watch out i could attack at any moment

Princess Leia, who moments ago dropped out of hyperspace after fleeing the first major battle of the Galactic Civil War: Lord Vader, I should have known. Only you could be so bold. The Imperial Senate will not sit for this, when they hear you’ve attacked a diplomatic…

Darth Vader, who literally just saw this happen an hour ago at most and watched her ship take off: Don’t play games with me, Your Highness. You weren’t on any mercy mission this time. You passed directly through a restricted system. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies. I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you.

Princess Leia, who received the data from the hands of a man who witnessed Vader kill a dozen people on his way there: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan.

Darth Vader, who has been following her the entire time and can read minds:

Anxiety Attack

Well, here I go. So this topic is quite personal to me because I suffer from it, but I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve had this one personally saved. GIF is not mine and feel free to send in requests! 


I froze. Oh god, please don’t let me have a panic attack now. I had been doing so well with keeping it together, my streak was about to be gone. I looked up towards Shawn, seeing that he had just finished his concert for the night as he was talking to Andrew, pulling out his ear plug, seeming to be so happy. I didn’t want to ruin his buzz. Him seeing me having a panic attack after his concert is probably something he didn’t want to deal with. 

Screams from the fans invaded my hearing, causing me to wince at the sound being amplified. I gripped onto my shirt, feeling my legs were about to give out, toes and fingers slowly becoming numb. I felt my whole body becoming clammy, feeling the tightness in my breath increasing every second. I wrested my hands on the food table, trying to keep my balance as much as I could. My hearing started to become impaired, as though I could only hear my own breathing shortening. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart race increasing. 

‘Y/N?’ My eyes wandered to a concerned Shawn, his attention was now fully on me, along with Andrew’s. I stared into Shawn’s eyes, not being able to comprehend a sentence. I breathed in as deeply as I could, which wasn’t a lot as I felt my body give way. I felt my body falling, watching Shawn’s face change drastically, watching him taking off into a sprint almost in slow motion towards me, hoping to catch me. But with a harsh thud on the floor, I felt my whole body go into danger mode. All I could see was the ceiling of the arena complex, hearing the loud vibrations of footsteps coming towards me as I started to hyperventilate, my body shaking with the quick, fast breaths. I felt like I was going to die. Everything felt as though I was in slow motion. 

I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t cry out that I felt like I was dying at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t even blink as I felt someone move my body onto my side, removing my hair from my face. 

‘Is she having an epileptic fit?’ 

'No, she’s having a panic attack.’ Shawn’s voice flowed through my ears as I felt my body starting to jerk from the continuous shaking and hyperventilating. I felt my teeth starting to numb, feeling as though I could pass out at any moment if someone didn’t try to calm me down. 

I looked ahead of me, seeing a few blurry figures in front of me, watching me full on freak out. I started crying, whaling mostly as I couldn’t find air. I felt a warm touch on my cheek, noticing Shawn was touching my face, 'Y/N, babe, please breathe for me. You know exactly how to do it, okay?’ 

I was trying hard to listen to Shawn’s pleading words, but there was no avail, I kept thinking about how everyone was probably watching this play out. 'Someone get me some water, please!’ I heard Shawn shout behind him, looking directly back towards me, grabbing my face in his hands. He was slightly blurry, but I could tell he was ready to cry himself. 'Y/N, you’ve done this before. This will pass, you’ve got to believe in yourself, c'mon baby girl.’ 

I watched him lie down next to me, grabbing my hands in his, watching him squeeze them. I gripped back as tightly as I could, showing the fear I was in right now. 'It’s alright, we’re going to breath together, okay? Alright,’ Shawn breathed in deeply through his nose, counting to five and out his mouth whilst I tried to repeat the same actions. I kept jerking on my breaths, making me cry out even more. 'Hey, it’s alright babe. Keep doing what you’re doing, it’s okay. I promise.’ He breathed in through his nose and out his mouth again, still not succeeding. 

'Shawn…’ I managed to get out as I started to feel the tears falling down my face, he slowly caressed my face, sadness illuminating off of him, 'I feel like I’m going to-to pass out…’ 

'I’m sorry babe, you can’t do that. Not whilst I’m here.’ Shawn sat up quickly and pulled me up from the cold floor that I soon discovered, sitting me on his lap as he held me like I was a child. He took off his grandfathers ring and placed in my hand, hoping to gain feeling back. His hand over closed mine, holding it tightly due to his knuckles being white. He put my head on his chest, as I craved his heart beat. I didn’t care if Shawn was sweaty, he was the only one helping me right now. 

I was still shaking as I saw a bottle of water in front my face. 'Drink it Y/N, please.’ I grabbed it, taking a shaky skull with Shawn’s eyes following my every move. I took a shaky sigh, feeling the jerking and harsh shaking finally ended. I was now left with the tired feeling of wanting to sleep. 

I closed my eyes and sighed into Shawn’s chest, who was holding me tight. I lifted my head to look at my sweaty, worried face boyfriend. I placed my hand on his cheek, pulling him close for a gentle kiss. I pulled away as I soon felt his lips on my forehead. 

'You scared the crap out of me.’ He whispered into my hair. I tried to sit up, as Shawn refused to let me.

I looked down at my hands, holding Shawn’s ring tightly. 'I don’t know what happened…’ I started off, 'one minute I was clapping for you on your last song, the next I felt my chest clenching.’ I sighed, looking down at my fingers. 

I heard the jogging of footsteps as I saw Andrew and the tour paramedic. I felt my face becoming warm, I didn’t know if it was from my anxiety attack or if I was embarrassed. I watched Andrew talk with the paramedic for a few seconds, as the paramedic soon left us. 

'Well,’ Andrew sighed, looking down at Shawn and I, 'I’m glad Shawn knew what he was doing, because I certainly didn’t.’ I laughed at Andrew, sighing myself. 

'It’s a terrifying experience when you face it alone,’ I looked at Shawn still sweating face, smiling, 'but when you have people that care around you, it’s not so bad.’

Originally posted by thugshawn

Don’t Touch Me

Prompt:Kidnapping fic but focus on the aftermath? So it’s a teenage AU and Dan was kidnapped but rescued blah blah but he has PTSD because he was abused by his captors. Maybe write about Phil and Dan’s family trying to cope with Dan now he’s different and trying to help him get better (Phil’s Dan’s boyfriend obvs). Idk, I love kidnapping fics but none of them focus on the aftermath and I think you’d be able to do it fantastically

Dan doesn’t like to be touched when he’s upset so Phil has to try and calm him down differently (e.g. breathing exercises) but in the end Dan gives in and crawls into Phil’s arms and falls asleep or something.)

Contains: AU, fluff, angst, PTSD, mentions of kidnapping
Warning: Angst, PTSD, mentions of kidnapping.
Words: 3.308

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The Wrong Trigger | A JB / Jaebum Gang AU Scenario Part 1

Characters: Got7′s Im Jaebum / JB, You

Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this for days but my major exams kept getting in the way. Thus this is only the first part. I’ll post part 2 soon but for now, I have your requests to tend to ;)

Warning: Hint of violence and vulgarities

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask Jaebum as you go about the supermarket, cart and shopping list in one hand, your phone in the other.

“You,” he replies, his voice husky. You stop in your tracks and try your hardest to keep a straight face. Though he can’t actually see your reaction, it’s become a force of habit.

“You’re lucky you aren’t here Im Jaebum, or I would’ve whooped your ass,” you say with a hushed voice as you continue to scan the racks, looking for all that is in your list.

“Ooo, spanking. Someone’s being kinky,” you stop in your tracks again and heave a long sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. He’s smirking and you know it. You can simply feel his cockiness radiating through the phone.

“Im Jaebum,” you say through gritted teeth. You hear him chuckling on the other end and you actually wish he’s physically with you at this moment so that you could smack him.

“Okay, okay, fine I’ll stop. I’m craving for my favourite dish,” he answers, still chuckling. His laughter is cut short when he sees a group of men coming his way; men who aren’t supposed to be in this area.

“Hey babe? I’ll call you back okay?” He says without taking his eyes off of them. You notice the change in his tone and immediately know what’s going on. Though you know this kind of situation is a norm, you can’t help but to feel worried for his safety every time. Today however, the sense of impending danger is much stronger than it has ever been but you shrug it off, telling yourself he’ll be just fine.

“Be careful, I love you,” you say.

“I will, I love you too,” he replies before hanging up. You linger on the line for another second before sliding your phone into your back pocket and moving along with your grocery shopping.

“You guys picked the wrong day to enter my territory. I honestly wasn’t in the mood to fight. Also, you interrupted my conversation with my girlfriend, how rude,” Jaebum says with feigned hurt in his tone as he places a hand on his chest.

“Da Heon sends his regards,” one of them says, earning a scoff from Jaebum.

“He has an army and he only decides to send the four of you to me? What is he, dumb?” Jaebum says with a quirked brow. He doesn’t get a reply but sees a smirk pulling on the corners of the earlier guy’s lips.

One of them dashes towards Jaebum, withdrawing a blade from his back pocket. Jaebum remains on his spot, reading the guy’s movements. He doesn’t pull out his weapon, not yet. The man makes a move to swing the blade towards Jaebum’s face but Jaebum catches his arm. Jaebum tightens his grip, numbing the man’s hand. A loud clatter hits the ground, forming a smirk on Jaebum’s face. Releasing the man’s wrist, Jaebum sends a kick his way, hitting him straight in the chest. The man falls backwards, hitting his head against a dumpster, knocking him out. Crouching down, Jaebum picks up the blade the man has dropped and examines it.

“Not bad, I could keep this,” he says. At that moment, he sees the second guy getting into a stance, ready to attack him.

“Or maybe not,” Jaebum mutters before throwing the blade towards the man, striking him right at his heart. The man lets out a cry of pain before hitting the ground. Blood oozes out of his wound as he takes in short breaths. Jaebum doesn’t bother watching him any longer; he’s bound to die anyway. Shifting his line of vision towards the remaining two, Jaebum scans them and finds something out of place. Jaebum knows they have a gun, but what confuses him is the fact that they’re not using it. Instead, they lunge towards him, unarmed.

Once you’re done grocery shopping, you make your way home as you plan the dishes you’ll be cooking, in your mind. As you’re walking down the usual route to your house, you begin to feel uneasy. Sneaking a glance over your shoulder, you spot a group of men mirroring your pace. Your gut feeling gnaws at you, telling you that they aren’t ordinary men. Without thinking twice, you drop your groceries and make a run for it. In the midst of it, you dial Jaebum’s number but your fright only heightens when the call goes unanswered.

Please leave a message after the beep.

“Jaebum-ya, there are men following me. I’m 10 minutes away from home, at the alleyway we’d take whenever you’re too lazy to take the long route to the grocery store. I’m not sure if I can make it home. I made a run for it but I don’t know if the men are still -” You’re cut off when a figure blocks your way. Gasping, you take a step back and meet his eyes. He’s smiling down at you but all you see is malevolence in his eyes.

If you’re ever in danger and I don’t pick up, leave a message that’s as detailed as possible and then place your phone into your back pocket. Don’t end the call. Jaebum once told you.

“Who are you?” you ask, stuttering as you take slow steps back. Your back comes into contact with a brick wall, stunning you slightly. The man doesn’t reply but approaches you instead. He takes his time with every step, scanning you from top to bottom and back up. Your heart begins to race as a smirk grows on his face. Your stomach feels queasy as you try to think of a way to escape. Without a second thought, you dash towards an opening but a hand grabs your arm, pulling you back. Before you can wriggle out of his grip, he has you pinned against the wall.

“Where do you think you’re going, hm?” Upon asking that question, he draws his face nearer to yours.

“I never knew Jaebum’s girlfriend would be this pretty up front. It’s going to be harder for me to hurt you,” he whispers as he curls a strand of hair behind your ear. You flinch at his touch, shiver in his presence.

“Babe, if in any situation, someone has you trapped and you aren’t able to aim their vital area, knee the inner part of their thigh and when their grip loosens, shove them away as hard as possible and make a run for it.” Remembering what Jaebum once told you, you knee the inner part of the man’s thigh. This elicits a groan from the man as he withers in his pain, loosening his grip on you. 

Seeing this as an opportunity, you shove him away as hard as possible and run towards the nearest opening. Your hopes of escaping are crushed as the group of men you saw earlier on, block your way. You fall back on your step, losing your balance but just as you’re about to fall, a pair of hands stabilises you. Turning you to face him, he lets out a forced laugh.

“It’s sad that your boyfriend didn’t prepare you well enough.”

“Who are you?” You ask once more, your voice barely audible. He doesn’t reply immediately but grabs your phone from your back pocket. Placing the phone to his ear, he smiles down at you once more.

“Da Heon sends his regards.”

“Don’t you find it odd that he only sent four men?” Yugyeom asks.

“Yeah, I do. It’s even weirder that they weren’t even trying to take me out. I know Da Heon and the potential of his men. Those whom I just fought were barely putting in any effort,” Jaebum says as he applies some medication on his bruises. Sure they’re present but in any other situation, Jaebum would’ve come out of that fight with worse injuries. Once he’s done, he takes out his phone to call you but tenses upon seeing the notification on his phone.

1 unopened voicemail.

With a quickened heartbeat, Jaebum opens the voicemail and with every passing second, his grip on his phone grows tighter. Anger clouds his face as he grits his teeth. Upon hearing the last few seconds of that voicemail, Jaebum shuts his eyes in an attempt to dissipate a part of the burning anger within him.

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Yugyeom asks upon seeing the elder’s sudden change in demeanour.

“Those four men were merely a distraction. That fucker took my girlfriend.”

Crows [Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane x Reader]

Request: Can you do a readerxscarecrow Maybe he’s introducing them to his flock of pet crows and him just being himself from @ takedasangel

Words: 906

Warnings: Generally dark themes, fear, drugs kind of maybe. Also, I know nothing about birds, so please ignore any kind of facts that I’ve put in here cause they’re probably not true.

Nothing: I tried, I really tried. It’s not the best but I really really tried. I hope you like it.

“This is Freud. Now be steady or you’ll frighten them away.” He warned as the bird landed on his arm. Slowly he lowered his arm until the bird was face to face with you. Cautiously you reached up until your hand was just above the bird. When it remained calm you proceeded to run a finger along its back. You watched intently as is shuddered and stretched out its wings.

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Confessions of a former aGGro

This post has been months in the making. Since I created this blog about a year ago, I’ve been afraid to come out and talk about Gamergate directly. And, go figure, it was never because of the ~~scary dudebro neckbeard pissbabies~~.

I feared retaliation from other women for even tagging a post. But you know what? Fuck that shit.

Initially, I did fear men in gaming. Despite having played games my entire life (yes, my literal entire life, and I don’t need an over-inflated windbag to write it into a Time piece), I began to fear and dodge men online. Eventually, I stopped playing online altogether. I couldn’t handle how bad my anxiety was getting every time I logged in, so I stopped completely.

Looking back now, during that time that I was slowing down on how often I played video games, the amount of attention I paid to aGGro personalities (specifically on Twitter) went up. I started believing people like Chris Kluwe when they told me men who game are bad and evil and dirty. I started listening to Randi Harper’s “death threats” and I believed her. These were people I liked, I looked up to. If they say it, it has to be true, right?

I didn’t even realize it was happening. I was so wrapped up in this idea that my favorite hobby was under attack, and the constant veiled threat looming behind that vague gray curtain eventually started getting to me without me even realizing it. At the lowest, I was actually happy to see pro-GG people get attacked and doxxed. I was happy, relieved even, when I saw someone on the other side of the fence get what I thought they had coming.

And then I started watching Tropes vs. Women In Gaming. That was probably the best thing that could have happened to me. It was at that moment, listening to Sarkeesian and McIntosh tell me the games I’ve loved my entire life were toxic, that the first two puzzle pieces clicked together. I wanted to say something, to point out that “Hey, maybe we should think about this, because I never thought that game was any sort of harmful and I’m a girl.”

But the comments were closed. Every. Single. Time. And that bugged the fuck out of me. Why didn’t Anita want people commenting? Surely I couldn’t be alone in thinking that Prince of Persia was low-tier crap, sure, but offensive? Toxic to women? That’s a stretch. I knew I couldn’t be the only girl thinking that something smelled… fishy.

That drove me to look to other sources. The first I found was KiA. At first, the whole subreddit pissed me off. I thought to myself, “Oh my God, maybe they were right. Maybe pro-GG really is a bunch of hypocritical babies.” But within two hours of reading articles, more puzzle pieces started fitting together. If Harper and Wu were really threatened, where’s the evidence? Why do they continue to blow off anyone who asks them the very reasonable question of “Who threatened you?”. It seemed so counter-productive to me. If someone’s legitimately threatening your life, the best people to stop it are the seemingly rational people within the movement you find so threatening, right? Why not just be transparent about it?

The more I dug, the more questions I had and the less answers I found. What I did find was a pattern of abuse, but not from the side I’d openly feared and reviled: it was the anti side. They were the ones stirring up drama. They were the ones inflaming people on Steam forums. They were the ones claiming such terrible things and screeching “oppression” every time someone dared to ask for evidence.

I’m not saying pro-GG has clean hands. People like Ralph and Milo honestly get on my nerves. They’re just as bad as some of the radical anti side, with how they purposely step on people’s sensitive spots just to get a reaction. It’s childish and stupid, and it’s the very thing that drove me away from the anti side. I refuse to condone it.

However, what really turned the tide for me was the bloggers here. There are some truly awesome pro people on Tumblr, and if it weren’t for them I probably would have just bowed out of the argument altogether and left video games alone for good. That paranoia would have driven me away from my hobby completely, if it weren’t for the people here. Nowadays, I’m much more informed on both sides and I can happily say I am a blissful neutral (though I will admit to my slight lean toward the pro side). To me, that’s wonderful progress. I’m no longer afraid to pick up online games because I’ve seen the bullshit for what it is.

Gamers aren’t bad, just like the games they play aren’t responsible for any individual’s personal choice. If you lack the self-autonomy to control yourself after playing a violent game (or online with a mic), then there’s a pretty good line of psychological reasoning that you shouldn’t be playing mature rated games in the first place. I’m done letting people think for me and tell me what I should fear when it comes to a hobby I’ve loved my entire life. I fear nothing now, and openly and explicitly abhor the selfish attention mongers on both sides who would use me as a sociopolitical pawn to sell their snake oil. I’m done with being a pawn. I’m here for facts and answers, and regardless of what side you fall on, if you’d rather give me excuses and aversions then I abhor you too.

thespectacularspider-girl, sou-sai, manfredvonfuckyourself, senpatriarchy, supersudden, androlphegax, and all the other based/opinionated bloggers I follow… thank you. I am proud to say I am no longer anti-Gamergate, and it was you who helped me see past the rhetoric and lies.

Now, everyone, let’s play some fuckin’ games.


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Celest walked into Luke's office, walking to his side. "Love here is the updated list of new recruits." She leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Need anything else?" She asked, leaning against the desk, watching Luke. ((I miss youu!!!))

He thought for a moment, setting the list to the side, “The office door locked with you inside?” He asked, it wasn’t likely to happen but a guy could dream right?

No Big Deal - by smoak-and-swan

A/N: I love protective Oliver. ;)

Summary: In order to make it up to Felicity for feeling left out lately, Oliver starts training her on the mats every Tuesday. But over protective Oliver is sure to raise his head when his IT girl gets a little bruise. 

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Arrow characters. (even though i wish i did) 



Felicity rolled her eyes for the millionth time and took up her stance once again. She performed the jabs Oliver choreographed for her as he held up his open palms, blocking them all. 

“When can we move on to something different?” she asked, ducking just as he swiped out at her. Just like they’d been practicing. “Last time I checked fights weren’t this predictable.”

“I know,” Oliver grunted, raising a brow when she delivered a particularly hard punch. “And we’ll move on to something different when i’m sure that you’re ready.”

Felicity huffed and raised her leg for the expected kick to Oliver’s right arm. 

He blocked it. Of course.

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A Man's Best Friend

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Summary: Imagine buying a dog and trying to hide it from Sam, Dean, and Cas until they hear a bark coming from your room.

Author: deansdickberrypie

“Hello.” A voice greets from behind you. “Do you need any help today?”

You turn away from the cage in front of you and your gaze meets a young girl with pale blue eyes. “Um no I’m just looking right now, but thanks.” You smile at the girl, noticing that her name is Becky from her name tag.

“Well, if you need me I’ll be at the front desk. You can stay for as long as you want, but just so you know we close in an hour in case you change your mind.” She states before walking towards the doors leading out from the kennel.

You turn back to stare at the scraggly little mutt that caught your eye, huddling in the corner of his cage. The clip board attached to his crate claims his name is Rufus.

He has a heaping mop of white fur covering his eyes and the rest of his body, making him look like a pile of white Raman noodles.

You sigh to yourself, cursing your strong need for a furry friend. You know you will be put on Sam and Dean’s hit list if you ever brought him home, but the gloomy broodiness of the bunker was becoming too much for your liking.

You bend down to the dog’s height and gently put your hand against the metal fencing of his cage. “Hey buddy.” You murmur to him. “You shy?”

You see him stir a little to move his head towards you. “There you go. It’s okay I won’t bite.” You take out some left over jerky you had in your bag and pull it out to show him. “I got treats.” You try to coax him forward.

You see him slowly rise and reach his full height, shaking his shaggy fur before slowly approaching you. Okay so maybe he wasn’t little, but he wasn’t huge either. “It’s alright. Come on Rufus, got some jerky for you big guy.”

His movements are cautious as he takes the last few steps to you. You check to see if anyone is watching you give out unauthorized treats to the dogs, but see no one in sight. You slip the dried meat through the wires and let it fall to the ground.

Rufus sniffs the jerky suspiciously and tentatively takes a lick. As soon as the meat hits his taste buds, he transforms into a whole different dog.

His tail wags excitedly as he picks up the remaining meat and chomps on it happily, his tail quickly wagging back and forth. You laugh at his pleased reaction as he rushes back up to you for more jerky, but you already gave him your last piece. “Awww, sorry boy. I don’t have any more left.”

His tail instantly stops wagging and his head tilts at you in confusion. You put both hands up on the crate to show him you were empty handed. His wet nose instantly presses to each hand, smelling the evidence. Suddenly he is licking every molecule of jerky that could possibly be on your hands with his fat, pink tongue.

“Hey!” You giggle as his tongue weaves through your fingers. “That tickles!” His tail starts wagging again once he hears you laughing and you instantly fall in love with him.

Once his attack on your hands is over, he sits down on his haunches and stares at you. For a moment his eyebrows raise as he observes you, moving the floppy white fur out of his face and revealing his big brown eyes. “What?” You ask him as his curious eyes watch you. “I told you I don’t have any more snacks big guy.”

He still doesn’t move as Becky walks back into the kennel.

“Hi again! I’m sorry to bother you, but the cleanup crew will be back here in a couple minutes to clean the cages before we close.” She announces with an apologetic smile.

“Oh. No, no, it’s no problem at all.” You reply, rising from your crouched position. “I was just about to leave anyways.”

“Are you sure?” She questions curiously, purposely looking behind you at Rufus.

“Yeah, I have someplace to be, but thank you for all your help though.” You go to grab your bag on the floor by Rufus’s cage until a paw lands right in front of your face, causing the fence to rattle loudly.

“Oh GEEZ!” You jump back, startled by the sound.

“Ruuuuf! Ruuuuuuuuf!” He begins to bark at you, swatting at the fence another time.

“Hmmm….that’s weird. Usually he isn’t very vocal with people….seems like he doesn’t want a certain someone to go home. Isn’t that right buddy?” She smiles at him.

Rufus lets out a loud bark in response, pointedly staring at you.

“Crap, I’m so sorry. I can’t.” You apologize more to Rufus than Becky. “I mean it’s not that I don’t want him.” You try to explain to her. “I’ve wanted a dog for some time, but it’s just complicated right now.” And I have two hunters back home that are bound to bury me 6 feet under if I bring this dog home with me, you mentally add.

“I understand.” She places a hand on my arm comfortingly. “No need to explain. A dog is a big responsibility and I’m glad that you’re at least taking the time to figure things out. Most dogs end up here in the first place because people just don’t think about these things. All they see is a puppy or cute dog and the next day it’s you are too much work or you cost too much money. Then they end up getting thrown back into the kennel. It’s quite sad really.” She gazes at all the poor dogs locked up in their cages. “But this is all I can do to try to keep them happy until the right owner arrives.”

“Well, I appreciate all the work you do for them. I’m glad you’re the one to take care of them.” You smile at her genuinely.

“Thank you.” She replies with tears prickling the corner of her eyes before she quickly wipes them away.

“Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.” You pat her arm sincerely before turning to a whining Rufus. “Maybe I’ll see you around big guy.” Your voice cracks with emotion as you walk away from his cage. The last thing you hear before the door shuts behind you is a heartbreaking howl.

While you walk out to your truck outside the shelter, Rufus’s heart wrenching yelp replays in your mind. I can’t just leave him here can I? I just gave the poor fella false hope, making him think he was finally getting an owner today. You think to yourself as you unlock the door and step inside.

But Dean and Sam would seriously kill me, well more of Dean actually.. Ugh. Why do they always have to be so damn stubborn? You slam your hands onto the steering wheel, the door still ajar and one of your feet still hanging outside the vehicle.

You know what? Why should I even give a damn!? I’m getting that damn dog if they like it or not! What’s the worst thing they are going to do? Hound me for a couple weeks and then what? The bunker has already been hell so why not add a dog into the mix and see how it turns out. Right? It’s not like we have anything to lose. You mentally rifle through all the pros and cons, and find out that the positives clearly weigh out all the negatives.

“That’s it we are getting a damn dog!” You declare loudly in the quiet space of the car. You quickly get out and rush back to the shelter.

“Rufus buddy, I’m going to bail you out of doggy prison for the remainder of your days.” You declare before striding up to the front desk to claim the dog that was rightfully yours.

“Okay so here is the deal. You have stay hidden in my room until I can break it down to the doofuses that I bought a dog. Capiche? Or else things might get ugly.” You look at the Rufus in the rearview mirror. His tail is wagging so fast it looked like it could snap off at any moment.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You smile at him before pulling into the garage of the bunker.

As soon as the car is off, you jump outside and open the side door for Rufus to get out. He stares around first, checking his surroundings before hopping out of the car and sits on his haunches next to you waiting.

“Wow, you are well trained.” You lean down to muss up the floppy hair on his head. “Maybe this might work out in my favor after all.”

You grab his leash that Becky gave you back at the shelter and clip it on, doubting that he even needed it for he followed you wherever you went without hesitation.

You walk him to the garage door leading inside the bunker and slowly crack it open to listen for any sounds coming inside. When all you hear is silence, you quickly rush inside and quietly close the door shut behind you.

You cautiously walk into the living area, seeing and hearing no signs of movement in the kitchen or library. “Seems like we are in the clear buddy, hot-head number one and two seem to be sleeping or out doing who-knows-what.” You smile victoriously at him as his tail wags back at you in return.

“Come on buddy, time to show you your new home.” You murmur to him proudly as you walk him to your room.

You sigh in relief as you make it to your room with no trouble at all. You bend down to unlatch the leash off of Rufus’s collar and watch him go around sniffing out his new home.

You jump in surprise as you hear a door slam open and the shuffle of boots climbing down the stairs. “Oh shit.” You whisper harshly as Rufus stops his smelling to stare at you in confusion.

“It’s okay boy, it’s just your new roommates. “ You sigh uneasily, dragging a hand down your face in thought.

“Y/N! We’re home!” You hear Dean shout loudly. “We got some grub if you want it!”

You glare at your stomach as the mention of food causes it to growl loudly. “You traitor.” You grumble annoyed before glancing back to Rufus who is watching you with intelligent eyes. “Okay big guy, I’m gonna need you to stay here and guard my room okay? I’ll be back to distract the idiots and try to sneak us some food, alright?” You squat down to his height, patting his cheek lightly.

The only response he gives you is a slobbery lick of his tongue and you giggle madly in return, pushing him away. “I’ll be back.” You chuckle, wiping your face with the sleeve of your shirt. “Stay.” You order and stare at him pointedly until he lies down on his front paws. “Good boy.” You praise him quickly before sneaking out of your room.

You stroll to the kitchen seeing Dean and Sam putting groceries away in the cabinets, you see bags full of food placed on the table and sit down, trying to look casual.

“Hey, Y/N. What have you been up to?” Sam asks, turning around to face you with a small smile.

“Oh, nothing much. Just research and some relaxing, you know the usual weekend stuff.” You mutter quickly, fiddling with your hands under the table.

“Mhm. Sounds pretty boring if you ask me.” Dean grunts and plops down into a chair next to you, pulling the bag of fast food towards him and grabbing out a hamburger. He unwraps the sandwich and takes a huge bite, automatically kicking his feet up to land on the edge of the table.

“Dean, please. We are trying to eat here, get your damn boots off the table.” You chastise him as you go to grab a burger yourself.

“Whatever you say mom.” He teases before his boots slide off the table. You hear Sam chuckle as he goes to sit down on the other side of you, pulling out a salad out of the bag.

You all eat in silence, the sound of chewing being the only sound. You’re about to get up and leave to take the remainder of your food to Rufus until a figure pops into the room.

“Hello, Dean. Sam. Y/N.” Castiel announces, making us all jump in our seats at the sudden interruption.

“Jesus, Cas! We have a front door remember?” Sam lightly reprimands as he cleans up a few of the leafy greens that flew off his fork. “What are you doing here anyways?” He adds, looking up at him.

“Well, heaven has been quiet for a while. Everything is mostly taken care of so, I decided to visit.” He declares indifferently.

You are about to respond when a loud bark sounds down the hallway causing you to freeze in your seat.

“Um, what was that?” Dean asks, glancing at all of us in confusion. Rufus lets out another loud howl and Sam gets up from his seat listening. “I-I think that was a dog…” He states in surprise.

“A dog?” Castiel chips in, his head tilting to the side as you nervously start to sweat. “Where?” He asks, looking around the kitchen in incredulity.

“Y/N…what exactly did you do today?” Dean stares at you sternly; his eyebrows raised waiting for an explanation.

“Well…I went out and did stuff….then I went to a dog shelter….and…” You waver off as the three of them stare at you in disbelief.

“Y/N. Tell us you didn’t.” Sam states, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Okay fine! I brought a damn dog home! You happy?!” You jump up from your seat, throwing your arms in the air. “Really guys, this dog has no one and we could make him really happy! And besides what if he even helps us in return?” You ask them, gazing at each of their scowling faces. “You know a happy spirited dog could make this place a little bit brighter.”

“You had no right! Sam and I specifically told you, no dogs!” Dean shouts, his brows furrowing in anger.

“Oh come one!” You whine. “You think Sam doesn’t want a dog?! I know he is only saying no because of you!” You interject, beckoning Sam to back you up.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t help you out on this one.” Sam holds his hands up in defense. “Leave me out of this.”

You groan in defeat as the boys stare at you with no intention of changing their minds. “Fine be jerks! But I’m not taking him back until you can say it to his face that we aren’t keeping him!” You storm towards your room and let Rufus out as he practically jumps on you in joy.

Your sour mood quickly turns into giggles as he licks your face. You push him off, patting his head. “Missed you too buddy.” You chuckle lightly as you walk him over to the boys with determination. We were gonna keep this dog whether they liked it or not.

As you enter the kitchen with him, you see Dean tense and move his chair slightly away from you.

“Dean…?” You question. “Are you scared?!” You ask incredulously as Rufus happily sits by your side.

“What?! No! Please. I hunt monsters for a living you think that…mop scares me.” He declares.

“Really? Why don’t you pet the dog then Dean?” You stare at him expectantly, a smirk gracing your face as Sam and Cas watch on in amusement.

“Hey, now. Let’s not put all this attitude on me!” He shouts in defense. “The dog is not supposed to be here! Don’t try to change the subject!”

“I’m not….” You say innocently. “Just pet the dog Dean, unless you’re too chicken?” Your smirk widens into a mischievous grin.

“Me? Chicken? Please Y/N. I’m far from being chicken. I’m Dean freakin’ Winchester. I was in hell for 40 years. Sam, Cas, and I stopped the apocalypse. Nothing scares me, especially that-that thing right there.” He proclaims, pointing at Rufus like some sort of criminal.

“The dog?” You question teasingly. “Yeah, t-that dog.” He glares at you, his face set in a scowl.

“Dean he isn’t going to hurt you. Look at that face.” Sam finally speaks up, going over to pet Rufus on the head. “He’s pretty cute.” He smiles at him adorningly. “What’s his name?”

“Rufus.” You announce, gazing at Sam and Rufus in triumph. Looks like Dean is the only one you needed to convince. “Come on Dean! Give him a chance! Look at him. Does he look like a vicious killer to you?” You motion towards the dog licking every inch of Sam’s face.

“You do have to admit Dean, she has a point.” Castiel adds suddenly, walking towards the dog curiously and patting Rufus’s head with the tips of his fingers. “I think this animal would be a great addition to the group. He is quite friendly.”

“Oh so now you are all on her side all of a sudden!?” Dean states, looking defeated. “Just because he’s cute don’t mean he ain’t trouble to look after.”

“We will all help in looking after him Dean.” Sam states reasonably, standing up from his crouch. “It’ll be fine as long as we all pull our weight.”

You stare at Dean pleadingly, knowing that if he didn’t agree then Rufus would have to go back to the kennel. “Please Dean. I promise he won’t be any trouble.” You beg, pouting your lower lip.

Dean gazes at all of us sternly before sighing in defeat. “Fine he can stay.” He grumbles as you tackle him into a hug. “Alright, alright enough.” He pushes you off of him with a light chuckle. “On one condition though.” He eyes you.

“Sure, what is it?” You ask curiously.

“He comes no where near my Baby. We clear?” He orders and you nod eagerly.

“Crystal.” You smile grabbing him into another tight hug. “Thanks Dean, you aren’t that big of a jack ass as I thought you were.” You tease him lightly as you give him on last squeeze and let him go.

“Oh shut it.” He pushes you playfully away with a smirk until he notices Rufus trot over to him. “Uh, stay.” He commands, watching as Rufus automatically sits on his haunches obeying.

Dean slowly squats down to his height and wearily reaches his hand out, which Rufus immediately places his paw in. A small smile grows on his face as Rufus’s big fat tongue lolls out of the side of his mouth into a wolfy smile. “I guess you ain’t so bad.” He comments as he pets the side of Rufus’s face. “Welcome to the family.”