From high above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, “kill the spare.” A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: “Avada Kedavra.” ….. Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead. | x
pairing:taehyung x reader word count: 5.8k genre: fluff & smut
prompt: I know you not taking requests but can u pleassseeee write a continuation for the Tae fluff you’ve posted?? 💕😫 only if you want to and got time, if not just ignore please maybe one where they got married and are on honeymoon and you can add smut since you don’t have any Taehyung smut 😉😉 thank you fighting 🎀
tldr; try to practice it multiple times a day. just randomly call ur dog and then have a party with preferred reward (toys, treats, praise, squeaky voice etc)
when they resting in another room
when they cant see you
when they clearly distracted by a smell in ur house
turn it into hide and seek
expand it to ur front yard or some fenced yard with minimal distractions or long line + harness
start taking it to other places. UR NOT DRILLING THIS OK, just let them walk along doing their thing THEN suddenly call…then 5 more minutes doing their thing, THEN SUDDENLY CALL
slowly build it up to them being distracted by things, but start when they naturally looking ur way
use happy excited voice!! always! do not bother with serious HERE voice for this, this is ur excited party recall and u want it to reach into the very fibre of their being and have them running to u before they even finish hearing it. ur tone, ur enthusiasm, they matter. u will look like an idiot but ohmygod when u recall ur reactive dog from a strange dog that approached her it is WORTH IT
try to touch their collar. just treat and collar, treat and collar, so touching collar = good thing, not the fun is ending. u can do this exercise separately.
separate to all ur COMMAND practice, randomly
reward them checking in on you. just looking at u. could be treats, a
game, praise, going over to sniff something - whatever it is u think ur
dog would like that moment. u want them to look at u more often, just
good skill to have.
Remember, this is built on repetition, practice and reinforcement! and nothing gonna be 100%, keep an eye on ur environment and try to anticipate “bad” distractions - and call your dog BEFORE they notice the distraction
here’s the shitty bit.
do this couple of times every day for a couple of months. ur dog will get better and faster. dont give them opportunities to run off until a couple of months in, breath, go somewhere safe and not too distracting and only recall when u think the odds are good or preventive measure (ie a potential distraction u noticed first). reward…then let them go back to doing the thing they were doing.
after that couple of months, you can dial back…and u won’t lose points for skipping a day here and there.
don’t expect 100%. strive for it, aim for 99% and acknowledge that 1% of the time it will be out of ur hands. keep working at 99%. vary it up, put ur own twist on it as u work out what works best with ur dog. do touch ups as needed (the grounded incident last year lmao)
e.g here is me, playing some game with thistle. i try to do this game once a week…at dog school…with all the other dogs around…because this is an environment i really want to reinforce turning on the dime to me. this game doubles as a reward, cause she gets to chase and bite the treats.
that’s my high prey drive low impulse control didnt know shit when i got her at 1 year old rescue. 2.5 years later with lots of work, not so bad, hey? we’ve got some crittering issues, sure, and i still need to manage carefully…but i take her offlead to bushes, reserves and even some less populated city parks. with all that training and reinforcement, comes freedom and fun!
and she still blew me off a bit later for what turned out to be week old abandoned steak ;) win most lose some
and here is us playing actual hide and seek. ive started doing it with thyme, on easy level (just standing in a different room/behind objects) to build reinforcement in the desire to find me when he cannot see me!
tldr tldr i believe in you anon! and in pointy-pup! some dogs need more work but keep at it!
Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Peter Collins, Rob Russells & Reader
Warnings: Slow burn, some touchin’, cursing probs.
A.N.: I seriously love this chapter. I just do. (Again, I said this a few chapters ago, her name in the original of this is Willa, so the nickname Willowtree is not random and I couldn’t be bothered to change it to something else.)
Summary: Mitch and Y/N struggle in their relationship with each other after the assault. They finally open up about their respective origin stories and why they both ended up being recruited by the CIA, and finally kiss.
Mitch woke up when he felt something rub against his member. He opened his eyes, looked down and saw himself spooning a beautiful woman. He had his arms wrapped around her, her fingers intertwined in his, her soft hair brushed against his clavicle as she moved her head slightly. He realized that in his sleep, he had pushed his body up against hers, and rested peacefully.
Guilt swept over his body as he felt his semi-erect cock, pushed up against her back, and he thought of his dead fiancee. He was paralyzed, caught between two colliding worlds: the glimmer of hope for a new future versus the promise he had made to avenge his past. Then he thought of what Y/n had gone through the night before and the last thing he wanted was to add to her trauma.
Mitch’s alarm went off, and he reached above his head, towards his window ledge, to shut it off. Y/n stirred, and Mitch loosened his grip around her body. He heard her breathe heavily.
“Are you okay?” She asked him.
Y/n sat up next to him, and shook her head. “No you’re not.” Mitch stared at her dewy morning face, her hair was as perfect as it was when she fell asleep. All of her beauty had nothing on her intuition. She was right. He was riddled with internal conflict.
She got out of his bed, opened his door, and snuck back into her room. Mitch slumped back into his bed, covering his eyes with his hands. He didn’t know what to do about anything.
Another time travel one! But how about we make it Ben Kenobi? Ben who taught himself how to fade, Ben who learned how to survive on Tatooine, Ben who was lonely and sat with the bantha's and herded them. Ben who got used to aching limbs and now gets a young body? About seventeen or sixteen? Ben who's so much more comfortable with who and what he is.
Everything was normal.
The temple hummed and buzzed with life, Initiates worried about
becoming padawans, padawans worried about homework, knights worried
about their new missions and master’s watched it all with amusement
hidden beneath placidity.
Yes everything was normal…except…
Qui-Gon stared at his padawan sitting with his leggings pulled up to
his knees, boots beside him as he had one leg stuck in a pond in the
Thousand Gardens, the other drawn up to his chest with his arms
around it and his chest resting on the knee. The artificial wind of
the climate stirred his braid and his eyes were closed as if he was
merely savoring it all.
“I really don’t see what the fuss is about Qui-Gon.” Shaak
murmured quietly. “He seems just like last time I saw him.” She
Plo nodded quietly while Yoda narrowed his eyes as he leaned on his
cane, all four of them watching Obi-Wan.
“Just…watch.” Qui-Gon murmured quietly, watching Obi-Wan sway
faintly before stilling and cocking his head. “Watch.” He
Obi-Wan slowly shifted a hand from his leg and twitched his fingers
out, face the picture of serenity as a bubble of water slowly floated
up and contained within it was a fish that merrily swam its orb of
water without knowing it was trapped, floating harmlessly.
Slowly it floated towards Obi-Wan and the redhead opened his eyes to
peer at the fish before smiling and lifting his hand up to the orb,
tips of his fingers brushing against it to create ripples before
tipping inside. The curious fish swam around the fingers for a few
moments and then nipped at the pale digits, a delighted grin
blossoming over Obi-Wan’s face as it did.
“…See?” Qui-Gon whispered.
Shaak and Plo stared.
Obi-Wan had always been dedicated but this level of fine control over
the Force not something he was yet capable off, perhaps in another year or two but not now.
Yoda’s ears twitched as they continued watching Obi-Wan.
“Indeed…different he is. A week ago the change appeared?” The
“Yes.” Qui-Gon sighed, rubbing his face carefully. “I don’t
know what to do masters. What do you think master Yoda?”
No answer and Qui-Gon pulled his hand away from his face to look
down. “Master Yoda?”
But the old goblin was making his way over to Obi-Wan, stopping
beside him at the pond.
Slowly Obi-Wan looked at him, blinking a bit before smiling at him
again as he had with the fish, a soft form of delight and recognition
on his face.
Yoda said something that made Obi-Wan shrug a bit before the fish and
its water orb was carefully floated back down to its home and Obi-Wan
stood, brushing off his tunics with care and a small smile on his
He followed the grandmaster with that same smile on his face towards
the other masters though he stopped by a plant that was slowly
Yoda didn’t hurry him, only looked up at him with raised brows as
if curious what Obi-Wan would do.
Obi-Wan twitched his hand over it and they all watched the wilting
plant suddenly stretch and grow green, reach further up until it
brushed Obi-Wan’s hand before it started to spread its branches,
bright yellow flowers unfolding themselves.
None of the growth was forced, only coaxed gently by a hand that knew
what it was doing.
Qui-Gon stared at the blooming golden bush who moments before had
been wilting before slowly looking up to meet Obi-Wan’s evergreen
“Obi-Wan.” He greeted quietly.
The other smiled faintly. “I prefer Ben if we’re honest.” He
offered with quiet warmth as the sun shone through copper hair from
the windows high above them, his eyes curved with the same gentle
Date a demonic entity who hides in the shadows, his glowing cat like eyes the only way to know he is there watching you. He keeps watch from high above on roof tops or in your very shadow to ensure you’re safe when you go anywhere alone. Date the demon whom even when revealing his true form to you, feels loved and un-feared.
Sexual Tension,Swearing, Eventual Smut
the personal assistant to the Avengers wasn’t all that bad, except your huge
crush on Steve made you turn into mush.
On your annual game night, Tony insists you play Truth or Dare. It seems as if a few people already know your
secret and they are trying to hook you up with Steve.
While the cold wind whipped around you, you felt nothing but
warmth as Steve stood behind you; his arms now encircling you into a tight
embrace to fight the cold. You couldn’t
help but smile at the gesture as you bit your lower lip thinking how this would
feel even better if you both were naked.
A cough to your left broke you from your thought and you turned your
head to see who it was. Nat was standing
about ten feet away with a smirk on her face.
She gave you a thumbs up and a wink before you rolled your eyes at her
and faced forward yet again.
You had downed your drink earlier and it was now working its
way through your already warm body; making you feel extra toasty and
relaxed. Deciding now was as good of a
time as any to make a move; you took your hands off the railing and placed them
on his forearms which were circled around your chest. “Ooohh” Steve jumped at your gesture “your
hands are cold.” You giggled like a
school girl as you apologized; Steve telling you it was just fine and to keep
your hands there to warm them up.