stucky and all the kisses!!! but seriously, either the angry or drunk or war's end kiss (but don't make me cry because i've been up all night and am already crying) :**
Kiss Meme! Send me a type of kiss and a pairing and Iâll write something! http://wolfandstar.tumblr.com/post/122942972347/kiss-meme
Steve rarely drank though it wouldnât have mattered if he did. It barely had an effect on him. Bucky however, often favoured a few bottles on a good night. Tonight was no different as they celebrated a particularly successful mission. Steve set his drink down, letting the sounds of celebration and laughter hit his ears. It was a welcome sound after so many cries of pain and gunpowder, his own right hand man cheering along with the other men. The blonde super soldier smiled to himself.âYou shoe-should have sum...some.â Bucky slurred out, a large grin plastered on his face as his drink sloshed around in the near empty glass. The brunette attempted to  pat the larger man on the shoulder but slipped forward into his chest instead, large arms wrapping around him to stop him from hitting the floor.âCareful Bucky, youâre a little unsteady.â He felt Steveâs laugh reverberate through his chest. It was comforting in a way that he couldnât explain. Might have been because he was drunk, might have been feelings he couldnât comprehend yet but that smile was so enigmatic. âLet me help yo-â He was cut off mid sentence by warm, sloppy lips pressed up against his own. His heart pounded in his chest as he sat there, dumbfounded before he clutched his shirt and deepened the kiss.The kiss lingered for a few moments before Bucky pulled back, giggling. Steve smiled slightly, wondering if his friend would even remember this in the morning. Whether he did or not, Steve would never forget it.(hope that wasnât too long!!)9. Warâs End Kiss
The sound of the trumpets faded out, the crowd beginning to disperse from the rows and rows of unnamed white gravestones. Two men lingered far longer than the rest, even as the media crews left, another remembrance day complete. The blonde set flowers down on the nearest grave before smiling sadly, remembering days long past. The man beside him watched, his metal arm hanging uselessly beside him, the other side wrought with tension. âBucky...are you alright?â Steve came to his side, concern written on his face. The brunette dropped to his knees, a silent sob wracking his body. He sunk to the knees to join his companion. âBucky, itâs alright.â They had finally ended the war in his mind, his memories recovered. From here on out, they could rebuild their friendship, acclimate Bucky to the modern world but the most important part was that they were going to do it together.âSteve...â He leaned lower to hear him better, a hand on his waist. Physical connection made Bucky feel better, heâd learned that nearly a year ago, it was the one thing that brought him back. The brunette tilted his head up, capturing Steveâs lips in a chaste kiss. Bucky may have been bad with words but that kiss communicated everything that needed to be said. There was hope in the connection, hope and promise. While war would always rage on, their war was finally done.
(Hope these are okay! Iâm a bit rusty!!)
