Marvel’s got me writing about Lightning McQueen now 🧡
Workplace romance — naturally you met at the work place, the TVA brought you on as a secretary at first and that’s where Mobius noticed you. He’ll never forget the first time that beautiful smile greeted him when he came back from a timeline investigation. You were still learning your part and had a cheat sheet you referenced. “Agent. . .,” you looked over your papers, but he beat you to it, “Mobius,” he nodded, enjoying your grateful smile before you continued, “is there anything you’d like- need to archive?” You looked up and he took in the colour of your eyes, “no, nothing to archive,” he answered, speaking softly, almost in a trance with a smile pulling on his lips.
↳ eventually you got moved to a cubicle and everyone was whispering saying ‘Mobius looks like a lost puppy, have you seen him?’ You shook your head and they explained that he had gotten very fond of you at the front desk, so when you moved he thought something had happened to you. Since then you made it your #1 priority to find him and let him know that you’d been moved. Speed walking through the hallway, you looked right and left at every off-shooting hallways from the main one. Next thing you knew you ran right into him, tripping over your own feet, but instead of falling you found his hands against the back of your arms, keeping you upright, “now I see why they keep you behind a desk,” he said teasingly, before you went on to explain where you’d been relocated to.
Surprises — since you don’t get to leave the TVA, Mobius started bringing back small little items from different worlds and time periods for you. Usually Ravonna gets to keep the big things, that’s why Mobius made sure to give you things that he could slip in his pocket and manage to sneak over to your cubicle with. Sometimes its something that lasts, like a small snow globe, jewelry, books, postcards, etc. Other times it’s something fleeting, like a flower, a scented candle, a snack, etc. While he himself enjoys some of the cool stuff he picks up, he far more prefers the joy that lights up your face when he comes to the corner of your cubicle and hands you something new. There’s nothing like the way you gasp and look up asking, “what is it?” eager for an explanation.
Lunch — the TVA is always so bust, naturally, that you don’t really get time together aside from brief moments when you visit each other’s cubicles, so lunch has become a special time. You meet at the exact same table, usually at the exact same time. When he’s late you get nervous that something’s happened to him, when you’re late, he worries that you’ve found somebody else. However you both always wind up at the same table, never more than 5 min late.
↳ you both apologise when you’re late though. || “sorry,” he winces apologetically taking a seat across from you. / “it’s fine, don’t worry,” you assure him. / “I know you worry though,” he gave a knowing look, and you relaxed your shoulders giving a smile that told him he was right and you were just glad he was safe, Mobius reaches his hand across the table and you take it, “thanks for ordering for me,” he strokes his thumb against the back of your hand. || “sorry, sorry,” you say quickly walking up to the table, Mobius stands to pull out your chair for you even though it’s just the cafeteria. “It’s okay, no rush,” he smiles, beyond happy you showed up. / “the printer on the 15th floor is the slowest thing in the world,” you said a little out of breath, and he exhaled the breath he was holding
He’s a total softie — despite being pretty fearless and witty with missions and variants, he’s an absolute sweetheart. He’s got a soft spot for the vintage things and tradition, like opening doors for you, pulling your chair out for you, and standing when you enter a public space. He remembers birthdays, anniversaries (even the small ones like “I-first-met-you-day”), dates, and the little things. || again, despite being pretty tough when it comes to dealing with variants, he’s definitely in touch with his emotions and they often control his impulses more often than not.
Goodbyes — since Mobius focuses on the particularly dangerous time criminals, you can’t deny that sometimes you get nervous about him going out in the field. He usually goes to investigate the aftermath, but regardless you’re aware that it could be dangerous, you never know. So, you make it a point to be there before he goes. “Just- be careful, okay?” You ask, fiddling with his tie. / “I’m always careful,” he says with a chuckle, you perk an eyebrow with a questionable quirk of your lips, “alright, I’ll try harder, only for you though.” Some of the other agents are a little jealous that he has someone to see him off.
↳ when he comes back he always finds you, wherever you may be. You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh his name with relief. “It’s been so long, I was so worried,” you admitted. / He chuckled, “I’ve only been gone an hour.” / “Not here, it’s felt like-“ / “days,” he nodded, remembering the time change from TVA time to other times. With that he drew you back into a hug and held you for a while longer. Somehow moments like these never lasted long enough, no matter the time.
Overtime — between the two of you Mobius is more likely to work overtime, usually because he feels he’s just on the brink of discovering something big. You often offer your help in searching through the files and evidence, but sometimes you gently try and pull him away from it for just a few minutes. “Mobius,” you called, but his eyes remained on his desk. You leaned back against the edge of his desk, slowly sliding yourself further inward. He lifts his hand out of your way and places it on the other side of you when you’re finally right in front of him. He leans back looking up at you, “sorry, I’m just- I think I’m finally on the right track,” he says. You sigh, placing yourself across his lap, arms reaching around his neck, “ten minutes?” You ask. There’s a pause before, “alright, that I can do,” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and leaning back in his chair.
He has decided to revamp his little office — once he found out that you were expecting, he tried to make everything / everywhere that you interacted with as comfortable as possible. That means no more metal chair for you to sit in when you swing by his little office cubicle. Now there’s a single cushioned chair, one that you’d never seen before. “Found it in the lost and found,” he explained, “I think it might’ve been in the way during a time door’s opening and just whoosh— came along.” Needless to say, it was superior comfort & brought you around to his office more often, which was exactly what he wanted.
He’s cautious about everything — not worried, just cautious. Since the TVA has several stories, he’s no longer sure about you working on the higher floors, he just feels like they’re dangerous. And at the same time, he doesn’t like the idea of you on the lower floors since then tend to be colder which could chill you. He even begins to question if the elevators are safe, with how fast they move and what not, but then again it’s better than the stairs.
↳ as a solution he manages to get a special TemPad from Ravonna that allows you to practically teleport with the doors instantly. Turns out it’s actually your favourite thing in the world, because now you can stop but his office every time there’s an update or new happening with the baby. Naturally a few times you’ve given him a jump scare, just showing up out of the blue. “Jeez,” he sighs, “I’ve created a monster.”
You don’t listen — seeing that he often asks you to "settle down" on doing some of the most basic things, you don't really listen. You still reach for that file a little too high for you. You keep your cutest pair of short heels, you wear your regular skirt, until you absolutely cannot button it any longer. "You know, I wish you would listen to me, just for once," he sighs, watching you push a chair across the room in order to stand on it and reach a file. "I've done this a million times, I think you're being a little sensitive," you state, "besides it's better than jumping to reach it, I used to do that all the-" / "You what?!" // Needless to say you can really stress him out, but he still wants you to have independence, so usually he just has to accept it.
Unabashedly reads prep / how to books — you've found him numerous time reading out loud to himself in his cubicle from pregnancy / what to expect books, although you find it ridiculous, having faith that you'll both be great parents without it, he gives you the "can't be too careful," and goes on his way reading them. You drew the line when he brought back a Medieval parenting guide from earth, into the trash it went ASAP. "That was a little dramatic," he winces.
Towards the end, he’s basically doing your job— after he saw you having to reach dramatically both up and down for a cabinet file he got a little concerned. It was official though when you dropped a file and had to make an attempt to pick it up about half-way through your 2nd trimester, the struggle was very real, but you managed with a bit of geometry and much effort. Needless to say he no longer sends his reports through your department, he takes them there himself.
↳ the next time you went to deliver files to their final resting place you were stopped on your way there. “Hey,” you smiled, stopping a little shocked at Mobius’ sudden appearance, “what’re you doing here?” You tilted your head. “You know, I was just thinking, man how fun is her job,” Mobius started, really selling it, despite you suspicious squint, as he put his hand on your back, “so I thought, hey,” he shrugged, “how bout you let me take these,” he slipped the files gently away from you, “up to the filing level, just- just for the thrill of it. Spice up my day.” // “Are- are you trying to keep me from doing my job now?” You had to smirk. // “What? No, I would never. I know you’re capable of everything your job requires,” He said, as he held the papers farther away from you when you reached for them.
Time — he claims it feels like time is going by slower ever since the pregnancy. You have to laugh when he brings his calendar to see if it matches up with yours, or when he watches the TVA clock to make sure his watch is still on pace with it. "Somebody's anxious," you giggle. / "No," he tries to deny it, "a little, alright," he gives in, "I just feel like time is going by so slowly, will it ever happen?" / You take his hand in yours, "trust me they'll be here, it'll happen."
