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GABRIEL BASSO

THE NIGHT AGENT Call Tracking

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❛  Caring doesn't make you soft Cas, if anything it makes you strong. ❜

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" to you i can admit... i'm just too soft for all of it. "

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[...incoming transmission, interlude]

It's been too long since Ian had any communication with the people he cared for deeply. Going MIA was for the best—letting them believe he was dead or had disappeared was the right choice. He might not have been able to prove it, but he could feel Zola hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

They might call him paranoid, but blood ran through his veins, and he knew something was off. So he had disappeared. Truly becoming a nomad, he spent months hiding out. However, something eventually lured him from the shadows. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, only that it called to him.

Explaining where he'd been would be difficult. Mending the bridges he'd destroyed would be even harder. But he’d made the choice to run, just like he had in the past. Running was safe, easy. As long as he kept running, no one could hurt him.

—Maybe it wasn't too late.

         ❛ THEY NICKNAMED HIM THE BOLTER ❜

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NOMANSLANND is an independent, selective and private roleplay blog for IAN ROGERS, known as NOMAD from EARTH-616. Comic complaint, with secondary verses within the MCU, crossovers available, and OC friendly. [ CARRD | INTEREST TRACKER ]

             ❛ I'LL BE GONE BY THE MORNING ❜

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-marie rutkowski, 'the winner's kiss'

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PETER SUTHERLAND & ROSE LARKIN in THE NIGHT AGENT (season 2 promo) ❤️

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Awww guys I've been bothering you all for 2 whole years. Your welcome. Also someone said Christmas isn't meant to be stressful but....

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Ian was in that strange in-between state. Where he was awake but still drifting, teetering on the edge of sleep. He was aware of everything around him, but his mind felt foggy, as if he could slip into a dream at any moment. It was hard to explain, but he'd learned to navigate this hazy space during his childhood.

He was grateful for the hazy half-awake state, because it meant he heard Kira jerk awake beside him. Tonight, it was her turn for the nightmare. Given their jobs, and the intensity of their lives, it wasn’t unusual for one of them to wake in the middle of the night, trapped in a nightmare they couldn’t escape. Ian shifted in bed to face her, his voice soft in the darkness. ❛ You okay? ❜

He wished he could protect her from all of it. He wished that just holding her could make everything better. But he knew too well the games the mind could play. It wasn't as simple as reassuring her that everything would be okay. The truth was, it was more complicated than that. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. ❛ Want to talk about it? ��

He was never quite sure whether to push or give her space. He knew that, when the shoe was on the other foot, he preferred to be left alone. Most of the time, he'd slip out of bed and go for a 3 a.m. run, or sit on the fire escape with a cigarette, just to clear his head. Being alone with his thoughts always helped him. But Kira was different. She didn’t need solitude the way he did.

❛ Hey," he said softly. ❛ Come here. ❜ He reached out slowly, his movements deliberate, giving her space to pull away if she needed to. He draped his arm around her shoulder, careful not to crowd her, just offering a quiet, steady presence in case she wanted the comfort.

it's late. the sky is speckled by stars and kira's tired. and as she laid there, with ian by her side, soiling the fresh snow with her blood, she could only keep repeating 'i love you, i love you, i love you.' and perhaps that's how a whole, enormous world can be created. out of five vowels and three consonants. a world she wouldn't live to see.

the first few days were rough, to say the least. kira was in and out of consciousness --and the time spent awake, she screamed, because the nightmares didn't stop, because they wouldn't let her see him, because they wouldn't tell her anything about his condition. she would have cried, but the sobs were drowned out by the pain in her chest--

she would have cursed god himself out, but kira was past believing that there was something greater than man, because when she was dying, her crimson blood spilling on the snow, she didn't see a light, or st. peter waiting by the gates. all she saw was dark, not comforting or soothing, not even scary, just darkness. she was cold until she wasn't.

kira wouldn't call @nomanslannd a soulmate. she didn't believe in divine intervention, or chance. she willed this. knit the threads of fate one by one until they spelled his name. he loved him intentionally, with every bit of conscience she was born with.

the nightmares still didn't stop. she jerked awake, the sudden movement making the pain in her chest spread rapidly until there was nothing but pain and fear. she pressed her back against the bedframe, throwing her head against it. a part of her knew she was safe now, in bed with ian, but the other, less logical part of her brain was back there, outnumbered in the snow.

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That kiss had been a long time coming. Ian had never really thought of himself as the "marriage" type. Over the years, he'd discussed it with his mother—she was eager for him to settle down. Despite his tendency to follow in her footsteps in other ways, Ian knew Sharon secretly hoped he'd take a more conventional route: get married, have a few kids, and live a relatively normal life. Instead, he chose a path that constantly put him on the line, living on the edge rather than following the safe, predictable course she envisioned for him.

But the truth was, he was never going to be that person. The life he'd lived so far had been anything but safe or predictable, and he wasn’t sure he had it in him to live that kind of conventional life. But Kira… she made him want to run straight to city hall, to take the plunge and put it all on the line. Sure, he'd had crushes before, but nothing like this. What he had with Kira was different—it felt certain, undeniable. He knew, without a doubt, that he would never feel for anyone else what he felt for her.

❛ Hey don't tempt me, ❜ he half heartedly joked. ❛ I'll drag you down to city hall right now. ❜

He could easily picture her in his cramped one-bedroom apartment, wearing one of his old t-shirts, looking effortlessly at home. He imagined them curled up together for weeks, turning off their phones, disconnecting from the world, just for a little while. It was the kind of peace he hadn't known he was craving.

But there was still a voice in his head, questioning whether he deserved it. He held her tighter, feeling the warmth of her breath against his neck. He wanted to deserve it. He wanted to be the man she deserved.

❛ I don't think I'll ever deserve you, ❜ he said honestly.

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he puts his hands on either side of her face, and the room falls away. --kira had never gotten so lost in a kiss before.-- her heart keeps missing beats and her hands can't him close enough to her. she tastes him and realizes she had been starving. maybe it lasts a minute, maybe it lasts an hour. all she knows is that this kiss, and how soft his skin is when it brushes against hers --and even if she didn't know it before, and she definitely did-- she had been waiting for this person forever.

❝ i would marry you right now ian. ❞ kira muttered in between kisses, disconnecting her lips from his to cup his face with her hands. she didn't say anything. not yet. and at this moment, she didn't need to say anything.

she rested her head against his and felt, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. he made her like herself. with him, she was at ease. the trust, so sudden and yet so complete, and the intimacy, it used to frighten her. but now she couldn't think of spending her nights alone. waking up in the middle of the night, without him there to soothe her and scare away all the bad things she felt were after her. kira kissed him again, as if the world was going to stop.

she didn't care much for marriage before she met him. now, kira had to show everyone, even herself, that she could be loved like that. that she deserves it. she needed everyone to know he's hers, and she's his, not in any selfish self-fulfilling ways. she wanted everyone to know they're a team, and no matter who, or what, tries to tear them apart, that they will hold. strangle, even. they will ignore the light beckoning them,refuse to fade into the light. they will hold and howl like wounded dogs, claw their way back up the cliffside until it cracks off the mountain entirely. they will bat the hands of each and every concept of death away.

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GABRIEL BASSO as PETER SUTHERLAND The Night Agent (2023 - )

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❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜

❛ Hey, I'm an honest man. What you see is what you get. I was asked a question, I answered honestly. ❜ 

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Taylor Swift feat. Bon Iver, exile

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Evening! I'm around, although not sure I'll manage to get any replies done tonight because this week has drained me but I'm gonna try my best.

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THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF GHOST ⛧ DAY ONE

first song you heard — Mary On A Cross

September 1969; Papa Nihil and the beginning of the Ghost Project take to the stage at the Whiskey a Go Go club in Los Angeles, under the watchful eye of Sister Imperator. Fifty-three years later, in Tampa, Florida, Papa Emeritus the Fourth performs Mary On A Cross, unaware that he is singing the story of his parents—and that of himself.

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Ian shifted from his right foot to his left. What did he think of it all? How does one handle finding out his father had another kid --- a biological kid at that. The thing is Ian had never felt like an only child; he always had a sister. He hadn't seen her since he'd left dimension z, but she was always there in the back of his mind. So despite her not being raised by Steve and Sharon; he'd always been a brother.

❛ If I'm being honest, I tend to stay away from this place. ❜ He answered truthfully, but quickly added ❛ not because there's anything wrong with the place. But like you said it's a lot. ❜ A lot of eyes, following his every move, expecting him to be something he wasn't.

❛ It's weird. Not in a bad way... you just look a lot like him. It's uncanny. ❜ He swallowed harshly. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say in the moment, he wasn't sure. Colt was nice, nicer than Ian suspected he would have been if the roles were reserved.

--- That must be Steve Rogers good old' DNA at work.

He pressed his crossed arms to his chest. ❛ How have things being going around here? They treating you okay? ❜ His mind goes back to his tiny one bedroom apartment Brooklyn. It wasn't much, but it had a killer view of the East River from the fire escape. He wouldn't trade it for the world.

❛ Have you been up to the roof yet? I always found it pretty peaceful up there. ❜ Ian had an appreciation from the quiet. He liked finding places where he could go to escape from the world, and just be in silence for a while.

He has so many question's he wants to ask. But stopped himself, letting silence fill the space. He didn't want to come on to strong.

Colt turned when he heard his name, the easygoing smile he often wore slipping into place like second nature. He caught sight of Ian and paused, taking in the sight of the guy who was unmistakably Steve Rogers’ son. Not just because of the resemblance—although it was there—but because of the way Ian carried himself. Like someone who’d seen enough to carry the weight of it without letting it crush him. Colt recognized it because it was something they shared, whether Ian realized it or not.

When Ian extended his hand, Colt didn’t hesitate. His grip was firm, steady, but not overwhelming. A handshake that spoke volumes about the kind of man Colt was. “Ian, huh?” he said, his tone light but warm. “Good to finally meet you.”

Colt let go of his hand, stepping back just slightly to give Ian a bit of space. He could tell this wasn’t exactly Ian’s comfort zone. That awkwardness wasn’t hard to spot, and Colt wasn’t about to make it worse by crowding him.

“Y’know, I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up.” He chuckled, the sound easy but lacking any judgment. “Not because of anything you did or said, just... I get it. This place? It can feel like a lot. More than it needs to, sometimes.”

He gestured vaguely at the HQ around them, the towering walls and the weight they seemed to carry. “But hey, you’re here. That’s more than some people would’ve done.”

Colt leaned against a nearby column, crossing his arms casually as his gaze flicked back to Ian. “So... what do you think? Of all this, I mean?” He tilted his head, motioning at their surroundings. “Because if you’re anything like me, I’m guessing it’s got you feeling... I dunno. Weird. Am I close?”

He grinned, though there was no malice behind it, just an invitation for Ian to ease into the moment at his own pace. “Take your time. No rush. I’m not exactly the king of small talk, either.”

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smash or pass+ kira

❛ ---pass. Can't stand her personality. ❜ 

Smash or pass // currently accepting