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imaginedisish · 3 years

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Devil’s Advocate (Tenet) Neil x Reader

Chapter 2: I’ll Try Anything Once

A/N: Hi guys! So this sort of feels like a filler chapter, but I hope you still all enjoy it :) And ps...this chapter is based on I’ll Try Anything Once by Julian Casablancas (it’s derived from one of the Strokes’ demos I think)

Summary: You and Neil land in London to some majorly unfortunate circumstances that are too overwhelming for you to handle, but Neil is done letting you get hurt.

Warnings: Death, guns, gunshot wounds, explosions, violence/murder (implied more or less), cursing, minor angst maybe, and yay fluff!

Word Count: 4,191

“Hey,” A voice whispers softly; the familiar sound encourages you to lift your eyelids. “(Y/N), we’re about to land,” The voice whispers again as you feel yourself slowly rocking back and forth. You groggily open your eyes.

The cabin of the plane is dark except for a few scattered overhead reading lights. You notice that your head is still resting against Neil’s chest as his warm hold envelopes you, keeping you pressed tightly against him. A tickle twitches in your stomach as you feel the plane drop down closer to the ground. The tickle quickly turns to terror as you remember where you’re headed. You feel your heart rapidly beat in your chest. You take a deep breath, hoping to suppress your paralyzing fears of being back out in the field.

Neil’s calming voice grounds you. “Are you alright?” He asks, his arms tightening around you. The airplane drops some more, causing the tickle in your stomach to continue.

“I’m not sure,” You respond honestly as you try and swallow your fear in your throat. Of course, it doesn’t work. The airplane drops again, and you pull slightly away from Neil to look out the window. Lights twinkle below you, and you can see Heathrow Airport in the near distance.

The seat creaks a bit as Neil moves closer to you. His cheek brushes up against yours as he peers out the window. His closeness was comforting.

Neil sighs. “I know you don’t want to be here, (Y/N),” Neil says as his right arm wraps around your shoulders again, stealing your attention away from the lights of the towns below. “But it’s going to be okay. We’ll get in, get what we need, get rid of who we don’t, and get out.” He shoots a smirk in your direction.

The plane grows even closer to the ground but the tickles disappear, and nausea fills your stomach. “I think I’m going to be sick,” You complain. Anxiety courses through your veins, worsening your current state.

Neil, with his arm still around your shoulders, shakes his head and pulls you away from the window. “You’re not throwing up here,” He says, chuckling a bit. “Or I’ll be doubled over with you.” You find yourself laughing too, but it’s no surprise. That’s simply what Neil does to you. He makes everything seem like it could be…

Okay.

You were too wrapped up in thoughts of Neil to notice when the wheels of the plane came crashing on the ground. The sound of skid marks screeching against the tarmac gave way for the anxiety to settle back down into your stomach. You shudder, imagining all the things that could go wrong. All the stupid little things that could go horribly, horribly wrong.

You watch as everyone begins to stand up from their seats, walking out into the aisle and grabbing their things from the overhead compartments. Neil gives you a final squeeze before letting go and following suit with the rest of the people on the plane. You look back out the window for a second, contemplating whether or not being in Tenet is worth it at all. There’s so much danger, so much death, so much fear.

And my own father is the enemy, You think.

“Are you ready, love?” Neil calls, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You shrug and stand up from the seat, hunching over ever so slightly as to not smack your head against the ceiling. “I don’t think I’ll ever be, so I might as well just jump without looking, right?”

Neil smiles sadly, almost as if to apologize. “Then I’ll be ready for you, and I’ll catch you when you fall.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at his reassurance, despite the sardonic nature of your comment. “Neil I-,” You say, carefully stepping out into the aisle. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“Don’t thank me,” Neil starts, seemingly minimizing his ability to change your entire mood. “This is what friends are for.”

Right, friends.

Neil guides you out of the plane and onto the bridge. After a short walk, you enter the airport.

It’s a ghost town. Some people are sleeping, slumped over in uncomfortable, stiff chairs waiting for their flight. You had forgotten that the time had changed. You look down at your phone to see that your New York time zone has already been switched to London’s.

3:56 AM

It only takes a few shuffles out to the main concourse for you to recognize how exhausted you are in spite of your ability to sleep on the plane. After all, that had been the most sleep you had gotten since the…accident.

You and Neil walk in silence for a while. It isn’t an awkward silence. It’s the comfortable, relaxing kind. It’s the kind of silence shared by two people who don’t need to talk to share how much they enjoy the other’s company. You take in all the shops and food stores as an attempt to keep yourself distracted from the terror of the mission.

You step onto an escalator, and your attention finally lands on Neil’s face. You had studied it a million times, as odd as that sounds, but you couldn’t help it. You liked looking at him. You liked getting confirmation that he was in fact real and was in fact with you.

“Hey,” You finally speak up. “Aren’t we in your hometown now?”

You watch as Neil’s cheeks lift and the corners of his mouth turn up. “Yeah,” He says back. “I guess we are.” His eyes rest on yours for a second before they flicker down to your lips. It catches you off guard, but the moment is gone just as soon as it begins as you’re forced to step off the escalator. You enter the baggage claim area and head straight towards the exit of the airport.

Conveniently waiting outside the doors is a black town car. You look to Neil, making sure it’s the right one. Neil nods, silently confirming that this is a part of the plan. You open the door and plop onto the seat. You hear Neil open and close the trunk before he takes his spot next to you in the car.

“We live in a twilight world,” Neil says. But there’s no answer.

You clear your throat nervously, reaching underneath your black, baggy, menswear dress pants, clutching onto the small revolver tied against your calf. “He said, we live in a twilight world.”

There’s no answer again. You take the revolver out, aiming it at the man. You look over at Neil and notice that his shirt is undone; he had already taken his gun out. He always kept it under his shirt, attached to his chest. He hunches over, slowly moving towards the man through the center console.

The man’s hat is titled over his forehead. Neil takes it off.

Neil parts his lips. “Fuck,” His voice is shallow. “He’s dead. He’s got a bullet in the center of his forehead,” There’s a panic in Neil’s voice. He looks up to the windshield, and you follow his gaze. There’s no point of entry, no shattered glass.

“So someone else has already been here,” You remark. Neil’s eyes widen as he moves the man’s shirt over a bit.

That’s when the light beeping noise starts.

“SHIT!” Neil screams. “Get out of the car! NOW!” He opens the door on your side of the car and practically shoves you out. You stumble, barely able to catch your balance when your feet hit the ground. Neil sprints to the trunk, opening it up and grabbing the luggage.

You follow behind him, tugging on his arm, trying to pull him away. “The luggage, really?” You shout in disbelief.

Neil secures both bags in his right hand, and grabs your wrist with his left. You both break out into a sprint. “We need to take cover,” Neil says in between breaths, his eyes frantically searching around the taxi area. “Do you see-,”

BOOM!

“FUCK!” Neil yells, practically tripping over his feet as the concrete vibrates violently below. He catches his balance just before he can face plant into the ground.

The car explodes behind you. The heat of the flames radiate on your back. You don’t dare look behind you; you keep running.

You and Neil finally reach a parking lot, and stop for a break.

“What the hell was that?” You whisper, angrily grabbing Neil by the collar and bringing him in between two minivans for cover, just in case anyone had followed you or was planning to attack.

Neil grabs your waist in return, brining you even closer to him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you realize how close you are to him. “They must know we’re here,” Neil says. His eyes are still wide and his breathing is still heavy.

“And the suitcases?” You question with heavy concern, and even frustration, in your voice. “Do you not have firefighters come into your elementary schools in England? Do you not get taught that stuff can be replaced and human beings can’t be?” Your whisper turns into more of an angry shout.

Neil shakes his head in disapproval. “There are explosives in my suitcase, (Y/N). If they detonated we would be dead,” He says, panic still evident in his voice, and a bit of anger as well.

You nod, loosening your grip on his collar. “I’m sorry I just,” You pause, knowing full well what had just come over you. “I just didn’t want anything to happen to you, that’s all.” You feel your eyes becoming glossy. This was the very thing you were afraid of. You were almost blown to bits, and worse than that, Neil could’ve died. The mission was already failing, and it hadn’t even truly started yet.

You shut your eyes tightly, and a few tears roll down your cheeks.

Neil swallows hard, his arms still resting on your waist. “No, I’m sorry. You didn’t know. I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat like that.” Neil pulls you into an embrace.

“It’s okay,” You mumble quietly into his chest.

You let him hold you in silence for a few moments. You needed to process things. You needed to ground yourself. You needed this second with Neil.

You feel yourself dozing off a bit in Neil’s arms. Visions of a bed with a plush comforter and satin sheets play over in your head. It had to be almost 4:30 in the morning at this point.

“How are we going to get to the hotel?” You ask, longing for a good night’s sleep. “And what if they know what hotel we’re staying in?”

Neil pulls apart from you and reaches into his pocket to grab his phone. “I’ll call TP and figure out what we’re supposed to do.” Neil types in his passcode, presses on the screen a few times, and lifts his phone up to his ear.

You look up into the night sky to distract yourself. The stars twinkle lightly, but there’s too much light pollution to get a good look. The cold wind nips at you roughly. You turn to face Neil. He’s pacing back and forth about twenty feet away from you. You try and tune into what he’s saying.

“They fucking know we’re here, what am I supposed to do?” The frustration in his voice is clear. He waits for a response.

“Yeah, she’s alright I guess, but you shouldn’t have forced her out into the field this early,” He pauses again. “No I don’t care that you’re the boss, she wasn’t ready when she left this afternoon and she definitely isn’t ready now!”

Silence, and then another sentence. “No, I’m not letting my feelings get in the way, that’s not what this is.”

Feelings?

“I mean of course it’s because I care about her, you know how I feel…” He trails off, and walks a bit farther away from you. What he says next, you can’t hear.

After a few seconds, he starts to walk back, still keeping a bit of a distance. “Alright, we’ll head over there now,” Neil looks up at you and winks, confirming that there’s some sort of plan set in place.

Neil turns his back to you. “And I swear to God,” He whispers, thinking you can’t hear him, “If she dies, I’m going to kill you.”

A shiver rolls down your spine at his words. You knew Neil cared about you, but you didn’t know he would threaten TP for you, even if it was just a sarcastic threat.

But this wasn’t a joke.

“Yeah okay. Thanks,” Neil says finally. “Talk to you later.” He takes the phone away from his ear and presses the red button to hang up. He walks back over to you. You’re still overwhelmed by what Neil had said on the phone, but you push those thoughts to the back of your head.

You yawn listlessly. “So what’s going to happen?” You ask, ready to crash to the ground in exhaustion.

Neil smiles. He picks up the luggage in his right hand again, and points to the other side of the parking lot. You notice a separate lot filled with rental cars. “TP put in a favor and we’re getting our own car. Looks like you’ll have to deal with my driving.”

You can’t help but smile back at him. You didn’t mind Neil’s driving at all, to be honest. You felt safe when Neil drove. But then again, you felt safe with Neil no matter what he did.

“It’s just on the other side of the lot,” Neil reassures. You roll your eyes at the thought of more walking, but you figured it may be a good time to talk about what you had just heard Neil say on the phone.

Before you can think of something to say, Neil loops his left arm around your waist. His fingers settle on the exposed skin underneath your oversized blazer. Your nerves tingle underneath his touch, and any thoughts you had before disappear from your mind.

After a few seconds, you force yourself to think back to the phone call. “Neil? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Neil says back, smiling down at you.

“The phone call you just had, with TP,” You pause, trying to find the right words.

Neil shakes his head. “Whatever you heard, don’t worry about it, please. I know what I’m doing,” He pauses and pulls you closer to him. "You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll be alright. ” You’re not entirely content with his answer, but it’s enough for now.

After a five minute walk, you finally reach the rental lot. Neil walks over to the man inside of the tiny cube shaped building. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but a set of keys are exchanged, and Neil motions for you to follow him. You begrudgingly pick up your pace to catch up with him.

“What kind of car is it?” You ask. Neil presses the panic button once, and the headlights of a black, Porsche 911 flash across your face.

You go to get into the car, approaching the door on your left hand side, forgetting you’re now in Europe. Neil smirks at you, grabs your hand, and brings you to the other side of the car. He sets the luggage down on the ground, and opens your door, letting you slip inside. Normally, you would have a cheeky response to Neil opening the door for you, but you were too tired now. Neil grabs the luggage, and walks around the other side of the car. He opens his door and puts the luggage in the back seat.

Neil puts the key into the ignition and starts the car. He takes out his phone, and through your blurry vision, you watch as he slides his finger around.

“What are you doing?” You ask. Your voice is barely above a whisper and it’s filled with tiredness. “Just drive,” You order sarcastically, nudging Neil with your elbow. Your sarcasm melts away when you remember the gravity of the situation. “What if they’re already here? What if they’re looking for us?”

Neil puts his phone in the cupholder, and rests his hand on your thigh. “I’m just setting up the GPS and choosing some music, love,” Neil says. “Take a deep breath. TP just arranged for us to stay at a different hotel, and he has eyes and ears everywhere. We’ll be alright.”

Ten decisions shape your life,

You’ll be aware of 5 about,

7 ways to go to school,

Either you’re noticed or left out.

“I love this song,” You say, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“I know,” Neil says. “Try to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” His voice is calming, and you almost do as he says, but you remember where you are. You wanted to look at the city. You wanted to see it before all the chaos began. You had been to London plenty of times before, but leaving the United States still excited you, even though you were rarely there at all anymore.

When I said "I can see me in your eyes,”

You said "I can see you in my pants,”

That's not just friendship that's romance too.

You like music we can dance to.

The highway goes on for a while, looking reminiscent of highways in America. Grass and trees line the black concrete. There’s no light save for a few street lamps. Each time you start to doze off, you force yourself to wake up. The feeling of Neil’s thumb drawing circles on your thigh doesn’t make it too hard.

Sit me down,

Shut me up,

I'll calm down,

And I'll get along with you.

The trees melt into industrial areas. Car dealerships, stores, apartments, hotels. And finally, after a few more minutes, you’ve hit Central London. The lights are bright and the buildings are beautiful.

Don't don't don't don't it's not safe no more,

I've got to see you one more time.

Neil pulls into a parking garage and finds an open spot. “We’re here,” He says, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You unbuckle your seat belt, carefully open the door, and slide out of the car. Neil grabs the two duffle bags and gets out after you. You head inside the hotel, and Neil checks in. He grabs the keycard and ushers you into the elevator.

The second you enter the lift, worry fills Neil’s face. His brows furrow and he shuts his eyes as he lets his head hit the wall behind him.

“Neil?” You ask. “What’s going on?” Maybe it was the jet lag, or maybe it was the exhaustion, but you feel more confident than usual. You step towards him and grab his hands in yours.

Neil takes a deep breath. “I’m so sorry we’re here,” He says, his eyes still closed, as if he’s too guilty to face you. “I didn’t want to do the mission yet. I really wanted to wait. I know you aren’t ready yet. I just-,”

You wrap your arms around Neil, and hold him tightly against your body. “I’ll be alright Neil, I promise.” His arms wrap around your body in response. You pull away from him slightly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You look up into his eyes, down to his lips, and back into his eyes again. Neil brings his face closer to yours, so close that you can feel his breath against your lips.

“(Y/N), I need to-,”

The conversation is interrupted by the dinging of the elevator and the giggles of a drunken couple as they step inside.

The woman speaks up. “Sssorry for interrupting, loves,” She slurs, cackling a bit. Her boyfriend joins in and cackles with her. Neil politely smiles and nods. He picks up the luggage yet again with one hand, grabbing your wrist with the other. He pulls you outside the elevator and into the hallway.

Your heart is still beating wildly in your chest. “Neil, you had something you needed to say?”

But the moment is over. He shakes his head. “We can talk about it some other time, I don’t want to overwhelm you. Enough has happened tonight.” Your heart sinks in your chest. Neil swallows, glancing back over towards the elevator. “And those people seemed off. We should really get inside the room.” You nod, agreeing, and allow Neil to take hold of your hand and guide you down the hall to the suite.

You finally approach the room.

505.

“This is us,” Neil says, setting the luggage on the ground to swipe the keycard. The door unlocks, and Neil press down on the handle. You enter the dully lit room, and immediately flop onto the king bed. Neil smirks at you from the doorway.

He walks inside, and you sigh in relief. “This is so nice,” You murmur, sliding your black converse off your feet. You push yourself further onto the bed so that your head rests on a pillow.

“We should probably shower,” Neil says, crossing the room. He places the duffle bags on the desk by the window. He takes his suit jacket off.

You chuckle. “What, like, together?” You erupt into laughter. There was something about being so unbelievably tired and jet lagged that made you a completely different person. It was like being drunk.

Neil shakes his head and smiles widely. “If that’s what you want,” He retorts.

Oh? Is he flirting with me? He can’t be.

“I-I think I’m t-too tired for a shower a-at all,” You stutter, not sure what else to say.

“Me too,” Neil says. He begins to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt one by one. Suddenly, his chest is completely exposed. You feel heat rising to your cheeks.

He undoes his belt, unzips his fly, and steps out of his trousers. He’s only wearing his boxers now. You had seen him like this a million times, but it still caught you by surprise. He walks over to the other side of the bed, grabs a pillow, and drops it on the ground. He grabs the throw blanket at the edge of the bed and drops it on the ground as well.

You furrow your brows, confused by his actions. “What are you doing?” You ask.

Neil’s blue gaze meets yours. “Setting up camp,” He jokes, sending a smile your way.

You breathe deeply, still riding out on the confidence that being sleep deprived gave you. “Why don’t you sleep in the bed with me?”

Neil inhales sharply. “I don’t want to bother you. You’re exhausted.”

“I think I’d sleep better if you were with me, actually.” You let the words come right out, no regrets. “You make me feel safe, Neil,” You confess.

Neil smiles and bends down, grabbing the pillow and the blanket, placing them back on the bed. He lifts the covers and slides in. You get underneath the covers too. You don’t realize how close you are to Neil until you turn onto your side to face him.

“I’m glad I make you feel safe, (Y/N),” Neil finally responds. Your heart feels like it might burst. You and Neil had shared a bed in the past, but you had only ever been this close inside of one a handful of times before. “You have no idea how much I care about you.”

“You have no idea how much I care about you, Neil,” You say.

Neil pushes himself up a bit, and presses a kiss against your forehead. You’re stunned. “Goodnight, (Y/N),” Neil says, and he reaches over to turn off the lamp next to his nightstand. The room goes pitch black.

“Goodnight, Neil,” You say. Neil turns over to the other side and you do the same. You stay like that for a few minutes, before tossing and turning a few times. Seconds ago you were comfortable, and now you weren’t.

As you laid alone in your thoughts, your anxieties all began to flood back to you. How the fuck am I going to do this? How is this mission going to turn out? This is going to be absolutely impossible. What if something happens to Neil? Your mind races with thoughts. You turn a few more times before you feel a hand on your waist.

“I thought you were exhausted,” Neil snickers.

“I am but-,”

Neil cuts you off. “But that doesn’t stop your mind from racing?”

You turn around to face him. “Unfortunately, no.”

Neil wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his bare chest. “Is this okay?” He asks.

“Y-yes,” You stutter, pressing your face into the center of his chest.

And finally, for the first night in over a month, you were able to sleep, nightmare free.

So why not try it all,

If you only remember it once?

Sit me down,

Shut me up,

I'll calm down,

And I'll get along with you.

>>>>>Chapter 3

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thesleepy1 · 3 years

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What does Jim Moriarty and the Protagonist have in common? They're both incredible masterminds with blonde puppy dog husbands that they would both kill and die for.

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of-fluxions · 4 years

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heaven is a place on earth.

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#protagoneil #domestic fluff #the protagonist x neil #backwards boyfriends #inverted husbands #tenet #neiltagonist #tbh this was the first thing that came to mind seeing the trailer #no video...yet #literally first time making gifs i have no idea what i'm doing #sorry for low quality

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whereisthebigstabbyman · 4 years

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Tenet + Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex

#tenet #robert pattinson #filmedit #backward boyfriends #neil x protagonist #protagoneil #Neil #Cigarettes After Sex #heavenly #myedit #lyrics #I've only had these idiots for a day #they just make me feel so much fluff #probably will update it when the dvd version finally comes out but for now i'll take what i can get #for a film that not that many people saw This set is doing pretty good

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sherlockedcarmilla · 4 years

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“The Beginning of a Friendship”

by CarmillaCarmine ( @sherlockedcarmilla )

It was never the right time. Yet they were determined to make the time they had together theirs. Here is my version of the first time Neil met The Protagonist.

E (rating for future chapters), WIP

Translation to Chinese here

Thank you for reading!

(I already went to see the movie twice in the cinema and I love love love it. I’m a huge fan of time travel stories and a big Nolan fan. The fact that these to are just so shippable (bungeejumpable?) is just too good to not write about.)

#myfic #CarmillaCarmine #tenet movie #tenet #fiction #fanfic #protagoneil #time travel #fic #neil #the protagonist #neil x protagonist #protagonist x neil #protagonist/neil #fluff #friendship

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iamtheprotagoneil · 4 years

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hey i'm looking at bright side and i'm really glad that john david fought for our rights and made dumbass nolan come to his senses, and i don't think someone after reading the script could imply a romance between ives and protagonist or he and neil, it doesn't make sense so prefer to think jdw make nolan see that tenet was a love story between tp and neil

hi, friend. i think even in the script (without all the emotions that rpattz portrayed for us in the movie) neil would make more sense as the love interest. kat, imo, looks more than a passing character, a reason to keep the plot going, rather than someone the protagonist would end up with. and ives, as i already said in the tags of that post, barely had any screentime with the protagonist (although there is a bit chemistry there, i will admit that), definitely not enough to make us audience (me) think that there is something more to them (even though i don’t mind them as a crack ship or something lol).

whereas, neil, there’s always a certain implication - the (grins) “no, you don’t”, the “need a hand” spoken without preemptive, the “Neil steps up, DESPERATE“ after neil found out the protagonist was fighting himself, the “now let me go” and everything that follows it. and the fact that neil got a lengthy, bittersweet goodbye with the protagonist truly spoke volume on the nature of their relationship - that it was more meaningful, more impactful than the two above.

perhaps, it’s just the shipper goggles that are glued tight to my face, but yeah, neil definitely makes a better love interest than either kat, or ives. jdw definitely didn’t come to this conclusion, but i’m glad still that he’s got enough sense to steer nolan away from the protagonist/kat route. it wouldn’t make sense, anyways, seeing as kat just got off from an abusive relationship, and cared about nothing than the wellbeing of herself and her son.

#Anonymous #ask #cast #tenet #everyday i wake up and be grateful that jdw was cast for the role of the protagonist #he truly made it his own and nobody would do as good as he did #also you mentioned ives and neil as a pair and maybe i'm judgmental but i'm very suspicious of people who ship them #i mean i don't think they even got a scene together besides the one in sator's turnstile room #where ives stood and WAITED for a hot minute before stepping in and easing the protagonist off of neil #(in case anyone wants to try the 'ives is protective of neil' arguement on me)#and the fact that y'all got a great pairing right in front of y'all with so much potentials (be it angst; fluff; hurt/comfort ect.)#and y'all decided to ship two characters that barely interact?#yeah seems a bit sus to me #i won't jump to any conclusion but just know that i don't trust like that #*my ramblins #also last one #i only saw this after i've posted alicia's aska #and i just couldn't help but answer this one right away #anyways off to sleep now #see y'all in the morning

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neutron-stars-collision · 3 years

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Crack the Shutters Open Wide

Neil x Reader - one-shot

Masterlist

Summary: Everyone knows mornings are dreadful. Or... are they?

Warnings: swearing; and idiocy.

Author's Notes: I've know clue what this is. I woke up one day with a cutesy morning daydream stuck in my head and this is what happened. Shortest ever so that's something worth celebrating ✨Only 2k of fluff (and chaos), bringing back my two idiots and their perfect dog. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think 💕

You never liked mornings. But then Neil happened. And Stalsk-12. And inversion, Tenet, and life you never imagined. And along with it, mornings changed too.

Even if you still were not a fan of those.

The harsh alarm pierced the cosy dream and shattered the surroundings mercilessly. Your mind landed back among the soft covers and warmth of the body next to yours. Too soon. With a groan, you extended a hand to try and find the phone blindly and shut it up. But you never got as far. Before you could reach the bedside table, the alarm had been cut off with a heavy sigh coming from your right. A smile appeared on your face even before you opened your eyes to register the reality.

“Christ- I hate this sound” it was Neil’s turn to groan as he pulled you closer into his arms.

Now that was a good way to wake up.

You wound your arms around his torso and finally snapped your eyes open to gaze up at him. His affectionate smile betrayed none of the ire heard in the previous complaint. Your eyes wandered over his features leisurely, taking in the ruffled blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes focused only on you.

It was always like this – falling asleep in an embrace and waking up cuddling, only sometimes having changed the positions throughout the night. This time Neil had you hugged into his bare chest with both your arms around each other and legs intertwined. With no words present, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck and breathed in the familiar scent. In and out. Feeling his hands caress your back with startling precision, you let out an exhale and replied:

“Sorry, some of us have work on Saturdays. Yes, I know it sucks big time, but I’m afraid people won’t recruit themselves” bemoaning the subject, you watched as your fingers trailed down Neil’s side and over the scars.

It was not an ideal plan for the weekend, but a job has been given, and you would not dare oppose Wheeler’s wishes. Plus, it did sound like a quick affair and one including coffee. Sold. Well, almost.

Because first, you had to get up from the bed. As though following your line of thoughts, Neil tightened the grip and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before dropping the remark:

“Careful though, don’t want you falling in love with a recruit” it was the casual tone that made you lean back and meet his gaze.

It was worth even if only to see the fond look in his eyes and the tinge of insecurity hidden underneath. As if he could believe that was a possibility. Idiot (affectionately).

“No chance” using Neil’s body as leverage, you pulled yourself up to face him, adding the punchline with a perfectly crafted poker face “Only you could be that lame,”

With pleasure, you observed as he gaped, taking in the joke with utter confusion. And then Neil frowned, pretending to inch away from you with a glare.

“Wow, my feelings have been hurt. Deeply” Neil gave you an exaggerated pout and a perfect impression of a moping Labrador.

Laughter was impossible to hide. You giggled as happiness filled your chest, brightening up the outlook and sparking up the courage. There was one last thing you wanted before getting up. Without hesitation, you untangled from Neil and straddled his lap in one smooth move. The practice did indeed make perfect.

Your smile widened upon his double-take, that one second of paralysis before he found his footing and placed his hands on your hips to keep you in place. Underneath the shirt, naturally.

“Good,” you whispered the word with an unhidden mirth, letting your eyes slowly skim over his face.

The stubble, shading the chin, the sharp jaw, plush bottom lip, and curve of the nose. As your gaze wandered up, your eyes met. The piercing blue, lightening up with love and pulling you in with the use of your private force of gravity. Your breath hitched audibly when Neil pulled himself up, letting your body fall flush against his chest and inched his fingers up your chest beneath the material. The trademark smirk curled his lips as you gasped, encouragement glimmering in his eyes:

“Should I get you coffee for that mood? Or…?” the telling pause, a clear suggestion further strengthened with the broad strokes travelling up your stomach and stopping just below your breasts.

A frustrated sigh caught in your throat as you watched him, suddenly eager to forget about the work and let the situation develop as it should. But… There was time.

Carefully, you allowed your hand to run up his chest, feeling the warmth of the skin and relishing in the way Neil’s breath grew shallow. In the current position, it was difficult to deny the eternal need. Focus.

“Coffee, though I’d like that second thing too. When I’m back maybe,” enjoying Neil’s trance-like state, you winked and used the proximity to roll your hips against his crotch in a familiar move.

It was enough to make him gasp loudly, hands sliding down to grab onto your hips and help you notice how excited the potential made him. The realisation still made you blush furiously, feeling your arousal collect between your thighs.

“Perfect, I’ll be waiting impatiently” Neil grinned as though reading your mind and leaned in to brush his nose against yours.

A break, a moment to take a breath. You were grateful for that, taking in long inhales to calm down the racing heart and centre the senses. That meeting better goes quick.

Neil cupped your cheek, gently stroking down your neck and easing the sudden frenzy to a pleasant hum underneath the peace. It was the moment your eyes met again that made you speak up:

“I really adore you. Do you know that?” tentatively, you mirrored the position of his hand and placed it on his cheek, pouring the feelings through your eyes.

You knew Neil understood from the satisfied smile that appeared on his face. He shifted slightly to give you easier access and tipped your chin. One glance at your lips and a hand travelling down your thigh were all you needed to feel the flush of warmth once more. Gravity pulled you in, inching closer until there was a breath of space left between your lips. A sight of the devilish smirk on Neil’s face, followed by the feigned thoughtful remark:

“That lovesick gaze does give me some ideas, but… kiss me, and then I’ll know,” he whispered, closing the gap to breathe out the words against your mouth.

As if you needed encouragement.

Simultaneously, your hand wandered up to tangle in his hair and prepare for the right angle as you licked your lips thoroughly, counteracting the morning dryness.

“Gladly,” effortlessly reflecting Neil’s smile and letting your tongue trail along the seam of his closed mouth.

His lips opened with a gasp underneath your prying, and you took the invite to envelop his mouth in a hungry kiss. Taking everything as though it belonged to you. And he did. Your tongue slipped inside his mouth, exploring the familiar ground with the zeal of days of starvation. Even though it had only been hours. Neil’s fingers dug into your thigh as he tried to get even closer, responding to your tempo with equal eagerness. Your mouth collided and brushed against each other with the moves of astounding intimacy and ease, pairing with desperately stolen breaths and brave touches. Soon enough, you were both left gasping, tiptoeing the line separating you from unconsciousness if only to extend the kiss a second longer.

As the stars swirled underneath your closed eyelids, you tried to lean back and break the contact. But it was never possible. Sensing your intents, Neil took the matters into his hands. Literally. Before you could understand what was happening, he used the hold over your thigh to pin you to the bed without a notch of effort needed. A startled yelp was all you could manage before he closed your mouth with another kiss. Long and careful, a far cry from the previous desperation. A means of placing the morning confessions on your lips without using the words. A promise of countless wake ups just like this, waiting to happen. It was enough to make you want more. But it never happened.

Neil finished the kiss with a chaste peck, signing off the caress and leant back to let his gaze wander over your stunned face. It was hard to keep the awe hidden from him. And pointless too. Before you could find anything to say, he spoke:

“You’re incredible. Absolutely breathtaking” the compliments were placed with terrifying honesty, painting your cheeks red and making your eyes glaze over.

There was no point in trying to take apart the exact meaning of it all. So, you cupped Neil’s cheek once more and thoughtfully caressed his face while working on the passable poker face. Once that was achieved, you twisted your lips into a smirk and whined:

“God… I need coffee to survive that sort of talk,” a wink to make sure he understood the scheme and a quick peck on his nose.

Just because.

“On it,” Neil grinned, quickly returning the endearment and jumping up from the bed before you could perceive his movement.

You flopped back onto the covers with a happy sigh, hand reaching out for the fateful phone to pass the time. That was not meant to be. As soon as Neil opened the bedroom door, a black cannonball skidded through the doorway and jumped onto the mattress. Oh, dear. You waited for Niki to locate your face and frowned as he extended the pink, sloppy tongue to greet you. Your arms flailed idly at your sides, overwhelmed with the stimulus akin to a cold morning shower.

“Miss, stop neglecting your child” the mock stern tone from the doorway made you look up.

Neil has stopped there, watching you both with fondness in the soft gaze. Still, too much.

“Oh, fuck you” blindly, you reached for the pillow and threw it at his head with deadly precision.

It missed the mark by an inch, landing at Neil’s feet.

“Language” he contemplated the item with sorrow and then looked up at the dog, “Sorry you had to hear that foul word, Nikola,”

It was the full name that got you. Bursting into laughter before you could take a full breath. With both hands stroking the black fur of your juvenile, you grinned at Neil:

“Get your girlfriend caffeine or else-” throwing a glance towards one of the remaining pillows as a warning.

He chuckled and blew you a kiss before heading down the corridor. Turning your attention back onto Niki, you placed a kiss on his head and patted the space beside you, urging him to lie down.

“See, that’s why we need coffee on a drip” the call from the kitchen made your smile wider, easily reminding you of so many similar conversations.

Maybe mornings were not so bad after all…

#tenet #neil tenet #neil x reader #neil tenet x reader #neil tenet fanfic #neil tenet imagine #tenet fanfic #robert pattinson

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inklore · 2 years

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𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!

shockingly i’ve never done one of these before, but there’s a first for everything right??? and since i have nothing to do on this lovely friday night i thought why not?

this will probably go into the wee hours of the night since i never sleep, but if not everything is answered tonight then they definitely will down the road!

here are just some things to keep in mind:

you do not have to send in a prompt, it can literally be a thot or concept, etc. but if you would rather have a prompt then check out my prompts tag

i’ll be accepting them for the following (or check my who i write for info if there’s someone not on this list you’d like to see)

marvel: moon knight (all alters), all peter parker’s, frank castle, yelena belova, loki laufeyson, thor odinson, joaquin torres

dc: bruce wayne, edward nashton, arthur curry

etc fandoms: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, santiago garcia, poe dameron, cedric diggory, neil (tenet)

feel free to add tropes, au’s, genre’s light/dark themes, more than one babe, smutty, angst, fluff, to your request as well, all is welcome!

no pressure tags: @holyvictim @aphrogeneias @duskliar @cityofstqrs @fluffyprettykitty @ohcaptains @littlenymphiewrites @simplystevies @silver-pieces @wint3r-h3art @tom-whore-dleston @rae-gar-targaryen @greenorangevioletgrass @jettia @kthynes @clints-lucky-arrow @burnthoneymint <33

#blurb night !#moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #frank castle x reader #yelena belova x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #thor odinson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #edward nashton x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #santiago garcia x reader #poe dameron x reader #cedric diggory x reader #neil tenet x reader

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Request Rules and Prompts!

Master post

You can send up to three prompts per ask for one of the characters listed below.

Prompts are first come first served, and will be crossed out when taken.

You can mix and match, so you could send in one fluff, one angst and one smut prompt in the same ask if you want to.

I am going to try and make each ask at least 1k words.

Please just send prompts and a character, not a full scenario!

If you want Bruce Wayne asks to be for the convenience couple, please specify this as I’m happy to do prompts for them!

You do not have to be following me to send a request!

I will be starting a new taglist for this celebration, so shoot me an ask or a comment if you want to be tagged!

Anyway, here are the characters:

- Bruce Wayne

- Jason Todd

- Neil (Tenet)

-Billy Hargrove

-Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington

And here are the prompts:

Fluff:

1. "I'll take over from here, go get some rest."

2. "Need any help?"

3. "I love you."

4. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

5. “They’re good for each other.”

6. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

7. “You’re welcome to stay, if you want?”

8. “Hold still. this might sting a little.”

9. “I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.”

10. “Keep it. It looks better on you.”

11. “You’re not an awful company when you’re not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day.”

12. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here.”

13. “I know we’re not... friends or anything, but... I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

14. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

15. "You look like you're going to fall asleep on your feet."

Angst:

16. "It would be better if you stayed away from me."

17. “You always push people away. I just thought you’d never do it to me”

18. “I didn’t realise I was such an inconvenience.”

19. "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

20. “She deserves better than me.”

21. “You think I want this?”

22. “I’m tired...I’m so tired.”

23. "Why is this happening to us?"

24. "Don't look at me like that!" "Like what?" "Like that! You can't just waltz back into my life like you haven't been missing for the past few months!"

25. “Where? Tell me where!”

26. “You’re not okay! Stop telling me you’re okay!”

27. “You were supposed to be there for me. And you weren’t. You weren’t there.”

28. “I always wondered why you chose me.. Now, I know. It was all a lie.”

29. "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

30. "You promised.

Smut:

31. “If you want to cum you have to beg.”

32. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

33. “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

34. "You can give me another one, can't you baby? For me, please?”

35. "Why should I wear anything at all if you're going to tear it off?"

36. “There’s so many things I wanna do to you.”

37. “Use your words.”

38. “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

39. “I can’t sleep without you here.”

40. “This is a one time thing.”

41. “Touch me and you lose.”

42. "So pretty when you're all tied up and needy."

43. "Move an inch and you won't be cumming tonight."

44. “I want you to touch yourself.”

45. “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me.”

(any reblogs to spread the word would be much appreciated considering tags hate me atm 😊)

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twinklelilstarkey · 4 years

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Could you write some Dad!Neil x reader please? Like instead of (SPOILERS) dying, he gets to go home and he has a girlfriend, who was pregnant at the time Neil was recruited, and they end up having their first kid.

(I decided to make these two, idk why. I just did it, hope it’s okay. @cherryflavouredlipbalm )

Bug - Dad!Neil {TENET}

Words: 1.1k+

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Maybe some misspelling? Fem!Reader. Pregnant!Reader.

Neil has been on a mission for over 3 months. It might not seem like that long to some people but it sure was for your pregnant self and your son.

Y/S/N is almost two years old and loves his dad dearly, but his absence is always something very sad for him. Especially if he has a mission during a big holiday or one of your birthdays.

Neil tried to be as present as he could for the first year, but after that, his work just told him that he had to come back. No excuses. A year, in their eyes, was long enough.

You can’t judge them too much. Their selection of agents is already small, they don’t want to make it even smaller for personal reasons.

This time, his mission was smaller than it usually is, which can be a plus. But, also, not really, because that means that he can be accepted into another still in this year, and we’re in November.

Now, it’s 4:30am and Neil is finally coming back home. He’s more than excited about this but he hates the fact that you will probably wake up this early because of him.

The front door of the apartment opens and the light from the hallway rushes inside the dark front lobby. Neil drags his bag inside as his backpack hangs loosely over his shoulder, and he walks in his home.

As he was about to turn on the lights, sounds come from the dark kitchen. He frowns and lets his backpack fall to the ground in a soft thud, deciding to go check it out.

Neil walks over to the kitchen and soft patter of feet is heard. He stretches his hand to the wall and light rushes in the room.

The small toddler jumps on his feet, almost tumbling to the ground, at the light being turned on. Y/S/N turns around to meet, what he thought, his mother’s tired and disapproving look, but instead, he sees his dad.

“Daddy?” He whispers yells and a smile stretches over his face.

Neil smiles at the sight of the chubby-cheeked toddler, the chubbiness mostly from sleeping. One of his cheeks is also marked by his blanket, giving Neil an extra indicator that he just woken up.

“Hey bud” Neil whispers and walks over to the kid, picking him up.

Y/S/N stretches his small arms around his dad’s neck and hugs him close. Neil leaves a kiss on his shoulder and leans his head back to take a look at his kid.

“What were you doing here, bug?”

“Water” He explains.

Neil frowns playfully at him and a cheeky smile grows on the toddler’s face, finding it funny that his dad caught onto him faster than you. And that’s impressive.

“Are you sure about that?”

He nods and Neil nods with him with a smile.

He secures Y/S/N on his hip and walks over to the cabinets that hold the glasses. He grabs one and fills it with water. He brings it to Y/S/N lips and the small kid wraps his small hands around the cup, taking small sips of the cold water.

As soon as he pulls away from the cup, Neil puts it down on the counter and starts walking back out of the kitchen. Y/S/N leans into his chest, smelling his familiar cologne, and keeps quiet as they walk to his bedroom.

Knowing very well that when the lights are off, it means that mommy is sleeping.

Neil is quick to lay Y/S/N down and tuck him in before walking over to your shared bedroom. He makes sure that his kid’s night light is on and leaves the door halfway open.

“Good night, bug” He whispers yells.

The toddler lifts his head off the pillow to search for his dad in the darkness.

“Good night, daddy” He whispers back into the darkness, assuming that he’s somewhere close.

Neil walks to your bedroom, and under the dim lighting from the city (coming from the large windows that cover the whole wall of your room), he sees your sleeping form.

He walks over to the bathroom to go and take a quick shower before bed, careful not to awake you with any sound, it probably being him opening a drawer or letting something fall.

In a matter of 10 minutes, he’s done with his shower and already clothed with his new change of clothes.

Unfortunately for him, as soon as he opened the bathroom door and the light rushed in the room, you woke up.

You open your eyes in the darkness of the room confused with the sudden flash of light and as soon as you moved to scrub your sleepy eyes, a voice stops you.

“It’s just me, go back to sleep” Neil whispers, hoping that you’re too sleepy to acknowledge that it’s him, and your eyes snap open.

“Neil?”

In the dim lighting Neil walks over to the bed you’re lying in.

“Yeah?”

“When did you get here?” You ask, sitting up in bed.

“20 minutes ago,”

He sits down next to you on the bed and you’re quick to wrap your arms around him. Neil lets out a chuckle before wrapping his arms around you as well.

He smells just like the day he left, probably from the shower he just took, but that is just as comforting as you had wished.

Your hand lays over his wet hair, making you almost sigh in how much you missed touching it.

“I missed you” You whisper in the crook of his neck.

“I missed you too” He whispers back.

Neil presses a kiss on the side of your head, and you melt at his touch.

“Y/S/N is going to freak out” You comment when pulling away slightly.

“He already saw me” He answers with a smile and you frown, confused, “When I got here, he was getting water”

You laugh at his words and his smile widens at the sight and sound of it. As you calm down, your hands rest over his cheeks and you press a kiss onto his lips.

Once you two pull away from the kiss, a small smile appears in both of your faces.

“How is she doing?” He asks, laying a hand over your swollen stomach.

“She’s doing good” You answer, laying one of your hands over his, “The doctor says she’s super healthy”

Neil smiles while looking down at your hands and your stomach, and before he could say anything else, he remembers what time it is.

You must be super tired.

“We should go to sleep” Neil offers.

“Yeah,” You say, taking a look at your alarm, eyes widening at the sight of how early it is, “We really should”

Neil lays a soft kiss over your cheek and gets up, walking around the bed, sitting and laying down on his side.

You roll around to face him and he’s quick to pull you close to him. And in less of a minute, you are back in your deep sleeping, but, this time, in Neil’s arms.

- - - - -

Hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#neil x reader #robert pattinson x reader #neil tenet x reader #tenet imagines #neil #neil imagine #tenet #tenet imagine #robert pattinson #robert pattinson imagine

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years

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Changing the World

by eleanor_d

Bruce was a university student when he met a physics major student, Neil. Usually Bruce didn’t like the other students coming around him, but he somehow found it comfortable to be with this sociable British student. Though they were completely opposite, they fitted together quite well. But after leaving the university, they didn’t meet again – until one night when Bruce had a dream.

Words: 2769, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Batman (Movie 2022), Tenet (2020)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Neil (Tenet)

Relationships: Neil (Tenet)/Bruce Wayne, neil (tenet) & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Student AU, Short, Fluff, POV Bruce Wayne, International Fanworks Day 2023

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45089122

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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imaginedisish · 3 years

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She’s My Collar (Robert Pattinson x Reader)

A/N: I am so so sorry for the long wait guys! This was a really tough week for me! I hope you’re all doing well, and I really hope you guys enjoy this!! Someone requested some blonde Robert smut, and so here it is! Enjoy ahhh!!! (also, y/f/n is your friend’s name)

P.S, this story marks 100,000 words written for this blog...that’s all :))

Summary: You and Rob are friends with benefits, but after saving you on a horrendous night out with your friend, you find that your relationship means more than just that.

Warnings: So, this is serious, but there is some sexual harassment/assault in here. It’s brief and not graphic or anything like that, but I wanted to write the scene in to demonstrate how fucked up it is, regardless of the setting and regardless of what someone is wearing, as well as how important awareness is. No means no, thank you!

Other warnings: Smut!!!!! Smut smut smut!! Cursing, stuff like that, brief violence/mention of blood.

Word Count: 4,203

“Oh come on, what do you mean you aren’t going to come?” Your friend shouts from the other side of the room, waving her mascara wand around violently. She points the wand towards you. “You told me you were going to come, no matter what.” Her voice is accusatory and she gives you a look.

A look you knew far too well.

She disappears into the bathroom to continue getting ready. You let yourself fall back onto the olive green leather couch behind you. Your head gently hits the wall and you glance up to the ceiling in an attempt to evade your friend’s question. She already knows why you aren’t joining her on her clubbing escapades this evening, but you don’t want to admit it.

A deep breath escapes your lips and you shake your head. “No reason in particular,” You utter quietly, hoping she can’t hear you over the music playing in the background. You look down at your phone, waiting for a ding or a text from the man you were waiting to hear from.

If I could take her down and run, then I'd call her

'Cause she's standing drama, she know I'll call her

She's getting on the sun and then she ordered

Imagine me, imagine me now (she's my collar)

“No reason, huh?” She yells over the music. “Perfect, then you can keep your promise.”

You roll your eyes and look up from the screen. “No reason that you need to know,” You yell back, pushing yourself up off the couch. “And I don’t recall promising you anything,” You say sardonically as you walk towards the bed on the other side of the room. You grab the short, blue dress you had brought with you just in case you were going to join her off of the covers.

Your friend pops out of the bathroom just as you start heading towards the bedroom door. “Oh come on! This just isn’t fair.” She’s very clearly annoyed, and she should be.

You were planning on ditching her the second Rob texted you that he wanted to hang out.

About a year ago, you had met Rob after your set at Glastonbury. You and your band got off stage and he was there, waiting for you.

“That was amazing!” He shouts over the crowd still roaring behind you. He places a hand on your shoulder. Your heart flutters in your chest. “Really, you’re incredible.” He lets go, but the warmth of his touch lingers on your exposed skin.

You blush a bit. “Thank you so much,” You say, smiling widely. You had obviously met other celebrities before. After all, you had won a grammy, played hundreds of concerts, and yet, something about this felt different.

Rob smiles back, chuckling lightly.“I can’t help but feel a little star struck right now, with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) standing in front of me,” He jokes, nudging your right arm with his elbow ever so slightly.

“The feeling is mutual,” You say shyly. You genuinely were a bit star struck, despite having just played the closing set at Glastonbury.

He shouts something again, but you can barely make out what he’s saying. You grab his arm and pull him into the small dressing room directly next to you. The sound of the crowd dissipates a bit, and Rob begins to speak again.

“So how long are you in England for?” Rob asks. You look down and realize you hadn’t let go of his arm yet. You quickly pull away as heat rises to your cheeks.

“We’ll be here for the next week,” You start. “Tomorrow night we’re leaving for London to play the O2.”

Rob nods, his smile not leaving his face. “Well then, if you’re staying in the Somerset area tonight, maybe we could go grab drinks or something?” Your heart beats rapidly out of your chest.

“Th-that sounds great,” You stutter, embarrassed that you could barely get a sentence out.

Ever since then, you and Rob had been seeing each other casually. There wasn’t a label or anything like that, but that wasn’t a problem for you. He was exciting, if not intoxicating, to be around. You were addicted to him. Even the semblance of a “Maybe we could see each other tonight,” was enough to drive you mad. You would cancel plans at the drop of a hat for him because you simply couldn’t get enough, and that was the exact predicament you had found yourself in tonight.

You had been staring at your phone the entire time you were at your friend’s apartment, and intended on bailing on her the second Rob texted you to come over to his place.

But he hadn’t yet, and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Your mind often wandered in times like these. You couldn’t help but think that maybe he was with someone else. What if you weren’t the only one he was running with?

“Earth to (Y/N)!” Your friend yelled, dragging you out of your thoughts and into the real world. The annoyed look on her face sent you walking into the bathroom. You changed into the dress you had brought and pushed your hair behind your ears. The spaghetti strap, black lace lined, blue dress was short and fell to the middle of your thighs. You found yourself wondering about what Rob would do if he saw you in the dress, but you quickly shake off the idea and walk back out into the bedroom.

You roll your eyes as your friend claps at your entrance. “Are you happy now?” You ask, frustrated that this was your current situation.

“I’m beyond happy,” Your friend remarks cockily. “Are you ready to get wasted, or what?” Her voice is excited, but you could’t feel the same.

“I guess,” You respond, letting her lead the way to the door and out of the apartment. After several flights of stairs, you find yourself out on the streets of London. A black taxi cab is ready and stopped directly in front of you.

Your friend opens the door and heads inside the cab as you follow closely behind her, closing the door as you finally sit down.

“So where are we going?” You ask, hoping it’ll be somewhere low-key. You were happy the paparazzi hadn’t caught a glimpse of you leaving the apartment, and so far, you were free and clear of any fans. It was a nice change of pace, especially given that you were off doing something you weren’t the biggest fan of. You didn’t love clubbing

Your friend lets out a slightly evil chuckle. “Ministry of Sound,” She says simply, waiting for your outrage.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You say angrily. “Fucking Ministry of Sound? Do you want me to die?” Anxiety grew heavy in your stomach. You despised large crowds, especially without a security detail. You would have to work hard to go unnoticed, and it would probably be impossible to do so.

Your friend looks over to you with a certain lack of empathy in her stare. “Hey, this is completely fair,” Your friend says, rolling her eyes nonchalantly. “It’s payback for trying to blow me off to go see Rob,” She says, her eyes leaving yours as they look out the window casually, as if what she had done was not a big deal to you.

“No, it’s not fair,” You state aggressively, but she doesn’t respond.

You look down at your phone and notice a new notification.

Rob

1 New Message

You immediately unlock your phone.

“Are you busy tonight?” The message reads. Your heart flutters in your chest, the same way that it did when you had first met Rob.

Shit, You think to yourself. You look over to your friend and back down to your phone. You swallow the massive lump in your throat as your thumbs rapidly press against the bottom of the screen.

“Sort of…” You type and hit send.

Rob starts to type right away. He was usually quite good at responding quickly.

“Does that mean it’s something I can tag along to?” Rob asks. You were surprised, but pleasantly surprised at that. You and Rob were trying to keep things under wraps. Neither of you were sure how the public would react to you two essentially being friends with benefits, so this was quite the shock.

Regardless, you can’t help but smirk. “Why, would you go to Ministry of Sound just to save me from the evil clutches of (Y/F/N)?”

Within a few seconds, Rob sends another message. “Clubbing?” A few more seconds pass before he sends his next message, as if he’s trying to asses how ‘risky’ the text is.

“Are you trying to replace me?”

You knew he was joking, but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was some real jealousy there. So you type, “Come and maybe I won’t,” and press send.

“On my way.”

Your feel your cheeks flush with heat as you drop your phone into your lap.

After a few more minutes, you finally pull up to the club. Your friend hands the driver the cash for the trip, and you hop out on opposite sides of the cab.

A long line of young, skimpily dressed, bright eyed Londoners wraps around the entire building and down the street. You and your friend walk closer to the door of the club and much to your dismay, you’re instantly recognized.

Cameras begin to flash violently in your face as voices scream your name. You bypass the line as the bouncer lets you and your friend in without a single question, without any proof of ID.

The second you enter, the bass of the song that’s playing rattles your bones. The strobe lights pulse against your skin and you can feel the warmth of the crowded room fill your body. But it wasn’t a comfortable warmth, it was a sweaty, anxious kind. The kind that made you want to turn around and run for the door. Your friend immediately grabs your wrist and runs out to the dance floor, roughly pushing through the crowd to get closer to the front.

As your friend finally arrives at the spot she was hoping for, the song fades out.

“Shit, I love that song,” She curses.

The next song starts. An ever so familiar marimba chimes through the club and a small smile makes its way to your lips.

There’s an army on the dance floor,

It’s a fashion with a gun my love,

In a room without a door

A kiss is not enough.

“Love my way!” You sing out, shaking your hips side to side with your friend. “It’s a new road!” You feel your anxieties melt away as you sing the chorus, jumping up and down excitedly.

“See, it just takes the right song to get you in the mood,” You friend retorts. You roll your eyes, refusing to tell her she’s right.

She locks eyes with a woman a few feet away, and the two gravitate towards each other. Before you know it, your friend disappears, dancing off with the woman and into the crowd. This happened every time you went out with her, and you hated it. You were happy your friend was having a good time, but you hated being left alone. You take a deep breath and continue to dance, hoping that you can hold your own. The second verse of the song plays loudly, the words bouncing off the walls of the club.

A tall, brown haired-man approaches you, dancing and brushing up against you lightly.

“N-no thanks, I’m waiting for someone,” You say, stepping back a bit. He steps behind you, and seemingly disappears.

Just when you think he’s gone, you feel something brush up behind you. You turn your head and see that it’s the same man from before.

“I said no,” You say louder and more powerfully this time. The man grabs your waist and pulls you closer. You try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. “Fuck off dude, let go of me!” You shout. The music is too loud for anyone to hear you.

“Love, when you wear something like that, you’re asking for it,” He says condescendingly, as if you’re some child who doesn’t understand the world just yet. You try to elbow him in the stomach, but the way he’s holding you doesn’t allow you to move very much.

“Fucking let go of me!” You shout louder this time. But he doesn’t move.

Suddenly, you hear a yelp, and the man crashes to the floor. The crowd parts, leaving an opening for the man. Gaped mouths and frozen dancers line the sides of the club.

“She said to fucking let go mate, so maybe you should’ve fucking let go!” A familiar voice shouts commandingly.

It was Rob. His fist was bloody, but the man on the floor’s face was bloodier. iPhone cameras begin flickering sporadically. Rob instinctively grabs your wrist and leads you to the door of the club. You rush out to the street, and Rob hails a cab. You hop in as Rob rattles off his address to the driver, and suddenly you’re on your way.

Everything had moved so quickly that the two of you had forgotten to say a single word to each other.

“Are you alright?” Rob asks, his hand was still wrapped around your wrist. He moves his fingers down to intertwine with your own.

You nod your head. “Y-yeah, I just hate clubs…” You trail off, looking out the window to see the city streets. You had coincidentally moved to London around the same time you had met Rob. You still had an apartment in New York to be able to go back to the states whenever you wanted, but there was something more interesting and beautiful about London to you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Rob asks again, his thumb brushing lightly against the back of your hand.

“I’m good now,” You say more confidently this time. “Thank you for showing up,” You smile, giggling a little.

Rob smiles back. “Anything for you, darling,” He says softly, his hand squeezing yours lightly. He seemed to be more shaken up about the whole situation than you were. Unfortunately, this wasn’t new for you. Men were fucking scumbags at clubs, and you always mentally prepared yourself for the worst case scenario.

The cab slowly rolls to a stop, and Rob opens up his door. He hands some cash to the driver while being sure to keep his hand in yours, and leads the way out of the cab. You two walk side by side up the steps to the door of Rob’s townhouse. He unlocks the door and you two head inside.

Rob sets the keys down on the side table and steps closer towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest.

“I’m always here for you, you know that right?” Rob whispers. He had been this sentimental before; it wasn’t like your relationship was solely based on sex, but it still felt special to hear him say those words.

You let your head rest against him. You mumble a yes into his chest and shut your eyes. You feel safe, protected. You want to say more. You want to say much, much more. But you know you can’t. You don’t want to overwhelm your relationship with Rob with the “L” word, so you decide to keep quiet.

You take your head off of Rob’s chest and bring your lips up to his, pressing a light kiss against them. Rob kisses back hungrily. The kiss grows more intense, more passionate. He brings one hand off of your waist and up to the nape of your neck. He combs his fingers through your hair, and you hum against his lips in response. Your clit accidentally rubs against Rob’s thigh at the perfect angle, and you feel yourself starting to want more. You brush up against him, searching for some more friction.

Rob breaks the kiss and stares at you with a concerned look in his eyes. “Wait,” He says breathlessly. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this right now?” He asks.

You smile at his concern. “I’m fine, I promise. I wouldn’t have started this if I didn’t want it,” You say back.

Rob nods and presses a languid kiss against your lips. He brings his hands back to where they were before, one tangled in your hair and the other resting on the small of your back. You bring your hands up to his hair too, pulling on the blondish strands as moans find their way out of his mouth.

He slips his hand out of your hair and down your body, gliding down your sides and down to the bottom of your dress. He grabs onto the inside of your thigh, causing you to spread your legs a part for him

“Good girl,” He whispers in your ear, “Spreading your legs without me even asking you to.” He lifts your tight dress up, revealing your black panties. He begins to rub you up and down through the thin fabric, stopping finally at your clit. He lightly draws circles around your heat as a moan escapes your lips.

“R-rob,” You stutter, unable to say anything else. He adds more pressure, and begins to circle at a quicker pace.

His lips find their way to your neck, and he sucks at your exposed skin. He moves your panties to the side and his fingers immediately go back to work.

“F-fuck,” You mutter as Rob quickens his pace yet again.

Rob takes his fingers away from your clit, and his lips disconnect from your neck. You whimper at the loss of contact, and Rob grins in response.

“You didn’t think you’d get what you want that easily, did you?” Rob asserts, grabbing your wrist and leading you up the stairs to the second floor of his flat.

He bursts through his bedroom door and shuts it behind you, pushing you against it the second it closes. His lips immediately attach to your neck again, leaving rough kisses against your skin. His fingers toy at the bottom of your dress, slowly but surely lifting the fabric up. He moves his focus to the sides of your panties, pulling down slightly on them, teasing you.

“P-please R-rob,” You whisper, barely able to get a word out between your heavy breaths.

“Please what?” Rob questions. “Tell me what you want, darling,” He commands.

“T-touch me, please,” You manage to get out.

Rob chuckles, and gets down on his knees. “Good girl, telling me what you want,” He says, looking up at you as he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulls them down, throwing them to across the room once they’re off of you.

His fingers find their way back to your core as he stands back up, and he begins to tease you.

“You’re so wet for me,” Rob says. His voice is smooth yet commanding. He pushes your back against the door again as his fingers dance around your entrance. “Is this what you want?” He asks.

You take a deep breath. “Yes,” You say back.

Rob takes his fingers away and before you could complain, grabs your wrist yet again, bringing you over to the bed. He gently nudges you and you let yourself fall back onto the covers as he crawls on top of you.

“Yes what?”

“Y-yes please.”

Rob presses a kiss to your lips and inserts his two middle digits into you, causing you to cry out in response. You feel your walls flutter around his fingers as his thumb circles your clit. His fingers pump in and out of you quickly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your back arches up off of the mattress as Rob’s pace quickens. He adds more pressure against your clit, swirling around faster and faster. You shut your eyes, not realizing that Rob had begun moving down your body.

His fingers leave your clit, and are suddenly replaced by his lips.

“Holy shit,” You cry out as his tongue flicks against your clit. His fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

He sucks at your core, taking you into his mouth. “You taste so good,” Rob mumbles against you, the vibrations of his words pulsing against your heat.

Your walls tighten around his fingers as you feel yourself growing closer to finishing.

“Rob I’m s-so close,” You say, his fingers hitting your G-spot and moving faster than they were before. “Sh-shit.” Rob doesn’t stop, despite how close he knows you are.

“Hold on for me, darling. I’m not done with you yet,” He says, taking his lips away from your clit, and removing his fingers from you. You shut your eyes groan at the emptiness. When you open your eyes again, you see Rob undoing his belt and pulling down his black trousers. He discards them to the side and begins to unbutton his white shirt.

Within a few seconds, he’s shirtless, with only his boxers left on, standing in front of you. He finally slips the boxers off, revealing his hardened member. He crawls back on top of you and pins your hands against your head. He lets go and grabs the bottom of your dress, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room.

Rob’s tongue darts out and licks his lips, taking you in. “Arch your back for me darling,” Rob demands, and you do as he says. He unclasps your strapless bra with one hand, tossing it to the side, and brings his other down to your clit.

“More, please,” You beg.

Rob smirks, and without warning fills you up completely. He pumps in and out of you quickly, rubbing your clit at the same time.

“Sh-shit,” Rob stutters, “You feel amazing.” His breathing his heavy. “You’re so tight.” His words alone could send you over the edge.

You can feel yourself getting closer. The build up from before had almost made you come, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

Rob lets out a list of profanities before his lips come crashing down onto yours. He bites your lower lip lightly as his rhythm picks up.

“I-I’m so close,” You cry out.

“You’re taking me so well, (Y/N), just hold on a bit longer for me, darling,” Robert whispers through labored breaths. “I-I’m close too.”

Rob’s pressure on your clit becomes heavier, and he speeds up. He pushes far into you, filling you up entirely, hitting you G-spot. You can feel yourself starting to unravel around him. His pace somehow speeds up even more, and you know he’s almost there.

He takes a deep breath and parts his lips. “Fuck,” He curses. “Come with me darling,” He manages to get out.

You suddenly feel a great release, seeing stars, as your walls tighten around him. You finally let yourself come undone. “Holy shit,” You cry out, and Rob comes with you.

His pace slows as your walls flutter around him a few more times. He pulls out and crashes down next to you on your right side. His arm wraps around you, pulling you onto your side and into his chest.

You laid there for a few minutes in silence, Rob peppering your exposed skin with light kisses. It’s calm and quiet. The world meant nothing. The club, your friend, the incident, life, it was all nothing when you were with Rob. It was just you and him.

“R-Rob,” You say, finally breaking the silence.

Rob smiles and kisses your forehead before responding. “Yes darling?”

“Are you,” You pause, suddenly hating yourself for starting to ask this question, but you knew you had to follow through, “Seeing anyone else? It’s fine if you are. I mean, I’m not and I haven’t been, but if you are it’s really okay I’m just-,”

You’re cut off as Rob’s lips crash against yours hungrily. He pulls apart from you and smiles.

“No, it’s just you, and it’s just been you since we started, well, this,” Rob confesses rather matter-of-factly.

You smile back at him, but his face changes. His smile disappears, and he seems more nervous.

“You’re the only one I think about,” Rob says. “I really like you, (Y/N),” But he shakes his head, as if those weren’t the right words. "It’s more than that, to be honest,” He says finally.

“It’s more than that for me too,” You say back, and the smile reappears on his face.

Rob swallows harshly. “So then, we’re more than just, friends,” Rob starts, his fore finger drawing circles on your shoulder “We’re dating. Is that alright with you?”

You smile widens. “That’s more than alright with me.”

She's the one I'm running with

She's my collar

Oh, she's my collar

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hello! kinda a random request but maybe the reader is a graduate student studying physics or something like that and is doing some sort of research paper and is very overworked and anxious and stressed out and neil calms them down and makes them comfortable (extra fluff here lol) and ends up staying up and writing the paper for them? also maybe some angst where the reader feels insecure about their intelligence and that they’re too stupid to be with neil?

Pairing: Neil (Tenet) x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: angst but also so sweet it wil rot your teeth :)

A/N: I apologize to all of my lovely followers for taking a short break! I’m absolutely obsessed with Niel so writing this was so much fun. I hope that you don’t mind but the reader is married to Neil, found it fit best for this fic. And they also requested for the ready to be gender neutral which I had forgotten until I was finished so I fixed that up. Sorry if there are any mistakes ): Thank you for requesting sweetie! <3

The blue light of Y/N’s laptop screen illuminated the room. They were hunched over a paper, scribbling down quick notes for her assignment that was due the next day. Their hand gripped tightly around the pencil as their eyes flicked back and forth from her paper and to the screen. Finally finishing the small paragraph, they released the pencil they once held so tightly that it left red marks on her fingertips and palm, their hands now running through their hair with a sigh of not relief but rather stress.

Niel had just arrived home from work when he entered the study room just by the front door to put down a couple things on the desk when he saw his partner still awake.

“You’re going to work yourself out.” Neil softly spoke, causing Y/N to jump in surprise of his presence.

“Nearly gave me a heart attack.” They whispered back before looking back to their screen. Neil frowned at the action, taking of his suit’s blazer and carefully setting it down on an arm chair. He walked behind them, snaking his arms around their body and kissing the top of their head. Y/N melted into his touch. His presence always seemed to remove all stress they previously had.

“What seems to be stressing you, love?” Neil questioned, looking to their laptop for answers.

“A physics paper.” They replied in a monotone voice.

“And how is it going along?” He raised a brow cheekily as he knew they only had written one sentence.

“Not good.” Y/N said through a pout.

“It’s only because you’re tired.” Neil tried to assure his significant other, spinning them around in the chair and looking at them. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“It’s due tomorrow, Neil. I need to get this done now.” They spoke rather annoyed, trying to turn the chair back around so they could continue. But Neil always seemed to be stronger than them, stopping the chair from turning. “I’m serious.”

“Me too. If you go to sleep now you can wake up early enough to finish this pesky paper.”

“You have a point.”

It wasn’t long after his convincing that Neil had ushered Y/N into bed and they were fast asleep. And Neil had decided to shower away the stress of work and eventually crawl into bed and get some rest.

But after his shower he found himself wandering to the kitchen for a cup of tea, passing the small office on his way back and looking at Y/N’s open laptop. He quietly walked in and sat at the computer, reading what they had written before he dragged them to bed. He set his cup of tea on one of the coasters, his hands now being occupied with typing up some words and finishing up their essay. He knew what the stress of school was like. And there was countless of times that he too had wished someone would write a paper for him. And when Y/N had shifted awake and walked into the office to finish the paper before the time it was due, they found a small sticky note on the screen of her laptop. Furrowing their eyebrows they peeled it off and read the words:

“Take a day off. You deserve it, Love.”

Y/N tilted their head before looking to the finished essay on her laptop, skimming over the words in awe at what he had done. Nobody had ever done such a nice thing. Tears brimmed their eyes before they ran to the bedroom where Neil slept, jumping into the cushions and close to Neil.

“I don’t deserve you.” They whispered softly. “Not nearly as smart as you either.”

Neil sighed before speaking, “You’re such a genius. There has been times where you have outsmarted me and I love it.” He said in a sleepy voice.

Y/N weakly smiled before laying down next to Neil, him pulling them close into his chest before the two drifted back to sleep and enjoy their day off.

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