【A Neil Vana x Reader】
【 Act 1 】
【 Under Pressure 】
Synopsis: It didn't take long for them to come back to you, you'd always be dragged back over the bridge. Its just this time, you have a pair of the palest green eyes following you.
Rating: Mature, will go up.
Tags: Neil Vana x reader, No use of Y/N, Scientist Reader, Forced proximity, Enemies to friends to lovers, Pre-Canon, Canon divergent, Eventual romance, Eventual smut.
wc: 2.6K
Chapters: Chapter 1
Tag list:@probablyreadinsmut
The metro was quiet, thankfully. The seat by the door called to you as you entered the dull tram. A heavy sigh left your lips; it’s been a long fucking day. At this hour most people were already home. A few stragglers like yourself, sparsely appeared on the train. There was a giggle coming from one end of the tram. You glance to see a young girl, no older than 6 or 7, leaning over the back of the bench, peering into the darkness of the tunnel. You could just make out the passing of pillars from the yellow light of the interior of the tram. Her mother, too busy reading whatever was on her phone. It was just the three of you in this carriage.
It's been a while since you’ve seen a child. A few months possibly. A small smile graces your lips. It was nice to see children, but you’d often end up feeling sorry for them. Not many babies being born means lonely children. The number of debates you’ve seen and have been a part of about whether we should have kids or not could give you a headache. You never really were a fan of kids but seeing them sad pulled something in your chest. The girl was looking at you now. Her bright brown eyes stare inquisitively; she smiles and waves. You can’t help but return it, a little twinkle of your fingers. She mimics you.
The tram comes to a holt; the mother quickly ushers her daughter off onto the platform. She waves again, smiling the whole time. A warm feeling blesses your heart.
Maybe you did like kids. Just a little.
The rest of the ride home wasn’t noteworthy. You’d often wonder why you picked an apartment so far from the science division, but it was cheaper, and you’re not bothered to move any closer. After fighting with the lock for the hundredth time. Your humble abode awaits you. It might not be much but it’s home. You pass by the kitchen counter, opening your phone, dialing the number you know so well and placing it on the counter. The ring goes out longer than it should have. There’s the bubbling again, but you know it’s for nothing.
“Hey, this is Morgan. I lost my phone again” You smile. He was always forgetting something. “so you’ll have to leave a message!”
You pause, “Hey, Mog. Today was rough, guess who has to go all the way across the fucking country with some asshole you just meet.” Turning to the kitchen you open the fridge, grabbing whatever prepped meals you left yourself in times of crisis. Today was chili, his favorite.
“Not only that, but they also expect me to continue this bull with Hades. You know how that ended, like how everything does in this world.” You could feel the rage build, the darkness fester. “It would be great if you called, or fuck. Even better if you’d come back. I hope you’re enjoying your time on the fucking beach, you God damn fucking prick-”
“Voice mail has ended”
“Fuck you too then”
Maybe you should take Lucy up on those sessions. That’s a problem for another time, as for right now, you just want to sleep.
The sounds of the ocean stir you.
The sand below your feet shifts with the gentle breeze.
You open your eyes. It’s familiar, like a memory engraved into your skull.
You’re on the fucking beach.
It’s always the same, the same dark sand, the same dull ocean. You’re wearing the same white dress. But this time, you’re not alone.
“Here comes the sun, Doo-d-doo-doo
Here comes the sun
And I say, "It's all right"
It’s a child, a boy. Why is he here? Who is he? There's no word to describe the utter confusion you’re feeling. As you slowly approach him, he doesn’t look up at you. He continues to sing to himself as he makes what looks like a small sandcastle. Lost in his own little world.
“Little darling,
It's been a long, cold, lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been here”
He’s small, probably around 4 or 5. As you stop about a meter in front of him. He looks up at you, with these dazzling green eyes. A toothy smile makes its way onto his pudgy face.
“Do you like my ‘andcastle?” There's a th in castle when he says it, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing on the beach really matters.
“Yeah, really cool, you build that all by yourself?”
“Yeah! Wish it was bigger” His gaze returns to his half-finished castle. “I like the beach, but I don’t like ‘and”
There's a smile on your face, “But you’re making a sandcastle.” His little green eyes look muddled, then he looks intensely at his castle, he really ponders this.
You need to know. “What’s your name?”
He doesn’t respond, he’s back in his own world. You kneel to meet his height. “Hey, what’s your name sweetheart?” He finally looks at you blankly before turning to face the ocean.
You follow; there the titan stands. Her piercing blue eyes stare straight at you.
Amelia can always see you.
You light a cigarette on the tram into work, it’s your third this morning. That’s a record, better keep it from Lu. If a BT doesn’t take you out on this trip, cancer probably will.
Could be a blessing.
There was something about that dream that unnerved you to your core. They’ve always been the same. You end up on the beach, shadows walk past you like the damned, Amelia shows up and that’s it.
No little boy.
No sandcastles.
Amelia never looks at you.
Maybe it was meeting her for the first time. Maybe, her touching you set off some sudo-psychic connection or something. Anything. It could be stress. Jesus, maybe you’re finally starting to lose it. The DOOM is starting to take effect. That’s not something you want to think about. Ok. Talking to Lu is starting to look more and more like a good idea.
When you got to your building, Heartman was already waiting for you by your office. His pleasant smile puts you at ease, even if it was for a short time.
“You’re lucky, I just came back online.”
“You have any luck finding them? “Opening the door to your office, He appeared in a flash.
“Sadly no. But I think I saw someone fall over this time, that was something.” You consider telling him about your dream, but that would have opened up a whole can of worms that you’re not mentally equipped to deal with at this present time.
“Well, there’s always next time.” You say that every time.
“There’s always next time” He always replies.
There’s always next time until there isn’t.
“You’re probably curious about this new endeavor of yours” He says.
“Oh no, I haven’t put any thought to it whatsoever.” You quip as you sit down in your chair. It’s too big for you.
“Hm” He chuckles. “Well, it’s simple really. You go out, you collect the samples you need, and you come back. There’s not much too it” He says this like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
“Oh yeah, and all the BT’s, the bandits, the hazardous terrain and we can’t forget the timefall is all just little bumps on the road.” You shrug “Not to mention, I have to spend the guts of 2 months with a man that already thinks I’m as useful as the rock he will eventually hurl at me.”
Heartman stares at you with the same bemused look he always gives you. “With that attitude, he will be hurling a lot more than a rock” He taps the pod on his chest. “I know this isn’t what you had planned for, or what you would hope for.” He makes his way around your desk. Leaning on the desk, you assumed it was his own desk he was sitting on. “But I think this could be good for you. Great for your research, but also good for you.” His finger meets your collar bone.
“Oh, great you’re starting to give me life advice now.” You slouch in your chair. Hands meeting your face. “You know, you and Lucy would have a field day talking about how I should be improving my life”
He calls your name. The serious tone throws you off, you look at him. There’s concern written all over his face. “I know you’ve had a rough time of it. I understand better than most. Grief will stricken you, immobilize you but you can’t let it consume you.” This is rich coming from the guy who keeps killing himself to find his family. But you say nothing. You just stare at the blank wall.
“I know, Carl… I know.”
His eyes soften before he gets up, rounding the table again. “If you need anything, just call. I’ll project at any research center you come across, even on the road, just give me a call and I’ll answer.” He smiles at you again, no matter what he says or does, he always has a way of calming you down. He’s been there for you from the start. You don’t know what you’d do without him. It could bring tears to your eyes; you will them away. You’ve gotten good at that.
“Thank you, Carl.” That’s all you can manage.
“You’re welcome, I’ll see you tomorrow morning” And he’s gone.
“And then he said ‘I don’t need a civie to slow me down’, First off sir, I’ve actually been outside. Does he think all we scientists do is sit on our asses every day?” You pace around Lucy’s office; it’s become common practice for you. Lucy sits relaxed in her chair opposite you. She’s smiling with a cup of coffee in her hand. In her ‘I love lucy’ mug you gave her one Christmas a few years back. She insisted it was an immature gift, but you’ve only seen her use that mug.
“Well, not many people know what you scientists get up too. For all he knows you’re creating some Frankenstein’s monster in the SC building.” She chuckles.
“You’re not helping. I have to spend weeks, WEEKS, with this prick. Yeah sure, he’s kinda cute. In a ‘I haven’t slept in years’ way but that does not beat his attitude” Now that gets her attention.
“So, you think he’s cute?” Her brow rises with a smirk.
You stop in your tracks, glaring daggers. Finding your seat again, you flare “Hey now, he’s not BAD looking. His friend is the more handsome one really.” But he didn’t have those remarkable big green eyes.
“A lot of people would say the same thing about your attitude.” She got you there. Your brazenness has gotten you in more trouble than you’d care to admit. You wouldn’t have gotten far in this field without it though. “It is natural to feel apprehensive about this whole ordeal. You just meet the man, right?” You nod. “So, you’ll feel suspicious, particularly if Miss Strand is involved.” You shiver.
“Don’t mention her. There’s always been something about her that I don’t like.” Lucy gives you a probing look.
“I’m not sure why, there’s just this…. distance too her. Like she’s outside the realm of the rest of us.” And the whole, you’ve seen her 100-foot self in your dreams for years. Now she’s even acknowledging you.
“I haven’t meet her, so I can’t say. She is one of the most powerful persons in the UCA and bridges so that can add to your anxiety.”
“I hope you don’t have the pleasure of meeting her. It’s like she looks at you as if you’re some sort of little pet she’s taken some interest in. Maybe she should get a fucking dog.”
Lu laughs, “You always have some creatives comment to say about others. Have you ever thought of getting into writing?”
You roll your eyes. “Oh god, I wouldn’t plague the world with such absurd thoughts. I doubt many would care about what I have to say about the state of the world.”
“I’d care.”
You smile warmly at her. “Of course you have to care, if you didn’t, I’d be having some choice words with you as I threw you out the window.” Both of you laugh at that. She might come off a bit cold, harsh even, but you loved her, and she loved you. That’s all you need.
You should tell her about your dream, but you can’t really find the words to describe it. You want to, really, really want to. But you can’t.
“What’s the name of this prick? So, I know to avoid him” You smirk at your friend.
“Neil Vana, I think? Kinda sounds like Nirvana. His parents were fans I’d reckon. He had this accent, it sounded European. Italian maybe? Could be Spanish though.” You’d listen to Nirvana from time to time, but they remined you of Morgan too much so you stopped.
Looking back at Lucy, she gave you a hardened stare. That took you back. “Hey, lulu. You, ok?”
She didn’t say anything for a bit before looking at her hand. At that cancer scar carved there. “Yes, I’m fine” You didn’t believe a word of that.
“You know, for someone who talks about therapy and ‘bottling one’s feelings leads to breakdowns’. You tend to do that a lot.”
You can see her grip on the cup tightens. She glares with her warm hazel eyes, but they temper, she can’t be cold with you. “Maybe I’m just a hypocrite.”
“Maybe you’re just as flawed and fucked up as the rest of us.” Now she gives you a real smile, a genuine one. A smile you only give when you’re alone.
“Maybe I am. Not at fucked up as you though”
“Ohhhh Ouch.” You smirk. “But you’re close enough”
Then the door opens.
You jolt, whipping around to see a man. A man holding flowers? Oh, so this is the guy. He’s cute, in a rough around the edge’s way. Looks like he works with his hands judging by the crazy biceps he has.
“Erm-“ He sheepishly steps back. Dark blue eyes darting from the two of you back to the hallway. “I can come back later” His voice is rough. Like he hardly uses it.
Your gaze is met with the shocked wide-eyed look of Lucy. She’s all red, oh now this was juicy. You smile devilishly at her before turning back to the mystery man. “Oh no, I was just finished.” You grab your purse, winking at the mortified woman before you. Trekking across the room, eyes trained on the man. “Lulu, I’ll call you later.” Just as you pass him, he brushes your shoulder.
In an instant. You’re back on the beach.
It’s you, and now him. Standing there, staring. There’s a baby’s cry.
Then you’re back.
You freeze. Both of you stare at each other for a moment. Shock clear in both of your eyes. He saw that too.
“Sam?”
He turns back to Lucy. “Yeah, Lu. Sorry” he says gruffly. You meet her puzzled gaze before making a quick exit down the hall.
You’re not going to unpack that right now. If ever if you have a say in it. You have too much on your plate to be dealing with what ever bullshit that was with this ‘Sam’ guy. Just one more thing to add to the shit list you’ve unfortunately started to accumulate.
Right now, you just have to focus on tomorrow morning.
【A Neil Vana x Reader】
【 Act 1 】
【 All eyes on me 】
Synopsis: It didn't take long for them to come back to you, you'd always be dragged back over the bridge. Its just this time, you have a pair of the palest green eyes following you.
Rating: Mature, will go up.
Tags: Neil Vana x reader, No use of Y/N, Scientist Reader, Forced proximity, Enemies to friends to lovers, Pre-Canon, Canon divergent, Eventual romance, Eventual smut.
wc: 2.5K
Chapters: Chapter 2
『It was nothing.
Until it was something.』
“I think the beach is real”
“Oh?” The half picked out Caesar salad long forgotten as you meet the hazel gaze of the tall woman seating in front of you. Lucy, or Lulu to you. She had a sharpness to her; she was as blunt as a butter knife but that’s half the reason you two became friends. She told it as it was. She wasn’t afraid to stick up to your attitude. You challenged her when she needs someone to set her straight.
“What’s got you getting so philosophical.”
“I meet someone. He’s…. helped me understand it better” You could have helped her. That would risk everything for you.
“How did he manage to do that. I’ve been trying to show you for years and all I get is you looking at me like a case study.” You’ve traded the salad for a cigarette.
“I can’t say much but he’s shown me so much.” She has this softness to her. You don’t see this much anymore.
It’s nice.
“How’s the research going? You look like you haven’t slept, and you’ve barely finished your food.” Nothing gets past her does it. She has the uncanny ability to turn any conversation into a session.
“It’s fine” Theres that look “I’m serious, it’s fine. I need to run by some samples, but I can’t find them in the Bridges system. They’re too specific for my needs and no one is willing to go retrieve them.”
“What exactly do you need that no one can go get for you?”
“I need samples of Chiralium” You forced a response. It wasn’t entirely untrue, but she didn’t need to know that.
You could tell she wanted to challenge that but you’re thankful she didn’t. Its already hard enough to explain to your colleagues.
There’s a ding from Lulu’s phone, just as she checks it, she’s up. Pained expression gracing her delicate features.
“Sorry, I have to take this. I’ll call you later” She was gone as soon as she spoke. Already forwarding some credits for you to pay with.
Who ever this guy was, he’s got her hooked.
“Oi, Doc”
Well, there goes your perfect concentration. With a slight jolt of your hand, your prized microscope goes off kilter. Turning with a blazing look, there stands your tiresome coworker, Mikey as he would prefer to be called. He leaned against the table, merely centimeters away from you. God, you can smell his cheap cologne. You’d hoped with his wondering eye finding the new lab assistant, Giselle. He’d finally leave you alone. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
“What Michael.” There was a tightness in your voice, maybe it would make him go away.
With a roll of his eyes, he pushed away from your personal space. “No need to give me that look. Big man needs you, sounded like it was important.”
Now that was interesting.
Gathering your supplies, you’ve mastered the art of packing as many objects into your handbag as possible. You didn’t have long to catch him before he goes offline again.
Getting through the large campus was a breeze, from outside of the science division of the OC, it looks imposing, sterile, void of any sort of life. The LED white lights hummed as the click clack of your short heels made their way on the concrete. For most people, the off-white walls and cool lighting were claustrophobic. For you, it was calming. Like nothing really changes here. It saved you from the chaos of the outside world.
You’ve had enough of the outside for a lifetime.
Finally, the head office was in sight. Just as you pass into the foyer, there’s a group of what looked like heavily armed men, the security division. Why would they need to be here? Oh well, not your problem.
As you round the corner, you see the familiar black door with a “Dr. Carl Hartsen” placed neatly to the right. You faintly tap your index finger on the door. Nothing. He must not be online yet. You make your way in anyway.
The room was empty. It looks like it’s hardly been used. Almost in perfect condition really. As you make it to the desk, there’s a quieten ding. Coming from above you. A small projector comes to life as a blue tinted figure appears out of nowhere behind the desk. He’s neatly dress, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The orange device attached to his chest, beeping softly. A reminder of his fate.
“Ah, Hello. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” The tall, wiry hologram of smiles calmly, knowingly.
“It’s ok sir, I’m sorry I haven’t gotten the recent reports written up. This data has been kicking my ass harder than I expected”
“We’ve been over this, no need to be so formal.”
“I don’t think saying ‘ass’ in front of your superior is formal”
“Well, as formal as you are. I’m not a “sir” anymore, not to you anyway. We’re equals now.” He makes his way around the desk, to stand beside you. Leaning against the table. The blue of his hologram illuminating the room around you. “Besides, you’re making me sound old”
“Ah well, carl-Heartman. I would even dream of doing that.” Feigning insult, you smile. “I’m still getting used to being promoted business. I can’t believe I have to boss around all the assistants; they all look at me like kicked puppies.”
“Don’t let it get to you; it toughens them up really” Giving you a cheeky wink. “Anyway, I didn’t call you here for an update on your promotion. I-Well, how do a put this” He looks away sheepishly from you. He was not one to beat around the bush.
“You’re needed in a meeting with head office. It’s…. very important that you go.” There was a hint of pity in his brown eyes.
“What kind of meeting? Why am I only being told of this meeting now?” The familiar flare of anxiety bubbles in your chest. You push it away with anger.
“Not one I can openly discuss here. I will be with you, but she will be doing most of the talking.” She? There’s a pause. The beeping on his chest quickens “Shit, I don’t have much time.” Heartman’s lips purse as he looks away and back to you. Like he’s mulling something over in his head.
“ You-“
A knock startles both of you. You really were jumpy today. Maybe lay off the caffeine.
“Come in” Heartman straightens up with a cough.
The door revealed an older man, clothed in a black dress suit. He looked important. You bite the inside of your cheek. The bubbles only got worse.
“Heartman” The unknown man nods to the hologram beside you before turning his sharp gaze to you, addressing you with some force. “They’re ready to see you”
Your nervous eyes meet Heartman’s; he smiles softly at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right there in a few minutes” With that he disappears.
The walk to the conference room was quiet and tense. The man in black didn’t even turn to acknowledge you as you both left the room. Rude. It wasn’t a long walk but it almost like you were being chaperoned to your own doom. That gnawing feeling in your chest only grows more apparent. Not now. You can almost feel the ink in your veins drip from your fingers. Like the darkness could swallow you at any moment.
Jesus Christ, not now.
When you finally get to the room, you really wish it would.
There, by the head of the table stood another formal looking man, well combed brown hair in a navy-blue suit. All American, all sleaze. His smile reminded you of a shark, too many teeth. He stared at you like you were some sort of insect on display. Like he could crush you in an instant.
But nothing he could do would compete to the woman sitting beside him. Right at the center of the table, she sat there with a warm smile and cold eyes. Blond hair perfect, signature red dress prominent against the greys of the room around her.
There sat the queen herself.
AmelieStrand.
“Thank you for joining us on such short notice, please have a seat” Her voice light and airy. With a level of sophistication that you would never achieve in your lifetime.
This can’t be real. You’ve entered the lion’s den.
Heartman you better get your ass in here right now.
“Erm-Thank you ma’am.” It almost felt painful to make your way to an empty seat nearest to the door. You didn’t even notice there was two other men in the room. Both sat on the side of the table opposite the door.
All eyes were on you.
The two men looked to be in combat gear. The same as the the troops stationed outside. Why would they be here? What kind of meeting is this? Where was Heartman?
The first of the men was tanned, probably Hispanic, eyes as black as his slicked back hair. He was handsome, very handsome. Perfectly chiseled jawline, with a 5 o’clock shadow that would have others flocking to him. He smiled at you, now that was a sight.
You almost didn’t notice the most strikingly pale green eyes staring at you from beside the ridiculously handsome man. Ok, now you’re staring.
Amelia called your name. Her blue eyes bore into yours, like she was trying to find something within them. You squirm in your seat.
“Excellent, we’ll proceed. Now, I’ve called you all here for a matter of-”
“Excuse me Ma’am. Please forgive me but I was told Heartman would be here. Should we wait for him” There’s no way you’d be doing this without him.
You can see the man beside Amelia’s eye twitch. Though, she herself just smiled politely.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be here in a few moments. You can catch him up on anything he’s missed.” She stands. That’s the end of that.
“I assume you all are wondering why I’ve called you here. I’ll keep this short.” Gesturing to you “I’ve read your paper on ‘How death has changed DNA’, amazing work. Your work on the creation of beached things, is next to none I’ve read. Your involvement in Project Hades was remarkable”
Hades. Of course, she called you here because of that disaster. The unpleasant memories begin to surface. You can feel your fingernails dig into your palm.
Amelia makes her way towards you. Her gold neckless jingles with her smooth movement. A feeling of unease carries through you. Her compliments felt hollow.
“That is why I need you to go to Washington DC to retrieve the last remains of the first BT.”
…
..
.
What.
You could feel yourself twisting rapidly to face her, disbelief clear on your face. This can’t be real. She can’t be serious. A quick glance at the two men, shows they share in her astonishment.
“Ma’am with all due respect, my paper was just a theory into the creation of beached things and how genetics plays into their conception. I haven’t been able to prove anything in any concrete way. The Hades project was a complete failure-”
She cuts you off. “That is why you need those samples. I believe with the right materials and time. You can make it work. I can provide you with all the resources to get you to your destination.”
“Madam Strand, thank you for this offer but I can’t go out there. I’m not a porter. I don’t have the skills to even get to Nevada without getting myself into a voidout.” Or worse.
“That’s why they’re here.” Strand finally sets her gaze to the two-man watching silently. “Alejandro, may you introduce yourself and your companion.”
“Ehum, Of course Madam.” Mr. Handsome straightens up. “Hola, my name is Alejandro Torres. I’m the lead operative for security for Bridges. This is my compatriot, Neil Vana. He’s one of the most skilled Porters in the business.” Torres, smiles as he claps the shoulder of the pale man. He looked like he would rather be doing anything else than be here. His green eyes darting between Torres and Ameila. Before ultimately landing on your own. You bristle; his gaze is almost unnerving.
“Neil” That got his attention. He gapes wide eyed at the woman in red. She was standing directly beside you now. “I need you to accompany her on this expedition. She’ll need an expert porter to make it there and back.”
His eyes darted between yourself and Amelia. Dark brows furrow in confusion. “I can do this job on my own.” His voice was soft; you would almost have to strain to hear it. He also has a slight accent. “I don’t need a civie slowing me down”
Ouch, rude much? He wasn’t exactly wrong. Though you could do without the cheek. Before you got a chance to retort.
“She’ll need to collect data along the way, and I’m not sure about you but I don’t think you would know what you’re looking for Mr Vana.” Thank God, Finally Heartman makes an appearance. Neil makes a face but doesn’t say anything.
“Forgive my delay. I had to go offline for a bit. You understand. I’m Heartman by the way. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gentleman. I would shake your hands but-” He pushes his hologram hand through the table.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Heartman. I’m glad you could make it but unfortunately, I must take my leave. Agent Jefferson will fill you in on the details. I’ll meet you two at the exit port in two days, at 0600 hours.”
Just as she leaves, she gives your shoulder a squeeze. It felt cold.
After what felt like hours, you can leave the conference room. The rest of the meeting was a blurr, you didn’t really focus on anything other than the fact that you had to leave the town in two days. It’s been 3 years since you stepped foot outside. You bite your cheek again, wincing at the pain. It was something to focus on.
“Hey, Doc. Got a minute?” The smooth deep voice of Alejandro strolls towards you. Alone this time.
You and Heartman exchange glances, you give the taller man a nod. “I’ll meet you back in my office tomorrow morning. Rest well.” As he vanished you turned back to Alejandro.
“Don’t mind my friend, he’s a bit una reina de hielo. He’s a good man really. Just give him time.” You don’t doubt Alejandro, but that doesn’t change the fact you’re going to have to deal with him for weeks until he warms up to you. If he ever will.
“I’m sure he is, but he’s right. Going out to the next state is one thing, across the country is a whole other story.” You could use a cigarette.
“Don’t discredit yourself yet, Doctora. You don’t know what your capable of” With a smirk and wink, the tall dark man makes his way down the hall.
Miss girl (Lucy) was doing too much projection tbh. Also, I don’t think she was working with Neil. Her tablet was off 90% of time, she was always cautious about electronics and etc. when they had conversations. So was Neil. I think they both formed a some sort of “Bridges-resistance” based on events of their childhood/Neil hatred for “Bridges”. 90% of their dialog was remotely about f*cking Bridges up. So I think she wasn’t Neil therapist, she was using it as a cover up for their meetings and planing the escape.
Also I still think she asked Neil to delete photos not because of her relationships with Sam, but because she was paranoid about Bridges finding out about their meetings outside of her cabinet. She even asked him to check the car outside, girl was serious about it.
I’m always up to criticise Lucy for malpractice and bagging two baddies in the process, but still, in reality she wasn’t working with Neil on anything outside of figuring out if she still support “Bridges” or not.
NOT WITH SAM THOUGH, GIRL HOW CAN U DATE YOUR PATIENT
Tbh that would make more sense if they were working with each other on a anti government kind of way and use the therapy sessions as a cover up but if that is the case, idk if my critical thinking is fried but they didn't really advertise that was the case. Sometimes kojima it would be great if you made things a little clearer 🤣 just a small bit pls 🙏
With her being paranoid, you could just chalk that to her cheating on her husband and being worried about getting caught.
Tbh with how gorgeous Neil is I don't blame her. My turn next 😈🤣
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Ofc! I'd love to help if you need it! I can give you my discord, it's ciara_cat. Or you can message me on tumblr here! 🤩
The portrayal of white people who have been violently separated from their own culture stealing the power of black culture and music to try to get reconnected was SO literal and somehow not at ALL heavy-handed or trite. Fkn remarkable.
Lads if yous are looking for a similar Irish immortal asshole, but make him morally grey. May I introduce you to my main man. Mad Sweeney from American gods.
He's equally as tragic but not as evil. He's just a really tall leprechaun.
Edit: I just realised there's a third immortal irish asshole, technically he's not ancient but he's still immortal and irish
stormborns
ellievsbear
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
baratheonpilled
titsay
vaporwave
2087
andulkaphoto
