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Marvel's Spider-Man 2 - Story Trailer

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 will launch for PlayStation 5 on October 20, 2023.

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San Diego Comic-Con has always been one of the most exciting times for Marvel fans. We had an amazing time in 2018 with the original Marvel’s Spider-Man, and we were thrilled to make a return trip to Hall H today to talk about Marvel’s Spider-Man 2. For those of you who couldn’t join us—here’s a recap of what happened!

We wanted to start the panel off with a bang, debuting our brand-new Story Trailer. Take a look!

The trailer sets up our story in the game while also giving you your first full look at the monstrous Venom in Marvel’s New York! Here’s Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 senior narrative director Jon Paquette to offer a deeper look:

“At the beginning of our story, our Spider-Men are at the top of their game,” said Paquette. “But both Peter Parker and Miles Morales are struggling with their personal lives. Miles is trying to find time to write his college entrance essay, but he keeps procrastinating and focusing on Spider-Work instead. Meanwhile, Peter is underwater on payments for Aunt May’s house, but he can’t sell, it means too much to him. And just like Miles, Peter tries (and fails) to find balance with so many responsibilities. MJ wants to help Pete with the mortgage, but her job is on the line now that J. Jonah Jameson is back at the Bugle and looking to clean house. Our heroes have arrived at a confluence of crossroads, with uncertain futures, and some tough decisions ahead.”

When Kraven’s hunters arrive in the city, it sets off a mystery of why they are there and who, and what, they are hunting. But as the Spider-Men and MJ dig deeper into Kraven’s motivations, the symbiote begins to threaten Marvel’s New York and everyone and everything they hold dear.

As many of you noticed in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2‘s Gameplay Trailer from the PlayStation Showcase in May, Peter’s new Black Suit affected his personality and gives him new, powerful symbiote abilities. You see bits of that in this trailer as well, and you can see Peter’s symbiote powers tax his relationships with Miles, MJ, and Harry.

(Spoilers for 2018’s Marvel’s Spider-Man ahead!) Given how much Miles Morales looks up to Peter for mentorship and guidance, this creates further problems. Beyond trying to figure out what’s next for his life, Miles continues to struggle with the death of his father at the hands of Martin Li, aka Mister Negative. As you saw from the trailer, you haven’t seen the last of Mister Negative.

We asked senior creative director Bryan Intihar about some of the new abilities that players will get to use in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2:

“We’ve always thought of our Spider-Heroes as ‘acrobatic improvisors,’ and in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2, we wanted to equip them with new ways to do so during combat,” said Intihar. “This includes Pete’s Spider-Arms and Symbiote powers, while Miles now brings two forms of bioelectric Venom to every fight. And when you start combining these abilities with all-new Spider-Gadgets like the Web Grabber, it can lead to some exciting combos.”

This trailer also provided some new looks at our expanded Marvel’s New York. Now, you’ll be able to swing across the East River and explore Brooklyn and Queens. Coney Island makes its debut as well in the trailer and we can’t wait for you to explore it! And one way you can explore is with the Web Wings! Let’s hear more from Senior Game Director Ryan Smith:

“We are really excited for people to try out the Web Wings,” says Smith. “For us it was a cool opportunity to bring something people have seen in comics and movies and integrate it in the game. Swinging is the core of our Spider-Man traversal, so we designed the Web Wings to work with swinging and complement it. That way you can weave back and forth between the two to build up speed and height. When you use the Web Wings with our wind tunnels, though, that’s one of the ways to go across the city super-fast and really push the speed of traversal, which was one of our goals. Thanks to the power and speed of the PlayStation 5, Web Wings, add another layer to our traversal system and change up how you look at getting around the different parts of the city.”

With the reveal of Venom we thought it only appropriate to bring out our Collector’s Edition Statue for the first time and show it to the crowd.

If you still haven’t pre-ordered yours, be sure to check with PlayStation Direct or, in countries that aren’t serviced by Direct, your local retailer!

We asked both Bryan and Jon about bringing such an iconic Marvel character like Venom to life in Marvel’s Spider-Man 2.

“Our philosophy has always been that we want to respect the history of the franchise and the Spider-Man DNA, but also not be afraid to mix things up,” said Intihar. “The same holds true for one of its iconic characters, Venom. While the look of the character and several of his powers/abilities should be familiar to fans, this will be a unique Venom story that we are excited for everyone to experience this October.”

“When we decided to craft a Venom story, we knew we’d be making a bit of a tone shift. The best symbiote stories serve as an allegory: We all have darkness inside of us– but what would happen if we let it take over? With the introduction of the symbiote into our franchise, our heroes are forced to battle darkness, in all its forms,” added Paquette. “We wanted to see them change, both inside and outside, and feel the effect it has on those around them. And when Venom takes control, they face the real danger that they could lose themselves, and their loved ones, forever.”

Venom was brought to life by the sensational actor Tony Todd. We’ve long admired Tony and were so grateful to work with him to play Venom. His voice work brings to life Insomniac’s new monstrous design for the character—and Senior Art Director Jacinda Chew explains more:

“Our Venom was inspired by the comics, but there have been so many interpretations that it was fun to pick and choose what fits the game,” said Chew. “He has a unique take on the white spider icon and has the anatomy of a human. He also has powerful tendril attacks that can take many forms. It was challenging to find the right balance between liquid and solid in Venom’s materials as going too watery makes him look weak and going too solid can quickly turn him into a tentacle monster. Venom must look both powerful and semi liquid at the same time.”

We had some other fun news to share from San Diego Comic-Con. We are thrilled to work with one of my favorite poster artists, Tomer Hanuka, along with Marvel Games and Mondo, to produce a brand-new Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 poster for San Diego Comic-Con. The poster depicts Venom battling our Spider-Men in Tomer’s signature art style. While the variant screen print’s sale (Edition of 215) is limited to Mondo’s Booth (Booth 5137) at the event, Mondo has a Timed Edition screen print on sale on their website! It’s available from now until Sunday, July 23 at 9:59pm PT and they will print one for everyone who places an order. There’s also a special Promo Edition lithograph that the developers and voice actors will be signing at the Marvel Booth (Booth #2329) on Thursday, July 20.

We also discussed another collaboration with Mondo to release a vinyl soundtrack of the game’s amazing score from composer John Paesano. Kris Anka graces the vinyl with his incredible art which is currently in development. Starting today you’ll be able to pre-order the vinyl from Mondo’s website.

Limited Edition PlayStation 5 Bundle and DualSense Wireless Controller

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Finally—we had one last big announcement to make and it’s one you’ve all been waiting for!

That’s right! Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 will be featured on custom PlayStation 5 hardware. The PlayStation 5 Console – Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 Limited Edition Bundle has a custom PlayStation 5 console cover design with the symbiote closing in on our White Spider icon. Additionally, a matching DualSense wireless controller is included which again shows the symbiote threat creeping across the entire controller! The bundle also includes a voucher for a digital copy of the game.

And you’ll be thrilled to know that for those who already own a PlayStation 5 console, you’ll also be able to purchase these Limited Edition items separately as individual products if you want. For those of you who have a PlayStation 5 console with a disc drive, you can purchase the PlayStation 5 Console Covers – Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 Limited Edition. If you own a PlayStation 5 Digital Edition, you can purchase the PlayStation 5 Digital Edition Console Covers – Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 Limited Edition. And finally, you will also be able to purchase the DualSense wireless controller – Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 Limited Edition separately, as well.

We’re very excited to announce that the Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 Limited Edition Bundle, PlayStation 5 console covers, PlayStation 5 Digital Edition covers, and DualSense wireless controller will release on September 1. Pre-orders begin on July 28.

For players purchasing the full PlayStation 5 bundle, the included game voucher can be redeemed when Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 releases on October 20. Players who purchase the bundle, which has a voucher for the digital Standard Edition of the game, will also get the same pre-order incentive items available to those who pre-order Marvel’s Spider-Man 2, including an early unlock Arachknight Suit for Peter with three additional color variants, an early unlock Shadow Spider Suit for Miles with three additional color variants, an early unlock Web Grabber gadget, and three skill points.

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year ago

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Stormbringer Crew Incorrect Quotes (Part 3);

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Hannah, reading the isle newspaper: Someone tried to fight a squid at the docs today!

Luke: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Hannah: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Skia: Stop romanticizing the past.

Hannah: How do I deal with my enemies?

John, Facilier's son: Kill them

Hannah: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

John, Facilier's son: Kill them only a little?

Treycor: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Hannah, deadpanned: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Skia, staring dead at him: No.

Luke, dead serious: Mine's two and I definitely can't do it.

River, more serious than anyone's ever seen him: My record is four seconds at most and not at all condensed.

Treycor *face plams*

Darcy, drawing: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!

Treycor, arms crossed: Really? Name one law.

Darcy, staring straight into his eyes after a moment of silence: Don't kill people?

Treycor, pinching the bridge of his nose: That's on me. I set the bar too low.

Amira: …This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?

Hannah: HELP! I TOLD HAUL I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Darcy, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Darcy: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Treycor: *turning to Luke* How tall are you?

John *laughing his ass off*

Storm Bringers and Core four minus Carlos and Remi *arguing and fighting with one another*

Carlos, looking at his younger brother awardly: So, how are Hunter, Ivy, and Diego doing?

Remi: They're fine. You should write more though.

Treycor, gesturing with his hands: having siblings is werid. It's either—

*gesturing to Alex, Darcy, Hadie, Noah, and Skia* "we ride together, we die together... or... "*gestures to Mal* "No officer, I've never seen that woman before in my life. "

Treycor: there is no in-between.

Isaac, Bill Cypher's son: All right, look, here's the deal. I've got a hangover. Who knows what that means?

Evelyn, Ernesto de la Cruz's kid: It means that you're drunk.

Isaac: No, it means I was drunk yesterday.

Parker, Percival McLeach's son, drunk: FUCK YOU!

Hannah and Treycor:....

Hannah: so, should we just leave him in jail or...?

Treycor, dropping him: yep.

*After they get off the isle and meet Haul*

Peachy, Gothel's daughter: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Remi, Cruella's son: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Noah?

Noah, Hades and Persephone's son: Probably “road work ahead”.

Haul, Anna and Kristoff's son: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Luis: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Eduardo: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Josh: I personally was created in a lab.

James: I just straight up spawned lol

Haul: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this *gestures to the crew fighting*

Joy on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Joy on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

Haul: I was voted 'friendliest classmate' in high school.

Joy: I was voted 'most likely to become a clown'…

Amira: You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted 'most likely to get rabies!'

Haul: I'm not that stupid!

Joy: Haul, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Haul: AMIRA TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Tommy: Ducks are better than rabbits.

D.E: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks.

Clever: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey.

D.E: We’re not talking about flavor, Clever!

Clever: Flavor counts!

D.E: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone?

Tiger: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cozier?

D.E: Okay, but-

Tiger: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER?

Clever: Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out!

D.E: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, CLEVER!

Clever: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, D.E!

Tommy: I-Jesus-

Clever: What's two plus two?

Tommy: Math.

Clever: ...I will accept that answer.

Tiger, near tears: Please, D.E, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

Tommy: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

Hannah: STOP!

*Everyone stops*

Hannah: wAiT a MiNuTe-

Clever: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Clever: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

Tiger: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

D.E: You'll never take me alive!

Darcy: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Luke: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Hannah: So that’s my plan.

Darcy: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Hannah: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Darcy: It fucking sucks.

Hannah: That’s not constructive criticism.

Hannah: Favorite horror movie?

Luke: It.

Skia: Saw.

Remi: Annabelle.

Peachy: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Haul: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Hannah: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Haul: Stop.

Haul, to Parker: Hannah likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

Hannah : I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and six of them were today.

Luke: SIX OF THEM?!

Darcy: I feel like doing something stupid.

Luke: I’m stupid, do me.

Hannah: I knew I was gonna regret moving in with you two.

Luke, to Darcy: We had a date!

Luke*aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Rive : What is wrong with you?!

Luke: Loaded question. Elaborate.

Alex : Did you bring Treycor ?

Skia, gesturing to Darcy: No, but I brought the next best thing.

Alex : Darcy? The next best thing would be Noah.

Darcy: I would be offended, but Noah is freakishly adorable.

John: How do tall people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?

Luis: John, it's four o'clock in the morning.

John: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

John, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Luis, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-

Josh*nudges Evelyn at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Evelyn ? Wake up, Evelyn ! Listen! They're sexless!

Evelyn : The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.

Eduardo: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

James: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

Eduardo: Can I have some?

Claudine, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

Ginny: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

Peachy: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Ginny: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

The Gothel twins (Mason and Glenn): Edible.

John: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Hannah: How can you still say that?

John: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Hannah: Haul... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Haul: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

Hannah:

Hannah: I wrote sanitize, Haul.

Noah: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?!

Haul: Anything, honestly, but pirates especially.

Noah, desperately, as Haul bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE!

Haul: Oh! B positive.

Noah: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE!

Haul:..

Luke: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Hannah: you have to be good at lying to be a politician, carrot top.

Luke: Not true! Just look at Beast! He can't lie for shit and his hair is shit but people still listen to him!

Parker: You know how I roll.

Parker: And I’m not talking about that time I fell into a pile of dung at the foot of a hill.

John: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you.

James: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

John: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Hannah: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Josh: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

Evelyn: Josh no—

Evelyn wielding a fork and tired of everyone's shit: Try me bitch—

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themculibrary · 8 months ago

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist 2

part one

Complimentary Colors (ao3) - zenkitty555 stephen/tony 32k

Summary: Tony Stark is learning how to let go and live a little after giving his all for so long. Stephen Strange is still trying to balance all of his duties and find some time for himself. When Tony has to give him some bad news, the two start to realize that they may be able to help one another out in a few different ways.

Compression (ao3) - NamelessDragon bucky/loki 102k

Summary: Bucky's been in Wakanda a while, trying to keep his head down and learn to enjoy life again in the wake of the removal of Hydra's programming.

Then one day he falls down a hole into a secret lab.

Things don't get easier from there.

Dissonance (ao3) - stuckybarnes peter/wade 121k

Summary: Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

Do No Harm (ao3) - AuroraWest, the_genderman loki/stephen 69k

Summary: When Loki stole the Tesseract from the Avengers, he hadn’t been trying to break the universe. Nor had he anticipated a wizard saving his life.

Now, Loki finds himself in the New York Sanctum, helping Stephen Strange hold the universe together—while he himself falls apart. But trouble finds the God of Mischief whether he invites it or not, and good things don’t last for Loki. As his universe crumbles and takes another with it, he’ll be faced with a choice: the greater good or the people he loves.

Halo (ao3) - paxlux loki/tony 35k

Summary: The timeline starts in a fall of glass. There’s a staggering loss of gravity as Tony stares up at the suddenly blue sky.

i'm fine all alone (but its nice to be here with you) (ao3) - soliloquent steve/tony 9k

Summary: “Steve is content with spending the holidays alone. Being alive in a safe world — that was reason enough to be grateful, however fleeting this sense of security might be.

He is more than surprised to learn that Tony plans on spending it alone, too.”

—⎊—

or: Two months after the Battle of Earth, Tony, grappling with post-retirement uncertainty and an identity crisis, invites Steve on a Christmas trip to Jamaica. 🍹

Kingdom Come (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) clint/phil, steve/tony 85k

Summary: Clint can't let go of his guilt, Phil knows something isn't right about his resurrection, and everybody knows Nick Fury lies.

There's an epic love story in there somewhere, if only Clint and Phil could look up from their wallowing and see what they have right in front of their eyes.

Hawkguy-616-MCU mash up. Beware the continuity.

Revenant (ao3).- stele3 steve/bucky 73k

Summary: Post-movie AU in which Bucky didn’t just leave Steve on a river bank...he took him.

Rock Me Gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter 479k

Summary: “She is our--She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just--out of sync at the moment.”

Take Me Home (ao3) - dabblingwithwords steve/bucky, pepper/tony 78k

Summary: “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.

Terrible Idea (ao3) - MountainRose, szzzt steve/tony 55k

Summary: Steve and Tony get captured by AIM. Steve can handle bad wine and worse monologuing, but when he gets back to the cell, Tony's not quite how he left him.

It doesn't slow them down much.

The Contract (ao3) - Laily loki/stephen 60k

Summary: An awkward dinner party brings Doctor Stephen Strange and Loki of Asgard together; though ill-at-ease, still they seek the company of each other, being the odd ones out. One wakes up somewhat rested, the other in the worst pain of his life.

Thor is not a happy camper.

The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark (ao3) - jibrailis steve/tony, loki/sif 42k

Summary: After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.

The Road to Courage (By Way of San Francisco) (ao3) - Sproings steve/bucky 89k

Summary: A road trip with Bucky sounded great. Except for the corporate sponsorship. And the strangers who’d be going with them. And the way Bucky always said they were “practically brothers” when Steve wanted ...

He tried not to think about what he wanted.

It was going to be a long drive to California.

The Tears We Hold Back (ao3) - Scarlet_Black wanda/natasha 115k

Summary: After losing her brother and her home, Wanda moves in with the Avengers, where a friendship grows between her and Natasha - and eventually develops into something more. But life catches up with them when someone interferes with the missions Wanda goes on and Natasha finds out that the Red Room is still operating.

This is a slow burn, post AoU tower fic (that takes place in the Avengers compound).

the shadows of beasts and kings (ao3) - GrimRevolution 43k

Summary: madness /măd′nĭs/ noun

1) A defense against terror.

2) A defense against grief.

til the clocks run down (ao3) - andibeth82 clint/laura/natasha 257k

Summary: "I think I do love her."

The words don’t shock her -- not really, not when she lets herself think about it. She does believe that Clint hadn't been sure about how deep his feelings for Natasha went the first time he admitted his attraction to her. But Laura would have been a fool to believe there wasn’t something more developing, especially after being around them in the few times they’d visited together since Clint’s confession. It had been easy to tell how their partnership was becoming comfortable, a relationship as worn and cozy as the one Laura’s built for herself with the man she’s loved for almost eight years.

[the beginning, the middle, and the journey home]

Things Unseen (That Are Captured on Film) (ao3) - scifigrl47 steve/tony, clint/phil 41k

Summary: In which the Avengers discover the video footage of Tony testing the Iron Man armor, and that goes about as well as it could be expected. Steve Rogers attempts to make peace with his lover's rather cavalier attitude to his health and safety, and starts learning more about Tony's family along the way, both the one he was born into, and the one he's chosen. And, of course, the one that's chosen him.

Subtitled: It's all Clint's fault. No one is surprised.

Whatever you say darling (ao3) - XtaticPearl bucky/tony 9k

Summary: Tony has been trying to woo Bucky for about a year now. He flirts, he builds him things, he kisses him on the cheek after movie nights and does almost everything he can think of to convince the guy that he really wants to date him. Bucky is strangely steadfast in his answer though: No, they can't date. After an explosive argument about the issue, Tony leaves the Tower for Malibu, making the team wary of a moody Bucky. When he comes back after two weeks, things are a bit...different.

Tony is actually doing exactly what Bucky asks. And it is creeping the team out while making Bucky go crazy.

what pain it was to drown (ao3) - winteratdusk steve/bucky 37k

Summary: It was November of 1941, the air was bright and clear and cold, and Bucky was starting to feel like he was living at the end of the world.

Or, with the world at war, responsibility on his shoulders, and the draft looming closer by the day, Bucky's just trying his best to stay afloat. Drinking seems to help, until it doesn’t.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #mature #mature masterlist

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nyt-crossword · 11 months ago

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NYT Crossword Answer 10 January 2024

Across Hints

Podcasters’ needs NYT Crossword Clue

Meaty pasta sauce NYT Crossword Clue

”Hey, by the way …” NYT Crossword Clue

Apple with multiple cores NYT Crossword Clue

Eurasian river NYT Crossword Clue

Abstain from NYT Crossword Clue

*Job for a coxswain with rowdy rowers? NYT Crossword Clue

What’s tolerated by every body? NYT Crossword Clue

Natural hairstyles NYT Crossword Clue

Poorly NYT Crossword Clue

*Review for a so-so bakery? NYT Crossword Clue

2007 Michael Moore documentary about health care NYT Crossword Clue

”You’ve got ___ nerve!” NYT Crossword Clue

Melody NYT Crossword Clue

It’s often in stock NYT Crossword Clue

Chose a course NYT Crossword Clue

Dorothy Parker quality NYT Crossword Clue

*Person who assigns the order of opening presents? NYT Crossword Clue

”Yes,” in Japanese NYT Crossword Clue

Check box of last resort NYT Crossword Clue

Norse protector of humankind NYT Crossword Clue

Complain querulously NYT Crossword Clue

Kyrgyzstan mountain range NYT Crossword Clue

Extremist sects NYT Crossword Clue

*Completes a superhero transformation? NYT Crossword Clue

And others too numerous to mention NYT Crossword Clue

Nary a soul NYT Crossword Clue

Island nation whose currency is the tala NYT Crossword Clue

Preschool teacher’s mantra … or a hint to the answers to the starred clues NYT Crossword Clue

Have a nibble of NYT Crossword Clue

Brazilian berry NYT Crossword Clue

She, on the Seine NYT Crossword Clue

Expression that might accompany a mustache twirl NYT Crossword Clue

Word repeated in a 1956 Doris Day single NYT Crossword Clue

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lgcxmax · 1 year ago

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@lgcparker

[ ... ] It’s truly childish logic, but he truly can’t help but feel like he’s of the correct opinion. “You can do anything, and that’s pretty cool. If I could dance and rap like you too I’d be unstoppable!” Truthfully, Parker knew that not debuting and the feedback form staff and judges probably impacted Max’s confidence, but Parker knew that that was because Max was too good to be discarded so easily. They had to have kept him around for a reason! “Maybe that’s why singing is my forte, I’d be too powerful,” he adds purely as a joke, laughing as if pleased with himself.

ice cream melting away, leaving his fingers sticky, max finds himself with his temple resting against parker's shoulder as he stares into the flickering reflection of the seoul city lights in the han river, stray long grass disrupting his vision occasionally as the wind swings them back and forth in his peripheral. it's a peaceful evening, a juxtaposition to his own mind with the chaos of swirling thoughts and mixed emotions.

perhaps it's that contradiction which drives tears into his eyes or he's simply just too tired to keep up face in front of everyone. but the reassurance he receives touches him down to a core that'd been struggling to hold itself together when he stopped seeing the forest due to the high amount of trees blocking his line of sight. only ever stuck on having to improve it's easy for him to forget what he's capable of. never seeming to fit for what legacy was looking for when adding people to debut line ups clogs up his throat in an uncomfortable way.

he chokes out a weak laugh at his friend's attempt to joke before the sound morphs itself into a sob, his head immediately lowering into his open palm to hide the obvious distress he's too tired to fight. "fuck-"

@lgcparker

#lgcparker #para: diesen weg gemeinsam gehen;

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jackymedan · 5 years ago

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CKR 😀

Thank you :))) let’s see how long the list actually is:

Due South

Shattered

Wilby Wonderful

Twitch City

Longmire

The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet

The Invisible

Normal

Flower & Garnet (weird and kinda upsetting at times)

Gunless

La Femme Nikita (2 episodes) (he played a VERY cute character in this)

Hoax for the Holidays (a.k.a Faith, Fraud and Minimum Wage)

Memento (he only had a small role in this)

Picture Claire (not great from what I remember)

Murder Seen

Paris or Somewhere (weird)

Tricks

Double Happiness

Last Night

Supernatural (1 episode)

My Life as a Dog (1 or 2 episodes I don’t have all of it)

Forever Knight (1 episode)

H2O

Blade III (only worth it for CKR with fangs.. and parker posey’s face)

Suspicious River (don’t.. 0/10 do not recommend)

Aaaand then I still have like 7 video files of things with him in it on my laptop that I still have to watch at some point.. and other things I’d like to watch one day but haven’t gotten my hands on yet..

*bolded are the ones I enjoyed the most and/or recommend (doesn’t necessarily mean I disliked all the not-bolded ones (unless I specifically said so in the list), some of them were fine, just not worth watching ONLY because CKR is in it..

#scriggle-scraggle #ckr #like I did personally enjoy longmire but ckr only shows up in like idk season 4 or so?? and he plays an asshole so like #unless you already wanted to watch that anyway.. don't do it just for ckr content #H2O has a whole bunch of due south/c6d actors in it and I did enjoy seeing them in a thing together #but the plot of the movie was kinda weird from what I remember idk #(and it's more a paul gross thing ckr is in it a lot less)#I'm conflicted about blade III because seeing ckr with fangs (and parker posey's face) WAS very nice the rest of the movie just... sucks #the main one I REGRET watching that I wish I could unsee is suspicious river... *shivers*#I'm probably one of the few ckr fans who has not seen hard core logo yet btw lol I do have the file I'm just a bit scared to watch it #I don't like watching actively angsty/sad things that will make me cry (and I don't like watching him smoke) so idk #lalalameme

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avengerswriter4eva · 3 years ago

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Powerless

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Warnings: Dark!Wanda; College au; shy/semi-innocent!femr; spitting; choking; strap-on use; semi-public sex; using; slight exhibitionism; dom!wanda; pet names;

“Come on, y/n, it will be fun!” Peter pleaded with you, shoving a flyer into your hand. You stared at the crumpled paper, eyeing the information. “You love the river!” He wasn’t wrong. Peter was one of your best friends. MJ and Ned the other two, and he desperately wanted to have the real college experience. His eyes lit up like it was Christmas and you laughed, nodding your head.

“Fine. I’ll go.” You grumbled begrudgingly, but smiled nonetheless. Finals were approaching, and you had been studying nonstop for weeks. It would be good to take a break. Or so you told yourself.

“Yeah? That’s great! Thanks, y/n. MJ will be so happy!” Peter continued talking while you tuned him out effectively, already wondering how much this party would put you behind in your rigorous study schedule. You shook your head physically, snapping yourself out of it. College was not only about learning. It was about fun too, right? It was about foundational life experiences. It was about… “Y/n?” Peter was looking at you with a look of concern now, and you realized that you didn’t’ know how long you had been zoned out.

“I’m fine,” you laughed, shoving Peter’s shoulder playfully. He smirked.

“You need to get laid, y/l/n.” He teased but blushed immediately at the implication. Your blush mirrored his.

“No kidding, Parker.”

…

You had been at the party for less than half an hour, and it already felt like too long. You had come with Peter and MJ, were already socially awkward and kind of felt like a third wheel. And for some reason, you had caught the most popular girl in your class staring at you repeatedly. Wanda Maximoff. She was sitting across the bonfire from you, legs crossed, her jeans hugging her legs, hoodie tied around her waist, feet bare. And every time you looked across the fire, she was watching you.

When Peter and MJ started arguing about something to do with physics, you excused yourself from the log you were all sharing, intending to get another drink. You made your way to the coolers, crouching down to fish through the quickly-melting ice for a beer that wasn’t too offensive, wishing for whiskey instead. All of a sudden, you were aware of a presence behind you, legs against your back, an airy chuckle coming from above and behind you. You tried to spin in place to see who it was but a hand rested softly but firmly on your shoulder, keeping you from moving.

“That’s a good height for you, cutie.” The voice from behind you was like crushed velvet rubbed the right way, and you couldn’t’ help the shivers that ripped through your body. Shivers that elicited another laugh. The laugh itself was angelic. The underlying threat was not. The hand on your shoulder moved to the back of your head, keeping your eyes forward as you began to feel a rocking movement behind you. Wanda was moving, and the slight sounds that were coming from her mouth were nothing short of pornographic.

“What are you…”

“Shhh…” Suddenly Wanda’s thumb was rubbing against your lips, and you opened them instinctively. She slid her thumb easily inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, encouraging you to suck. You obeyed without question. She pushed her hips against the back of your head, and you didn’t have time to wonder about the hard object that was suddenly pressed against your skull. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“I…” your statement was cut off when her thumb slid into your mouth further. Wanda began rocking her hips against you even harder, her other hand fisting your hair as she panted above you. You felt the ache in your core explode, an undeniable damp spot growing in your panties and your jeans, but her movements suddenly stopped. You whined, making the woman behind you chuckle.

“Such a needy thing, aren’t you?” Her hands withdrew suddenly and you spun in place in time to see her sliding her thumb into her mouth, sucking your saliva off of it. Fuck. You got to your feet, willing your knees not to buckle. You were mostly successful. Wanda moved forward, backing you into the table of cups and ice and punch. You felt an unmistakable bulge against the crotch of your skirt as she pressed against you, her lips ghosting across your cheeks, avoiding your mouth entirely. Her cool fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, nails scratching across your stomach as you gasped at the sensation. She guided your hips to line up with hers as she pushed you back against the flimsy table, her hips rolling against yours, slight whines emanating from her.

“I just…” you stuttered over the words, and Wanda’s smirk made you blush instantly.

“Just what, pretty girl? Hm?” She grabbed your chin, tilting your face up as she stared into your eyes. You tried to maintain eye contact, but she didn’t make it easy, her green eyes piercing seemingly into your soul. Her thumb traced over your lips again and she tugged your bottom lip down, watching it snap back into place with a cocky smirk dripping from hers. “Open.” You blinked up at her stupidly.

“Excuse me?” Wanda’s thumb tugged your lip down insistently again.

“Open. Your. Mouth.” Wanda punctuated each syllable, repeating herself slowly while rolling her eyes.

“Why?” The question was barely out of your mouth before Wanda’s hand was on your face again, squeezing your cheeks hard, forcing your jaw open.

“Oh, pretty girl, this is going to go so much easier for you if you just do what I say.” Wanda spit into your mouth that she was holding open before releasing your cheeks, pushing your jaw shut. You swallowed instinctively. “Good girl.” You blushed at the braise and then mentally kicked yourself when Wanda noticed immediately, the condescending smile returning to her face. She backed away from you and you spun towards the table immediately just to break free from her intense gaze. Your shaky hands filled a cup with ice, not even fully processing what you were doing. She watched you. “You gonna pour a beer in there, or…” her laugh cut off the rest of the question, and you were fed up with her teasing. Maybe. You slammed the plastic cup down on the table, turning to face her only to realize she was suddenly right there in front of you, very little room between you.

“What do…can I…” you cleared your throat, cursing yourself for blushing again before you shook your head and started over. “Is there something I can do for you?” Your eyes followed Wanda’s tongue as it licked across her lips painfully slowly. Your body tensed as she moved forward even more, her index finger tracing a line down the center of your chest.

“I think it’s more something I can do for you, pretty girl.” You furiously recognized that the anger you wanted to feel was quickly being replaced with something else instead. Something not at all angry and certainly didn’t involve telling the hot woman in front of you to get lost. You clenched your jaw and summoned every ounce of courage you had left.

“Yeah? What’s that?” You clutched your glass of ice so hard it cracked, ice spilling loudly onto the table and the ground. Wanda’s green eyes were twinkling and hypnotizing. You were almost sad when she backed a few paces away from you, her hands moving to the back pockets of her jeans.

“You’re here with Peter and MJ, right?” you blinked at the sudden change of direction in conversation, trying to keep up.

“Yes. And?” You smirked at the semi-surprised look on Wanda’s face at the pure audacity that you had to talk back to her.

“Are you with them?” Her voice was light and playful, but you caught something else underneath. Curiosity. More than curiosity.

“I think we’ve established I came with them, yes.” You smirked again as Wanda clenched her jaw. She was clearly not used to being spoken to in this manner.

“That’s not what I asked, y/n.” She looked you up and down as if she were measuring you and you tugged you your skirt self-consciously as her gaze moved lower.

“W…with them?” You asked, still uncertain of what she was hinting at. Wanda rolled her eyes, snatching the broken plastic cup from your hand and slamming it onto the table beside you. You jumped.

“Don’t play with me, y/n.” Wanda warned. You shook your head, genuinely confused. “Are you with them? In a relationship?” Her clarification didn’t help matters as your mouth opened and shut several times, trying to fathom what she was asking you.

“What? No. No!” The more you thought about the suggestion, the more you didn’t want to anymore. The smirk returned to Wanda’s face.

“Yeah? You single?” Wanda’s fingers returned to your waist as she pushed you back towards the table again. You glanced wildly over her shoulder. No one was paying attention to what was happening over here. How was it possible that no one at a river beach party needed a drink for this long?

“Yeah. Yes.” You blushed again, and you took a deep breath trying to regulate your heartbeat back down to something more healthy or manageable.

“You’re so pretty…so much fun to play with.” It wasn’t a question and you don’t know why you felt the need to respond.

“Are you going to play with me?” It was barely a whisper, and you semi-regretted it as soon as you said it, but here you were. Wanda raised a single eyebrow.

“Do you want me to, дорогой?” Her lips were inches from yours now. If you leaned forward just a little.

“I…”

“You can say no, y/n, and it stops right now.” Wanda moved forward and your entire body tingled at the feeling of her lips on your ear. “But I can take care of you, y/n.”

“You’ll take care of me?” You felt like your heart was actively beating out of your chest now, her breasts pressing lightly against yours, the tip of her tongue tracing the shell of your ear now. Wanda pulled back from you slightly, and you were embarrassed at the whine that you made.

“I’ll take care of you.” She held her hand out to you expectantly. “Follow me.” You took a deep breath. Fuck it. You placed your hand in Wanda’s and her smile was predatory. “Good girl.” She tugged your hand suddenly and you followed in her wake. She led you down a path in the woods, close to the water but away from the crowd. You could still hear particularly loud conversations, the breaks for laughter, particularly loud crackles of the fire, the constant sound of the flowing water. She stopped suddenly, walking you backwards into one of the tall, sturdy oaks. Her lips found yours for the first time and your parted automatically. Her tongue was velvety soft but insistent, sliding into your mouth easily as her hands wrapped around your waist under your tshirt. You shivered at the contact and your body ignited when she pressed against you fully.

“Please…” you whined when she left your mouth to focus on your ear and neck again. You ached when she pulled away from you, her hands now the only part of her touching you.

“Please what, дорогой?” Wanda whispered, her nails scraping against your sides.

“Take care of me.” Your voice was barely a whine now, and Wanda chuckled, her teeth lightly grazing your neck, licking her way down your shoulder.

“I will, pretty girl.” Wanda mumbled against your skin, kissing as far down as the neck of your shirt would allow. You shivered again when you felt her nails on your thigh, teasing the bottom hem of your skirt. “Are you needy already дорогой? I bet you’re wet for me already, aren’t you?” One of her hands went up your shirt, tracing over the fabric of your bra before squeezing your breast lightly, distracting you from her other hand which was moving regularly upward. Her fingers found your panties finally, tracing delicately over the undeniable wet spot. Your hips were moving outside of your conscious control at the simple contact. “So naughty.” Wanda clucked her tongue at you and you flushed immediately, enjoying the praise but embarrassed by it at the same time. “You need to be wetter than that for me, дорогой. Lets see what I can do about that.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as you watched the brunette lower herself to her knees in front of you, kissing over your stomach lightly before grinning up at you. You watched her tongue slide over your inner thighs before she ducked under your skirt, obscuring your view. It was a surprise when you finally felt her mouth on you through your underwear. She sucked lightly on the fabric, her lips barely grazing over the skin underneath and you could already feel your legs shaking. Her hand joined her mouth, moving your underwear enough to give her access, finally.

Your legs almost gave out entirely when she started kitten-licking your clit. Every time you tried to move your hips for more contact, she’d pull away leaving only the tip of her tongue in contact with your clit, leaving you aching for more.

“Fuck!” It was a gasp crossed with a whine, and when Wanda’s chuckle vibrated through your pussy, you almost lost it. Already. Your hands tried to reach for her head under your skirt, tugging the material up finally to see her green eyes locked on you.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” she mumbled against you and you squirmed when two slender fingers slid inside of you easily. She moved steadily, not increasing her tempo as your hips rocked against her mouth as much as she allowed. Her other hand guided your hip as she slowly rocked into you.

“Fuck, I’m…” you couldn’t finish your sentence or anything else that required thinking as Wanda slowly pushed all the way into you as you came on her fingers. She pulled back from you, wiping her mouth with her other hand, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Now you’re ready for me.” She stood slowly, pausing to lift your shirt, sucking lightly on your nipples through your bra, smirking as they hardened automatically in her mouth. “Open, baby.” This time you didn’t hesitate, knowing what she expected. You opened your mouth and she slid her fingers, soaked in your cum, into your mouth. “Clean those off for me, pretty girl.” You sucked obediently and Wanda’s eyes darkened as she watched you. “Fuck, the mouth on you, дорогой.” You blushed as you stared up at her. Her other hand cupped your cheek. When she was satisfied that they were clean, she removed them from your mouth before kissing you hard, sucking the air out of your lungs. The moan that left your mouth when she sucked lightly on your tongue left you reeling.

Wanda walked backwards away from you, winking at you and gesturing to follow. She slid down against a tree while unfastening her pants and you stared at the size of her strap. “Don’t worry, baby, you can take it.” You walked towards her, not sharing her optimism but willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Wanda nipped at your thighs when you stood in front of her slowly, but you were surprised when she turned you around, facing away from her before tugging you down onto your knees. “Watch your friends, baby.” She growled as she tugged you roughly down onto her lap. Your underwear had gone back to its former position after moving and you could feel the strap rubbing against you already. The feeling intensified when Wanda began rocking her hips, getting you used to the feel of her. Before you knew what you were doing, you were rocking back against her, desperate for more friction.

“Such a needy thing,” Wanda cooed, spreading her legs further apart, lifting your skirt over your hips and tugging down your underwear finally before grabbing your hips and pulling you back towards her. You gasped when you made contact with her lap. “Already dripping for me, baby.” You tensed without meaning to as Wanda began guiding the head of the strap up and down your slit, coating it thoroughly. “Relax for me baby, I’ve got you.” Wanda slid the tip in, holding your hips steady for a minute, shushing you. You jumped when she reached around, flicking your clit with her finger, forcing the toy further in. Everything felt like it was on fire, but you couldn’t get enough and you whined loudly, rocking your hips. Then she tugged you backwards, her hips rocking up into you at the same time and you moaned loud enough that it was possible someone could hear.

Your movements stopped immediately when you heard the sound of a twig snapping in the woods too close for comfort. You both caught snippets of conversation.

“see her…”

“back home…”

It was Peter and MJ, and they were looking for you. The chuckle behind you made you shiver.

“Be a good girl and be quiet for me, hm?” Wanda began rocking her hips again, moving in and out of you slowly, giving you time to adjust. You gasped when she found just the right spot, and her nails dug into your skin as she repeatedly drove into you. Your palms dug into the dirt when Wanda’s fingers found your clit again, rubbing in quick circles.

“I…” you whispered urgently.

“I’ve got you, baby, cum for me.” Her finger rubbed over your clit in just the right way, sending you into a shaking orgasm, your knees nearly giving out entirely. Your eyes were still blurry when you registered that Wanda’s hands were on you, tugging you into her lap, minus the strap now. “Did so good for me, дорогой,” she mumbled before her lips were on yours again. She guided your hips on top of her again but after a few moments of a frantic make out, her fingers were tangled in your hair and her other hand was pressing your shoulder down. “You made a mess, pretty girl. Clean it up.” Wanda spread her legs as she pushed you down her body, too impatient to allow you to pause at her tits, although they were delicious.

Your first licks were tentative and Wanda groaned, pushing your face into her pussy further. “Don’t tease me, y/n,” she warned. Emboldened both by her demand as well as the way her hips were already rutting against your mouth and how wet she was you increased the pace and pressure. Truthfully, you didn’t have to do much more than hold on for the ride as she rode your tongue, chasing her high. It didn’t take her very long. “Y/n, fuck!” You caught the sight of her eyes rolling back in her head as she crashed into her orgasm suddenly. You froze when you heard the slight sound of giggling from the woods behind you. Wanda, on the other hand, couldn’t care less as she whined, riding out her high. You nuzzled into her thigh for a moment before she tugged you up, playing with your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“So, y/n. Do you think you want to come to my place after the party?” Wanda chuckled as you began nodding your head before she could finish the question.

“Fuck yes.” You’d text Peter and MJ later. There was no way in hell you were passing up an opportunity like this. They’d understand.

#dark wanda #dark!fanfiction #dark!fic #marvel #marvel mcu #wanda maximoff #female reader #Youtube

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starsnores · 3 years ago

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Dionysia - a fanmix for devil worship :o)

I kept making and rearranging playlists for the clowns and the downside is i’m still trying to get the one titled “purple people eaters” in a good spot but the upside is I like this one. It’s based around my headcanons on what Clown Culture on alternia is like and also it’s very twangy. Song list under the cut!

Devil Do - Holly Golightly & the Brokeoffs

You got me drunk on whiskey, drunk on wine The Lord don't like it, but the devil don't mind And there ain't nobody gonna love me like the devil do

Oh, Messiah - Timber Timbre

Oh Messiah! We're gonna stomp our feet We're gonna clap our hands All up and down these evil streets

Graveyard’s Full - The Growlers

The graveyard's full We're running out of earth But we can use the bones To build another church

Anthem For The Already Defeated - Rock Plaza Central

Well, they can take our bones And bury them deep under the river But we'll still be together And we cannot be defeated

Gravedigger’s Chant - Zeal & Ardor

Watch yourself Lord don't have mercy for you

Blood In The River - Zeal & Ardor

The riverbed will run red with the blood of the saints and the blood of the holy (A good lord is a dead one)

Old Time Religion - Parker Millsap

And he had a vision Of a fire, it burned up all of the land You could call it superstition You could run just as fast as you can

Choking Games - Nicole Dollanganger

Restlessness leads to a Dangerous kind of fun Start small with Swiss army knives And water guns

Patron Saint Hunter - Timber Timbre

Keep the family in, keep the family sin Daddy, lock the temple door Evil isn't in, evil isn't in Evil isn't in your core

#homestuck #clown :o)#fanmix

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(Peter One, Two, AND Three whump!)

Luck. That was all Peter One had left. He was sitting, kidnapped, in a helicopter between Bad Guy One and Bad Guy Two while Bad Guy Three steered them over the Hudson River through the night sky. They hit some turbulence and when the helicopter bounced, the door on One’s left slid open. Luck. Peter summoned what strength he had left and launched his bruised body. Even though his ankles were shackled tight and his wrists were bound behind his back, he managed to aim true and dove right out the door.

The Hudson River was more ice than liquid, but Peter One miraculously bellyflopped into the water. The impact and cold almost knocked him out. Dazed, blind, lost, he sank. Whatever the bad guys had bound his wrists and ankles with was strong - too strong. Peter couldn’t break free. So he swam - mermaid style, core engaged and coordinated legs flapping - toward the moonlight. He was nearly there. He was out of air but he was so close. Just a few more feet…

He head-butted a thick sheet of ice and this time, when he sank, he was unconscious.

Above him, the two other spider men - who’d lassoed the helicopter with their webs and were in the middle of climbing up to it when Peter One jumped - swung from their webs and let go. They fell like synchronized divers, barely causing a splash when they hit the water. When Peter Two emerged, he was empty-handed. When Peter Three emerged half a minute later, he had One with him. Peter Two hustled over to his brothers, dodging sheets of ice as he swam. He got to Three just as he Heimlich-ed One, who expelled the water in his lungs and gasped, but didn’t wake up. Blood leaked from a slice across the crown of his head. Peter Two wrapped his arm around One and, together, he and Three kicked toward the nearest shore. The closer they got, the slower they swam as the winter cold stiffened their bodies.

Behind them, the helicopter turned around and spotlights lit up the scene, highlighting the sparkling ice and the thick woods along the shore. The three Peter Parker’s were still 30 yards from land. Goosebumps unrelated to the cold made Two and Three shiver, and they looked at one another with wide eyes. They took deep breaths and dove underwater, pulling One down with them, less than a second before the spotlight would’ve landed on their red suits. Kicking, arms flapping, they made their way toward shallow water.

That was when the bad guys in the helicopter got impatient and fired a rocket. Fire and water erupted, sending shards of ice flying. Satisfied that no one could survive that, the bad guys flew off.

Peter Three lost all sense of time, all sense of place, all sense of sense. One moment he was in the water and the next, his body was launched into the air. Peter One was no longer in his arms and Peter Two disappeared in a swirl of fire. Then he saw nothing, heard nothing, didn’t even feel it when he landed on the rocky, grassy shoreline. How long did he lie there, dazed, ears ringing, semi-conscious, skin blistering, lost? He didn’t know. Time passed, but he had no idea how much. Peter Three drifted…

It was actually kind of nice - the drifting. He was carefree in that realm - no grief about Gwen, no anxiety about his role as a superhero, no fear for his brothers—

His BROTHERS!

“Peter!” Three screamed into the dirt, both of his brother’s faces in his head. He blinked away the sparkly darkness in his vision and - gasping, groaning, wincing - he got up on his knees. The mute trees on his right and the angry water on his left warped, Dr. Seuss-like. Three told himself to look for red. Red, red, red. Just find red. His eyes finally spotted the color - maybe 20 yards away. Three shook his head like a wet dog and looked again.

Peter Two was crawling out of the water with a limp Peter One in his arms. He walked forward on his elbows a foot or two, then reached back and pulled One forward, then pushed him ahead, and crawled once more. Once everything but his own feet was clear of the river, he ripped the shackles off of One’s ankles and the other pair around One’s wrists. Then he rolled One onto his back and, swaying a bit, started CPR.

Peter Three stood, fell over, stood again, fell over a second time, then finally got his bearings and rushed over. He collapsed to his knees beside One’s body and took over the compressions when Two slowed down. Peter Two leaned on his left arm and began to cough - wet and heavy. When his breaths finally calmed down he looked up at Three with a neutral expression. There was no emotion in his face, just fire in his eyes. He didn’t blink.

“Tell me you’re ok!” Peter Three shouted over the ringing in his ears.

Two’s face scrunched up in pain and he put both hands over his ears. Blood started dripping from his singed nose. Between them, One’s body suddenly spasmed. His eyes burst open and he began to cough. Peter Three pushed him over onto his side, and One hacked for a whole five minutes, face pressed against Two’s knee. Peter Three patted him on the back, encouraging, while Two rubbed his shaking shoulder. Once he settled down, Peter One wrapped one arm around Two’s leg, hugging him, and reached out with the other to Three, who grasped his hand.

“You smell like a chimney,” Peter One muttered against Two’s knee. Peter Two smiled and quietly combed One’s hair with bloody, trembling fingers. Beside the three brothers, a half dozen trees burned like candle. The river still churned, but it was settling down. The beginnings of Dawn winked at them from the east.

“Hey.” Peter Three reached over One and grasped Two by the little fabric that remained on his right shoulder. At least a third of Two’s suit was burned away. Peter One was in the same shape, and Three figured he didn’t look any better. “Are you all right?”

Peter Two nodded. His face looked pale and there was soot on his cheeks like blush. The right side of his neck was burnt, and so was most of his arm. His legs had fared no better. Peter Two gestured at Three, silently asking the same question. Peter Three looked down at his own body for the first time, and he was astounded by how much pain he wasn’t in. Everything was red - either because of his suit, because of burns, or because of blood. “Hmm,” he hummed. He touched his hair and found it all. He chuckled, relieved. But while he was feeling around, he found blood leaking from both ears.

“You smell like burnt hair, too,” Peter One whispered. With the others’ help, he slowly sat up and crossed his legs under him. Sitting, slumped over, he massaged his breastbone and took deep, steadying breaths. “And you,” he said to Three, “smell like fish!”

Peters Three and Two grinned. Three laughed out loud, and Two’s body shook with mute amusement. Peter Three’s laughter stopped instantly when he realized something. His hand returned to Two’s shoulder. “Hey,” he soothed, “are you sure you’re ok? You haven’t said a word.”

Apologetic sadness replaced the ferocity in Two’s eyes. “Peter…?” said Three, voice pitched high, throat tight. Suddenly, Two twisted left, away from the others, and vomited a quarter gallon of blood. He swayed and started to collapse, and would’ve fallen right into the mess if One hadn’t grabbed him and pulled him back. Peter Three slid his arms under Two’s armpits and situated him so that he sat between his brothers. But when he let go, Two started to collapse. Peter Three caught and pulled him against his burned chest while One put a hand against his back.

Peter Three didn’t have the strength for a fake smile or fake cheerfulness. He was usually so good at that - pretending. But he was physically hurt - vulnerable, fragile - and terror took over. All three men were surprised when his eyes filled with tears. “Hang on,” he whispered, voice breaking, “We’ve got you. Hang on, p-please.”

Peter Two nodded. He clenched his brothers’ hands like they were lifeboat rails. Blood leaked from between his white lips. Three leaned forward and gently bumped his forehead against Two’s - the brothers’ version of a platonic kiss.

“Hang on…”

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awake-dearheart · 4 years ago

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The Preacher’s Daughter [s.r.]

thanks to @golden-parker for helping me fix this moodboard

Summary: After the events of Civil War, Steve and the team are on the run. When they arrive at a safehouse back in the states they meet you and your father. Steve is drawn to you and has to fight with himself to heed your father’s wishes.

Word Count: 8.2k (LOL WHOOPS)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: SO much angst. This is smut adjacent. Smut lite. A solid PG-13 rating here on my Christian Minecraft Server. Also breif mentions of blood.

A/N: This is the closet to smut you’ll ever get from me so I hope y’all enjoy it. Mildly inspired by the song River by Bishop Briggs but it kinda got away from me if I’m honest. Big thanks to @golden-parker and @jamesbuckybarnes-anon for beta reading for me. Divider by @writeyourmindaway. If you’d like to be added to my permanent taglist just send an ask!

The sun hung low in the sky, its last few rays splayed out above as it tried desperately to cling to the day. Soon, it would dip below the horizon, but the heat would linger well into the night, blanketing the air in a way it only could during southern summers. Steve fidgeted in his spot, his eyes flickering back and forth from the old farmhouse in front of them to the Quinjet hidden behind the tree line. Their exit from the safehouse in Stockholm had been abrupt, to say the least, and Steve was still on edge. Coming back stateside was a huge risk, which he’d told Sam and Natasha repeatedly, but in the end they all agreed it was the last place their pursuers would expect them to go. Sam seemed to be able to feel his tension and did his best to try and calm him down.

“It’s gonna be fine, Steve,” he said quietly. “This place was on the list Nat got from SHIELD. It’s safe.”

“How sure are we?” Steve asked. “I’d really love a good night’s sleep.”

“Nat seems pretty sure,” Sam replied. “She got the list directly from Fury. These are people he trusted. I think she said this guy’s a preacher or something? Should be good here for a little while.” Steve nodded once and shifted in his spot again. He was tired. He was tired of running between run-down safehouses and shitty roadside motels that looked like they could kick off their own horror movie franchise. He was tired of coded messages and missing Bucky and he just wanted something that would last. It seemed like ages before Natasha came back, the exhaustion that was settled deep in her bones made evident by her gait.

“We’re good,” she all but yawned. “Preacher’s got some spare rooms he’ll let us crash in. His daughter is coming to help with our stuff.”

“Daughter?” Steve asked, quirking a brow. “She good?”

“Preacher seems to think so,” Nat replied, gathering her things. “Fury wouldn’t have put them on the list if she wasn’t.” That was good enough for Steve’s sleep-deprived mind. He bit back a yawn and headed into the Quinjet to grab his gear. When he came back out there was someone standing with Sam and Nat, and when your eyes met it nearly knocked him on his ass.

You were wearing a simple white sundress, lightweight with silver buttons down the front and perfect for the heavy summer air. Your feet were bare, no doubt a habit from growing up with so much space to run around in, and you already had one of Natasha’s bags slung over your shoulder. When you met Steve’s gaze you flashed him a smile that lit up your face even in the failing light and he felt a tug on his heart that he hadn’t felt since the first time he met Bucky. He didn’t even realize you’d introduced yourself until Sam elbowed him in the ribs.

“O-oh, sorry,” he stammered, nodding once to you. “I’m Steve. Thanks for your help.” You giggled and offered your name again, and this time he made sure to pay attention.

“You’re all more than welcome here,” you said with another smile. “Daddy says if we aren’t willing to help Captain America then we aren’t much of anything.” A soft giggle left your lips and shook Steve to his very core. He stumbled a little as he trailed after you to the house, watching as you chatted with Nat. His eyes never left you as you led them inside and even though he was sure Sam noticed, he blessedly didn’t say anything. Steve nodded toward your father, reminding himself to offer his gratitude properly in the morning. Right now the only thing he could think about was a hot shower and a soft bed. And you.

You took the group upstairs, pointing out free rooms as you passed. Steve’s was saved for last.

“This is yours,” you said softly, playing with a loose thread on your dress. “It’s the best room in the house. When the sun comes up you get a great view of the willow tree on the river. It’s my favorite.” You offered him a soft smile that made his stomach flip and his cheeks flush.

“Th-Thank you,” he managed to stammer. “I can’t tell you how much we appreciate all this.”

“We’re happy to help,” you replied, still giving him that heart-stopping smile. “I’ll let you get settled in. Good night, Captain.” As you turned to go Steve found himself slightly desperate to keep you close. He wanted to talk to you, to get to know you, and just be near you. Millions of words raced through his brain, but he only managed to get one out.

“Steve,” he blurted rather abruptly. You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him with a curious expression.

“Huh?”

“Y-You can just call me Steve…if you want.” That damn smile. It came back across your face and knocked the air right out of his lungs. He was sure he was about to burst when you finally said his name.

“Good night, Steve.”

Sunlight pricked Steve’s eyelids much earlier than he’d hoped for the next morning. Ever since he was a kid he could never stay asleep once the sun came up. It came in handy in the army but right now, buried in the first comfortable bed he’d laid in for months, he hated himself for it. He tossed the covers back and stretched his arms up over his head as he stood, fumbling in his bag for fresh clothes. The team would take the day to rest, and tomorrow they would come together to plan their next move. That was the routine they’d established a while ago. Take a day. Regroup. Make a plan. Normally, it made Steve antsy. Staying still made him feel vulnerable. He preferred to have Plan A, B, C, and D before he took a breath. Today, however, he felt different. For the first time in a long time, he felt excited. There was nothing to do and no plans to make but somewhere in this house was you. Steve couldn’t explain why he felt so drawn to you. He was desperate to be near you again; to hear you say his name and to see you smile the way you did. He dressed himself quickly, tossing his bag into the armchair in the corner and opened the door, only to find himself face-to-face with your father.

“O-Oh,” he stuttered, his steps faltering. “Good morning, sir.” The preacher looked up at him, his eyes holding a tiredness Steve recognized all too well. It was a war-torn weariness, born in the field of battle and nourished by the blood of fallen friends and the faceless enemies they’d been sworn to defeat. He wanted to ask about it. There were volumes of stories written in the lines on the preacher’s face, but Steve knew from experience not to bring it up.

“Mornin’,” the preacher grunted in return. A heavy feeling settled between them that Steve was sure had nothing to do with the already building humidity, and he shifted on his feet.

“We can’t thank you enough for taking us in,” Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck. “If there’s anything we can do-“

“Stay away from my daughter,” the old man interrupted. Steve blinked in surprise and took a step back, stumbling slightly.

“I-I’m sorry?” he said befuddled. “I don’t think I know what you mean.”

“Yeah, you do,” the preacher replied solemnly. “You know what it’s like for men like us. What we do to women like that. She’s sunshine and light and every good thing in this world. Only good thing I’ve ever done with my miserable life. But us? We’re grit and grime. The world’s already chewed us up and spit us out and when we touch someone as pure as that girl, they’re never the same. We’re broken men, so desperate to feel somethin’ that we grab the first good thing we find and hold on tight, hopin’ like hell their goodness is enough to fix us. But it never is, son. All that happens is we end up breakin’ them too. S’what happened to her mother and I’ll be God damned if I let that happen to her.” There was no anger or malice in his voice, but something about his calmness sent shivers up Steve’s spine. Before he had a chance to tell the preacher he wasn’t like that and he’d never treat a woman that way, his host turned away from him and hobbled down the hall. Steve watched him go, slightly dumbstruck, with a war raging in his mind. On the one hand, there was you. He’d felt something the moment he first saw you that he couldn’t explain. Something burned in his gut that drove him to want to be close to you. Your father was right when he’d described you as sunshine and light. That light, and the warmth that had flooded Steve when he first saw you, was something he was sure he’d never get enough of. He wanted to cling to you the way the sunset had been desperate to cling to the day when he’d arrived.

On the other hand, he had to consider the position he’d been put in. If he went against your father and kept after you he was sure the entire team would be put out, ending up back on that damn Quinjet and off to god knows what corner of the world again. The thought of being torn away from you like that hit him like a slap in the face. Not only would he never see you again, but he’d also be responsible for pulling Sam and Nat from somewhere they could actually be safe. The team deserved some kind of peace, if only for a short amount of time. Beyond that, there was the chance that you would want to go with him, and he could never put you in danger like that. This was no way to live, especially for you. With a heavy sigh, Steve closed his door and flopped back into the bed, determined to do whatever it took to keep you off his mind.

They ended up staying at the farmhouse for much longer than Steve planned. At first, it was only meant to be a few days while they recuperated from the Stockholm attack. Days turned into a week which turned into two and before Steve could blink they had been there for a month. After his run-in with your father, Steve had instructed the team to keep their distance as best they could. They had seemed a bit skeptical, but he’d offered up the excuse of not wanting to get in the way that seemed to appease them both. It was a working farm after all, and between you and your father and all the hands that worked with you, the idea of staying out of the way was easy enough. In theory. Keeping his head low and staying out of the way was Army 101. But in practice, it was near torture. You had this incredible ability to pop up wherever Steve went, flashing that smile and batting your eyes at him, and he never heard you coming. One minute he’d be alone and the next you’d be there, like a cat that had just surprised its prey. You always came with the most innocent of requests; heavy bales of hay that needed to be moved in the barn or large buckets of milk that needed to be loaded into the truck.

“Everyone is busy, and it needs to be done soon,” you’d say, sticking out your bottom lip in a way that made Steve want to sink his teeth into it. “Can you please help? Please?” He obliged every time, telling himself that helping with farm chores would keep them in good standing with your father. Truthfully, he just wanted any excuse he could find to be close to you. And something in him told him you knew it. He could see it in the way you watched him help you around the farm. You’d look up at him through your lashes and smirk while you toyed with the crucifix that always managed to find a home between your breasts. The way you looked at him made him made his face burn and his breath hitch but almost as soon as he met your gaze, it was over. Your sweet, innocent smile would reappear, and Steve would be left with whatever chore you’d asked for help with before him, and a burning feeling of desire in his chest.

At night, when he thought he could find solace between his sheets and breathy whimpers of your name, you only showed how strong your hold over him was. The willow tree on the river that you had mentioned on his first day, that his room happened to overlook, proved to be your favorite spot, just like you said. Steve could practically set his watch by the creak of the stairs at 10:30 every night that meant you were on your way out. He knew he shouldn’t look. He knew the swims you took under the willow weren’t meant for his eyes, but the sight of you dripping wet and bathed in moonlight drew him in like a moth to a flame. Every night he found himself waiting, his foot tapping against the floor until he heard that comforting creak on the staircase, and every night he told himself he wouldn’t look this time. The first splash of your body hitting the water always proved to be his undoing though, and he ended up sitting beside the window, attempting to hide his shame in the shadows.

A month had passed, and Steve found himself once again staring out his window into the night. He was waiting, his foot tapping against the floor as his ears searched for the sound of you coming down the stairs. He checked his watch and furrowed his brow. It was nearly 10:45 and he was growing restless. You were never late. At least you hadn’t been the entire time Steve had been on the farm. Were you sick? Or hurt? Had you finally caught him watching you and decided it was best to stop your moonlit swims? Shame flooded Steve’s chest at the thought. His mind raced as he played out what might happen next and how furious you and your father would be with him. He had already started planning his apology and retreat from your home when he heard a gentle knock at his door. For a second, he considered pretending he was asleep, but that idea was thrown out the window at the next sound.

“Steve?” came your voice, accompanied by another knock. “Are you in there?” Swallowing the lump in his throat, Steve scrambled to the door, tripping over the chest at the end of the bed as he did. He yanked open the door to find you there, beaming up at him. The smile took him by surprise. He was so sure you’d be angry with him yet here you were, bright-eyed as ever.

“H-Hi,” he managed, looking over you. “Is everything ok?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” you replied. “Did you fall?” Steve’s face burned red at your question. He didn’t think his clumsiness had been quite so loud.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine,” he said. “Did you need help with something?” Your smile faltered a bit at his question, and you shifted in your spot.

“I was wondering,” you said, looking down and playing with your fingers. “Would you like to come for a walk with me? And maybe a swim?” Steve’s stomach fell and his mouth went dry. It reminded him of the time Bucky had taken him to Coney Island and forced him to ride the Cyclone. His mind screamed at him to say no. It warned him that nothing good could come from this and that going with you would only cause problems. He didn’t think he could trust himself around you, and the last thing he wanted was to put you in a position where you felt like you had to choose between him and your father. Despite all this, he found himself nodding and following you from the room, the familiar creak of the staircase somehow managing to calm his racing mind.

He walked behind you out into the humid night, his fingers twitching and longing to wrap around yours. There was a charge in the air between you, aided in part by the distant rumble of thunder. The storm was far enough away that Steve wasn’t concerned but close enough to fill the air with a heavy electricity. You walked beside him toward the willow, keeping your eyes down and your hands clasped in front of you. Steve could see you stealing glances at him because he was stealing them back at you and when you locked eyes with him both of you turned away with cheeks aflame. The tree towered over you as you approached and ran your fingers over the handing tendrils. They framed you like a curtain as you looked back over your shoulder at Steve, biting your lip nervously.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked softly. Steve’s eyes widened as he looked up at you and shook his head.

“N-No! Of course not,” he half-shouted. “Why would you think that?”

“It’s just…you don’t really talk to me,” you started, avoiding his gaze. “After that first night, I thought there might have been something. But now it feels like you don’t want anything to do with me. And if you don’t that’s ok, I just want to know one way or the other.” Steve’s heart jumped into his throat as he cursed himself. He thought that by staying away from you he was keeping you safe from him, but here he was causing you the exact pain he thought he was sparing you from. This time he did reach out, catching your hand in his and turning you gently to face him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, squeezing gently and savoring the feeling of your hand in his. “I thought this would be better. For both of us. The way I live now it’s…complicated. I didn’t want to drag you into it.”

“Don’t you think I deserve a say in that?” you countered, causing Steve to stop in his tracks. How had he never considered in all of this that you might want him as much as he wanted you? You took his other hand in yours and laced your fingers together.

“I supposed you do,” he replied with a soft smirk. “I’m sorry, doll.” Heat flooded your cheeks at the pet name, and you giggled softly.

“I’ll forgive you on one condition,” you said, releasing his hand and trailing your fingers up his chest. His breath caught as he looked down at you, shivering gently under your touch.

“O-Oh? What’s that?” he asked, rubbing your arm gently. You took a step back and smiled brighter at him as you reached behind you to unzip your dress.

“Swim with me,” you said. Blood rushed in Steve’s ears as he watched you slip your dress off, leaving you standing in your bra and panties. Your crucifix hung in the same spot as always and try as he might, Steve couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

“O-Ok,” he breathed, his hands shaking as he moved to pull off his shirt. He expected you to look away as he shed his clothes, but you didn’t. Your eyes scanned over his body as he stripped down to his boxers and he felt a small flash of self-consciousness in him.

“Enjoying the show?” he tried to joke, his cheeks burning. Still, your eyes drank him in as you nodded softly.

“Absolutely,” you said as you held out your hand again. “Come on. The water’s not getting any warmer.” Steve swallowed thickly as he took your hand and you led him into the water. It was much warmer than he expected, almost like a bath that had been drawn just for the two of you. Everything was out in the open and exposed but somehow Steve felt safe and secure with you. He followed you further and further until you were shoulder-deep in the water and you turned to face him again, shooting him another smile that sent him reeling. You were glowing. Stars reflected off the water’s surface and shone bright in your eyes as the moonlight sparkled on your skin. He recalled your father telling him you were sunshine but in this moment Steve realized he was wrong. You were moonlight and stardust with entire galaxies behind your eyes, and Steve found himself wanting nothing more than to get lost in them.

“I can see why you like this,” he said softly, behind his knees to bring himself level with you. You hummed softly and nodded, tilting your head up to the sky.

“Everything here is always so loud and busy. When I’m out here it’s the only time I feel like I have any quiet.” He nodded in agreement as he moved closer to you, watching your hands skim back and forth over the surface of the water.

“I know what you mean,” he said softly. “Everyone’s always expecting something from me. It’s nice to take a break from all that.” You closed the gap between you and reached out to trace your fingers along his arms. Steve shivered despite the heat of the night and the warm water, stepping closer still. Your hands ran up his arms gently before sliding slowly back down his chest.

“Steve?” Every time you said his name it set butterflies off in his stomach, and your fingers dancing along his chest did nothing to help.

“Yes, doll?” he replied. His hands seemed to reach out of their own accord, sliding down your sides and fitting themselves gently around your hips.

“Are you ever gonna kiss me?” Steve’s hands froze at your waist as yours traveled up, your fingers brushing lightly against his jaw. This was the exact thing your father had told him not to do. His heart thudded so loudly in his chest he was sure you could hear it and your touch left goosebumps in its wake. He knew he was making a mistake but that didn’t stop him from drawing you closer. Promises be damned. He wanted you.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispered, leaning down so his lips were mere centimeters from yours. He watched as your eyes slipped closed and you nodded quickly.

“Please,” you breathed, sliding your hands behind his neck and into his hair. He took one more look at your chest rising and falling quickly with your crucifix nestled between your breasts before he leaned in to capture your lips with his.

You tasted like honeysuckle and maple sugar. Your lips were just as soft as Steve had imagined them to be. He kept kissing you slowly, pulling you as close to him as he could get you. Your fingers found the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling another shiver from him. He could feel the smirk that played on your lips as he pressed his chest against yours. He never wanted this to end. Right now there was no running, no accords, no wondering which safehouses were really safe. All there was in this moment was your lips on his and your arms around him. The world could be ending for all he knew, and Steve didn’t care. He could have spent forever kissing you and he was sure it wouldn’t be enough time. Soft moans fell from your lips as your hands slid down his chest. His skin flamed under your touch and he squeezed your hips gently. He wanted more. He wanted you. To see you pleading and falling apart under him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he kissed you deeper, and he felt you shudder against him. Your fingers dug lightly into his chest and Steve knew he was at the edge of a decision. If he kept going he wouldn’t be able to stop. Your kiss was intoxicating and every second he spent with his lips on yours he could feel his self-control slipping. But he couldn’t. Not here. With every ounce of strength he possessed, Steve pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against yours. Air flooded back into his lungs and he realized just then how bad they had burned for it a second before.

“Doll,” he panted softly, keeping you close. “You keep things up you’re gonna make me a sinner.” You smiled and kissed him softly again.

“Maybe that’s what I want, Captain,” you smirked, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth. Steve groaned softly and brought his hands up to cup your face, pulling you back gently to look you over. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips were swollen and Steve was positive he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.

“Oh, babygirl,” Steve mumbled softly, brushing his thumbs along your cheeks. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.” You giggled softly and smiled up at him.

“We should get inside,” you said, still running your fingers along his chest. He groaned softly and leaned in to kiss you again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me darlin’,” he said. “Let’s go.” You slid your hands along his arms and took his hands in yours, squeezing softly. He led you from the water and gathered your clothes, kissing you one more time before getting dressed. The two of you made your way back toward the house, giggling and stealing kisses as you went. Your wet clothes clung to you, sending shivers through you both. Steve felt lighter than he had in ages. He was laughing for the first time in as long as he could remember as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed kisses to your cheeks. The sound of your laughter filled the air as you held him close, stealing more kisses.

“Shhh, Steve,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “We have to be quiet or we’ll wake up Daddy.” His heart froze in his chest at the mention of your father. He felt like he’d been doused in ice-cold water as he looked up at the house. It towered over him, more menacing than it has seemed when you left, and he could see the light on in your father’s window. The curtains were drawn but he still felt like someone was watching him. Beside him you stiffened, seeming to sense the shift in his mood. You followed his gaze up to the house and reached up to cup his face, turning it gently to face you.

“Hey,” you whispered, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “It’s ok. Everything is going to be ok. I promise.” Steve smiled and took your wrist in his hand. He turned to place a gentle kiss to your palm, closing his eyes.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.” You smiled softly and nodded, leading Steve around to the back of the house and sneaking in through the back door. You both climbed the stairs quietly, sidestepping the ones that creaked so as to not wake anyone. Steve couldn’t help but rake his eyes over you, hypnotized by the way your dress clung to your wet skin. He thought about peeling it off of you, along with everything that was underneath it. He thought about taking you apart piece by piece and seeing you writhing and whimpering underneath him. Suddenly and without warning, your father’s words played again in his head, filling him with unease.

We’re broken men, so desperate to feel somethin’ that we grab the first good thing we find and hold on tight, hopin’ like hell their goodness is enough to fix us. But it never is, son. All that happens is we end up breakin’ them too.

His steps faltered as you reached your door and turned to look at him, your brow furrowed. A shadow of hurt and confusion passed over your face.

“Steve?” you asked as your face fell. “Is everything ok?” Steve’s chest tightened as he swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Y-Yeah, sweetheart,” he said, offering you a soft smile. “I just think maybe I should say good night.” His heart lurched as the hurt spread fully across your face and he wanted more than anything to pull his words back and swallow them.

“Oh,” you said quietly. “Sure. I understand.” You took a step back and reached for your doorknob and Steve could see the reflection of tears already forming in your eyes.

“No, baby it’s not like that,” he said, moving to cup your face in his hands. “I just meant…I don’t want to rush into anything. We have time. I’m not going anywhere, ok?” He brushed his thumbs along your cheeks and waited for the smile to break before he let out the breath he was holding.

“Ok,” you said, reaching up to rub his arms gently. “But you have to kiss me goodnight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to yours again.

Raindrops tapped against Steve’s window the next morning, pulling him from dreams about your lips on his and his hands on your skin. The ghost of the smile he’d fallen asleep with still played on his lips as he stood up to get dressed. The storm he’d heard the night before had finally found the house and thunder rumbled in the sky. It was Saturday which meant you’d be up already and on your way into town to get groceries. He had a few hours to kill before you’d be back and a host of thoughts banging around inside his skull. He grabbed his tablet and decided to head out into the barn. Your father would no doubt be in the house with weather like this and Steve definitely didn’t want to see him. Not yet anyway. The barn was his favorite spot on the farm. Well, second favorite now. On rainy days like this it was quiet and warm, the perfect spot for him to hide and think.

Steve made his way downstairs and darted out through the rain, sliding the heavy barn door closed behind him. Once he was inside he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Fresh hay had been laid down by one of the farmhands this morning and its scent mixed with the heavy one of the wet earth that wafted in through the open window. It filled Steve with calm as he climbed up into the loft. He found a spot near enough to a window that he could hear the rain but far enough away that he wouldn’t get wet and sat down, unlocking his tablet. He flipped through some of the files absently and let his mind wander.

Conflicted was an understatement. He didn’t know what to do about you. From the first moment he’d met you he knew there was something about you. Maybe it had something to do with you being the innocent preacher’s daughter. Maybe it was being on the run without someone warm in bed beside him for so long. He shook his head softly and flipped to another file. He knew it was more than loneliness that caused you to drive him absolutely crazy. Especially after last night. Now, more than ever, Steve wanted to know everything there was to know about you. He wanted your laughter in his ear and your soft touches against his face. Even more than that, he wanted you tangled in his sheets at night and wrapped in his arms as you slept. He could ask you to run away with him, he supposed. After all, once your father found out Steve had broken his only rule they would all be forced to leave.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head. He couldn’t do that to you. If he took you with him, he would be doing exactly what your father warned him about. Life with him was a life on the run. The second he’d entered your home you and your father had become accessories to the laundry list of crimes the team had committed. Harboring a fugitive was hardly an ideal way to start a relationship. Steve had always prided himself on being this stalwart and true hero and now here he was, a breath away from pulling you into his disaster of a life. His mind was still buzzing when he flipped to a new screen on the tablet. He had somehow ended up in the files Natasha had dumped after Project Insight had gone down in flames and something familiar caught his eye.

The picture on the screen was in black and white, but it showed a house that Steve recognized. He tilted his head and brought the screen closer. A pit formed in his stomach as he took in the shutters, the door, and the tree in the front yard. It was your house. He was sure of it. He could picture you on the porch calling out for him to help you with the chores. Steve’s brow furrowed as he flipped to the next picture which showed the location of your home on a map with a small label beside it.

HYDRA Operative #31074. Status: Retired; Under protective custody. Threat level: Minimal

It felt like someone had taken Steve’s lungs and forcibly squeezed all the air from them. The tablet shook in his hands as he read the words over and over. This couldn’t be right. There had to be another explanation. Fury wouldn’t have added a HYDRA operative to the small list of safehouses he’d managed to put together for Natasha. Would he? Tentatively, he scrolled further, looking for answers. The next screen showed an email sent from a name he didn’t recognize to Jasper Sitwell.

J-

Fury has been eliminated but the asset is compromised. Not sure Insight will succeed. Requesting immediate extraction with protection to farm.

-X

Steve still felt sick to his stomach as he looked down to Sitwell’s reply.

Understood. Extraction at 0700 tomorrow. See attached photo for approved protection detail. Cover instructions to be provided by detail. Reconvene in 3 months.

There was a file attached to Sitwell’s response and as much as he didn’t want to, Steve knew he had to open it. He understood little of what the emails referred to, but he knew the asset they were referring to was Bucky and his failed attempt on Fury’s life. His hands were still shaking and his head spinning as he reached up and tapped on the icon. The second the file opened and he saw your face, he threw the tablet aside and stormed from the barn.

That image would haunt Steve for the rest of his life. Seeing you in tac gear with a gun drawn and blood streaming down your face was more than he could bear. How could this be happening? He’d woken up this morning thinking he was falling in love with you, and now everything was falling apart faster than he could even think. You were HYDRA. Both of you were. And he’d let his team walk right into your house.

He barely noticed the rain against his face as he sprinted back to the house and yanked open the door, nearly tearing it off its hinges. Steve needed answers and since he knew you wouldn’t be back yet, your father was his next best source. He scoffed to himself at the thought. Your father. Clearly, that had been the first of who knows how many lies you’d told him. He wasn’t even sure he knew your real name at this point. For all he knew this had been some elaborate plan to take him out. And he’d let you in. What a fucking idiot he’d been.

Steve’s stomping footsteps echoed throughout the empty house as he searched for the false preacher. The living room, the kitchen, and the dining room were all empty, but he could smell cigar smoke coming from somewhere in the house. He took the stairs two at a time and made for the office at the end of the front hall. They had all been told on their first day that the office belonged to your father and he asked that none of you go in, but as Steve got closer the smell of smoke got stronger and stronger and he didn’t care to cater to a liar’s request. Once his hand was on the doorknob he registered the sound of movement from inside the room. With a deep breath, Steve tugged open the door.

The old man sat behind his desk, a fat cigar sticking out of his mouth. He took a long drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke as Steve looked around and took in the room. Every inch of the walls and every shelf that was hung was covered with newspaper clippings, and most of them were about Steve. Some of them were from the ‘40s, celebrating his victories and losses overseas, and others were from after he was found in the ice. His eyes found words from the battle of New York and the bombing in Vienna before stopping on the man behind the desk.

“I was wonderin’ when you’d find out,” the old man said, taking another drag. “For her sake, I was hopin’ you wouldn’t.” Steve was slightly taken aback by the calmness in his voice. It was the same calm he had exhibited when he’d warned Steve to stay away from you. He’d entered the room prepared for a fight, but it became quickly apparent he wasn’t getting one.

“You’re not even gonna deny it?” Steve demanded, balling his fists.

“What’s the use?” the preacher replied with a shrug. “S’clear you know. I’d just be wastin’ both our time.”

“Fury trusted you,” Steve hissed through gritted teeth. “We trusted you.”

“Cuz I never gave him or you a reason not to,” he said, finally looking into Steve’s eyes. “I’m not some great villain, Captain. I’m just a man. Like you. A man who made mistakes. I made a name for myself at SHIELD when I was approached by HYDRA. I tried to tell them no. But they had my family. So I traded information to keep them safe. In the end, it didn’t matter. HYDRA killed ‘em anyway. By then I was too deep to get out and had nothin’ left to lose. When I realized SHIELD was about to fall I was ready to put it to bed and Sitwell set this all up.”

“Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” Steve snapped. “You think you can make excuses for selling out your country and all will be forgiven? How many people died because you were in too deep?”

“S’not an excuse,” the preacher said. “Just an explanation. That girl out there had less of a choice than me. They pulled her into this as a kid and brainwashed her into thinkin’ she was doin’ good. She got sent here for me and even when everything fell apart and she could have gone back, she stayed. She’s been here this whole time to take care of me. And I can tell she loves you. Remember that before you write her off. Whatever her past might be she fell for you here and now.”

Stunned silence filled the air and Steve found himself fighting to maintain his anger. He expected a real confrontation and maybe even a physical one, but instead, he’d gotten a glimpse of the man behind the curtain. The façade had tumbled down and all that was left was the cold, hard truth staring back at Steve in the preacher’s eyes. Sadness and pity mixed with the rage that still burned in his gut.

“We’ll be gone by nightfall,” he said coldly, earning a sigh from the old man. He stood, his joints creaking as he did, and hobbled to the door.

“Can’t say I’m surprised by that,” he mumbled. “Might be best if you’re gone before she gets back.”

“Best for who?” Steve snapped, his eyes following the old man to the door. Thunder tumbled gently as he stood in the doorway and looked back at the captain. Steve once again saw the weariness in his eyes and it somehow looked ten times as heavy now that the veil of deception had lifted.

“For all of us,” he answered before turning to leave the room.

“Why did you tell me to stay away from her?” Steve asked quickly. “She’s not really your daughter, so why did you put so much into trying to keep us apart?” He sighed again and kept his eyes on the floor.

“She might not be my blood but she’s my girl,” he replied. “I knew if she fell for you it’d end up like this. I was tryin’ to spare you both.” With that, he left the office.

Steve stood rooted to the floorboards for several moments. Anger wailed in his chest as he listened to the rain beating against the window. The storm was picking up. The pain of finding out the truth about you hurt him more than any bullet hit or knife wound ever could. He felt like a fool. They had been on the run for so long, so far removed from society and human contact that Steve had stupidly been willing to run into the arms of the first person with a soft smile and some pretty words. A loud peal of thunder pulled Steve from his thoughts. He had to get out of this house. One more second here would be a second too long. He turned on his heel and marched from the office, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

The walk back to his room took eons. His breath was tight in his chest and the walls seemed like they were closing in on him. When he finally made it back he had every intention of throwing his clothes hastily in his bag and rushing Sam and Nat to do the same, but instead ,on instinct, he looked out the open window at the willow tree. Steve had left it open on purpose, hoping the rain would have cooled off the room. If it did, he couldn’t tell because the second he saw the long branches of the tree dipping in and out of the river his entire body flushed, and he was overcome with the memory of you standing there with that damn smile on your face. He remembered the way your skin felt under his hands and how perfectly your lips fit against his. They were so intense, and Steve became so lost in them, that he almost didn’t register the sound of your car door slamming shut.

“Daddy?” you called, breaking Steve from his trance. “What are you doing out here in the rain? You’ll catch your death.” The curtains billowed in the wind as Steve listened. He forced himself to focus as your father told you everything. Even over the sound of the rain he could hear you drop your bags and whimper as you pleaded with your father, begging him to tell you it wasn’t true. It wasn’t until you started running toward the house that he moved. He grabbed his duffle and threw it on the bed. Your footsteps echoed on the stairs and you called his name as Steve began to roll his clothes and shove them in the bag. You appeared suddenly in his doorway, panting hard and staring at him with wide eyes. Even now, with all the anger he felt, Steve couldn’t help but think how beautiful you were. The rain had matted your hair to your face and your dress to your skin. It was the same white one you had worn the night he’d arrived, splattered with mud on the bottom from where you’d dropped your bags. Steve faltered for a moment when he saw the way your chest heaved but quickly turned back to his packing.

“Steve,” you breathed, your voice laced with desperation and longing. That was enough to stop him cold. His hands shook as he set his clothes down and looked up into your eyes. You looked different. Gone was the innocence you’d carried as the preacher’s daughter. Someone less trained probably wouldn’t have noticed the change in the way you held yourself or the fact that your eyes scanned the room more often than normal. But Steve did, and the instant he did he felt his heart shatter within his chest. He opened his mouth, ready to scream and fight, but you took a step forward.

“Don’t,” you begged, stopping him before he could start. “Don’t say it. If you say it then it’s real and all this falls apart. So, please Steve, for once in your life just shut your god damn mouth.” There were tears in your eyes. Steve hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected any of the things that had happened since he woke up. Maybe your tears were important. Maybe they meant that your father was right, and you really did love him. That didn’t matter now. There was no way he could trust you and he was still so mad that all he wanted to do was punch something. He cocked his head and tossed his clothes aside, walking over to you and pulling you into the room, slamming the door behind you. A small whimper escaped your lips as he pushed you against the wall and kissed you hard.

This was nothing like the kisses he’d given you the night before. When you were in the water his kisses had been soft and sweet, your lips rolling gently over each others. Now, with the truth exposed and your secrets known, they were hard and rough, all teeth and tongue. Steve caged your head with his arms, pressing his body against yours and pinning you to the wall. Your hands found his hair and you tugged gently as you kissed him back and fruitlessly fought him for dominance. He was Captain America, after all. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed, covering your body with his a second later.

Steve lost himself in you. Every ounce of anger and frustration he felt flowed through him like a river as his body ran over yours. Neither of you knew exactly how much time had passed in his bed but you didn’t care. Steve forgot everything that wasn’t you under him, your fingers laced with his over your head, or the breathy moans he pulled from you with every thrust of his hips. He could feel himself drowning in you, and part of him hoped that he would. By the time you both collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and sticking to the sheets, the storm had passed, and the moon was peeking through the window. Steve’s heart hammered in his chest and his breath came in pants as he looked down at you. Your legs were still tangled in his and your head rested on his chest as you closed your eyes. He could see bruises beginning to bloom all over your body; teeth marks on your shoulders, handprints on your hips, fingerprints on your neck. His hands shook slightly as he brushed some hair back from your face. For a moment he wondered what your father would say when he saw you like this, and then he remembered. With your cover blown he had to assume this was the end for the farmhouse. His mind buzzed and brought him back down to earth as he absently traced patterns along your shoulder. He listened to your breathing, waiting to move until it had evened out. Slowly, he untangled himself from you and stood up. He moved quietly around the room, gathering his wildly discarded clothing and quickly redressing. Your back was to him as he picked up his duffel and stood with his hand on the doorknob, taking one last look at you. Moonlight flooded over your skin, making you almost seem to sparkle. To any outside observer, Steve would seem cruel right now, leaving you as you slept without a word. With a sigh, he opened the door.

“I love you, Steve,” you whispered, stopping him dead. “I know you probably don’t believe me, but I never lied about how I feel for you. That was real.” The blood in his veins ran cold. He kept his eyes on you, half-expecting you to jump out of bed and beg him to stay. You didn’t though. Steve wasn’t sure it would have worked if you did. Taking one last breath Steve left the room, closing the door behind him. He could hear the sobs that started to pour from you as he made his way down the stairs and out the door.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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Their Doll 14

Sweetheart

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n and Steve have some time alone

Warnings: smut, lots of smut. Sweet sex. Maybe some swearing, knowing me there’s probably some

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"Hey, sweetheart." Steve grinned, pulling y/n into a quick kiss as she walked down to breakfast. She gave him a warm smile, leaning onto his touch as Steve wrapped and arm over her shoulders and pulled y/n into him.

"What just happened?" Clint mused, a frown settling on his face as his eyes flicked between the two of them. Nat quirked a brow, Thor smiled like and idiot and Tony rolled his eyes.

"I- I think they just kissed." Bruce supplied, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Finally." Nat muttered, pushing her food around her plate. Thor was still grinning, the curl of his lips boyish.

"What are you so happy about?" Steve asked, brows raised but tone playful.

"Just the fact that Tony here," Thor clapped Tony on the shoulder, "owes me 100 dollars now." Thor confessed, Tony's unamused expression making everyone laugh. Of course y/n's came out silent.

"You bet how long it'd take us to get together?" Steve inquire, and Tony smirked.

"No, I bet you wouldn't get the balls to ask her out because you're frigid and have no clue how to talk to women." He explained.

"I talk to Nat!" Steve countered.

"Nat doesn't count, she's a coworker. And most probably gay." Tony said flatly, and Nat merely shrugged when Steve looked to her for help.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Clint asked after the silence had ensued the room. Tony began to speak but Thor cut him off, earning the Asgardian God a glare.

"We're going to find Bucky." He said optimistically. Y/n instantly perked up, eyes flickering between the super soldier sat beside her and her dad across the table.

"What? Don't look at me!" Steve exclaimed, hands held up in surrender. Tony breathed a heavy sigh.

"That's not what we're doing. Finding my daughter's HYDRA escapade is merely a bonus, and that's if you could even call it that." Tony dismissed and y/n sent him a look at could kill. "Today, we are invading a HYDRA base, so I want everyone on their best behaviour." Tony said, eyeing up the avengers in the room. "And you're not coming." He added hastily, pointing a finger at y/n.

"How come?" Nat asked for her.

"Y/n has already been kidnapped by HYDRA twice, I don't feel like it's a good idea to give them the opportunity for a third time." Steve answers before Tony could.

"What is it with everyone and talking over me today?!" Tony complained, pushing back from his seat and dumping his empty coffee mug in the sink. "Meet at the quinjet at 12." Tony turned to leave, not even making it to the door before he was turning around to face steve and y/n again. "And you're not coming either." He said pointedly at the super soldier.

"Wha- why not?!"

"Because of your emotional attachment. I can't have you freaking out and falling onto a river again just because you had some minor nostalgia." Tony said dramatically.

"That's not what happened." Steve defended.

"Close enough." Tony waved off, leaving the room without another word.

...

"How are you?" Steve asked, perching himself beside y/n on the sofa whilst placing the bowel of popcorn on the coffee table.

Shit. We should be with them.

"I know, Doll. I know." Steve sighed, sinking back into the cushions and slinging an arm over the back of the sofa, behind y/n.

I just feel guilty.

"I get it, trust me, I do. I spent years feeling like this before I got the serum. I changed my form five times before Dr Erskine found me." Steve admitted, placing a soft kiss on y/n's cheek as a method of reassurance. "Now," he spoke after a moment, "what are we watching?"

Y/n grinned at that. She'd been catching Steve up with all the movies he'd missed, and at the same time checking out a few of the ones she'd missed in the four years she was with HYDRA.

A classic, one of my personal favourite movies. Or at least it was.

"And what is this movie called, darling?" It was that moment that y/n pressed play, eyes lighting up with excitement when the film begun to play. When the title screen flashed, Steve smiled slightly, having heard of the movie from all the avengers. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone flashed on the screen, y/n smile widening at the familiar words.

We're not stopping until we finish all 8 movies, just so you know.

Steve shook his head playfully. They'd been told the mission would last a few days, maybe even a week.

"Good thing Tony has lots of popcorn then." Steve muttered, settling back into the couch as y/n curled against his hard chest.

They barely began the fourth movie before Steve's hands were wandering slightly, skimming over y/n's thighs and tracing small circles into her skin with his thumbs. His lips kissed along the back of her neck, up to her ear.

Y/n turned her head slightly, giving steve a questioning look. He have her a mischievous smile, dipping his head down to her neck and continuing to kiss the smooth skin. Y/n gasped when his lips hovered over the scar, lightly brushing over the raised skin.

"M'bored." He mumbled, hands inching even higher until they skimmed the bottom of her shorts. Y/n let out soft sighs, leaning into Steve's touch. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth open in a silent moan when his thumb slipped into her shorts and brushed over her now damn panties. He smirked against her skin. "Looks like someone's not so bothered about finishing the movies anymore." He murmured.

Y/n turned around quickly in his lap, connecting their lips in a desperately slow kiss. Steve moaned against her mouth, hand travelling up to tangle in her hair whilst his other hand grasped her thigh and hooked it over his lap, so that y/n was straddling him. Her arm intertwined around his neck when she felt the bulge pressing between her legs, pressing down against it and grinding her hims.

Steve groaned, detaching his lips from hers and trailing them along her jaw, her neck, pulling down y/n's shirt collar slightly to kiss at her collar bone. Y/n threw her head back, hands grasping the bottom of Steve's t-shirt and tugging it over his head. Steve broke away from her for only the time it took to get his shirt over his head before his lips were latched to her skin again, teeth nibbling lightly at her collar bone before his kisses were trailing back up to her ear.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He breathed, biting her earlobe lightly. Y/n nodded, hands trying to find the bottom of her own shirt. Steve pulled away, hands cupping both her cheeks and forcing y/n to look into his eyes. "Are you sure this is okay?" He asked sternly, but his nose brushing hers affectionately said otherwise.

Y/n remained eye contact, nodding slowly so he understood. A massive smile spread over Steve's face, his lips connecting with her's in a passionate kiss, mostly teeth and tongue.

Before they new it, clothes were gone and Steve remained in only his briefs, kneeling on the floor in front of y/n. He picked up her leg, placing a soft kiss to her ankle, then her calf, then her knee. Finally, he reached her core, where he placed a teasing kiss over her clothed clit that made y/n buck her hips up.

"None of that." Steve chuckled, pressing an arm to her stomach to keep y/n's hips pinned to the sofa. He moved away, kissing the inside of her thighs teasingly while she gasped and sighed above him. Steve smirked against her, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties before slowly pulling her down her legs.

Steve buried himself between her thighs, eating y/n out like she was his last meal and he was a man starved. Y/n's mouth was permanently open, the lewd moans she would be making substituted with silence as Steve's tongue lapped around her clit, down to her entrance and back up again.

It had been nearly a month since y/n returned from hell, and they hadn't done much more than kiss. Y/n and Steve had decided to keep their relationship secret for a while, knowing that it may stun a couple of their teammates and not to mention how unpredictable Tony's reaction was.

As much a steve wished he could hear y/n moaning - no screaming - his name, Steve was just happy that he could finally get a taste of the girl he loved. Of course, she didn't know his feeling ran quite that deep yet. He moaned into her core, her taste, her sweetness, one he could devour for hours and still be unsatisfied. One of the things spurring him on were Bruce's words: in a few months, her voice should start to return.

Y/n came with a sinful arch to her back, and Steve happily lapped up everything she gave him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, heavy breathing echoing in the room and Steve fumbled to get out of his trousers and boxers. When they were off, he cooed gently in y/n's ear when she gasped at the size.

"I'll go gentle. If you need me to stop, for any reason, tap me three times with two fingers anywhere and I promise I'll stop." He assured, rolling a condom over his length.

The brightest smile spread on steve lips when the hoarse sound staggered from y/n as he pushed in. We're getting there, he thought. Her eyes widened, an excited sparkle to them in the realisation that she made a noise.

Steve's strokes were slow but powerful, bringing both him and his girl to the edge very quickly. The speed of their release could also be due to the fact that neither of them had been laid in a little while too. Steve's grin never left, the hoarse sounds still coming from y/n. She seemed pleased too, but was way to wrapped out in the feeling of his tip nudging her cervix to care.

When they came, Steve cried out y/n's name with a grunt and a groan, collapsing on the sofa beside her as both avengers tried to catch their breath back.

"That was...amazing." Steve sighed, smirking when he felt y/n nod against his chest, which she'd now curled into with a leg thrown over his waist. Steve pulled a blanket over them both, carding a hand through y/n's hair and rubbing smooth circles into her scarred back.

His fingers ran over the dips and bumps of the raised flesh, a pang of guilt eating at him when Steve realised everything she'd been through. He sighed deeply, sinking further into the sofa as y/n nuzzled into his chest further, he steady breathing telling him she was already fast asleep.

Steve could feel his own eyes drifting shut now, his long eyelashes scraping over his cheeks as sleep pulled him under. Little did Steve know, that the next few weeks would be full of sex with his girl, the act something she'd become obsessed with because she could make a sound whilst he was buried balls-deep within her.

It ended up driving the rest of the team mad, especially Tony. Y/n would try and pull Steve out of conference meetings, tease him throughout briefings and debriefings, keep him up all night when they had nothing to do the next day, just so she could hear her own voice again.

And don't get steve wrong - the sex was wonderful, like entering heaven, but the tiredness that ensued and pulled his whole being down like an anchor wasn't so great.

Everyone noticed it, but Steve would brush them off - after all, he only wanted to see y/n happy, and he loved hearing her voice, no matter how strained it currently was.

So when the team got back from their mission the first time they slept together, devoid of Bucky, Steve and the rest of the team decided to keep the rest of their missions to find the winter soldier on the down low. The shear disappointment steve had seen in y/n's eyes when they told her shattered him, made him want to cry as tears slipped down her reddened cheeks.

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fraks · 3 years ago

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LEVERAGE REDEMPTION 1x15 THE MUDDY WATERS JOB

- i can't believe this is the first part of the finale already. @cminerva and i have been speculating about the finale since the episode titles + descriptions were released. well, since before that, really, but the titles and descriptions gave us so much fodder, oh god. my prediction was that they'd do another first/second david job that would wreck us completely. so. you know.

- i watched all eight eps in a row, the night they were released, but @cminerva only got to watch the first two, so i had be very vague and spoiler-free in the texts i sent her when all i wanted to do was YELL, but once i got to the finale, i couldn't possibly be vague anymore, so i stated typing up my reactions in a notes file. that's gonna be super useful for this post now.

- ok let's do this! harry's daughter sneaking out, interesting start. harry's ex is beautiful. but jesus she REALLY traded down.

- harry delivering their mail. :') and eliot fixing the place up. EVERYONE IS SO AT HOME AT THE BASE. 😍 omg sophie's wearing a shirt that could definitely belong to harry.

- uhhhh wasn't tom baker nate's alias? side-eyeing the writers tbh. miss river song—hardison c'mon. LMAO TEDDY BEAR. harry and soph are so delighted, i love it. fjsjfhskdjfjjdjdjd "MISS SOPHIE DEVEREAUX, FROM ALL THE WAY FROM ACROSS THE POND!" harry your accent is ATROCIOUS. but THEY'RE FLIRTING!!! "stop it!" fjakfbskfjksfj HELP ME I AM DYING HERE. (now we've had him saying her name while she's actually in the room, but in a horrible accent, so like. all i want is one soft "sophie" right to her face. bonus points if they're naked.)

- "i need to give you some dialect lessons." - "i'll take 'em." i'm sure you will, harry. 😏 the only time i was ever this eager to learn things from someone was when i was head over heels in love with them, so. just saying.

- nooooooooo. sophie can't leave. SHE CANNOT. ugh parker's reaction is everything. she loves sophie so much and has been fighting to keep her with them since 1x01. and i don't think sophie has realised how much it really means to parker to have her there.

- i also live for harry's reaction. he's so crushed because he thought they had something. not the something he wants, but a friendship, at least. and she just talks so casually about leaving them all behind it crushes him. you can actually SEE his heart breaking.

- and then later he sends parker off with eliot and specifically assigns sophie and himself to a task, TOGETHER. i'm guessing he either hopes he can change her mind or, failing that, he wants to spend what little time they have with her before she goes.

- but first, harry's daughter shows up. lmao because she used the tracking app harry tried to sneak onto her phone to track HIM. :') i like breanna's nerd girlfriend, but if they'd made becky a few years older, breanna would currently be falling all over herself trying to impress HER instead. (yes, this was originally on my wishlist for s2. also yes, i am okay with not getting it.)

- "he never did business with really bad people like—" - "...like i did?" CALLED IT. @cminerva and i figured the strain in their relationship would have been harry's work, and not just the many hours of it, but more that he defended so many evil people. "i get it." oh maaaan it KILLS him to know his daughter thinks so badly of him. because he IS a good man, at his core.

- "what, was the monopoly man busy?" gjajfjskfjekd PARKER!!!

- lmao harry defends ethan so eagerly, sophie's little smirk makes me think SHE thinks harry and ethan might have been an item. before he drops the bombshell of ethan being married to harry's ex, that is.

- breanna going on strike is... idk, i'm torn. it's obviously mostly played for laughs, giving harry and sophie the task of hacking (😂), but also, the last time they weren't sure what to do, they voted, and the majority won. there was never any talk of strikes? it feels kind of weird and ooc to me that breanna just says no and basically abandons them, especially after harry's asked for help. and her attitude about the whole thing... not helping.

- but lmao harry planning to learn hacking from the binders. what a NERD. a clueless, naïve nerd, but a nerd nonetheless.

- "how hard can it be, hacking?" oh sophie, sweetie.

- lmfao "stupid little lawyer man." - "breanna!" - "i did something wrong..." you think, harry? 😂

- omg when eliot and parker come back to the base and ask what happened, sophie says "we (!) tried our hand at hacking", but harry points to himself while she says it. this is one of the many, many reasons why i love this character: he's so absolutely willing to own up to his mistakes—not just the big, obvious ones they're all trying to redeem him from, but just the small ones, too, and i think that's mostly noah's acting choices, i doubt any of that is scripted. it's making me very emotional because it's obvious noah loves this character, too. and the WAY he takes the blame for the things he did wrong just reinforces my headcanon of anxiety disorder harry who has had therapy.

- you REALLY left harry for this dude, grace? really? i mean i know looks don't mean anything in the long run, but jeeeeesus. this dude doesn't even come across as a good guy.

- lmfao parker carding harry i cannot. "oh look, he's human." i love her.

- that red top on sophie looks amazing. my wishlist for s2 had her in another red dress, but i'll take this, too. red on sophie is just... [chef's kiss]

- OUCH. that ethan guy is a piece of work. "i believe in being civil." okay two things. a) i like that harry doesn't, idk, hate his ex and that he didn't make it hard for her to leave and find someone else, someone even he considered "better", cause even back then, he KNEW what he was doing was wrong. b) but also, this "being civil" thing i think might just have been another symptom of his attitude of "never picking a side". it's a really easy way to make sure nothing ever touches you, that no one can ever blame you. if he HAD fought for his ex and made it hard for her to leave him, she could have thrown that back in his face. by staying "neutral" (or as he calls it "civil", cause lbr, there is no true "neutral" in a breakup like that), he made sure none of the immediate blame could fall on him. SHE left him. SHE asked for a divorce. stuff like that. but he knows now that it was precisely that, his INaction, that put the final nail in the coffin of his marriage. which ties in very nicely with what he says to sophie in that one scene in jackal job.

- "probably doesn't hurt that because of me, you don't have to pay alimony or child support." YOU LITTLE TWAT. harry has made a LOT of mistakes in his life, but i don't believe for a second that he would've minded paying alimony, let alone child support. i mean, he's a lawyer, for god's sake. if he'd wanted a pre-nup that would've kept him from paying alimony, he probably could've had one. and we KNOW he's loaded. and especially now, he no longer cares about the money. i mean, he's been living in a room in a slightly run-down old theatre with four housemates, basically, instead of staying at his presumably huge and fancy own apartment or house.

- another "sophie". i want harry to say her name all the time thanks. 😭

- EVERYONE EATING TOGETHER AGAIN! lol i can no longer watch these guys (or any other fictional characters) eat chinese food without thinking about the audio commentary for the original show. 😍

- oooh good plan, parker. you go to the platform and take eliot and breanna with you. it'll give harry and sophie some time alone. 😏

- "the security of my family" u g h harry listen. your daughter is your family, OBVIOUSLY. but your ex is not. if anything, this TEAM is your family now. this is what @cminerva i were afraid of, that by making harry's ex's husband a bad guy / mark, the writers would open the door for harry to go back to his ex. and i'm 100% against that, and not only because i ship h/s. that's not even my main reason, actually, though i will admit it plays a big role. no, the main reason is that harry is a different person now. and going back to his ex would throw him back into a life that he once had but left, even just by NOT acting when she left him. and if he's back in that situation again, well. it's very easy to fall back into old patterns once you're back in a familiar environment, isn't it? i'm not saying his ex would drive him to doing bad things, or that she did that when he first went crooked. no, that was HIS choice. but thanks to harry and now ethan, she's always had a certain standard of living that she no doubt wants to keep, and harry would fall over backwards trying to make that happen, and lbr, these guys don't exactly make money from conning bad guys. as far as we know, the original team still lives off their one big score from nigerian job, personally. hardison probably makes sure leverage international has some income for bases and clothes and props and whatnot, but personally, i doubt these guys would take so much as a penny from a mark if that penny could instead go towards helping people. so harry has not had any official income since the beginning of the season. he probably has assets that generate income for him, but the money he got from being a lawyer was probably his main source. and he'd want to make his ex happy, so he'd probably slip back into doing bad things, and i DO NOT WANT THAT FOR HIM. my little baby thief who's been working so, so hard on his redemption.

- SOPHIE WITH A PONYTAIL. i was so looking forward to this and it's just as hot as i expected. what is even hotter than i expected is that PINSTRIPE VEST SHE'S WEARING.

- "why would you be covered in oil?" ghskfhsifhkehfkejf 😂 it only just occurred to me that these bits are 4th wall breaks, in a way. i just hadn't realised because they're DONE SO WELL. (i ususally hate 4th wall breaks.)

- "oil happens." gjskfbksfnksbfjefbjdnfjeke I CANNOT.

- lol i have absolutely no notes about this upcoming h/s scene from the first time i watched the ep, so i'm guessing i was too overwhelmed.

- "i thought i might find you here." SHE LOOKS SO GOOD. and she knows where his ex lives, which i assume is where they used to live together.

- "when i lost grace, i reconciled myself to the fact that i lost her to a better man. a decent man. maybe i didn't deserve her." OUCH. and exactly what i suspected. there's no way that this wonderful, wonderful man doesn't have anxiety over all the bad things he's done.

- "is that it? have you been seeking redemption for grace and becky?" GOT IT IN ONE, SOPH.

- "if you can't use the law as a guideline to show you what's morally right and wrong, then what do you have?" a) leverage asking the TOUGHEST questions since 2008. b) he's not wrong. c) i don't think i can imagine HOW hard it must be for him, this whole redemption process. i mean, he knows he did the wrong things. but how does he know that? because it FELT wrong. and because he saw other people's pain. and then because the crew has been telling him. but the law, the thing he's spent his entire life on, tells him the exact opposite. so all this time, all these months now that he's been with the leverage team, there has always been a part of him that has told him what he's doing NOW is wrong. because it's against the law. and i think a part of him is always going to be struggling with that if he stays with the team.

- "mr. wilson, i think you need to recalibrate your entire thinking about morality. life isn't always as clear-cut as we'd like. life's complicated." THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE DEFINING QUOTE. OF THIS ENTIRE SHOW.

- "how did you recalibrate your thinking about morality?" - "well. there is honour amongst thieves. i started there." i am SOBBING. i know this episode and this entire season really is about harry, but my GOD. sophie has grown SO much, since nigerian job obviously but also since the end of leverage 1.0 and even since the beginning of 2.0—so, so much. talking about harry and his arc comes to me fairly easily, but talking about sophie is just. hard. she means so much to me. i might come back to this in another post. i do want to talk more about her arc in this entire season.

- on a more shallow note, JEEEEESUS gina is gorgeous. and idk if that was a coincidence or ~filming magic, but it's overcast in this scene EXCEPT for the moment when sophie says "there's honour amongst thieves". it's not a lot, but you can tell that the sun comes peeking out for that one second and hits her face and she just GLOWS. JFC.

- also i know it probably doesn't mean anything, but when sophie leaves, the way harry turns and looks back at what i assume is his old house (i.e. his ex and his old life), then turns back to sophie and looks at her and then walks after her DOES THINGS TO ME. it could be such a beautiful metaphor for the way he's being torn in half.

- awwwwman, the kids talking about sophie leaving. "she's gotta find out who she is." !!!!!! I JUST!!!!! i think i've got something about this in my "yell at @cminerva" notes for the next ep, so i'll just. stop for now. but i have all the feelings anyone has ever had about this.

- nooooo i think harry just got all dressed up to meet his ex. GDI WRITERS WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

- yeaaaah they've just tanked the ot3. i am UPSET. "i've always admired you and hardison's relationship." AS IF YOU'RE NOT PART OF THAT RELATIONSHIP YOU DUMMY.

- "i think the reason hardison and i work so well is because he's the first person who saw me. i mean, he really knew me." is such a sweet thing to say, parker.

- awwww but. that was an eliot+parker scene that would be SUPER cute family vibes if it weren't for that bitter anti-ot3 aftertaste...

- LMFAO SOPHIE IS HAVING ELIOT'S BABY 😂 i know at least one (1) person who will appreciate this tidbit. i love how sophie just like, goes with the "sweetheart". you can almost SEE her thought process. "ah, eliot's not alone. guess i'm having his baby!" and lmfao breanna "baby?" dhakhfksbdjejd

- harry doing actual lawyering in court? HOT AF. i don't have a secret thing for lawyers or the law, but watching someone—anyone—be super competent is always crazy attractive. (yes, this show makes me sweat a lot.)

- lmfao "how did you meet the missus? was it romantic?" what this episode DESPERATELY needs here is a flashback to the first time eliot saw sophie, playing lady macbeth in chicago back in nigerian job, and a shot of his horrified face.

- ugh harry don't run after grace. if this were any other show, or fanfic, grace would now ask harry about that gorgeous woman in the red dress. "oh grow up, harry. what did you think was going to happen? i was going to leave him and come running back to you?" wow maybe it was harry who deserved better all along. yes, it was naïve and frankly wrong of him to assume or even hope for this. but it was a GENUINE hope, a genuine wish, and i can't blame him for that. if he really HAS been trying to find redemption so his ex would come back to him (which i don't think he has—maybe that was part of it for him, but he's been wanting to be better for himself, too, and above all, for his daughter), it's going to be even harder going forward, knowing that outcome he hoped for isn't going to happen.

- "where's harry? all his stuff is gone, he cleaned out his room." oh shit they're doing it THEY'RE REALLY GOING THERE THIS IS FIRST DAVID ALL OVER AGAIN, ONLY IN REVERSE. oh jesus christ i did not expect this.

- PARKER+SOPHIE CUDDLE I CAN'T. 😭 I LOVE THESE PEOPLE SO MUCH. "you always knew that this was gonna be my last tour. i'm just not the same person i used to be. i need to go and figure out who the person is that i'm going to be." I AM A WRECK THANKS.

- and so is eliot ugh. these people threw him a baby shower like, YESTERDAY. leverage redemption really not pulling ANY punches, are they?

- oh fuck. OH FUCK. "well, let's just say that i've decided to recalibrate my entire way of thinking about morality." OH FUUUCK.

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National Enquirer, April 5

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Cover: Meghan Markle's secret psych analysis

Page 2: Heather Locklear has put on a lot of weight since she got out of rehab last fall -- she looks to be carrying 170 pounds on her five-foot-five frame and she looks to have gained 35 pounds

Page 3: Miranda Lambert has taken another swipe at ex Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani by dissing their upcoming nuptials -- Miranda has been urging mutual friends to skip the wedding and she's got everyone in Nashville and beyond all riled up and either you're Team Miranda or you're Team Blake, and if you're with him you can forget about being friends with her and she's forcing people to choose sides and she'll have no qualms cutting off anyone who attends Blake's wedding

Page 4: Alex Rodriguez struck out with fiancee Jennifer Lopez after she discovered his hot-and-heavy direct messages to a long string of women -- their four-year romance went foul after Southern Charm's Madison LeCroy publicly admitted she'd been in touch with A-Rod and Jennifer found out he'd reached out to other beauties through social media and Jennifer had had enough

* Concerned mom Jennifer Garner is struggling to cement her relationship with daughter Violet now that the 15-year-old is barreling through the turbulent teens -- Jennifer said the heartbreak is just that she's growing up at all and it's heartbreaking for the mom and for the teenager, needing to have that kind of severing of this baby-mama tie

Page 5: Chris Brown's spacey social media posts about aliens have close pals concerned about the R&B crooner, including his once-battered ex Rihanna -- Chris is obsessed with conspiracy theories and all things supernatural

Page 6: Disgraced Felicity Huffman is fuming about scuffling for plum parts while rumors swirl fellow felon Lori Loughlin has already been invited back into her old TV series and Felicity can't understand why she is being forced to go through the whole audition process while Lori seems to be welcomed back with open arms -- though she hates to do it, Felicity feels the only way she can get attention is to do a tell-all interview about her humiliating part in the scandal -- Felicity has scored a part in the ABC pilot Sacramento River Cats, though there is no guarantee the project will make it onto the air, but insiders and fans of the hit Hallmark series When Calls the Heart have all been filling the internet with talk of Lori's rumored return -- Felicity believes the only way to get public sympathy is to spill her guts, even though all she wants is put the scandal far behind her

Page 8: Stressed Tonight Show host Jimmy Fallon has been packing on the pounds as his talk show continues to battle with Stephen Colbert's Late Show and Jimmy Kimmel Live in the late-night ratings and Jimmy has been partying and pigging out to find any comfort he can as Tonight continues to trail the field in total viewers and Jimmy is over 200 pounds for the first time in his life and it's because he's overindulging to compensate for the show's struggles and Jimmy and the gym do not mix even though he had a full fitness center installed at his New York apartment years ago

* Debilitated diva Liza Minnelli's 75th birthday party turned into a disaster when her frail physical condition alarmed friends -- celebrity pals also joined a virtual bash for the legend, even though Liza insisted she didn't want a big fuss and Liza's manager threw the small dinner party on her birthday and about eight people, including Joan Collins, attended in person and several other friends, including Barbra Streisand, recorded video messages and performances for Liza but before the party, Liza was in such bad shape she told friends that she didn't want to participate or be seen on camera -- in the end, Liza, who's undergone multiple surgeries and struggled with substance abuse for years, agreed to join the gathering at the L.A. home of her longtime protege Michael Feinstein and Liza sang but she didn't look well and her voice is shot to pieces and she was propped up in a chair and barely moved from it because she can't walk well anymore and during a live chat during the party the hashtag #FreeLiza started to pop up and not everyone meant it as a joke and there's a feeling certain people have taken over her life and longtime friends have been frozen out and they fear she'll never appear in public again and they won't see her again before she dies -- when friends saw the videos the next day they were upset and very worried, saying Liza really appears to have declined

Page 9: Angelina Jolie has fired a shocking new salvo against ex Brad Pitt over custody of their five youngest children and her latest court documents allege domestic violence and even worse, some of the nearly dozen papers Angie just filed offer up a few of the kids to testify against their dad and Angie is now claiming she can offer proof and authority of domestic violence but Brad's lawyers are expected to respond with a vehement denial -- with the newest court filings, all of which are sealed, Angie is determined to get full custody of the kids and Angelina has fought tooth and nail to get what she wants in this divorce and when it comes to her kids she won't back down

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Farrah Abraham in a bikini, 50 Cent chased away his thirst with a drink at an Atlanta eatery, Natasha Lyonne of Russian Doll was on her game while playing chess on the NYC set, Selma Blair met up with a pal in Studio City, Reggie Bush showed he's still in fine form during a Mexican vacay

Page 11: Gwyneth Paltrow isn't above using a little goop to smooth out the age lines -- the lifestyle guru recently admitted to resorting to a teeny drop of Xeomin, which claims to be a uniquely purified choice for frown lines, to help her look less pissed off but she also admitted her history with fillers hasn't always been happy and she had a midlife crisis when she turned 40 and she went to see this doctor and it was a disaster and she was bruised and her forehead was completely frozen and she didn't look like herself at all -- she also admitted she believes there is still a lot of shame around surgery or injectables or fillers and it's like admitting a vulnerability -- she said she thinks aging is hard and when you see your face start to change, you don't necessarily feel your most beautiful, externally, but the irony is it's that time in your life when you actually really like yourself and love yourself

* Wendy Williams' handpicked hunk Mike Esterman has better buckle up because the daytime diva has already mapped out their future, and he's in for a wild ride -- Wendy boasted she chose her Maryland-based beau after receiving hundreds of submissions to her Date Wendy segment, but she's aiming to renovate the contractor and it's all about image, stylists and bodyguards for Wendy right now and she's already got a reality show in the works for them, a TV crew and photographers trailing them everywhere and his-and-her makeovers too -- she's gone from zero to 60 with this guy in a matter of days

Page 12: Straight Shuter gossip column -- Miley Cyrus is going country after her last two albums tanked -- Miley offended her core audience with her outrageous behavior and punk sound and she's signed with a new record label and the plan is to reintroduce her to the country audience that loved her dad, Billy Ray Cyrus, and once loved her -- Miley's behavior has overshadowed her talent for years and her new team will guide Miley back to her roots in the world of country and finding the right sound should be easy but can Miley find the right behavior

* Gayle King owes her glow on CBS This Morning to a new makeup artist and after being tended to by a fill-in makeup artist and told she looked better than ever, Gayle quietly dismissed her longtime makeup man but there's an unspoken code of ethics in the pro makeup world that if you're asked to replace a longtime client's makeup person, the appropriate answer is no

* The Sex and the City reboot isn't all cosmos and roses -- Sarah Jessica Parker was the show's executive producer, giving her much more power than her co-stars, but Cynthia Nixon and Kristin Davis will also executive produce the reboot and there's already tension -- sharing power is hard for anyone who's been the boss for years and it isn't one big happy family

* Rachel Brosnahan gets some puppy love on the set of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (picture)

Page 13: The knives are out for self-appointed queen bee of The Talk Sharon Osbourne after she was exposed as TV's meanest host -- the salty motormouth has been accused of a barrage of racist and anti-gay zingers, forcing the gabfest to go on hiatus while CBS investigates the claims -- former host Leah Remini claimed Sharon would frequently refer to then-co-host Julie Chen, who is Chinese American, as 'wonton' and 'slanty eyes' and Sharon also reportedly referred to her out lesbian co-host Sara Gilbert as 'p--sy licker' and 'fish eater' -- in a tweet, Holly Robinson Peete implied Sharon's racist comments led to her leaving the show -- Sharon also chased Marie Osmond on the show last fall and tried to take it over after Julie Chen quit in 2018 -- Sharon has denied all claims against her -- Sharon's big personality is central to The Talk, but some of these allegations, although none have yet been proven, are the kind of remarks that could be career-ending

Page 14: Crime

Page 16: Demi Lovato's shocking admission that she continues to puff pot and swill booze after multiple rehab stints and a near-fatal drug overdose has pals and addiction experts convinced the singer is courting disaster -- she dropped the bombshell in a recent interview and claimed indulging in those vices has helped her fend off more serious addictions and the chronic depression that has dogged her entire life -- Demi came very close to dying three years ago after she overdosed on opioids and it triggered three stokes and a heart attack, and a lot of people were terrified she would never recover and her friends are convinced she's put herself right back on the same self-destructive path -- Demi claimed she was sexually assaulted by her dealer on the day of her almost-fatal OD and when her assistant found her unconscious and surrounded by vomit following the wild binge, she was naked and she was blue and she was left for dead and she had unknowingly taken heroin that was laced with the powerful drug fentanyl

Page 17: Devastated Lisa Marie Presley is finding comfort in the arms of her first husband, Danny Keough, after their son Benjamin Keough's suicide -- Danny has given her a shoulder to cry on and he's the only one who can understand the despair she feels after losing Benjamin -- Lisa Marie has been inconsolable since Benjamin died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound and she's moved in with Danny in Woodland Hills, California and she's also struggled with substance abuse and the stress of an ongoing divorce battle from fourth husband Michael Lockwood -- although her marriage to Danny ended in 1994, he's remained close to the family, working as a driver and handyman for their actress daughter, Riley Keough and Riley couldn't be happier that her dad has been so helpful to her mother and it's taking a full team to keep Lisa Marie together and Danny was definitely proven he's still on her team

* The sudden death of Bobby Brown Jr. remains shrouded in mystery as the 28-year-old's autopsy report was placed on a security hold following a request from the LAPD -- the namesake son of Bobby Brown and his ex-girlfriend Kim Ward lived with his famous father in Encino, California, where the singer found him responsive -- Bobby Jr. has been doing drugs with pals and insiders suspected he was deliberately dosed with a fatal cocktail of booze, cocaine and painkillers

Page 18: American Life

Page 19: Tina Turner is using a new documentary about her life as a final farewell to fans after the R&B icon was rocked by a string of physical and mental health woes including the crippling effects of a 2013 stroke -- the eye-opening documentary Tina is a love letter to her millions of supporters and the punctuation mark to a life defined by startling professional success and heartbreaking personal catastrophes -- Tina admitted she's had an abusive life but at a certain stage forgiveness takes over -- in the documentary Tina confessed she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and has frightening flashbacks of being savagely beaten throughout her hellish 16-year marriage to the late Ike Turner and Tina's current husband, German music producer Erwin Bach, even compared his spouse to a shell-shocked soldier -- more recently, Tina has been battered by health crises after suffering a stroke in 2013 and being diagnosed with intestinal cancer three years later, mere months before her kidneys failed and Erwin donated one of his own to save her life -- Tina knows the end is near and this film is truly her last encore

Page 20: Match Game -- a round up of male and female celebs who look astonishingly similar, despite their opposite genders -- Sophie Turner and Boy George, Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber, Timothee Chalamet and Natalia Dyer, Tom Cruise and Tig Notaro

Page 21: Melissa McCarthy and Ricky Gervais, Eva Marcille and Terrence Howard, Bret Michaels and Fergie, Josh Hartnett and Clea DuVall

Page 22: Katy Perry sparked rumors she had finally taken the plunge with longtime love Orlando Bloom after she was seen sporting a suspicious gold band on her left ring finger while vacationing in Hawaii

* Scott Disick has confessed baby mama Kourtney Kardashian is the reason his relationships fail -- the reality TV slacker revealed his now ex-girlfriend Sofia Richie felt neglected because he spent more time with Kourtney and their three kids, saying it's definitely not easy that they see each other, work together and are friends but he's always been clear that his priority has been his kids and he even put it out there that taking care of Kourtney is one of his priorities

Page 26: Reality star fixer-uppers Jonathan and Drew Scott are sweating bullets over a lawsuit filed against their Property Brothers show by unhappy clients and the stress over the scandal is wreaking havoc with their personal lives -- Las Vegas couple Mindy and Paul King filed suit against Cineflix, the company that producers Property Brothers, and Villa Construction, a local contracting company, alleging they did a shoddy job repairing their home after the couple forked over $193,000 for renovations -- though the twin brothers aren't named in the lawsuit, they were concerned it could smear their reputations and upset their ladyloves -- Jonathan is close to marriage with actress Zooey Deschanel and Drew is wed to Linda Phan, who is the creative director for their company, Scott Brothers Entertainment -- they're both mortified by these allegations and they don't know what to tell Zooey and Linda, other than they will be cleared when the truth comes out but they're terrified that the bad press could derail the show -- Paul and Mindy answered a 2018 casting call and said they were assured all the work would be HGTV quality but Paul said that the place looks good from afar, but it's far from good and the Kings griped to the Nevada State Contractors Board, citing more than 90 complaints with the work ranging from unmatched baseboards to potential hazards -- as the case plays out, the brothers have been rattled by the controversy and they are stressed that this very public case is calling their work into question and there's a fear more people will come forward with similar charges

Page 28: Cover Story -- a top-secret psychological profile of Prince Harry's wife Meghan Markle paints the former actress as a mentally unstable ticking time bomb who couldn't cope with playing second fiddle to senior royals -- the explosive evaluation unmasks Meghan as a pathological liar and bipolar narcissist with histrionic personality disorder but the jaw-dropping findings about Meghan, who's pregnant with a sister for son Archie, don't surprise palace sources as Meghan's tears, tantrums and extreme mood swings had staffers terrified what she could do or say next and she was consumed with ambition and jealousy -- she married Harry expecting to be the royal superstar, but instead learned she'd always be second to his brother Prince William's wife, Duchess Kate and Meghan couldn't stand that she and Harry would always be in their shadow and wanted to destroy her in-laws but no one expected her to lob a nuclear grenade into her husband's family in a no-holds-barred TV special

Page 32: Health Watch

Page 34: Cara Delevingne confessed she used to be disgusted by same-sex relationships and was suicidal before coming to terms with her sexuality -- the model, who has dated actresses Michelle Rodriguez and Ashley Benson and singer St. Vincent, said she was trapped in a dark place and afraid before she publicly admitted to liking members of the same sex -- she said she grew up in an old-fashioned household and she didn't know anyone who was gay and she didn't know that was a thing and growing up she wasn't knowledgeable of the fact she was homophobic and she continued that the idea of being with same-sex partners, she was disgusted by that, in herself -- Cara, who identifies as pansexual, explained her sexual orientation is constantly changing and added she was so unhappy and she wasn't following her truth, that whole thing of having to fit into the box, she's an androgynous person

* Don McLean wants his decades-younger girlfriend to have the wedding of her dreams and he's set aside $1 million for the big day -- the American Pie singer has been dating model Paris Dylan for five years after an ugly divorce from second wife Patrisha Shnier -- Paris is totally unconcerned by the enormous age gap between the 75-year-old singer and 27-year-old model and wants to spend the rest of their lives together -- Don's going all out making sure she has the wedding that's fit for a princess and he's spending an absolute fortune, giving Paris the best of the best in terms of the venue and the food and the one-of-a-kind dress and Don's given her carte blanche to plan it however she wants, and people are expecting a seriously over-the-top affair

Page 36: Singer Andra Day turned to method acting to play jazz icon Billie Holiday, and it's paid off with an Oscar nomination -- Andra revealed she dropped 39 pounds and took up drinking and smoking to prep for the title role in the biopic The United States vs. Billie Holiday -- Andra doesn't recommend smoking and drinking, but she did it because she was just desperate for her first role -- Andra, famed for writing and performing the song Rise Up, also sings in the movie as Holiday, and changed her singing voice to reflect the music legend's pain

* Hollywood Hookups -- MTV reality stars Jenna Compono and Zach Nichols secretly tied the knot and their first child is due in August, Larsa Pippen is dating Myles Kronman, Ashley Jacobs and Mike Appel engaged

Page 38: Cindy Crawford said posing for Playboy was a snap compared to acting in movies -- Cindy said she really regrets starring in the 1995 bomb Fair Game, where she played a lawyer fighting a former KGB spy -- she said she never wanted to be an actor, but a producer begged her and he kept upping the price until she thought she'd be an idiot to say no, but she should have said no, or prepared herself better -- the experience taught her she's very comfortable in front of a camera, but only when she's being herself

* Former American Idol judge Randy Jackson is half the man he used to be and he couldn't be happier about it -- Randy has dropped a whopping 130 pounds to head off potentially deadly effects of his type 2 diabetes and did it in the healthiest ways -- he wrote in his book Body with Soul, it's a curse to be saddled with a disease that's life-threatening, but it's a blessing to get that huge wake-up call -- Randy admitted to crushing the scale at 358 pounds before getting gastric bypass in 2003 but now exercises and eats right and he's ditched sugar and gluten and he wants to be an example for other obese folks and show them they can get healthy and stay that way

Page 40: Tom Brady did an end run around fuming wife Gisele Bundchen by signing a four-year contract extension with his new Tampa Bay Buccaneers team after winning the Super Bowl -- the 43-year-old quarterback promised Gisele he would hang up his cleats after the upcoming season since winning last year's championship but changed his mind after snagging his record seventh NFL title with the Bucs -- Gisele is both angry and astonished because they had spoken about him finally settling down to be a full-time father and husband, but he can't stop chasing glory on the field and Gisele was stunned by his decision to re-up for another four years while the two were discussing expanding their brood and they had planned to have another child after buying their dream house on Indian Creek Island in Miami and they were even drawing plans for a nursery, and now that Tom's done a complete turnaround, everything is up in the air; it's caused some serious tension in their marriage

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Grammy Awards -- Billie Eilish, Megan Thee Stallion, Dua Lipa, Noah Cyrus, Lizzo, Taylor Swift

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