#mobius imagine

[mischievous-thunder]

If you say that your heart didn't skip a beat, your mouth didn't go dry, you didn't instantly part your mouth in utter shock and excitement and then your face didn't break into the widest grin as your heart raced when you first saw this man like this with the instrumental pop music playing in the background, you'd be lying through your teeth.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Pompeii

Characters: Loki, Mobius, Reader (all platonic)

Warnings: None... maybe some mischief.

Summary: You owed Mobius a favour and now he’s cashing in.

- Previous imagine - 

If you were honest with yourself, you should have seen this coming. 

Had you not sent the Variant to disrupt Mobius’ lunch, the latter would not have leverage to ask for a rule-breaking favour.

“You owe me.”

Arms folded, you huffed. “Can’t I just buy you lunch for the year?”

Loki, who was standing behind Mobius, heard the offer and thought that it would be wise to weigh in.

“You should take it, Mobius. It’s much more enticing than testing a theory.”

Nodding, Mobius lightly nudged Loki back to keep him at bay, “Alright, okay.” He said and once the Variant had calmed down, addressed you. “Y/n, as tempting as that is, I have to decline. I need your help now.”

“You’re asking for help on a half-baked plan to go off-grid with a Loki variant - I mean, you don’t even know what apocalypse you want to go to.” You frowned. 

If Mobius was serious about the whole plan then you’d have hoped that it would be fully thought out - not on a whim.

“I know where we want to go. Atlantis before it sinks.” Mobius answered.

You couldn’t help the scoff that tumbled out, “Atlantis? No, you’re not going there.”

“Why not?”

“It happens too quickly and you can’t swim.” You explained without any room to convince otherwise.

Mobius sighed, “Okay, what about before ‘The Snap’?”

“Too many variables.”

Loki popped his head up over Mobius’ shoulder, “Ragnarok?”

“Absolutely not.” You rejected without hesitation.

Placing his hands on his hips, Mobius thought carefully of other nexus events that were on the table, then his eyes widened.

“Pompeii.” He said.

You shook your head, “No, I just reset that timeline after a town elder successfully convinced the whole city to move out.”

“That’s why it’s perfect. You’ve recently submit the report confirming that the timeline’s intact so there won’t be any TVA interference.” Mobius explained much to your displeasure. “Y/n, it’s perfect. You know it is.”

You hated it but the man wasn’t wrong. As you considered holes in the idea of going to Pompeii’s nexus event, Mobius was more set than ever that this theory would be tested. Eventually, you gave in and agreed.

“Fine. You can borrow my tempad for this one mission but the disturbances need to be small.” You warned, surrendering your device to Mobius and looked over at the raven-haired prince. “Do you hear me Loki? Small.”

Loki rolled his eyes like a child and mimicked your words. He then reached across and tried to help Mobius with the tempad but inadvertently opened a portal below your feet and dropped you through to 79 AD.

“Oops.” Loki said half-apologetically.

“Damn it, Loki. Are you trying to get them to throw us into the volcano?” Mobius groaned.

Soon after, the pair jumped through the glowing hole in the ground and found you absolutely seething beneath an archway. Loki watched as you walked over and smirked.

“I see the fall hasn’t broken your hard exterior.”

Biting the urge not to ‘prune’ the mischief maker, you took a deep breath and turned to Mobius. “You’ve got ten minutes before my tempad signals head office that I’m here again - work fast.”

Masterlist here

[teafrompari]

Mobius wallpapers

requested

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[endofthelinegang]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (1)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ marvel men x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the contacts names and the ringtones i would have for each of them. this was just a short little thing i had written in my notes so please enjoy

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ngl i don't think i have any actual warnings

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ i had so much fun writing this please my brain, also expect to see these in fics

(tony stark) 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐧🤖

(steve rogers) 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐰/ 𝐀 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝👴🏻

(bruce banner) 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧🥬

(thor odinson) 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐫⚡️🤙🏻

(loki laufeyson) 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 💚🏆

(bucky barnes) 𝐔𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬- 😨🖤

(sam wilson) 𝐉𝐞𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥😇🤍

(peter parker) 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 🕸️

(stephen strange) 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 ✨

(vision) Walls??🤖

[infinitebuckys]

Destress - Mobius x reader

mobius x female reader

warnings: smut, some fluff, let’s say it’s a established relationship

requested by anon: 1. May I request legit anything smutty for Mobius, let ya mind go crazy. 2. hellooo ur mobius fic was so goood omll!!! could i plspls req a smut mobius x reader where after a tiring/stressful mission, they just can't keep their hands off each other bc works been keeping them so busy they rarely had time to "destress"

a/n: sorry for the long wait, i just miss mobius ahhhh

You gasped between the hot, wet kiss. His hands were holding your waist, pressing your body against his own in a desperate manner. Mobius hummed, his tongue making its way to lick your lips and asking for permission for dominance.

He had you with your back pinned against the door of your room, still trying to not make any loud sound that would wake up the rest of the agents on the building. You moaned when his fingers made their way between your legs.

“How was it?” you gasped, his fingers brushing against your panties.

“Difficult,” he breathed on your neck, leaving some kisses carefully to not leave marks on your skin... not yet. “Particularly stressful.”

“You have to stop taking variants under your wing,” you mumbled.

“Well, you helped me to persuade Ravonna, that makes you an accomplice,” Mobius teased, his hand now between your legs, pushing your panties to the side to touch that spot where you needed him the most.

“Yeah, I guess so, oh-” you whimpered as one of his fingers slided easily inside of your wet heat. 

The man started to work on you, your hands directed themselves to his tie, forcing him into another rough, sloppy kiss. Your hips moved frenetically finding a rythm to match his. Just when you felt that familiar sensation building up on your belly, he pulled his hand from you to start and taking the rest of your clothes off with despair.

You helped him with his suit until you were lead to your bed, crawling on top of him. His hands roaming all over your skin while you kissed passionately, your hips grinding against his hard dick just to tease him. One of his hand cupped your cheek, breaking the kiss. Mobius observed you, with your plump lips and eyes full of lust. You were so beautiful like this.

“What’s the matter?” you breathed, kissing the corner of his lips softly.

“Nothing, you’re just gorgeous,” Mobius mumbled, stroking your cheek softly. “And hot, but I prefer you like this,” he said, flipping you so now you were lying in the matress under him, your legs around his waist.

He left kisses on your neck, he followed down to your breasts. You gasped, with eyes closed, losing yourself into his touch that was delicate but eager at the same time. You pulled him again to kiss his lips harshly, your tongue swirling with his. You moaned between the kiss feeling his fingers playing with your folds, helping to the wetness being created between your legs.

“Stop playing,” you breathed on his lips. “Are you not stressed or something?”

“I was, not anymore when I’m with you,” he whispered, kissing you back again.

Two of his fingers stretched you easily, you nipped softly at his lips, moaning against his mouth. After a couple of minutes, he quickly withdraw his digits and aligned himself between your legs, rubbing the tip of his cock on your wet pussy.

Mobius finally filled you up slowly, letting you adjust to his lenght. After so many times you still are not used to him, and fuck, how you missed him. You missed him so much, your hands on his shoulders and all over his chest to press him even closer, as humanly possible - if you were humans whatsoever. You breath back a moan as he hits the right spot over and over.

The sound of your skin against skin fills the room with the sinful smell of sex and sweat of your bodies as you give into each other. Your foreheads pressed together.

“Fuck, if you keep like that I’m gonna cum so fast,” you moaned out of breath.

His thrusts were getting deeper and faster, almost making you see stars when you felt something up building down your belly. Your hands held onto his arms for dear life, feeling the pleasure envolving you completely.

Mobius followed, releasing between your thighs after you come down from your high with a low groan of your name being said like a prayer to him. You stay together, like if you were bounded, for a moment, until he colapses beside you in the bed.

“Did it make you feel better?” you whispered, resting your head on his chest.

“You have no idea.”

You gave him a precious smile.

“Round two?”

“Oh, you can count on that later.”

[bowieandqueen11]

For All Time, Always / Mobius Imagine

Request: Hi! If it's possible, could I request a Mobius x reader where the reader discoverers they're pregnant in the TVA?

👀 👀 Anon I SEE you I’m SCREAMING!!! 

If you enjoy, please do feel free to comment! It’s always massively appreciated! <3

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

She knew. She had to know. She wouldn’t have invited you into her private office if someone hadn’t ratted you and Mobius out. You could feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate as you pretend to play with a fray on the cushion by your thigh. 

Even with Ravonna still droning on, yapping into your ear and sloshing her crystal glass of whiskey annoyingly over your lap, your fingers were still absently fingering the pregnancy test in the back pocket of your analyst suit. Your ears felt too quiet, all the blood rushing into them. Even the usually suffocating walls of the T.V.A. felt extra harsh today.

It took you a moment to realise Ravonna was clicking her fingers in front of your face. She looked more concerned than usual, despite the recent disappearance of not just one, as she had spluttered, but now two Loki variants. She leant back on the beige corduroy lounger, one eyebrow raised at you in that familiar I know you’re hiding something faux look of concern. Yet again, she decides to keep you wallowing in your secret, turning the attention of the room back to herself by electing to finger the rim of her glass and instead ask ‘have you listened to a word I said? I know it’s late, but you’re not usually so zoned out by now. Did... something happen today?’ The hand that reaches out to squeeze your knee just a little too sharply is enough to bring the bile rushing up the back of your throat. 

It wasn’t that you personally disliked Ravonna. The two of you had been roommates when you first started out as analysts within the T.V.A., but even then the two of you had only been work colleagues, nothing more. The two of you just weren’t close, plain and simple. The two of you seemed to be opposites at every extreme: her, neat and proper, while you preferred to be more carefree and comfortable. She was more demanding, more expectant, while you were more nurturing and understanding of people’s flaws and mistakes. She also always acted a little odd around you and Mobius, despite your instance that the two of you were nothing but work colleagues - an obvious lie to anyone who stayed in a room with the two of you for longer than two seconds, who could tell from the way Mobius smiled at you, the way you held his attention no matter who was speaking or briefing, the way he tried to hide that he was playing with your fingers behind both of your backs that you were something more. She seemed to keep the two of you close, but also at a distance. Eyebrows always raised, face full of distrust, and yet her words so opening and amiable. Another tactic, perhaps. You had always been taught to keep your enemies in front of your backs, instead of behind. With a baby on the cards, now she had all the ammunition she needed.

‘No! Nothing! It’s just been a long day. I was good friends with Hunter C-20, is all’, blurting out your answer just a tad too quickly. You squirm obviously, and yet her fingernails just dig in that little bit further, refusing to let go. It’s only when some kind of beeper device begins to flash on her desk that she finally realises herself again, the lurking malice beginning to leave her countenance.

She takes a deep breath, before finally releasing her grip on you and taking a final sip of her amber drink. When she finally opens her eyes again, the distrust she has of you is more than obvious in the glint of her eyes, despite the measured smile she tries to give you. ‘Good... good. It is a most unfortunate situation we find ourselves in, Y/n, but the Time Keepers have entrusted their faith in us to fix the Sacred Timeline, do you understand? Nothing can get in the way, otherwise it’s both our heads on the chopping block, or more likely the pruning list. Do you understand? Nothing.’ 

She places a little too much emphasis on the last two syllables, before clucking her tongue and standing up with her lips back in their usual upright position. She continued as she walked over to sit at the head of her desk. ‘I think that’s all I called you in here for, you’re free to go now. But remember, I want a capture and results from your Loki by the end of the week.’

‘Work my Loki, I know, I know’, you say, more than happy to wave her off and rush as quickly as you could without arousing anymore suspicion towards the door. ‘I won’t let you down!’

‘I better hope not!’, she shouts, but you’ve already typed in the passcode to open her sliding down and are off down the tunnelled corridor. ‘I like you, Y/n! I don’t want anything unfortunate to happen while I’m sticking my head out for you and Mobius!’ The poorly veiled threat was left to shrivel up in the empty air of the office, Ravonna giving one final frown over the file she had picked up to read, before the door finally slammed shut on your receding form, fingers still fumbling in your pocket all the while.

The last billowing echo thunders down the hall as you hear her shout, ‘Remember, for all time! Y/n! For all time!’

You don’t bother to answer.

-

As if you weren’t nervous enough. Now the test actually had to show up positive.

Positive. Positive.

How in all the timelines were you going to tell Mobius?? This man was comfortable, familiar, happy here. He had it all planned - the two of you were going to keep working until you had saved up enough for a small hut on the side of Miami beach, a little put aside for a brand new Jet Ski, and perhaps, a small Golden Retriever puppy bounding beside the two of you on the sand. But retirement for him, you knew, was a far fetched, long off dream. 

The idea of the two of you ever leaving the T.V.A. was laughable enough, neither of you had ever known a soul who had left this strange floating city of skyscrapers on the edge of nowhere’s precipice without being pruned. But, by the Keepers, if he hadn’t sounded convincing during the long dusky mornings where the two of you snuggled together in bed, him stroking along your face as he murmured about the happy life the two of you would have. You knew it had just been a dream when he used to whisper about the cocktails the two of you would share on some long stretch of beach when the two of you would grab lunch together, his feet tucked lazily in-between yours and that smile playing on his face.

But now as you sat hunched, worried, on the edge of his bed waiting for his shift to end, the dream was starting to feel like some strange, twisted nightmare. The Keepers would never allow this. So, it was either run, or be pruned. You just weren’t sure if Mobius had it in him to turn his back on everything he had every believed in.

The answer came sooner than you expected, the door clanking open and the sound of two worn work shoes trampling tiredly into the room. You heard a sigh, and the loosening of a tie before his suit jacket was thrown onto the bed next to you. His bottom came next, clumsily half landing on your thigh as he distracted himself by opening his cufflinks.

‘You would not believe the day I’ve just had’, he started, not having turned to look properly at you yet. ‘It almost rivals that day those werewolves escaped into the library, huh’, he said laughing. ‘Do you remember that? I’ve never seen people around here run so fast.’

When he turned to finally look at you, not used to you being so quiet around him, the words stuck in the back of his throat. His mouth dropped open, frozen into a small ‘oh’ shape around his moustache as he took in how afraid you looked - how much your fingers trembled as you took his hands into yours and dropped the pregnancy test into his hand.

‘Oh’, he whispered. ‘Oh.’

‘Mobius, I-’

‘Is this why you were so worried this morning?’, he asks, raising the test in front of his face and twirling it in his fingers with the start of a smile. He dropped it, cradling it in the palms of his hands so gently, so delicately, as if he were already holding your new born son or daughter in his worn hands. As if it was the most precious, most terrifying thing in the world. ‘I swear, when we got up you looked so freaked I was worried you’d seen a ghost. But you were- you were worried about telling me this.’

‘This changes everything Mobius. I... I’m scared, because I don’t know what to do. I didn’t know what you would want to do.’

‘Why are you so afraid, Y/n. Didn’t you know that this is the best news I’ve ever heard. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!’

The tears began to hit your cheek then, the sweetest tears you had ever known. All the pain, all the stress, all the worry you had pent up in you over the last few days began to melt away as Mobius turned to face you head on. The biggest smile cracked over his face, eyes crinkling in nothing but absolute delight as he grabbed your hips. In his excitement, his fingers were almost painful in the way he pulled you towards him, until you were nestled into the bracket of his legs, sitting in-between him.

‘Sparks, I love you. I love you so so much.’ He began to repeat this over and over, as he rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks and wiped away the falling tears. When he was happy with his work, glad to see you finally breaking out into manic giggles with him, he began to repeat this, his mantra, in between short, fervent kisses he pressed to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your eyelids - anywhere he could reach with his mouth.

His shoulders were shaking, tears beginning to stream from his half closed eyes as he placed the test into the breast pocket of his dress shirt. He allowed his hands, afterwards, to fall down your chest until they were gingerly cupping your stomach. You grab his fingers, intertwining his larger ones within your own with a strangled laugh, pressing them further into your skin.

He finally releases the sigh he had been holding, as he lets himself go and lets his forehead fall onto your own.

‘How does this sound’, he starts, breath warm and rapid and reminding the two of you that you were ever so alive. ‘You, me, and little baby makes three just gets away from here. From the Time Keepers, from this Sacred Timeline mumbo jumbo and all their rules. How about we steal a Telepad, and we go live out our lives living on a Jet Ski, spending our lives as happy and as perfect as this moment is.’

‘That-’, you choke out, pulling on the shirt by his shoulder and balling it into a fist. ‘That sounds perfect.’

‘I’ll love you for all time, Y/n.’

‘Always, Mobius.’ This time, you dare to answer.

If only you had seen the smirk on Ravonna Renslayer’s face as she quickly lifted her ear and marched away from your door.

If only. But for now, let’s allow two lovers to dream about their always.

[buckyodinson]

Real Life

Mobius x GN!Reader

Summary: just a little something about life with Mobius after the TVA

Word count: 600~

Warnings: none

A/N: long-haired Mobius has a hold over me, and I just imagined living life outside of the TVA with Mobius, and this happened

Life since leaving the TVA had been bliss.

Yes, there was still some underlying fear about whether you’d somehow be roped back into the fray and have your memories wiped.

And yes, there were the occasional nightmares about your time at the TVA. A strange feeling always washed over you at the sight of a lot of gold decor in places.

But you had Mobius right there with you. And that was all you wanted. All you needed.

You found a sweet little lake house to spend your days in. It’s decorated with lots of fun little knick-knacks and artwork and also lots of plants. You both love to go to antique shops and flea markets and find lots of fun looking things to decorate the house with. To anybody else the place would look eclectic, and perhaps a bit of an eye-sore because of all the random items that don’t match in the slightest. But it was everything you were denied of at the TVA. So to you guys it was perfect.

Waking up in the morning to real sunlight peeking through the blinds is something you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to. And looking across at Mobius still asleep next to you is one of your favourite things in the world. Since getting out of the TVA, he’s been letting his hair grow out, and seeing it fanned out across his pillow or sticking out all over the place never fails to put a smile on your face.

When he wakes up he pulls you closer to him and presses his face into the crook of your neck, littering it with kisses. You can’t help but giggle at the feeling of his moustache, and you can feel his smirk against your skin before he pulls back to look at you.

You’ve recently taken to running a finger down the bridge of his nose or pressing a kiss to the tip, loving the way he blushes under the attention. He used to be insecure about the shape of his nose, but he’s grown to love it more since you started making comments about loving it.

In an attempt to stay as far away from your previous wardrobe as you possibly can, the pair of you are always dressed in bright colours. Mobius is very fond of funky patterned shirts. He looks just like a dad on holiday in the 80s, and you love the look on him. They especially look perfect when he’s riding on his jet ski, with the shirt open and flapping in the wind. That’s a perk of the lake house. You relax by the shore and cheer him on as he rides around on the jet ski, or sometimes you’ll ride with him.

The pair of you adopted an old dog from a local shelter and she pretty much doesn’t leave Mobius’ side. Until he’s on the lake, which is when she’ll come and perch herself next to you as you both watch Mobius.

You wondered if the novelty of the jet ski would wear off after a while, but he’s still just as excited about it now as he was on the first ride. There’s a childlike joy about him riding around on the jet ski and you absolutely love how happy he is when he’s on it. Especially when he tries to show off some new trick he’s trying to learn. You always have a good laugh to yourself when he falls off, and he acts like a grump before hugging you and getting you all wet. Sometimes he’ll pick you up and go throw you into the lake before jumping in after you.

The concept of time and all its problems used to suffocate you, but now you’re more than grateful for it’s slow passage. All the more to spend with Mobius, living and loving.

[layniapetrovnaaa]

There are songs to be sung and bells to be rung [Mobius x GN!Reader]

Summary: You and Mobius are finally able to escape the TVA and live a happy, normal life. Basically, this fic will be what it looks like when Mobius comes home from work.

Warnings: A few innuendos, swearing, smoking, alcohol, talks of a baby and marriage/proposal, reader is gn but is written to be pretty feminine, tooth-rotting fluff, reader is like half clothed for the entire fic lol

Word count: 1,521

I said I wasn't going to write a Mobius fic....but here I am. This is gonna be a post-TVA/fix-it fic. This is suuuuper fluffy (and a bit cheeky). Also check out my Mobius playlist that was somewhat based around this fic lol. Enjoy!

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New York City, 1992

Mobius loved people. There was no denying that. Maybe it was because he got to see all different types of characters while working at the TVA, or maybe it was just his extroverted nature. Whatever the case, he was fascinated by them. The city held a lot of opportunities and was a good transition space from the TVA. It had many interesting characters to fascinate the old man and was a safe space to blend in and finally be...normal. It was real and unique and bold and brash, all the things the TVA was not (aside from the latter). It felt like the perfect place to settle down for a while now that you were finally free from the chokehold of your previous job. It was surprisingly quiet and peaceful, with the exception of a few honks and sirens here and there. But it was perfect, it was home.

Mobius lugged himself tiredly up the stairs, he was somehow still not used to the way time worked on earth although he had live on it for almost two months. The apartment building wasn't too shabby (at least to Mobius and you), it was a nice old-fashion space. It had a classic 1920s exterior, though the inside had been more modernized and now donned a burnt orange/dusty red color (same as the one on the inside of your shared apartment). To most people, it was a confusing and somewhat ugly mix, but to Mobius, it was full of character and personality, something he was not used to.

"Dammit" the silver fox cursed under his breath. He had forgotten his keys, again. Thankfully, he wasn't in any real dilemma, considering that you were home to let him in, but he really needed to start remembering them. He stood for a moment before he knocked, and if he listened close enough, he could hear the smooth vocals of Ella Fitzgerald and you and your not smooth vocals. He scoffed humorously to himself before raising his fist and thumping on the wood door.

The knock echoed lowly through the still quite vacant apartment. The two of you were supposed to go shopping for some more decor this weekend. Of course, you had the necessities: a couch, bed, table, appliances, etc. but it was still lacking quite a bit of character and charm. You had a whole wall picked out for where the two of you would place pictures of your life together; A space sectioned off for a large wooden bookshelf, ready to be filled with interesting and life-changing books you would read.

"One second!" you bellowed, tapping off the tomato sauce-covered spoon and turning down the ambiance music that filled the kitchen.

Looking through the little peephole, you saw that it was only Mobius, and opened up the door.

"You forget your keys again, old man?" you snicker.

"Yeah, yeah." he dismisses, raising his hand and throwing it down again in an unenthusiastic manner. You couldn't help but tease him.

Mobius sets his stuff down and takes a minute to observe you as you go back over to the stove to stir the bubbling tomato sauce.

"So, do you always answer the door in your panties now?"

You couldn't help but scoff, of course he would say something about your outfit (as if he didn't enjoy the ensemble). It consisted of a pair of light pink see-through panties and one of those t-shirts that would always ride up around your midsection no matter how much you would pull at it.

"Yeah, yeah." you mock him and he shakes his head, chuckling slightly as he walks over to you and puts a hand on your hardly-clothed hip.

"I thought you'd like it, actually." you speak before lifting the spoon full of sauce to your lips and trying some of it.

"Oh I do," he kisses your neck, hand still resting on your hip. "I just don't want anyone else to." He kisses your cheek before landing a small smack to your bottom.

"Mobius!" you gasp with a humorous tone as he walks to take off his shoes and suit jacket.

"Wait-" you call out. "Try this." you say, holding up the spoon containing a bite full of sauce. He sighs slightly before turning around and allowing you to place the spoon in his mouth.

"Whaddya think?"

"Mm!" he hums, smacking his lips in a bit of a comical manner and you can't help but smile. "That's really good, honey." he says, giving you a quick peck right before he goes back to taking off his shoes and coat.

"Oh, how was work by the way?"

"Good, actually." he nodded, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"That's good to hear." you smile and head over to the fridge.

"But I don't really want to talk about work. My whole life, or at least the bit I can remember, has been all about work. I think I would be happy never talking about work again."

You nod, knowing how he was feeling. The TVA was gone, but the effects of it will never be. All you could ever really do was be grateful that you now get to spend the rest of your life doing whatever the hell you want to do with the man you love.

You give him a soft smile and a short nod, quickly changing the subject. "I was gonna make cocktails tonight, but then I decided to make the red sauce and pasta-" you bend over to pull the bottle of red out of the fridge. "-and so I settled on this bottle of wine instead." you say, grabbing the multifaceted corkscrew out of the drawer.

"It's a red. I was talking to the lady at the store about it and she said that it was really good, which explains it's-" your voice is slightly wavering due to the amount of strength it took to open the bottle. With a grunt and a pop, the cork was finally free, and you finish your sentence. "-extravagant price."

"How much was it?" he asks lightly, grabbing two wine glasses from out of one of the kitchen cabinets.

"Like $65! Isn't that insane? I mean I'm no cheapskate, but that's a little much for wine, don't y'think?" your tone being a bit more explosive and contrasty to his.

You carefully pour the expensive wine into the glasses and you both take your first sip in unison.

"Holy shit that's good." you speak first.

Mobius laughs then nods, looking down at his drink and smelling it. "Said very eloquently."

"Fuck off."

He laughs again.

"I think it would be better with the food, though." he takes another sip.

The wine glasses are quickly refilled as you continued to work away in the kitchen, perfecting the pasta and sauce. Grabbing the pasta plates from one of the cabinets and setting them on the little table next to the big glass window of your apartment.

"What are you smirking at?" You inquired as you bent over the table to set a plate down in its designated spot.

"I'm just-" he waves the wine glass around as if he was using it to circle the sight in front of him "-enjoying the view."

You roll your eyes as you walk past him, grabbing some forks. "Do you think you could maybe enjoy the view while you help me set the table?" the question is rhetorical (obviously), but he answers like it's not.

The sauce simmers quietly as the kitchen fills with jazz music, flirtatious talk, and cigarette smoke. Soon the two of you find yourselves swaying around the yellowy-window lit kitchen. You Make Me Feel So Young by Frank Sinatra setting the perfect dream-like, movie-like scene.

Mobius admires you lovingly before speaking

“YOU make me feel young." a sincere and slightly bashful smile graces his handsome features.

"I think that might just be the wine talking--" the bottle was almost empty before you both even sat down to eat.

"No--no, I'm serious! Let's..." he trails off trying to think of something, his hand giving yours a small squeeze. You giggled fondly, he just made you so happy.

"Let's get married." he says, finally finding the words.

“I think we’ve had too much wine.“ says you, still smiling but avoiding eye contact with the man whose hand was still gripping your waist.

"C'mon sweetheart! Can you imagine that: the two of us saying 'I do'. Maybe eventually moving out of the city to a nice little beach house, having a baby, getting a dog?"

These were all things the two of you had discussed before, mostly in pillow talk, and mostly when you were trapped for all eternity working and they only ever seemed like little glimmers of a dream that would never come true.

"Say yes." he whispers.

You bite your lip, your eyes burning slightly as tears start to prick them. Imagining the life you could now share with your man in vivid detail.

"Yes."

No longer a dream, but a reality that the two of you were making together.