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1x06 A Golden Crown / 7x06 Beyond the Wall / 8x02 A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

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Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawer, & James Howlett aka Logan, The Wolverine, in Uncanny X-Men #168 “Professor Xavie is a JERK!”

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SEBASTIAN STAN VANITY FAIR, 2025 PHOTOGRAPHED BY NORMAN JEAN ROY

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“... I have a great past, so I'm totally fine.”

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Professor X: Destiny is calling!

Wolverine: I wish destiny would lose our number.

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Tony gonna get his ass beat!!!

First Words

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female!reader

Summary: Your baby boy surprises you.

Warnings: mild language (sorry Steve!)

Word count: 1.1k

A/N - Hello lovelies! I know I've not posted for a while. Sadly my plot bunnies are hibernating but I promise I've not forgotten the requests some of you have made. This is just a lil fluff piece based on similar real life events.

The divider is from the amazing @buck-star - Thank you Sydney! 🥰

The gif is sourced from Google

Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work

“Language!” 

When you heard your husband's voice from the adjoining room you figured he was on the phone or communicating via FRIDAY. When another shout sounded you grinned, thinking Tony or Nat were really teasing him today. But it wasn’t until Steve came through with a scowl that you paused in folding the laundry. “What’s wrong Steve?��

“I feel like I should be asking you that. Why are you cursing so much?”

Confusion swept through you followed by slight annoyance. “I’m not sure if your attitude or your hearing needs checking first, Captain.” Steve’s brow quickly melted when you called him by his title. “I’m not a child Steve. I can swear as much as I please. But I don’t for two reasons as you well know by now. And besides I’ve been in here humming ‘Baby Shark’ yet again. So whoever is offending your delicate ears, it’s not me.” You crossed your arms defiantly. 

Steve smiled contritely as he held up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry honey. You’re right. You’re not a child, you are my wife and though I’m not a fan of cursing I shouldn’t have asked like that. It’s just-” His head suddenly tilted before he darted out of the room. 

Nonplussed you followed and saw him peering into your son's bedroom. Your 10 month old child was toddling around his playpen on chubby little legs before falling on his bum next to his blanket and teddy without a sound. He looked around with blue wide eyes then began tugging his blanket and frowned when it wouldn’t move. Before you could take a step to help him, his mouth opened and you expected to hear the soft babbles of annoyance.

“Fuck.”

Your stomach swooped. At a loss for words both you and Steve stared at each other before silently creeping into the room and watching as your son managed to lift his blanket before dropping it again. “Fuck!”

“His first word?” You choked out, unable to believe what had just happened. 

Upon hearing your voice your son smiled and raised his arms while babbling excitedly. Steve picked him up almost robotically, mind still stuck that his son’s first word was a curse word. When you first met you had sworn like a sailor but dialed it back due to Steve’s discomfort, even more so after giving birth. Of course both of you had teasingly wagered if the first word would be ‘Mama’ or ‘Dada’.

“Steve, I haven’t-”

Immediately Steve cupped your cheek with his free hand. “I know honey. You’ve not said that word since the day he was born.” Your gazes met as you both briefly before flicking back down to the child cooing away in his daddy’s hold. “So where did he-“ Your gazes met once more.

“STARK!” You stormed out of your shared quarters and down the hall to the living area where some of the Avengers were dotted about the room. Specifically the one whose armour would not protect him from your wrath.

Tony stood when he heard you shout, trademark smirk faltering when he saw you striding toward him with Steve hot on your heels as your son giggled at the fast pace. Steve carefully lowered the baby to the floor near the edge of the couch where Nat and Sam sat watching with wide grins. ”Woah Mama Bear, what’s going on?”

You poked Tony with every word. “What. Did. You. Do?” Steve stood close behind you, ready to step in though he too was beyond annoyed.  Although Tony himself was a father he was more likely to slip up with his colourful language than the rest of the team. 

Eyes wide, Tony shook his head. Usually he would snark and quip his way out of trouble but when he saw how angry you were, that Steve was making no attempt to stop you and that your child was close by instead of being kept away from the conflict meant this was serious. Tony opened his mouth to speak or more accurately plead for more details of what he had done. 

“Fuck?” 

All eyes darted to the miniature Steve Rogers who was looking under the sofa.

Natasha’s eyes darted between you and Tony and back to the eager scavenger near her feet. Sam looked stunned. “Was- did he-”

The colour drained from Tony’s face as he realised what had made you so angry. 

”Fuck!” Your son sat back on his bum, clutching something in his chubby little hand. 

It took you a moment to recognise the item and you frowned before exhaling heavily in relief. ”Oh thank goodness.”

Steve’s eyes, so wide and blue like his son’s, were dazed with confusion. “Honey?”

Smiling, you crouched to brush your hand through your child’s silky hair. “Truck. He was looking for his truck.” Sighs filled the air, soft chuckles turning into laughter.

“What’s going on?”

Steve glanced over to see his best friend standing at the edge of the room, totally bewildered at the scene before him with no apparent explanation. “Hey Buck.”

“Fuck!” Bucky crouched down to catch the little blur that rushed over to him. As Steve followed and started to explain to Bucky what had happened you glanced to where the abandoned truck sat on the floor to your son who currently sat in his godfather's arms and back again.

Your loud groan interrupted Steve’s story, his brows furrowing in concern. But your original suspect in all of this had also caught on to your realisation. “The kid was trying to say Terminator’s name!”

Bucky nodded but was slightly confused as to why everyone either looked amused or annoyed. “Yeah, I thought ‘Buck’ was easier than ‘Bucky’. For now anyway. He’s said it a few times already-“

”Woah hang on Buck. He’s spoken before now and you didn’t tell us?!” Steve’s face was a mixture of anger and disappointment. Not only was his son's first word his Godfather’s name but it wasn't even the first time and Bucky had said nothing.

“It was earlier this morning! I was gonna show you when I came back from my run!” Bucky pleaded, stepping back but giving big puppy eyes to Steve. 

Tony scoffed as colour finally returned to his previously pale face. “Barnes, you dipshit.”

“Sit!”

“STARK!!!”

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Hands her to you

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X-MEN 97' (2024 - ) 1.05 "Remember It"

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*

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Ooo can I please request a Soft dark! Lloyd Hansen x shy!fem!reader where Y/n leaves her room to go see Lloyd (she has previously tried to run away multiple times, but this time she genuinely wasn’t trying to escape, she just wanted to see Lloyd because she is starting to miss him and wants hugs and kisses). When she leaves her room, one of Lloyd’s guards happens to be walking by and yells at her to get back in her room. She tries to explain that Lloyd said she can free roam the mansion as long as she doesn’t try to run off again, and that she isn’t trying to leave, but he doesn’t believe her. He tries to grab her which scares her so she tries to run past him, but he shoves her and she bumps her head. She is able to get away from him and is crying for Lloyd and runs downstairs and bursts into the room he’s working in (the one with the monitors) and runs into his arms crying🥺 He’d be so shook and worried because she’s sobbing and hurt, and she tells him what happened at the same time the guard comes in and tries to tell Lloyd she was “escaping”. Lloyd looks at the camera (you know he has a ton around the house) to see exactly what happened and… The amount of rage he feels, well… The guard doesn’t make it out of this confrontation… Lloyd would tell Y/n to close her eyes and plug her ears while he “takes care” of the guard who hurt her. Then Lloyd would just hold Y/n and comforts her, and she keeps promising that she didn’t try to escape and he’d definitely reassure her that he believes her🥺 He’d also be proud that she feels comfortable enough with him now to one, want to seek him out for affection, two, for her to view him as her safe place now (their relationship has grown a lot since they first met, she has warmed up to him!)🥹

Not Escaping » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Shy!Female Reader

Summary: One of Lloyd’s guards doesn’t believe you when you tell him that Lloyd allows you to roam freely around his mansion and thinks you’re trying to escape.

Warnings: Soft Dark, Angst (not you and Lloyd), Fluff, language, small mention of blood, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You got bored and lonely in your bedroom while Lloyd was working so you decided to see how busy he is. You left your room and walked down the hall to the stairs to go downstairs.

“Hey!” One of Lloyd’s guards shouts, starling you. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“I’m- I’m going downstairs to see Lloyd.” You tell him.

The guard stared at you, thinking you’re lying.

“I don’t think so.” He says.

You took a step backwards as he approached. Your instincts were telling you to turn around and run, in which you did. The guard grabs your arm with a bruising grip.

“You’re not going anywhere, except back to your room.” He says.

“Lloyd said that- that I can walk around his mansion freely.” You say in a shaky voice.

“Yea, right. For all I know, you’re trying to escape once again.” He says, tightening his grip on your arm.

You whimpered at his tight grip. You used all of your strength to push him away and get out of his grip, but it was no use. He’s stronger than you.

“Stop fucking squirming!” The guard yells.

You didn’t listen. You continued to squirm to get out of his hold on you. To get you to stop squirming, he shoved you against the wall, putting his arm against your back. The front of your body was pressed against the wall uncomfortably. The force of him shoving you against the wall made you hit your forehead against the wall, making you cry out in pain.

“Lloyd!” You cried out.

You weren’t sure if Lloyd was able to hear you or not due to your face being pressed against the wall. You managed to get one of your arms free. You blindly hit him. You used all of your strength to hit him in a place where no man enjoys getting hit. The guard lets go of you, dropping you on the floor.

“You bitch!” He groans in pain.

You scrambled to stand up and ran as fast as you could down the stairs without falling. You ran to the main room of the mansion where Lloyd does most of his work. You ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“Hey, what’s wrong, pumpkin?” Lloyd asks softly.

“He- He- He didn’t believe me when I told him that you allow me to walk around your mansion freely.” You say in a shaky voice.

“The guard?” He asks.

“Y-Yes.” You replied.

“He hurt me.” You added.

Lloyd let go of you to check you for any injuries. He saw a small cut with blood oozing out of it on your forehead. His jaw clenches at the thought of someone hurting his girl. It angered him even more that person is someone who works for him.

“Go to the living room and plug your ears. I’ll be there in a moment, ok?” He says.

“N-No!” You whimpered, grabbing onto his polo shirt.

“It’s going to be ok. I promise.” He almost whispers.

You whimpered softly before letting go of his shirt and went to the living room. Lloyd went upstairs to see if the guard who was rough with you was still up there. He was. He was leaned against the wall and holding himself down there from when you hit him. Lloyd walks over to him and grabs onto his shirt.

“Tell me why the hell you got rough with my girl.” Lloyd growls.

“She was trying to escape.” The guard says.

“No she wasn’t. I gave her full my permission to roam freely around my mansion.” Lloyd says.

“I didn’t know that.” The guard lies.

“Everyone fucking knows that!” Lloyd growls.

“How was I supposed to know that she was telling the truth? She lies and tries to escape all the time.” The guard says.

Hearing the guard say those things about you angered Lloyd more. He got his gun out of his pocket and shot him. Lloyd let go of him, letting his now dead body fall to the floor. He went back downstairs and told two of his employees to clean up something, meaning the guard’s dead body, upstairs in the hall before going to the living room. You were sitting on the couch with your ears covered and sobbing softly. He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. You turned your head to see Lloyd. You uncovered your ears and grabbed onto him.

“It’s ok now, sunshine. You’re ok.” Lloyd almost whispers.

After a moment, Lloyd picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to clean up the cut on your forehead. He sat you on the bathroom sink counter and searched for the first aid kit. When he found it, he opened the kit and examined your cut. Luckily for you, you didn’t need stitches. You just needed a bandaid and you’re good to go. Just to be on the safe side, he cleaned it out with a cotton ball and alcohol. He then put a bandaid on it and kissed that part of your forehead.

“All better.” Lloyd says softly.

You just wrapped your arms around him, not wanting to let him go. Lloyd picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. He gently laid you down on his bed and laid down next to you. He felt you beginning to relax.

“I-I wasn’t trying to escape. I was lonely and wanted to see what you were doing.” You say quietly.

“I know.” Lloyd whispers.

You and Lloyd laid in silence for a little bit. You relaxed and calmed down even more.

“Lloyd?” You say, looking up at him.

“Yes, cupcake?” Lloyd asks softly.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you too, sunshine.” He almost whispers, kissing you.

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Happy Birthday Steve Rogers 🇺🇲

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His Little Clothes Thief

Another entry for @steverogersbingo. A2 - Sharing Clothes

I'll admit this one ended up being way cuter than the original idea I had for this prompt, and I may have stretched the prompt a bit to make this work. I'm definitely happy with the results.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Steve Rogers Bingo | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Summary: You come home to find Steve rummaging through your closet for his favorite shirt. He has plans for it and refuses to be deterred.

Warnings: none; just a lot of fluff

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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"Steven, what do you think you're doing?" you demanded, hands crossed over your chest while you hip rested against the door frame of your closet.

Your boyfriend of nearly three years glanced over his shoulder. His hands stilled on the hoodies hanging in front of him. He had the nerve to give you a knowing looking before returning to what he'd been doing. This time though, he picked up his pace as he sifted through the large collection of hoodies you've amassed.

"I'm looking for my favorite shirt. I know you have it, sweetheart."

You scoffed at the mild accusation in his tone. Sure, you'd been known to 'borrow' some of his clothes from time to time, but you always returned them.

Steve had the nerve to mimic your scoff. "I saw it in your pile when we were doing laundry yesterday. Don't think I don't know you."

"What makes you think I still have it?" you asked, not about to let him win this match so easily. "How do you know it's not hanging up in your closet? You know the door on the other side of our garden tub? The last I checked you have a greater collection of clothes than I do. What makes you so sure I have it?"

"Because, sweetheart," he spared you another exasperated though loving glance, "I already checked my closet, and it's not there. While I do agree I have more clothes than you, I also know what I have and my shirt isn't among what's mine. Your closet is the next logical conclusion."

Realizing he had you there, you stubbornly clung to the idea that you didn't have his shirt. Your gaze swept over the walk-in that you'd claimed the day you two moved in. You were determined to prove him wrong and send him back to his own closet. Not one hanger or shelf was missed in your scrutiny, so certain you were in your knowledge.

It was only when your gaze landed on an out-of-place navy shirt that in fact looked familiar did you shift your weight. Studying it further, you could just make out the edges of the even more familiar shape and color of his shield emblazoned across the front.

Creeping forward, you kept an eye on Steve and his attention on the far wall of your closet.

"I'm telling you, my love, it's not in here."

And it wouldn't be in the next thirty seconds if you had your way.

Steve hummed, clearly still skeptical of your assertion.

It was just as well. As long as he kept his attention where it was, you could do this. You could be stealthy when you wanted to be, and right then, you really wanted to be.

You dared a glance in his direction when you neared the spot where his shirt hung. Your hands stretched the short distance towards it and even gripped the shirt. With his attention still diverted, you tugged gently at the shirt, pleased when it gave and dropped off the hanger.

Knowing you wouldn't have long, you turned to dash out of your closet.

You made it two steps and only two steps.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a solid and warm chest.

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"What's what?" you asked, deciding to play dumb even though you've been caught.

Steve's soft chuckle wasn't lost on you as it reverberated through you. "That shirt in your hands. It looks awfully familiar, ya know?"

"I don't know," you said, shrugging even as you held up the shirt to inspect it. "Looks like any other shirt you'd give out to your fans. Certainly doesn't look like anything that special."

"Oh, it's plenty special, sweetheart," Steve murmured close to your ear. His breath tickled across the exposed skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing as he continued, "I got that shirt from someone very special to me. It's my favorite because they gave it to me."

"You must really care about them if you notice when this shirt isn't among your others."

The softest of kisses pressed against the space where your shoulder and neck met.

"They are the most precious part of my life."

He said the words so softly but so assuredly that your heart threatened to pound out of your chest. Your belly swooped while happy tears rushed to your eyes. Darn him for doing this to you every time.

Swallowing past the lump forming, you twisted so your eyes could meet. You managed a decent though mocked glare in his direction while you pushed the shirt into his hand still holding you close.

"You never play fair," you accused him though your voice lacked any real conviction.

Steve, without an ounce of remorse for eliciting such an emotional response from you, simply leaned in and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. His nose rubbed against yours when he pulled away to say, "I play for keeps, sweetheart, and I mean to keep you as long as you'll let me."

"Even if I steal your clothes from time to time?"

"Especially because you steal my clothes," he countered, pressing another kiss to your lips.

He released you then, shaking out his shirt.

When you figured he would slip it over the tank he was wearing, he surprised you by raising the shirt and tugging it over your head and down your body. While you hurriedly pushed your arms through the sleeves, you caught the speculative gleam in his expression.

"I thought…"

Steve shook his head. "Nah, it looks better on you, sweetheart. Plus, I know you like wearing it when you've had a long day. I just wanted to have it ready for you when you got home. Unfortunately, you got home before I could find it."

This time, you rose up on tiptoes and wrapped yourself around him. Your lips founds his and didn't let him go until you both needed to pull back for some air.

"Do you know how much I love you?" you asked between breathy inhales.

Steve grinned. "Almost as much as I love you, sweetheart."

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She's a 10 but she needs you to look at her with animalistic lust in your eyes anytime you see her or she's going to think you despise her existence

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Don't Flip Your Wig is so cute!!! Do you have any ideas about what else Old Steve does to "poke fun" at his future self before they go back to the future? Seems like his little shit persona's about to come out in full force.

A/N: Sorry for how embarrassingly long it took me to get to your ask--life's been a mess galore! Anyhoo, thank you for indulging, and it makes me so frickin' happy that you enjoyed reading this 🩷✨🥹🫂 Can I just say how happy I am to see Don't Flip Your Wig, Steve receiving so much love? Fun fact: this was actually the first-ever Steve fic I wrote! It wasn't the first one I published, but it's the one that started my descent into full-on feral for this burly supersoldier less than a year ago. Honestly, I didn't expect any engagement at all! It was a most random fic, which, mind you, I feared people would stamp it lame, what with all the mumbo jumbo of time-travel I portrayed in there. Also, for convenience, I referred to the 40's Steve as 'Steve' and the other as 'your husband'/'your Steve'

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He's going to great lengths, alright. 🤭

I think Steve's having a field day poking fun at his future self. He's kind of warmly enticed by the mere fact that you exist in his future, and there's something so content about seeing his older self happy and in love, and that he's restraining jealousy by a small string of decorum, which is totally ready to snap. Plus, he's kinda itching to see if he can fight and win against the seasoned version of himself. Maybe? 😏

Steve brings you flowers. Since you both have to put up an act--pretending to be dating to keep things smoother while Howard fixes the machine--Steve is "acting the part" a little too well, much to the annoyance of your husband.

To avoid spotting both Steve(s) at once, one walks with you while the other follows closely behind. And it's usually your husband who's forced to trail after, because, more often than not, past-era Steve knows the best routes and faces around.

Steve gets you a stash of Hershey's chocolate--the kind they send to soldiers. You glance curiously from a grinning Steve to the huge chocolate bars in his hands, then toward your fuming husband.

"You wanna see where your husband grew up?" Steve exclaims rhetorically one evening while you're sorting through some papers in the temporary accommodation Steve and Howard set up for you. Your husband stands up so suddenly that the chair squeaks against the floorboards before he drags you away.

Steve asks if you want to tour the city. As tempting as it sounds, your husband looks like he's about to pull a nerve or a muscle judging by how tense he's getting. You're careful to say no, but Steve insists. Your husband quietly plans to take you later, when the streets are quieter and the risk of running into his younger self is lower.

At some point, Steve definitely runs into a couple of his friends (your husband suspects it's on purpose) and naturally, they demand that you join them for a party. "You should come to the pub! Drinks, pie, dancing!" they cheer, insisting. You smile genuinely, all while feeling the sharp gaze of your husband, who looks one second away from bursting. You politely decline, saying you already have plans with your family, which isn't entirely a lie. You do have a husband to keep from going feral with jealousy.

And honestly, amidst all the let's see what ticks him off antics that his younger self is indulging in, your husband--your Steve--comes to a realization. If he had met you in the '40s, he'd have been just as smitten. And that thought sticks out as a silver lining in the dark cloud of let's not punch my younger self silly.

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