than nicotine

Worse Than Nicotine

Prompt: “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU. Where Sirius is the chain-smoking art student.

Word Count: About 5,500.

Warning(s): Smoking, sexual tension, kissing, motorcycle ride without all the gear. Don’t accept a ride from someone on a motorcycle unless they supply the proper gear and you’re wearing pants and a heavy jacket, preferably. Do some research before riding!

Note: Sort of a modern, college AU. This isn’t smut, but, I have to warn you, it does end up being smoking hot. Hah. Get it? Anyway, thank you @princesse-de-ravenclaw for reading this over!


To the barista with the pretty grey eyes,

Smoking can cause the lens of the eyes to fog up and the whites of the eyes to turn yellow. Don’t ruin their beauty. If not for yourself, then for those who have the pleasure of seeing them. ;)

Love, Y/N.

Sirius rolled his eyes, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he pocketed yet another note from you. If you were to open a spare drawer in his flat, you would find a collection of tossed napkins with rushed scribbles littering the surface. Maybe one day Sirius would take your insistent advice, but right now, all he wanted was a drag.

“Another love letter from your favorite med student?”

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she already heard you two last night

stonus bory:

she just needs some luvin okay

no one has ever told mac “i love you”

1.
You’re ten and it’s parent teacher conference day. You wait by the bleachers
and an hour has passed and your mom still hasn’t shown up
and your dad is away at business again but it’s ok because he told you
he’s doing it for you so it’s your fault he’s not here anyway. Kids and their
parents pass you by and you hear whispers of words like “I’m proud of you” and
“i love you”. You go home and find your mom passed out on the couch with a lit
cigarette still in her hand. Later that night you try to smoke for the first time
hoping you’ll understand why she seems to care about nicotine than you.

2.
You’re 13 and you and charlie are getting high off huffing glue and you’re always running and screaming and charlie will beat up anyone who tries to talk shit to you for being too small and you’re throwing rocks at trains and stealing beer and pretending to like the taste and you want to scream i love you but you don’t and he
doesnt either. You just laugh until you’re too tired and now you’re old and laughing comes harder but you know he loves you too

3.
You’re 18 and it’s just you and him and you’re drunk off your minds and he’s leaving
and you can’t breath. The night is hot and you’re laying on grass and he is way too close
and he has put on the kind of music he likes, all songs about love, so you just say it.
“Dennis..?” “Hm?” “I love you”
And he grabs you by the neck and kisses you hard and you’re happy you are but he doesn’t
say it back and you’re forty and he still hasn’t said it back and you’re still begging
and he still kisses you sometimes.

status/frases wpp
  • Se te faz bem, desistir por quê?
  • O segredo é ser feliz em segredo.
  • Humildemente marrenta, discretamente ciumenta, diz que vai ficar de mal mas se rende e não aguenta.
  • Sorte minha que a vida muda, que muita coisa o tempo cura…
  • Eu queria não querer, mas sem querer, eu quero
  • Tudo vai, tudo é fase.
  • Que demore, mas venha e que seja tudo aquilo que eu sonhei.
  • E se for tarde demais, a gente aproveita a madrugada.
  • Esse teu jeito me domina. Esse sorriso me alucina.
  • Ela sonhava com o paraíso toda vez que fechava os olhos.
  • ou entre na minha linha ou saia da minha reta
  • Não sinta falta, faça falta.
  • Quer mudanças? Comece pelas suas atitudes.
  • Já tive ódio demais, hoje eu só busco amor
  • Sem pressa, relaxa, que na hora certa tudo se encaixa.
  • Tô fugindo de tudo que o apaga meu sorriso.
  • Hoje eu tô assim, amando quem me ama, esquecendo quem me esqueceu e fazendo de terceira opção quem me fez de segunda!
  • forget your past, forgive yourself, and begin again - esquecer seu passado, perdoar a si mesmo, e começar de novo.
  • things happen, people change - coisas acontecem, pessoas mudam
  • how many secrets can you keep? - quantos segredos você pode guardar?
  • intoxicated with madness, in love with my sadness - intoxicado com loucura, apaixonado pela minha tristeza
  • music is our only salvation from the horror of existence - música é a nossa única salvação do horror da existência
  • queen of disaster - rainha do desastre
  • your loss, baby - sua perda, baby
  • she was a psychedelic mess - ela era uma bagunça psicodélica
  • don’t touch my soul with dirty hands - não toque minha alma com mãos sujas
  • what are you afraid of? - do que você tem medo?
  • She was in her own world - ela estava em seu próprio mundo
  • be who you want to be, not what others want to see - seja quem você quer ser, não o que os outros querem ver
  • you’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece - você está rasgado em cada extremidade, mas você é uma obra-prima
  • everybody knows that i’m a mess - todo mundo sabe que eu sou uma confusão
  • it’s crazy how much one person can affect you - é uma loucura o quanto uma pessoa pode afetá-lo
  • life is made of small moments - a vida é feita de pequenos momentos
  • i don’t need you, i have internet - Eu não preciso de você, eu tenho internet
  • idk, google it - eu não sei, pesquise no google
  • you like your insane girls - você gosta de suas meninas loucas
  • high anxiety - alta ansiedade
  • more self love - mais amor próprio
  • feel free to abduct me  - sinta-se livre para me raptar
  • you’re worse than nicotine - você é pior do que a nicotina
  • stay weird - permanecer estranho
  • remember to take care of yourself first - lembre-se de cuidar de si mesmo primeiro
  • someday, I will be your girl - algum dia, eu serei sua garota
  • i’m passive agressive - eu sou agressivo passivo
  • once upon a time, fuck you, the end - era uma vez, foda-se, fim
  • happy ending? sorry, we aren’t in disney - final feliz? desculpa, mas não estamos na Disney
  • i won’t cry for you, my mascara is too expensive - Eu não vou chorar por você, meu rímel é muito caro
  • you can’t wake up, this is not a dream - você não pode acordar, isso não é um sonho
  • good times, bad friends - bons tempos, maus amigos
  • i’ve kissed more bottles than boys - eu beijei mais garrafas do que meninos
  • i wish i didn’t care all the time - eu gostaria de não me importar o tempo todo
  • I gave wrong people the right pieces of me - Eu dei pessoas erradas as peças certas de mim
  • I gotta stay high all the time, to keep you off my mind - Eu tenho que permanecer alta o tempo todo, para mantê-lo fora de minha mente
  • you’re into drugs, and I’m into you - você está em drogas, e eu estou em você
  • Diz que não acredita no amor, pra ver se o amor acredita nela
  • O problema é que as pessoas sabem pouco, mas falam muito. 

starsinoureyescas  asked:

Could I request a destiel au where maybe dean has been smoking since he was in high school, and he's never really had a reason to quit. He's perfectly content to stay in his ways until he meets and falls for Sam's friend Castiel, who is severely asthmatic. He can't be around when Dean smokes, because it's a trigger for his attacks, so dean tries to quit for him? (Sorry this is so long! 😂 I love the seven minutes in Heaven ficlet, but the way!)

This got a little longer than I intended (mostly because I spent way too much time on the backstory) so I hope you enjoy it! Also, I’m so glad you liked the seven minutes in heaven fic! (also on ao3!)

Dean had never intended to become a smoker.

It was just something that sort of happened. Like the fact that he lost his virginity in the backseat of his car when he was sixteen or happened to enjoy wearing women’s panties or fell in love with his brother’s best friend.

He had smoked his first cigarette when he was thirteen.

His mom had been out for the night, having dinner with a few of her friends that she hadn’t seen in awhile. Sam was out of the house, having a sleepover with a few of his own friends.

His dad had ended up falling asleep on the couch after watching a rather intense wrestling match. Gunner Lawless had won, of course.

Dean had been bored out of his mind, desperately trying to come up with some way to entertain himself. Like any thirteen year old red-blooded American boy, he was a little reckless, rebellious for the sake of being rebellious.

Watching TV had been out of the question since they only had one, which was stationed in the living room, and turning it on would mean waking his dad. And his dad could be a grumpy son of a bitch when woken from up, like a crotchety old bear whose hibernation had been interrupted.

Video games were out of the question, too. Mostly because they required the use of the TV and partially because Sam had taken their best games with him.

He ate some leftovers from the night before, using the carved up turkey to make a few sandwiches. But as much as he loved food, it was a poor substitute for worthwhile entertainment.

He was desperately searching for a way to pass the time, to cure his mind-numbing boredom, and satisfy his insatiable curiosity. So, with his dad still snoring on the couch, Dean swiped his pack of Marlboros and a lighter and snuck outside to smoke his first cigarette.

His dad had been a smoker since he was a teenager himself, a trait he had picked up from his own dad. Dean had always secretly suspected it had something to do with maintaining a manly image.

Dean’s mom had been insisting that John quit smoking for years, citing the numerous health risks involved with the dirty little habit. But his dad had always just brushed it off, always claimed it would be his New Year’s resolution, always put it off for another year.

John had finally relented when Mary decided to take a more passive aggressive route.

Whenever John would come home from a long day of work at the garage, covered in grease and grime and sweat, and leaned in to kiss her hello, Mary would twist away. Waving a hand, she would dismiss, “Oh, John, you know I hate kissing you after you’ve smoked.”

That pattern had gone on for weeks. And as much as Dean hated to admit that his mom holding out on his dad in the bedroom — hell, he didn’t even like to think about it — was what finally convinced his dad to quit smoking.

John had gradually reduced his cigarette consumption little by little. He slowly but surely went from a pack every few days to a pack a week to a pack a month.

But at thirteen, Dean hadn’t been thinking about the fact that his dad was a taking a step to improve his health. All he had been thinking about was trying out a cigarette himself.

With John slumbering on the couch and no one else home to catch him, Dean had tiptoed into his parents’ bedroom where he rummaged around for his dad’s pack of cigarettes. He had eventually found it in the pocket of his dad’s favorite leather jacket along with an old silver Zippo.

Prize in hand, Dean had quietly crept outside to the backyard to enjoy the spoils of his little covert mission. He had hidden in the shadow of a tall pine tree, not wanting any of their neighbors to spot him.

He had shivered a bit, the ground cold beneath his socked feet. Winter would be there soon, hopefully bringing snow days so he could get out of his most boring classes.

He had placed the butt of a cigarette between his lips the same way he had seen his dad do a million times. Flicking the igniter on the Zippo, summoning a small dancing flame, he raised the lighter to the end of the cigarette.

He had only managed to take a few short puffs of the cigarette before he was bent over coughing, hacking up a lung. His eyes had watered from the intensity of his coughing fit, his stomach aching from it.

He hadn’t understood how anyone could get addicted to smoking. It was horrible. And it tasted beyond disgusting.

It definitely wasn’t as cool as everyone in the movies made it look.

Dean had snubbed out the cigarette after recovering from his fit, tossing it over the fence into their neighbor’s trash can to destroy the evidence of his little crime. He hadn’t wanted to get the same lecture about how dangerous and disgusting smoking was that his mother had often given his father.

Slipping back inside, he had returned the pack of cigarettes and the Zippo to his dad’s jacket pocket. Then he brushed his teeth three times and chugged two glasses of water just to get the taste of nicotine out of his mouth. It really wasn’t that cool.

The only people he had ever told included his three best friends and, after swearing him to secrecy, Sam. It remained his dirty little secret for years until more important ones took its place.

He had smoked his second cigarette when he was seventeen, only a few months before he turned eighteen.

He had been at a party celebrating the most recent win of their high school football team, of which he was the star player, voted MVP after nearly every single game they played. One of the other players on the team, a rich kid whose parents were out of town often enough for him to do so, had invited half of the school to his palatial home.

Dean had been hanging out with Benny and Jo, Charlie having already found a pretty girl to disappear upstairs with. They had been sipping on illegally obtained beer in red solo cups, shooting the breeze about school and work and other crap that wouldn’t matter once they graduated.

From across the room, a cute cheerleader had caught his eye. In her bright hot pink tank top and the tiny scrap of faded denim that she called shorts, she was rather hard to miss.

She had winked at him, biting her plump bottom lip between her teeth and beckoning him over with a crooked finger, nodding her head towards the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. He would have had to be an idiot to refuse such a blatant invitation.

With a salute to his friends that was greeted by a round of eye rolling, Dean had crossed the crowded room to her. The pretty brunette had led him outside to a patio where a few other guys from the football team were hanging out, each of them with at least two girls hanging off their arms, all of whom vying to be the next homecoming queen.

All of them were smoking, the lit ends of their cigarettes bright in the shoddy patio lighting.

He had been smart enough to know that smoking wouldn’t make him cool, that he shouldn’t smoke just to fit in with a people whose names he barely knew. But he had also been young and dumb enough to only be thinking with the head between his legs.

So when the brunette, whose name he later learned was Amy, pulled a white and green box out of her back pocket and offered him a cigarette, he had accepted without a moment of hesitation.

That time, he managed not to double over coughing, muffling the few coughs that did escape his lips by laughing a little too hard at the stupid jokes one of the other guys made. It had been a menthol cigarette, the taste of mint soothing the nausea he felt thanks to the plethora of chemicals he was inhaling.

Amy had seemed impressed. Enough so that she blew him in the bathroom later.

He had started smoking regularly after that, at least socially. He would accept a cigarette whenever someone at a party or a bar offered him one, telling himself that it would be rude to refuse.

Women seemed to like it, along with a few guys. They told him it made him seem more mysterious, more mature.

Personally, he had to agree. He thought it gave him a bit of a James Dean quality. Especially when he wore his leather jacket.

He started carrying gum and breath mints around wherever he went, for both his own benefit and others. He didn’t imagine it was all that enjoyable to kiss someone who tasted like an ashtray.

Unfortunately, he had to hide his smoking from his family. At least until he was old enough to buy us own cigarettes and by then, he was a bona fide smoker.

He smoked between classes while in college, attending the University of Kansas for automotive technologies. He always made sure he could sneak out for a smoke break every few hours at work.

When he moved into his own apartment, he was able to smoke freely, not having to worry about the smoke bothering anyone.

The only place he drew the line was his car. His baby deserved better than the stench of nicotine and tobacco that lingered when he smoked, that soaked into every fiber of his clothing.

His mother had been beside herself when she found out. Not a second later, she had launched into a lecture that Dean already knew by heart, detailing the horrible effects of smoking. Meanwhile, his dad had just looked impossibly guilty, more disappointed in himself than in Dean.

Yet while they both clearly disapproved of his smoking, along with Sam, they accepted that they couldn’t make him stop smoking. He doubted that anything could.

He didn’t think he would ever find a good reason to quit. Until he met Castiel Novak.

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Thiam Playlist

Theo Raeken X Liam Dunbar

Originally posted by vxidability-nolan

Spotify link (x)

Songs

True Love by P!nk (ft. Lily Allen)

At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck / You’re an asshole, but I love you / I really hate you, so much I think it must be true love

Unhealthy Obsession by the Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

You’ve got those eyes that drive me crazy and I’ve got eyes to watch you sleep / you just don’t know it yet but you love me and I love you the same

Do Me a Favour by Arctic Monkeys

Do me a favour and break my nose / Do me a favour and ask if you need some help

Hurricane by Bridget Mendler

Boarding up the windows, locking up my heart / every time he smiles I let him in again

I Found by Amber Run

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, right in front of me

Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

And you, overthink, always speak critically. I should know that you’re no good for me / We fight we break up, we kiss we make up

Nicotine by Panic! At the Disco

I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you, so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do, yeah you’re worse than nicotine

The Good, the Bad and the Dirty by Panic! At the Disco

If you’re gonna start a fight, you better throw the first punch, make it a good one

Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez

I’m nuts baby, I’m mad, the craziest friend you’ve ever had / You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone, so what if I’m crazy? The best people are

No Interruption by Hoodie Allen

I’ll give it to you no interruption. In your home, in your home, on the phone, on the phone, all alone, all alone, I’ll give it to you no interruption

Fools by Troy Sivan

Only fools fall for you, only fools
only fools do what I do, only
fools fall

Every Breath You Take by The Police

Every step you take I’ll be watching you / oh can’t you see? You belong to me

Nicotine M.C

warning: smut

word count: 3000+

song: Nicotine by Panic! At the Disco

I really like how this one turned out. I tried writing it a bit differently so instead of writing it just in 1st person I did a mixture of 3rd and 1st, I felt like it would’ve turned out better like that. Hope you like it @miastxy ! x

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I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Just one more hit and then we’re through
‘Cause you could never love me back
Cut every tie I have to you
'Cause your love’s a fucking drag
But I need it so bad
Your love’s a fucking drag
But I need it so bad

Yeah, you’re worse than nicotine, nicotine

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the signs as panic! at the disco lyrics that spoke to their soul

aries: it’s better to burn than fade away // nicotine 

taurus: i know it’s sad that i never gave a damn about the weather / and it never gave a damn about me // do you know what i’m seeing? 

gemini: your love’s a fucking drag / but i need it so bad // nicotine

cancer: nothing really mattered except for me to be with you // folkin’ around

leo: if i ever leave i could learn to miss you // trade mistakes

virgo: she’s the smoke / she’s dancin’ fancy pirouettes / swan diving off of the deep end / of my tragic cigarette // the piano knows something i don’t know 

libra: you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gonna burn // crazy=genius

scorpio: ever since we met / i only shoot up with your perfume / it’s the only thing / that makes me feel as good as you do // nearly witches

sagittarius: take a chance / take your shoes off / dance in the rain // i have friends in holy spaces

capricorn: but who could love me? / i am out of my mind // she had the world

aquarius: truth be told i never was yours // this is gospel

pisces: for diamonds to appear to be / just like broken glass to me // northern downpour

Nicotine

(I taste you on my lips and I can get rid of youuuuuu. yEAH UR WORSE THAN NICOTINE)

(lmao do you get it. NICOtine. I’m fucking trash bye)

(this has nothing to do with cigarettes or drugs and whatever. I guess Y/N is as addicted to Nico as some people are addicted to cigarettes)

ask : I know this isn’t specific, but can you do some Nico fluff of some sort please ?

fuck yeah I can do some Nico fluff. Everyone could use some Nico fluff. If you don’t want some Nico fluff you don’t have a fucking soul and I’m sorry.

warning : fLUFF ABOUTA FUCK Y'ALL UP MY GUY(also there’s like two swears in this like who am I ? A saint ?)

You groaned, finding yourself up once again at the early time of 3:26 am. Finding your footing in (g/p)’s cabin, you paced back and forth beside your bed, fingers gliding across the sheets you slept in. A cold sweat began to settle on you from the nightmare, and you shivered in the darkness of your cabin.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t sleep. Climbing back into your bed, your fingers found the pendant your boyfriend, Nico, gave to you not too long ago. You sighed peacefully. Heart hammering in your chest, you rose again, slipping on a pair of sneakers and one of your sibling’s hoodies.

Were you going to risk getting scratched alive by the harpies? You grabbed your dagger just incase, tucking into the pocket of the hoodie. Making it to the back window, you opened up the latch, a soft squeak coming from the metal.

“Fuck-” You grumbled, turning around. Someone stirred, but there was nothing more. Pushing the window out, you climbed out, landing on your feet, and you closed the window once more. Realizing you were close to Nico’s cabin, you made your way there, pausing and holding your breath as a harpy passed by. Rushing to the back of another cabin, you collided with someone, a faint smack echoing slightly.

“Y/N!” Annabeth hissed, and you waved sheepishly, before helping her back to her feet. She dusted herself off, her storm grey eyes focusing on you. “Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, and you nodded in response.

“Nico’s.” Was all you said, pointing your finger towards the direction of the Ghost King’s cabin. Annabeth shot you a smile.

“Percy’s.” She responded, and after exchanging good lucks, both of you went on your way. Trying to shake the memory of your nightmare, you ended up behind Cabin 13. Reaching up, your fingers looped around the latch of the back window, and you pulled, tugging it open. A soft creak escaped the metal, and you froze.

Finally realizing that the coast was clear, you hoisted yourself up and into Nico’s cabin, falling not so gracefully onto the hard, wooden floor. It wasn’t long until Nico had the tip of his sword digging into your neck. “Neeks! It’s me! Fucking Tartarus, it’s me!” You whispered, heart racing in your chest. In the faint light coming from the moon, you saw Nico cock his head slightly, obviously tired.

“Y/N?” He asked, and you frantically nodded, pushing the point of his sword away. “How’d you get here-Why are you here?” Nico rubbed his eye lazily, his hair messier than usual, and he tugged down on his oversized black t-shirt.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I snuck out to come see you.” You whispered, realizing how sheepish you sound. You stared at your feet for a while, before looking up. In a hushed whisper, you spoke softly, “I had a horrible nightmare. Can I sleep with you?”

You expected a quick no, or an awkward silence to fill the room. Nico isn’t an affectionate person, and you respected that, but you couldn’t help but wonder if this simple request was too much for the son of Hades. Hell, he barely kissed your cheek when people were around.

“Yeah, c'mon.” Turning on his heel, he beckoned you to follow him towards his huge bed. Slightly giddy inside, you kicked off your shoes, and tugged off the hoodie, tossing both aside as you followed your boyfriend. Crawling into the bed beside him, you gave him his space, content with the fact that you guys were in the same presence.

“Y/N-” Grabbing your arm, Nico pulled you swiftly into his embrace, holding your waist as his forehead pressed up against the back of your neck. A gasp of shock escaped your lips, and Nico pulled you closer, your back against his chest. “Are you alright?” He asked, his hands finding yours and he rested his on top of yours, effortlessly finding the space between your fingers.

“Um, yeah. I just-” You stoped, as you felt Nico’s face get hot against your neck. Feeling him go to pull away, you frowned, turning in his embrace. Grasping the front of his t-shirt, you tugged him back, pressing your lips against his. Nico gasped against your lips, before sinking into the kiss. Soft and sweet, you both pulled away, and you smiled.

Your fingers found their way to Nico’s hair, and they played with the hair on the nape of his neck, and you closed your eyes. “I love you, you know that, right?” You mumbled, half asleep. Resting your forehead against his, he could help but crack a soft, small smile.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Nico muttered, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks. You let out a breath of relief, pulling back and laying down once more.

“Okay, good. If you didn’t there were going to be some serious issues, Di Angelo.” You yawned, pulling the blanket up around you. Despite it being the middle of summer, it was still cold in Cabin 13. Nico snorted in amusement, laying beside you.

“Not like I couldn’t handle them.” Nico muttered lowly, pulling you close once more. Rolling your eyes, you glared at the son of Hades, who shot you a surprised look. “Not that, I would never think of leaving you, well, I-” Nico stuttered, turning considerably red as his sentence went on.

“I get it Neeks.” You chuckled, closing your eyes once more. “Now go to bed, it’s like four in the morning.” You scolded playfully, before burying yourself in his arms. Feeling safe and sound in Nico’s arms, you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

(is this even a good ending guys comment and tell me how this is bc am I doing this imagines thing right)

- nez !!!