#steddie timeloop

[cuips-not-cute]

There's a sound of breaking glass. And a boy pressed against him. The momentum with which Eddie always shoves him back falters. Stops completely.

Steve doesn't even touch the wall.

Eddie'd dropped the bottle. And his hands are on Steve's face, caressing, touching, feeling.

"Steve."

He doesn't move. Eddie does, though, pulling him into the hug of all hugs, his lithe body shuddering.

He remembers. Eddie remembers.

"You're okay." Eddie breathes. "It restarted. You're okay."

And then Steve's hugging him back. Clutching at Eddie's leather jacket, fingers digging in. Eddie's skin is warm beneath it. His pulse thrumming in his throat, a steady beat against the edge of Steve's nose.

Steve doesn't have to do this loop alone.

excerpt from ch9 of my fic, cyclical❤️

[beverlykitkatz]

anyone else thinking about timeloop steddie + hozier’s francesca or is my brain rotting all by its lonesome

[sp0o0kylights]

Still working on the BB fic but have another snippet of that Stobin Timeloop AU. This can be read as stand-alone.

Steve Harrington snaps on a completely random Friday.

Well--not completely random. It's both the day of the Big Sportsball Game as well as Hellfire’s grand finale--but neither of those things should matter to Harrington.

Not that he needs a reason to lose his shit--Eddie’s long used to being threatened, insulted or outright attacked out of the blue. 

It’s the whole reason he built up the persona he had--because the scarier he was, the more people left him alone. 

Unfortunately it would appear that Hawkins fallen king hadn’t gotten the memo, given he seemed hellbent on kicking Eddie’s ass. 

"Come on Harrington, we can talk about this." Eddie says, as he’s shoved back, scrambling for a way out, as the former jock gets up in his face. 

The guy had called out his name the second he pulled into the parking lot (sans Buckley or any of the freshman they shared, which has Eddie's back up instantly) but Eddie had simply ignored him.

It was too early to deal with whatever had Harrington sounding like his ass was on fire.

Pity Steve had charged over instead, a look in his eyes that said whatever happened next was going to hurt.

Eddie carries a switchblade, but hes never had to use it before. 

Had instead made an entire production about having it, including cleaning his nails with the blade or stabbing it into the cheap wood desks when a teacher stepped out of the room. 

Had shouted that he’d pull it even when Harrington had charged him, but the guy didn't even blink.

Thus forcing Eddie to confront the fact that he really doesn’t want to stab someone.

Particularly not someone whose family has the police in their pockets (or did with Chief Hopper, though Eddie doesn’t doubt that the Harrington Hoard won’t immediately grab onto the next pig to get promoted.) 

His panic leaves him flailing but somehow, (and unfairly Eddie may add) Steve seems to expect this. 

Knows how to navigate it.

Eddie's back hits the metal of the van and he winces, expecting the hit, the pain. 

If he can duck, if he can make it so the first punch only grazes him, he can grab his fucking knife and wave it around, see if that gets the asshole off him, except--

Instead of hitting him, Steve reaches past, to yank one of the van’s passenger doors open. 

Herds Eddie inside, slamming the door behind him before snatching a fistful of Eddie's shirt and hauling him forward. 

"What--" Eddie asked, confused, right before Steve smashes their lips together. 

It's a hard kiss, practically a claim. 

Steve kisses him like a drowning man gasps for air and Eddie can only fall into it, stunned. 

(The stunned portion only lasts long enough for Eddie to blink before he's kissing back, hot and heavy.

He's been horny for Harrington since the asshole did a trick shot that showed off his ass and involved flipping Hagan off at the same time, sue him.) 

Thinks as he does, that this is probably a trap.

That even if it isn't, then whatever it is Steve will make him regret it--even if he started it. 

(Not like Eddie can claim he wasn’t enjoying it, either. He’s giving as good as he gets, dick quickly overwhelming any rational thought in his brain. 

He clings to Steve like a lifeline, gasping when the jocks takes his bottom lip between his teeth and lightly drags it out, begging to be let into Eddie's mouth. 

This isn't reality.

 Cannot be reality, must be the start of a wet dream or some…vivid hallucinations because when Eddie grinds himself upwards into Steve, cock chasing friction, Steve presses back.) 

"Fuck." Eddie moans when Steve finally releases him, panting up at the ceiling. 

"Do I have your attention now?" Steve asks, voice raspy and Eddie finds himself able to die happy, because that tone is downright possessive. 

"Yeah big boy, you have me--it." Eddie corrects himself fast, the words practically blending together. 

Steve gives a strangled sort of laugh at that, and instead of getting up, presses his face down onto Munsons shoulder. 

Eddie expects him to spring up at any moment. Declare insanity maybe, or far more likely threaten him about telling anybody.

If past bar hookups were an indicator, he'd  throw a few slurs in for good measure. 

(And those men had been at a gay bar, not Hawkins high school parking lot.) 

It's nothing Eddie can't handle, but Steve…isn't doing any of them.

Instead his breathings gone weird, body trembling--and Eddie can see how Steve is holding himself up.

Like he's worried about Eddie taking his weight.

Slowly, carefully, he raises a hand to the back of Steve's hair.

He presses in slow, waiting to be yelled at, waiting to be rejected but never is. 

"You can lay on me, Harrington, I won't break." Eddie tells him and knows his voice is too sweet when he says it.

Too lovey dovey, too awed. 

Too late, for him to recover into a normal voice but fuck it. Not like Eddie was known for making smart decisions. 

Nothing could have prepared him from the wounded noise Steve makes in return. 

"Hey--hey." Eddie says, in rising panic. "I've got you." 

"I know." Steve raises, and head coming up at last, cheeks red and tear stained but his eyes are clear.

Clear and fucking haunted.

 "I know you do, Eds, but we don't have time. Which is why I need you to listen to me, because I'm not the Steve Harrington you know."  

Utterly reeling from being called "Eds" it takes Eddie a moment to digest what was just said. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Steve sighs, a blast of frustration, and Eddie finds himself automatically scritching at Steve's head. 

For some reason that seems to help. 

"Your D&D finale’s tonight, right?" 

"Yes." Eddie says slowly, his mind spinning uselessly, every coherent thought derailed by something new. The moles on Steve's neck. The way he shifts, how his leg is tangling with Eddie's, awkwardly because it's cramped as shit back here. 

"I'm way past this. I've lived this. More than once." 

Aha. 

So it's a mental breakdown Steve's having. 

"I'm still waiting for you to make sense, Harrington." Eddie says to buy himself time to think. 

"Steve." The younger man corrects and he's holding Eddie's gaze. "And I'm not making sense because saying it sounds stupid." 

Eddie can't help the little derisive laugh that breaks out of him. "I hear a lot of stupid things, one more won't kill me." 

"I know, you're famous for your rants about them." Steve snarks back, but it's teasing. 

Friendly and familiar, like he's used to bantering. 

Not just that, but bantering with Eddie, specifically.

He doesn't know what to do with that, so he tugs a little on Harrington's too perfect hair. 

Demands an explanation with that little jolt--and somehow, Steve doesn't haul off and punch him for it. Instead a shudder rollers through him, eyes closing just a touch and--Oh.

Oh, Harri-Steve, likes it.

"I'm from the future." Steve says, which does indeed sound stupid. 

Eddie blinks. "What?" 

"Robin and I are stuck in a time loop-- we keep living this week over and over." He continues, only now he's leaning his head against Eddie's arm. 

"Every single time, you take the longest to get on board and buy in, and every single time I fail to get everyone out alive so fuck it. Fuck all of it--I'm speedrunning this part." 

Oh this is beyond breakdown. 

This is 'took something he shouldn't have and then some' and Eddie knows how to trip sit. 

He just…doesn't want to get punched for being the first person Steve released his repressed homosexual urges out on, drugged or not. 

(The fact Steve's still letting Eddie pet him like a cat absolutely does not have anything to do with it, no sir.)

because his mouth bypasses his rational mind most days and today is no exception. 

"Okay." Eddie says. "Let's say you are from the future and not shot up with what I'm assuming you were told was steroids and was very much not."

 Steve rolls his eyes. 

He never bothered to dry his cheeks and Eddie does it now for him, with the hand that's not in Steve's hair.

Steve leans into it, which somehow feels like the craziest part of it all.

"Prove to me that you're from the future." Eddie challenges.

"Oh the kissing wasn't enough? Fine." Steve bitches, before rattling off facts like he's blowing through answers on Jeopardy. 

"You call your guitar sweetheart and apologize for cheating on it anytime you use your other guitar, who is named Arwin. Your favorite mug in Wayne's collection is the Garfield one and you can play Master of Puppets by heart even though the album came out last month."

"And this is coming from the future and not one of the freshmen we somehow share custody over…?"  Eddie says, even while alarm shoots down his spine.

Had he told the kids about his Garfield mug? 

That his acoustic was named Arwin…?

He suddenly couldn't recall but that made the most sense. Had to make sense.

Steve huffs, annoyed.

Its very cute, and Eddie bites his own lip hard to keep himself focused. 

A finger dips under Eddie's collar, wrapping gently around the chain that sits there before he can react.

 "This," Steve emphasizes with a gentle tug, "was your mom's. She gave it to you the morning of the accident." 

Eddie's world stops.

Not the same way it stopped when Steve kissed him, it stopped in a way they felt like ice had been dumped over his head. A flash freeze that squeezed his chest, claws digging into his exposed heart.

The only person who knew about the pick was Wayne. 

No one else, not even his band, his closest friends, knew the origin of it. 

To tell someone that, to say it was not only his mothers but that shed given it to him the morning before some drunk asshole t boned her shitty, shitty car and killed her-- was akin to handing over step by step instructions on how to hurt him. 

Eddie would go to the ends of the earth for that pick, and he had never let anyone know just how important it was to him.

Except Steve Harrington, apparently. 

"Okay." Eddie says, "Okay, you're from the future. You said--" He pauses, swallows. 

Fights down his disbelief even as the dots connect, because why else would he tell anyone about his pick? 

The only reason he can possibly conjure is if he needed someone to give it back to Wayne, because he, for whatever reason, couldn't.

 "You said you're reliving this because you can't get everyone out alive?" Eddie managed to get out, grappling with the knowledge that "everyone" included him. 

"Yeah." 

 "Are you also my boyfriend or something?" 

"If we can make it there, then yes." Steve says, slightly hysterical. "And really? You're finally gonna believe me?" 

"Are you arguing here for me to believe you or not, Steve, you're giving conflicting signals--" 

"No it's--you've fought me on this man. I've tried every method of getting you with us and every time you argue until the bats show up but one kiss and you're all for it?" 

"Give yourself some credit, it was a grand slam of a kiss.” Eddie replies, because it was by far and large the best kiss of his life. 

He’d follow Steve to hell and back if more kisses like that were on the table, mental breakdown or no. 

Steve snorts at him, a half-hysterical sound. “Noted.” He says. 

Then; “You believe me though?”

“Not at all!” Eddie chirps with a wobbly grin that betrays him.  “But on the off chance you’re right the uh…the thing about my pick…” He trails off self consciously. 

“I should have guessed that was what it. You only ever tell me that when you’re dying.” Steve fills in for him, and it’s weird, to know that for two seconds Steve Harrington apparently read his face and correctly guessed what he was thinking about. 

Abruptly decides he doesn’t want to think of his impending doom any longer. 

“So how about we skip the dying part and focus on the boyfriend part?” He says, poking at Steve’s cheek. 

Steve makes a face at him, before grabbing a his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. 

“We gotta fix this mess first, Munson.” He tells him gently, looking up at him through his lashes and oh, that is a look Eddie will keep for the rest of his life. 

“Lead on, lassie.” Eddie tells him to hide how dazed he feels. “Let’s go save the world and shit.” 

With one final kiss to the palm of Eddie’s hand, Steve does. 

[steddieunderdogfics]

For hurt/comfort weekend:

When it’s over, you’re the start by Ammis (implied, referenced non-con)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52142113

And

Let’s (not) do the time warp again by Here_We_Go

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42297414

When it's over, you're the start by Ammis

Rating: Teens and Up

4,684 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Protective Robin Buckley, Protective Eddie Munson, Post-Battle of Starcourt (Stranger Things), Rape Aftermath, Established Relationship, Hurt Steve Harrington, Implied/Referenced Torture

Summary:

Set immediately post Starcourt. In a universe where the Russians didn't stop at beatings, Steve is holding on by Robin's hand and Eddie Munson had reasons to think there'd been one more body in the rubble.

Let's (not) do the time wrap again by Here_we_go

Rating: Teens and Up

22,393 words, 3/3 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Loop, another steve is stuck in a timeloop fic <3, saving the world with the power of exasperation and metal music, and love of course, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Protective Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, BAMF Eleven | Jane Hopper, BAMF Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Angst, Humor, Protective Robin Buckley, BAMF Nancy Wheeler, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

“Explain,” Erica snaps from where she and the others have all turned to watch the show. “That was my time loop password!” Dustin says and spreads his arms as much as he can while still wrapped up in Steve, clearly expecting awe. Lucas is the only one who delivers, “No fucking way,” he gasps. “Yes fucking way!” Dustin crows - Or Steve Harrington finally breaks the time loop and the aftermath.

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[kikidoesfanfic]

Chapter cover made by my @steddiebang2024 partner, the lovely @ghostdeb who also made a playlist and some other goodies for the fic you can find >here<

I'll be alone, dancing, you know it baby

Chapter 8: Every time I close my eyes, demons coming after me

Excerpt:

He tries Wayne this time, has Nancy tell him at Forest Hills to meet them back at Steve's place and be discreet. It's almost entirely worth it just to watch the reunion between him and Eddie, sets a warmth in Steve's heart he can hold on to during all of the issues of the next few days. Because bringing in a competent adult was a mistake. Wayne believes them when he sees the evidence of it, but he pushes to involve more people, more adults, says it isn't their job to risk their lives to fix the government's fuck ups. Points out that they're all only kids. It's not like he's wrong about any of it, but it's the shit hand they've been dealt for the last few years, so there's no point in arguing it now.

>Read on ao3 here<

[guysimtoohigh]

time loop fics where it's from the pov of a character who does not know they're in a timeloop are just *chefs kiss*

[choface]

nobody’s doing it for the blorbos like Hozier

[steddiesupportpodcast]

🕰️ X fell first, Y fell harder. The Y in this equation has been falling through space and time. Again and again and aga— 🪐

Episode six comes out tomorrow! We talk about Steddie jumping and falling in love through timeloops and— Uh. We talk about time— SERIOUSLY— WE TALK ABOUT—

Hosted by our lovely, Alena @peter-pantomime. With the wonderful Amy @mojowitchcraft, Manon @transmascsteveharrington and Sage @miserablekingsteve. Modded by the amazing Krissie @kwills91.

Special thanks to @strawberryspence for the clip! 🎥

[a-little-unsteddie]

WIP Wednesday Game

tagged by @sharpbutsoft <3 thankies <3

here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

My WIPs:

EXHALE (big bang)

dragon age au

sleeping with a ghoul

dating show au

what remains (future event fic, if you choose this, choose a second one for me to post! :))

Snippet from EXHALE:

Eddie didn’t have a chance to be disappointed for too long, because the next performer that came up on stage several minutes later could be likened to a goddess, if Eddie was foolish enough to name one to compare her to. Eddie felt his mouth go dry as he watched her sit on the provided stool, smiling crookedly at the crowd, who had cheered as she got into place. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to look away for a few moments as she tuned the guitar, unable to keep himself from trailing his eyes over her entire figure.

She was wearing a pink sleeveless turtle neck, with a heart cut out on the chest, revealing a hairy chest that had Eddie practically drooling. His gaze followed the natural flow of her figure, lingering on where the holes in the jeans were showing off a pair of fishnets. Eddie’s brain promptly turned into mush, a dialtone taking up most of his thoughts before he shook himself and turned away from the stage. He couldn’t keep looking at the angel of a person on the stage, and didn’t want to come off as creepy to anyone, let alone the beautiful Queen on the stage, so he instead flagged down the bartender.

If Eddie was just a little more delusional, he would have believed that the Queen’s next words were for him specifically, but he knew better.

“I see a few new faces,” she spoke, voice deeper than Eddie had been honestly anticipating, “let’s make sure they have a warm welcome.”

and now the tags!! :) no pressure ofc!

@sailing-through-hawkins @cuips-not-cute @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @apomaro-mellow @anzelsilver @goingsteddi3

[queerdiazs]

after much deliberation (thirty-six minutes) i've decided to mark timeloop fic as complete and change the title, teehee

[formosusiniquis]

Formatting question: if someone were writing a timeloop fic from the perspective of someone in the loop, like your average person totally unaware that they are reliving the same day, how quickly would you get annoyed if each chapter read exactly the same until that person interacted with the looper?

[cuips-not-cute]

"What did it feel like?" Steve asks sometime later, a new day ahead of them both. "Dying, I mean. Being dead."

Eddie pauses, dog-earing the page on his book to look up at Steve. He places it down on the couch beside him, scooting closer to lean his head down against Steve's shoulder.

"Not sure I remember, really." Eddie says. "I think it was dark. Like a big void. I'd be there in the real world and something would hurt, hurt bad, and then it'd just...stop. It'd go dark, and then I'd be slamming you into the wall again."

Steve hums thoughtfully. He'd died a few times, too. But he'd mostly just gone to that in-between place as the loops started up again. "You think that's what waits for us?" Steve asks. "When we do die?"

Eddie's quiet, his hand finding Steve's and lacing their fingers together, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. "I don't think so," Eddie says finally. "I don't think I was ever really dead."

excerpt from the last chapter of my newly completed fic, cyclical❤️

or, read from the beginning <3

[steddieficfind]

hey I'm looking for this fic where steve is stuck in like a groundhog day time loop of the day they try to kill vecna and eddie keeps dying. it was on ao3 and I remember it being fairly long. even though it was steve in the time loop i think all or part of it was from eddies pov. in the different loops theres a few times where eddie helps clean up steves wounds and they have like a -moment- in the bathroom of eddies trailer. at one point eddie makes a joke to him that he needs to try true loves kiss to get out of the loop and they kiss, but that loop eddie still dies and when the loop resets he makes the same joke and steve is like "i tried that already" and eddie assumes it was w nancy or robin. ummm in one of the loops steve tries to make eddie stay behind so he cant get killed but eddie is stubborn and tries to walk to follow them and Jason sees him on the road and runs him over. theres another loop where they go to hoppers cabin and hide out and try to make sure max cant get vecna'd. theres another one where steve shuts everyone out of the trailer and tries to go in alone, and then he gets killed by the bats and the loop starts over.

whenever steve explains it to them dustin is super skeptical and compares it to some scifi book and steve is like "yeah like that" and then hes like wtf howd you know that book and steve is like you told me, and he tells them all their favorite songs (bc in one of the first loops they tell eachother in case someone else gets vecnad) and abt nancys vecna vision and then they believe him. eddie always believes him right away though and at one point he asks eddie why he always believes him so easily and hes just like well its not the craziest thing thats happened in the last week.

I know theres like a lot of steddie time travel/time loop type fics so if none of that is helpful I can try to think of more details. thank you sm i rlly appreciate this blog:)

Request 10! Send me an ask if you recognize this fic!

[quokkafoxtrot]

I just tracked down and found the plot breakdown for Same As It Ever Was (plugplug) and it’s a completely different story than the one I wrote. Way more traumatic, way more death, way less soft boys. Not sure I would have enjoyed writing or reading that story.

Sometimes you just need a starting point to protect you from a blank page.

First loop, as expected.

Second loop. Steve thinks it’s a nightmare.

Third loop. Steve tries to change something. Robin dies.

Fourth loop. Steve runs. Refuses to participate. Everyone dies.

Fifth Loop. Steve loses his shit. Everyone dies.

Sixth-Tenth Loop. TRAUMA.

Eleventh Loop. Steve cracks. Tells Nancy. Tries to help him fix it.

Twelfth-seventeenth loops. Watches Nancy die over and over again.

Eighteenth loop. Tells robin.

Nineteenth-twenty second. Same again.

23rd-30th. Drinking. Getting high with Eddie. Making out with Eddie.

31st. SOMEHOW the idea gets floated that they all need to work together on it. Steve says that they all worked together on the plan and everyone had a role to play. Eddie says that clearly something went wrong, so they bring in Robin and Nancy and they try to work out how to get steve out of the loop together.

32nd. Steve tells Nancy, Robin and Eddie everything at the beginning of the loop. Nope. Eddie dies. Steve asks what the hell Dustin and Eddie were doing, finds out that Eddie and Dustin weren’t together.

33rd. Steve tells them all again, losing his shit, rips Eddie a new one for going off plan. “There’s no point in dying like a hero if the fight is unwinnable.” Tells Eddie to go with Dustin no matter what. They go through with the plan, Eddie leaves with Dustin, bats follow them throw, they burn Eddie’s trailer down. Steve etc go through the breach in Vecna’s house and help Lucas with Max (battered, not broken), and the loop doesn’t restart.

Day 1: Steve wakes up in his bed, Eddie’s arm slung over his stomach. Yay they won. Booty.

[steddieunderdogfics]

The Lathe by AroaceMoron

a German translation of the lathe by palmviolet

Rating: Mature

18,585 words, 3/13 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time LoopFix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Temporary Character Death, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, gratuitous use of chekhov's gun, Slow Burn, it takes getting stuck in a time loop for steve harrington to Realise Things about himself, Protective Steve Harrington, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, 80's Music, Survivor Guilt, Eddie Munson Lives (eventually), eldritch horror, Hurt/Comfort, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Dungeons & Dragons References, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, the inherent existential dread of repeating the same day over and over, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, someone needs to give steve and eddie a break, that someone is not me, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, german translation

Summary:

GERMAN TRANSLATION THE ENGLISH ORIGINAL WAS WRITTEN BY PALMVIOLET UNDER THE SAME NAME „Dieses Mal wird er es richtig machen. Dieses Mal wird Eddie weder in seinen Armen verbluten, noch in irgendjemand Anderes Armen. Dieses Mal wird Steve es richtig machen.“ – Oder, Steve durchlebt den Tag, an dem sie versuchen, Vecna zu töten, immer und immer wieder und Eddie kann einfach nicht aufhören zu sterben. Steve findet das völlig inakzeptabel.

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Chapter cover made by my @steddiebang2024 partner, the lovely @ghostdeb who also made a playlist and some other goodies for the fic you can find >here<

I'll be alone, dancing, you know it baby

Chapter 2: Time to eat all your words, swallow your pride

Excerpt:

"Hey hands off the hair what are you-" "I'm checking for a head injury, obviously," Robin says fingers still trying to probe around the back of his skull. Steve swats at her hands. "I haven't hit my head Robin, I'm telling you the truth, I already lived this day before. Look, soon Dustin and Max will come in looking for Eddie, there's gonna be a news report saying there was a body found in Forest Hills, it was Chrissy Cunningham. There's this guy, One, or Henry, but the kids call him Vecna, he's like El but all weird looking and he kills Chrissy and a few other kids because he wants to open up the Upside Down." She stares at him, hard, but she's biting her lip in that way she always does when she tries to 'break it to him gently'. "I'm not saying you're lying, I totally believe you think you've timetravelled." "Thank you." "But that doesn't mean you did timetravel," she holds a hand up to ward off the beginning of Steve's indignation. "Look maybe it was all just a really vivid nightmare! Or maybe you're having some prolonged deja vu, there's plenty of possibilities to explore before travelling through time Steve."

>Read the rest on ao3<