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the bellesco version of the turtle scene in conclave

Mark knows what it’s like to be haunted.  Voices, shadows, figures, always out of reach but he can feel their presence pressing into him. A flash of blond hair in the grocery line or a British accent just the specific tone of condescending walking past him. A sweet voice waking him up, a kiss lingering on his cheek.  There’s always someone insisting to be remembered.  But of all of the spectres of Mark’s life, there’s one that he wishes would haunt him. 

fic posted! link

of course i had to write something for the deadwife!oscar montage @whatincornation has been cooking up, oscmark has such good potential im sick that i haven't been here earlier

gold rush by gamerring (me!)

All his life, Jake Seresin has wanted to live his life as loud as possible. So that when he dies, people can place flowers on his casket. When the light hits him, sunbaked and smiling and grinning. He's whole and happy and everything he could ever want. He bites down on his teeth. Later, he hunches over the porcelain, petals falling out of his mouth, and is already one step in his grave. - Flowers, fighter pilots and the true fatality of your feelings spilling out.

measure for measure by me (gamerring)

Buck wants to do his wedding right. Bucky wants to do right by him. But also: Bucky wants Buck to be happy. Buck wants Bucky to be happy. And that is a little more difficult to get done.

= post-canon, bucky pov, angst, completed!