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!
A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and 'Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes.
PREVIOUSLY ON 'RUN’
“After you got over being a little wimp you did pretty good.” Yoongi chuckled with a sly smile.
He was a bit on the grumpy side, giving all too many poker faces and snide remarks to the other members, but you were glad you caught him on a day that made him smile.
“So what do we do next?” You asked looking around at the faces around you. They all gave each other knowing smiles as you drowned in your own curiosity fully aware they weren’t going to tell you what was next.
“Having more fun.” Hoseok finally said, sending a playful wink your way.
Sometime during the journey from the tunnel to the destination that was unknown by you, Jungkook and Jimin ended up in the backseat of the truck while You, Hoseok, Taehyung and Yoongi remained in the bed of the truck. You shifted your weight from Hoseok and rested your head on Taehyung’s shoulder causing him to look down at you and smile at the fact you felt comfortable enough to such a thing, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to look at the time. 10:15pm.
Before you could lock the device you felt Taehyung chuckle, looking up at him and giving him a questioning look he gestured towards your lockscreen photo. It was a picture of you and Hoseok dressed like two spies uncover at a gala of some sort. Hoseok was dressed in an all black tux, while you wore a scandalous scarlet dress that hugged you in all the right places; your hair was in a old pin up girl kind of way while Hoseok’s was up and out of his face. Hoseok’s hand was placed firmly on your waist while your hand was set on top of his with the two of you mid laugh.
“That’s a cute picture, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hyung so dressed up before.”
“Funny story actually, we were supposed to making sexy photoshoot faces but right before our friend could take the picture someone walked by, looked at us and said 'Wow, you two are one attractive ass couple. Yall are going to make a great family one day.’ and as soon as those words left that guys mouth we just started laughing so hard; thus why the picture has us looking like a bunch of horses. I’m glad it came out that way though… It really captured the way we felt that day, it was a moment of our happiness captured forever.” Hoseok looked at you and smiled knowing exactly what picture you were talking about just by hearing the story behind it.
After what felt like forever, the truck finally came to a halt. You all hopped out of the car and headed towards a dark looking building with a sign that read 'VENOM’ in neon pink lights, immediately you knew what this place was and you grabbed ahold of the nearest hand which happened to be Jin’s, he squeezed your hand tightly assuring you that nothing bad was going to happen.
Namjoon walked up the bouncer set in front of the brightly lit door and within seconds we were all in. The neon lights set a new and dangerously sexy glow upon the seven boys, the loud music turning your heart into its own personal drum, you let go of Jin’s hand and followed them to the bar where Joon and Jin ordered sixteen shots. Before the worry of the night could get to you felt Hoseok’s hands grab your waist softly and his hot breath in your ear. “Its alright, just take the two shots and I promise you it will be fine. I haven’t let you down yet Y/n-ah.” You nodded your head and downed the two shots the minute the were placed in front of you, surprising everyone including yourself.
You watched Jimin and Namjoon get whisked away by two very attractive women, causing the others to howl like a bunch of dogs; you laughed at their very boyish reaction and looked around to catch a glimpse at the mint haired beauty that had been quiet the whole car ride. Your eyes passed over Jin who was having a what seemed to be a very interesting conversation with the bartender, Jungkook was sipping on an inviting blue drink and then you saw it…
An average height girl with beautiful blonde locks was all over Yoongi as they engaged in conversation, one of her arms was wrapped around his neck as he leaned in close to make sure his voice was heard by her. Your heart sank a bit as you quickly turned away quickly, ordering yourself another shot. You downed the shot once again and you were ready to dance, to dance away the thoughts of Minho, the thoughts of your stupid and not needed jealously, you leaned towards Hoseok to try and ask him to dance.
“Y/n-ah, you know every time we dance in an environment like this we end up with in-the-moment-hickies,” The two of you chuckled softly knowing it was true, there were two or three different occasions when you and Hoseok went to a party of some sort and ended up dancing together; Hands all over each other, eyes locked and the intensity of the moment and the environment around the two of you caused both of you to end up kissing each other hungrily. There was nothing between you and Hoseok, nor would there ever be, but the atmosphere around always ended up making its mark on us.. literally; and alcohol never took a part in those past times. “Ask Jungkook, he dances great and plus, now that he has had a good amount of drinks he will not be scared and shy… even if you do have some kind of effect on him.” You smiled at your best friend and walked over to Jungkook, grabbing his wrist softly.
“Come on Kookie, you’re dancing with me.” You shout pulling him onto the dance floor and letting the loud music and alcohol take over your body. The dark haired god like boy grabbed your hips firmly and together you swayed to the music, you let him lead the moment he showed dominance and pressed your chest to his causing you to gasp slightly at the sudden action. You danced through a song or two before you noticed the sweat dripping down his face only making him look so much more godly, but not in a holy way at all. His body tempted you in the most sinful way, but both of you knowing nothing more then the dance yall were participating in was going to happen you decided to have more fun. Spinning yourself around you pressed your ass against him and within a few short moments Jungkook’s hands had tightened around your hips begging you to grind yourself against him. His hips moved expertly and when you reached your hands behind you to wrap them around his neck you felt his hot breath on yours sending you into overdrive; the two of you were only human, knowing that it was just the way you were grinding on him causing him to harden against you, and it was just the way he was hardening against you that was making the two of you dizzy with adrenaline. His hot and shaky breath in your ear and his hard on pressing against your ass caused you to moan softly, and as he returned the gesture you realized this was the same way you and Hoseok’s in-the-moment-hickies started. You closed your eyes not caring how close you and Jungkook were, not caring that his hands were sliding up and down your sides, not minding that Yoongi passed through your mind..
Everything ceased to exist around you except the feeling of Jungkook’s muscular body against your back and his hands not leaving any inch of your sides untouched; your vision blurred slightly as you leaned your head back onto the god like boy’s hard chest and focused on the memory of Yoongi wrapping his arm around your waist back in the tunnel. Your heart began to beat at the speed of light, your eyes opening and seeing all the neon lights flashing to the beat o your racing heart; you were so caught up in moving your hips in unison with Kookie’s, and thinking of Yoongi that you never noticed he was dancing with the mystery blonde a few people away.
His gaze left the blonde draped around his neck and followed you and Jungkook walking towards the dance floor. When he couldn’t see the two of you anymore he grabbed the girls hand and made his way through the sea of sweaty bodies until he spotted you pressed against one of his best friends. His eyes never left the way your hips moved in the grip of Jungkook’s hands, the way your body moved in perfect sync with the blaring music filling the pulsing room, he was so engulfed with the movement of you that he hadn’t even noticed the blonde grinding on him just as you were with Kookie. His hands rested on the girls hips as he took in your every move, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off you for most of the night, constantly sneaking glances at you in hopes to see your comforting smile, or to hear your refreshing laugh. There was something about your soft exterior that made him uncomfortably comfortable, he tried to fight it off from the moment he laid his eyes on you. It was ridiculous to feel anything for someone he’d only seen for the first time a few hours ago.. wasn’t it? He watched as you spun yourself around and pressed your ass against the dark haired boy and began to grind the same way his 'dance partner’ was dancing on him. His eyes trailed up your moving hips and he watched in awe as your hands went back and brought Jungkook’s face near your neck. The mint haired boy’s breath hitched when he saw your head lean back and your mouth open slightly only imagining the sound that fell from your light pink lips, and the way your hair stuck to your face in the sexiest way was enough to make him growl in lust. He told himself it was just lust that was making his heart to beat in the same rhythm of the bright lights above. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the girl grinding herself into him as he imagined your face in his blurred, tipsy mind. The way his arm wrapped around your waist in the most perfect and exciting way earlier, the way he wished it was him holding you in that alluring way Kookie had you. And as the two of you closed your eyes, neither of you knew that yall were on each other’s mind.
As if each of you had heard the same silent alarm, you walked tiredly out of the doors of 'Venom’ letting the cool breeze of the night.. or early morning you could say. 1:19am. Everyone took their unspoken designated seats in Jin’s car and within moments we were off.
“Hoseok, I’m going to use you as a pillow okay? Okay.” You yawned, laying your head comfortably into his lap and falling asleep before you even remembered laying down. Hoseok stroked your damp hair as you slept soundlessly on him, mumbling incoherent thoughts under our breath causing the three boys to chuckle softly at the slightly intoxicated sleeping beauty.
“She fits in well with us, its like something we didn’t know was missing came into the house.” Taehyung giggled resting his hand lightly on your calf. "She isn’t all bad.“ Yoongi muttered in his famous 'I’m-not-phased’ tone, that Hoseok knew was just a façade. Hoseok and Yoongi had been friends for years, and out of all the boys in the house he was the one he found himself going to when he needed to talk, he showed his love in a silent way, not needing it to be known he was being caring or loving. The love and worry he had for all the guys was quiet and sneaky but not invisible, Hoseok knew Yoongi deeper then his sleep all day, savage all night exterior.
Eventually the ride came to a halt as Seokjin parked the car in the driveway of the boy's comfortable home.
"Hey Namjoon, you mind carrying Y/n to my room?” Hoseok whispered scooping you up into his arms and handing you over to the pink haired man already ready to do his duty in helping you out.
He set you softy on the bed and laughed silently at your smudged makeup and messy hair; and when Namjoon left the room Hoseok ran to the bathroom and grabbed one of your makeup wipes to discard your false color eyelids and doll like perfect skin.
“Thank you Hoseok.” You hummed, allowing your friend to remove the sweaty makeup from your face. He chuckled in response and began to undress you sweetly, leaving you in only your bra and underwear, within minutes he was sliding a pair of black joggers up your thighs and a baggy white shirt over your head.
Your eyes fluttered open leaving you in a sleepy daze. When your eyes adjusted enough you noticed Hoseok wasn’t in bed with you, leaving you slightly worried that you could have kicked him out of the room last night. You reached for your phone to check the ungodly hour you were up at. 6:24am.
A sigh escaped your lips as you shuffled down the steps and headed towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. Your hair was in a lopsided ponytail and Hoseok’s joggers fell loosely on your hips but you were too tired to care if they even ended up falling around your ankles.
“Y/n? What are you doing up?” A sweet voice broke you out of your zombie like walk and you were looking at Jin sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and giant plate full of food.
“I just happened to wake up, I thought I’d make myself some toast or something.” You smiled, but before you could make it to the bread Jin stood up and stopped you.
“No, please sit. Toast isn’t nearly enough, I still have a ton of leftovers. Let me make you some coffee? Or get you some orange juice, and give you a good meal.” You didn’t know if it was the time, or if it was getting close to be your time of the month but you were overwhelmed with emotions. It had only been a little over 24 hours since your breakup, in 24 hours you had made a new family and you don’t recall anything ever feeling so right.
Before you could even think of answering Jin, you ran up to him and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist burying your face in his chest. “Jin, thank you for being so nice to me.” You felt the vibrations from his chuckle, and soon after felt his arms wrap around your back and hug you back. “Y/n, I know you may not know this but we actually know a lot about you. Hoseok never shuts up about how great you are, we had accepted you as a apart of our family along time ago.” You smiled up at Jin and took the seat right in front of him.
The two of you exchanged stories of the two very different Hoseok’s you knew, and how the two of you loved cooking and food in general.
“Do you usually wake up this early Worldwide handsome?”
“Yes. The boys sleep until about 8 and everyone goes their separate ways.. except Yoongi. Sometimes he leaves sometimes he stays asleep, but in regardless, waking up at 6 and eating in peace is something I love.” He smiled cheekily.
A yawn escaped your mouth without warning making Jin shoo you off and go back to sleep for as long as you needed. Us pretty people need oursleep he said with a smile, not even letting you help with the dishes.
The walk up the stairs seemed to feel so unreal, it was like your mind was asleep but your body knew you had to make it to the room before you could left sleep take you over. The minute your head hit the soft pillow below, your eyes shut and you were immediately engulfed in a blissful sleep.
By the time you woke up again it was 4:35pm and everyone had went their separate ways just as Jin had said. A big house all to myself… It’s so quiet and peaceful in a very lonely way. I could use this time to write a song? Or at least attempt it? You made your way to the second floor that held the study, (aka your work room) Yoongi, Taehyung and Namjoon’s bedrooms; you opened the dark wood door and didn’t bother closing the door behind you.
You sat down in front of your keyboard and took a deep breath. It had been months since you touched the damn thing, always too occupied with work, or with making all your free time about Minho, it had been months since your fingers spoke volumes through the keyboard. You pulled out the notebook you had stashed in the drawer of the desk and began writing your thoughts, all the emotions of Minho, Jisoo, and this new family you had made, poured out of you in such a manner that startled even yourself. Within an hour and a half your fingers were dancing along the keys and your voice echoed through the house that you thought was empty.
Yoongi was awoken by the sound of your beautiful and intoxicating voice that echoed through the open study door. He figured you thought everyone had left so he wasn’t mad like he usually would have been being woken up. He quietly walked to the source of the angelic voice and peeked his head in the study to see you had your back to him and you were passionately singing and playing the mint haired boys first love. (piano) He could have stayed there for hours just listening to your voice, though the lyrics to the song you were singing broke his heart he continued to look at you in complete awe. Eventually he heard your voice shake and he noticed the way your back slouched and your fingers slowly began to stop. “No.” You whispered, ripping a page out of your notebook and tossing it in the trash beside the white desk; he watched as you did the exact thing Hoseok told us you did. Yoongi lived and breathed music, everything he did he did with passion; he never gave up, only continued to work till he was satisfied… so seeing you throw away a beautiful piece of your heart made him clear his throat and speak. “You should really stop throwing your work away."
Yoongi’s deeper voice caused you to quickly wipe the tear from your face and turn to meet his face. His disheveled mint hair, and puffy cheeks told you he had only just woke up and you couldn’t help but wonder how someone could look so cute after sleeping for nearly sixteen hours. "How long have you been standing there?” Your cheeks burned of embarrassment, while Yoongi’s face remained unphased by the encounter entirely.
“Long enough to know that that song doesn’t belong in the garbage,” He made his way towards the wastebasket and pulled the crumbled paper out, and reading it out loud causing your face to turn a dark red.
“Its unfortunate that you had to go through what you had to go through to make write this song, but its also a part of your soul. Anything and everything you write and create becomes a part of you. You are etching a piece of yourself onto a paper or through an instrument. Even if you don’t like what you have created, you still keep it… because you might look back on it and use a line from it, or a note. anything.” He handed you the paper and gave you an adorable tight smile, you could tell that it wasn’t that he was grumpy or rude, he just didn’t know how to express his feelings. You had a feeling he had been through more then what he allowed others to see and that only intrigued you more.
“I can sense your passion. Do you write music?”
“Maybe you could show me sometime.” You didn’t know where the sudden confidence came from but you liked it. Maybe it was because you could tell there was more to Min Yoongi then everyone was letting on, or maybe it was because something about him made you comfortable in a very.. uncomfortable way.
Yoongi went back to his room while you went to change out of Hoseok’s clothes and hopped into the shower. You weren’t exactly up to do anything but stay home and you really wanted the boys to join you in your quest to be lazy. Maybe we could all have a movie night like me and Hoseok used to do. When you dried yourself off and slide back into Hoseok’s joggers but into one of your worn out band shirts you walked hesitantly to Yoongi’s room.
You knocked softly on his bedroom door and while part of you hoped he’d answer, and other part of you wished he didn’t. “Um… Hey Yoongi?”
You heard shuffling from the other side of the door and soon a pale boy with a black t shirt that seemed to enhance his skin color and his minty hair. He greeted you with a questioning gaze and an offer to come in (in which you denied)
“I’m on my way out to the store, I was wondering if a. you needed anything and b. if you would could text the guys and ask if they were down with a movie night tonight. I don’t have their numbers.”
“I’m sure they would love that honestly but give me your phone and I’ll give you their numbers for the future. Also I can come with you if you want?” You studied the tone of his voice his facial features with such great concentration you almost didn’t notice he was waiting for you to give him your phone. You watched him type in all he boys numbers including his own smiled in thanks as he returned the phone back to you.
“I don’t mind. Would you mind joining me and the boys tonight?”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
And with that Yoongi followed you to your car and you headed towards the nearest market. You ordered Yoongi to grab a cart and follow you not noticing how comfortable you were with bossing him around on yalls first outing together. He chuckled at your demand and watched as you began tossing ramen, soda’s, and snacks of all kinds into the cart.
“You shop just like Jin Hyung.” He laughed causing his adorable gummy smile to show, you laughed at his comment and tossed four bags for frozen fries into the cart, not letting your eyes leave his.
“I’m sorry I cant hear you over the sound of me feeding you!”
“But technically you aren’t feeding me. You are buying food to make for us but even then we would be feeding ourselves.” You laughed at his smart ass comment and threw a pack of ramen at him causing him to laugh again. You and Yoongi paid for the food and walked back to your car laughing at the playful insults you threw back and forth.
The two of you grabbed every blanket, comforter, and pillow that was in the house and tossed them into the living room for comfort. By the time everything was done there was enough covers and pillows to keep a small village warm in the coldest of winters, the 90 in flat screen was already set up to the main menu of the movie that you knew none of you would end up paying attention to.
“Will you grab the soda’s, chips, and candy on the coffee table while I start making the ramen?” You quickly asked as you made your way to the kitchen.
“Okay, let me rephrase that. Put the fucking food on the damn table.” You heard his soft chuckle followed by the crinkling of chip bags, causing you to smile in achievement. You began cooking the food when you saw your phone light up with a message from your number one boy.
Hobi: Soooo… I hear that there is gunna be a movie night tonight? (:
You: You hear correctly! Yoongi and I are in the process of setting everything up as we speak
Hobi: YOU always set up the best movie nights, i really LIKE them. YOONGI, better not mess up any of the set up!
You felt your cheeks go hot with embarrassment as you saw Hoseok’s not so settle way of outing your 'crush’ that not even you were so sure you had. It was unlike Hoseok to tease or mention your interest in men, let alone through a message and not during your nightly cuddle talks.
You: Even if I did, I just met the guy yesterday Hoseok. Fucking chill. Not to mention he seems extremely uninterested sooo fuck off. -.-
Hobi: I know you are probably blushing like crazy right now because you aren’t even sure if you like him or not because you just met him yesterday. I know how anti 'Love at First Sight’ you are. I’m just messing with you Y/n, but just know sometimes you met someone for the first time and you have an instant connection. That doesn’t even only mean a romantic connection, you clicked with the boys yesterday and I don’t even think you realized how comfortable you got in such a short period of time. I love you my spooky pumpkin, everyone should be home soon. See you then. xoxo
Your lips curled into a small smile and you couldn’t help but thank your lucky stars that you had someone like Hoseok in your life. Throughout the years you and Hoseok had been friends you were constantly accused of dating or were the subject of a bet labeled “30 bucks says they will end up together” and it never happened. You and Hoseok have seen each other naked before but nothing sexual ever happened, the two have kissed a few times some during party games, and couple just to see if maybe there could have been something. There never was and yall remained in love with each other in the most unromantic way possible. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Yoongi softly pushing you to the side to take over the ramen.
“Move pabo, I’ll finish this since you are obviously not capable.”
“Fuck off Min Yoongi.” The two of you shared a chuckle and continued to prepare the night in silence, you stole a few glances his way as you took in his cute concentrated face as he made the ramen. The way his cutely messy mint hair feel over his eyebrows, and the way he looked so big compared to you but was actually even smaller then Jimin, but only barley. You searched the cabinets, while the pale boy continued to make the ramen, and pulled out eight bowls of all different shapes, sizes and colors.
You made your way to the other side of Yoongi to grab some silverware when Hoseok’s slightly oversized joggers got caught underneath your foot, sending you to tumble forward. Before you could hit the hard tiled floor two hands wrapped around you and as instinct your arms wrapped around the source, you opened your eyes to see Yoongi looking down at you with a small smirk. “You’re pretty clumsy Y/n.” His voice teasing but his eyes concerned sending chills down your spine.
“Aw, look at Yoongi caring about me.” You teased back trying not to focus on the way his big hands held you firmly or the way you could have sworn his cheeks turned even the slightest pink when you teased him. Before you could look closer he pulled you up and let you go only to turn back to the big pot on the stove. “Shut up brat, I was just making sure you didn’t bleed all over our white floor.”
It wasn’t long after the food was ready that the boys came home, they said hi and went upstairs to change into “proper movie night attire” according to Taehyung.
As the night went on and the living room was full of laughter and shared memories, you knew you were exactly where you belonged. The movies became background noise to you and boys nonsense, but the night slowly came to a close as Namjoon and Jin fell asleep peacefully on the floor, while Taehyung cuddled Jimin’s sleeping body, Hoseok slept with his head hanging off the recliner and Jungkook slept with one of his legs on your thighs while the other was hanging off the couch, leaving Yoongi sitting normally next to you. You caught the last few minutes of the fourth movie you all put in before you fell asleep innocently on Yoongi’s shoulder.
You’re finally able to make your dreams come true and travel to Japan, a two months vacations full of karaokes, manga shopping and delicious ramen. Your otaku feels are all over the place, and when you thought things couldn’t go any better, you suddenly meet a man that blows you away. You both were drinking coffee in the same shop when he suddenly came to your table to ask you about the book you were reading. You talk, explaining to him everything about the plot, he seems to be excited about it, he hasn’t read it before, and as you keep talking you realize that he’s extremely kind and funny. You decide that you want to see him again, after all, you still have one month left in Japan.
You guys go out together almost every day but there’s something weird about him, you notice. He doesn’t talk too much about himself, and sometimes he has to leave without telling you where. He assures you that nothing bad is happening but that he has some issues to attend to. You don’t start to worry until you notice that he keeps doing that over and over again, leaving without an explanation, attending mysterious phone calls, but you like him anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. Weeks go by and both fall in love, everything is great, you feel like you’ve found a reason to come back to Japan again in the future—or, who knows, maybe stay here forever—but, one day, he surprises you by telling you that he has an important secret to share with you, that he’s unable to keep on lying to you about it, not after realizing how much he loves you. You don’t understand, asking if he’s a married man… his answer is no. You ask if he has children, or an important job out of town, but every single one of your assumptions ends up with a “no, that’s not it,” from him.
“Come with me,” he says.
He takes you to his home. You’ve been there before, but you haven’t seen all of it. He grabs your hand and leads you to a door you’ve never noticed the first time you came here, it’s hidden at the end of an aisle.
“It’s behind this door.”
You look at him, unsure.
“What is it?”
“My… play room.”
“Like your Xbox and stuff?”
“It’s important that you know you can leave at any time.”
“Why? What’s in there?”
He plugs out a key from his pockets. Opens the door. “Please, come in.”
The lights are off, but in the moment you step into the room and he turns them on, you hold your breath, unable to think properly. There’s a huge wooden desk in the middle of the room, tons of wrinkled papers and scribbles all around the floor, and when you lift up your eyes to the walls, you feel like you’re about to pass out. Drawings. The walls are filled with drawings. A white-haired guy with an eye-patch is cracking a finger. A girl with short hair wearing a rabbit mask. A beautiful woman with purple hair eating human meat… you know all this stuff, how couldn’t you? Your little brother loves this. It’s Tokyo Ghoul. You can spot many of the volumes lined up in a bookshelf, but… why? Why does he have all these merchandises in here? And why does he keep this room locked? You don’t understand, and you’re suddenly feeling a little scared.
“Who…” you stutter. “W-Who are you?”
He turns around slowly, and you feel intimidated by the cold gaze he’s giving you.
Hey everyone. I know, I know, this was supposed to be out like, two days ago? But you guys know me so… But here it is. And for the anon who requested this: sorry if I took to long but I hope you like it.I hope everybody like it btw.
A/N: You can find the prompt list on my masterlist :)
- Cut that my love - I won’t cut it. That guy was shamelessly flirting with you - He wasn’t flirting, he was being nice - I don’t need him to be nice with my wife - Oh Bruce stop with that
Yes, he was jealous, like always. He was stubborn by life, but when he was jealous he was even worse.
Early that day:
You two went to a restaurant, actually you went to a restaurant to meet him for lunch as usual, you were reading your book when your heard someone talking to you
- Excuse ma'am, can I join you for a moment? - Uh, yes? - I’m sorry to bother you like that but I was watching you over there and I felt an urgency to come here and talk to you, you look so familiar - Maybe you saw me one day here? I constantly coming here - I think I would’ve remember if I did so. I’m Josh by the way - Y/N - It’s a real pleasure to meet you Y/N. May I ask what a beautiful woman like you are doing here all alone? - I’m not alone now that you are here interrupting my reading and I’m actually waiting for someone - Oh really? May I ask who? - Me!
You saw the guy froze, you smiled, recognizing the owner of the voice you heard coming behind you
- She’s waitng for me
Yep, it was definitly your Bruce
- This is my husband, Bruce. Bruce this is…I’m sorry, what’s your name again? - J-J-Josh. Now I know why you look so familiar, you are Bruce Wayne’s wife - Indeed I am
You felt Bruce’s arm goes around your waist
- I think I need to go now. It was nice to meet you Mr. Wayne
He left so fast that if the Flash retires one day that guy could totally be his susbistute. You looked to Bruce, he didn’t see very happy
- Something wrong? - Who the fuck was this guy? - I don’t know, I was reading and he came talking - About what? - Just talking honey, don’t start with a jealousy crise right now - A random guy comes out of nowhere and starting hitting on my wife and you want me to act cool with that? - Did I say he was hitting on me? - You don’t need to, I know
- Next time you won’t go anywhere without me - Excuse me? - That’s right - First, you’re my husband, not my owner, and second, why are you so jealous? don’t you know I only have eyes for one person and that person is you? - I know but… - But but but but, always a but, it’s so hard for you the accept that I love you? - You know that I get crazy when I see someone hitting on you - Again, he was just being nice. Bruce my love, every time, every single time. You are so annoying when you are jealous - Honey I… - I’m talking right now, you just shut up and listen. You forget that right now, okay? I love YOU. YOU BRUCE. YOU, got it? I love you. Stop being a jealousy bitch honey - Alright, maybe you’re right - Maybe? - Yes! Maybe. I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry for my behavior - Are you really apologizing? For real - Yeah - Oh my - Stop it - That’s a thing I don’t see too much, I’m in shock - You’re so funny - I know I am honey - I love you Y/N - I know that Mr. Wayne - Do you? - Yes I do, you remind me this everyday
You put your hands on his neck and he puts his on your waist
- But seriously, I’m sorry, I always get so nervous when I see other guy next to you, I’m so afraid of losing you some day - That will never happen, I’m sorry but you were the one who married me, so you will have to stand me for the rest of your life - That won’t be a problem
Before you can say anythig he kissed you. It was a magical kiss, like the best ever, he always did things differently when he was jealous. Kiss were better. Sex was better. Everything was better. Now wouldn’t be different. He left your lips and started tracing kisses all over your neck
- What about we skip dinner? - I’m cool with this - Great
He started kissing you again, he hands goes behind your tights lifting you, you put your legs around his waist, your hands on his hair. You two were on a full make out session when you heard the door of your shared bedroom gets open
- Parents, will youOH MY GOD, FOR FUCK SAKES YOU TWO
It was your oldest son, Dick, who was covering his eyes with his hand, you couldn’t help but laugh from the current situation, you jump off of Bruce, who was the first to speak
- What the hell Dick, don’t you know how to knock? - How am I supposed to know that I’d find you two like that? It’s dinner time for God’s sake, we always have dinner together, everybody’s waiting downstairs and I’m going back to join them, I’ve seen enough for a week
- Let’s go - Where? - Have dinner - You say we would skip it - Come on Bruce, Dickboy has a point, we always have dinner together - Can’t we just skip one night? - What’s the hurry honey?
You got even closer to him when whispered in his ear
- After dinner I’m all yours - Damn woman, you’re lucky that I love you - I love you too, now let’s go join our babies
Dinner was great, but what happened after was greater, you indeed showed Bruce that you are all his, and he all yours.
Imagine sneaking around with Juice and being caught by Abel. You bribe him not to say anything but at a family dinner he rats you guys out because Juice didn’t sit next to you at the table.
You shouldn’t be doing this, you thought as you
waited for Juice to pull up. You were meant to be babysitting Abel
for the night, not calling Juice over to Jax’s house, in the middle
of the night, for yet another secret hook-up.
You had known Tara for years; when you first met her
the two of you became the best of friends. She let you move into the
spare room in her house, but soon after she moved out and in with her
now-husband, Jax. You still lived in that little house and Tara was
still your best friend, except now you were also her babysitter.
For a little while, Tara had purposely kept you from
meeting the Club. She warned you away from them, said she didn’t
want you to get messed up in that life (and that it was too late for
her to leave it) and while you couldn’t help but think it a little
hypocritical of her, you left the subject alone. Until one day, a
couple of the guys came around to Jax’s house while you were over,
Gemma and Clay invited you to the Club dinner and that’s when you
met the rest of the guys…and Juice.
You didn’t actually speak to Juice that first
night, but after that you started to spend more and more time at the
Club and more and more time sharing flirtatious glances and lingering
touches with the Puerto Rican biker. At one of the family dinners,
after you’d had too much to drink and Jax and Tara had already
left, Juice offered to drive you home. You accepted his offer with a
grateful smile and a hammering heart, and then, as you were saying
goodnight, he leaned over and kissed you. And then, you invited him
inside. And then, nearly every night afterwards, he came around.
You never told Tara about it, as much as you wanted
to, because you were afraid of how she would react and you weren’t
going to lose your friend over some guy (that you may or may not have
So, that’s how you ended up in the situation you
were in now; at Jax and Tara’s house, watching Abel for the night
while they had a romantic night at Piney’s cabin, and waiting for
Juice to come around. Was it irresponsible? Yes. Was it exciting?
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest when the
doorbell rang. You ran to the door and swung it open with so much
force you were afraid you would rip it off it’s hinges.
“Hey-” he started, a wide grin on his face, but
you cut him off with a kiss.
“Shhh,” you whispered against his lips, “We
can’t wake up Abel.”
“Well you better keep me quiet then.” He said and
reclaimed your lips in a kiss.
Lips still attached, you headed backward to the
living room. Juice gently kicked the door and it closed behind him
with a soft click. He let his hands rest on your hips as he guided
you towards the sofa until you felt it hit the back of your knees and
you fell back onto it with an ungraceful thud. You groaned and rubbed
the back of your head, Juice just laughed.
“Shut up,” you mumbled, your cheeks flushed, but
didn’t give him a chance to answer as you yanked him down by his
kutte and into a kiss.
Juice’s hands toyed with the hem of your shirt. It
wasn’t until you let out a soft moan that he slid his warm, rough
hands under the thin material and started rubbing soothing circles on
your back. You locked your ankles around his waist, keeping him
firmly in place. The weight of him on top of you felt so good and you
couldn’t help but-
“Juice?” You heard a small voice say and
immediately jumped up, shoving Juice off of you and the couch and
nearly head-butting him in the process. You turned to the source of
the noise and saw Abel standing in the hallway. “What are you doing
here? And why are you kissing mummy’s friend?”
“He wasn’t!” you quickly protested. “Juicey
here, was just…uh…helping me out with…something?”
You slumped in your seat; you sucked at lying,
especially when caught off guard.
‘That’s what I get for having a secret
relationship.’ You thought with a sigh.
Abel seemed to completely ignore you and looked
straight at Juice, his brows furrowed in a frown that would be
intimidating if he wasn’t still so small.
“Why were you kissing her?” he repeated.
’Small, but not stupid.’
“I, uh,” Juice rubbed the back of his neck
nervously. “We, um…I just…she’s pretty?”
You elbowed Juice in the ribs lightly and shot him an
“Not helping!” you whispered. “Abel, look,”
you bent down to his height and crawled toward him on your knees, a
big smile on your face, “what do you say I let you stay up, we can
watch Happy Feet and you don’t tell mommy and daddy about this?”
For a moment, Abel just stared at you in silence. He
glanced at Juice and then back over to you before asking; “Can I
have ice cream with sprinkles too?”
You let out an internal sigh, happy to be in the
clear with Abel, and nodded. “You can have whatever you want
sweetie, as long as you don’t tell anyone that Juice was here.”
Abel smiled and headed past you to the couch. You
stood up and turned to Juice.
“So…” Juice started, a small smile on his face.
“That was a close one.”
You huffed a laugh. “No kidding; too close, I
think. You should probably leave.”
“Good idea,” he agreed. “Will I see you
“Yeah, I’ll be at the family dinner tomorrow.”
You told him.
“I know but I meant afterwards,” his (absolutely
breathtaking, not that you’d admit that out loud) smile widened
and, for a moment, your knees went weak. “Can I come to your place
You hesitated for a moment; you knew you had done a
stupid thing by inviting him over while you were babysitting, not to
mention you got caught! Still, there was something about Juice that
you could never refuse.
A small smile played at your lips and you nodded,
looking up at him through your lashes. He broke out into that goofy
smile that you loved so much and swept down to capture your lips in a
brief kiss before he was making his way out the door.
You heard the rev of his engine and your heart
hammered in your chest, already excited for tomorrow night. You took
a second to compose yourself (and wipe the giddy smile off of your
face) before making your way back to Abel to fulfil your end of the
“So, Happy Feet and ice cream?”
“Heya Gem,” you greeted Gemma, letting her pull
you into a hug. “Need any help in the kitchen?”
“Nah,” she shook her head and waved you off.
“Everything’s almost done anyway. You can just head on in, the guys
are all in the living room. Tara and Lyla are in there too,”
“Okay, well, gimme a yell if you need me,” you
told her and headed for the living room, already looking forward to
seeing Juice…and your other friends, of course.
All of a sudden there was a hand around your arm and
you were being yanked out of the hall and into a dark room.
“What the-” you exclaimed and, out of reflex more
than anything, your arm swung back, prepared to strike whoever it was
that grabbed you but you were stopped mid-swing by a hand catching
your forearm and the light flicking on.
Juice chuckled softly, using his grip on your arm to
pull your body flush against his own. You let out a shaky breath and
rolled your eyes.
“What the fuck, Juice? I nearly hit you!
Juice shrugged, sliding a hand around your waist and
down to rest on the curve of your denim-covered ass. “You know I
can be into that,”
Choosing to ignore his last comment (and the blush it
caused to rise to your cheeks) you continued; “And what are you
doing dragging me into a…a bathroom?”
“What do you think, baby?” he whispered close to
your ear. The hand on your ass squeezed softly and he brought your
earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. “I was going to grab
another beer when I saw Gemma answering the door. I hoped it was you,
so I hung back. I saw those shorts and I just…I couldn’t wait. The
bathroom was the closest place we could be alone.”
His mouth found your neck, kissing softly and biting
lightly so not to leave any marks but still let you know that you
“Everyone is out there, we could get caught!” you
argued, yet made no move to push him away.
Juice’s eyes left your face, but his arms held you
close. “Maybe I want us to get caught. Maybe I want everyone to
know. Maybe I-”
“Juan!” you interrupted, his head snapped back up
to meet your eyes. “Stop with the ‘maybe’. You do or you don’t,”
“I do. I want to come clean about us because it’s
not just sex to me anymore. I want to be with you, in the open.”
Your arms wound around his neck so you could pull him
down for a kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, but it was sweet and
somehow that kiss managed to say everything you couldn’t find the
“I want that too, but not tonight. I want Tara to
hear it from me, privately, and I don’t want to ruin Gemma’s dinner
if this goes south,” you said. He nodded, the smile never leaving
his face. “Now, let’s get back out there. Think you can keep your
hands to yourself until later? I promise I’ll make it worth your
while when we’re back at my place,”
Juice laughed, the sound like music to your ears.
“Only if that’s a promise,” he responded,
punctuating the sentence with a smack to your rear.
By the time the two of you left the bathroom everyone
was gathering at the table. No one noticed your absence and if they
did, no one mentioned it.
You took the spare seat beside Tara and watched from
the corner of your eye as Juice took a seat across the table from
A small tap on your shoulder distracted you from the
conversation you were having with Tara. You looked around but saw no
one, until they tapped again and you saw that it was Abel trying to
get your attention.
“What’s up baby boy?” you asked him, shuffling
over to the next seat and gesturing for Abel to take the one you were
just in. He climbed onto the chair with a little help from Tara, who
was watching the exchange closely.
“Why aren’t you sitting with Juice?” he asked.
You didn’t miss the way Tara and Jax’s faces twisted in confusion, or
the way Juice had stopped talking and had trained his eyes on you.
“What are you talking about, baby? Why do you think
I would be sitting with Juice?” you asked with a small laugh,
glancing around the table.
“I saw you go in the bathroom. Was he kissing you
again? My mommy and daddy kiss a lot too and they sit together so you
should sit with Juice,”
The chatter at the table silenced and all eyes were
on you and Juice. Tara’s eyebrows shot up and if looks could kill
you’d be nothing but a corpse right now.
“I don’t know what you mean, Abel,” you said,
wanting nothing more than to disappear.
“Yes you do! You and Juice were kissing and Juice
said you’re pretty! Remember Juice?” he exclaimed, turning to the
man from Queens.
“I, uh…I…” Juice stammered awkwardly, looking
around the table before his eyes finally landed on you. “Yeah, I do
“Juice!” you snapped and suddenly wished that
looks could kill.
“What? It’d be pointless to deny it tonight and
then come out with it later,” he said and you knew he was right.
You shot Juice a smile and he announced; “We’re together. We’ve
been seeing each other for a little while now and it’s getting
serious. I want her to be my old lady someday,” he said the last
part to you and you had to blink back the tears that welled in your
eyes. You had no idea that Juice felt that way, but you were so glad
that he did.
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Jax asked,
eyeing Juice closely.
“Because it was private. It was about us; it didn’t
involve the club, not yet,” Juice stood from his seat and made his way over
to you while the others watched on. He held out a hand to you,
waiting for you to take it. “I know it’s rude, but I kinda just
want to spend some time with you right now. Wanna get out of here?”
You took his hand without a second thought. Hand in
hand, you practically ran to Juice’s Dyna, leaving the rest of the
club and your friends in the wake of your bombshell but you would
deal with that problem tomorrow. Everyone knew about the two of you
now and it felt good; for the first time in a long time you felt
As you slid onto the back of your man’s bike and
slipped on the helmet he kept for you, a thought crossed your mind,
making you let out a small giggle.
a few of you have asked me about this and this is just for anyone curious!!!!! yes the reason i moved blogs was because of one person. i dont want to answer the asks because i want to instead address it fully here!!!!! im not goin to be as specific as i want because this is public and if she ever finds this blog, i dont want it all out in the open for her to find. so ill just say this: she was my best friend and i ended the friendship because it was hurting both of us. and most importantly, it was hurting me. being friends with her was like climbing a mountain; it had its ups and its down like any friendship does. so when we weren’t fighting or pissed at each other, it was great. we would laugh together and complain together because we always saw eye-to-eye. but when we were fighting, it was the fucking worst and it would make my depression get so bad that i would contemplate killing myself. that i would isolate myself from her. and she never would seek me out because she was afraid to. my depression scared her but she stuck around because she liked the person i was when i wasnt sad. but i need someone who’ll like every part of me. so no, my ex best friend isnt a bad person and i dont want anyone thinking that. she just wasnt a good person for me to have as a best friend. and i just want to thank everyone for following me to this blog because ive been thinking about it and i think i want to permanently move here eventually. so thank u sm for understanding
a tutorial-ish thingy, because a lovely person asked. (Thank you for your interest, lovely person.)
see, i made most of my latest arties like this; i shaded the sketch with a pencil and then colored it in Artflow (which i bought for like 3 dollars and then felt like a pro) in subtract mode. C'est ça. So pro. Now you can be the same kinda pro!
A/N: Part three of the “I can’t keep calm” series. This is shorter but the last 2 parts will probably end up being long so…enjoy. There’s some Sammy angst & this part is mainly to give you an idea on what the reader’s mindset is on everything; it also gives a bit of background on the relationship between the reader & the brothers.
Cas ended up dropping you off at a motel about twenty miles away from the bunker; promising to return with your stuff soon. However Cas was not the one to show up at your motel door the next morning, a very sad Sam was. You debated shutting the door for moment when you saw him but decided against it, he wasn’t involved in the fight.
“I’m not coming back so if that’s all you came here to do you might as well leave.” You said to him, turning around and sitting on your bed.
“I’m not, well I do want you to come home, but I brought you some of your stuff and I just wanted to talk. Maybe get to hear your side of everything?” Sam told you, placing your green duffle on the floor next to the table.
“Okay, what do you wanna hear?” You asked Sam, picking at the scratchy motel blanket.
Sam sat down on the bed, crossing his legs and facing you, “Tell me what happened with you and Dean while I was gone. You guys never fight, then all of a sudden he comes back from being dead, you guys aren’t talking, then you leave.” He told you.
You let out a sigh, “I don’t know why you’re asking me, I’m sure that Dean, Cas, and Mary already filled you what happened,” You said, rolling your eyes.
“They did, but I wanna hear it from you.” Sam said with a smile.