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Casual!Neil Headcanons

warnings: mentions of sex

authors note: okay christ, finally! I promised these headcaonons some time ago so im really sorry im just posting them now. I dont have much time to write since my bachelor’s degree prep is taking most of my free time right now. Im not sure how I did with these I hope you’ll enjoy this and please let me know if you did.

Thank you all for your support and patience, I appreciate it a lot.

- Neil would never complain about what he does for a living, but saving the world from the potential threat of world war 3 and other disasters does get a bit tiring after a while

- So as much as he appreciates his work, he enjoys his downtime a bit more

- You usually spend your time off together, enjoying each other’s company when you don’t have to worry about running around the world and reversing yourselves for some bizarre reason.

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Feels Like We Only Go Backwards (Tenet) Neil x Reader

A/N: Hey there guys!!! I’m back…again ahhhhh. I’ve been gone for a while (I always am) but hopefully I’ll be back for a while now :) I hope you’re all staying safe and doing well. I know the world is ass, but hopefully things will be better soon. Anyway, I’m obsessed with Tenet right now and I decided that I had to write a Neil x Reader one shot (I love Robert Pattinson, it’s a problem) Also, I think this is my longest fic yet…if someone wants to let me know how to do the “keep reading” thing, please tell me omg. I’m so sorry to those who have to scroll through this. Hopefully I can change that. Anyway folks, ENJOY!!!

p.s pls request tenet stuff. gimme some smut to write.

Summary: You allow your feelings for Neil to get in the way, causing you to compromise the mission and put everyone in danger. (AU, obviously because of the reader insert, and also because this particular scene does not actually happen in the movie).  ~loosely based off “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” by Tame Impala~

Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, guns, blood, wounds, cursing, angst, possibly implications of being “lovers (or friends with benefits)” and luckily fluff :) 

Word Count: 4,163 (Please fucking teach me how to add the “read more” thing holy shit)

You storm down the cold, grey, skinny hallway lit with dimmed fluorescents. There was something inexplicably chilling about this place, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on exactly what that thing was. Maybe it was the way the lights reflected against the walls, glowing subtly against the tiles. It wasn’t a pretty glow. It was the glow one could expect to see along the walls of a morgue. 

Maybe it was the peculiar, dull ringing that followed you down the corridor, haunting your every step. Maybe it was the simple sound of your heels clicking against the concrete floors, and the idea that those clacks could call someone to your very location and leave you absolutely defenseless. Maybe it was the fact that you only had two bullets left in your glock. 

Or, it was because he wasn’t with you anymore. 

You quickly shake off the thought that he, of all people, could make you feel better. You didn’t need him. Hell, you didn’t need anyone, you thought to yourself. But still, your mind kept circling back to the image of him popping up in front of you, taking your hand and leading you away to- 

You cut yourself off. You couldn’t let your mind wonder for that long, especially about Neil. Still, you can’t help but flash back to just minutes ago, when Neil was by your side, when you made the massive mistake of letting your feelings get away of the mission. 

Neil pulled you down the hall, his hand firmly clasped around the upper part of your right arm. He was practically dragging you with him since you couldn’t keep up with his speed. 

Finally, Neil yanks you into an alcove, hoping you two can hide for at least a few minutes before running again. 

“Neil you need to give me an answer, what the fuck is-,” Suddenly, Neil pushes you against the wall, his right hand presses hard on your hip while his left hand covers your mouth. His face is in yours. Any personal space between you two is non-existent. He’s so close that you can feel his breath on your nose. He’s so close that you can feel wisps of his dirty blonde hair dance across your forehead. 

He smirks, “No time for answers.” You felt a twinge in your stomach, like butterflies, or maybe something much more gross, because now was not the time for Neil to make you feel this sort of way. 

The worst part is that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He carefully selects each and every movement he makes. He removes his hand from your mouth and places it at the nape of your neck instead, his thumb brushing lightly just below your hairline. 

You stifle a quiet moan at his touch. “N-Neil, what are you doing?” Your voice is quiet, but shaky. 

“Keeping you calm, I can tell you’re about to lose it,” He says matter-of-factly. Of course that’s the only reason, there’s nothing romantic here, and there never will be. 

‘Neil will never feel the way I feel about him’ you think to yourself. You can’t help but get a bit angry at his ability to put you under his spell. Despite your heart racing, despite your brain being bent out of shape by the close proximity of Neil, you can’t help but feel calmer. And you hated that. You were too stubborn for your own good. 

He breaks the silence, “Are you alright? I figured you’d have something to say. You said you wanted to talk to me before, didn’t you?” 

Before…when you had planned on telling him how you felt. You were going to tell him before.  Before the mission escalated past the point of return. Before you had ruined everything. Before Neil risked his life to bring you to safety. You had fucked up this time, insurmountably. It wasn’t entirely your fault, but you didn’t make it much better. 

Neil blew the entire team’s cover all to save you. You forgot the script, all because you were far too concerned with how you were going to handle your feelings for Neil. It wasn’t just any mission, either. It had to do with Sator’s henchmen. This was Tenet’s way in. This was how you could get more information. This was how you could save the world. 

And yet, you brought it all down. Somehow, Sator’s men believed that you were the only spy, and that everyone else was legitimate. They were going to kill you and spare the others, but Neil practically threw you out of the room and down the hall before anything could happen. The second he grabbed you, gun shots erupted. Now you had to pay for it, hiding in a barely-lit, cold hallway, with Sator creeping somewhere close behind, ready to attack. 

Suddenly, the guilt began to overwhelm you. What if this was it, what if you would be the reason Neil would die? What if your actions destroy the mission all together? Tears free themselves from your eyes, sliding slowly down your cheeks. 

“Hey,” Neil whispers as he moves the hand that rested on your neck up to your left cheek. He wipes away a few tears with his thumb. “It’s alright. We’re going to be fine, don’t worry-,”

Before he can get another word out, you grab his hand. “Stop, please, just stop,” You plead, unable to take anymore. He has to know what he’s doing to you, he just has to, you think, as your sadness slowly turns to anger. It irritated you that he was able to swoop in and save your day. It irritated you that he was able to touch you and comfort you, despite the lack of relationship that you desperately wanted fulfilled more than anything. None of this was fair. It wasn’t fair that he could be this non-nonchalant while you were practically doubled over with butterflies and other real anxieties from the situation you were currently in. 

Neil looks a bit more annoyed now. “I’m just trying to help,” He says, his eyes staring deeply into yours. Those eyes, you could drown in them if you weren’t careful, so you snap back into reality, allowing yourself to feed into your anger. 

“Maybe I don’t need your help,” You say, instantly regretting the words as they leave your lips. 

The corners of Neil’s mouth turn up slightly, his cocky attitude showing yet again. “So back there, earlier,” He gestures backwards, to the past, “You didn’t need my help?” 

You shake your head, “I’m just sick of this.”

Neil’s smile fades away as a confused look finds itself on his face. “Of what?” There’s a sadness in his voice. “Us?” 

His use of“Us” immediately takes you back. ‘What the fuck does he mean by “Us”?’ You ask yourself. You were undeniably close, but he never confirmed or denied his feelings for you.

Your stomach does a back flip before you allow yourself to grow angry again. 

“There is no ‘Us’, and that’s the problem Neil,” You say, pushing him off of you. He stumbles out of the alcove and rushes back in, closing the space between you and him once again. 

Neil gives you a puzzled look.“Bloody hell,” you hear him mumble under his breath. “What the fuck are you talking?” There’s a seriousness in his voice now. His cocky facade disappears into nothingness. He’s frustrated, and it’s all because of you. 

You just couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to say it. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel.” Your voice is louder now, and it seems as though you’re practically begging to give away your hiding spot. “Neil I-,”

He covers your mouth with his left hand once again. “Alright that’s it,” His voice is still quiet, “You’re the one that needs to stop now. You don’t know how much I-,” 

You push him into the wall before he can get a word out, just as he had interrupted you seconds ago. 

You step out into the hallway. “I don’t know what? How much you don’t care about me?” You notice the sudden pain in Neil’s face. You didn’t expect that, but you also refuse to believe it’s real. “I don’t need you, Neil. I never have and I never will.” 

You begin walking down the hallway as Neil whisper shouts your name, trying to get you to come back without blowing your cover. 

“(Y/N)! Please!” He calls out. 

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and stops you dead in your tracks, “(Y/L/N), I’ve been waiting to meet you.” It’s a familiar voice, a voice you’ve heard before. It’s bitter, callous and malignant. A chill runs up your spine as the name of the voice dawns on you. You flinch, quickly stepping backwards and spinning around to look at the devil-man in front of you. Although, you know he would prefer if you referred to him as a god. 

“Sator,” You curse, spitting on the ground disrespectfully. You brandish your gun, trying to put on your best fake-confident face. Sator doesn’t know you only have two bullets left, and quite frankly he doesn’t need to, you think to yourself. 

Before you can even aim, Sator launches towards you. 

You jump back, and turn around to run. There’s no way you could get away from him in what you were wearing. Your black kitten heals slowed you down a great deal. Your tight, black dress made it hard for you to move in any way at all. 

Sator is right behind you. You kick off your heels, allowing you to speed up a bit. While running barefoot is much better, you know you can’t last forever. You run for a few more seconds before realizing that Sator is only getting closer. 

You turn around, back peddling now. You hold your glock up and aim. 

BANG! 

The bullet misses Sator and ricochets off the tiled wall. What the fuck? You think to yourself as the bullet falls to the ground. The walls must be bullet proof or something. 

Sator is almost within an arm’s reach of you. You lift your gun again and take aim. 

BANG!

But it’s no use. you miss again. This time, the bullet hits such an angle that it comes back straight towards you. It grazes against your left side. 

“FUCK!” You cry out in pain, stumbling a bit. You try your best to continue running, but the pain is far too great to keep going. You feel your legs starting to give out. You crumble to the ground, letting a small whimper of pain escape your lips. You grab your side, blood draining into your hands and onto the floor. 

Sator chuckles maliciously. “You seriously thought you could get away? This is my place. You’re playing in my world,” He shakes his head and reaches for his gun. He points the weapon directly at your head,

“And just so you know, I’m God here.” 

Tears form in your eyes as you hear the gun cock. You brace yourself for impact as your thoughts find their way back to Neil. You hate how you left things, especially considering that would be the last conversation he ever had with you. Guilt began to grow heavy in your stomach. 

What a way to die, totally and completely guilty, a failure, and alone, You think to yourself, as tears fall down your cheeks.

Sator chuckles again. “Crying are we know? Too late for tears, (Y/N). I think you’re all out of time.” You shudder at his words and you prepare for this moment to be your last, shutting your eyes tightly. 

“No! (Y/N)!” A familiar voice cries out from behind you. 

BANG!

You open your eyes to see Sator standing in his place, the gun now pointing above your head. You look down and see a single bullet right next to you. It must have ricochetted off the wall, just like yours did. But where did it come from? You think. 

Turning around slowly, you spot who Sator is pointing his gun towards.

“N-Neil,” You stutter, wincing in pain simply from talking. His gun points back at Sator. His eyes nervously look you up and down. This was far different from when the evening started. You remembered the way Neil looked at you when you had finished getting ready. You remember how he knocked on the door to your hotel room and let himself in. He didn’t wait for you to give him the okay. 

“Wow,” Neil said, taken back by your tight, little black dress. He looked you up and down, seemingly removing each article of clothing in his head. “You look incredible.” 

You missed that moment now. You wish you could just go back. But now you were faced with reality, with a gun in your face. 

Sator looks down at you, and back up to Neil. “I think I’ll let you watch her die, and only after you watch her take her last breath, I’ll kill you too. How’s that?”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Neil states confidently. You look up at him, confused. 

Just as Sator pulls the trigger, Neil grabs your arm and slides you out of the way. 

In the near distance, just a short ways behind Sator, you see a fiery cloud of orange erupt, followed by a massive boom. Neil somehow was able to orchestrate some sort of explosion.

Sator stops in his tracks and turns to look behind him, giving Neil just enough time to pick you up and run down the hallway, turning down a series of other corridors in an attempt to outrun Sator. 

It isn’t long before Neil realizes that you’re bleeding onto him. “H-holy shit,” He looks down to your left side. “I need to get you out of here.” 

You ignore what he’s saying. “Why did you come back for me?” You whisper to Neil. 

He steals a quick look at you as he continues to run down the hallway, but he doesn’t answer your question. 

You clear your throat and try again. “Why did you come back?” 

He ignores you again as you approach an intersection of 3 hallways, each one looking the exact same as the one you’re currently in. Neil pauses for a second, contemplating his options. His heart is beating out of his chest. You’ve never seen him this nervous. While you had only been at Tenet for about half a year now, you had grown to know Neil far too well. The stolen moments you shared, the kisses you swore to tell no one about. You didn’t know what you were with Neil. You didn’t know if this was superficial or real to him. But, you knew his emotions like you knew the back of your hand. You could tell he was panicking. You had never seen him quite like this. Something was different. Suddenly, Neil grunts and choses to go down the hallway to your right. 

You wanted to say something to him, to talk to him, but you felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness. You knew you needed to stay awake. Neil looked down to check on you and immediately noticed your condition. 

“Stay with me, okay?” He begged. You had never heard Neil talk like this before. “Please stay with me. I’m right here, it’s going to be okay.” He started to pick up his pace, practically sprinting down the hallway now. 

“N-Neil?” You managed to call out to him. 

“Yes, darling?” He responded between gasps for air. You could tell that he was getting tired. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, looking around his body for any signs of blood or even for a possible gun shot wound. 

Neil starts to slow down a bit. He looks down at you again, “I’m alright. It’s you I’m worried about.” 

“You’re not actually worried, are you?” You ask. 

Neil stops for a second, completely out of breath. He takes this as an opportunity to look at your injuries again. He puts his hand over your wound and feels all the blood that’s there. He shakes his head, clearly nervous about how much blood you’ve lost. He readjusts his hold on you, making sure you’re secured in his arms.

He brings his face closer to yours. “Fuck, of course I’m worried about you,” He says in a stern tone. He seems annoyed at the thought that you didn’t know he cared about you. “What the fuck would make you think otherwise?” He isn’t just annoyed now, he’s angry, yet he doesn’t take his face away from yours. You can feel his breath on your nose, just like you did before. The wisps of his hair greet your forehead again too. 

“I-I guess I just don’t know how to read you,” You say, taking a deep breath once you finish your sentence. Neil quickly picked up on your labored breathing and began to jog again. 

There’s silence for just a few seconds before Neil finds the right words to say. “I came back for you because I care about you. The second you left I chased after you. You were just far too quick for me.” 

Your heart flutters in your chest. You didn’t know how much he cared for you. You figured he only saw you as a member of the team, a coworker, a girl to flirt with, someone he had to care for out of convenience and association. The way he was speaking now lead you to believe that he cared for you far beyond that. You stare up into his blue eyes, gathering the courage to finally confess how you feel to him. You felt yourself slipping more quickly out of consciousness, and you desperately wanted him to know how you felt. 

“Neil, I just want you to know that-,”

Your words are interrupted by the loud swinging of a door. Suddenly, you’re outside the now flaming building and in the bitter, dark night. The wind whips and nips at your bare skin. You take a quick look around and remember that you’re in Amsterdam. At least it’s a pretty place to die, You think to yourself. You shiver as the wind attacks you again. 

Neil notices how cold you are. He sets you down on a nearby bench and takes his brown suit jacket off, draping it over you. He picks you up and starts jogging again. 

Just a short ways up the street is the BMW he had been driving for the mission. He opens the car door with one hand, making sure to keep you nestled into his chest with the other. He puts you down on the passenger’s seat, buckles you in, and carefully shuts the door. 

When he gets in on the other side, he sees you drifting off again. “Come on, (Y/N), stay with me, please,” He pleads. He leans over to you and gently kisses your forehead. Your eyelids throw themselves open as Neil’s lips leave your skin. He starts the car engine and begins to drive away. He doesn’t say a thing, but you can’t stop thinking about what just happened. 

“What was that?” You ask, wondering if he simply did that to distract you, to wake you up. He had to know what effect he had on you. 

Neil doesn’t say a thing. He only speeds up, blasting through red lights and ignoring stop signs. You look over at him. He looks like an absolute mad man. His dirty blonde hair is a mess. Dark, purple bags rest under his blue eyes. 

At one point, Neil turns the on the radio and glances at you. “Try to listen to some music, maybe it can keep you awake.” Or maybe his concern for your well being could be enough motivation for you. 

It feels like I only go backwards baby,

Every part of me says, “Go ahead”

I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again,

Feels like we only go backwards, darling. 

Neil somehow gets even faster. You notice that he’s pushing the gas pedal all the way into the floor of the car. You manage to get out one final sentence before losing consciousness, “If I don’t die from this wound, I might die from your driving.”

Then, your eyes shut and the whole world goes black. 

——

Your eyes feel like they’re glued shut, but you force them to open. There’s an arm pulling you in tightly to a firm, warm chest. You inhale deeply, instantly recognizing the scent. 

It was Neil. His face was right in front of yours. He looked so calm, so relaxed. Either this was Heaven, or he somehow managed to save your life from his hotel room. You were hoping it was the latter. You wanted this to be real life.

Neil began to stir about a bit, but his arm never left your back. In fact, the more he stirs, the closer you seem to get to him. You decide to take it all in, because you know reality is going to come crashing down eventually. You know Neil is going to back off of you, apologize, and quickly say that he was merely watching over you to make sure you weren’t dying and didn’t mean to fall asleep. There was no way that he meant to hold you like that. 

“Good morning,” Neil said casually, not taking his arm off of you. He manages to pull you even closer still. Now your noses are touching. A playful smile stretches across Neil’s lips. 

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You’re shocked, too shocked to say a thing. 

Your silence makes Neil concerned, “What’s wrong? Did I do something? Are you in pain?”

You smile at him, “No, everything is okay. Of course I’m in pain, but this feels good.” Neil’s smile reappears. But, you’re still confused. “I just need to know something Neil,” You say, as the smile disappears from Neil’s face yet again. 

“What’s the matter?” He asks as he draws letters on your back, or at least that’s what it feels as though he’s doing.  

You shake your head slightly. “Nothing is the matter,” You pause, recalling the events of the previous night. “It’s just, am I okay? How much blood did I loose? And Neil I need to know how you feel about-,” 

Neil abruptly cuts your rambling off, “You’re alright. I took care of you after you passed out. I cleaned out the wound and sowed you up. It was easier to do with you asleep, to be honest. I don’t think you would’ve like it very much,” Neil grins before continuing, “Luckily your heart rate stayed completely stable the whole time.” 

You nod your head, waiting for him to address the half asked question towards the end of your rambling that he seemed to get the understanding of. But, there’s no response. 

You decide it’s time to say something. It can’t wait any longer. “Neil, I need to know what all this means. I need to know how you feel about me.” 

“Likewise,” He returns, but there’s no grin upon his face. He’s serious, if not somber. 

Regardless, you’re annoyed. “Likewise?” You repeat back to him. “I’ve liked you since the second I saw you, and I feel as though I’ve made that abundantly clear. I’ve given you all the signs, all the hints, and you just continue to play these stupid ga-,”

Neil cuts you off, “I had to sit there and watch you almost die. I worked on your wound all night. I’ve been fucking terrified for the past 12 hours wondering whether or not you would make it. I ditched the team to make sure you were safe, and I don’t regret that choice one bit. These aren’t games (Y/N). Being in love with someone isn’t a fucking game.” 

Silence fills the room. Being in love with someone…those words repeated over and over again in your head. You couldn’t let them go. 

Neil catches gaze and holds it. He’s waiting for something from you, but you don’t know how to communicate how you feel anymore. It was like he broke you. 

You know Neil can’t take the tension anymore, and before you can say a word, Neil’s lips hungrily crash into yours. He grabs your waist carefully, keeping you pulled in tight without hurting your wound. 

Neil’s lips leave yours. “Are you happy now?” He asks, brushing where he just was with his thumb. 

“Y-yes,” You say, wanting more. 

“Then it’s settled,” Neil states confidently. He smiles slyly, as he always does.

You’re confused beyond belief. “What is?”

“That you’re mine,” Neil says, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb. He brings your face closer to his, and kisses you again. 

YOU’RE SO PROTECTIVE

battinson x fem! reader cw: bruce and y/ns whole dynamic tbh

“why don’t you join me?” oswald motioned for you to join him in his car but you politely declined. “my place is only a block away.” you smiled and he kissed your forehead and got into his car. “call me when you get home.” oswald’s henchmen shut his car door and drove off. “y/n.” you felt someone tap you on the shoulder and you turned around to see bruce wayne standing behind you. “god you scared me, this cannot be our thing. what are you following me?” bruce shook his head. “no i was at the club.”

“why? that’s not your scene.” you questioned. “you shouldn’t be around oswald- your family has history with him.” he cleared his throat and you scoffed. “i know he tried to kill my father… he’s one of many.” you let out a breathy laugh. “then why are you hanging around him?” bruce got closer to you. “i wanted some information from him.” you glanced at bruce’s pale pink lips. “cmon y/n you know guys like that-“ you felt like bruce was staring into the depths of your soul.“GUYS LIKE WHAT?.” you yelled cutting him off. “guys like the penguin he’ll only use and take advantage of you.” he caressed your cheek.

“who do you think you are” you tried to walk away but bruce grabbed your wrist. “i just want to keep you safe.” bruce was frustrated. why couldn’t you just get that bruce just wants to help you. “you're so kind, you're so protective, you're like my daddy… is that what you want me to say?” you softened your voice and twirled your hair. “no. i just want to keep you fucking safe.” he yelled and you froze you felt your eyes fill with tears. “i- i know im sorry.” bruce hugged you tightly. “shh shh.” he kissed the top of your head. “do you want to go back to mine?” he whispered to you and you nod. “yes.”

lightly inspired by that scene from “YOU” season two

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Billy Hargrove:

Reconnecting

18+! Billy turns up on Y/N's doorstep to apologise, prompts 29 and 36 (angst, smut)

Stress Relief

18+! Y/N has a stressful day at work, Billy helps her unwind, prompt 34 (fluff, smut)

Bruce Wayne:

All of You

18+! Bruce and Y/N realise their agreement might have led to feelings, prompts 10 and 35 (smut, fluff, sugar baby reader)

Lazy Mornings

18+! Convenience couple. Bruce really doesn't want Y/N to get out of bed, prompts 3 and 38 (smut, fluff)

Fear

Convenience couple. Bruce gets does with fear toxin for the first time and Y/N has to go out and bring him home, prompts 12 and 22 (angst, fluff)

Jason Todd:

Favours and Revelations

Dick needs someone to watch an injured Jason, Y/N is the only one available, prompt 13 (fluff, angst)

Saviour

Some men break into Y/N's apartment, and with Dick away she calls Jason for help, prompt 11 (angst, fluff)

Control

18+! There's only one person Jason trusts enough to give up control to, prompt 41 (smut, fluff)

Late Night Take Out

Jason and Y/N both reveal secrets over late night take out, prompts 7 and 39 (fluff)

Neil (Tenet):

Reunion

Neil shows up on Y/N's doorstep after months of no contact, prompts 24 and 45 (angst, fluff)

Picture Perfect

Neil has been away on a job for a while, he can't wait to be home, prompts 4 and 22 (fluff)

Desk Duty and Muffins

Neil isn't entirely happy that Y/N might be cleared to go back in the field, prompts 1, 2 and 15 (fluff, tiny bit of angst)

Promises

Y/N gets a phone call she never, ever wanted, prompt 30 (angst)

Eddie Munson:

Pranks and Bruises

Y/N and Eddie play a prank on the jocks that results in Eddie getting a black eye, prompts 8 and 33 (fluff)

Books and Bullies

Eddie steps in when Jason and his friends catch Y/N with a DnD book, prompts 9 and 16 (fluff)

Steve Harrington:

Breaking Point

Steve doesn't know how to explain why he's been missing for several days, again, prompts 6, 26 and 27 (angst)

We're Okay- Neil x F!reader

Pairings: Neil x Fem!reader

Genre: Angst/hurt/fluff

Warnings: Injury, talk of death?, blood, gunshot.

(Y/N) and Ives’ team was just dispatched to Tallinn, Ives had told her Neil had called for the cavalry, that was enough for her to rush in, with each moment closer to getting to Neil and The protagonist, her veins were fueled with Anxiety, hoping to god Neil wasn’t hurt.

(Y/N) was the team’s second in command, psychotherapist, and medic. She was the real deal. She and Neil were recruited together, and since then they were inseparable as ever. They were the dynamic duo of the entirety of Tenet.

So it would make sense when Neil was sent to take care of the protagonist, she was beyond anxious for him. Even though he reassured her his safety both at the agency and at home, she couldn’t shake it off. But nevertheless let him go as it was his job. But to her delight she had to start the mission for and with him, while he started things in Kiev, she made sure that the Mumbai mission would go as planned. She was the shadow of this mission before they had taken her to the team. This was actually the longest time the two would be separated from each other.

“Jesus Christ Neil!” she gasped looking at the wound in his shoulder, quickly getting her supplies out. “Take your stupid gear off.” she grumbled, he frowned but complied nonetheless.

He knew her better than anyone on this planet. So he could quite literally see the gears in her head turning so fast, he swore they would malfunction. He did feel a bit guilty for making her worry too much, he loved her with everything he had and the last thing he needed was for her to hurt. To hurt the woman he loved. “(Y/N/N)…”he tried, but she refused to meet his eyes and continued working on the wound, trying hard to stop it from bleeding. He sighed knowing she wouldn’t listen to him right now. All he wanted was to tell her everything would be okay.

She was trying not to panic with the blood seeping while she tended to it, she tried. She tried really hard not to let her feelings cloud her judgment but that clearly failed seeing she decided to stay mad at him. She couldn’t bare to see him in pain, she loved him too much. The last thing she needed was for him to hurt. See the man she loved get hurt. “(Y/N/N)…” every time he would call her that, she wanted nothing more than to call him hers. But right now, she had a job to complete and a man to be mad at. She heard him sigh knowing very well he got the message.

Ives grimaced looking at the two, feeling sorry for the guy while he gave orders to his team. (Y/N) now moved to the protagonist, letting out a breath of relief when she found no serious injuries on him. She stood up, refusing to meet Neil’s gaze, moving past Ives, nodding, walking away to go over the new orders.

“Love!”

“She seems pretty mad.” Ives commented, as the trio looked back at the woman who was checking on the weapons. Neil let out a frustrated breath, running his hand through his hair, followed by rubbing his face. Ives snickered at his actions.

“Who is she exactly?” The protagonist asked. Making Ives chuckle.

“(Y/N) is one of our best agents, she’s kind of a multiasker, she’s an expert marksman, medic, psychotherapist, and she’s my team’s second in command.” Neil couldn’t help but feel pride hearing Ives’ words. She was his best girl. Neil politely excused himself from the conversation, preparing himself to talk to (Y/N). Ives patted his shoulder as a good luck.

He saw her in the corner of the room, doing something with her back facing him, with one quick motion there was a dagger in his neck, threatening to cut it when he touched her shoulder “Neil you know better than to sneak up on Me.” she mumbled going back to facing away from him, checking the weapons.

“Hey.” He wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her back to his chest. His chin on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, stopping whatever she was doing, enjoying the way their bodies were flushed together. “I’m okay.” He whispered in her ears, sending shocks all over her body, she was glad she was still in her full handed gear, he didn’t have to see the Goosebumps that decorated her skin.

“I was so scared Ni.” she spoke in the same tone, resulting him to tighten his hold on her.

“I know.” he kissed her temple “but hey,” one of his hands left her body and into his pocket to pull out a talisman, hanging on a single red thread. “Lucky charm, you told me I’ll be safe as long as I have this on me when you gave this to me didn’t you?” she simply nodded taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” she sighed out, feeling bad for being mad at him.

“This is our job (Y/N), you can’t save everyone.” he stated calmly. That was enough for her mind to enter a spiral of ‘what ifs’ again. Neil noticed and immediately turning her around, the grip still on her waist moving to hold her face in his hands. “(Y/N)…hey…we’re okay.” he started only to be cut off her by her.

“Neil, I can’t lose you.” She shook her head with glassy eyes. “I can’t…you’re all I have.” she threw herself on him, he was quick to hold her against him.

“You won’t lose me (Y/N).” he promised. “besides, if anything were to happen to you, I’d go out of my mind love.” he remembered the times she went on missions without him, he would stay back in the office scared out of his mind, wondering what would he do if she never came back. As their ranks increased the dangers increased. She pulled back when she felt a drop of tear in her shoulder.

She took his face in her hands, wiping the tears which decorated the curves of his cheek. “We’re okay Neil.” she repeated his words, he nodded firmly making her smile. “Lucky charm.” she showed the said lucky charm in her hands making him roll his eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to pick my pockets?” he playfully glared while taking back the talisman.

They never realized how close they were until now. (Y/N) looked up at him only to see his eyes fixed on her lips, she took a sharp intake of breath, letting out an airy whisper of his name to which he gave a soft smile, while his eyes asked the question which she was too eager to answer.

And she did. She pressed her lips to his, smiles breaking out on their faces, the two genuinely could not believe they were doing this. Finally. He was the first to pull back breathing heavily, closing their eyes and foreheads touching, they started laughing in disbelief.

“God I wanted to do that for so long.” he panted with a huge beaming smiles, her face mirroring his, nodding in agreement.

“I love you Neil.” the soft tone of her voice made Neil close his eyes as though it was one of the most beautiful song of the universe.

“I love you (Y/N).” he let out another breathy laugh, connecting their lips again in pure bliss.

“I thought you said they were best friends?” the protagonist asked Ives, watching Neil kiss (Y/N). Ives stood there with a proud smile and a relived thought saying ‘finally, that took way too long’

“Yes I did” he laughed walking away.