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MARY BROMFIELD/MARY MARVEL & HOPPY in THE NEW CHAMPION OF SHAZAM (2022)

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Billy Batson is back for the Lazarus Planet event.

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Netflix

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Request: The reader has always want Netflix. She has been using Rhodey’s that last few years. Tony comes up from his lab with a surprise... but surprise.

A/N: I had this request a while ago and life got crazy and I forgot to look far enough down my mailbox. I am so sorry for the wait. It is a bit short but please enjoy!

Sitting on your favorite spot on the couch you cover yourself with your favorite fluffy yellow blanket. Balancing a book on your legs you read the next book on your list for the year. Hearing Tony’s foot steps coming from the lab you look up just when his figure emerges from the hallway.

“I got Netflix for you, (Y/N).” Tony wipes grease off his hands with a rag as he comes over and places a kiss on your forehead. “Just like you asked.”

“Awesome!” You spring up in your seat to face him. “I’ve been mooching off of Rhodey’s account for years. This will be nice.”

             You decided to go back to school a few years ago and you had to cut some spending costs. So far you’ve managed to make sure Tony didn’t pay everything for you even though you are in a committed relationship. You don’t want to be completely dependent on him, and you don’t want people to think you are only here for his money.

Though you’ve made subtle hints about your need for Netflix hoping Tony would catch on. Rhodey caught on after a while that you found out his login information. He didn’t care, he even offered a while ago to share it. You just feel guilty for messing up his spot on a show that you two are watching in different seasons.

“Wait,” Tony shoots you a look of confusion. “What do you mean by account?”

“…His Netflix account.” You say slowly trying to figure out what is going on. Tony doesn’t respond. “Like… his profile? I’ve been wanting my own, they’re like eight dollars.”

             Just thinking about it eight dollars is not a lot. Though over time it can cost you a lot of money that could be used for books or to save and pay off student loans. Eight bucks can feed you a decent lunch. Eight bucks a month keeping you from getting your own Netflix account.

“Ohh you mean the account on the service.” Tony relaxes, finally understanding what you are talking about.

             Puzzled, you take his hand in yours. Laughter bubbling inside you threatens to break loose from your lips. But just as the laughter forms it disappears as you think about what Tony just said.

“What did you think I meant?” Squeezing his hand you place a kiss on each of his fingers. “Wait, what did you buy?”

“Netflix... the company.”

Tony gives you the biggest grin in the world. And you can help but cover your face and laugh. Finally collecting yourself you throw yourself into Tony’s arms. He may have went a bit overboard but it is the thought that counts, and you are lucky that he loves you enough to buy Netflix.

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MemesComicsWriting Masterlist

HOTD It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Fandom: HOTD

Pairing: Aegon x Reader, Aemond x Reader, Platonic!Helaena x Reader, Parental Figure Harwin, Rhaenyra, and Alicent x Reader

Summary:  Fate is cruel on how it goes about obtaining its desires. It must be fate, because there is no other explanation for how perfectly molded Y/N and Helaena are to one another. They complement one another like opposite sides of a coin. Where Helaena is shy, Y/N is outgoing. Helaena has a photographic memory. Y/N has emotional inteligence. They have the right temperament to be the missing piece in one another’s lives. Ying and Yang. Then there are the boys. Love them or hate them, they’re there. Even the adults cannot escape the Targaryen chaos, and the fallout doesn’t spare the minors simply because they’re adolescents. Follow how Y/N and those around her carve out lives for themselves amongst the weight of the Targaryen legacy in a modern Westeros.

Background

Preview

Chapter 1: I Got Wasted Like All My Potential 

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In the Pursuit of Happiness

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Reader x Bucky, Reader x Steve

Warnings/genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Singer!Avenger. Raised by Sheild since the age of ten, Y/N grew up without everyday examples. She only saw how to be an agent. Though, as a grown woman she has surpassed that mindset, she still faces challenges from her upbringing- like how to handle feelings, unrequited love, and interpersonal dilemmas. Set after similar plot points in Civil War, Y/N must face returning home after leaving during an uncomfortable time in her life and face the consequences.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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Law and Order

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Former Georgetown graduate, Y/N left her multimillion-dollar corporate job for her morals. Now working for underfunded lobbying campaigns, she tries to maintain a mundane life outside of DC, despite Sheild’s impressive recruitment offers. What happens when her selfless efforts catch the eye of the champion of the weak, Captain America? Is his cause worth suffering the political spotlight again? Hopefully so.

Chapter 1

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Devil’s Backbone

Pairing: Steve x Reader SongFic!

Fandom: Marvel

Based off: “Devil’s Backbone” by the Civil Wars

Summary: In a world of big players, you are a lower level S.H.I.E.L.D agent that happens to catch Captain America’s eye. And Oh Lord, what would that man get you to do.

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Boy Crush

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: mainly Natasha x Reader, but also Bucky x Reader and Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, like one bad word, and the implication of naughty things

Summary: Y/N has formed a ‘boy crush’ on Bucky because he has her.

Based off: “Girl Crush” by Harry Styles

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Brooklyn Baby 

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Clint x Reader

Warnings: Age gap, lots of potty language, and implied sexy times

Summary: Your boyfriend is in a classic band. You work at a hot club in The City. Is your love enough to overcome his securities?

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The Man That Got Away

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary:  Leaving the most wonderful woman Bucky’s ever met was the biggest regret of his life and he never expected to see her again. But magic tends to have a mind of its own.

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Mark Kolpack : And this is what Backscatter looked like when we shot them on GS. This is the element that was then comped into the side of the van. Morph suits and clear plastic clothing to simulate seeing through the clothes @chloebennet @Lil_Henstridge @iain_decaestecker #AgentsofSHIELD

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Dragon Con 2016 - Mary Jane Watson from Spiderman by Ardias Via Flickr: "Face it, Tiger... you just hit the jackpot!" Katastrophe Cosplay as a stunning Mary Jane Watson, aka MJ from Marvel Comics' Spiderman.

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Brooklyn Baby

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Clint x Reader

Warnings: Age gap, lots of potty language, and implied sexy times

Summary: Your boyfriend is in a classic band. You work at a hot club in The City. Is your love enough to overcome his securities?

Masterlist

A/N: Clint’s in his early forties here. I don’t pay attention to cannon age Based off “Brooklyn Baby” by Lana Del Rey

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The night was old but the bar ragged on. You didn't mind working as a bartender. The place was named SHEILD, after some old inside joke, and it was a nice club. You made good money from your boss, Tony. He was a generous man and insisted on paying the girls more for all the shit you had to put up with from drunk men. With tips from the high traffic flow of rich idiots and eager tourists, you lived comfortably. Some regulars were being taken care of by Wanda down at the other end of the bar. Regulars were people Tony deemed 'not the biggest asshole' that frequented enough to hold a VIP card. That left you with the drifters on the opposite side. This wasn't the only bar in the place and it wasn't the most central bar either. Your bar was on the open, inward-facing loft that looked over the stage and dance floor. Due to the acoustics, the music was awesome up there but not too loud because the speakers sat below you.

At first, your customers were genuine fans of music, but soon they shuffled out and the 'biggest asshole' type sauntered in. They didn't bother you much. They were too busy trying to impress their dates or the people they picked up bellow. When their guests became less enthusiastic they began to grumble about how they should've gone to club Hydra. You almost told them to go there, but you didn't think it was worth the confrontation.

Tony originally bought the club to relive the glory days of his band, the Avengers. It was comprised of his friends: Steve, the Captain; Natasha, Black Widow; Thor, Point Break; Bruce, Hulk; and Clint, Hawkeye. Tony, or Iron Man as he liked to be called, took it upon himself to give some of the staff and club friends nicknames too. Wanda was the Scarlett Witch for her red lipstick and wit. Her brother Pietro was named QuickSilver for his silver hair and his ability to move around the club quickly. You were girlfriend, but the name had no inappropriate connotation. It had everything to do with who you started dating after you began to work there. The Avengers played earlier in the night. Now the DJ controlled the stage and created mixes of their top hits. The place was decorated commemorating the band. The music was a little before your time, but your older siblings often blared the radios in their rooms with Avenger music. You knew most of the songs by heart at this point. Like your siblings' rooms, commemorative posters were all over. Each bar was themed with a band member. Tony's was the largest, central bar- go figure. Yours, in the loft above, was for Hawkeye. You didn't mind that at all. Your boyfriend was the lead guitarist in his band. You often found yourself singing along while he played at home. Usually, it was whoever inspired him. You liked it when he played Lou Reed. He liked to play things from the seventies because he was a seventies baby even if it were '79. A lot of his friends, outside his band, didn't understand what he got from being with you. Someone your age couldn't understand the time he came from or his taste in music. He was a free spirit and you tied him down by simply existing. You'd zoned out in thought of your boyfriend. God, was he so cool and attractive, and oh how you loved him. The growing calls brought you back to the present. "Yo, bar babe!" A thick and sweaty hand waved in front of you. You quickly repressed the disgust on your face. "Yes?" You asked in the nicest tone you could muster, which was decent. "Thanks for sparring some attention to your customers." The guy snickered. He was tall enough, built enough. His face a bit intimidating; enough to the point you decided lunging across the bar at him wasn't the best idea. "Another round of Bud Light pitchers." They already reeked of alcohol but they weren't exhibiting signs of needing to be cut off. "Sure." You quickly went on to get their order just to be away from them. When you came back with the fresh pitchers the guests with them turned up their noses at the drink. You couldn't blame them. Light beer was gross, to begin with, and mass quantities of Bud Light were the cheapest way to get drunk at a bar like yours. As the group of men called it, 'the pieces of ass' walked off, no longer wanting anything to do with them. It was a mix of pretty young girls and guys. They could do better anyway. Soon, they all began arguing about who was to blame for their guests leaving. The one who asked for the pitchers quickly became the center of the argument. Another member of the group, younger and somehow more greasy looking, sauntered up to you. "Yo Rumlow, get back here!" He was called back to the table but refused to return. "Hell nah, not with you hens clucking. I'm not wasting my time on your squawking, I'm going home with someone tonight." With that, he turned to you with the slimiest smile. 'Oh fuck no!.' Was all you thought while your eyes rolled. "Awe, now don't be like that baby." He crooned. "No." You replied shortly. He leaned over the bar. "Come on, I could treat you real good baby." You snorted at how dumb he sounded. "No." He didn't like that. His tone began to slip from icky charm to agitation. "What, you got a boyfriend? You're not a baby, you're a taken bi-" The call of your name interrupted your fist from flying into the guy's face. "Y/N!" It was the cheerful voice you never tired of hearing. Clint briskly walked up to the counter and leaned over for a quick peck. "Tony said he'd have Happy rope off the bar for the night so you could head home early." The Rumlow guy erupted in a vicious chuckle. "You gotta be kidding me baby. You're too young and cool for this washed-up loser. Do yourself a favor and leave with me." You saw Clint's jaw grind while the rest of his body stiffened. The nearly twenty-year age gap was a sore spot for him. No matter how many times you reassured him, told him you loved him age gap and all, he still felt insecure about it. Something in the back of his mind crept upon him from time to time, telling him he was too old to keep you happy. He feared you'd leave him one day. The New Yorker in you, specifically the Brooklyn in you, began rising from the depths of your personality. "Oh fuck off you mother fucking loser, My boyfriend is cooler than you'll ever fucking be. Get out of my bar you piece of shit." The man slammed his hands down on the bar but you didn't flinch a muscle. You were wound that tight. "The fuck did you just say to me you bitch." You slowed your words and annunciated for the dumbass. "Get out of my bar, you mother fucking asshole before I knock your ass on the ground." "Oh, your gonna pay for that you little slu-" Before he could finish his insult his ass was knocked on the ground, but not by you. Clint was hovering over him delivering punch after punch. Soon, the guy's goons were rushing over to get their boy. Clint was immersed in a mosh pit of jerkoffs, but it didn't phase him a bit. Despite their efforts to restrain him long enough to get a punch in, Clint was shrugging them off and delivering more grounding blows. When the original douche was up again and itching for a hit, Clint used the guy's own momentum to throw him behind and straight to securities feet. Coulson, and the rest of the bouncers he brought made quick work of collecting the rest of the goon squad. Soon they disappeared down the steps towards the entrance. They'd probably pass hands from club security to the usual cops stationed outside. Clint was a heaving, disheveled, and sweat smeared mess. And god was it hot! When he finally dragged his stare off the vanishing morons and onto you, his body started to relax. He looked down at himself and huffed out a sigh. "I'm sorry babe, but when I heard that name slip from his mouth with him leering at you like that, I saw red." You let out a good giggle. He was confused at first but accepted it when you hopped on the bar counter with a clean cloth to wipe down his body. "Don't apologize. That was fucking hot!" You poked his chest with seriousness. "Only thing that bothers me is that I didn't get to hit 'em." Clint's head tipped back as he roared with laughter. "You would be upset about that." He allowed you to continue cleaning him up until you were nearly done. He grabbed your wrists and held them to his chest. "But in all seriousness, you don't mind your senior boyfriend punching a jerk's lights out for yah?" His head cocked to the side as he studied your face for any hint of disgust. "Mind?" You scoffed. With his hands still on yours, you directed him to grasp your hips. "I'm turned on!" Before you could say more, Clint was between your legs and you were firmly ground into the counter. Your lips were locked in a searing kiss. Clint put a lot of pressure into this one. Teeth clashed and your lips swelled. His tongue slipped through your gasps to dominate every inch of your mouth. You had no air so when he pulled away you were gasping. You hiccuped as you tried to speak. From the grin plastered ear to ear, he enjoyed that. "And you're not a senior. You're barely forty and for barely forty I want to jump your bones every second of the day. So invest in some arthritis medicine for when you are old." Clint lifted you off the bar and plopped you on the ground, still pressed against him. "So I'm cool, huh?" You swatted his arm playfully. "Really?! That's what you took away from this?" "That, and you're horny." He nodded, being a little shit with his fake, nonchalant attitude. "Mhm..." You rolled your eyes with no subtlety. Then you pushed him off so you could get your purse from behind the bar. As you leaned over the wooden counter, you made sure your ass was in full show for your boyfriend. If Tony was letting you leave early then Wanda would be left to do your side of the bar; which was a mess thanks to those assholes. You left most of your tips for her as a thank you. "You're not as cool as me." You shouted to Clint, who was following behind you, still fixated on your rear. A satisfied smirk formed on your lips. "Damn straight!" He cheered. "Now let's go home so you can show me how cool you think I am. My Brooklyn Baby." Clint squeezed your sides which caused you to squeak. Again, you playfully hit him like you were annoyed. It was damn well clear that you were anything but annoyed with him. You were frustrated but in the best way. He was gonna get it when you got home or any place private enough.