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Copia with an S/O who has a fear of abandonment?

AHHH THIS IS MY FIRST GHOST FANFIC!!!

thank you so much for requesting this and please, to anyone reading, please request more Ghost fics! I write for everyone (Papas,Ghouls,Sister Imperator)! ilygsm 🤍

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To The Ocean (Cardinal Copia x G/N Reader)

tags: fear of abandonment, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, Copia being a sweetheart, poorly translated Italian (it wouldn’t be a ghost fic without it)

Word Count: 2.4k

You possess an astute observant nature that never fails to pick up on various things in your life. This keen perception has both positive and negative aspects, especially in a relationship with Copia. The bond between you and Copia has evolved to a point where you can understand each other's thoughts and emotions without verbal communication. While this unspoken connection is a beautiful aspect of your relationship, it also comes with challenges. There are times when important conversations remain unspoken, and certain matters that demand acknowledgment and expression are left hanging in the air, longing to be addressed and heard.

Like now. The signs of something bothering Copia become quite evident to you through his telltale actions. When he rolls his hair between his fingers or nervously taps his foot on the floor, it's a clear indication of his inner unrest. Even more obvious is the way he’s gazing out of the window, seemingly lost in his thoughts. During these moments, it's as if he retreats to a far-off place within himself, contemplating the vast expanse of the sky.

Though he remains quiet during these contemplative moments, his emotional turmoil is anything but subtle to you. It's akin to observing a restless bird in a cage, anxiously fluttering about and repeatedly bumping into the metal bars, desperately trying to find a way out of its confinements. Despite his attempts to mask his feelings, you feel the restlessness and unease that reside within him, yearning to be understood and acknowledged. It's evident that he struggles to communicate these thoughts and emotions, making it all the more important for you to be receptive and offer him the comfort and support he needs to open up.

You find yourself grappling with a familiar fear, one that you've carried with you for a long time — the fear that the people you love will inevitably leave you. This feeling has been deeply ingrained in your thoughts, and it makes you hesitant to confront Copia about what's going on with him. You can't help but hold onto that gut feeling, despite the connection you share with him and the trust you place in him.

Inwardly, you struggle with feelings of inadequacy, believing that you have little to offer Copia in the face of life's uncertainties. You recognize that you don't possess the power to control his destiny, the inevitable grip of loneliness, the unpredictability of illness, or the finality of death. These factors are beyond your control, leaving you feeling vulnerable and helpless.

Yet, even in the midst of your anxieties, you trust Copia wholeheartedly, entrusting him with your life and even your mortality. However, a looming thought hangs over you. A feeling of if he were not Papa and had chosen a different path as a member of the clergy, your lives might have taken a different turn and he would never be yours.

Despite your fear, you gather the courage to inquire about Copia's well-being one day when you notice him drifting away, seemingly lost in his thoughts again. You gently reach out to touch his shoulder, a gesture that has become familiar between you two, and he startles slightly before turning to face you. It's as if he hadn't realized he was daydreaming at all.

Summoning your bravery, you softly ask, "Amo? You alright?" Concern lingers in your voice, hoping to encourage him to open up and share his thoughts, even if you battle your inner reservations about potential heartache and the unknown.

As Copia's eyes soften from his initial surprise, he responds quietly, reassuring you with, "Yes, mio sole. I'm fine."

However, your concern remains evident, and you express your worries about him, frowning slightly. Copia, though initially reluctant, can't help but show signs of something bothering him as he frowns in return and appears on the verge of speaking his mind.

You wait expectantly, your brow creased, encouraging him to share what's troubling him. Copia eventually relents and admits, "It's just that... I... I need to go somewhere for a while."

His words hit you like a sudden shock, almost knocking you back emotionally. You try to maintain your composure, saying nothing, but you hope that your expression reflects the turmoil within you. Your shock leaves you speechless, afraid that if you open your mouth, you might reveal your pain in a painfully desperate manner. The temptation to ask, "Why are you leaving me?" or "I can't believe you're doing this," lingers, but you resist, not wanting to push him away further.

Internally, you wrestle with a mix of emotions, feeling your face burning hot with anger and frustration. You despise yourself for the vulnerability you're displaying and for hoping against hope that things might be different this time. You knew deep down that history had a way of repeating itself, and you were once again left behind, watching your loved ones depart from your life. An old and familiar anxiety resurfaces, and a small, resentful voice inside you even tries to convince you that somehow you deserve this outcome.

In the midst of this emotional turmoil, you make a valiant effort to control your reactions, focusing on steady breathing to keep yourself composed. You realize that there's a need to communicate and understand Copia's feelings more deeply, but the fear of being hurt and abandoned once again makes it challenging to find the right words. For now, you do your best to keep your emotions in check, attempting to process the situation before responding further.

Copia's gaze meets yours, and you observe the range of emotions that flicker across your face - from serenity mingled with sadness, to surprise, and finally settling into perplexity. Feeling the mounting turmoil inside, you turn away swiftly, not wanting him to see your vulnerable state, fearing that you might break down or overreact if he lingers too long.

However, Copia is not willing to let you walk away without understanding what's going on. He calls out urgently, "Mio Sole? Mio Sole!" His footsteps close in on you, but you ignore his pleas, determined to create distance between you two. The need to escape, to let Copia see your back for once, drives you forward, even though you're unsure of your destination.

Suddenly, you feel his fingers clutching onto your forearm as he catches up with you. In a surge of emotion, you forcefully pull away with a growl, demanding, "Just go!" Your heart aches with conflicting feelings, torn between wanting him near and pushing him away to protect yourself.

“Y/N! Attendere prego!” Copia desperation is evident as he pleads with you to wait, a side of him you've never witnessed before. It shakes you to your core, causing you to stop abruptly, your whole body tensed with unresolved emotions, fists clenched tightly. He positions himself in front of you, seeking eye contact, but you continue to avert your gaze, feeling a sense of rejection even though you were the one trying to distance yourself.

Despite your efforts to remain strong and detached, his request to look at him strikes a chord. Your jaw remains steeled, but you sense a vulnerability creeping through your defenses. Copia's determination, evident in his slow but firm words, urges you to confront your emotions. Reluctantly, you allow your eyes to meet his, and in that moment, a surge of emotions flows between you, connecting you in a way that neither can deny.

“Per favore, mio sole, perché corri?” As Copia persistently pleads for your attention, you can't ignore him any longer. His 'please' tugs at your heart, causing you to look up and meet his earnest gaze. The moment your eyes connect, your anger begins to fade away, and you're left with a mix of conflicting emotions. It's painful to confront his gaze, as it stirs up a sense of emptiness within you, leaving your mind feeling numb and detached.

Copia's gentle tone attempts to coax you out of your emotional shell, making you feel like a vulnerable creature hiding from the world.

Despite your attempt to push him away, Copia refuses to leave and reaches out to you. Feeling a surge of indignation, you lash out at him, interpreting his desire to go somewhere as a desire to leave you behind once. The thought that he might leave you hurts, and you struggle to voice the true depths of your feelings, afraid of the vulnerability it may expose.

Seeing your anger subside, Copia expresses his genuine intent, reassuring you that leaving you is not what he wants.

As Copia searches for the right words, his eyes take on a wistful expression, indicating the yearning he has to experience the freedom he once knew. “I don’t want to leave you. Why would I want to do that?” Copia starts, and pauses for a moment, glancing away, his hands wringing together as he tries to find his words. “It’s just that.. mi manca... non essere Papa volte. I’m always stuck on a schedule. I’m always doing what other people want me to do. Voglio solo essere libero. It gets so hard sometimes performing when I feel like the only reason I’m doing it is to stay alive. When I wasn’t papa, I could go anywhere I wanted to. The beach, the movies… hell, even a restaurant. Now I’m always on close surveillance. I’m not used to staying in one place for long. È difficile per me.”

Listening to his heartfelt words, you begin to grasp the inner conflict he's facing. Though it doesn't make your hurt feelings disappear completely, you start to understand the complexity of his emotions. Copia's vulnerability opens a window into his struggles, making it more apparent that his desire to escape isn't about leaving you, but rather about finding a sense of liberation from the weight of his responsibilities as Papa.

In the wake of your emotional outburst, you find yourself feeling like the world's biggest idiot.

It's not really about me at all, is it? How did I make this about me?

You’re almost ebarrassed by Copia's honesty and ashamed that your insecurities were so glaringly obvious. You're genuinely upset for Copia, realizing that you jumped to conclusions without fully understanding his perspective.

"I mean..I'm…an idiot”

Copia smirks at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Probabilmente." He brings his hands up, holding your face between them, his thumbs stroking your temples lightly. His expression turns serious again.

"Mio Sole, I'm sorry you feel that I may leave you at any moment. But I promise you this: Lo non ti lascerò mai. I've been alive for a long time, and nothing has ever made me as happy as being with you does. Sei molto importante per me. Ho bisogno di te... davvero." Copia's fierce gaze softens, and he leans in, placing his lips gently on your forehead in an unadorned, reverent show of affection.

You gasp in a small, shaky breath, blushing fiercely once again. Your eyes feel strangely wet.

"This is too much. I don't deserve any of this," you express, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of his love and the depth of your emotions.

“Ti meriti il mondo e altro ancora. niente ci separerà. Nemmeno la morte. Quando verrà il nostro momento, gioiremo nell'aldilà. Niente brilla come te.” Copia's touch and words reassure you, but the weight of your insecurities still lingers. You can't help but wonder how someone like him could care so deeply for someone like you. In this vulnerable moment, you find solace in his embrace, cherishing the connection you share and hoping that, somehow, you can learn to accept and reciprocate the love he offers.

Copia's words cut through the walls you've built around your heart, reaching somewhere raw and vulnerable inside you. Despite your difficulty in accepting kindness and affection, his impassioned gaze holds you in place, leaving you feeling both small and humbled. The intensity of his love leaves you at a loss for words, and you can only respond in the way you know how: with a tender kiss that speaks volumes of your feelings.

As your lips meet Copia's, the sweetness and warmth of the moment envelop you both. When you finally part, you find him smiling at you, his face radiating adoration and joy. His expression tugs at your heartstrings, causing it to do a little flip flop. You're filled with overwhelming love for this man in your arms, grateful that Lucifer brought Copia into your life, even if it was initially just a calculated match by the ministry. What you share with him is true love and adoration, something his brothers may have never experienced with their prime movers.

Feeling a newfound sense of hope and security, you realize that Copia is here of his own accord, choosing to be with you, and it’s for good.

"Hey, come back here." Copia playfully taps your forehead, bringing you back to the present. “What I meant was, I want to go somewhere with you. I’m just restless.. Ho bisogno di viaggiare di nuovo. Ma voglio che sia con te.”

“Of course, Amo... Where do you wanna go?”

“To a lake or the ocean, I think. I miss the water.”

"Okay," you respond, your heart swelling with happiness at the thought of embarking on this journey with Copia, exploring new places, and sharing unforgettable experiences together.

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Mio Sole: My Sunshine

Amo: Love

Attendere prego: Please wait

Per favore, mio sole, perché corri?: Please, my sunshine, why are you running?

mi manca... non essere Papa volte: I miss… not being Papa sometimes.

Voglio solo essere libero: I just want to be free

È difficile per me: It’s difficult for me.

Probabilmente: Probably

Lo non ti lascerò mai: I will never leave you

Sei molto importante per me. Ho bisogno di te... davvero: You are very important to me. I need you…truly.

Ti meriti il mondo e altro ancora. niente ci separerà. Nemmeno la morte. Quando verrà il nostro momento, gioiremo nell'aldilà. Niente brilla come te: You deserve the world and more. nothing will separate us. Not even death. When our time comes, we will rejoice in the afterlife. Nothing shines like you.

Ho bisogno di viaggiare di nuovo. Ma voglio che sia con te: I need to travel again. But I want it to be with you.

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thorxthunder · 9 months

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Opus Popus animated

For all Primpo lovers. God, I love animating.

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thorxthunder · 10 months

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Cardinal Copia SFW Alphabet <3

Hi hi! I’m Demeter! I’m primarily active in the Marvel community but I’ve shifted myself over to ghost! I still write for both and my inbox is always open for suggestions!! So PLEASE SEND ME SOME GHOST REQUEST!! I WRITE FOR EVERYONE!! Anyways, here we go!

A = Affection:

Cardinal Copia is naturally affectionate, often expressing his care through warm embraces and gentle touches. He shows affection by surprising loved ones with thoughtful gestures, such as leaving small gifts or writing heartfelt notes. He loves surprising you with things like your favorite treat or your own personal acoustic concert of new/old songs.

B = Best friend:

As a best friend, Cardinal Copia is loyal and supportive. The friendship with him would likely start through a shared interest or a chance encounter. I like to imagine that you probably met him as a sister of sin and soon became his secretary. I know it’s cliché but I eat that shit up EVERY TIME!! I ,also, like to imagine that you are a vet/ pet care worker and he brings a rat when he gets sick. He, then, starts to make excuses to come see you because you don’t judge him for his pet choice. He would be the type of friend who listens attentively, offers advice, and is always there to lend a helping hand.

C = Cuddles:

Cardinal Copia enjoys cuddling, finding comfort in physical closeness. His cuddles are warm and reassuring, often accompanied by soft whispers or soothing strokes. He cherishes the intimate moments shared with his partner. He loves any position as long as he’s basically squeezed into you. You’re his true and only love and he’s not gonna lose it.

D = Domestic:

While Copia has a busy life, he appreciates the idea of settling down. He might not be the most skilled at cooking and cleaning, but he's willing to learn and contribute. His enthusiasm in creating a cozy and welcoming home would make up for any domestic shortcomings. I love to think he’s shit at cooking. Eggs? Burnt. Toast? Burnt? Cereal? Somehow, also burnt. But those aren’t things he really ate since he grew up in Italian culture. But, he can make killer Italian food and pastry. (Oh God, am I gonna have to write a domestic Copia fic?)

E = Ending:

If Copia had to break up with his partner, he would approach it with honesty and compassion. He would ensure that the conversation takes place in a private and comfortable setting. He would make sure that you understood why it was happening But God, it would it break his heart to do it. He would probably break up with you because he felt like he wasn’t giving you enough time on tour. Or that when he became papa, he’s so involved in paperwork that he doesn’t have enough time with you. He wants to fulfill his duty as leader but, he wants to keep you as happy as possible.

F = Fiancé(e):

Copia is open to commitment and values the bond of marriage. However, he believes in taking the time to build a strong foundation before rushing into such a significant step. Since marriage really wouldn’t be a option while he’s a papa, he would probably not think about this. He would be happy just knowing you were his forever. If you were serious for a while after he became papa, he would probably make you prime mover. But he treat you with a lot more respect than just a sexual partner.

G = Gentle:

Cardinal Copia is naturally gentle, both physically and emotionally. He handles delicate situations with care and approaches relationships with a soft touch. He takes great pride in treating others with kindness and tenderness. That’s one of the reasons why Nihil didn’t like that thought of him being Papa. As Cardinal, he was kind. He never raised his voice and would always be compassionate. He would always give a hand to anyone who needed it. Nihil didn’t believe that Copia would be capable of being a strong and serious leader.

H = Hugs:

Copia enjoys hugs and believes in its power to convey warmth and affection. He is generous with his hugs, freely giving them to express comfort, support, and love. He appreciates the comforting embrace of others as well. But his hugs… are exquisite. His hugs come from gentle arms but it tell you that they are with you. I can imagine after a long day of hard work. Both of you are having a bad day so you just sit and the couch and cuddle forever. I imagine he wears a very strong woodsy cologne.

I = I love you:

here’s the thing, we all know our mans is clumsy. I would think that Copia would try to takes his time before saying the L-word. He would want to be certain of his feelings and ensure that the connection is deep and meaningful. Despite that, he probably would say it in the most random times. You could be having a bad day and crying and he would come over and comfort you and tell you that he loves you. Or he accidentally bumped into you and tell you then. It’s probably not in the most fairytale way but it’s genuine.

J = Jealousy:

Copia prone to intense jealousy…. Especially if it deals with his brothers. He trusts you and believes in open communication to address any concerns. He’ll probably seek reassurance but he’ll never become possessive or controlling. Now, if you’re at a ritual and someone comes up and starts flirting with you, you better believe that he is on you. Holding you as tight as you can the entire night. Everyone in the ministry knows not to mess with you but once you get out and about, there’s no telling what could happen. And don’t even get me started about how he acts with his brothers and you. One time, before you were together, he saw you and Primo talking and laughing in the garden. He thought that you were flirting with each other so he ran to his room to cry for three solid days. When he joked about this later on, you told him that you actually remember that. You were actually in the garden talking about what flowers were Copia’s favorite and Primo was making fun of you (jokingly) for being in love with his brother.

K = Kisses:

His kisses are passionate and tender. He enjoys exploring different areas of intimacy and finds pleasure in sharing gentle kisses on the lips, as well as on the forehead, cheek, and hands. He appreciates both giving and receiving kisses on the neck, finding it particularly intimate. His first kiss with you one of two things: After a rather successful ritual and he ran backstage and kissed you. He was so caught up in emotions that he kinda forgot it was his first kiss but everything went perfect. Or, he could’ve been trying to confess his feelings. I imagine him stuttering and getting all jittery trying to explain how he feels and you cut him off by kissing him to let him know you feel the same.

L = Little ones:

Cardinal Copia is kind and nurturing around children. He’s a bit awkward at first, especially with babies, but after seeing how you interact with them, his tension would start to melt away and he relaxed around them. As they get older, Copia enjoys their innocent enthusiasm and loves to entertain them with his rats or his musical skills. He somehow has a natural ability to connect with kids, providing them a sense of security and understanding.

M = Morning:

Mornings with Cardinal Copia are often filled with laughter and warmth. He enjoys cozy breakfasts together, sharing light-hearted conversations and affectionate gestures. He might surprise his partner with a fresh cup of coffee or breakfast in bed. Especially if he makes that breakfast. It will consist of some thing that his brothers taught him when he was younger.

N = Night:

Nights with Copia are a time for intimacy and deep connection. He enjoys cuddling in bed, exchanging whispers and soft kisses. He cherishes the quiet moments shared, where he can truly be present with his partner. At night, he likes to read some sort of book. His makeup is off, his hair messy, glasses on. Hell, he’s probably playing something like Candy Crush or something.

O = Open:

Copia starts revealing things about himself gradually, allowing trust and familiarity to develop. Being friends for a long time meant that you two were already very comfortable telling each other things. When you start dating, he was slow to tell you even more secrets, until he knew you were the one. He believes in the importance of maintaining a balance between sharing personal details and respecting his own boundaries.

P = Patience:

Copia possesses a patient demeanor. He doesn't get easily angered and prefers to approach conflicts or frustrations with calmness and understanding. He believes in working through challenges together, fostering growth and harmony within the relationship. Now if you guys got angry with each other, he would feel like it was all his fault and he would try to make it up to you only for you to apologize too and remind him that it wasn’t all his fault. Overall, you very rarely fight, and he intends to keep it that way.

Q = Quizzes:

Copia has a remarkable memory and pays attention to the details. He remembers significant moments and appreciates the little things that his partner mentions in passing. His ability to recall and cherish these details adds a personal touch to their relationship. He would pretend not to remember things about you and ask you. It never annoyed you though. He loved hearing you talk about yourself and all of the things you can do. He’s absolutely smitten by you. Those conversations would reminded of how special you are.

R = Remember:

Copia's favorite moment in the relationship would be the first time his partner truly understood and embraced his dual nature, both the light and the darkness within him. It symbolizes acceptance and genuine connection, bringing immense joy and satisfaction. It would probably be after a particularly long tour. He just needed time to sit and think. You were right there beside him and constantly reassured him that he did a great job. He also really enjoys when you confessed to each other. Remember, you’re his first love. This is not something he’s ever experienced before. Thinking about all of those things you said about him and why you love him truly makes him smile every time he thinks about it.

S = Security:

Copia is protective of you and takes your safety seriously. He would do everything in his power to shield you from harm, whether it's physical or emotional. He would even ask Sister Imperator to teach you defensive and offensive spell you can so you can never be hurt. He appreciates a sense of security in his own life and you can offer him support and protection when needed.

T = Try:

Copia puts a great deal of effort into creating memorable experiences for you. He plans thoughtfully curated dates, celebrates anniversaries with heartfelt gestures, and surprises them with meaningful gifts. He believes in continuously nurturing the relationship and showing love through everyday tasks and acts of kindness. He always wants you to know how much he loves you. He would go to the ends of the earth for you and wants you to know it.

U = Ugly:

One of Copia's bad habits would be his jealousy. Like I said before, he’s very possessive and sometimes this causes the two of you to fight from time to time. He wants you to be with him, but you need him to respect your boundaries. Eventually, the two of you would make up and find a happy middle where you both were happy.

V = Vanity:

On the outside, it seems that Copia takes pride in his appearance and pays attention to his looks. He does believes in presenting himself well and maintains a certain level of vanity. However, he very self conscious in his looks.

For his partner, he values substance over superficiality and appreciates genuine connections beyond mere physical attraction. He’s not concerned about your looks at all and you amaze him even in your pajamas or in your clergy wear. You’re beautiful because of who you are. But, it’s an absolute bonus that he finds you smoking hot.

W = Whole:

Copia feels complete and fulfilled when he's in a loving relationship. He thrives on the emotional bond and shared experiences with you. While he's an individual with his own identity, he believes that love enhances and enriches his life. Once he gets with you, however, he is truly terrified of losing you. He knows that he would never be whole again if he lost you. You are his world and he couldn’t even bear the thought of a life without you.

X = Xtra:

Do I think that he’s nervous and clumsy? Yes, but he hides it very well. When he first met you, he treated you with such elegant and poise. But on the inside he was a mess. He felt like his heart was beating out of his chest and that he could fall dead on the floor any minute.

I also feel like if he kept rats, he would love them but would be terrified of seeing one out and about. Just imagine that the cage breaks and all of a sudden there’s a rat running around the ministry. Someone will scream “there is a rat “and immediately he will turn his head and scream. He would totally forget that he actually has pet rats. Y’all know that one audio on TikTok that goes “It’s Shredder” and he goes “WHERE”… it’d be like that

Y = Yuck:

Copia dislikes dishonesty and lack of integrity in both himself and others. He values transparency and expects his partner to be honest and genuine. He also dislikes arrogance and selfishness, as these traits go against his core values.

Z = Zzz:

God, let’s not talk about his schedule. Copia’s sleep habits are hella irregular due to his busy schedule. However, when he does find the time to rest, he enjoys sleeping in a comfortable and cozy environment. That 100% means his bed, cuddled next to you or your guys matching plague doctor plushies. When he has the chance, he will always nap with you. He love those naps when it rains. The bad weather makes him want to stay in and relax with you. He loves feeling your body cuddled up against yours and when it rains, he brings you up to your bedroom and cuddles you until you both fall asleep.

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thorxthunder · 10 months

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JESUS IS COMIMG!!!!! (based on that one miles morales gif)

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thorxthunder · 2 years

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So guess who has a new obsession with people who are old enough to be my parents… also I got an iPad. This is my first time with digital art so please tell me y’all’s thoughts

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can you do something with a really posessive but also sweet norman osborn

So um... this is my first Norman request so if anyone has advice, let me know!!! <3

In The Lab (Jealous! Norman x reader)

Norman isn't jealous.

He especially isn’t jealous when you’re at the other side of the lab, getting stared at and admired by a legion of brats, and when one particularly blatant scientist casts an appraising look down at your (admittedly incredible) ass, Norman's hands don't tighten around his pen, and he is most decidedly not jealous.

He makes a point of not listening to them talk, keeping his attention focused on his notebook, and if some of their conversation brushes against his ears every so often he can't really be blamed for eavesdropping, can he?

When you start to pour some unknown liquids together and a scientist licked their lips and purred, "Those forearms are better than porn," Norman doesn't quickly write his findings on the notebook with more force than necessary and doesn't imagine aiming the pencil and near-by lab equipment at their head.

"Student Chambers, observing my forearms instead of the experiment may explain the exceedingly low scores you achieved on the last test," you retort, the slightest hint of a reprimand in your impassive declaration, and Chambers flushes a bright pink as the assembled researchers chuckled.

Norman doesn't chuckle. He needs to let out a bit of breath occasionally to avoid straining his rib cage. It has nothing to do with you being your usual super-competent self and putting junior researchers in their place with the carefully controlled deadpan most people don't seem to realize is your form of snark. Even if said deadpan seems to call up a flood of fondness and warms Norman's heart when he feels threatened.

The 3-hour-long program Norman has set up in order to keep his skills polished has transitioned from small chemical reactions, and when some less-focused researchers let out gasps of astonishment, well, maybe he smirks just a little. The smirk quickly falls off his face when you began to type your findings on a nearby computer, and Norman swears he doesn't tense up when Chambers sighs, "Imagine what those fingers could do in bed."

You level a glare at him, your face carefully set in the bland mask Norman has seen cripple people with confidence several orders of magnitude above Chambers's, Norman included. " Chambers, I hereby request you desist flirting with me. Any other references to my skills in the bedroom will hereby be construed as harassment and will be reported personally to Mr. Osborn."

You glance at Norman, apologetically. Norman definitely isn't looking at you.

Chambers pouts. "What's a guy to do for some attention, ya know?"

"Maintain professionalism and work hard," You state, unflappable as always, and calmly resumes the lesson. Norman could kiss you, but Harry has already yelled off his ear for mentally scarring the researchers, so he bites back his disconsolate.

"So I'm guessing coffee is completely out of the question?"

Norman is normally a rational, logical human being, and he knows that it's a throwaway line, a casual jab as Chambers concedes the point to you, but the snarling cacophony of “Mine MINE MINE Y/N IS MINE MINE MY Y/N MINE” thundering through his ears is a bit distracting.

Your voice cuts through Norman's internal screaming. "As your immediate superior, I am obligated to inform you that fraternization is outlawed by paragraph 7 section C of the Osborn Internship Program" you intone, the barest hint of a growl in your tone, and Norman's heart sinks because really? You’re rejecting him over the manual, and not because you and Norman are-

"While I’m happily married," you continue, unaware of Norman's internal monologue, "I'd just like to point out that my husband is extremely protective and won't hesitate to stake his claim if you are ever so forward again."

When you smile at Norman, Norman finally stops pretending that he's not jealous and smiles sheepishly back, because you are the only person Norman trusts with his heart, and you trust Norman with your own heart too.

With a light heart, Norman snaps his razor-sharp focus back to his computer to type, berating himself for getting distracted by you. Though he doesn't blame himself, you are incredibly distracting, he can't stop staring at you while you sleep, your face soft and open in a show of unadulterated trust Norman still doesn't quite believe he's managed to deserve.

Chambers stutters out an abashed apology as a murmur of dissent rises from his fellow researchers, and Norman is heartened when some go so far as to shake their head in revulsion.

Norman smiles, breaking out of his (apparently eerily terrifying) resting face. "My partner has done an admirable job in rejecting your advances, Chambers," he informs them. "They’ve made it clear that they are unwelcome, and I'd like to ask you not to continue."

The rage inside him was itching to sink its teeth into the target of his frustrations, and he lets his smile harden "If you try anything like this again," Norman continues, and lets some of his simmering fury color his words, "I will deal with you faster than Y/N can file the requisite paperwork to rebase you far to the north of the Arctic circle."

He puts every ounce of his anger, his resentment, his outrage into the glare he shoots him, communicating very clearly that his method of dealing with any infractions will be similar to what he's experienced today, and he quailed under his eyes, looking away with a hastily aborted whimper.

"Considering Osborn has granted me executive permission to kick anyone off out of this program," you pipe up, and Norman definitely doesn't jump, "You can rest assured, Chambers, that Mr. Norman’s method of 'dealing with it’ will be unexpected, quick, and..." a fond smile plays across your lips, "Decidedly brutal. Do keep in mind that I currently lay claim to the record of the fastest paperwork submission, a record I have been itching to break for quite some time."

Norman can't help his fond smile. "Fucking paperwork ninja."

After a moment, your expression turned bland, but Norman can read love loud and clear in the crinkles around your eyes, in the quirk of your mouth. "Mr. Osborn, would you perhaps like to demonstrate how dangerous it is to let chemicals react to each other if you don’t know what they are?" you asked, and Norman shoots to attention with a snappy, mocking salute.

"Yes!" he barked, and he heard you snort softly in amusement as Norman turns to the new interns, staring at him warily, fear in their eyes, and begins enthusing over the different experiences Osborn Co. offered, and he's secretly relieved when they slowly relax, one by one, caution fading at Norman's exuberance, realizing his wrath was only aimed at Chambers and not at them as a collective group.

Let us just say… Chambers would never try to flirt with you or anyone ever again…

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Norman Osborn NSFW Alphabet (18+)

so, umm... this happened. i love mobius but i needed a refresher. Also, let me know what y’all think

CW: Smut (Obvi)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There’s a belief that sex is intimate and can often make us feel vulnerable, and Norman would agree 110%. Aftercare is a way that Norman can show you his true kindness and emotion.

Physical intimacy is always his number one way of making you feel special and appreciated. Maybe it sounds crass to say that Norman sort of sees aftercare as a checklist, but he looks at everything systematically, so it’s not something you take personally. And as far as the checklist goes, from the get-go, he’s good about cleaning you up and taking care of your body after sex, especially after a session with some bondage or other kinks or toys that might take a toll on you. But you also confess to him that – especially when he’s really worn you down – you need some sort of words of affirmation—you reassure him there’s no need to get touchy-feely about it, even, but just telling you that you were good for him and other little things like that. Does he get it? Not really. But he does it for you… and he maybe starts to derive some joy out of whispering little compliments after completely wrecking you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

HIS PHYSIQUE!!! For a guy who’s spent his whole life as a genius in tech and science, his physique would be just one more way to set himself apart, so of course, he relishes in it. Norman knows you like his body, especially his arms. Because no matter where his arms are, whether it is cooking your favorite meal, pressing you down against your mattress, or wrapping his hand around your throat, you’ll always be admiring them.

As far as your body… He loves your hair. Norman appreciates the body of his partner in its entirety, and you can be damn sure he's always going to have beautiful compliments, but if he has a weakness it's your hair. He loves combing his fingers through. Especially fond of tugging at your hair to bring you in for a bruising kiss. And also when he's fucking you senseless.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He'll have no problem coming anywhere you want him to, and can get quite filthy when it comes to that. But if he'd have to choose, he'd probably like coming on your pretty face, though he'd avoid messing with your hair. He absolutely loves your hair and doesn't want to ruin it. He can come a lot, several times a night. This is especially true if work has kept him away from you for a long time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There's something about the art of inflicting pain as a means to elicit pleasure that fascinates him. Maybe it's the power at play and having you surrender to him that gets him off, but don't get him wrong. It's not seeing you in pain that excites him. That would never do for him if you're clearly uncomfortable and unwilling to participate. It's your clear trust to give yourself to him, to give him complete control over your body because you know he'll look after you and only one command from you will suffice to stop him. In reality, it's you who has complete control over him, and he's your willing slave.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

So it’s not that Norman is inexperienced. He’s had plenty of sex – mostly meaningless one-night stands – and has never had much of a preference in the gender of his sexual partners as long as they can blow him well, so his experience does span the gender spectrum. But you’re the first long-term partner, so there is a bit of a learning curve as he gets more familiar with what you want.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle!!!! Watching you become a mess beneath him, unable to support yourself on your arms as he wrecks you, and begging him like a little slut, really gets him going. He also loves watching his dick going in and out of you and the way you eagerly take him. He loves seeing himself balls deep in you and then hearing the sounds you make when his cock brushes against those extra-sensitive spots on your inner walls.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Norman is a cheeky little bastard so there'll be no shortage of cockiness when he's getting it on. He finds it amusing whenever you get impatient and will make fun of your pouty and annoyed expressions whenever he doesn't give you what you want. He totally thinks you look adorable and in reality is tempted to give in to your desires. He might laugh when you start begging while he’s teasing you, and he also might laugh a little if he’s tipsy, but that never really strays into flat-out humor.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Doesn’t have a lot of body hair in general but tends to pay a lot of attention down there. May shave from time to time. The color matches that of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Not as romantic as you would hope him to be. Norman is raw passion, and he'll come and go like a hurricane when you least expect it. He's a heavily emotional guy, though. And he may be overwhelming at times to the point of being too much to deal with. Norman wants you to be completely his, and he's quite possessive. He’s going to show you again and again that you only belong to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Enjoys the real deal way more, but he likes it when you watch him masturbate during foreplay. On occasion, he will also ask you to masturbate for him, so don't be shy. He'll sit back and observe with keen interest the way you pleasure yourself before he decides he can't hold back. That said, Norman keeps the weirdest hours because of his work, so sometimes he’s desperately horny while he knows you’re sound asleep, and in those moments he will jerk off. It’s always in the hope of sex or a blow job when you wake up later, though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Of course he’s all about BDSM, especially bondage. He loves tying you up, and he especially loves blindfolding you, the way that he’s your only link to the world while you’re completely untethered from reality. You only know where he is in the room when he says something to you or touches you. You can only feel what he chooses for you to feel: heat, cold, pain, pleasure, etc. He's into impact play and will leave your bottom red after spanking it, but he'll take special care of it afterward. He won't engage in such practice often, maybe on special occasions, and if you're particularly horny to stand it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Norman enjoys the thrill of being caught, so he won't refuse to have a go in semi public places. His favorite place, however, is the privacy of his own bedroom, where he's free to do as he pleases without any fuss. It's his territory, and you submit to his rules willingly. Everything he needs is within reach, whether his toys or the elements he needs to provide you with aftercare. Plus, only he gets to see you like this.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A good challenge will get him going. Don't make things too easy for him. He likes submissiveness, but the best part about it is getting you to submit to him. Sexually submissive partners are his preference because he enjoys being in the role of the dominant partner. This doesn't mean you have to be submissive in the relationship as a whole. For that matter, one of his favorite things is when you ask him to punish you for being bad. He'll play along with your game, and ask you what is it you've done to warrant such a thing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Norman will never do anything to consciously hurt you. He only wants to make you scream in pleasure, not in pain. If he does, he'll stop immediately and comfort you in any way he can to make you feel better. It doesn't matter how horny or needy he is, your well-being comes first. Norman is game for… pretty much anything, even if sometimes he’s a little skeptical. But he would not be about a threesome, not when it means sharing you with anyone else. Once you’re in an established relationship, even a threesome with a robot probably wouldn’t be super appealing; he needs you all to himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man eats pussy like a champion and will not spare any efforts to satisfy you, but prefers receiving oral. Honestly, he loves having you on your knees worshiping his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) For the most part, there's no in-between with Norman. He'll either fuck you like an animal and leave you sore for days, or he'll go slow and torture you, edging you again and again only to deny you release, to the point you'll become insane. Either way, you're screwed. Figuratively and literally.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A fair amount of the sex he’s had in the past has been quickies, because a lot of it has been more functional—just getting off. So being with you is the first time in a while that he’s consistently had proper sex. That’s made him prefer proper sex, sure, but again: Norman can go from 0 to 60 pretty damn fast, so he’s all for a good quickie, especially in the middle of his workday. Does he hope for more later, though? Yes, absolutely.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Norman is pretty open-minded, so he'll be up for experimenting as long as it’s something you both agree on. He’ll always ask for your opinion and will also respect your boundaries. He knows that you like to be kept on your toes, so he is always introducing new toys and games into your bedroom. While he’s usually the one suggesting change, he will listen and learn from you when the circumstances apply. Sometimes he does need to be shown how fun one of your ideas might be, though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Even though this man loves a quickie, he can last forever. His work is full of grueling, repetitive tasks, so he knows how to keep himself going when staring at a computer screen. That means keeping himself on the edge of pleasure to prolong your experience is nothing. (And it also doesn’t hurt that he’s super fit and in tune with his body.) Norman also has a very short reset time; he’ll cum on your face and after a minute or two of you sucking the cum off of his fingers after he rubs it into your face, he’s hard enough to go again

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. Vibrators, plugs, restraints, nipple clamps; he has it all. And he sees these toys as somewhat of an extension of his power over you. He’ll tie you up and fuck with you for hours with them, keeping you right on the precipice of release, but never giving you what you’re begging for.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This guy is a little shit that enjoys driving you crazy whenever he gets the chance. He's always a tease, and he just enjoys provoking you. If he has to rile you up to get a reaction from you, you bet he's going to find an excuse. You think that sounds like fun? Let's see what you think when you're crying after being dicked down for so long you can't even think straight. And he's not going to let you cum until you completely submit and tell him he's won. You may fight all you want, you may even be right in what you say, but you're still going to have his cock buried deep inside you pummeling you until you admit defeat. On a more serious topic, he'll appreciate it if you put him in his place whenever he's becoming too difficult. Norman can be too stubborn for his own good and wants things to go his way. If you know he's in the wrong, don't let his mood swings and glares intimidate you. He respects a person who can stay their ground, so don't be afraid to speak your mind and call him out whenever it's necessary. He may be salty for a while, but in the end he'll love you more for it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

It's not always Norman making the noises, mainly because it's him who's in charge for the most part.

Even so, he's not pretty loud. Except maybe when he's coming. It's then that he tends to lose control of his voice. Otherwise, he keeps mostly silent, concentrated on your every reaction to play along. Possibly some sporadic grunts and moans when he cums, but that’s it. So after the first couple of weeks of fucking, you literally tell him, “I want to hear you have a good time. I want you to be loud for me, I want to know that you are loving the way it feels.” And it didn’t even occur to him that his noises might be part of sex, not really, but once it settles in for him, he’s a hell of a lot louder and very into it. (Also into the fact that you actually like knowing that he’s turned on.) Grunting and dirty talk and everything with no concern for volume because who is it going to bother?

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Norman is quite possessive and jealous when it comes to emotional involvement, and certainly, if he feels serious about you, he won't want to share you with anyone else. He gets really pissed if others show interest in you, and it may be upsetting for you if he's behaving all passive-aggressive because of it. He knows it's wrong, and that it's not your fault other people find you attractive, but Norman is also aware that as a saint he can't really give you the life you deserve where you’ll get to live happily ever after. He fears one day you'll realize you can do better than him and leave him. He may be cocky and arrogant on the outside, but deep down he feels really insecure about himself and doesn't want to lose you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Have you seen this man’s body? He’s thick in every way —including his cock. Putting aside length (which, it’s considerable), that man is thick and stretches you out in ways you wouldn’t believe. Norman always admired himself, but he never really realized his size (which is saying something) until your eyes widened at the sight of him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Norman’s sex drive is so damn high. You couldn’t even begin to guess how often it’s led to him missing business calls, or wandering away from his work because he gets a glimpse of you, and he’s just… gotta have you right then.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Norman is a sweet guy who will make sure you're properly taken care of and comfortable. Will cradle you in his arms, whispering sweet words as he pets your hair until you're fast asleep. Quite often it's him who falls asleep last because he's the one to deal with aftercare. He can't just roll on his side and leave you alone after playing rough, without assuring you that he loves you and he's grateful that you trust him so much. He watches your innocent expression and knows he wants to stay forever with you. But there's no way to stop time, and sooner or later death will claim him with his green goblin antics. But that's a price he's willing to pay so long as you're safe.

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God, that was a lot

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Making Promises in the Moonlight (Mobius X GN! Reader)

Mobius loved you and you knew it. He just was wasn’t sure how much you loved him.

It was a stereotypical, storybook winter wonderland in a multiverse version of New York.

The wind was swift and chilled as it swept across the snow-covered street. It was a few days before Christmas and the last-minute shoppers ran rampant from store to store, snatching up last-minute gifts for family and friends and acquaintances; carolers were out in full force, singing and spreading the Christmas cheer to anyone within audible range. Children were laughing and playing in the snow, hot chocolate was dispensed at alarming rates, strangers were chatting, and everyone seemed happy, full of holiday cheer.

Mobius pulled the collar of his jacket up around his neck, trying without avail to keep the cold out.

Mobius soon stood in a storefront. He didn’t know exactly what store it was or in what universe. All he knew was that he was on a mission. Mobius wandered around the mall, watching for a particular store. He wondered for heaven knows how long before stopping at a store. Mobius froze, staring at the sign in front of him. He knew he needed to do this, he wanted to do this, and it was just the factor of them. Would you like it? Or would you pretend to like it, so it wouldn’t hurt his feelings? Mobius knew how you worked: He would hand it over to you and, even if you didn’t like it, you would smile and put it on. You always said it was the thought that counted, but that was just too difficult for Mobius to believe.

With a sigh and a hand through his hair, he stepped forward into the store. Some lights were low, but the ones in the glass cases were extremely bright to show the jewelry at its full potential. Every side was lined with a jewelry cabinet filled with rings, earrings, and necklaces. Behind the rows was a man and a woman ready to help any customer that looked to be buying.

“Can I help you, Sir?” a woman asked as he neared one of the cases. She smiled and waited for an answer, her beautiful white teeth shining against her ebony skin.

“Um, I want to buy something for my partner, but I’m not really sure what they would like.” Mobius watched the woman smile again before telling him to follow her.

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Upon arrival, he dusted the snow off his coat before he hung it on the cherry wood coat rack. Mobius turned up the heat, changed into his pajamas, made a cup of tea, and settled in your shared bed, where you lay sleeping. Instead of reading a jet ski magazine or submerging himself in pop culture, Mobius found himself looking at your sleeping silhouette. You glowed in the moonlight, which reflected off the snow.

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Big city snow.

There really wasn't anything in the world quite like it. When it snowed in New York, it seemed that everything turned into this amazing shade of white, and suddenly everyone was a tiny speck on the pavement, and everything was clean and so much more alive. He saw the wind blowing through the trees from outside his window, heard the howling as it rattled the shutters against the brick of the apartment. But of course, the window, which hadn't properly worked in almost a year, wouldn't open, so he couldn't feel the snow.

Mobius only wanted to feel the snow when he was not in it; typical, but it made sense to him.

With his freshly brewed tea untouched, Mobius soon fell asleep. He wrapped himself in the freshly washed sheet and moved closer to you.

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The warmth of the sun on his face woke him up. Around nine o’clock, Mobius opened his eyes and was immediately met with an image of you, asleep, curled up with your back to him. He grinned at the sight of you. He let his eyes trail down your frame, following the curve of your shoulder, the shadow of your lower half beneath the blanket. His gaze paused to admire the ridges of muscle in your back, and he felt the urge to touch you again, so he did, grazing your shoulder blade with his fingertips. He used his right hand, so he could truly feel the soft, warm glow of your skin.

It always felt unreal to him, the fact that he could touch you like this, not even because he wanted to, but because you liked it. You wanted him, and after all this time, it was still unbelievable to him. He loved you, and you loved him back. He hadn’t ever felt this way before, so sure of what he wanted, of whom he wanted. He wanted to lay there in bed with you forever, tucked under the covers and tangled up in each other. He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, protecting you, holding you, kissing you. He wanted just as badly to be protected by you, held by you, kissed by you. Mobius knew what he wanted; he just couldn’t believe you felt the same way. You loved him. And the thought of you loving him brought a giddy smile to his face.

You made a soft, tired sound, and Mobius felt you stir beneath his hand. His smile deepened, and he could see that you were pretending to sleep now. He stroked your back, drawing swirls across your skin, listening to your breath as it sped up just slightly, notifying him that you were indeed awake. Fine. He wanted to ask you this aloud, but if you were going to be a tease, so would he. He scooted closer to you and went back to tracing shapes on your back, slowly, efficiently, hoping you would realize what he was doing. W-I-L-L… Y-O-U…

Mobius hadn’t even started the last word when you turned over in bed suddenly, launching yourself at him with a squeal of delight. He laughed while you lay on top of him, kissing his face over and over and over. “Good morning to you, too,” he muttered while you held your lips to his cheek and made exaggerated smooching sounds.

You pulled back to gaze down at him, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. You were smiling; the sight made his heart swell in his chest. He could feel your fingers on his arm, but he was too lost in you to understand what you had traced. “Yes,” you murmured to him, your voice soft.

Mobius blinked, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Yes?” he repeated, dazed. “You mean—”

“Yes! My answer is yes, Mobius!” you exclaimed. You brushed a strand of hair from his face—so delicately, he almost sighed with content—and kissed his temple. Smooch. “You’re such a romantic, admit it.”

Mobius scrunched up his nose in faux disgust. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes.” Smooch. “You are.”

“No.”

“Yes!” Smooch, smooch.

“You already said ‘yes’ to me, bunny.”

“Oh, I’m not your Bunny.” This time you smooched the spot right between his eyebrows, then the tip of his nose, the cleft in his chin. “I’m your spouse.”

“You’ll always be my Bunny.” His hand had found its way to the back of your thigh; he squeezed it affectionately, and his other hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. He tilted his head up to kiss your lips, but you pulled back just out of reach. He frowned, brows knitted together in a pout. “And we’re not even married yet, sweetheart.”

“Keyword: ‘yet’.” You kissed the corner of his lips, eyeing him cheekily. Your mouth ghosted over his, waiting for his next move.

Mobius grinned and kissed you back.

A/N: I didn’t know people still wanted content but… Here we are!

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Let’s just say… hypothetically… I started posting Mobius X Reader content again… would anyone read it?

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I wish you would have told me| Mobius M. Mobius x GN! Reader

Hey folks! This took me forever to write.

This was written at the request of @yeeetmyasss. Thank you for being my first request! <3

WARNING: THIS STORY HAS IMPLIED/MENTIONED S.A. AND DRINKING. IF EITHER MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Request: Could you do a Mobius x reader where they’re best friends and low-key in love with each other, but she (or they) keeps avoiding the topic of them dating? One day, Mobius accidentally finds out she had a history of SA prior to TVA, and accidentally lets his newfound knowledge slip out while they’re drinking together. Although uncomfortable at first, she slowly opens up to him about it and explains that she didn’t tell him because she didn’t want to ruin the fun, light-hearted relationship that they have. Mobius comforts her, and it ends up with them getting together

Word Count: 2,695 (My longest fanfic so far!)

A/N: Listen, I'm posting this at 3:15. Don't kill me if something is misspelled. Simply, let me know. :) anyways, let's get started

The first time you saw him, you really didn’t think much of him. It was a normal day at the TVA, and your main priority was to help catch up the new Minutemen.

Being one of the top analyst, you were always training new recruits, or you were filling out mounds of paperwork. You had become Ravonna’s right hand, so she trusted you with more work than most other analyst. So naturally, you didn’t mind much attention to other workers around you.

This day started with you showing new Minutemen around the office and where to find the resources they needed. Thankfully, this was one of your easier tasks you were in charge of. So here you were, explaining to a group how important their work was in order to protect the timeline.

“And can anyone tell me why we must take a time charge every time we catch a variant? I know we’ve talked about a lot today, but this is important.” You announced, walking the recruits over to the lockers. “Anyone? I promise there are no wrong answers.” You questioned.

“Is it to reset the timeline, so it goes back to normal?” A voice shouted from the back.

Smiling, you replied, “Good job! You are correct! Now, I will leave you all here to get ready. We’ll be doing some hands-on training today.”

As you began to walk away, you saw Ravonna glancing at you. “Y/N? A word, please?” You were afraid. If she wanted to speak with you, you probably had messed something up. But thankfully, this wasn’t the case.

“Great job on the training, so far. Before you go, I want you to take one of our new analyst. They’ll be shadowing you.”

“Nice! Who are they?” You happily gleaned. You enjoyed working alone, but it was always nice getting to work with others.

“His name is Mobius. But before you go to meet him…” Ravonna slowly walked toward you, giving you a genuine look of concern.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable going back to earth. I know last time wasn't the best but, I’m worried about you.”

And in came a flash back.

The scent of cigar smoke. A sentence, spoken in an unusual inflection. A certain date. The smell of his cologne, his car, his apartment. “Be good for me”

Your focus immediately landed on a Ravonna, who was still staring at you.

“I’ll be fine.” You spoke. “It’s been a long time since then. I'm much better now.”

“Alright. I trust you. Now, Mobius should be out there. He won’t be hard to miss.” She chuckled to herself.

And there he was, a very attractive man, who looked very out of place. He wore a crisp brown suit, and his hair looked like it’d been dipped in silver. His short hair was slightly moving, since he was standing under a vent, and he had a mustache, which made him a true silver fox.

The man was studying his tempad, with calculating eyes. For some reason, he sent a shiver down your body.

Shaking your head, you slowly walked up to him. “Excuse me? Are you… Mobius?”

And that was the first time you saw him.

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“The timeline is about to collapse, and we’ve lost the variants.” Y/N leaned dramatically on their hand. “Why did I ever kiss up to Ravonna?”

Mobius poured you both a drink. “Well, don’t quote me on this, but I’m pretty sure it’s because you’re one hell of an analyst. I mean, who else can fill out 7 different advisors paperwork and catch 11 variants in one shift! ”

“I guess you're right. But why me? I’ve been doing this for… I don’t know how long. It’s always ‘Y/N, you need to fix this person mistake’ or ‘You need to catch these variants because they’re super dangerous’.” You hissed to Mobius. You quieted yourself, realizing that you’ve taken an angry tone. You weren't angry at Mobius. You were angry at the entire situation. You then attempted to prove your point in a more calmly manner. “Why can’t it be ‘Good job! You’re doing great.’ or ‘Hey, take some time to yourself. You deserve it!’.”

Mobius sat down and wiggled on the couch as he settled. “Well, I’m proud of you. You’ve done so much for me and countless others. You’re one of the most hardworking, strong-willed individuals I've met in all the eons I've been here. I care a lot about you. I’ll stick it up to Renslayer, if I have to. ”

There was a kindness in his voice. It wasn’t a fake kindness, like Renslayer when she needed you to do extra work. It was genuine and real.

“Thanks” you spoke.

That's all you could say. How else could you respond?

It wasn't easy to admit, but, you really were falling hard.

You both looked at each other in silence for several seconds, before getting up and walking over to where all the alcohol was stored.

After many drinks, a silence fell between you two. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was more of an understood silence.

You knew that every time you are around each other you didn't always have to talk, you just really enjoyed each other's energy.

Every once in a while, one of you asked the other question. It started from “Where do you see yourself in five years” to “Do you like dogs or cats better” to “Tell me about the funniest variant story”

While you both tried to stay light-hearted, things quickly became a bit more serious. Mobius had started talking about how he had frequent nightmares since the Loki variant had arrived. And you can’t blame him. This had put stress on everyone, even if they weren't working on the case. Instead of telling him to stop, you kept listening. You knew what it felt like to not be listened to. You both were seen as strong figures, but you both needed your own reassurance.

After Mobius had finished ranting to you, he changed the subject to a more lighthearted conversation; The time you first met. And no, he wasn't talking about the first mission. He was talking, more specifically, about the time you first locked eyes with each other.

He would never tell you this but, when he first saw you, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. The TVA didn't have much beauty in it, but seeing you, made the TVA shine brighter the stars on every timeline combined.

HE LOVES YOU

Oh, he loves you more than, dare he say it, jet skis. This wasn't an easy topic to bring up. But he had to know. You have been friends for eons, flirting for nearly all that time.

Even though this was supposed to be a co-worker date, this felt more like therapy with your husband as the therapist.

Mobius wanted you to speak your emotions. He also wanted to learn more about a certain note that was in your case file.

Mobius set at a dark oak desk scattered with paperwork and files of his fellow co-workers. While most employees of low ranking in the TVA didn’t have accesses to this information, Mobius was different. Everyone had taken a liking to Mobius. I mean, who wouldn’t? He was a snarky yet kind man with killer looks. Therefore, Ravonna let him do seemingly whatever he wanted. Recently, you and mobius hadn’t been seeing each other. You had a bunch of new people to train, and Mobius had been promoted to variant supervisor. On one of his few downtimes from work, he decided to go through some case files and would luck have it, he found your file first. Mobius chuckled to himself. ‘You know, she’d kill me if i read this. Good thing she won’t know,’ he thought to himself. He prided himself on trust, but this was the one time he could set this ideal aside. He scanned through the file, reading the basic information like you name, gender, temp-pad issue number etc. As he read further and further, something caught his eye: A stack of stapled papers that read:

“Incident #551809-B: Variant aggravated sexual assault. Incident occurring on timeline #06261987. Parties involved: TVA Analyst, (Y/N)(L/N), Variant: Mark E Richards. Variant Status: Tried, then pruned”

Mobius couldn’t believe what he was reading.

This is what you had hidden from him all this time.

This is what you were afraid of telling him.

This was why you hated physical contact with other employers.

Mobius couldn’t read more. He was sick.

How could someone involved in that incident be so filled with love today?

How could anyone hurt you on purpose?

He didn’t know how any of this could happen. He swore to himself that he would never bring it up. Not only that, he felt guilty going through the file, but it helped him understand you more.

And here you both were sitting on the couch, drinking and enjoying the company.

“Listen, I really enjoy talking to you, but there’s something on my mind. Can I ask you a question?”

Mobius sat his glass on the side table at the end of the couch, where you two had been sitting this entire time. He shifted his body to look over at you.

“Awhile back, I read something...about you.” Mobius stuttered.

Oh god, here I go

Mobius sat next to you as you watched his body shift. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. You could feel the way he wanted to say something, but saw how he kept his mouth shut, trying not to scare you away. You glanced at him for a moment. Mobius’s soft blue eyes, full of worry and care, met your warm (y/e/c) eyes. He gave me a small smile. Tiredness written all over his face.

“Awhile ago, I stubbled across your case file. I found an incident report about you. It was about you and a variant. Why haven’t you ever told me?”

You were taken aback.

As you began to noticeably fidget with your socks, Mobius began to scoot backwards to the corner of the couch.

Damn it, I messed up. I would have never asked, but these drinks are a bit too strong.

It was dead quiet for the first time this entire night. There were no sounds of others around. The record player, which was playing old songs from the 60s, had finished playing the vinyl and the arm had returned to its place.

“Will you please tell me what happened?” Mobius asked. He reached for your knee, not quite sure what to do. He did just reveal to you that he knew the one secret you had kept from him.

Instead of reaching for your knee, he slowly wrapped his hand with yours. It was... nice.

You didn't know whether it was you being tipsy or the fact that you could be 100% truthful to the man who you had truly loved. Whatever it was, broke you.

You began to cry. Tears running down your cheeks, Mobius slowly shifted his body and sat next to me. He pulled your body to his. His arms went around you while your head rested on his chest. Your tears ran freely down your cheeks to his casual green t shirt, staining it with tears. But Mobius didn’t mind.

He slightly enjoyed seeing you like this. No, it wasn’t because he had a thing for crying, but it was because he loved seeing the true side of you. The vulnerable, not worried about other, relaxed shoulder you. He knew you needed this.

A shoulder to cry on to help understand what happened.

“I was there.” You said. “He had me.” You spoke, chocking back tears.

Mobius understood everything just by those few words. You began brushing your hair back while cooing sweet nothing to you.

“He will never have you there again, (Y/n). No one will. The TVA took care of him. He paid for everything he did to you, angel. He paid the price. Don’t worry about him again. You are stronger than that. Angel, I can only imagine how hard it is for you. To know what he did to you, how he hurt you, and to know that I was useless and completely oblivious.”

“Mobius?” You spoke, slowly cupping his cheek.

“This was before you. You weren’t in my department yet. Listen, I never told you because I didn't want to ruin what was between us. We constantly had a happy relationship between each other. I felt like if I told you, it would change the way you saw me. I don't want you to see me as a charity case, I don't want you to feel like you constantly have to pity me. I want you to see me as your one and only Y/N.” You spoke, comforting Mobius.

Mobius was now the one who was taken aback.

You gave Mobius a smile, though he couldn’t see how that was possible.

Mobius gave a weak smile back. “I'm sorry you felt like you had to hide this from me. When you're around me, I want you to feel like you can tell me anything. I want you to feel like that because it's true. You can tell me anything. Knowing that you had this built up inside you for this long makes me feel terrible. I should have asked sooner, it's just that, I was afraid you might not like me if I asked. I'm sorry I went behind your back to look at the file. I love you, Y/N, more than life itself.” He said. And the moment his own words seemed to register in his head, he paled, the blood draining from his face and roaring in his ears.

You went rigid next to him. That was a lot to take in. Especially that last sentence. You think it was also hard for him to say, because you could feel Mobius’s heart racing with panic. You scooted away from him, your eyes trained on his face. “What?”

“What?” he parroted helplessly.

“That last sentence. What did you say?”

“I didn’t… say anything.”

“Mobius?”

“You know, I think I’m going to grab another drink. You want anything Y/N?”

Before he could leave the couch, your hand lashed out and clamped around his wrist. “Mobius, we’ve had like 3 drinks,” you deadpanned. Your grip on his arm loosened. “Why… Why would you say that?”

“Say what?”

“Mobius.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Mobius sighed. “I… Well, it just came out. That’s all. I understand if you don’t—”

“Did you mean it?” you said softly. Your knees were touching his lap as you knelt next to him. Mobius turned to face you, and his eyes dropped momentarily to your mouth. “Yeah. I did. I mean it,” he said stiffly.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Without warning, you laughed, and Mobius arched an eyebrow in confusion. “I didn’t think you felt that way about me,” you muttered. “I thought… Oh, my god, I didn’t know.”

“Y/N?” he said tentatively.

“I love you, too. Oh, my god, I love you, too, and I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I, uh… I didn’t know how you’d take it. I didn’t wanna ruin what we have together.” Carefully, he placed his hands on your cheek. “If I’d known you love me back… God, I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

Your eyes glistened. “You got that right,” you mumbled.

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