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INDIE. SELECTIVE. PRIVATE. MUTUALS ONLY. 21+ ONLY. An independent account for Death Stranding 2 On the Beach; NEIL VANA. dark content and heavy topics ahead, along with untagged spoilers! not affiliated with the rpc. heavily headcanon based & ft. various verses. Personals DNI. written by: savvvy

a study in: the struggle of one's duality, being protective to a fault, loving someone who doesn't love back, being the victim of circumstance

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affiliates: @justdelivers , @m0naghan / @fortrauma , & @b3ached

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i did a baaaad thing, u can find it here

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i did a baaaad thing, u can find it here

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thought everyone should know i am terrified of open water and all things living in it fiction or not

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happy pride neil is demisexual and demiromantic

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lord have mercy i've done something terrible to my back

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sorry i've been in the modding trenches behold a bitch below

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“He hit like a bitch.” How quick he was to try and make a point, speaking in such a matter-of-fact tone, despite the blood that began to pool around the skin of his eye. Swollen, the bruising only getting worse by the minute, and despite the blood that began to dry upon his bottom lip, he’d pop a cigarette in the corner of his mouth as he’d speak. 

“Dude thinks he's tight with our fixer, heard him talking shit about you, saying he wants to steal this gig out from under us. Fuck that.” Adrenaline still had him wired, antsy, hands trembling as he’d try to light his cigarette. “No one fucks with you- no one fucks with us- I’ll go right back in there and make sure he spends the night with Trauma Team-”

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"Mhm." It was a simple, quiet response. A hum of a focused man as he tended to the dark swelling around his eye first and foremost. Cleaning away bits of blood and debris carefully. Ice packs might would reduce some of the swelling, numb the pain for now. It'd be hurting tomorrow. Neil knew that much.

"Someone always has something to say about me Sam, being the ex-corpo dog and all." Neil took the lighter from his partner's shaking hand. Flicking the flame to life and holding it steady beneath the end of his smoke till it glowed faintly with embers. Pocketing the lighter he reached out to gently tilt his chip skyward, Examining the split on his lip. Despite what transpired inside, the merc smiled. Charmed by the protective nature Sam has when it came to him. Came to them. "Easy, caro... forget about him. Let's get out of here. Go ice that shiner and clean that lip."

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"My clearance is a lot higher than theirs, so it doesn't matter whether or not they approve." Chris wasn't even sure if that was true, but he did know that they generally gave him whatever he asked for. Whatever it was that kept Neil working for them didn't matter when it came down to it. He needed people he could trust, and Neil's work spoke for itself—even if it wasn't necessarily the type of work Chris was happy to see him doing.

But Chris was patient as he waited for an answer from the other man—it was a big decision and one that would probably require a lot more paperwork than Chris wanted to do, but he was willing to do it. When Neil's answer came, Chris gave him a nod and said, "I'll take care of the rest." A few phone calls, some paperwork to sign… "Just tell me what you need from me and I'll get it."

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That he highly doubts. Perhaps Chris held that level of clearance over the BSAA in the very least. There weren't many figures that held authority over the faction of individuals who kept Neil pinned in place. A thought he allowed to pass without comment. They weren't here to discuss the corrupt politicians he ( now previously ) worked under.

"That's it?" He questioned, almost laughing at the simplicity of it all. Neil was excepting paper work, contracts, signatures... not to be in a position of requesting. "No... screenings or taking documentation? Seems to easy." The agent sat there for a moment. Seconds ticking by at a snails pace. Contemplating. What did he need? "I don't know. Not used to asking for anything... maybe a couple days off before you put me to work?"

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neil is my favorite romantic in all the world truly

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Neil Vana in Death Stranding 2: On The Beach (2025).

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❝ aw, baby. it’s cute when you’re jealous. ❞

It should have been excepted; watching strangers have their interest peaked at Higgs' presence. Bound to happen one day with a man as handsome as his lover. Tall, lean, vibrant. All things that drew eyes to him like a beacon at a glance. Top it all off with a pretty pair of blue eyes and quite a way with words, southern drawl alluring to those who didn't get to hear it often. Of course he'd have someone flocking over to him. Perhaps Neil wouldn't be so miffed to see someone chatting with his partner, if not for the fact the stranger smiled a little to wide and stood a little to close ( for his own comfort ), forcing him to interrupt them abruptly. An arm wrapping purposefully 'bout his lover's waist as he stood beside him.

The expression plastered across the older's face must have been sour enough ( showing every bit of his displeasure ) to run them off with a mousey dismissal. Neil gave a soft scoff as he watched on with a frown. Thoughts were intercepted by his partner's comment.

"I'm not jealous." A lie. They both know it. He sighed in defeat, leaning into the other, planting a few kisses to the corner of his lips. "Eh. Maybe a little. They were... too close. So..." Hand raised and wrist flicked. Gesturing as if he was swatting away a fly. "Sciò."

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WHAT KIND OF HERB ARE YOU?

Cardamom. You're lonely but it's okay. It's okay. It's okay. You've always been okay except you're not and somehow you've made yourself and everyone else around you believe that too. Connection to anyone is harder than you could have ever dreamed when you were young and unloved and invisible to everyone who was supposed to care about you and save you from the voiding hollowness in your chest, in your throat. You smile and say you're okay and you are, or at least you tell yourself you are, but is anyone even worried? You tell yourself that they are or maybe that it's good they aren't. You'll be okay, one day. One day.

tagged by: @m0naghan tagging: @rescuefield , @houndw0lf, @croftborn, @ofrequiem

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holds his face and forces a kiss on his cheeks and lips muah muah

Eyes squeezed close when hands grasped at either side of his face, smile breaking across his features as kisses were planted 'pon him. The act was reminiscent of his family's way of greeting and bidding farewell to one another and loved ones. A custom that his father had brought into their home, his mother told him. A kiss for both cheeks and one special for lovers.

Neil leaned into Sam's affections with an content hum as arms wrapped around his partner's form. Holding him flush against himself. It may have been his own mind at work in the moment, but he can't help but admire the way it felt as if the other fitted perfectly in his embrace. Their bodies slotting together. Like they were made for one another. Two pieces of a puzzle: the edges a bit worn, the art peeling, but fitted one another.

"Ciao, amore." He uttered against Sam's lips. Finally cracking open his eyes to look at the other. "I was just about to start dinner. Any requests? I'm feeling nice."

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i think neil could have done so much with his life if he was just given the chance and not fucked over by it from the ripe age of seven sobs

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sorry for the quite ive been playing barbie with my worst guy in cyberpunk and modding

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐃.