down.

John looked at him in mock seriousness “Dean you did clock your gym teacher in Kentucky.”

Dean’s bottom lip jutted out as he scowled “That guy was a jerk!”

“He was trying to explain to you why throwing a dodge ball at someone’s head was not right.”

“Still a jerk.” Dean muttered.

“And there was the time you kicked that older kid in Mississippi.” John brought up.

“He was looking at me like I was a freak!” Dean explained.

“He was nearsighted Dean, he couldn’t even see you from where you were standing.”

“That’s his story.” Dean huffed as he crossed his arms across his chest.’

“Look Dean…I have to tell Santa the truth…I mean he knows it already. You know he knows…”

Dean held up a small hand “Yeah yeah. He knows everything.”

“I’m sure he’ll being you something as well Dean.” John said putting a hand around his son’s back “Just give him my message ok?”

Dean just nodded as he looked at the ground “That’s ok dad. I’ll tell him.”

John’s faith in the plan wavered for a moment. Bobby was the one who had said the kids needed something special for this Christmas. Something to bring the magic of the season back into their eyes. John had agreed…but was lost in how to do that. That was when Bobby outlined his plan.

“Ok I’ll try to be back as quickly as possible.” John said standing and slipping his jacket on “Just pass that along in case I miss him.”

Dean nodded again as he climbed back into bed. He looked like someone had kicked him in the teeth. John was about to falter but he knew it would be forgotten in a little while. Grabbing his keys he locked the door behind him and waked to the Impala.

Dean heard the car start up and take off out of the parking lot. Leaving the room completely silent. Dean laid there as his mind raced…how was he supposed to know Santa was real? He had just written him off as a stupid story so what did it care how he acted during the year? But if he was real…and he was going to be here? He was in serious trouble. Cause all dad brought up was the stuff he knew of, if Santa had that whole knows everything gig going for him…Dean was hosed. How was he going to explain that?

Minutes turned into a half hour and Dean had almost dozed off when he heard the motel room door open. He opened one eye and saw a red and white form sneak into the room quietly. Dean held his breath as Santa closed the door behind him. Holy crap! He WAS real. He had a small sack with him and he began to move over to the table with quiet steps.

Dean took a deep breath, now or never.

Sitting up he said in a low voice “Mr. Claus?”

Santa paused and looked back at the young boy “Dean Winchester? Why are you awake?”

Dean grabbed the pad from the table “I have a message for you from my dad.”

Santa paused “Well ok, what is it?”

Dean looked down at the pad and tried to find some way out of his predicament…and found nothing. He was pinched for sure. Putting the pad down he said “My dad wanted you to know that Sammy was extra good this year. He took his bath without fussing all the time and never complained about not having the right cereal or eating Spaghettios three nights in a row. He’s doing really good in school and he is already reading on his own. And even though he doesn’t know about the whole hunter thing…he is extra brave.”

Santa stood there blinking for a few seconds “That’s it?”

Dean nodded.

“Anything else?” the old man asked.

“No sir. Just that he deserved extra stuff this year. Anything you got…Sam isn’t picky. He’ll love it no matter what.” Dean said in that same level voice.

Santa came closer and sat down at the edge of the bed “And what about you?”

Dean looked down and sighed “I’m not a very good kid sir. I’m sure you know that. I mean I try…but it’s hard.” he felt his chest tighten up but he pressed on “Like the kid I hit in the head with the dodge ball, he had joked that my mom musta dressed me that morning cause my clothes looked stupid when it was all I had clean so I had to wear it and he shouldn’t say stuff about my mom cause she’s dead and that’s not fair and the guy I hit in Mississippi I thought was staring at Sam weird and I didn’t know he was half blind and I said I was sorry afterwards but he bawled like a baby anyways and I didn’t mean to slit that guys tires in Memphis but he said that dad’s car was a penis car and I don’t know what that means but that car is the coolest car this side of KITT and no one gets away with calling it anything and the time I unscrewed all the salt shaker’s in that diner was because the waitress gave us a look when we ordered more pie because we had been on the road for like forever and was still hungry and I saw how dad looked ashamed at the way she shook her head and the time…”

Santa put a hand out and paused the young man in midbreath “Dean…” Dean stopped and looked up at Santa with tears in his eyes “What are you trying to say?”

Dean sniffled “Please Mister Claus, don’t punish Sammy cause I’m a bad kid. Give me the charcoal or whatever it is you do for that but give him some toys…cause he’s basically a good kid…and he doesn’t have any toys.” Dean sniffled again “And he’s a kid…he deserves some toys.” Dean wasn’t sure but it looked like Santa was crying also but that was stupid.

“Look Dean” Santa said after a few seconds “I think you’re a great kid. You take care of your brother and make sure he is taken care of, no matter how busy your dad gets you never complain, never shirk your responsibilities and you are always there for him.” He put a gloved hand on Deans face “And that makes you the best kind of kid of all.”

Dean blinked back tears “But I was bad…” he said.

“Dean” Santa said, in that same voice dad used when he didn’t want his son arguing with him “Trust me. You’re a great kid.”

Dean wiped his nose as Santa opened his bag up and pulled out a wrapped present “Here.” he said “Normally you would have to wait, but I think in this case, you can open it now.”

Dean’s eyes got wide as he took the package with reverence “You mean it? For me?”

Santa nodded.

Dean opened it and found a black leather bracelet in it. He pulled it out, seeing it would fit him, but could be made much larger as well. “What is it?” he asked.

Santa helped him out it on “When your father was in the Marines, his unit had a set of these made up. All of them had one, each one black leather like this.” he said making sure it was on tight.

Dean held up his arm and looked at it “What’s it mean?”

Santa leaned back “It means you are a warrior.” he said with obvious pride “You are part of a unit and they count on you just like you count on them.”

Dean touched it lightly “What unit?”

Santa smiled “Winchester Hunter Unit.” he said “You’re 2nd in command.”

Dean’s eyes got wide “Really?”


Dean pulled the leather to his chest “Thank you Santa.”

Santa held his arms open and the boy hugged him hard “Merry Christmas Dean.”

Dean hugged him back as hard as he could, he couldn’t stop crying. Santa held him until he was cried out and then the man laid him back into bed. With a tired voice Dean asked “But you brought Sammy something right?”

Santa smiled again “Yes Dean, I brought him some toys.”

Dean smiled as he snuggled up in his covers “Good. He’s stinky…but he’s a good brother.”

Santa looked down at the drowsy child and murmured “Not as good as you are.” But Dean was already asleep.

John set out the rest of the presents and began to creep out of the motel when he heard a gasp. He looked over and saw Sam sitting up in bed, eyes wide in shock. John put a finger to his beard and made a shhing motion. Sam nodded unblinking as he walked out of the motel room, locking the door behind him.

John stood outside of the door as he heard a muffled “DEAN! DEAN! WAKE UP!! SANTA WAS HERE!”

His smile was still there when he went around the corner and found Bobby sitting in his truck waiting to take John back to the Impala. As he got into the truck Bobby asked “Well?”

“You are the smartest man I know Bobby Singer.” his voice still cracking with emotion.

Bobby grinned and nodded as he shifted into drive “And don’t you forget it.” After a few minutes he said “Merry Christmas John.”

“Merry Christmas Bobby.”

And to all…a good night.


I’m trying really hard this semester to keep my gym game up, which means super early wake ups! This Alarmy app is the death of me but also a total saving grace because you CANNOT sleep in with it! Either shake your phone a certain number of times or set the picture to your bathroom sink so you have to get up and retake the picture before it will shut off. Just be 100% sure your phone isn’t set to silent! It also shows the days forecast 😊

From experience– the nap after an intense practice that accidentally turns into passing out in the gym for a whole night tends to be the most refreshing… Though some mornings I wouldn’t be able to feel my leg ahaha…….

In a bed though, isn’t it all the same?

Fake AH Headcanons that you didn’t ask for!

- Geoff is the kinda asshole who leaves everything everywhere. From clothes on the floor, booze in the bathroom, to highly incriminating evidence in the bank they just robbed; he’s an honest to God mess.

- If you think Matt and Jeremy have matching Hello Kitty footie pajamas you are absolutely right and your prize is a high five my friend.

- Before Gavin came along their go to computer nerds were Matt and Kdin. Matt specialized in security, protecting their digital files and making sure no pictures of them (taken from security cameras) made it to the cops, and Kdin handled their online finances and watched their backs on heists.

- Ryan is hella fit.

- But he doesn’t hit the gym.

- Ever

- And his diet consists of diet coke and fritos.

- You think he goes to the gym at 8 o’ clock every morning? Wrong. He sits there in bed grumbling and groaning as Gavin stands in the doorway demanding he get up it’s just the gym Ryan come on don’t be a baby!

- Matt, Jeremy, and Kdin are no longer allowed to host Christmas

- Not after what happened with the dumpster fire

- And the bat

- And the snowballs

- Sometimes Ray will show up to a heist with a bouquet of roses that he’ll give to whoever their robbing and say “sorry we’re robbing you, have this”

October 28, 2016
  1. Libra

  2. Aquarius

  3. Gemini

  4. Aries
     High-quality green tea

  5. Sagittarius
     Playing cards

  6. Leo

  7. Capricorn
     Sports bag

  8. Taurus
     Sports gym

  9. Virgo

  10. Scorpio
     Childhood friend

  11. Pisces
     Information magazine

  12. Cancer
     Microwave oven

There is the clock tower gym! It’s guarded by blue team, and I challenged it and managed to kick out two of their team members before it started doing this glitch where only my pokemon could take damage.

So I got mad and gave up, but I’ll try again tomorrow I guess!

So far Ginsu is my best. Still looking for a Pikachu :(