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Tell me why the number of peterxrose fics went from 101 to 99 today 😭😭😭

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I was gonna tag this as Peter x rose but then I realised it already was

You know what trope I LOVE!? when person A is assigned or required to take care of person B temporarily and then when time comes to pass them off at their safe destination they’re hesitant, not trusting anyone else to keep them as safe as they could. They have to let them go but think about them every second. Then when they go check on them because they just have this feeling, they end up being right and have to save them and stay with them again. Then all is good because they’re together but this time their bond is even deeper and they make an unspoken promise to stay together. All of their troubles moving forward are faced together, as a pair. Two against the world. God damn this trope goes so hard!

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"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

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So glad the book is getting more recognition

me reading the night agent book: hey this scene actually helps prove that rose WOULD be a good night agent

also me: no shit it's the source inspiration for the show

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I love him so muchhhh

It's safer for you behind another door.

PETER SUTHERLAND & ROSE LARKIN | The Night Agent (Netflix)

+bonus:

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Peter is always opening her door like everywhere like boy I know chivalry ain't dead but if you don't get in the damn car it's boutta be-

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Peter: We'll start from the beginning then

Tony: Just skip to the part that’s going to anger me.

Peter: That’s going to be all of it.

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Omg I never noticed him looking smug I love this

Peter couldn’t help himself but to ask Rose if she had a marine ex. The way he was kinda smug when she said no.

WAIT I FORGOT THIS EVEN HAPPENED 😭

this is too cute like sir you're married. really loved all their teasing in the car, there's just something about them and cars... makes me think of rose driving with a wounded peter in the car bc we've never seen her drive... anyway romance is roasting your s/o while committing mail fraud <3

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HE HUGGED HER SO TIGHT 🥺😭

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so peter did a big romantic thing at the end of s2 by prioritizing rose over not becoming a traitor like his dad, aka his biggest fear. so what if we see rose making a big romantic gesture for him in s3, risking her company, or taking on the job that killed her aunt and uncle?

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The way she just checks if he's still there and then falls right back on his hand 🥺🥺🥺

ROSE LARKIN & PETER SUTHERLAND in THE NIGHT AGENT, 2x03 “Government Property” ❤️‍🩹

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THEY ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER 😩🥺

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I'm always coming for you - Chapter 1 - Rose_wood527 - The Night Agent (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Hey y'all, this is my first night agent fic

If you end up reading it, please tell me how it is, I'm open to tips

Hope you enjoy it!

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Cute kleptomaniac

rose stealing things (and peter being increasingly okay with it): a summary

PETER SUTHERLAND & ROSE LARKIN | The Night Agent, Season 1 (Netflix, 2023)  

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Feral cat energy

I love her

rose stealing things (and peter being increasingly okay with it): a summary

PETER SUTHERLAND & ROSE LARKIN | The Night Agent, Season 1 (Netflix, 2023)  

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Rose always was team Peter

I love that he has to clarify

This scene was so funny 🤣🤣🤣

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Fotibrit in a tonyxsteve mood for a couple of days

( Tony, about steve. )

when he told me he thinks of me when a radio cracks through channels, i heard him call me a broken machine. he heard himself tell me that I am that which reminds him of home.

when I told him i think of him as the blueprints for a particularly tedious project, I heard myself telling him that I would pour over every detail of him for days, to make sure everything is perfect, in how I treat him. He heard me tell him that I grow tired of how much work he is.

when we locked eyes, we both said and heard nothing at all. Maybe that’s how it should have stayed. Before we could circle each other.

maybe our happy ending was one with only a glance, in which we’d both spend the rest of our lives thinking over what could have been.

Maybe that was our happy ending. In its face, i find myself pleased with our tragedy.