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lilac-hecox · 5 months

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For Ian's day, can I have some parent!Ianthony?

Ian/Anthony - Timeless Coda

I decided to make this an addition to the universe of my fic Timeless which is @wiggog-y-hecox's universe where Angela is the biological daughter of ianthony that travels back in time to work with her dads!

“Ian! Where’s the extra wipes?” Anthony calls from the nursery.

“Uh, the closet…I think?” Ian yells back.

Anthony has their infant daughter held out in front of him. She smiles at him big and gummy, and Anthony’s heart goes soft, but she also smells horrible, hence the holding her away from him. He pulls her close and holds her one armed so he can open the closet door. On top of the dresser that is stuffed with an array of onesies, pajamas, outfits, clothes gifted by their excited parents, co-workers, and friends. Angela has more than she could ever want, is a few packs of wipes. They’ll have to order more soon.

There’s the sound of footsteps and then Anthony hears Ian much closer.

“Find them?”

Anthony pulls back. Angela squeals upon seeing Ian and waves her arms excitedly.

It’s still a little strange, knowing this small infant is their co-worker and future adult daughter Angela. Right now, she’s round-faced, adorable ten-month-old with dark brown hair like Ian’s, and big brown eyes like Anthony. She’s so cute, and already loves to make them laugh, loves to see people giggle at her and be the center of attention. It isn’t hard now to see how she winds up being the Angela that ends up at Smosh.

Her favorite thing lately is waving, and she curls her hand in a wave and mumbles out a tiny “Hi!”

Ian smiles and he goes to take her from Anthony, but then he catches a whiff of her diaper and backs up, “Oh my God.”

“Yeah,” Anthony says, tickling her cheek and hearing her giggle, “Someone is super stinky.”

Ian takes the wipes instead and Anthony carries his wiggling daughter to the changing table in her bedroom. Future Angela, adult Angela, she had approved of the nursery. The soft pastels, the gold accents, the white furniture.

Adult Angela left their time shortly after the past version of herself was born. Having two versions of the same person around could make too many paradoxes, could cause issues, and so reluctantly, Angela left to her own time. She’s missed by the Smosh cast and crew, and the fans are always asking for her to return. It is strange to miss her, to miss her and be around her at the same time. Ian’s caught Anthony watching compilations a few times, clips of all her best moments on Smosh or times she’s interacted with them on film, Anthony in bed, with their daughter on his chest, misty eyed as he watches clips that contain both the past and the future.

Anthony quickly changes their daughter, Ian serving as the distraction, making stupid faces at their kid as she breaks down in giggles and tries to snatch a handful of Ian’s mustache or his glasses off his face.

When she’s clean Ian is the one that picks her up and she does grab two fistfuls of his cheeks and facial hair.

“Ow…” Ian groans as he carefully pries her tiny hands off his face, “don’t hurt dada.”

“Dada!” Angela squeals.

Ian laughs, he points at Anthony who is throwing away the used diaper into the trash can in her room.

“And who’s that?”

“Pa!”

Anthony goes to wash his hands in the nearby bathroom. After they got into a long-term relationship they bought a house together, keeping the Smosh house, and their old individual houses. Angela doesn’t like to spoil the future too much, but her eyes had widened the first time she had saw their house.

“This is my childhood house, where I grew up,” she had said fondly, wiping her eyes.

It warms Anthony’s heart to know already that this house he and Ian and their daughter live in, it’s their forever home, the home they raise their little girl in, where they are happy, where she grows up, where they eventually adopt their extremely spoiled dog and own an extremely fancy coffee maker.

Ian carries Angela out to the living room, baby proofed for Angela’s protection. There’s a scattering of infant toys and as soon as Angela sees her toys she wriggles in Ian’s arms to be placed on the floor.

“Alright, here,” he says, setting her down.

Angela stands on wobbling legs before she falls on her cute freshly diapered bottom.

Anthony slides next to Ian and tucks an arm around his waist, watches as Angela scoots herself across the floor to attack her favorite stuffed animal, some soft and fluffy bunny that Chanse had bought for her as a present a few months ago and she hasn’t been able to put it down since.

“She knows we’re besties,” Chanse had said, looking fondly at the baby version of Angela, “she’s gonna take care of my ass when I’m old and decrepit.”

“Hey, hey, she’ll be busy taking care of our ancient asses,” Anthony said.

“Like you don’t think she’ll stick you in a home first chance she gets,” he said with a laugh.

“Ang would never do that to her dada and pop-pop would she?” Ian had said to her. She smiled at him and let out a giggle.

The Smosh cast and crew love her obviously. Whenever she goes to the office with them – because now it has its own operating daycare room on site – they are quick to fawn over her, talking to her, making her laugh. Anthony and Ian figure it’s their way of coping, their way of loving Angela, the one they know that everyone misses.

Anthony presses a kiss to the top of Ian’s head. It feels like a miracle still that they ended up here even though they both had visible proof three years ago when their future selves had visited the past. Between the time their past selves visited and until they got together, Anthony always wondered what event it would be that would kick it off, make them finally realize they wanted to be together. Looking back now, it just sort of happened, it was natural, as natural as breathing.

“Love you,” Anthony whispers to Ian.

Ian smiles and leans up on his tippy toes to kiss Anthony on the lips.

“I love you too.”

#ianthony #timeless au #polysmosh #smoshships #my writing #my fics #my fic #fluff #ian's day #Ian's day 2023 #kidfic #parent!ianthony #prompts

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ask-cups-mugs-and-everyone-else · 9 months

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rules, warnings, and character info

rules:

what’s not allowed:

-no sexual content/questions

-do not force shipping or interactions

-this blog is to escape reality, so please do not ask political questions

- i will only allow a certain amount of time for roleplaying, so please do not force your story into mine (only 1-3 rp questions)

-reblogs are appreciated! but DO NOT REPOST my work

-don’t be upset if your ask isn’t answered on time for you. and do not try and push me to finish faster. art takes time!

-please don’t harass me because your ship isn’t here. i do not ship characters anymore (not to hate on anyone who does, it’s fine if you like to! :))

-absolutely NO cupcest

-please do not trauma dump or vent in the asks. i understand you are hurting, but i am not a professional and cannot help you.

what’s allowed:

-magic anons (m!a) are allowed

-your oc can interact with my cuphead au (but remember, only 1-3 asks)

-you can give the characters items, but nothing that affects the story or AU’s canon

-interactions with the characters (like hugs, high fives, etc) are allowed. but remember, even though they are fictional, consent is still necessary. so please don’t be offended if i have a character say no to a hug or high five and such. you can always ask again later

-minor cussing allowed. but please keep it a decent amount.

-with the roleplaying, crossovers with other existing characters or AUs are fine! but please use permission of the AU creators and remember, keep it at 1-3 asks. (and make sure it will not affect my AU canon)

-this is a timeless AU, so you can talk about devices, events, memes, etc from recent years.

-everything else is kinda self explanatory (aka be respectful, you can ask any character any question thats sfw, etc etc)

warnings:

-this blog has some swearing

-blood and mild gore will appear here, but there will be TWs for that

-this blog deals with serious issues. such as trauma, grief, mental illness, physical illness/injury, death, mentions of car accidents/hospitals/cemeteries, and abuse

-this blog will involve guns and other weapons

-this blog is 13+ for gore and heavy themes. if you’re younger than 13, don't hold me responsible if your parents find you looking at something you shouldn’t be

-there are no religious themes in this blog (as of right now). so don’t be snobby if something is inaccurate.

-you cannot ask something to elder kettle. he is deceased in this AU. apologies :’) ik it’s probably an overused cuphead au trope, but hey :’)

character info (main 3 bc i’m too lazy to put everyone lol):

cups:

mischievous, but more responsible than in game

16 years old

no job

mugs:

responsible, but can still have fun

18 years old

has a job

dice:

responsible and fun

36 years old

has a job

#cuphead #cuphead ask blog #cuphead fanart #cuphead fandom #ask blog #cuphead au #mugman #king dice #timeless au #sketches #blog post #intro post #idk what else to add here #fandom #fandom fanart

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effulgent-girl · 2 years

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Timeless follows the adventures of an unusual trio — a history professor, Jaime Lannister, a scientist, Podrick Payne, and a soldier, Brienne Tarth — as they attempt to stop Catelyn Tully, a time-traveling criminal, from changing the course of history.

#jaime x brienne #leftovers from jb week #timeless au #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #graphic #gotedit #time travel #time machine #effulgentgirl #I really had to think who the flynn in this verse could be

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a-chlolix-blog · 1 year

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Timeless AU

AU idea by @scuderiagorobets

I've decided that Marinette, Adrien, and Alix are the only ones who are gonna keep their canon Miraculous.

So, I need Kwami Swap ideas for those who are gonna be on the team.

The first three members of the team are gonna be Chloé, Kagami, Luka, Jalil and Nino. What Miraculous do you think these three should have aside from their Canon ones?

Also, I would LOVE some strong and dangerous Akuma ideas!

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir #AUs #Timeless AU #Chloé Bourgeois #Chloe Bourgeois #Alix Kubdel #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Kagami Tsurugi #Luka Couffaine #Other Characters

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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So you all enjoyed that new chapter of Timeless huh?

Bonus:

#timeless au #whoops #its hoing to get worse #this is not the saddest chapter #or the only one with body horror elements #shitpost #silco x reader

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west-tokyo-incidents · 1 year

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#music #the facility #timeless au #specifically that one rage/mizho paresse/fussa piece cc wrote #but also it feels strongly like Mother #if his singing could be comprehended it would sound like a son lux song #Youtube

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bizships · 1 year

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Chapters: 21/38 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ayala/Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway, Tom Paris/B'Elanna Torres, Chakotay/Tessa Omond Characters: Kathryn Janeway, Ayala (Star Trek), Tom Paris, B'Elanna Torres, Seven of Nine, Tessa Omond, The Doctor (Star Trek), Kashyk (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Whumpcember22, Episode: s05e06 Timeless, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Timeless AU, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

In this AU of Timeless, there were five survivors on Voyager.

These are their stories.

Will they be rescued?

#janeway x chakotay #janeway x ayala #chakotay x tessa #wordsofjc #timeless au #whumpcember 2022 prompts

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team-timeless-au · 2 months

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Link lore drop

#team timeless au #linkverse au #links meet au #loz #the legend of zelda #tloz #tt rhythm #tt trill #tt kart #tt zombie #tt rufu #tt scribble #tt kori

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xspeter · 6 months

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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

❥ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

Summer, 1537

England

Your mom and dad never were in love. Not really anyway. Of course, they insisted that the kind of love you were looking for didn't really exist. It was either be forced to marry a man you didn't know, or be shunned and most likely made a kingdom pariah.

Honestly, being a pariah didn't sound like the worst option..

"Mama, why must you force me to marry this man? I do not even know him! What if- What if he's insane and ends up murdering me? What then?" You argued, ignoring the way your mothers patience seemed to be cracking agonizingly slow.

"He is not a murderer, Y/N. Now, you can either sit there and look pretty or I will see to your mouth being sewn shut." She threatened, and you knew better than to call her bluff.

With an eye roll you leaned back in your chair as your maids continued prepping you for your date with some prince you'd never even heard of.

And just like you'd expected, the date had not gone well in the slightest. The prince, who's name you could not seem to even remember, was quite possibly the most boring person you had ever met. He didn't seem to have any kind of... personality. No hobbies, No talents, No nothing. Just nothing.

What kind of life would it be to be married to someone who can't appreciate the world like you do? And you knew that this man most definitely did not.

Your Mother and Father did not seem to share your sentiment though, because they were already planning the wedding.

You furrowed your brows as they gushed about the prince, "We- I do not even know this man. I will not be forced into an unhappy life just because that's what you both think is right! I will not do it!" You seethed.

Your mother seemed stunned into silence, her eyes glazing over icily, until they no longer held any warmth. If they ever even had.

"Go to your room." She said strangely calm.

You huffed, "No! I am not done-"

Your mother fixed you with a glare, "If you know what's best for you, girl, you will get your face away from me. You will marry him, the arrangements have already been made. Now, go."

Your mother seemed to shatter whatever hope you had for your future with just one sentence. You will marry him, the arrangements have already been made.

Your eyes immediately began to tear up and you quickly made your way through the castle to your bedroom. Frantically, you threw yourself onto the bed and sobbed.

This could not be happening. What about... What about-

There was a knock at your window, but it didn't startle you. You had been expecting it. Your limbs felt like butter as you hauled your body to open the window for him- for Steve.

Your Steve.

"Hello, Princess." He said slyly, but once he noticed you failed to give your usual retort to his pet name, he immediately knew something was wrong. Something had happened.

"Y/N..." He said softly. He reached a warm hand out to your shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of your face. When he did, he felt his heart shatter into a million peices.

Your face, usually flushed with life and love for the world, was flushed with something else today. Tears. Cold, salty tears.

"What happened?" He asked frantically, hands reaching out to cup your face, though your eyes remained downcast even as he held you.

You choked on a sob as you finally confirmed both of your worst fears, "They did it." You sniffed, "They've officially found me a suitor."

Steve's world felt as if though it were crashing down at your confession. The both of you had known this day was coming, that you would not be able to live your life in peace. You both knew that eventually, your secret bedroom rendezvous would have to come to an end. And it seemed they finally were.

Steve stiffened slightly. He wanted to be brave for you, to be brave for the woman he loved so, very dearly, but his own facade was crumbling.

He bit his lip, his hands falling from your face down to your waist, "We'll figure it out. I know we will-" He began, but you cut him off with the shake of your head.

"It'll never work." You choked out. Steve's heart shattered for the second time tonight.

"Please," He began, "Run away with me, be with me, I... I love you. I love you more than i've ever loved anything in this whole world. You are my sun. You are my moon. You are everything to me- I don't know if- if I can live without you-"

"You will." You interrupted. Your fingers finding purchase on the apples of his cheeks. "You will live. If not for yourself, then for me. Even if this is the end of my life as I know it, I will not let it be the end of yours." You said, tears brimming in your eyes once more.

"But, just, promise me this," You whispered, and Steve nodded, nose brimming a red color. "Anything." He breathed.

"In the next life, please, find me."

May, 1944

New york

The streets were bustling with activity. You'd just arrived in New York, all the way from Virginia. With the war continuing to rage on, one of the country's biggest hotspots for journalists had slowly became the big apple. And you were determined to build a name for yourself here.

The handles of your suitcases were heavy on your shoulders as you attempted to make your way through the humungous crowds. The cars buzzing past put you on edge a bit, but the people... God, there were so many people. How were you supposed to do anything with this many people-

You shrieked as someone collided into you, your suitcases dropping to the floor with a sickening clap.

Your hands threw themselves out as you attempted to catch yourself, but two broad hands found purchase on your waist before you could hit the ground.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" The stranger asked. Once you found your footing again, you quickly bent down and grabbed your bags, doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks swelled a pretty pink color with embarrassment.

"Yes, yes I think-" Brown. Your senses were filled with a honey- no was it chestnut? Either way, it was beautiful. But also familiar. The sudden familiarity you felt once you'd looked at the stranger was like an itch you couldn't quite reach. Somewhere, deep in your soul, you knew for a fact you knew this man. But how?

The man seemed to feel it too, because his whole demeanor suddenly changed. His shoulders slumped a bit and he grimaced as if he was in pain. He seemed to catch himself though, and just as quickly as his face had changed, it did again. "I'm so sorry, ma'am." He said, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asked.

You giggled and shook your head, "It was an accident. There's no need to worry about it." You said, a sickeningly sweet smile etched across your face.

You and the mystery man stared at each other for what felt like ages. The steady rush of the crowd blurring around the both of you, until the only thing your mind could focus on was him.

Though, once someone shoulder checked him, you both seemed to snap out of the trance. The man cleared his throat, and you pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. With a tip of his hat and a tight smile, the man was off, and you were quick to follow suit.

The both of you continued in opposite directions, but something felt wrong. It felt like... like you were making a mistake. Before you knew it you were turning around, but it seemed the man had the same idea.

You both nearly bumped into each other again, practically chest to chest. He cleared his throat as you snickered, "Could I..." He stammered, "Could I have your name?" He asked.

August 1945

New York

The hospital was dimly lit, the feeling of death lingering in the air. You tried to hold back your tears as best you could, really you did. Steve always said he hated when you cried, so you did your best to not do it in his final moments. But, still, the dam has broke.

"Y/N, my love," He whispered, shaky hands reaching out to hold you one last time. "Steve..." You sniffed.

It really wasn't fair. The two of you had begun a relationship and there had been instant sparks. It had felt like fate had pulled the both of you together, like you were meant to be. Of course, logically, you knew there was no possible chance something like that could be true, but deep down, you really did believe it.

When Steve had been drafted into the war, your blood had ran cold. No matter how many times Steve reassured you, no matter how many letters he sent, you knew he wouldn't be coming back. And you had been right.

"Steve, please," You cried. Steve wiped your tears away, and you brought your hand up to hold his as it stroked your cheek.

Steve just smiled. Steve was dying, and he smiled.

"I love you." He whispered.

"Promise me," You sobbed, "Promise me in the next life, you'll find me."

November, 1983

Hawkins

Steve should've know you'd do this. You, always so selfless. And now- you're dying. And it's all Steve's fault.

If you would have asked Steve the beginning of his junior year of high school what he thought of you, he would have said that you were some weird loner girl. He would've made fun of you with those dickheads Tommy and Carol, and he wouldn't of even had second thoughts about it.

But then, Steve had barged into the Byers house on that fateful night when he was introduced to the Upside Down, and his view on things changed. His view on you changed.

You, of course, were still wary of him during your senior year. Even when he sent you warm smiles and tried to show you that he wasn't King Steve anymore, you still tensed at the sight of him- and honestly, it hurt him. He knew he deserved it though.

So when Nancy broke his heart on halloween night, and he found himself suppressing sobs outside some run down gas station, the last person he expected to comfort him was you.

You had held him as he drunkenly sobbed into your shoulder, you bought him some water to sober him up, and you took him home. After that, you started to warm up to him.

You started to return his waves and his smiles, even sometimes sending him one of your own. You didn't mind it when he asked you for help with his homework, in fact, you offered to tutor him.

So when Dustin called him about some creature stuck in his cellar, he had been more than thrilled to see you there as well.

"You two dipshits are the only ones who I could find to help me." He had complained. Steve had scoffed in annoyance, "I swear to god if this is some stupid prank-"

"It's not a prank!" Dustin defended.

You had insisted you come down the cellar with him, claiming it was dangerous for him to go down there alone. He argued with you on it, explaining how he could take of himself, but you insisted. And so he unknowingly found himself starting a cycle of him insisting you stay behind, and you simply refusing.

One of Steve's favorite, but worst memories of you had been from that very next day. None of you had expected Billy Hargrove to be a problem that night, and yet he was.

You, in all your braveness, had stood up to him as soon as he attempted to lay a hand on Steve. You pushed him, yelled at him, called him names- Steve remembers thinking that you were truly something else. Until Billy had had enough of your shit and knocked you into the china cabinet hard enough to leave you concussed and bruised.

Steve remembers the rage he had felt watching you slowly crumple to the floor in defeat. He had attempted to finish what you started- but instead Billy had beat him to a pulp.

Then there was that time you both worked at Star court together.

This was when your friendship had finally blossomed into what it was today. After the events of halloween, you both badly needed someone to be able to go to for comfort. So you found each other.

Starcourt, even with all its horrors, had brought Steve so much joy. Joking around with you and Robin, helping the kids sneak into movies, it was all just a blast.

Then the Russians happened and you had nearly been killed. You, him, and Robin had all been kidnapped and tortured. Your cries of pain still plagued his nightmares. Having to sit helplessly as the Soviets tore through your soul bit by bit was the worst moment of Steve's life.

Once the Russians deemed your bodies had been broken enough and they left the three of you alone, you, thinking that this would be the place you die, confessed to Steve that you were starting to fall in love with him. And Steve had been silent.

Robin, quickly lied and said that Steve had passed out, and he had no issue going along with it. But hearing your feeble "oh" and the way your shoulders slacked even more made Steve feel guilty. Because he was falling in love with you too. But Nancy had really done a number on Steve, and he was scared. Scared that you would realize you deserved more and better and... you'd leave him. Just like she did. And Steve wasn't sure if he could handle that.

Once you had all been rescued and thrown into a war with a flesh demon, Steve was reminded of your stupid hero complex. You had thrown yourself right in the middle of it, throwing firework bombs and taunting the monster. When Eleven had been kidnapped you were the first to attempt to run and save her. Steve knew it would be a suicide mission though, so he grabbed you and held you. Despite all your kicking and screaming and sobbing- he held you close.

And now... you were here. Max is cursed, people in hawkins are dying, and there's a new threat that's nothing like any of you have ever seen before.

When Steve had been pulled into the water, you had jumped in right after him. You fought off the monsters as hard as you possibly could and yet you still lay here in front of him- dying.

You had been fine for a while, adventuring with the group and never complaining of any pain. Steve shouldn't noticed how you sucked in your lower lip if you moved to quickly. He should've noticed the sweat beginning to build up on your forehead. He should've fucking noticed.

When you fell against the mattress in the real world, he should've seen how it knocked the breath out of you.

But he didn't. And now you were here, laying in his arms in Eddie Munsons trailer.

Nancy had just woken from whatever spell Vecna put her under, and just as she had woken up- you had fallen down. He could still hear the thump your body made when it hit the ground.

"Shit- Y/N!" His knees immediately hit the carpet next to you and he hurled you up into his arms. Robin quickly began listing yoir shirt to expose the wounds that they had covered earlier, which had long since soaked through the makeshift bandages.

You began to cough and choke on your own blood, your body convulsing in pain.

"You're okay. You're okay. You're okay." Steve chanted softly, signaling for someone to call an ambulance. Eddie seemed to get the memo- and dashed for a phone.

"Steve..." You said hoarsely.

"You're not gonna die. I won't let you die.." He said, his grip on you tightening slightly. The rest of the group could barely stand to watch the scene in front of them. All of them knowing all too well about the feelings the both of you harbored for one another.

"It's okay..." You sighed out. Steve shook his head, his tears begging to roll of his cheeks and hit your hairline.

"You're gonna be okay." He sobbed out.

"Promise me," You said, "I'm the next life, you'll find me."

You awoke to the soft sound of beeping.

Groggily, you looked around the room. You were met with the sight of pristine white countertops and machines.

You were slowly made aware of the weight on the side of your bed, a head. Steve Harrington. His hair is sticking up in places, and his cheek is squished against the sheets. You take a metal picture of the sight.

Carefully, you shake him awake. “Steve..” You coo softly. Steve immediately jumps up, eyes wide. You’re eyes widen in shock at the sudden movement. You both sit and stare at eachother before Steve is practically lunging at you. His large arms embrace you in a hug, and his tears damped your shoulder.

“You’re awake…” He hiccups. “Never do that again.”

You smile and hug him tightly, “I promise, i’ll never leave you again. But you have to promise me, that no matter what happens, you’ll find me in the next lifetime.”

Steve smiles and squeezes your hand tighter, “I promise.”

May, 2005

Chicago

“Be careful Dean!” You call out to your son, huffing slightly at the way he seems to ignore you. “He’s thirteen honey, he’ll be okay.” Your husband, Steve, reassures you. Your six year old daughter huddled safely in his hold.

Your bite your lip anxiously, “I know that. I’m just worried about him going out into town by himself.” You say.

“He’s not by himself, he’s with his friends.” Steve reassures you. You roll your eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Steve chuckles and kisses you on the cheek, “How about we go in that shop?” He suggests, “Maybe it’ll help ease your mind.” He explains and you gladly accept.

The shop is tiny, but it’s practically overfilled with different antiques.

You looked at the counter, and your met with the sight of a tiny cardboard box. Above it, there’s a sign that says: Photos, ¢25 each.

You take a peak inside and find many different pictures of old timey photos, but one catches your eye. It’s a picture of a couple from the forties. The man is dressed in an army jacket and appears to be heading off to war. The woman, who you assume is his lover, stands next to him and gives him a kiss in the cheek. They both hold giant smiles and lovesick gazes. But the one thing that catches your eye, is their uncanny resemblance to you and Steve.

“Honey,” you call, “Come look at this.” Steve makes his way over happily, your daughter playing with something she found. “What is it?” He asks, and you show him the photo. Steve simply smiles.

“I told you i’d find you in every lifetime, didn’t i?”

❥ 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬!

#steve harrington x reader #timeless #soulmate au #fluff #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x you

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zucchiyeni · 11 months

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For a lil project i'm having 😎🔥

Finished this in one sitting hello?!??? Soo so proud how it turns out💞

Cross belongs to Jakel95

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 months

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Timeless - Part 5: "We Really Were Timeless"

"I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray. We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made, and you'll say, 'Oh my, we really were timeless'..."

Summary: It's the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, the kind of love you don't put down, and somehow, you know you would've found each other in every life.

'Timeless' Chapter List | The Grumpy Sunshine Series

You smile down at the cardboard box that sits in your lap. You hold up a yellowing photograph, "Oh, I remember this! This was one of our very first assignments with the three of us. It was a complete disaster."

"Why? What happened?"

"Oh, what didn't happen!" you giggle. "We were after some bad guy - an arms dealer, I think. They almost got away. We had an entire building evacuated because we accidentally started a fire, which they still blame me for. We bickered the whole time." You look down at the photograph, at you, Bucky, and Sam, at the whole box filled with photos of the life you made. "And it was the most fun I ever had."

"I can't believe it," Sam awes from the other side of your porch.

"It feels like yesterday," you agree.

"No, I still can't believe that after all this time, you still won't admit that you started that fire."

"I didn't!" you insist. "We've been through this time and time again, Sam. I didn't start that fire."

"What about-"

The question is cut off by the slam of the screen door and a begrudging sigh, "You're supposed to be helping them with their project, not doing it for them, Mom."

You dismissively wave off your oldest child, Thomas, "I'm just telling stories."

Your oldest grandchild holds up a picture from decades ago. One of you and Nick Fury. Side by side, you wear a beaming grin that looks even more bright compared to his stoic frown and crossed arms. It was taken on the day you celebrated his birthday against his will. "Who's that?"

"He is the man that saved my life. We named your Uncle Nick after him."

"So how did you and grandpa meet?"

"Your Uncle Sam introduced us."

"That's right, you're all here because of me!" Sam boasts from the porch swing across the deck.

You chuckle and roll your eyes, "We all worked together. We would've met either way."

"That doesn't mean he would've talked to you if it weren't for me."

"Don't listen to him, kids. He's full of sh- He's full of it. I said it!" Bucky announces, refusing to put another dollar in the family swear jar.

"Nice save." You pat Bucky's leg with a soft chuckle. "It's true, though. He didn't like me very much when we first met."

He settles beside you with a gruff muttering, "That's not true."

"What?" Your oldest grandchild pouts, "Why didn't Grandpa like you?"

"I don't know." You shrug, turning to Bucky with a teasing grin. "James? Why didn't you like me when we first met?"

"Trick question, I always liked you."

"What'd you like about him?"

"It was those eyes," you reply. "The same beautiful blue eyes you have."

"What about these? Is that you?"

You smile, remembering that antique shop from a lifetime ago, "It was us in another life."

"Can I see that?" Bucky asks, jutting his chin toward the box in your lap. You slide the box over to him.

The years came and went. You knew that. But as you look around your porch, at the proof of a love that would last much, much longer than a lifetime, you're left wonderstruck.

The family you found. The family you built. The life you that never ceased to amaze you.

You look at Sam, the smile lines now permanently etched into his face. You look at Bucky, his dark hair now grayed with time. But those blue eyes, the same eyes you fell in love with on that very first day, those were still the same.

Time broke down your bodies, but it never touched your soul. It was an age old classic. It was your age old classic. The story started long ago, at that very first hello.

"Oh my..." It's not very often Bucky gets struck by overwhelming waves of emotion. He flips through the box to find much more than a lifetime's worth of memories. "We really were timeless."

The clanging of the grandfather clock startles you, tearing your eyes away from the photo. "Sorry, I think I got lost in thought there."

The shopkeeper chuckles at you, waving her hand at you, "It's no problem, dear."

You chuckle, "That's the second time that grandfather clock scares me."

The shopkeeper quirks her head at you, "What grandfather clock?"

"The -" You point in the direction of the clanging. Your brows furrow when you turn to see nothing but more stacks of books there. "Uh, never mind....Thank you for showing me around. You have a lovely store. I should be getting back now."

"It was my pleasure, I'm sure you and Bucky will have lifetimes worth of happiness."

"Thank you." You offer a smile in return. It takes you a moment to realize that you never told her Bucky's name. "Wait, how did you-"

But as you turn back around, she's gone. The store is as empty and silent as it was when you first walked in.

Though there's a strangeness you can't ignore, there's a something else more important that you need to do. You walk out of the storefront, and immediately dial the only person on your mind. You know he probably won't answer, not with how chaotic his mission turned out, but still, you just need to hear his voice.

"Doll? Is everything okay?"

You sigh in relief, a lightness filling your chest and lungs. Tears unexpectedly spring to your eyes, overwhelmed by the stories of love and triumph. It felt so real. It felt like it was you and him. A love as timeless as they come. You shake your head, clearing the knot building in your throat, "Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice."

He groans dramatically. You swear you can almost see the grimace he wears. "God, I miss you."

"I miss you, too," you softly exhale, wiping away the stray tear that slips down your cheek. "So, so much."

"I have something to tell you, by the way."

You finally perk up. "Yeah?"

"Turn around."

You softly gasp, whirling around to see him. His smile is brilliant. The faint orange of the setting sun only makes his eyes shine even brighter. He's here. Standing before you. You bound into him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"I missed you so much," you mutter into his shoulder.

"Me too."

You're not sure how long you stand there holding onto each other in the middle of the cobblestone streets, but you do know you're going to be fine. You were going to be more than fine.

As long as you were his and he was yours, it would all be fine.

You were going to be timeless.

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