steady breathing

A woman came in to the shop today to talk about getting a memorial tattoo for her dog who had just passed. We did all the typical things, asking about the design and size, explaining that if she would like to bring in the deceased’s ashes, those can be mixed into the ink to make the memorial more personal. By the time we’d gotten to this point, the woman was blinking rapidly and tilting her head back. Just a little.

“I was thinking of putting his name in the middle,” she said. My boss asked the name, and she took a steadying breath and said, “Bacchus”.
“A beautiful name.” I smiled as kindly as I could.
“Bacchus was the Roman god of wine.” 
“I know Bacchus.” I smiled even bigger without thinking, and to my delight she matched my grin.

We offered her a walk-in appointment, but she said she’d have to come back; she’d had a glass of wine.

First Day of New Life

fandom: yuri!!! on ice

pairing: victor nikiforov/katsuki yuuri

rating: teen

genre: romance, domestic, fluff

word count: 4587

warning(s): none

summary: /And that was when the gold on his finger caught the light seeping through the window that his smile widened. Ah, right. He brought his hand closer to his face. ‘Not fiancé,’ he reminded himself. Husband./

mirror link: fanfiction | ao3

First Day of New Life

Yuri!!! On Ice © Kubo Mitsurou

This is a work of fanfiction, simply written for the purpose of enjoyment and entertainment. I gain no financial profit from writing this.

I’m so lucky to have him,’ Victor thought.

Smile never left his face while slender fingers were playing with his sleeping beauty’s black hair―slightly stiff from last night’s hair gel. Yuuri’s chest rose up and down moving in sync with his steady breaths, and Victor subconsciously calming his own; matching them in the same rhythm. It was a small gesture of wanting to connect with his fiancé in every little way possible.

And that was when the gold on his finger caught the light seeping through the window that his smile widened.

Ah, right. He brought his hand closer to his face.

Not fiancé,’ he reminded himself.


He had grown used to the weight of a ring on his finger, so adding one more band didn’t really give him the unfamiliar and new feeling on his finger. The sight was still new though. He tilted his hand, trying to catch the light again in the right angle.

There were two bands adorning his third finger, the gold losing colour on top, and the gleaming new gold on bottom.

He glanced back between the bands and his husband―still snoring softly with his lips parted a bit.

Unbelievable; this was where his life stood now. Years ago, his whole attention was still devoted to skating; not even bothering with his life and love. He was content with it. He loved the ice and thought it would be his whole life―living to surprise the audience.

But after learning his two L words, it was a brand new sight he never knew he wanted.

It was an addition to his life―not needed, but definitely better with.

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we’re laying naked in your bed and there’s a thousand silent things happening, like your heart beating against my cheek, your slow and steady breathing, or if I’m really paying attention - the sound of your fingers tracing words across my back. and I could focus on any one of them, all I have to do is listen hard enough

can’t write can’t think can’t pretend like i’m breathing steady
i had a panic attack the night before the morning you messaged me and
call it a premonition or call it like it is but c’mon
what were you fucking thinking acting like we could be friends i should’ve been honest i should’ve just told you i hated your guts i should’ve made sure you knew how i felt i should’ve kept you blocked i should’ve double checked that there was no way you could ever get your foot in the door again because now you’re inside this house and
the only way to get you out is to burn everything down with me inside.
—  i don’t want to see you anymore– lily rain

The Kids Are Alright: Part 2

April 5, 1998


Neville: I… I’m sorry I haven’t come… in a while. Things have been *sighs* complicated, with school. 

Frank: *stares blankly ahead, his breathing steady and slow* 

Neville: I mean… we were already sort of friends *coughs* s-sort of… but now… *smiles softly* I’ve already told you about Ginny… and Ron and Hermione… and Harry-

Neville: I don’t think I told you about her… *falters* I’m sorry it’s been so long… I should have come sooner… *shakes his head, nervously fiddling with an empty wrapper in his hand* 

Frank: *suddenly reaches out to Neville, his hand shaking* 

Neville: *stares* … Yeah Dad? 

Frank: *slowly moves his hand away from Neville, picking a feather up off of his bedside table* 

Neville: Oh… 

Neville: *softly* Dad… please listen. *reaches out and gently pulls the feather from Frank’s trembling fingers* 

Frank: *quickly draws his hands back as if he’s been burned* 

Neville: We’re in the middle of a war… and I don’t think Hogwarts is safe anymore. They’re coming for us. *takes a deep, shuddering breath* 

… I’m scared.

I’m scared… 

Neville: I-I don’t know why the hat put me in Gryffindor. I’m not brave, like you were. 

Neville: I hate that you’re here, but you can’t hear a word I say. I just wish… 

Frank: *jerks, his eyes shutting tightly* 

Neville: *gasps* Oh no! I-I’m sorry… I know this isn’t fair… It’s not your fault you-

Neville: *stares, heart racing* I’m sorry… 

Neville: *gently places a hand on Frank’s shoulder* 

Frank: *freezes* *slowly begins to breathe again, allowing his tensed body to relax* 

Neville: *quietly* I-I have to leave now… *slowly stands, tucking the empty wrapper into his pocket* 


(( OOC: Bellatrix Lestrange played by: @potterdeer 

Alice Longbottom played by: @the-mischief-managed )) 

Mr. Min - Chapter 02

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 9872

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names, inappropriate table manners

Prologue - Ch 1 

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Reflections // Yoongi

Drabble game request: Yoongi + “How could I ever forget about you" + Angst | for anon

Word count: 1,562 words

Character: Yoongi x reader

Part 1/ReflectionsPart 2/FlashlightsPart 3/Pathways

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looking out for you

pairing: taehyung x reader | soulmates
word count: 9.2k
     → i didn’t even know soulmates existed before you. but i know it’s real because i feel it. it’s like my heart sees you and it just kinda knows you.

You were presenting in class the first time he infiltrated your vision with silk-like strokes of vivid colors. An odd twinge in your heart erupted and it felt as if someone had a grip around your throat, your legs giving in beneath you, your hands shakily finding their way to the table for support. As if through a blur, you heard your name being called out and you looked upon the class as specks of brown hues emerged, specks that hadn’t been there before.

It was a desperate attempt to stay upright as you focused on steadying your breath, the vivid hallucinations making it all that much harder when the specks took shapes and your heartrate boomed. Adrenaline was pulsing through your body and you saw the terrible posture, the slouched spine and the coffee hues that had turned to soft strands of hair. It was a boy, but he wasn’t from here. You saw the books in front of him, faint colors of a room surrounding him, an entire different reality set around his frame. Your lungs were fighting for air and you were irrevocably wavering when a choked scream finally fell from your lips and the figure turned, the widest set of scared eyes looking right back at you.

Seconds after that, you fainted.

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2AM - part 2 (A Minseok Series)

Your hand was on your deadbolt and you took a deep breath to steady yourself before you turned the lock.

Minseok was home. It was 2AM and he was knocking on your door. You didn’t even need to look through the peephole to know it was him. Of course it was him.

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Creepypasta #960: Just Keep Breathing

Length: Medium

Breathe in. Breathe out. Steady breaths. Just keep breathing. I have to remember to do this. It’s important. 

Sitting in English class, having the other girls pick on me, calling me names. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Steady breaths. 

The boys always stay away from me because I’m weird. Except for Jeremy. He’s always nice to me. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Just keep breathing. 

His girlfriend, Nikki thinks I’m trying to “take her man”. She bullies me and calls me a slut. 

I’m really just trying to live. Just trying to keep breathing. 

She corners me after school, and threatens me to stay away from him. She shoves me and I fall down. I see a flash of metal as she kneels down close to my face. She tells me that if I don’t stay away, she’ll be more persuasive. Just keep breathing. The next day Jeremy approaches me after class. He brings my books I lost when Nikki cornered me. He’s moving a little closer to me. 

Remember to breathe. Steady breaths. Just keep breathing. 

Nikki notices this and she notices that I know she knows. I remember yesterday and politely excuse myself, trying to head home. 

Just keep breathing. 

Nikki catches me outside and pulls me into a secluded area on the side of the building. She shoves me and screams at me that she warned me.

I remind myself to breathe. 

I didn’t notice when she stabbed me in the chest. I only noticed her horrified expression as she stared at me. I look down to see the knife in my chest. I pull it out and partially coagulated blood stuck to the blade. I grab Nikki by the neck and lift up. She tries to kick and scream for a little while, and I let her go when she fell limp. It’s so difficult to act alive when you don’t breathe.

Credits to: DeusSolis88

Pillow Talk (a James March x Female Reader AHS fanfic)

Fandom: American Horror Story: Hotel

Genre: Smut, but, like…dark. Angsty scary horror smut. It’s AHS, after all. 

Rating: R. NC-17. No little ones allowed!!!!!

Summary: After an especially bad panic attack, there’s really only one thing you can think of that can bring you back to normal. And so you draw in a steadying breath, look your lover square in his face, and ask, “How would you kill me?”

Warnings/Notes: This has been rattling around the inside of me head since the start of the month but I’m only just now getting around to finishing it. There’s talk of murder in here, and blood, and suicide, but the sex is consensual and non-coerced, at least? If you can get through American Horror Story you’ll probably be fine.

Originally posted by itsanightmareinmyhead

You were choking.

The walls closed in until they crushed you. There was no escape, no air, no hope. Your heart pounded in your chest like a creature trying to escape a cage. It was too fast. Any minute now it would explode, filling your chest with blood and shreds of tissue, and you would assuredly die. Already there was a lead weight on your chest, caving it in, crushing you. You couldn’t sit up straight, couldn’t draw a breath, couldn’t stop the choking sobs. You were the only one in the room, but you could feel every foul presence in the hotel bearing down on you. Each one licked its lips and bared its teeth and stretched out its grasping claws towards you.

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The Little Things


If there was a sound that could sum up London in one word, it would be sirens. They screamed during the night and wailed during the day at any given time. And now one was whizzing by just below Dan’s flat, ruffling you from your peaceful sleep with a mewl of protest. Annoyed, you roll over and nuzzle yourself into the warmth of Dan’s chest. In a last effort to fall back to sleep you squeeze your eyes shut and let the soft, steady breaths from Dan that fall lightly against your neck take you away.

But it is just a few minutes later, right as you feel the soft pull of sleep finally begin to lull you back into darkness, that yet another police car flashes by on the street under you, its relentless cry bouncing off the brick walled flat and bringing you back to the morning.

You let out another growl of disapproval and burrow closer to Dan, making sure to pull the covers above your head. Soon you curl into a ball, hiding from the irritating sounds of Britain. You feel Dan’s chest move with a chuckle.

“You’re so cute,” he says in a gruff, guttural morning voice that sends a flutter to your stomach. You can hear the grin in his voice, and soon see it when you immerge from under the duvet. You are met with his big brown eyes staring down at you, his ruffled bedhead propped up with one hand as an adoring grin dimples his cheeks.

“Good morning,” you smirk sheepishly back at him.

He wraps an arm around your waist and brings his forehead to yours. You are so close you can see how the light that peaks through Dan’s curtains plays into his irises, mixing the light shades of hazel into the darker hues of chocolatey brown. “Sorry the alarms woke you,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to your nose.

Your grin sprouts into a full-blown smile as a blush curls into your cheeks. All you can do is stare up at him, marveling at the way the gray light of the early morning plays off his features, dazzling his pale skin and setting fire to his eyes.

“How was your sleep?” he asks, settling the two of you back down into the warmth of the covers.

You hum, closing your eyes as you lay your head onto his chest, listening to the rhythmic calm of his heartbeat. “Excellent,” you sigh, recalling the thrills and peaks of last night with another grin.

You feel his chest vibrate with another chuckle, and you give a titter of a laugh along with him. “Mine was amazing as well,” he purrs against the shell of your ear. “I spent it with the most wonderful person.” He begins rubbing gentle circles and random patterns over your skin, his fingers trailing ghosts of a touch across your arms, little designs scrawled here and there over your back.

“What time is it?” you ask, head lifting just a few inches from his chest.

You hear his straining grunt of effort as he twists around to reach for his phone. He squints his eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness of his phone. “Ten in the morning,” he groans, tossing his phone somewhere onto the bed.

You look back up to him from his chest. Gently he moves down to reach your lips with his, bringing you in tenderly against him. Your lips barely graze at first, just a light brush. Until he nudges his head forward against you and you feel his tongue touch the sensitive skin of your lips, asking softly for entrance. And just as he enters your mouth, he mutters against your lips, “What do you want to do today?”

You let out a soft breath of a laugh as he rolls over on top of you, careful to support himself above you so he isn’t crushing you. The sheets and duvet are tangled around your bodies. “Whatever you want.”  And with that he pours the rest of himself into the kiss, his skin melding together with yours as if the two of you are made for just this. Lips, tongue, and teeth all mold against each other in passion. He just begins to trail his attention away from your mouth to your cheek, to your jawline, and only beginning to concentrate on your neck as the sound of your stomach growling interrupts you.

You feel him smile against you, his lips raising from your skin as a breath of a laugh blows lightly over your neck. “I think maybe breakfast is in order,” he whispers, leaving a peck of a kiss against your clavicle as he raises himself from you. He places another kiss to your stomach, his dark brown eyes staring up at you. “Hate to keep a pretty thing like you hungry.”

You both giggle as the two of you stumble out of bed. The wintry air of the flat is there to greet you as always. In search for the nearest shirt, you stumble around the room. You let out a huff. Where were the ones from last night? Your eyes trail to Dan.

He sits grinning from the end of the bed, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he obviously enjoys the sight of you bare before him. Your gaze drifts from his smug face to what he holds in his hands. His wadded up shirt from last night.

“Plan on handing that over?” You quirk an eyebrow and place both hands on your hips.

He chuckles, raising an eyebrow back at you. “I don’t know. I quite like this look,” he shrugs, eyes falling over your body slowly.

“Well, I don’t know if your flat mate would enjoy walking in on this look,” you reply, a grin toying at the edges of your lips. “Plus, it’s freezing, Dan!”

Another deep chuckle and a wolfish smile and he rises from the bed, limbering toward you. “I know something that could warm you right up,” he purrs, wrapping his arms around you in a big bear hug.

You let out a giggle as he lifts you from the ground so you’re level with him. You stare deeply into his eyes, trying your best to keep the smile from your face. “Daniel James Howell!” you squeal as he places sloppy kisses over your neck.

He laughs as well, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “God, I love you.” He gently sets you down and hands over his shirt.

“I love you, too,” you say as you tug his oversized shirt over your head. It looks more like a dress, the hem falling mid-thigh. But you love it. His eclipse shirt smells just like him, the fabric soft and just big enough to feel like a hug. “Now let’s see if we can find anything in that fridge of yours.”

He follows you to the kitchen, his eyes no doubt trailing to your butt the whole time, admiring the way his clothes looked so adorable on you, like a nightgown.

You find just a few eggs left in the carton and decide to cook that. As the eggs sizzle down in the pan you feel Dan’s arms wrap themselves around your waist from behind, his head resting comfortably atop yours. His hand enwrap over yours and you soon begin to cook your breakfast together.

The serene sound of the morning, the faint chirp of birds from the bare trees outside the window, the distant sound of those damned sirens, and the sizzle of the eggs in the pan all filled you with the warmth of home. This had become your home. And it was the most comfortable thing in the world, like the final piece of your puzzle slipping into place. You could spend the rest of your life like this.

Both of you turn your heads when you hear a small chuckle from the doorway. Phil stands there, a shy smile on his face and his hair just as messy as Dan and yours must be. “Well, good morning, lovebirds. I see the two of you have set out together to create a marvelous breakfast.”

Dan chuckles against you and the two of you chorus a “good morning, Phil” as you stir the eggs again.

The three of you devour the breakfast together, all sat around the table, Dan’s ankle hooked around yours as a blissful conversation drifts among you. The hum of traffic drones below as a background. Every now and then Dan’s eyes travel back to you, love and adoration radiating off of him as he grins at you. His fingers play with yours under the table, toying with the simple string he’d tied around your index finger a few months ago, just a little mark, a little reminder that you were his and he was yours. As all of this was, it was simple and it was full of love. It was pure.

The Silent One Part One

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Synopsis: The Reader refuses to talk to Negan while Negan is intrigued by them  and is determined to charm them.
Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 1,609
Violence, Minor curse words

You were new to Alexandria, it was your third day here and you were leaning against a porch fence, reading when you saw lots of people running toward the gates, worried looks on your faces. You frowned as you carefully bent down the corner of the page you were on. You placed down the book gently and stood up.

“What’s going on?” You asked one of the locals who just shook their head and carried on running toward the gates.

You followed them, bemused. When the wrought iron gates were in sight you stopped dead still. You quickly sidestepped behind a pillar and tried to steady your breathing. You peeked from behind the birch pillar and you could see many men coming through the gates, all armed to the teeth with fire arms or long menacing knives. Or both.

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Sweater Weather

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Challenge: Written for @jpadjackles‘s 1k Follower Challenge
Prompt: The song “Sweater Weather” by the The Neighbourhood
Summary: Dean takes the reader for a surprise in the forest but the reader starts to get cold.
Word Count: 1,086
Tags: it’s literally just a disgusting amount of fluff
A/N: Lol sorry for the shitty summary but eh whatevs. Took a quick break from Taken to write a fic for this challenge. It was fun!


It started with a slight tremble in your hands.

It was subtle, so incredibly subtle.  You balled up your fists and stuck them behind your back, worried he would notice.  Your eyes drifted downward, avoiding his ever-observant gaze, and you focused on keeping your breath steady.

He was Dean Winchester, though, and he knew you enough to notice any small shift in your demeanor.

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The Five Times Credence Apparated and the One Time it Backfired

@mustardprecum @coloursflyaway


Credence closes his eyes and takes in a deep, steadying breath, narrowing his focus to the wand in his hand. It’s only too easy to focus on something–or rather, someone–else with Graves’ chest pressed to his back, the solid line of his arm against Credence’s, his fingers curled around his own, but Credence has to concentrate. His magic isn’t going to work otherwise.

“Your magic is a part of you,” Graves says, voice low and soft in Credence’s ear. “I know you’re used to it, but don’t fight it. Just picture where you want to go, and let it happen.”

Suppressing a shudder at the hot breath on his neck, Credence tries to do as Graves tells him. He reaches for the magic that’s always lurked within him. It’s no longer the twisted, tangled mess he’s grown used to, but something clearer, almost pure. It at least feels kinder than it used to.

Hesitantly, Credence draws it out, allowing it to flow through his body into the wand. He can feel it building in intensity, pushing at the tip of the wand, begging to be used. Credence squeezes his eyes shut and releases it.

There’s a rush of air, the brief sensation of being nothing, before Credence snaps back together, slightly sick to his stomach.

Graves’ hand lands on his shoulder, steadying him, helping him keep his feet. “Where… where are we?” Credence asks when he’s collected himself a little more.

Graves looks around, a shadow of confusion passing over his face when he realizes where they’ve ended up. “We appear to be in my office.”

Oh. Credence flushes, turning his face away from Graves to hide it.

This office was the first place Credence had ever met Graves, the real Graves, and his subconscious must have decided it was the safest place to take them. He’d been concentrating so hard on actually making his magic work that he’d given barely any thought to where he actually wanted to go.

“Credence,” Graves says, and Credence turns towards him, half expecting to be scolded for intruding where he doesn’t belong. Instead, Graves gives him a small, unexpected smile. “I’m proud of you.”

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(set after the junior art show.)

Shitty finds her out on the back steps of the building, sitting on the steps with her shoulders shaking. The night’s cold. She jumps a little when the door closes behind him, but doesn’t turn.

“Lards?” he says carefully.

She sighs. Her shoulders ease, then rise and fall as she takes a long, steadying breath.

“You okay?” he ventures.

“Yeah,” she says immediately. Then, “No. Shut up. No, I’m not okay.”

He sits down on the stoop next to her. “Okay,” he says. “That’s okay, you don’t have to be okay.”

She says nothing. He wants to touch her – her shoulder, or her knee, some kind of comforting pat – but he keeps his hands folded in his lap, too unsure to do anything besides be there. “I’m here if you wanna talk about it,” he says after a beat.

She still says nothing.

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Protected (Part 9)

summary: reader witnesses something horrible and somehow Bucky ends up being her bodyguard

warnings: tiny bit of angst, swearing, S M U T ! ! ! 

word count: 2216

a/n: oooooops things got a little out of hand. ALSO, i’ve never written smut before so don’t burn me at the stake :S


Originally posted by ajl-bae

My mind was coming to, I was waking up from my dreamless slumber.
An orange glow was smeared across the room. A strong hand draped lazily over my hip, steady breathes behind me, a chest rising and falling in sync with my own. Was I in heaven?

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Sometimes, it’s not quite enough.

It’s never enough, to be perfectly honest, but there are days when that longing is magnified, and the gnawing feeling of missing someone fills him until he can’t breathe.

There are the phone calls, text messages, hand written notes, snap chats, and skyping in the evening when Jack has the hotel room to himself, but some nights, the distance between them seems even longer than it really is.

It’s nearly morning, and it is quiet except for the hum of the plane engine and the snores of the passengers around him. Jack is awake even though he’s exhausted and more than a little bruised from the last game.

He turns on his phone and rereads the last message Bitty sent him before he’d boarded. It’s an enthusiastic text filled with entirely too many exclamation marks and emoticons followed by a selfie of Bitty’s bright grin.

Something settles in Jack, and he smiles to himself. Taking a steadying breath, he closes his eyes and holds onto the image of Bitty as he relaxes his shoulders.

The miles between them are shortening, and with every beat of his heart, it’s a step closer to home, to Bitty.