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“3 out of 10 stars,” Bucky says, loud enough to be heard over the music and the crowd in this bar Sam picked out for them.

“Bullshit!” Sam shouts, but he’s smiling, drunk already on two vividly colored cocktails, the sweat on his forehead glistening in the neon lights of the karaoke lounge. “That was the best rendition of ‘Umbrella’ by Rihanna you’ve ever heard in your life! Did I lose points for missing the dumbass Jay-Z verse at the beginning? Because I don’t even know why they included that!”

He can feel himself grinning too, enjoying how seriously Sam takes the clearly made up points system. “It’s part of the song, Sam!”

“Whatever, I’d like to see you do better,” he says, huffy for only a second before his expression brightens again. “In fact, for you, I’m thinking classic Britney!”

since feeling is first by queenklu - wincest, curtain!fic (fixing up an old house! my fav), Sam dealing with hell memories after getting his soul back

Thank you, dear!

was blind but now (i see) by queenklu

The discombobulation of it all! ___ In which being discorporated is a little more disorienting that either of them expect.

Dating Lark by queenklu

Johnlock Love Letters #1691

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Peggy Carter Additional Tags: Antiques roadshow, Depression, dealing with your feelings, pbs, Podfic, Podfic Length: 2-2.5 Hours, Audio Format: MP3 Summary:

“Sam told me you were watching Antiques Roadshow,” Natasha says, shaking out her hair. “I assumed it was a national emergency.”

Story by queenklu 

I just listened to this podfic tonight and oh my heart. The story is amazing, the reading is amazing. It was amazing. 

The worst part–in a fucking bucket of terrible things about that garbage ‘stache–is how clearly you can see the goddamn tape holding it to his face IN 99% OF SHOTS

M. When it rains/snows/storms.

Winter is harsh in the northern states, more so than Newt had expected. London is further from the equator, but it tends toward a more temperate climate. When winter comes to New York, it comes with heavy snowfall and frozen rivers. By themselves, these are no challenges for wizards. Newt could apparate himself anywhere he chose if the need arose. As it is, the weather is just an excuse to stay where he is.

There's a roaring fireplace warming Newt all over as he crawls across the rug to meet his lovers. Percival's apartment is large, the rooms spacious enough even without all the furniture pushed to the walls so that they could build their little nest. Blankets cushion against the roughness of the rug. Pillows ring around them like a wall to ward off the world.

Newt kisses his way up Credence's bare back, lipping at the scars and the knobs of his spine until he reaches Credence's neck and the hand that covers it. Percival hums a greeting as Newt takes his fingers into his mouth, and he rubs his fingertips against the press of Newt's tongue like he's testing its give. Even without the fire, the three of them are plenty warm enough, wrapped naked around each other as pleasure wanes and crests like waves between them.

Outside, the storm rages on, but Newt pays it no mind as he presses inside the wet clutch of Credence's body and seeks out the heavy, drugging kisses that Percival deigns to provide. Later, he'll worry about how he's going to get back to London, but with these two in New York, he wonders if he'll ever feel the urge to leave.

I believe I found it, dear!

was blind but now (i see) by queenklu

The discombobulation of it all!

___

In which being discorporated is a little more disorienting that either of them expect.