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Declan O'Hara imagine - I'm not doing this.

A/N: I thought about this one shot weeks ago... finally writing it. Probably been done already by someone else but who isn't obsessed with rivals atm. I also haven't written in years.

Summary: Declan is fighting against himself and everything he believes in when you come into the picture.

Warnings: Age Gap, fem!reader, NSFW content 18+, strong language, bit of a slow burn.

"Taggie, honestly, I don't know why you'd ever willingly add Brussel sprouts to anything." You chuckled as you both crept through the door to the kitchen.

"They're good for you!" Taggie tried to defend her culinary choices for her Sunday lunch.

"If they're good for you then I always want to be bad."

"Who's being bad?" A thick Irish accent filled the room as Taggie's dad sauntered in, a mug of coffee in one hand with his other burrowed deeply into his trouser pocket.

"Dad, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) was just objecting to my sprouts."

"Oh yeah, I agree, terrible things. Even the dog won't eat 'em" Declan brought his mug to his lips, smirking through the thick moustache that hid his upper lip.

You felt your insides alight at his dark, playful expression as he teased Taggie.

That was the first time you knew you were a bad friend. A bad friend who wanted your new friend's father to lift you onto the kitchen table and bury his head between your thighs.

The thought made your cheeks burn red as you laughed at Declan's remark and Taggie's complaints against him.

The man left the kitchen when his eyes flitted back to you, sending you a nod and a 'lovely to meet you, (Y/N). '

You couldn't help but replay the way he said your name in your head over and over and over again until you were desperate for his voice to sing it again.

The next time you saw Declan O'Hara was at the O'Hara New Years Eve party.

"You better not spend the whole time in here. I'd actually like you to put a dress on and come out to dance at some point tonight." You pleaded with Taggie as she clasped your necklace for you.

"I'll try but I can't make any promises. Anyway, you're out there to be my eyes and ears. You need to tell me if anyone complains about the food, okay?"

"Yes, Taggie. But no one will because you are amazing and your food is amazing and you are so right for not letting me help you cook or serve after I burnt the soup last time." You faced her as she continued to prep the ingredients she would need for the feast she had planned.

"You are a great friend but you are a terrible cook." Taggie agreed. You felt a lump in your throat at the words. Were you a great friend for literally fantasising over her father after almost every time you had an interaction with him? "Now please go next door and make sure that all the tables have the right cutlery for me?"

"Anything for you, Agatha!" You headed to do as you were told. Looking down to smooth out your dress when you felt yourself collide with something solid.

"I'm so sorry!" You looked up to see Declan turning, laughing softly at your clumsiness.

"It's okay, love." Declan's own eyes fell down your body, his lips parting slightly as he took in the sight of you all dressed up. He knew you were an attractive girl but you were Taggie's age and one of her only friends in the surrounding neighbours beside Lizzie. "You look beautiful."

The sincerity in his voice caused a chill to roll up your spine.

"Thanks. You look very handsome too, Mr. O'Hara." You didn't know why you felt so shy around him. You were so used to owning your space and holding your confidence when you fancied someone.

"That's very kind, (Y/N). And it's Declan. I don't want to tell you again." Declan send you a wink as he started to pass you. "Hey, and no snogging my son at midnight. You're way too good for him."

Your heart squeezed at the taunt. Patrick was a gorgeous boy and he had tried to flirt with you when he met you but you were far too interested in Declan for Patrick to make any dent in your crush.

"He's not my type anyway." You managed to find your tongue to quip back an answer.

"Good girl."

Good Girl.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself replying something entirely inappropriate in response.

As the night went on, you felt your heart drop more and more. Declan was obsessed with his wife. His wife was obsessed with anyone else.

You were desperate to try and make more conversation with the man but almost everyone was grabbing his attention to discuss some work matter or other.

As the countdown began, you gut wrenchingly watched as Maud and Declan kiss. You put on a smile and exchanged celebrations with those around you. Giving Lizzie a kiss on the cheek as her husband blanked her as he usually did.

"Happy New Year, chicken." Lizzie pressed on a faux smile as you did.

"Happy New Year, Lizzie."

"A little advice for your new years resolution if I may?" Lizzie whispered as she drew you closer.

"You may want to get better at hiding your admiration for Taggie's father. I know nothing hurts more than something you can't have." Lizzie's words took you back, you felt your cheeks burning red and your smile drop.

"Oh, Lizzie, I'm mortified! Please don't tell Taggie." You begged.

"Not a peep." Lizzie motioned locking her lips with a key before grabbing your hands to singing sway along with the room.

The night went on and Lizzie tried to encourage you to join in festivities. You drank more and more, being forced away whenever you tried to help Taggie wash up, and you soon found yourself needing some quiet time.

You let yourself into Declan's office, leaning against the desk, fingers gripping the underside to give you some stability when the room started to ever so slightly spin.

You closed your eyes. Inhaling a shaky breath when you heard the door creek open.

"I thought someone unwanted had decided to sneak through my things." Declan's melodic accent forced your eyes open.

"I'm wanted, am I?" You smirked slightly, through the sickness as your eyelids closed again.

Declan didn't respond. Instead he just studied you from across the room. His hands in his pockets, his stance leaning back just ever so slightly.

"You struggling there?" Declan was amused at your state.

You tried to push yourself off the desk but instead felt yourself stumble forward.

Declan's amusement quickly turned into concern as he stepped forward to catch you.

"Steady on." Declan had managed to stop you from hitting the floor, your face pressed against his chest, his strong arms engulfing you as he pulled you up towards him.

"I'm so sorry..." You mumbled as you leant away to look up at him.

His features were so strong up close. You could smell the whisky on his breath as your eyes lingered on his lips.

"Maybe we should get you some water and put you to bed."

Declan's words drew your eyes to his own. His chest seemed to go tight as he starred down into your glassy (Y/E/C) eyes.

"You can take me to bed any time you want, Mr O'Hara." Your words slurred together with your weak attempt of drunkenly flirting.

"It's Declan."

"Okay, Declan..."

That was the first time Declan had heard you say his name. Something inside him knew he wanted to hear you say it again but he fought against the thought, pulling away from you as you gained your stance.

"Let's hope you don't remember this in the morning, ay?" Declan tried to make light, convincing himself the electric feeling he had was nothing.

"Why? I finally got my chance in your arms. My dream come true."

"Yeah, you really won't want to remember this in the morning. Come on..." Declan opened the door, waiting for you to follow suite. The noise of the party echoed around you; you had almost forgot it was still going on outside.

"Have you ever thought about me?" You had no idea where this liquid confidence had stirred from.

There was a pause before he answered.

"No." He was lying. He knew he was lying. He watched the disappoint subtly encase your eyes as you pursed your lips into a thin smile.

"If I was dreaming, you would've said yes. Goodnight, Mr O'Hara."

"Goodnight, (Y/n)."

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As the weeks went on, rivals became friends. Friends became rivals. You grew closer to the O'Hara family and the moment from NYE had simply been forgotten. Or so you thought...

The dread that had filled your gut that New Years Day after you remembered the incident brewed inside of you for weeks. You had successfully avoided Declan, only seeing him in group scenarios and meetings for Venturer.

"(Y/N), I left some of my flyers on the table in the living room if you want to use them." Taggie climbed into her car, shouting over at you as she rushed off. You both had been going door to door for Venturer in different areas to cover more ground but you had run out of flyers to hand out.

"Thanks, Tag!" You rushed inside, running through the house that still held a cool air inside despite the early summer warmth outside.

"Careful!" You heard a voice proclaim as your bodies hit.

Within the blink of an eye, you had hit the floor with a body on top of you.

"Are you alright?" Declan groaned as you winced underneath his weight. The hard floor sent a wave of pain through your back but you had managed to not hit your head.

"Ow." You grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Did you hit your head?" Declan propped himself up on his arms, examining your face with a furrowed brow of worry.

"No." Was all you managed to say.

"I thought we had left bumping into each other for last year." Declan recalled on when you knocked into him last New Years Eve before the party had started.

"Clearly I'm not very good at keeping to New Year's resolutions."

Declan chuckled, pushing himself up before offering his hand.

You felt the warmth of his body leave you and the coldness of the floor pierce your bones.

You took his hand; hauling yourself to your feet.

"You sure you're okay?" Declan insisted. His hand reached out to take grip of your waist, his thumb and finger burning against your skin that had been revealed by the edge of your venturer top riding up. His other finger waved past your eyes, checking for concussion.

"I'm fine. No more running in the house with blind corners." You took a step back from the man, straightening your shirt to try and control the lingering feeling of the mans hand on you.

"Now... are we okay?" Declan rephrased,

"What do you mean?"

"(Y/N), don't play stupid. You've avoided me for almost half a year now. You won't even walk around the house without Caitlin or Taggie next to you."

You didn't think that Declan would've noticed with how busy he was with work and his life. Why would he have cared where you were or what you were doing in the house?

"I'm still living down my behaviour at New Years." You reluctantly admitted.

"What, that? Everyone says stuff they shouldn't when they've had a few too many. Doesn't mean you have to never look me in the eye again."

"What I said was completely inappropriate."

"Yes, it was. You're the same age as my daughter and I'm a married man but I'll have to admit I'm a little flattered." Declan tried his best to ease your anxiety. "I don't exactly see myself a teenage heart throb."

"I'm not a teenager." You bit back, the harshness your voice surprising you both.

"There's not much difference. You're practically a child and should be going for someone your own age." Declan quit the joking tone he had been using, taken back by your defence.

"Don't call me a child. I'm not the same age as Caitlin. I am older than Taggie and I've been with men before so I'm not playing silly little girl games over here. This isn't some school girl crush on a handsome teacher. You're right my feelings for you are inappropriate because you're a married man and I'm friends with your daughter but not because of my age. I know who I am and what I feel." A fire lit up your chest as you finally had broken out of the timidness you hated.

"You have no idea what you're talking about." Declan took a step closer to you, his stare burning into you as he lowered his voice.

"You're the one who reads people. Tell me what you see in me." You matched him, standing so close to him you could feel his breath on your face as you gritted your teeth.

The air was thick. The silence of the house engulfing you both, your breath audible and quick. You thought you could almost hear your heart thudding against your chest.

Declan was the one to break away. Storming to his office with a hard slam of the door.

How did your conversation turn so heated?

That night Declan tossed and turned, his head filled with moments of you. He rolled over and gently woke up his wife with soft strokes on her shoulder blades.

"What?" Maud hummed, rolling her head over her shoulder to Declan.

"I'm awake." Declan pressed himself against his wife.

"I can feel that." Maud looked at him through a sleepy gaze.

"Let me touch you." His fingers glided over her skin until he reached the space between her legs. Maud moaned quietly as Declan began to part her folds with his finger.

"Declan..." Maud sighed as she pressed her backside into him, feeling his member hard against her.

Declan wasted no time in entering her. He closed his eyes as his dick pressed inside his wife. And all he could see through the darkness was your eyes looking up at his. The first time he had seen you in the kitchen. The bump in the hall, the incident in his study, every time he had caught you intensely listening to one of his speeches to the group, the crash against the floor. You underneath him. The tiny bit of skin his hand had managed to caress from the bottom of your shirt.

He had never thought of you before. Not with Maud, not with his own hand and imagination and he couldn't make sense of why that night he finished almost as fast as his inexperienced teenage self had once before.

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It had been Declan's turn to avoid you from that day. He couldn't be too close to you without feeling his throat go dry, a sickening guilt and twisting conflict rising with it.

It was the evening you'd find out whether Venturer was a real contender against Corrinium.

The O'Hara house was filled with people eagerly waiting except one who had decided to leave the house for good.

The house erupted in cheers and celebrations as the phone call confirmed it for you all.

You watched through the window as Maud drove off, leaving Declan and Taggie behind.

"We did it!" Taggie squeezed you tightly before embracing her father and to your surprise, Declan had also pulled you into a tight hug. You had hoped no one picked up on the slight awkwardness that left the embrace when Declan moved onto join the others. You couldn't help but feel it.

The party went on and you tried to keep an eye on Declan without making it too obvious (like Rupert and Taggie had failed to).

When Rupert left Declan's side for another whiskey, (Taggie swiftly disappearing just after), Declan slipped away to his study. You followed.

"I'm sorry about Maud." You made your presence known as you watched him place his glass down on the desk, his back to you when he replied.

"Don't."

"Fine." You clenched your jaw, unsure of what to say next at the warning in his tone.

"What do you want from me?" Declan's voice had a hint of desperation. He turned to face you. You had seen this look before.

"I don't––"

"––No 'cause you followed me in here. You are everywhere I look. I can't even get a wink of sleep most nights without dreaming of two things. You or beating Tony fucking Baddingham. And I can't think of you because you're young enough to be my daughter and I'm a fucking hypocrite for telling Rupert to stay away from Taggie when I look at you in that dress and wonder what you would look like with it on this floor right now. I'm not doing it. I can't do this."

Declan's outburst kept your feet frozen in place. Had he really just admitted to wanting you as badly as you wanted him.

You felt your hand roll the zipper of your dress down your side, your body moved without force as you slipped the straps over your shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"Fuck..." Declan barely breathed out the word. His stare devouring every inch of your skin.

"I'm not doing this." Declan uttered again barely even audible as if only to himself before striding towards you. His fingers found your hips as he thrust you against the door.

His lips were on yours before your back found the solid wood behind you.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up towards him, trying to bring your body as close to his own as possible. You needed every gap between you gone. You wanted to feel the heat of him even on this sticky summer evening.

"What am I doing?" Declan broke away and dropped to his knees, placing a firm hand on the middle of your stomach to hold you flush against the door.

There was a deep hunger in his eyes as he lifted one of your thighs up onto his shoulder, never breaking his gaze from your face to almost check if what he was doing was allowed.

You threw your head up, trying to find the air he had stolen from you, one hand finding a grip within his dark curls as your welcome reply.

"Please." You whispered.

Declan moved your panties to the side, a finger running over your folds, sending fire against your skin before he closed his mouth around you.

You let your eyes roll back as his tongue darted across your clit. Electricity filled your body with every moment of contact.

You felt his fingers circle lightly around your entrance. Your hand jumped from his thick curls to tightly grip the back of his own that pushed against your stomach. His grip on you felt as if it were all that was holding you up.

"You want me this badly?" Declan asked with a mixture of teasing and shock. The wetness of your heat coated the tip of his fingers and glistened on the dark hairs of his moustache.

"I've imagined this so many times." You admit honestly.

"I best live up to your expectations then." Declan inserted a finger inside of you, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips, which made Declan's cock twitch inside his boxer shorts. "Shhhh"

You placed your free hand over your mouth to which Declan smiled a toothy grin at you.

"Good girl" he purred.

Declan rose to his feet as he placed another finger inside of you, thrusting them in and out of you in a painfully slow motion that only made you ache for more.

Declan turned the lock on his door with his other hand before pulling himself away from you completely.

You pouted at the lack of contact to which he tutted.

"So impatient." He uttered as he undid his belt, pulling it from its loops and then kicking his trousers down.

Your eyes fell on the large member pressed against his underwear. The tip seeping precum through the material in a dark stain.

"Go to my desk." Declan ordered.

You almost ran over, Declan caught you by the waist and lifted you up onto it. Spreading your legs with his knee.

"Are you sure you want this?" Declan stripped himself of his shirt, revealing his chest covered with dark thick hair that you reached out to touch. This didn't feel real.

"More than anything." The words were so quiet but Declan seemed to hear them as he freed himself from his underwear.

You reached behind and unclasped your bra.

"Jesus..." He took a handful of your breast, squeezing you firmly as he stroked his member.

"Declan, please." You couldn't wait any longer. The ache pained you.

Declan didn't need to be told twice.

He tore your underwear down your legs and pressed his tip slowly into you.

You bit down on your lip hard to stop yourself from making any noise.

"Holy fuck..." Declan failed at being quiet. You were so tight against him he felt he could've finished inside of you within minutes.

You reached forward and hooked a grip behind his neck, encouraging him deeper inside of you.

"Fuck me please." you pleaded, trying to move your own hips to create some friction.

Declan took the hint and began thrusting into you quickly. His fingers almost bruising your skin as he held you steady on the desk.

The rattle of the belongings on the desk seemed to echo around the room alongside the slapping of skin.

Declan lifted you up, still inside of you and gently placed you down on the floor.

He hovered above you, just like he had once before, watching your face twist in pleasure as he fucked you.

You squeezed his shoulders, your nails leaving an impression whilst he brought you closer to your climax. You pressed your hips up into his creating hot friction against your clitoris, making you throb inside.

"Declan..." You tried to let him know; still trying to whisper to stay quiet.

"Cum for me, princess." Declan smirked, his stare never faltering as he rode you through to your end. He could feel you tighten around him only encouraging him to fuck you harder and deeper.

You bit down on your hand as your climax convulsed through you. Your body shaking in between Declan and the floor.

Declan moved you both effortlessly, lying on his back with you sat on top of him.

You leant ever so slightly forward, steadying yourself with your hand stretched out against his chest.

You smiled wickedly at him as you rolled your hips.

You felt exhausted by your own finish but knew you wanted to see the older man in the same state.

"That's a good girl." Declan held onto your hips, helping you pick up your pace.

His lips parted as he watched you ride him, sweat dripping down your skin mixing with his own as his dick twitched inside of you.

"Fuck (Y/n)." Declan cursed.

You shifted your hand to his neck, Declan almost laughed, flipping you again so that he was behind you. Both of you on your knees as he held you against his chest, his hand wrapped firmly around your neck with his opposite arm securely around your middle.

The sensation was almost unbearable as his thick member pumped in and out of you at such speed.

"You think you want to be a bad girl?" Declan hissed in your ear.

You could only shake your head.

"Bad girls get punished." Declan bit hard down on your shoulder and you fought to not cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You're mine now." Declan's own proclamation brought himself to his own climax. He pulled out, spilling his seed over his own thighs to avoid finishing inside of you much to your own disappointment.

"I know you wanted that inside of you like the dirty girl you are." Declan teased you as he gave your throat one final soft squeeze.

You fell against him, both trying to catch your breath.

"Declan?" A voice and a knock came at the door.

"Shit..." The realisation of what had just happened and where it just happened hit Declan like a cricket bat to the face.

"I'll be out in a mo." Declan scrambled for his underwear and you did the same.

"Hurry up! I know that's where you're hiding the good stuff!" Bas' voice was more evident now and whilst he was definitely talking about the whiskey. The both of you couldn't help but laugh.

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Hope you're doing ok and having a great 2023 x

Thank you so much! As we are about to enter 2024 I have logged back into this account after a long long time. It's been crazy these past couple years and I hope to one day return to this page but for now I'm in my graduating year and I hope all of you have a great 2024!

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I’m sorry I know you probably get this question a lot but I must ask—will you be updating/finishing “Accidental Meeting”? I must ask because it’s so great and I’m a huge Pattinson fan, there aren’t enough fanfics about his characters on here that AREN’T Edward Cullen😅

Im not currently writing for this series at the moment I'm afraid! I just lost motivation for it :(

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Hey Chris :) I wanted to ask if you plan to make Part 4 of the Anthony and Benedict Bridgerton Series. I really love your way of storytelling and I‘m looking forward to read more of your work!

I am currently not working on this series however I know for a fact that when Bridgerton season 2 comes out next week that I will 100% be motivated to complete this story so hang tight and I'm sure a new chapter will appear soon!

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Update 19/02/2022 - Happy New Year!

I’ve had a short break over the past month but I hope all of you have been well and have had a happy start to the new year!

I’m just updating y’all to say I will be writing again very soon!!!

I have a few requests stashed away and some new character fics too!

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Are you planning on making a part 2 on wrong time , wrong place? It was really good!! You had me in tears!!

I do have an idea for a short part 2!

I also have some more Andrew Peter Parker imagines on the way!

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OMG BBY! wrong time,wrong place was absolutely amazing oml. i loved it so so much 😭♥️

Thank you so much! 

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Peter Parker/Spider-Man: No Way Home imagines - Wrong time, Wrong Place

WARNING MAJOR SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS! DO NOT READ ON IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE YET. 

AN: I mean this movie was incredible and I audibly gasped throughout most of it. I am obsessed and I cannot wait to watch it again. 

Summary: *SPOILERS* The collision of universes brings forth a lot to deal with and whilst helping Peter, MJ and Ned, you manage to fall right into the wrong arms. 

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Fem!Reader,

Word Count: 4,139

Warnings: Huge spoilers for Spider-Man: No Way Home, Set during the movie

You didn't want to leave MJ and Ned alone, not whilst Peter was also preoccupied but you knew you had to get back to your apartment to get some supplies and try to get hold of Happy. 

You weren't an optimist like Peter, you knew you needed help. 

Somehow you had managed to lose your phone on your way to Ned’s house; and by the time you arrived you were turning around to head to your apartment for the backup phone that Happy had gifted you in case of emergencies. 

“Where are you going?” Ned asked as you paused at the front door, not following the two inside. 

“Peter’s gonna need all the help he can get. There's a few things at my apartment that may do just that.” You took a step back to distance yourself from the two. 

“No.” MJ protested as she held onto the spell box tightly. “No way.”

“Peter said we should stick together until he texts us. If he finds out––” 

“––That’s why we won't tell him, Ned. I’ll be so fast you won't even notice I’m not here and then I’ll come right back.” You interrupted Ned’s nervous ramblings. “I promise.”

There was a pause from MJ as she thought. 

“You better be fast.” MJ caved despite Ned’s squeaks of protest. 

You bolted before they could say anything more. 

When you first met Peter, you never really expected to see him again, let alone turn into one of his closest friends.  

You had been under Happy’s care since the death of your parents and so Happy happened to be how you had gotten involved with Peter in the first place. 

It was by complete accident since Happy had tried to keep you away from Stark industries and all things Avengers but once you had graduated; he knew you weren't exactly a kid anymore. He could no longer control you as an adult. 

As the months passed, Peter became like a little brother to you and after years of feeling alone, it felt nice to belong. 

However... being apart of Peter’s group meant that you were also put on the map when Peter’s identity was revealed, and being famous made walking down the street in NYC very difficult. 

You kept to the back alleys to avoid the masses until you finally reached your apartment. 

You rummaged through your bedside table until you found the phone. Texting Happy with the code that meant Peter was in trouble before gathering a few things you thought you might need like your laptop, a couple of hard drives that could pretty much get you into any locked door and some sturdier shoes.

You kept to the alleyways on your way back to Ned's. You had to jump a couple of dumpsters and climb a fence or two but it was easier then dealing with the crowds that could form when somebody recognised you. 

You were only a couple blocks away when you turned a corner to see a small television glowing in a grime covered window. You could see the destruction at Happy's place on the news. The plan must've failed. 

You cursed under your breath and took off faster than before. 

You came to stop when you caught a glimpse of red and blue down the next street. 

It was Peter.

“Peter?” You called his name. Why would he be in this random alley?

The figure span around to face you.  

You decided to approach him, to investigate if it were really him. 

As you crept close enough, you realised he was much taller than your Peter. 

“Who are––” You went to question the stranger when you felt your foot clip a knocked over trash bag that sent you hurling towards him. 

Fortunately, the stranger had quick reflexes much like Peter as he saved your bag from hitting the concrete and also managed to catch you. 

You looked up at the familiar (yet unfamiliar) mask. 

He asked if you were alright. 

His voice definitely wasn’t Peters. 

Before you could respond or react, a glowing orange light drew your attention back down the alley where a portal had been opened. 

MJ and Ned appeared inside it, calling yours and Peters name. 

You pushed yourself back onto your own feet and out of this Spider-Man’s arms, before running towards them. 

The man had followed behind you, leaping through the portal. 

“Hi! Hello!” The strange Spider-Man raised his hand as he tried to calm down Ned's screaming grandma. He reached up and removed his mask to reveal a face that was definitely not your Peter Parker. 

“Who the hell are you?” MJ narrowed her eyes at the stranger. 

“I’m Peter Parker.” He confessed, looking just as confused as the rest of you.

“That’s not possible.” MJ whispered. 

“I’m Spider-Man in my world but then yesterday... I was... I was just here.”

“String theory, alternate reality, and matter displacement. All real?” The out of universe Peter let himself enter further into the room as his thoughts raced through the hundreds of theories from his world.  

“Yeah.” Your eyes met his as the word fell from your lips. His smile grew wide.

“Knew it.” He fist bumped the air as he celebrated.  

“This has to be because of the spell.” Ned leant into you and MJ as he lowered his voice; drawing your attention away from the man. 

“Spell? Like magic spell?” Peter was like a kid on Christmas. 

Ned and MJ stuttered ‘No’s and shushes as this Peter Parker questioned this world. 

“Prove it.” MJ demanded, holding her hands up as he remained wary of the strange Spider-Man. 

“Prove what?” Peter asked. 

“Prove that you’re Peter Parker.” You reiterated. 

Peter smiled at you as he patted down his suit. 

“I don’t carry an ID with me. You know kinda defeats the whole anonymous Super Hero thing...”

MJ wasn’t finding it cute as she threw a bread roll at the man. 

“Why'd you do that?” He shrugged, pressing his lips together. 

“I was trying to see if you had the tingle thing.” She kept her hands raised as she glowered at him. 

“I have the tingle thing just not for bread.” He admitted but MJ snatched up another roll. “Can you not throw the bread again?” He pleaded. “You’re a pretty mistrusting person... and I respect it.” 

Peter gave in and jumped up, attaching himself to the ceiling with one hand.

There was a moment of silence as you all watched him dangle.  

“Crawl around.” MJ wiggled her figure at the ceiling but Peter only stared back at her. 

“Crawl around?!” He couldn’t believe what he was being asked. You couldn’t help but find it amusing as the two bickered about it. 

You watched as he cleared the spider web for Ned's grandma before he jumped back to his feet. 

“We good?” He asked with his arms held out. 

“For now.” MJ nodded before turning back to the both of you. 

"So I opened the wrong portal to the wrong Peter Parker?” Ned asked. 

“Yeah, I guess we keep doing it until we open it to the real one?” MJ suggested. 

“Ouch.” Peter frowned as he listened in. 

“No offence.” MJ apologised. 

“Wait...We don't know how many Peter Parkers are out there.” You stopped Ned before he could open another portal by grabbing his wrist.

“It's the fastest way of finding our Peter right now.” MJ argued with you but even she sounded uncertain at the statement. 

Ned tried opening another portal but the man who was revealed didn't seem to be a Spider-Man at all. 

“You’re Peter?” You questioned him as he waved at you all. 

“Yeah.” He replied, introducing himself as the name you had expected. “Peter Parker.” 

The older man confessed to recognising you, MJ and Ned from the media but he immediately became defensive at the sight of the other Peter. 

After settling down, he began to explain how he’s been trying to find your Peter and how he wants to help.

You admit you were taken back by the whole 3 Peter Parkers thing but after half the population disappearing for 5 years, you figured you'd rather have 3 Spider-Mans than none at all.

You had found Peter after realising where he would be hiding. 

MJ had explained who May was to the new Peters whilst you had tried to get hold of Happy to check if he was okay. He wasn't picking up. 

On the roof, you all tried to comfort Peter and the other Peters explained their pasts; who they had lost, what they'd done and how it changed them. 

They didn't want it to change Peter for the worst like it had them. 

You felt your heart ache as you listened to their stories. 

Peter knew they were right... That he couldn't give up like he wanted to. 

That’s when the plan came about. 

The plan to cure each person of their ailment before sending them back to their own universes. To try and stop as much death as possible. 

As you entered the lab, you couldn’t help but watch the Peter you had first met in the alley. 

He was tall, older than your Peter, a small shadow covered his cheeks and chin, and he had a smile that seemed to light up his whole face.

You all had broke away to work on your own projects but you couldn't seem to ignore the pull he seemed to have on you. For some reason, you just had to be close to him. 

“Alleyway Peter has not stopped starring at you this whole time.” Ned whispered as he squeezed past you to ‘get something’ by your table. 

You just rolled your eyes at the boy. 

When Ned walked away, you tried to casually glance over in Peters direction but he had already been looking your way as he fiddled with the canister in his hands. 

You snapped your head back, repressing a smile. 

What were you doing?!

This was Peter! Just another Peter! An older and very attractive Peter but still a Peter!

“Do you mind?” Suddenly, the man was behind you, reaching over your shoulder to grab the measuring jug from your hand. “You need to add just a tad more.” 

He tipped the formula, his fingers just touching yours as you held onto the glass. Your mind seemed to go blank and a million miles an hour all at once as you realised just how close he was to you. You could feel the warmth from his body send goosebumps up your arms. 

“That should do it.” He took a half step back to allow some space as he placed the jug down. 

“Thanks.” You barely breathed out the word as the solution fizzed in front of you. 

“So how do you know Peter?” He asked you as he leant against the countertop,  passing you the canister to pour the cure into. 

“Do you not have a me in your universe?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“No.” Peter shook his head with a slight smirk. “No one like you.” 

You suddenly felt very seen as he held eye contact with you. 

“I met Peter through Happy. He was assigned to Peter for security purposes and I just happened to fall into it all.”

“You make it a habit then? Falling into Peters?” Peter teased you about earlier. 

You laughed as you looked back down at your cure in hope he wouldn't catch your slight embarrassment. 

“And here I thought I was special.”  Peter feigned a sigh which only made you laugh again. 

“Here.” You passed him the cure as you fastened it. “All done.” 

Peter took it from you and thanked you. You watched him take it over to the front table where the remaining cures sat.

Ned had sat and watched the whole interaction with a beaming smile. 

You ignored the looks Ned and MJ had given you as you opened your laptop. The other two Peters seemed to be too in their own worlds to have noticed the encounter.  

You decided to start the next phase of the plan. How do we get all the bad guys in the same place and away from the box long enough to cure them all.

Peter couldn't help but watch as MJ and this worlds Peter sat together. The familiar dull ache returned to his chest as memories of Gwen surfaced. He liked to think that there was a Gwen in this universe that was thriving since she had never gotten involved with a Peter Parker.

The oldest Peter of the three had noticed the look of longing.

“You have someone?” He pulled Peter from his thoughts as he spoke up.

“No.”  Peter shook his head feverishly as he huffed. “Got no time for Peter Parker stuff. Do you?” 

“Um...That’s a little complicated.”

“No, I understand. I guess it’s just not in the cards for guys like us.”

“Well, I wouldn't give up. Took a while but we made it work. Me and MJ. My MJ... Uh, it gets a little confusing.” 

The men chuckled quietly at the unusual circumstance they were in. 

Peter let his eyes drift towards you once more.  

“You might want to try somebody in your own universe though.” The older Peter kept his voice low so you didn't hear. 

“W-what?” Peter laughed awkwardly as he felt a red creep up his neck. “I have no idea what you're––I-I, uh...” He hung his head low still muttering inaudibly as the older Peter smirked. 

Fortunately, Ned calling Peters name saved him from any further conversation about it. 

You had managed to figure out a place to go and how to get the targets there.

Ned portalled you all to the Statue of Liberty so that you could set up before your Peter made his announcement on the Daily Bugle. 

“Are you going somewhere safe when they arrive?” Peter asked you as he helped you place the cures somewhere safe. 

You looked down at the older Peter and your Peter before answering.

“Peter will probably try to get me somewhere else. He'll probably convince me that I need to be with MJ and Ned so that I can protect them but in reality, I’d want to be here.” You openly confessed. You didn't know why you had told him all of that. It just felt so easy with him. 

“It's going to be dangerous. You saw what these guys can do. Unless you have some secret super powers you've been hiding this entire time?” Peter couldn't help but ask. He was only partly serious but he knew it would make you smile.  

“No. Unfortunately not.” You did smile. “I’ve been trained in pretty much everything since I was young. My dad was in the bodyguard/security business with Happy and after he died, I only trained that much harder but Happy never let me anywhere near actual danger unless it found us first.” You admitted. “But you're right. I have seen what these guys can do and as much as I hate to admit it, I don't think I’ll be much help against them.”

“Are you kidding?! You’ve been a huge help! You managed to create cures which will help us and them a heck of a lot more than any super powers would.” Peter couldn't believe you didn't think you were helping. He hated seeing you look so defeated. 

“Thanks.” You glanced up at him. “I know I just gotta keep MJ and Ned safe. They're all he has left. And they’re all I have left so...”

“Do you not have someone special in your life? Away from all this?” Peter fiddled with his mask as he asked that question.

“No... No...” You almost laughed at the idea. “The only times I’ve wanted someone they never seem to want me back.”

“How are you so sure they don’t?” Peter met your eyes once again. You felt your heart flip and you almost forgot where you were until your Peter called up to you both. 

“Hey guys! Come down! It's done!” Your Peter had ended the call to the Daily Bugle and therefore the plan was in full swing. 

Peter cleared his throat as he checked the cure was secure before offering his hand to you. 

“May I?” Peter motioned down to where the others were. 

You took his hand and he pulled you into his chest. 

“Hold on tight.” He whispered before dropping down to the others, using his web to swing into a steady land. 

You kept your hold on Peter until he was firmly back on the platform. Your head buried into his chest for the fear of the heights whilst swinging. 

“You okay?” Peter asked he looked down at you with an amusement. 

“Still hate that.” You grumbled as you pulled away from him, trying your best to slow your heart down.

“(Y/n), stick with Ned and MJ.” Your Peter stepped forward as he recapped the plan. You looked over at the other Peter with an ‘I told you so’ written across your face which caused one of his smiles to tease on his lips. 

As the opposition started to arrive, you rushed to MJ and Ned. 

Ned had created a portal to safety so you can hide the box away from them all but once inside, he suddenly realised he couldn't close said portal. 

The three of you tried figuring it out as the Peters tried their best to fight their opponents but things seemed to be failing on all fronts. 

You had been silently praying it wasn't going to get worse when the giant lizard known as Doctor Connors appeared on the platform, charging straight for the portal opening.

“Time to go!” You yanked MJ and Ned back, urging them to run as the Lizard chased after the box. 

Your Peter managed to reach you all in time to give you a chance to escape back out onto the statue. 

You felt your feet slip as Ned portalled water in to stop Connors. 

You screamed as you fell from the platform, managing to get a grip on the wooden planks. MJ tried to reach down to you but you knew she'd never be able to lift you. 

You searched around, looking for something to help you back up. To your right was a pole, you wrapped your legs around it and let yourself slide down. Hissing as your hands took the worst of it on the rough metal. 

You felt someone swing by and grab you. 

Peter set you down on a platform and took hold of your cheeks in his hands. His mask was off but even if it were on, you didn't need to see his face to realise who it was. 

“You okay?” He asked, searching your face for the answer. Desperate to know if you had been hurt by Connors or the fall.

“My hands.” You held them out, your fingers shaking and palms covered in blood from the fast drop. 

“I’m sorry.” He tenderly took hold of your wrists to steady them. 

“Not your fault.” You reached down to your t-shirt to rip off some of the material to wrap them. Peter saw you struggling and helped, tearing it carefully before wrapping them. He knew the fight wasn't quite over yet and that he couldn't stay with you even though he wanted to.

You knew it too. 

You thanked him before sending him back to the others.

Osborne arrived last but definitely not least as he arrived with a bang.

You latched onto the scaffolding as the entire structure shook from the impact of the bomb and falling shield. 

You felt your heart stop at the sight of MJ plummeting from her platform.

“MJ!” You screamed her name as your Peter dived after her. 

Osborne made a point of taking him out with his hover board just as he was about to grab her. 

It was Peter 3 that managed to catch her. Them both landing on the ground safely but shaken. 

You took to the ladders, climbing down them as fast as you could as the structure crumbled. 

Your hands seared in pain and as if just in time Peter returned. 

“Didn't think I'd forget you, right?” Peter joked but you could recognise the faint panic behind his eyes from what he just went through.

You buried yourself into his side and wrapped your arms around his middle like before. You felt his arm snake around you securely before he lifted you to safety. 

You couldn't do anything but watch as the Peters defeated Osborne whilst Strange tried to hold the fabrics of the universe together. 

When your universes Peter returned to Strange, you knew you’d only have a matter of time to say goodbye. 

“Peter!” You called his name as you made your way down to them and both Peters turned to you. 

“Go. It’s alright. I can stand for a moment.” The older Peter encouraged the other to go after you. 

“You alright?” Peter asked you as he jogged over. 

“Strange- He- Peter- there’s–”  You couldn’t seem to get the words out as you gestured up to Strange and your Peter.

“There's not much time, I know.” Peter understood what you were trying to say. 

“This isn’t fair.” Peter felt his heart break at the quiet words. You tried to fight back tears as you smiled. 

“I know.” He replied, pulling you in for a hug. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you up and into him. 

“You know, I’ll never forget you, (Y/n).” Peter whispered by your ear. “Maybe in a different universe this works out in our favour.” 

“Lucky them.” You pull back so you can look at the man’s face. 

“Lucky them.” He agreed. 

He moved his hand behind your neck and brought you forward kissing you. 

You gasped into the unexpected kiss, freezing for a millisecond then melting into him. 

“Is this weird or?” Ned asked MJ as they witnessed the kiss between you both. 

You broke apart, quickly wiping a tear that managed to escape down your cheek. 

“Goodbye (Y/n)(Y/l/n).” Peter’s thumb rubbed against your cheek as he sent you one last smile. 

“Bye Peter Parker.” You then turned towards the oldest Peter in fear that if you didn't look away, you wouldn't be able to leave. “Bye Peter Parker.” 

And then you let yourself run back to MJ and Ned. 

Your Peter joined the group and all of you immediately hugged him. 

He checked if you were all okay which you all were. Just a few scrapes and bruises. Nothing serious. 

“You're gonna forget who I am.” Peter suddenly dropped the statement on the three of you. 

“What?” You were confused. What did he mean by you were going to forget him?

“Yeah, Peter... What are you talking about?” MJ looked towards her boyfriend with a similar confusion and concern. 

“It’s okay I'm gonna come and find you and I’ll explain everything. I’m gonna make you remember me and it’ll be like this never happened.” Peter assured you all. 

“Okay but what if that doesn't work? What if that doesn't work. W-w-what if we can't remember you? I don't want to do that. I don’t wanna... I don't wanna do that. Is there not something we can do? Come up with a plan or something? There's always something we can do.” MJ’s words spilled out as she began to panic. 

You looked up at Strange and it all clicked in your head. 

“There's nothing we can do.” Peter shook his head as his eyes began to water. “But it’ll be okay.”

“Promise?” Ned needed Peter to promise. He needed to know he wasn't about to lose his best friend forever. 

“I promise.” Peter and Ned did their handshake one last time before Peter pulled him in for a hug. 

“Look after them until I come back?” Peter faced you and all you could was nod as you didn't trust your voice not to break if you spoke. “Thank you, (Y/n).”

You hugged him as he assured you he’d come find you.

“You better.” MJ warned him, “If not I’m just gonna figure it out. I’ve done it before I can do it again.”

You linked your arm with Ned's as you encouraged him back to give them some space. 

Ned leant into you as he too began to crumble. 

You stared down at the other Peters. You didn't think you were going to have to lose them all today. 

And like that. 

Peter Parker was an unfamiliar name and an unfamiliar face. 

And that day... That day would only visit you in dreams...

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gentle reminder

if you are a creator and you didn’t or couldn’t create today, it’s okay - i hope your spark can come back soon; please try your best to not be so hard on yourself

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I've been following you for so long I'd forgotten what fandon I originally followed you for. And I've only just realised what it was. Seems like such a long time ago in my life I was reading those fics. Sorry if that sounded odd it was just a huge realisation I had and gave me such good memories and made me think how I've changed since then💞

Thank you so much for sticking around so long!!! I really appreciate the support and I’m glad I’ve been apart of your journey! 

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Hi! I hate to be a bother but I was wondering if your planning on posting a part 3 to the Hostage story?

You're not a bother at all!! Don't worry!

I am planning to write a part three, I currently have it sat in my drafts but it's not quite finished yet.

I have been quite busy in my life outside Tumblr but I should be posting a new part over the next few weeks when things calm down for me!

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What the hell Mobius as a professor is such a good idea. He really has that professor sort of vibe idk why I've never thought of it

I'm glad you enjoyed the concept!

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Hi love! I was just wondering if you are going to continue the bridergton story? It’s so good!

As much as I love Bridgerton and I had some great plan for the series I am going to keep it on hold for now. I may come back to it in the future but just for now there won't be any new parts but it could change in the future.

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Mobius M Mobius x reader - Deja Vu

AN: Been stuck in my head since episode 4 but only managed to write it down. It’s not the best I’ve written but I just wanted to get something out there for you guys! 

Summary: At the TVA, you and Mobius have always had a connection and you believed that your feelings were so strong that you even dreamt of him at night but what if those dreams weren't actually dreams... But memories... 

Pairing(s): Mobius M Mobius x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,964

Warnings: Loki Spoilers for Episode 4/5, Smut, unprotected sex, Angst, a little Fluff, Professor!Mobius, praise kink

A tired smiled stretched across your lips as you saw the older gentleman start to saunter across the dining hall. 

“Good morning.” Mobius greeted you as he sat himself down at your table. “Sleep well?” He asked, his eyes never leaving you as he raised his coffee up to his lips. 

“Better than you, I’d say.” You knew Mobius had been on call the previous night in case the Loki variant attacked once again.

“It was a quiet night actually.” Mobius shrugged as he sank back in his chair. “Managed to get my crossword finished.”

“So you found that 4 letter word for passion?” You let yourself smirk slightly as you teased the man. 

“Zeal... Don’t know why it took me so long to figure out.” Mobius confessed before letting out a large yawn. 

You pressed your lips into a thin line as you watched the older gentleman stretch back against his chair, the weariness unable to hide within his features. 

“You know, Renslayer has other analysts. She doesn’t need to use you all the time.” You muttered as you tried to hide your sympathy towards the man.  

“Ravonna may have a few analysts on the side but she doesn’t have another analyst better than I am.” Mobius tried using humour to defend Renslayers actions but you weren't swayed by his usual charm. 

“No, you’re just never satisfied until the job is done which makes you think you’re the best.” You shook your head at him.

“You would know.” Mobius winked at you, sending a warmth to your cheeks. 

You and Mobius had been seeing each other on the low for a short while now. It had taken some time for you two to actually get to this point; before it had just been sneaky glances, occasional flirting (mostly from Mobius) and general nerves around each other but now you were in the midst of a pretty serious relationship. 

It was against the rules of working at the TVA for any kind of romantic/sexual relationships as they could lead to nexus events if you weren’t too careful but you and Mobius never really cared much for that rule once meeting each other. 

You watched Mobius lift the coffee mug back to his lips to hide his smile as one of your coworkers walked past the table; nodding in greeting at the both of you. 

That’s when the dream from last night started to unfog itself... A flash of Mobius drinking a coffee in what looked like a classroom. 

“You okay?” Mobius asked when he noticed your features furrow as you zoned out.

“Yeah, just suddenly remembered my dream from last night.” You looked back up at him.

“Anything interesting?” Mobius cocked his eyebrow at you with a subtle smile across his lips. 

“If you come to my office later I’ll tell you about it.” You lowered your voice down to a whisper in fear someone else could hear you.  

“Guess I better get to work then... I’ll see you on my lunch break.” Mobius grinned brightly as he pushed himself out of his chair. 

You watched Mobius leave the hall before you finally went to your own office for the day. 

Throughout the morning, you tried your best to focus on your paperwork but when you had dreams as vivid as the one you had last night you usually became pretty distracted. 

You lightly tapped your pen against your desk as you began to replay the dream in your head. 

You watched the older man sit back against his desk as he faced the class.

“And now we know it was Fitzgerald’s zeal and determination to write something new—something extraordinary and beautiful and simple and intricately patterned that lead to the creation of the Great Gatsby.” 

A sudden eruption of cheering from a nearby window signalled the end of the day and the start of the weekend (which was the Friday night baseball game) as the band started to play just outside the building. 

The windows were open, allowing the disruption and the warm early summer air to sneak into the lecture hall. 

“Alright, get lost.” Your professor pulled his hand from his pant pocket and waved you all towards the door. “I know you all wanna support our boys out there tonight. Have fun this weekend, stay safe, just don’t show up to my class hungover on Monday morning again... Aaron...” 

A large group of boys all laughed and shoved one another as they made their way to the doors. 

It was a home game for the baseball that night so the campus was humming with excitement. 

But you didn’t care much for sports. 

“Not rushing off to one of the pregame tailgate parties?” Mobius stepped towards you as you slowly packed up your books. 

“I think a cold shower is what’s calling my name right now.” You confessed as you zipped up your bag. 

“And here I thought you were sticking around for me.” Mobius cocked his head at you with a mischievous glint. 

“You know I can’t with this many people still in the building.” You felt a heat creep up your neck as you tried not to look up at the man. You knew one look would be enough to persuade you to stay. 

“Everyone’s heading off for the game tonight. Classes are over for the week and no one is inside with this heat at the moment. Who says we can’t have a little extra study time?” Mobius gestured back to the still open door where you could see an empty hall. 

“Well I could use some help with the most recent assignment.” You gnawed on your lip, lifting your gaze to meet his as you finally gave in. 

“Well, we better get started right away then.” Mobius hurried over to the door to lock it before returning to you. 

You reached up and wrapped your arms around the back of the man’s neck. 

“I like this look on you.” You silently thanked the current heatwave for Mobius’ outfit that day. He had removed his blazer to reveal a tight white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow. His top button was undone with his tie just a fraction looser then usual. 

“Well today was just a bit too hot for wool.” Mobius referred back to his blazer which was slung across the back of his chair. 

You smiled back at the older man before finally kissing him. 

You often watched him during his lessons and all you could think about was the fact he was yours and no one else had any clue. You knew it was such a cliche, the student and the professor, but damn... it was worth it.

Mobius pulled back from the kiss with a jovial hum on his lips. His hands held each side of your jaw, his thumbs resting just below your cheeks as he looked down at you. 

“It’s been a long day.” Mobius sighed as he slowly started moving you both towards his desk. 

You trusted him in guiding you backwards as you stared back up at him with a lazy smile. 

“You say that every day.” You relayed. 

“Well that’s because it’s true everyday.” Mobius let his hands drop down to your hips as you felt yourself hit the edge of his desk. 

You watched a hint of devilry flash through Mobius’ eyes as he lifted you up onto the desk so you were sitting in front of him. 

“I like this dress on you.” Mobius took the hem of your dress in between his fingers; the back of his hand gently brushing against your exposed skin sent an ache to your core.

“It’s-- uh-- it’s the only thing I can wear in this heat at the moment.” Your words were barely above a mumble as you tried your best to form a sentence; Mobius letting his hands wrap around your bare thighs had completely scrambled your mind. 

“If you want to feel more comfortable, you could always take it?” Mobius knew exactly what he was doing as he leant in towards your ear. 

You couldn’t take the teasing...You pulled him back into a kiss, sinking your fingers into his shirt to bring him as close to you as possible. 

Mobius instantly moved between your open legs, deepening the kiss between you. 

“Mobius...” You exhaled a shaky breath as his tongue began to travel down your neck. He didn’t waste any time as his hand found its way under your skirt and met your panties.

You couldn’t help but push against him, desperate for him to touch you, but Mobius only chuckled at your attempt to create some friction. 

“Not so fast, pussycat.” Mobius withdrew his hands and placed them on his hips as he stepped back just to aggravate you. 

“Mobius, please...” You were certain your face was flushed with desire. The man had barely touched you and you were already soaking wet. 

“Okay fine... But only cause you asked nicely.” Mobius smirked, fully aware of the affect he had on you. 

He dropped to his knee and pulled your panties from out underneath you; you lifted your hips to help him. 

“Alright...” Mobius tucked your panties into his pocket, “Stay quiet, we don’t need a nosey Nancy interrupting now, do we?” Mobius was nearing your core but his stare held onto yours.

You shook your head, eagerly waiting for him to––––

*Knock Knock Knock*

Your eyes snapped up from your paperwork to the door where you realised you had done absolutely nothing for the past fifteen minutes. 

The knock came again.

“Come in!” You cleared your throat before you spoke. 

“Hey (Y/n), I’m having some issues again with these new papers.” B-15 entered with a defeated look on her face. 

“It’s okay.” You put on a smile as if you hadn't just been replaying your naughty dream about Mobius and your fictional relationship with him inside your head. 

You encouraged her over, briefly explaining the answer to her question; something to do with filling in the new assignment briefs and then she went on her way again. 

The rest of your morning dragged and you couldn’t wait for lunch to see Mobius again. 

You had to stop yourself from jumping from your chair when you heard the latch of the door go. 

Mobius was probably the only TVA employee that didn’t knock before entering your office. 

“I’ll never understand why you have a whole office and I get a a tiny cubicle.” Mobius had been in your office a handful of times before and mostly on business but he’d never visited on a lunch break. 

“It’s cause you're an analyst and field agent and I sit here and do the paperwork you forget to fill in.” Your eyes dropped to Mobius’ hands where he held lunch for you both. 

“And that’s the reason I still have a job so thank you.” He chided playfully as he sat on the other side of your desk in one of the plain wooden chairs. 

“You better not brag about that either, people will start to think I give you special treatment.” You took the box of salad from Mobius with a wink. 

“But you do give me special treatment.” Mobius proclaimed. 

“And Renslayer wouldn’t be very happy about it if she found out.” 

“That’s true.” Mobius opened the plastic lid off his tub with a pop. “Anyway, I thought you were going to tell me about this dream you had last night.” 

“I had another dream where you were a college professor again.” You had told Mobius about these dreams before but you failed to mention it was more often than not that he appeared as your ‘college professor’.

“All these cases must really be getting to your head to bring forward that fantasy again.” Mobius couldn’t help but find it amusing. “Did you steal another playboy from Sandy again?”

You pulled a face at his teasing. 

“Well if you don’t want to hear about it then I don’t want to have lunch with you anymore.” You pouted, only partly serious.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n) but you know how I feel about it. These dreams they just so crazy to me. Can you really imagine me as a college professor?” Mobius gestured down at himself with his free hand. 

“I don’t have to imagine when I’ve seen it.” You tapped your temple which only forced Mobius to roll his eyes. “Anyway, in this dream, you asked me to stay after class.” 

Mobius’ eyes darkened at your change of tone. 

“Yeah? And then what?” Mobius leant towards you, the start of a smirk tugging on one corner of his mouth. 

You placed your lunch down and rounded your desk, pushing yourself up onto it like you had been sat in your dream.

“And then you took me to your desk and looked over my notes and gave me some extra credit work.” You parted your legs, your brown skirt stretching against your thighs. 

Mobius’ lips parted as his eyes flickered down to your legs.  

“And were you a good student?” Mobius rose to his feet, tucking in the front of his shirt out of habit. 

“The best.” You whispered, reaching out and taking hold of his tie to pull him towards you. 

Mobius moved quick to close the gap, kissing you as he stepped in-between your legs. 

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled against your hot skin as he began to kiss down your jaw. 

You had to withhold a moan as he nipped gently against your skin. 

You dropped your hands to his belt and began to unbuckle him. 

“Not so fast, pussycat.” Mobius teased you and the parallel to your dream took you back for a second. 

Mobius didn’t take any notice of your shock as he pushed your skirt up your legs and up underneath your ass for easier access. 

“Be a good girl and help daddy.” Mobius hooked his fingers under your panties and you lifted your hips to help him remove them. 

“You’re already ready for me, aren't you?” Mobius slowly ran a finger in-between your folds causing you to gasp. 

“Shhhhh.” Mobius hushed you as he began to circle your clit with his thumb. “Don’t want to get caught in such a compromising position, do we?”

“Mobius...” You groaned his name quietly. 

Mobius took that moment to slip his finger inside of you. 

Your nails dug into the mans shoulders as you rolled your hips against his hand. 

“So impatient.” Mobius tutted.

“Please...” You begged. You had been yearning for this all morning.

Mobius knew he was short on time so listened to your request by tugging down his slacks slightly to free himself. 

He stroked himself a couple times before lining up with your entrance. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet?” Mobius asked, his hot breath tickling your cheeks. 

You nodded your head. 

“Good girl.” Mobius purred before pressing himself inside of you. 

You had to bite down on your lip as he slowly filled you. 

“You okay?” Mobius asked once he had filled you completely, taking a moment to allow you to adjust to his size. 

“Yeah.” You assured him. 

With that, Mobius didn’t hesitate to pick up his pace. 

Your desk quickly began to rock below you both but fortunately was steady enough to take it as Mobius held you flush against him. 

“God...” Mobius exhaled sharply as you moved your hips back against him. 

“Mobius.” You whimpered as Mobius’ hand shot up to your neck and held onto you. His thumb under your chin as a reminder to remain quiet. 

Mobius knew he had to be quick and you were sure how long you were going to last after being so hot and bothered all day. 

Mobius would usually take his time but his sloppy, rough pace was quickly bringing you towards your climax. 

Mobius pulled out for a second to spin you around, pushing you down against your desk as he pushed himself back inside of you from behind. 

You bit down on your fingers to muffle any moans that managed to slip from your mouth. 

“God, this is insane.” Mobius couldn’t quiet believe he was fucking you on your desk with the door unlocked in the middle of a work day where anyone could walk in. 

Mobius quietly started to mutter under his breath as his own climax itched towards the end.

“You’re my good girl.” Mobius deepened his thrust as you felt your walls tightening around him. 

You were soon coming undone around him which brought on his own finish.

He pulled out, spilling his seed down your leg, but quickly cleaning you up with a box of tissues from your shelf in case anyone decided to walk in at that moment. 

“Better than a dream?” Mobius smiled as he watched you readjust your clothes and hair. 

“Better than a dream.” You couldn’t help but laugh. 

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As the days went on; Mobius became very busy with his new Loki Variant. 

The hostile variant had started attacking more often and Mobius thought the new Loki variant could help but all he seemed to have done was create more hassle for the man. 

“Hey stranger.” You greeted Mobius as he sat down in the dining hall opposite you. “You look a little stressed.” It was the first time you had seen him properly in a couple days.

“This Loki has got to be the most irritating variant I’ve encountered in a long time.” Mobius cracked open his soda and took a long swig from the can. 

“You really think he can help because if not you could always just––” You gestured poking the variant with an imaginary (what you liked to call a) ‘be-gone stick’. 

“If I look past the arrogance, I admit he might actually be useful.” Mobius sighed with a look of frustration darkening his features. 

“Speak of the devil...” You excused yourself as you watched the variant enter the hall. You tended to not like to interact with the variants - something didn’t quite sit right with you when you thought about them too hard. 

“No, no – Don’t leave...” Mobius tried to stop you but you were already walking away, mouthing a ‘sorry’. 

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“You got them? You actually got them back?” You rushed to Mobius’ side as he made his way to Renslayer’s office. 

The Loki variant and the hostile Loki variant had escaped together but news travelled to you fast when Mobius and the TVA had caught them again due to a nexus event.

“Yeah.” Mobius had a storm of thoughts behind his eyes. 

“What’s going on? What has he said to you?” You knew Mobius had just been in the interrogation room with the male Loki variant. 

“It’s nothing.” Mobius waved it off as he continued to stride forward. You took hold of his wrist and forced him to stop. 

“Mobius. Tell me.” You demanded. 

“It’s just something the variant said.” Mobius gave in, placing his hands on his hips, looking down the hallway to see if anyone was around. “He said that we are all variants. That the TVA was lying to us.” 

“And you believe him?” You rose your eyebrows at the older man. 

Mobius scoffed, hesitating to answer. “No...No... I don’t know.”

“Is that why you’re running off to Renslayer, right now?” 

Mobius didn’t verbally answer but the clench of his jaw as he looked away from you did. 

“Mobius, these variants will say anything to stop themselves from getting pruned.” You tried to calm him but the way he fidgeted proved he wasn't going to be convinced without some sort of proof. 

“I know that.” He grumbled. “I just gotta see why Ravonna won’t let me see the other variant, that’s all.” Mobius excused himself from you without looking back.

You knew he was lying. 

The bombshell of the variant’s statement didn’t hit you until you returned to your office. 

The more you thought about the theory, the more it made sense. You hadn’t any memories before the TVA, you could’t remember a childhood or anything beyond working there.

All those dreams finally began to make sense. Why they seemed so real - so vivid - it was now understandable how you and Mobius could start a relationship within the TVA and it not create a nexus event... You were always together - had always been together and therefore nothing was changing by you being together now...

The thoughts and theories ran through your brain until you felt your chest tighten and the panic rise. 

You pushed the paperwork from your desk as the TVA logo starred up at you.

Had the TVA taken you from your life? A real life you had with Mobius? 

Images flooded your brain from dreams that you had over the past few months or how ever long it had been since they started. 

Mobius lying in bed with you - you softly stroking his face as he slept. 

The first time you met at the college - the way his eyes never left you as you walked past him to get to one of your first classes. The way you smiled shyly at him as your stomach flipped. 

The look on his face when he realised you would be one of his students. 

The hidden romance - the secret getaways - the sneaky touches - the dreams of you in a real house with him and....

Mobius suddenly burst through your door. 

It took him a second to register the mess surrounding your office before he spoke once again. 

“I don’t think Loki is lying.” Mobius exclaimed, holding up a temp pad. “Looks like you’ve figured that out too.” He pointed at the mess. 

You were unsure of what to say exactly. 

“Come on, we gotta get Loki and get out of here.” Mobius held out his hand and you took it without a second thought, following him out of your office and back to Loki’s cell. 

“Wait here.” Mobius kissed you lightly after he opened the gateway to reach Loki. 

“But–” You tried to protest. 

“Please.” Mobius cut you short. 

“Okay fine...”You did as you were told but it didn’t take long for Renslayer to realise her temp pad was missing and then show up in front of you. 

“Where is he?” She questioned as she walked towards you. 

“Who?” You froze, unable to go anywhere with the amount of armed guards she had brought along with her. 

“Don’t play stupid, (Y/n).” Renslayer narrowed her eyes at you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about––” The time cell door opening cut you short. 

Mobius and Loki stepped in line with you as they hopped out of it. 

“I think you have something of mine.” Renslayer’s hard stare left you and locked onto Mobius. 

“Yeah, I got all the way down there before I even realized I picked up yours.” Mobius pulled the temp pad out of his pocket, trying to play it of but it wasn’t working. “What's going on?” Mobius handed over the pad. “What's the problem, Ravonna?”

Renslayer didn’t respond. 

“You know where I'd go if I could go anywhere? Wherever it is I'm really from. Yeah, wherever I had a life before the TVA came along. Maybe I was a college professor with an illicit affair with a student who I loved - possibly even the girl I love now. And maybe I had a jet ski. That's what I'd like to do. Just riding around on my jet ski...” 

“Prune him.” Renslayer commanded. 

And it was too late before you could attempt to stop it. 

Mobius had been pruned in front of your eyes. 

You were next. 

AN: Did you guys want a part 2? And what do you think about Professor Mobius? ;) 

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A Quiet Place 2/Emmett imagines - Don’t be a Coward

AN: This had been going through my head for majority of the movie...

Summary: *SPOILERS* Lee and Evelyn took you under their wing when the world went to hell. They treated you like a second daughter and so when Regan runs off, you demand for Emmett to help you find her. 

Pairing(s): Emmett x Fem!Reader, 

Word Count: 1,974 (Just something hot and short)

Warnings: *Spoilers for A Quiet Place Part 2*, Age gap relationship, Young adult reader (around 19/20), Smut, unprotected sex, angst

Having to leave the farm was terrifying but with being one of the eldest and the only other adult in the group meant you couldn’t show just how scared you truly were. 

Losing Lee had hurt almost as much as when you lost your own parents. You were very fortunate that the Abbot family had taken you in on that scarring day, not many people would’ve done that for you. 

Living in a small town meant that everyone knew everyone; your parents had never been the most social but they tried. You were thankful your father had befriended Lee, he couldn’t have picked someone braver and more caring to look after you. 

But now Lee was gone. 

Lee was gone and it was now up to you and Evelyn to find help. 

You had decided to go up hill in search of other people. 

But when you had finally reached your destination, you hadn’t expected to see a familiar face. You weren’t sure why you were expecting a stranger in a town where everyone knew each other but you hadn’t even imagined you’d see Emmett. 

Emmett was mostly an old friend of Lee’s but he had been your father’s friend too. 

When you first realised it was him, you felt a sympathy for him, he had lost his two boys and his wife but then he suddenly refused to offer refuge to you and the Abbots. That swiftly changed your mind.

You tried fighting against him but he was a stubborn man. Some things never change, you figured. 

Emmett was an attractive man still, just now with a salt and pepper beard and longer hair. There was something about his eyes that hinted to why he refused any aid. There was a fear. Something dark and painful behind them. 

It made you curious to find out what. 

You spent the rest of the evening trying to comfort Marcus so that he would get some rest and then you spent the remainder of it beside Evelyn and the baby. 

As the night passed, you didn’t manage much sleep before you were awoken to a frantic Evelyn and Marcus. 

“She’s gone!” You saw the panic flash across Evelyn’s face when she read the note that Marcus had given her. 

“Where did she go?” You turned to Marcus, jumping up from your seat.

“The sea. She said that the song was a sign to go to the sea.” Marcus snivelled, looking almost as worried as his mother for his sister. 

You turned back to see Evelyn begging for Emmett to go after her. 

Emmett refused. 

“I’ll go get her and bring her back. She’ll listen to me.” You whispered, trying to offer help but Evelyn didn’t like that idea one bit. 

“No. Absolutely not. I’m not letting both my girls out there alone.” 

“What if she’s already in trouble? The longer we argue about this, the further away she gets.” You snatched up your pack and one of the two leftover guns. Evelyn wasn’t fast enough to stop you from climbing the ladder but soon you were out of the hole and above the surface again. 

You only made it a few feet before you felt a large hand wrap around your upper arm. 

You spun around with a look sharp enough to kill. 

Emmett must've followed you after seeing Evelyn try to stop you. He silently pointed back to the hatch but you just shook your head.

You tried your hardest not to make a sound as Emmett began forcefully dragging you towards an old controls room. You planted your feet which only forced Emmett to snap around, making the decision to throw you over his shoulder. 

You pinched him hard to get him to put you down. He bit down on his cheek to stop himself making a noise as he threw you down onto your feet in the dark and dusty room. 

“You can’t just walk out there with one tiny gun and no map.” Emmett whispered just barely audible after he closed the door. 

The only light in the room was a small old window that was now partially covered from overgrowth foliage. The light cast shadows across the older man’s face, highlighting his strong features and intense eyes. 

“Why not? You weren’t exactly jumping at the opportunity.” You whispered back, folding your arms across your chest. 

The older man chose not to respond.  

“Why won’t you help us? What happened to you?” You asked after a prolonged silence. You were furious with the man. Your father had known him and he had been Lee’s closest friend, why would he refuse to help his best friend’s family?!

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.” Emmett kept his frown firm on his face 

“What happened to the man my father once knew?! That Lee once knew?” 

“This world changed him, like it has everyone else, like it has you.” You were taken back by his statement. He barely even knew you. 

“It didn’t change me. I just grew up.” 

“I can see that.” You watched the man’s eyes drop down your form before returning to your face. You felt a fire erupt in your stomach but forcefully pushed it down. 

“Let me out. I’m going after her before it’s too late.” You went to push past the man to get to the door but he only blocked the way. 

“I can’t let you do that.” He muttered. 

“Then go after her yourself!” You tried to not let your anger get the best of you, trying not to raise your voice too loud. 

“You have no idea what it’s like out there.” His eyes were haunted but from what you were still unsure. 

“You’re a coward.” His statement had only made your frustration grow. If it truly was that dangerous then why would he let Regan be out there by herself?

A rustle of the bushes outside interrupted the both of you. 

Emmett stepped forward, closing his large hand over your mouth. He pressed you against the wall behind you, leaning to get a view out of the window.

The cold concrete against your bare skin was a sweet release from the heat of the man in front of you. His scent was overwhelming as he held you in place. 

You both remained there, fear painted across your faces until you realised it had just been a bird that soon began to fly away.

Emmett removed his hand from your mouth slowly. Looking down into your eyes as he did. 

The heat of the dank little room had already created a layer of sweat on both of your skin. The dirt and slick on the tan skin of the man’s neck didn’t seem to repel you but entice you. 

Emmett couldn’t help but let his eyes drop down to your chest as you tried to slow your breathing. He felt himself twitching at the sight of your breasts rising and falling in the dim light. It had been a long time since he relished in that passionate pleasure in life. 

“We should go.” Emmett tried to be rational, taking a step back from you. 

“Coward.” You muttered. The word was enough to trigger action in him this time. 

Emmett rolled his eyes, frustration pumping through him. 

He snapped back to you. 

Emmett met your lips with his, his hand gripping your jaw under your ear as he allowed himself to kiss you hungrily. 

You raised your hands to his hips, holding the fabric of his jacket tightly as you arched your hips against his. 

Emmett backed you against the wall, his hands dropping to remove your t-shirt. You helped him, lifting your arms above your head before reaching for his jacket buttons. You tore the thick coat away, revealing the dirty t-shirt beneath. 

The desperation to be touched had over taken any rational thought inside your head. This man had been friends with your father, you were meant to be rushing after Regan and you definitely shouldn’t be about to have sex somewhere you could be heard and then killed. 

Emmett tugged his pants down as quietly as he could and you did the same. Once you had completely removed your jeans, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and you closed the space between you once again. 

Emmett hooked his hand under your thigh and lifted one of your legs up onto his hip, pushing you up the wall behind you to take the majority of the weight. 

One of Emmett’s hands held your thigh as the other took his member from his boxer briefs. He lined himself up with you, edging your panties to the side, his tip rubbing against your already slick folds. 

Emmett let out a quiet groan in his throat making you throb with desire and longing. 

Emmett wasted no time, he pressed himself inside of you slowly. His hand immediately shooting up to cover your mouth as you gasped at the size of him.  

His eyes were dark, his stare intense as he filled you. You knew he was telling you to remain silent with that look. It made your stomach flip. 

He waited a moment after completely filling you. You started to roll your hips, mentally begging him to move, to which he seemed to get the message. 

He bit his inner cheek as he started to thrust in and out of you. Your fingers shot up to the hand covering your mouth and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his tough skin. 

Emmett winced slightly at the dull pain but continued, he thrusted deeper into you, your clothes managing to muffle a lot of the movement between you both. 

You wanted nothing more than to hear the man moan and talk to you, to continue this in a private bedroom where he could have you any way he wanted but you knew life didn’t work that way anymore. However, that moment in the damp and dark controls room had felt like heaven after all the hell you’d been through recently. 

You jaw hurt and you struggled to steady your breathing under Emmett’s hand but you ignored the ache of his grip as you moved your hips against him. 

You knew you wouldn’t last long at the pace and depth that Emmett was going but you had a suspicion neither would he. 

Emmett’s eyes dropped down to your breasts as they bounced with each thrust. He bit down on his lip and threw his head back, closing his eyes to try and control his climax. 

You absorbed every feature of his as you moved against him; his furrowed brow, the sweat beading across his forehead... 

Your stomach began to tighten as your climax stirred. 

Emmett didn’t let up, his thrusts going harder and faster as he too drew near. 

Emmett could tell you were close as your eyes squeezed shut and your clutch on him grew even tighter. The pain was bittersweet and a bruising would definitely show later on, something he might have to hide from Evelyn...

You were thankful for the placement of Emmett’s hand as you came undone. You were certain you would have cried out if it hadn’t been there. 

Emmett urged forward, biting down on your shoulder as he spilled his seed down the inside of your thigh. The pulsing of your walls around him had been too much.

You both stayed there for a moment, catching your breath as you recovered before Emmett tore himself away from you. 

You reached for your t-shirt and jeans as Emmett zipped up his pants. 

“We shouldn’t have done that.” He grumbled after a second of silence. 

“But we did.” You tugged up your jeans, glancing over at the older man. “Now, let’s go get my sister.” 

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