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ᡣ𐭩 the good girl . • ° 　 .　 *　:.　the proposition and the firecracker (3)

synopsis -- Rafe Cameron manipulates both his secretary and her fiancé Pope with a tempting business offer: a month in Morocco and a six-figure bonus that could change their lives—or destroy them.

warnings -- 18+- mdni, cursing, angst, rafe being rafe *sigh*, sexual advances, manipulation

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The following morning arrived with a weight of dread you couldn't shake. Your hands trembled slightly as you arranged your desk supplies, trying to ignore the ghost of Rafe's kiss that still burned on your lips. The office felt different now – every shadow held a memory of Rafe's darkness, every corner echoed with unspoken threats.

Then his shadow fell across your desk, and your heart stopped. Rafe loomed over you, his cerulean eyes gleaming with something that looked too much like triumph.

He'd dressed carefully today – crisp navy suit that matched his office walls, the ones he'd chosen because you'd once mentioned liking the color on him. Every detail calculated, every move choreographed.

"You're coming with me to fix the properties in Morocco," he announced, his voice soft but leaving no room for discussion. "I don't want to hear a no."

Before you could process the implications – before you could think about Pope, about the words Rafe had whispered to you at Roots, about that forbidden kiss that still burned on your lips, about all the professional lines you'd already crossed – Rafe turned on his heel and strode into his office.

The command in his posture was clear: follow.

And like a moth drawn to deadly flame, you did.

Your heels clicked against the floor as you trailed behind him, each step feeling like another thread in his web. He settled into his desk chair with the satisfaction of a predator who knew its prey would come when called.

The door clicked shut behind you with a finality that felt like fate.

"But Sir--"

"I thought I told you to call me Rafe?" His voice cut through the air, sharp as a blade.

"But Rafe--"

"Good girl." The praise rolled off his tongue like honey laced with poison, sending forbidden butterflies dancing through your stomach.

You watch as Rafe rises from his desk, coming straight towards you with that condescending stare that makes your stomach flip. Each deliberate step closes the distance between you, until there's nowhere left to retreat.

"Rafe, I--you're going to be in Morocco for the entire month of July." Your voice sounds small even to your own ears.

"Yes?" His cerulean eyes track your every movement, predatory and patient, as he effectively traps you between his imposing frame and the solid wood of his desk. The single word carries the weight of both question and threat.

"I can't do that, sir--Rafe," you stumbled over the name, watching his jaw clench at your slip.

"Well, why not?" The question dripped with dangerous calm.

"It's my engagement," you burst out, words tumbling faster as his expression darkened. "The $2,000 bonus I was given was just enough to afford rings--we're eloping in July!" The happiness in your voice felt suddenly wrong, like bringing a match to gasoline.

Rafe's face transformed as your words sank in. The bonus he'd authorized – his attempt at marking you with money – had instead funded Pope Hayward's claim on you. The irony of it twisted his features into something terrible.

His fist clenched at his side, knuckles bleaching white with barely contained rage.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. You watched as Rafe's knuckles whitened, as that muscle in his jaw worked overtime.

This wasn't just anger – this was something far more dangerous.

"We plan on just going down to the courthouse," you whisper, each word making Rafe's expression darken further. "The date's already set, and everyone's already RSVP'd--" Your voice trails off as Rafe's expression suddenly transforms into something that makes your blood run cold – a smile that's all teeth and no warmth, sharp and cruel and mocking.

In a moment of misguided politeness that you regret instantly, you stammer: "Of course, you're invited, sir--Rafe." The correction of his title feels like another mistake, another piece of ammunition you've just handed him.

The invitation itself hits Rafe like a physical blow.

His cerulean eyes flash with something dangerous as his mind processes the image: sitting in that courthouse, watching as some judge hands his girl over to Pope fucking Hayward.

The thought alone makes his vision blur red at the edges. A Cameron doesn't sit quietly and watch what belongs to them be claimed by someone else – especially not by a Pogue playing at success.

The way he's looking at you now makes your blood run cold.

But, a courthouse wedding...

How perfectly Pogue of Pope Hayward, Rafe thinks.

His cerulean eyes glitter with something dangerous as he processes this new information. No church, no reception, no grand celebration – just a simple ceremony for what belongs to him. The thought seems to offend him on a molecular level.

"But what about your job?" Rafe's voice softened to that dangerous velvet tone he used when he wanted something. "What about me?" he whispered, the words slipping out before he could catch them, betraying more vulnerability than he'd intended.

His smile flickered, a perfect performance of hurt that made your heart ache despite your better judgment.

"Do you realize how much of a bonus we can get from doing this deal in Morocco?" The question hung in the air between you, equal parts promise and threat, as his cerulean eyes searched your face for any sign of wavering.

He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his expensive cologne mixing with Rafe's last night's lingering sins.

His cerulean eyes held yours, swimming with what looked like genuine pain – but with Rafe Cameron, what was genuine and what was tactical often blurred into the same dangerous thing.

"All that stuff I said in the bathroom at Roots?" His voice dropped to barely above a whisper, raw with something that sounded like truth. "About you being the only one who sees me? That wasn't the vodka talking." His fingers found your wrist, not gripping, just resting there like a promise – or a threat. "You're the only person who's ever looked at me and seen past the Cameron name, past all the money and the mess, and seen me. You're my best secretary yet."

The words hang between you, heavy with implication. His touch burns against your skin, and you can't tell if this is masterful performance or if you're witnessing one of those rare, unguarded moments when Rafe Cameron lets his masks slip.

The most dangerous part isn't the uncertainty – it's how easily you find yourself being drawn back into his gravity, like a planet that knows its sun might burn it to ash but can't help orbiting anyway.

A heavy silence fills the space between you, stretching like taffy as you stare down at his hands now gripping your waist. Rafe's cerulean eyes never leave your face, drinking in every micro-expression, every subtle reaction.

His fingers flex slightly against the fabric of your blouse, memorizing the feeling of having you this close, of finally holding what he considers his.

The possessive triumph in his eyes makes your breath catch – this isn't just about Morocco anymore. This is about ownership.

"But Mr. Cameron, Sir, this is my Wedding," your voice cracked on the word, desperation seeping through as you pull away from his inappropriate grip on your waist, trying to create distance between your bodies. The movement feels like trying to escape quicksand – the more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

"My fiancé and I have been waiting long enough as it is to get married--" You start, and Rafe's cerulean eyes darken at your careful avoidance of Pope's name. He notices it, savors it – how you can't bring yourself to say "Pope" in his presence, as if speaking his rival's name might shatter whatever dangerous thing hangs between you.

As if some part of you knows exactly what saying that name would do to Rafe's carefully maintained control.

"And what's wrong with waiting another month?" Rafe's voice drops to that same dangerous velvet tone, the one that makes promises and threats in equal measure. He moves closer, again, until you're trapped between his desk and his body, the heat of him making it hard to think straight.

His presence surrounds you like a cage made of expensive cologne and dark intentions, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize he's positioned himself deliberately – ensuring you have nowhere to run.

"One month with me in Morocco," he continues, each word carefully chosen like a weapon. "The bonus alone could buy you a real wedding, the kind of wedding a girl like you deserves not some courthouse ceremony." His fingers brush your arm, feather-light but burning. "Unless, of course, there's a reason you're rushing to tie yourself to Pope Hayward before you have time to… reconsider your options."

The implication hangs heavy in the air between you.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" you challenge, pushing back against his desk to create space between you again, trying to ignore how even that small contact sends electricity through your body.

"What does what mean?" Rafe's feigned innocence doesn't match the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Please don't play dumb, Mr. Cameron. 'Reconsider my options'?" Your voice gains strength with indignation, spine straightening as you finally push back. "If you're implying something's wrong with my relationship, you're deeply mistaken."

Rafe's eyebrow arches with dangerous interest, his cerulean eyes gleaming at your defensive tone. Trouble in paradise? he thinks, noting how quickly you jumped to defend a supposedly perfect relationship. Like a shark scenting blood in the water, he catalogs your reaction for future use – another crack in the facade he can exploit.

Rafe's response is a low, boyish chuckle that shouldn't affect you the way it does – shouldn't make your breath hitch or your cunt to clench. The worst part is, he seems to know exactly what that laugh does to you, his cerulean eyes darkening with satisfaction at your visible response.

"All I'm suggesting," he purrs, leaning closer despite your attempts to maintain distance, "is that a month in Morocco might give you some… clarity. About what you really want in life.--"

About who you really want in life, Rafe thinks.

His eyes rake over you appraisingly. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking? I know you're young. Young girls like you shouldn't be rushing into marriage when there's a whole world to explore."

The condescension in his tone ignites something fierce in you. Nice save, Rafe, but not good enough.

"And perhaps," you counter, voice sharp with newfound courage, "I could say the same to you, Mr. Cameron. I suppose living under your father's ownership isn't something a man your age should be doing either, maybe you should follow your own advice about exploration and independence." You shrug, the gesture deliberately casual, but your words strike with surgical precision. It's a direct hit to his deepest insecurity, and you both know it – the way his jaw clenches and his cerulean eyes darken tells you exactly how deep that barb has landed.

Without waiting for a response, you storm out of his office, letting your anger carry you past the weight of his stare.

But even as you retreat, his words follow you like a shadow: One month with Rafe in Morocco. One month that could change everything – or destroy it all. The smart thing would be to say no, to run straight to Pope and never look back.

Yet as you sink into your desk chair, suddenly, the phantom weight of an engagement ring you can't even afford feels heavy on your finger. Despite your anger at his manipulation, despite your better judgment screaming warnings, you find yourself wondering what kind of clarity Rafe Cameron could offer under the Moroccan sun.

And fuck, if you're being honest with yourself, that extra Morocco bonus could solve a lot of problems. The kind of problems that Pope's courthouse wedding and earnest but empty promises can't fix. The thought sits in your stomach like lead – equal parts guilt and temptation, wrapped in the dangerous possibility of what saying yes to Rafe Cameron might mean.

As you sank deeper into your desk chair, a chilling thought suddenly struck you. How did Rafe know about your engagement to Pope Hayward? You'd never mentioned it to him, had been deliberately careful to keep your personal life separate from work.

The realization that he'd somehow known all along made your skin crawl, adding another layer to the growing mystery of exactly how much Rafe Cameron watched you when you weren't looking.

A firecracker you were. That's what kept repeating in Rafe's mind, smiling to himself, as he slouched in his leather desk chair, trying to regain his composure.

The slap you given him yesterday still burned on his cheek. Today's verbal assault stung even deeper. No one talked to Rafe Cameron like that – no one except you.

And fuck, if that didn't make him want you more.

No wonder Pope wanted to marry you. The thought made his blood boil, but he had to admit – that fire, that spine of steel beneath your professional exterior… it was intoxicating. You weren't just another pretty secretary. You were a force of nature trapped in business casual.

For ten minutes after your explosive exit, Rafe sat there, fighting both his rage and his boner. The way you'd thrown his daddy issues back in his face, matching his cruelty with your own – no one else had ever dared. Not his father's yes-men, not his business partners, not even Ward himself. Just you, his perfect, infuriating secretary who thought she belonged to Pope Hayward.

His body's reaction to your defiance was embarrassingly obvious, but then again, nothing about his obsession with you had ever been subtle. Every rejection, every sharp word, every flash of that fierce independence just made him more determined to break you down, to own you completely.

Morocco couldn't come soon enough, Rafe thought.

During most of his solo lunches, Rafe took himself into Cameron Development's newly remodeled canteen – a massive improvement over the old one, now boasting a Starbucks, Panera Bread, and McDonald's.

On his high-calorie days, nothing beat a Big Mac with fries, a guilty pleasure he'd never admit to his health-obsessed father.

Today, however, his appetite vanished the moment he spotted Pope Hayward holding court at one of the central tables. The sight of him, surrounded by laughing colleagues, made Rafe's jaw clench. Pope was clearly in the middle of some elaborate story, gesturing with his sandwich, playing the charming man that everyone seemed to love.

Rafe lingered by the McDonald's counter, watching through narrowed eyes as Pope checked his phone, probably texting you. The way Pope's face lit up at whatever response he received made Rafe's fingers curl into fists.

That should be his messages making you smile, his lunch breaks spent with you.

The Big Mac in his hands suddenly felt like ash in his mouth. Watching Pope play the perfect fiancé, the beloved colleague, the man who dared to claim what belonged to Rafe – it was enough to make him reconsider every non-violent solution to the Pope Hayward problem.

But then again, Rafe thought bitterly, remembering Ward's warning about Pope being untouchable. No matter how much he fantasized about making his rival disappear, Pope's position at R&P made him politically bulletproof. The merger was too important, the relationships too valuable to risk.

So, what the hell, Rafe thought, his lips curving into a dangerous smile. If you can't beat them, join them – and learn their weaknesses from the inside.

"Pope Hayward," Rafe interrupted, his voice cutting through Pope's animated story about some youthful adventure with his Pogue friends. "Long time no see."

The conversation at the table died instantly. Every head turned toward him, faces marked with varying degrees of wariness and surprise.

Rafe couldn't help but appreciate the poetry of the moment – gathered around this corporate lunch table were three men whose faces he'd bloodied more times than he could count: Pope Hayward, Topper Thornton, and Kelce Thompson (both whom he hadn't noticed until now).

The irony wasn't lost on him. These three ghosts from his violent past, now wearing suits and playing at respectability in his mid-thirties. Each one a reminder of who he used to be – and who he still was beneath his own expensive suit.

Pope worked for R&P, climbing the corporate ladder with irritating success. Topper had somehow landed a cushy position under Ward at their mainland branch. And Kelce, who'd never quite figured out the corporate game, still hung around like a remora fish attached to his more successful friends. When had these former enemies become such close allies? The thought made something twist unpleasantly in Rafe's gut.

"Ah, Rafe Cameron," Pope's response came with that insufferably casually witty tone that made Rafe's teeth grind. "What do you mean, I just saw you yesterday, remember that meeting on the Morocco properties?" He paused, a knowing glint in his eye. "You know, the one where you couldn't seem to keep your eyes off my fiancée?"

The word 'fiancée' hung in the air like a challenge. Pope said it so casually, so confidently – marking his territory while maintaining that easy smile. Topper and Kelce exchanged glances, sensing the dangerous undertone of what should have been a simple business reference.

Rafe's cerulean eyes darkened at the subtle jab. Pope might be younger, might play at being the easygoing professional, but there was steel beneath that casual exterior. He knew exactly what he was doing, deliberately reminding Rafe of both your engagement and his own awareness of Rafe's obsession.

The fluorescent lights of the canteen suddenly felt too bright, the space between them too charged with unspoken threats.

How bad would it look if Rafe eliminated Pope Hayward in the corporate canteen? Just reach across the pristine table and finish what he'd started all those years ago on the beach--and all those other times, and while he was at it, he might as well take care of Topper Thornton too – the ambitious little shit who keeps eyeing Rafe's position like a vulture circling dying prey.

Rafe wasn't blind to the bitter reality unfolding before him. He saw the way Ward looked at Topper during meetings – that proud gleam in his father's eyes that Rafe hadn't seen directed at himself since childhood. The same look Ward used to give Sarah. While Rafe drowned in cocaine and debt, Topper had transformed from childhood rival into everything Ward wanted in a son.

The perfect fucking fairy tale: Topper Thornton, who'd married Sarah Cameron in that lavish ceremony three years ago, becoming the golden son-in-law, the brother Rafe never wanted. Now he was one of the company's top performers, stealing deals right out from under Rafe's nose with that same prep school charm that had stolen his sister.

Each of Rafe's failures – the mounting debts, the drug habit he couldn't kick, his growing obsession with you – seemed to push Ward further into Topper's camp. It was only a matter of time before his father decided to make the switch, replacing his disgrace of a son with the perfect proxy he'd always wanted.

But then that strange voice echoed in his head again: if you can't beat them, join them. The thought was foreign, almost painful – submission had never been in Rafe's vocabulary. Yet for once, maybe playing nice could work to his advantage. Get close enough to learn their weaknesses, their secrets. After all, the best way to destroy someone was from the inside.

For the first time in years, Rafe Cameron found himself considering patience over violence. The thought scared him almost as much as it intrigued him.

"Topper, Kelce, long time no see as well." Rafe forced the words through a practiced smile, deliberately turning away from Pope before his fists made decisions his career couldn't afford. He studied Pope's easy demeanor carefully, looking for any sign that you'd told him about the bathroom incident.

If Pope knew about that kiss, about how Rafe had tasted his fiancée's lips and lived to tell about it, this pleasant lunch scene would be very different.

The Pogues might play at being corporate now, but Rafe knew better – if Pope knew, he and his band of loyal attack dogs would have already stormed Rafe's waterfront condo with their old fury, all pretense of civilization stripped away.

But Pope's relaxed posture and casual smile suggested the kiss was still your little secret.

"How's my sister, and my niece?" Rafe said suddenly.

The mention of Sarah hung heavy in the air – another reminder of everything Topper had that should have been Rafe's: Ward's approval, the company's respect, a perfect family.

"Sarah and I are doing fine," Topper replied, his tone carrying that subtle note of superiority that made Rafe's jaw clench. "Madeline just started to walk." He paused, letting his next words land like carefully aimed darts. "You'd know this if you called every once in a while – introduce yourself to your niece."

The judgment in Topper's voice was clear: here was another way Rafe had failed as a Cameron. Another box Topper could check off in his perfect son-in-law performance.

Even being an uncle was something Rafe couldn't get right.

The worst part wasn't Topper's smugness or Pope's knowing smirk – it was that they were right. Rafe had been so consumed with his own demons, with watching you, with fucking random girls from bars, with chasing cocaine highs, that he'd missed his own niece's first steps.

Sarah would never forgive him for that, but then again, Sarah hadn't forgiven him for a lot of things.

"Wow, Rafe, you haven't even met your niece yet?" Kelce's voice dripped with theatrical shock, adding unnecessary drama like the background character he'd always been. His comment made the weight of Rafe's failures press harder against his chest.

"What can I say, I'm a busy man." Rafe's smile didn't reach his eyes. Then, seeing his opportunity, he shifted his attention back to Pope. "Speaking of busy – Pope, got a minute? Need to discuss something about your--" Rafe pauses, swallowing down his pride, "fiancée's role in the Morocco project."

The atmosphere at the table shifted instantly. Topper's eyes narrowed with suspicion, while Kelce looked between them like he was watching a tennis match. But it was Pope's reaction Rafe watched most carefully – the slight tension in his jaw, the way his easy smile faltered for just a moment.

"Sure thing, dude," Pope replied, emphasizing the casual term just to irk him. "Though I'm pretty sure any discussions about my fiancée's employment should go through HR, not me."

Rafe's smile turned predatory. "Trust me, this is something you'll want to hear in private."

"What is it Cameron? I don't got all day for your bullshit." Pope's words bounced off the nautical-themed walls of Rafe's office – the ones he'd designed with you in mind, a detail that made this conversation even sweeter.

"What makes you think it's bullshit I'm about to tell you, and not something that can change your life?" Rafe settled into his leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "Or more specifically, change your courthouse wedding into something actually worthy of my secretary?"

Pope's eyes narrowed. "Get to the point."

"Morocco," Rafe said simply, watching Pope's reaction carefully. "The bonus alone would set you both up nicely. We're talking six figures, Pope. Enough to buy a real house, throw a real wedding. Maybe finally afford that engagement ring you've been 'saving up' for that she doesn't have to pay for?"

He let that sink in, noting how Pope's jaw clenched at the jab about his finances. "All you have to do is convince her to come with me. One month in Morocco, and you two could finally start living like Kooks instead of… well." Rafe gestured vaguely at Pope's off-the-rack suit.

"You really expect me to send my fiancée off to Morocco with you?" Pope's laugh held no humor. "I'm not an idiot Cameron, I see the way you look at her like she's a piece of meat--" His eyes hardened, that easy Pogue charm evaporating into something more dangerous. "Which I've been meaning to say to you--cut it out, dude, and get your own, that's not cool."

That "dude" hung in the air between them – a deliberate reminder of their age gap. Pope, still young enough to use such casual language in a corporate setting, while Rafe… well, Rafe was old enough to remember beating him unconscious for less disrespect than this.

The age difference had never bothered Rafe before. But now, watching Pope's boyish smile, knowing he was the one who got to wake up next to you every morning – it felt like salt in an open wound. You deserved someone more refined, more powerful. Someone who could give you more than courthouse weddings and young love optimism.

Someone like Rafe.

"No," Rafe's smile turned shark-like--similar to his father's. "I expect you to want what's best for her. Unless, of course, you're happy watching her work as my secretary forever, living paycheck to paycheck, settling for courthouse ceremonies because her fiancé can't provide better."

The words hung in the air like poison. Rafe could see them working their way into Pope's mind, past his suspicion and into that deep-seated insecurity about not being good enough for you. After all, what kind of man would deny his future wife a chance at a better life?

"Think about it, Pope," Rafe pressed his advantage. "One month of discomfort for a lifetime of luxury. That's all I'm offering. The question is – do you love her enough to let her have it?"

"You're full of shit." Pope spat the words like venom as he headed for the door.

"Just think about it, Hayward--" He watched Pope's shoulders tense. "And hey."

Pope paused in the doorway, and Rafe's lips curved into that dangerous Cameron smile. "If you convince her to come with me, and you find out I try to make any move on her, I give you all rights to kick my ass. How's that sound?"

Rafe watched with predatory intensity, head tilted slightly as Pope weighed his options. The soft 'tsk' that escaped Pope's lips only made Rafe's smile sharpen – like a wolf watching its prey realize it's already trapped. Every second of Pope's hesitation felt like victory.

Before either man could speak again, the office door burst open. You stood there, slightly breathless, concern etched across your features. "Mr. Cameron? Is everything alright? I saw Mr. Hayward leaving and-"

"Just discussing some properties, sweetheart," Rafe cut in smoothly, his predatory smile softening into something almost believable. "Weren't we, Pope?"

Pope's jaw clenched at the endearment, but he managed a nod. "Yeah, just business." He caught your eye, and for a moment, looked like he wanted to say more. Instead, he turned and walked away, the weight of his decision settling heavy on his shoulders.

Rafe watched you watch Pope leave, already imagining how perfectly his plan was falling into place. Morocco was going to change everything – he'd make sure of it.

a/n -- this shit about to get so messy yall-

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Darcy is kind of crushing on her neighbor. She also has weird friends. And, it’s Christmas.

“Our landlord really went all out with the mistletoe, huh? AU”

When the Snow Melts (ao3) - emptydistractions steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: It’s the first time Bucky’s been off suppressants in nearly a century and all Steve wants is for his mate to be okay. Luckily, Christmas Eve has a little surprise in store for them.

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Rope, The Man Who Knew Too Much, Torn Curtain, Topaz, and Frenzy will be released on 4K Ultra HD (with Blu-ray and Digital) on October 31 via Universal. They’ll be available both individually and in The Alfred Hitchcock Classics Collection: Volume 3 box set.

Rope is a 1948 thriller written by Arthur Laurents, based on the 1929 play by Patrick Hamilton. James Stewart, John Dall, and Farley Granger star.

The Man Who Knew Too Much is a 1956 thriller written by John Michael Hayes. James Stewart and Doris Day star.

Torn Curtain is a 1966 spy thriller written by Brian Moore. Paul Newman and Julie Andrews star.

Topaz is a 1969 spy thriller written by Samuel A. Taylor, based on the 1967 novel by Leon Uris. Frederick Stafford, Dany Robin, and John Forsythe star.

Frenzy is a 1972 thriller written by Anthony Shaffer, based on a 1966 novel by Arthur La Bern. Jon Finch, Alec McCowen, and Barry Foster star.

The films have each been restored in 4K and presented with HDR. Special features are listed below, where you can also see the artwork for the standalone releases.

Rope special features:

Rope Unleashed

Production photographs

Theatrical trailer

Two friends (Farley Granger and John Dall) strangle a classmate for intellectual thrills and then proceed to throw a party for the victim's family and friends—with the body stuffed inside the trunk they use for a buffet table. As the killers turn the conversation to committing the "perfect murder," their former teacher (James Stewart) becomes increasingly suspicious that his students have turned his intellectual theories into brutal reality.

The Man Who Knew Too Much special features:

The Making of The Man Who Knew Too Much

Saving The Man Who Knew Too Much

Production photographs

Theatrical trailer

Re-release trailer

Original multi-directional audio

While vacationing in Morocco, Ben and Jo McKenna (James Stewart and Doris Day) are suddenly immersed in a dangerous situation after a French spy dies in Ben's arms. Discovering that their son has been kidnapped and taken to England, the McKennas are caught up in a nightmare of espionage, assassinations and terror. Soon, all of their lives hang in the balance as they draw closer to the truth that leads to a chilling climax in London's famous Royal Albert Hall.

Torn Curtain special features:

Torn Curtain Rising

Scenes scored by Bernard Herrmann

Production photographs

Theatrical trailer

World-famous scientist Michael Armstrong (Paul Newman) and his fiancée/assistant, Sarah Sherman (Julie Andrews), travel to Copenhagen for a physics conference. When Sarah mistakenly intercepts a message meant for Armstrong, she believes that he is secretly defecting to East Germany. As Armstrong goes undercover to learn top-secret information, the couple find themselves running for their lives from the enemy agents.

Topaz special features:

Topaz Appreciation by film critic Leonard Maltin

Alternate endings

Storyboards: The Mendozas

Production photographs

Theatrical trailer

Responding to rumors of Russian missiles and a NATO spy called Topaz, an American CIA agent (John Forsythe) hires French operative Devereaux (Frederick Stafford) to investigate in Cuba. In Havana, Devereaux's investigation becomes dangerous, leaving behind a wake of shaken governments, murder, betrayal and suicide.

Frenzy special features:

The Story of Frenzy

Production photographs

Theatrical trailer

A serial criminal known as the "Necktie Murderer" has the police on red alert and the trail is leading to an innocent man who must now elude the law and prove his innocence by finding the real murderer.

Pre-order The Alfred Hitchcock Classics Collection: Volume 3.

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sroufi · 2 years ago

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fastactionmorocco · 3 months ago

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k18210 · 7 months ago

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YouTubeチャンネルLADmobから、モロッコのマラケシュに魅了される動画「Morocco Walk – Marrakech, and old city with big history – 4K HDR Walking…

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The Suicide Squad 4K HDR | Plane Scene - The Gang Gets To Know Each Other

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You can see what he is in the opening scene he's actually a hyena and he looks like a man but he's possessed and he's been eating people and he's not really smart it's just sitting there like a dogwood he's jealous of the girl and later he bites that guy for real.

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themculibrary · 27 days ago

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Christmas Activities Masterlist

all I want for Christmas (is you) (ao3) - grydo2life clint/phil T, 5k

Summary: Or, 5 presents Clint gave Phil, and 1 that Phil gave back.

Bake A Little Love (For Me) (ao3) - Buckets_Of_Stars pepper/tony, happy/may G, 2k

Summary: Making Christmas cookies with his family? Tony Stark never thought he would ever be allowed the luxury, to be surround by people who love him, really, truly love him and want to be near him.

But he is and the genius is still completely blown away.

Beneath the Mistletoe (ao3) - sunrow steve/bucky E, 21k

Summary: Bucky had a bet with his sister that if he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring home for Christmas by the time he was 25, he had to give her $200 and go blonde for a year. But now he’s 25, it’s nearing December, and not only is Bucky as single as ever, but he’s also running low on cash. He doesn’t exactly want to bleach his hair, either.

At least Steve is willing to upgrade their relationship from best friends to fake boyfriends.

Bucky’s Christmas Miracle (ao3) - vanillafluffy bucky/maria G, 3k

Summary: In which Bucky finally remembers Steve and tells Maria Hill the story of how they first met.

Christmas Tree Fiasco (ao3) - GraceKnowsIrondad0777 G, 4k

Summary: December/10/2020

2020 is a good time to go all out with the Christmas decorations. Peter’s stuck in quarantine and in his holiday spirit, a well intended decorating plan lands him stuck in the Christmas tree longer than typically advised.

OR: Peter gets himself stuck in the Christmas Tree for 24 hours and Tony is not happy. It’s a good thing he loves this kid.

Festive (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 5k

Five Times Clint and Natasha Ended Up Under the Mistletoe (ao3) - AlliSnow clint/natasha G, 4k

Summary: New York, Austria, Morocco, Cleveland, and back to New York.

it’s real to me (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Sam’s parents aren’t accepting of his sexuality, and he needs someone to bring to his family Christmas gathering. Bucky is a stranger who’s lonely on Christmas and decides to step in and help Sam.

It’s The Great Big Christmas Tree, Mr. Stark! (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 2k

Summary: Peter and Ned cut down a Christmas tree that’s way too big. And they need Iron Man to take it.

Kissing Under the Mistletoe (and Other Christmassy Activities) (ao3) - Selenay clint/phil T, 13k

Summary: “How hard could it be to pretend for a few days?” Clint continued. “All those kids around, we’d be able to keep it strictly PG and your sister would never have to know. It’ll be great.”

Phil stared. “You’re actually volunteering to spend Christmas pretending to be-”

“Your boyfriend.” Clint nodded. “I’ve had worse assignments.”

“Fine.” Phil pulled up a website and began hunting for flights. “Remember, you volunteered for this.”

Mistletoe (ao3) - CaptainJimothyCarter peggy/steve G, 3k

MistleTony (ao3) - catemonsterq darcy/tony E, 39k

Summary: It’s Secret Santa time at Avengers Tower and Darcy finds herself with a conundrum- of course, she would wind up pulling Tony Stark’s name from the hat. What exactly does one get a genius, billionaire, playboy….especially when that person also happens to be your crush? Darcy has a month to find the perfect present without kissing him senseless. Hint: she doesn’t make it.

Of Love and Dreams to Share (ao3) - Ralkana clint/phil G, 1k

Summary: In which Clint listens to Christmas music and bakes cookies.

Oh, the Weather Outside is Frightful (ao3) - enigma731 gamora/peter G, 832

Summary: Peter teaches Groot how to have a snowball fight. He’ll probably regret it for the rest of his life.

Secret Santa (ao3) - IlluminateMe maria/natasha T, 2k

Summary: The Avengers do secret Santa. What could go wrong?

Sleigh Bells in the Snow (ao3) - rainblou G, 1k

Summary: Peter is clocking too many internship hours and Tony thinks he needs a break. Snowball shenanigans ensue.

Steve and Bucky’s first Christmas in retirement (ao3) - Laevateinn steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Follow Steve and Bucky as they decorate their house, then celebrate the holidays surrounded by family.

The 12 Days of Steve’s Secret Santa (ao3) - pizzagirl darcy/steve T, 12k

The Best Day of the Year (ao3) - orphan_account pepper/tony G, 2k

Summary: Tony finally mans up and proposes to Pepper on Christmas Eve.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (ao3) - the_irish_mayhem jane/thor E, 5k

Summary: Jane and Thor do Christmas. (Finally.)

Tis the season for holiday smut.

this christmas, I’ll give you my heart (ao3) - buckyismybicycle sam/bucky T, 6k

Summary: Bucky and Sam draw each other’s names for Secret Santa - neither of them know what to get and enlist the help of Nat and Joaquin. Cue a lot of misunderstandings.

Under the Mistletoe (ao3) - Tutselutse bucky/darcy N/R, 4k

Darcy is kind of crushing on her neighbor. She also has weird friends. And, it’s Christmas.

“Our landlord really went all out with the mistletoe, huh? AU”

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #christmas #christmas masterlist

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