Ciggarettes Stories

(You don't have to play or watch Sally Face to read this, but I recommend it) [Class Of 09 X Sally Face! Reader] ____________________________________________ Maybe it was after the funeral. Maybe it was after the accident. No...it didn't matter anymore...well, it did but that's besides the point... You just wanted to spend your teenage years in normalcy... God, you wish Mom was here... ____________________________________________ Nicole had spent most of her life treating kindness like a scam. Her teenage years so far have been surrounded by men who wanted something from her... attention... validation... Her body... By now, cynicism came as naturally as breathing. But when you started appearing more regularly in her daily routine, it should've been easy to write you off like everyone else. The boy in the prosthetic mask that would hang out with Jecka and almost everyone else she hung out with You weren't nice in a superficial or overly pretentious way, which made you stand out in a good way. You were just there. Quietly and patiently there...and kind of awkward Nicole hated how hard that was to ignore. ____________________________________________

It was a miracle Ivelisse (Ivy) Williams hadn't been expelled, in fact, she would argue it was a miracle she had even made it this far. It was rumored by most of the student populace that she only consumed monster and cigarettes, and if sarcasm was an Olympic sport...Ivy wouldn't require an education at all. (Not that she really acquired one, preferring instead to sleep through most of her classes, or, on a good day, simply ignore the professors entirely.) Vivian L'monage didn't want to be a teacher. She had a family empire to run, and barely tolerated being a university professor - 20 whatever year old's were bad enough. She had taken the open position of Literature professor at Oakwood High for the sole reason that the headmistress was an old acquaintance she owed a favour, and planned to be out the minute the school found someone else for the position. Finally in her last year of school... Ivy Williams would rather die than be controlled. Vivienne L'monage, determined to create a class of elite academics, refuses accept anything less than complete obedience.

Lana csak túl akarta élni a nyarat. A szakítás Adriánnal darabokra törte. Az éjszakák összemosódtak cigarettafüsttel, neonfényekkel és túl hangos zenével, miközben a barátnői kétségbeesetten próbálták visszahozni önmagához. De Adrián nem tudta elengedni őt. És nem ő volt az egyetlen. Valaki már évek óta figyelte Lanát a háttérből. Valaki, aki minden apró részletre emlékszik vele kapcsolatban. Aki tudja, mikor sír. Mikor fél. Mikor van egyedül. Raven szerint ez szerelem. Amikor Lana egy nyári éjszakán beszáll a fekete autóba, még nem sejti, hogy attól a pillanattól kezdve az egész élete megváltozik. Mert vannak emberek, akik nem tudnak elengedni. És vannak, akik soha nem is akartak.

"I'm feeling depresso" "Depresso" Brendon questions his lips quirk "Yes depresso the feeling you get when you run out of coffee" "Ryan your flipping addicted" "I know" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Brendon life is like a cigarette" I start "Oh really" he says taking another drag from his own "Yeah, the past is ashes, the present is burning and the future is up in smoke. Fast as an breath; inhale exhale " "I see" he mutters Started: 21/07/16 Finished: 5/12/16

It's not easy, being me. But, is it even easy being anyone? Life is so full of worry. Will my dog die? Will the stocks decline? Will I crash my car? Will these people pay me to sleep with them? Will I die? No one ever stops worrying, is it a human thing to naturally worry or do we worry because of humans? Is it only a selective few of humans that worry or is it all of them? I know, a lot of questions, but on the streets you have plenty of time to think of a million answers for each of them.

"Once a being has been named, it has power. Be sure to take care of yours. I'd know how important it is, because I lost mine." Joshua is always fretting over the "what ifs" in life, but never trusts his gut feeling because it's always wrong... at least until one summer afternoon when he, his friend Markl and cousin have nothing to do and dare each other to go touch the door of the house on the end of the street. The house everyone hated. For the first time, Joshua and Markl are at a loss to do when the strange little girl Alice forces them into playing a very dangerous game if they want Sharon back. But they're not the only victims. There are others forced into games, some knowing they're playing and others not, but they all have their own goals. The only question is if Alice is prepared to give them a winning chance.

In which: grief is like the ocean, it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm and sometimes it's overwhelming. All you can do is learn to swim. Or in which: Duff has never felt loneliness so crushing. Adjusting to an empty bed, an empty house, is soul sucking and heart crushing. It is a pain unlike any other. Everything he sees and hears is a reminder of what he lost. It is an anguish fueled, panic ridden, never ending nightmare. --- "Should I be allowed to move on?" "Of course you should." "Then why can't I? Why is it so fucking hard?" "Because love doesn't end when life does." --- Started: July 8, 2020

The boy hands the other a lollipop. 彡 "Maybe that'll sweeten that bitter attitude of his." in which jungkook is addicted to cigarettes and taehyung just wants to help. ----- vkook彡 ©LUSHMIN

He hated himself. She saw him anyway. Arno is fifteen, and already drowning in silence. Cigarettes. Motorcycles. Sleepless nights. Dreams that feel more real than life itself-especially the one where a faceless girl keeps asking him, "Are you okay?" His answer is always the same: "I hate me." Then he meets Mikayla. First through meaningless Snapchat selfies. Then through quiet texts that turn into late-night confessions. And slowly, something begins to shift. The girl in his dreams starts to look like her. The words in his mouth start to change. But healing isn't simple. There are breakdowns. Distance. Fights. And two broken people trying to hold each other without falling apart. This is a story about depression, self-hatred, soft love, and staying even when it's hard. Sometimes the dream isn't what saves you. It's the person who shows up when you wake

"IN YOUR DREAMS PRETTY BOY" "PRINCESS, I'VE DREAMT ABOUT YOU EVERY NIGHT SINCE THE DAY I MET YOU" | in which two broken teenagers find love among one another's company ||| I do not own Stranger Things.

You smoke a cigarette with Butcher whilst the rest of the boys tease you for your lack of romantic subtlety

im gay (*aromantic*)

Can't see. Can't dream. Can't sleep, so I'm not going to breathe.

-... The music was deafening. Already a bit dazed and drunk I looked around and looked for him. He said he would only go to the bathroom for a moment and that he would be right back! Jefrey couldn't be relied on either ... he was probably making out with some girl with daddyissues again from Florida or something. I had to smile and let him know this moment. I also wanted to have fun, I mean just standing around helplessly at a festival wasn't my thing. So I unpacked my cigarette pack, looked around and the cigarette fell out of my hand. I swore briefly and bent to pick it up. I was bumped into and cursed even more, but my thoughts were only on those beautiful eyes cursed and turned away from the deep and beautiful green eyes that were still staring at me. She was so lovely, so hot and so helpless like me ...-

Why is it that Ran's dad doesn't ask her to go out and buy a few certain items like she did earlier in the Anime and Manga? Disclaimer - I don't own Detective Conan. Original publication date 11-23-09.

She's addicted to coffee because it keeps her awake and in a daze, away from reality. He's addicted to cigarettes because it soothes him unlike anything else can. So what happens when they cross paths unexpectedly, and one falls for the other quickly and aggressively? All Rights Reserved. [highest ranking: short story #160]

Matt and Mello escape from their disasters and escaped deaths grasps. Finding a new place would be ruff, but it came quicker than expected. though it cam with a price of their new boss, or as they would put it, a Nuisance. uhh working on another fanfic atm, I feel like writing a Matt fanfic again idk why, but Kaido will be updated now that I feel a little better. NONE OF THE ART BELONGS TO ME I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY, BESIDES MY OWN. all credits to the artists who make the art, ilysm.

This is a Rosaria fic that I wrote quite a while ago back when she was first released. It was published on my AO3 but I figured I'd bring it here for the Wattpad Genshin fans :)

Scarlett, an admitted drug addict, is struggling to make ends met, not to mention paying for her growing addiction. Just when she starts to believe that she's never going to be able to beat her addiction, she meets Austin. A guy with a bite- literally. And then, as if Scarlett doesn't have enough to worry about; Austin kidnaps her, like something out of a B-rated action movie. But there's more to Austin, than what meets the eye, and Scarlett's determined to figure it out... After she finds out where her next fix is coming from anyway. Can Austin possibly fix the hole in her heart, the one she tries so desperately to fill with her pills? Can Scarlett accept Austin for who he is, or rather what he is? Or are their secrets so strong, not even true love can keep them together? this is a werewolf story like you've probably never read before, with crazy plot twists, and heart-breakingly dramatic scenes, it'll have you begging (no pun intended) for more. Okay guys this is my first story; sorry if it sucks!

Nous étions dans ce pub À flâner entre le Billard Et la Tireuse à bière Dans des allers-retours incessants Et la vie semblait se contenter de La taille d'une queue Et la la vie semblait tenir dans Un verre de cinquante centilitres Et c'était Agréable.