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[set-phasers-to-whump]

Day 9: Creation Prompt - "Stay with me"

whumpee: peter sutherland

fandom: the night agent

hi here's another night agent fic! sorry it's a bit short but i was Employed for longer than expected today and consequently cut down on this a bit. i am still kinda pleased w it though, hope you enjoy! also note that this is set pretty soon after the events of the show.

She’s curled up on the couch, idly flipping through a magazine, when she gets the call. She doesn’t recognize the number, but she knows the area code. 202. Washington, DC. 

Peter?

It’s a little soon for him to be calling, she thinks. She’s no expert, but she’d been expecting him to be in his super-secret undisclosed location for a month, maybe. Three weeks at the least. A week and a half just seems too short for him to already be back in the country. 

She picks up anyway. The call could be a myriad of other things, and if that thing turns out to be bad, well, better to know now. Anyway, it’d take even the most determined hacker well over two days of continuous work to find her location from this phone. She’s safe, relatively speaking. 

“Hello?”

“Is this Rose Larkin?” She doesn’t know the voice. It sounds female, professional. 

“Who is this?”

“This is Dr. Grosse from Sibley Memorial Hospital in Washington, DC.”

Fuck. This…can’t possibly be good. 

“Yes?”

“I’m calling because you’re listed as the emergency contact for Peter Sutherland. He was brought into our hospital earlier today and is currently in surgery.”

Her heart is pounding. A thousand questions run through her mind - how bad is it, what is it, when had he made her his emergency contact - and she can’t figure out which to ask first. 

“Is he…”

“He’s in surgery. I’m afraid I can’t tell you more than that at the moment.”

“Okay…okay, thanks.”

Rose hangs up. 

An hour later she’s on a flight across the country, fervently hoping that she’s not too late. 

--

She arrives in DC to good news - the doctor had called her back while she’d been in the air, and had left a message informing her that Peter is out of surgery and doing well, as of - she checks the voicemail’s timestamp - an hour ago. 

She calls back immediately, already in the backseat of a cab, needing to have the words spoken to her in real time. Never mind that she won’t really believe them until she actually sees him. 

She bursts through the hospital doors like a whirlwind and makes a beeline for the front desk. 

“I’m here to see Peter Sutherland,” she says, slapping her drivers’ license onto the faux marble surface. 

She illegibly signs the visitors’ log, illegibly prints her name on the paper nametag, and is led to the room by the same doctor she’d spoken to on the phone, who says that Peter is still fine but sleeping. 

The doctor leaves her at the door to his room - private, which is unexpected but nice - and she takes a moment to look at him through the small glass window. 

She hadn’t known how much she’d miss him, this man she’d known for less than a week, until that first night when she’d been in California and he’d been god-knows-where, and since then there has been this ache inside of her, up until this very moment, when she sees his face. 

There’s a bandage on his cheek and his arm is in a cast, held in a sling suspended away from his body. He’s too still, too small. The ache returns, in a slightly different shape. 

She opens the door. 

She knows what she’s expecting - for him to wake up, snap those eyes open like the highly-trained government operative he is. So when absolutely nothing happens, she’s worried. 

She approaches him cautiously, like a wounded animal. She doesn’t quite know why. And then she just looks at him. 

His face is littered with small scratches and bruises and the skin is unnaturally pale. The only other visible bit of skin is his hand, sticking out from the cast covering his lower arm. One of the nails is broken and the knuckles are bruised to hell. 

Someone did this to him, she knows, with sickening certainty. Anger flares up in her chest. He’d been gone for less than two weeks and this had happened? 

She wants to find the person responsible and make them pay. She wants to march herself down to the FBI headquarters and demand an explanation. She wants to hold onto Peter and never let him go. 

She can’t do any of it. But what she can do is find a chair and sit with him until he wakes up and stay with him after he does. 

She turns to leave the room and almost jumps out of her skin when a finger gently brushes against her wrist. 

“Stay with me?”

She whirls back around and finds herself looking into the sleepy but very much awake eyes of Peter Sutherland. There’s a lot written there that she can’t parse. But she recognizes the vulnerability, the fear. 

She wants to make that disappear, but she doesn’t know how. She wants to hug him, but settles for very gently taking hold of his hand. 

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

He grins up at her, soft, open, unguarded, and that awful feeling in her chest subsides. “You promise?”

She links their pinkies together and does her best to match his smile. “I might go find myself a chair first. And then I promise.”

thanks for reading! i did have plans to make this a bit longer but it was simply not in the cards this evening lol. hope you enjoyed anyway!

[skxrbrand]

WELP i was hoping to get one of Khorne’s siblings doodled tonight, but my brain is demanded we finish shark tale instead

[happyheidi]

𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺-𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇 | 𝖨𝖦: 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺_𝖺𝗋𝗍

[skipppppy]

Something about FNAF 3 and Fazbear Frights taking place in 2023 in our current social media landscape

(part 2)

[sunbloomdew]

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

[whereisthesun]

yeah

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Springtrap making friends in Dead by Daylight,,

[llovely]

here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

[termonitu]

playing with perspective and wide canvases

[izarph]

I always come bac-...

[kyathedino]

Notes goal post. Because why not.

I don't expect this to get very much attention, but I need motivation for some stuff so here we go I suppose

20 notes and I'll drink some water

50 and ill brush my teeth every night for the next week

100 and I'll start actually studying for my tests

150 and I'll weed my garden

200 and ill wash my hair regularly for the next month (like every other day)

300 ill start actually packing my lunches for school and eating them for two weeks

400 ill start eating food that's good for me, and have protein semiregularly

500 ill start taking my vitamins again so I can stop being malnourished

600 ill start going on walks again

700 ill clean my room

800 ill start reading and writing more

900 ill fully delete all of my suicide notes and wills that I've written

1000 ill throw away the razors

1500 ill be honest with my parents about all my physical issues and go to a medical professional

2000 ill ask my mom to let me go to therapy again

2500 ill stop starving myself when I'm mad at myself for one whole month

3000 I'll start like really trying again to be happy

5000 ill begin to actually try to be a good person, even considering my limits and all that

10000 ill listen to the entirety of welcome to nightvale (the real incentive here)

Spam allowed, tagging allowed, the deadline is October 22.

have fun

[verawhisk]

they moved wyll to the center for good pr

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[skipppppy]

Back by popular demand. English Willy part 3

(Idk if I'll do another bc I feel like its run its course and unlike Scott Cawthon I would like to end my series on a high note! But to everyone who sent in asks or showed support or generally took part I love all of you and had so much fun with this. I might do more in future but I don't want part 4 to hang over me as something I HAVE to do)