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don't make me do something I'll regret by idkimoutofideas
Fandoms: White Collar (TV 2009)
22 Mar 2025
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“Don’t make me do something I’ll regret!”
Neal stared down the barrel of a gun. A gun in his fathers hands.
Or, an AU where James does something he’ll regret -
Bookmark Notes:
Fic has good style. Flows well. Excerpts I enjoyed:
“Absolutely not. He knows better than to stick around when he’s got the entire NYPD searching for him,” Mozzie scoffed, but there was something in his tone that didn’t ring true.
——————The moment the doors closed Neal slumped back against the wall and blew out a sigh. He had gone in there trying to con his father. Every action had been perfectly planned to have the most impact. The flinch had been a spur of the moment decision, but it was still that—a decision.
Maybe if he kept repeating that to himself he would believe it.
——————“He’s still my father, you wouldn’t understand.” Neal regretted the words the moment they left his mouth as Mozzie pulled back, his expression hardening. “I didn’t mean- I’m sorry,” Neal tried, but Mozzie didn’t meet his gaze. Neal rubbed at his temples—the wine was not sitting well with him. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and Neal felt too miserable to try and lighten the mood.
“Look, you can- you can go. I’m fine now,” Neal said—he’d feel bad for pushing Mozzie away later, but at the moment he didn’t want to face anyone’s pity.
“Yeah, right. You’re my friend, I’m not going to let you drink yourself to death.”
——————Neal didn’t catch Peter’s response, too preoccupied with the emotions swirling within him and the wine swirling out of him.
——————Peter had even splurged on Parisi’s lemonade, which he normally refused to get—his usual argument tended to fall along the lines of “who in their right mind pays fifteen bucks for lemonade”.
——————He’d have parents who loved him, that much was certain. And while Peter could get busy with work, Neal had no doubt he’d drop everything for his kid. It would be impossible to hide anything from them—between El’s emotional intelligence and Peter’s investigative abilities, no kid of theirs would ever get away with a lie. He imagined what it would be like to grow up in their house, wondered if they’d move or if they’d turn the guest room into a nursery. Either way, he doubted Peter would keep going on late night stake outs. He’d probably cut back on undercover stints as well, not wanting to risk his life when he had a child waiting at home for him.