Link – Page 6 – Sharing the Shiny

Echoes In Our Minds, by Cristinuke & Nonymos

Steve Rogers is struck by a persistent headache as the dawn rises over DC.

So are—simultaneously—Natasha Romanov in the Muscovite night, James Barnes in the dull grey of a Berlin afternoon, Tony Stark stumbling out of his Afghan cave, Bruce Banner in the crushing heat of the Nevada desert, Clint Barton squinting up at the Vegas lights, Loki Laufeyson under the Scandinavian sun, and Prince T’Challa amidst the West African rainforest.

Surely it’s nothing but an odd coincidence.

Adult, Sense8!AU. This fic is an amazing trip – all the characters and how they work in this context are completely and utterly compelling. Many pairings, as befits the subject, but mainly Steve/Bucky.

lilies with full hands, by refusals

His body is not his own.

This may not be the first thing they teach him, but it is the first thing he learns.

Adult (for past violence and trauma). This is an intense look at a Bucky who’s struggling to recover from years of abuse and how this affects his relationship with Steve. I honestly mainlined this in one day – it’s dark but seriously compelling.

Twelfth Night, by selfinduced

Dom watches the way Matt’s tongue presses into the inside corner of his mouth as he concentrates on Dom’s sunburn, and something inside him that’s been threatening to break all day, that he’s been holding together with everything he has, that seems to start shaking apart even more whenever anyone is remotely kind, is rising up again. And here is Matthew bloody Daddario, with his kind eyes and capable hands and his wide, luscious mouth, curving like it has no bloody clue how devastating it is all the bloody time.

Adult. This is my favourite Sherdario thing ever. Just… the dialogue, the interactions, the sexiness, it’s all so perfect!

On the Same Page – blarkeontheark – The Good Place (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

saltyshellstrop:

i actually did it, i actually wrote a tgp fic, what am i doing

This is perfectly in character and adorable.

that’s just how we live in my genre, by achilleees

Hey man – it’s a two bedroom flat, utilities + cable are included in the cost, I’m a dude, there’s no catch. My last roommate wasn’t cool with my job (gay-for-pay porn star) so he ditched, thus the ‘no douchebags’ clause. If you’re that kind of asshole, respond with some homophobic slurs just so I know what I’m getting into. If you’re not, lemme know when you can come by so I can show you the digs. – Raleigh

Explicit, porn star!AU. This had me in stitches from start to finish. Plus it’s insanely hot.

we carry our lives around in our memories, by biblionerd07

James doesn’t remember why he has a metal arm. The doctors say he had an accident and has brain damage. Sometimes he wishes he could remember. But every morning he gets to eat breakfast with his friend Steve, so it’s not so bad. James thinks he and Steve might be dating, kind of. It’s alright if he doesn’t remember everything. Steve doesn’t mind.

Teen, canon-divergence. This is such a fascinating idea, and incredibly well written. We’re with Bucky every step of the way, and it hurts, but in a good way.

7 Magpies, by ester_inc

It would work. The machine, the plan, everything. The Night Room was so close Cole could almost taste it, death and decay at the back of his tongue.

Tomorrow, thirty years ago, in a world where lions born in a zoo would never see the world outside their cage, some better version of Cole would tell Ramse I told you so, and neither of them would know how right he was.

Teen, canon divergence. Cole gets sent on a little detour and finds out a secret.

The birds and the bees, by MidKnight2501

Sex is weird in the past.

Adult, mentions of Cole/Ramse. This is a delight to read for all the differences Cole discovers about sexual relations in the past and future.

Folie à Deux, by cloud_wolfbane

The look Bucky gives him isn’t fear, it isn’t blame -even though it’s Steve’s fault- it’s resigned. He tries to reach out again, fingers grasping, but the last of the metal gives out and he tumbles off into the abyss.

Steve doesn’t hesitate. He launches himself after him. The wind deafens him, beats against his face and blinds him, but he streamlines his arms and legs, propelling himself after his friend.

Explicit for violence and torture. There are two Winter Soldiers. This is intense and painful, partly from Steve/Soldaty’s POV, partly from Natasha’s.

Video Games,by Kyra

She watches the tape. Obviously. Yeah, she’s working on becoming a better person, but come on. She’s taken her share of dirty selfies, but somehow never actually made a sex tape. So she’s curious. And a longtime horndog. So sue her.

Mature, post-2×03. I’ve fallen in love with this show, and with Eleanor and Chidi’s relationship. This fic satisfies my need for *more* of them perfectly.