big cigarette

His hands shook,
as he lit his last cigarette.
With a sigh he pulled it from his lips,
like detangling limbs from a sleeping lover.

Fuck,
It still gave him a rush,
more then she ever did.


He laughed, bitterly
cold winds cut through his jacket.


He leaned,
shivering against the brick of the bar,
and acted like he didn’t  miss the way she smelled.


Or how she smiled in the night,
as she lay above him.
Strips of  moonlight peering through blinds
cutting stripes across her naked flesh.


He missed how she shined,
more then the burning butt of his cigarette ever did.


He lets the smoke sit in his lungs and choke him.
It’s acrid taste wipes away the memory of her
lips pressed against his.


He tried to drown his emptiness,
through drugs, drink,
shitty nights with cheap whores,
by fucking up every aspect of his life.


Nothing could ever rival,
the feel of her hand in his.
Her skin against his flesh,
as they twisted in the night.


Her ravenous love
and the way it ate him up inside.


The flames lick at his cigarette,
fire consumes paper flesh
She eats his heart in one bite.
Her soul resides in his calloused hands.


He ground it out against his skin,
like the way her heart snuffed out the spark  in his.


He went up in flames
consumed by fragile love.

—  oh me, oh my, oh ephemeral youth
I’m Yours (Bucky Barnes)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: 1940′s!Bucky is leaving tomorrow and you’re spending your last moments with him in a dance club.

Warnings: smoking, sad Bucky, a little angst

Word Count: 1440

Audio to the song mentioned: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJkS5kse9EA  (If anyone knows how to add audio to a text post, please tell me!)

Smoke from cigarettes and celebratory cigars curled into the dusky light of the club. The dance floor was littered with soldiers about to ship out and the girls they would be leaving behind.

You smiled as you felt him sidle up behind you, his left hand landing on your waist.

“Miss me sweetheart?” His lips brushed against your ear. James Buchanan Barnes had always been the town catch, but you were the only one to catch him.

“You were gone for three minutes, James.” You knew he loved it when you called him that. You turned around to face him, leaning one elbow on the bar. He had a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth and his hair was mussed up. His uniform jacket had been discarded in some corner a while ago and his sleeves were pushed to his elbows.

“But you still missed me.” He said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in. He took a long drag on the cigarette, his boozy blue eyes still locked with yours. 

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(23/25) Blake and Amy in the documentary Amy from 2015. Amy Winehouse and Blake Fielder. I have been in love with Amy Winehouse since I was a little girl, and when she died I cried for hours. I think Amy and Blake were perfect for each other.

We have a quasi-regular who comes in for lotto scratchers and cigarettes, no big deal. He’s usually okay but he was complaining to me the other day about this other gas station down the road and how they have his deal of like $.03 off each pack of cigarettes if you buy three. That’s pretty cool, we don’t do anything like that. But then this guy starts complaining to me about how he went in the other day he went in and their computer system was being upgraded so that particular discount wasn’t going through. And this guy actually thought I was gonna agree with him when he said ‘if that discounted price is the price they should just give it to you like that!’ And I was literally standing there saying things to the effect of ‘cashiers can’t always override prices’ 'if the discount is in the computer and not on the pack of cigarettes then the display price IS the price…’ as well as, effectively, 'it’s not worth it to us to give you $.03 cents off a pack of cigarettes and risk losing our jobs just because you want special treatment’. He’s usually not too bad but that he just couldn’t get through his head that if the computer can’t do it we cashiers are sure as shit not about to put our jobs on the line so you can get a nicotine fix.