#this is so fun though

[whumpdoyoumean]

hi, I was wondering whether I could send something in for the numbers thing?

How about White collar and nr. 12?

Thank you so much!

xxx "Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

"Hey, honey."

Peter looks up at the sound of Ellie's voice, straightening in the hospital chair. She looks tired, worry etched into her features, but still beautiful, as always. Still composed and put together, her very presence a balm for Peter's frayed nerves. He, on the other hand, is an absolute mess. He's still in his suit pants and dress shoes, but is wearing half a pair of scrubs in lieu of his white shirt and jacket and tie. They'd been covered in blood—Neal's blood (some of it is still trapped under his nails and down near his cuticles)—when they got to the hospital. Multiple staff members tried to convince Peter to go home and change while Neal was in surgery, but when it became clear that he wasn't going anywhere, someone had finally offered him the pale green scrub top. The tie is the greatest loss. Ellie had gotten it for Peter for his one year anniversary at the Bureau.

"How is he?" Ellie asks, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Well, he made it through surgery," Peter says. "Hasn't woken up yet. They're keeping a close eye on him the next few days to make sure there are no complications, no bleeding that they missed..."

"And how are you?"

Peter takes a deep breath, scrubbing one hand over his face. He doesn't even know how to begin answering that question. He's been scared for Neal before. But today had been different. Neal, bleeding out under Peter's hands, crying out as Peter ignored his pleas pressed down on the wounds to try and slow the flow of blood. The only thing worse than the agonized sounds had been the silence that followed, when Neal lost consciousness. He knows that silence is going to be haunting his nightmares for a while to come.

He finally answers as honestly as he can. "I think I'll be okay once he's out of the woods. Or, I'll be a little better, anyway; I think it might take some time to get to okay again after today."

Ellie bends down and pulls Peter into a hug. The tears are flowing before Peter can try to stop them.

-

Other than the occasional medical professional stepping in to check in, it's just Peter and Neal again. Ellie had stayed for as long as the ICU staff would let her. The only reason Peter wasn't kicked out with her is because nobody wants to argue with the FBI badge. Ellie had asked Peter if he wanted to go home with her, just for a bit. She hadn't pushed when he said no. In that moment, Peter had never loved her more.

He looks over at Neal's sleeping form. There's a cannula in his nose and IVs in both elbows, and one more in the back of his hand. A pulse ox rests on the pointer finger of the opposite hand. He looks fragile, with his pale, scruffy face and bags under his eyes, propped up in the hospital bed against pillows that Peter knows from experience are less than comfortable. Certainly not the kind of luxury Neal is used to. His pillowcases are probably silk, or maybe Egyptian cotton with an absurdly high thread count.

He's still musing on this when Neal's eyebrows twitch into a sleepy frown, and he makes a small sound.

"Neal?" Peter says, reaching forward and placing his hand on the arm nearest him.

Neal's breathing picks up a little, his eyes moving beneath the lids, and he lets out something like a whimper. Peter leaves his hand in place, running his thumb across Neal's skin.

"Neal," he says again, and Neal's eyes open. There's a confused haze, lingering effects from the anesthetic, but his eyes are open and if he hadn't just almost died and then had emergency surgery, Peter would hug him. "Hey, bud."

"Peter." It sounds painful and scratchy. Neal swallows thickly. "You okay?"

"Am I okay?" Peter says, and he wants to laugh and cry all at the same time. "I'm fine, Neal!"

"Tompkins was shooting at you," Neal rasps, as if he hadn't been the one to actually take two bullets from Tompkins's gun.

"Yeah, but he didn't hit me, Neal. I'm okay."

Neal nods slowly. His eyelids are already growing heavy again.

"Go ahead and rest," Peter says gently.

Neal's eyes slip shut, and then snap open again with a small gasp.

"What if he tries to come after you here?" The words are slurred and heavy, but the urgency is clear. "You should go."

"Jones and Diana got him, remember?" Peter smiles. "He won't be going after me, or you, or anyone else for that matter, for a very long time. Everything's okay, Neal. Go back to sleep."

Neal's face relaxes and he closes his eyes. When he opens them again, Peter will be right here.

xxx

[capricorncorvette]

This jacket just gives me Knight Rider vibes

I feel so confident in this jacket

This meeee

[st4r-t3ars]

Sleepy Fox time

[ramstouux3]

YOU TERRORIZE ME

Song I made if anyone’s interested muhehehe.. ignore the jumps that don’t line up, I was too lazy to fix them :P

[javajamboree]

"gee I'm so glad I found a spare moment to watch devil m-" [gets shot 57 times in the chest]

Yeah I didn't make it past episode 1 before I had 13 essays and presentations to do

But hey I'm back at it like a crack addict and I need Mary like water

Also why does sparda look like hexgod Viktor

Why is Mary tweaking tf out about Dante being interracial he didn't do shit but use an ancient weapon as a cute accessory

[caitas-cooing]

More styling recommendations from the event, this time it suggested black gown

[fluffylixie]

[fuzzyfeltmemories]

just spent two hours trying to figure out the cabaret's underground layout just to answer an ask on the amip ask blog

[askalexvjohnson]

Oh goodie! You're on here too now!

Here, since I gave Keegan some awhile ago, have some chocolate crayons. :)

-🖍

( I've been waiting for an Ajax blog lol, good to see someone made one! Have fun with it! )

Th... They have chocolate flavored crayons?? It wasn't just a color? Well, thank you. I'm eating the blue one first.

[keymintt]

projection

[bug-s0da]

blehhh...

i made an aa/lawyersona of @snapscube :3 we all know and love the lawyer+silly girl duos of ace attorney but it's about time the silly girl became the lawyer

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF circus baby is still Michael’s little sister

[soaked-doors]

"Don't try to find a reason for somebody's love!"

[naeella]

Camping under the starlight... 🌠

[eggbem]

Post Villain-of-the-Week-Scuffle Nap.

Good morning everyone! (Welcome to my seminar!) Here's some Portal Duo snuggling to start off your day! What's the point of having the ability to draw turtles if you don't indulge in the softest of fluff once in a while?

Just ignore the fact that, with Leo's canon bed setup, there's really no room for Raph to be standing on the other side. How's he doing that? Magic ig.

(I feel like this goes without saying, but you never know: T-cest, do NOT interact; I will punt you to the moon.)

[captain-astors]

Redraw of that one variant cover for Uncanny X-Men #3. I love Nightcrawler dearly.