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My sister is capable of making me feel like shit with one word and a wave of her hand. Un-fucking-believable.

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Cats Wearing Ties

Previously:Cats Taking Selfies, Cats Stuck in Things

damn it ninjagiry I TRIED SO FUCKING HARD TO NOT REBLOG THIS.

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agentsterling:

The song ended on a soft spoken note and Sterling slowed their movements until they were still and calm and motionless in contrast to the busy New York skyline behind them. 

Sterling counted that he had chickened out three times that night. The first time was when he went to pick her up. He considered it then but assumed it would ruin the night. Then again when they were dancing in the club. He thought about doing it then but the music was so loud he didn’t want it to get lost in the chaos. He thought about it again at dinner but if he wasn’t well received he didn’t want to ruin her appetite. 

His heart beat rapidly in his chest as he held her therein his arms, one around her and one hand on hers. His lips parted, closed, parted again, and he took a deep breath. 

"I think I’m in love with you." He whispered and his breath shook nervously following his confession. 

Rebecca was almost disappointed that the song ended, wanting to dance around with him longer despite her aching feet. A soft smile stayed on her features as she looked at him, wondering what was on his mind.

And then she didn’t have to wonder anymore.

"…What?" she whispered in return, her smile quickly disappearing.

It was impossible not to notice how quickly her smile vanished at his confession. His own wavered and he struggled to keep it on his lips. 

"I think I’m in love with you." He repeated, less excited but with the same tone and resolve as before. It was true. No matter her reaction to it he was 80% sure he was in love with her and it was only 85% because he had never been in love before. He always second guessed himself regarding the emotion. 

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agentmorris said: Drift compatible?

"They spotted a category three off the coast." Erikson announced, patting the cafeteria table three times with his hands to get Emma’s attention. "They need us in LOCCENT. Come on. They’re sending out Howling Commando."

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earthyhavoc:

agentsterling:

"Alright." Sterling clapped his hands and flinched when he realized he was in a library. "You two have fun. I’ll go hunt down the professor. Aimee. I trust you to represent this school." 

"Yes, sir." Aimee nodded and offered her brother a little wave as he started to leave. "See you later." When they were alone she turned back to Leo and felt her cheeks grow a bit pinker. "So, Leo…"

The grin sprung up on his face at the accidental clap, and hardly left after that, even when he nodded goodbye to Sterling. 

It didn’t make things easier when she blushed and why is she so cute— he wondered if she felt as nervous as he did. The normally nervous rambler couldn’t find a thing to say. “So, Aimee…” he echoed, chuckling softly as his hands found his pockets again. “What’s your favorite part of the school?” 

Aimee smiled. 

"Um… I like the teachers. They’re all very nice. They really try to get involved in the student’s lives. They’re all very controlled with their abilities. It’s fascinating to watch."

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agentsterling:

It was a soft slow melody and Sterling stepped and turned with her to the beat. One hand on her lower back, the other in her hand. Elbows high. Chin up. Feet light. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. Then the words began. 

When all the world is spinning ‘round 
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds 
And my feet will not stay on the ground
You anchor me back down 

He glided with her around the balcony of the building. Lingering tourists stopping to watch as he spun her when the song called for it and lifted her off her feet when the lyrics commanded and set her down when they willed him. 

I am nearly world renowned 
As a restless soul who always skips town 
But I look for you to come around
And anchor me back down 

He chose the song carefully. One he felt represented them. Or at least, how he felt about her. She had been one of the few things in his life currently that kept him grounded. Sane. Who understood how broken he was and instead of trying to fix him she stayed by him as he worked to fix himself. 

There are those who think that I’m strange
They would box me up and tell me to change
But you hold me close and softly say
That you wouldn’t have me any other way 

They were unconventional and broken. They had hearts hardened by time and circumstance. Maybe she was the terror that Emma spoke of and maybe she was playing him for a fool, but a fool was what he was for her. Doomed from the start.

When people pin me as a clown
You behave as though I’m wearing a crown
When I’m lost I feel so very found
When you anchor me back down 

A small smile stuck to Rebecca’s face as they started dancing. It was odd how comfortable she had gotten with smiling around him. Being closed off and looking unimpressed had become so normal for her that she had almost forgotten how nice it was to be happy. And despite all the ups and downs, Sterling made her happy.

He didn’t pressure her to open up or lump her into a negative category. He let her move at her own pace, tell him things when she wanted to tell him, and didn’t give her those disappointed looks she had seen on too many faces. Not many people bothered to look past her rough exterior—in truth, she hadn’t really wanted people to see her as anything more than the ‘cold hard bitch’ persona she put on—and it was refreshing to see someone actually try with her. Someone who let her walls come down rather than ripping them down himself. Despite the fact that she knew she shouldn’t feel this way, she felt safe with him.

Rebecca didn’t care what old co-workers or lingering tourists thought. As far as she was concerned, they didn’t exist at the moment. The only things that mattered were the man in her arms and the beat of the song.

The song ended on a soft spoken note and Sterling slowed their movements until they were still and calm and motionless in contrast to the busy New York skyline behind them. 

Sterling counted that he had chickened out three times that night. The first time was when he went to pick her up. He considered it then but assumed it would ruin the night. Then again when they were dancing in the club. He thought about doing it then but the music was so loud he didn’t want it to get lost in the chaos. He thought about it again at dinner but if he wasn’t well received he didn’t want to ruin her appetite. 

His heart beat rapidly in his chest as he held her therein his arms, one around her and one hand on hers. His lips parted, closed, parted again, and he took a deep breath. 

"I think I’m in love with you." He whispered and his breath shook nervously following his confession. 

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earthyhavoc:

agentsterling:

"I haven’t really noticed." Aimee shrugged. "Hardly anything is made of wood anymore. But this school is pretty old so they could be." 

"This is basically a free study period, right?"

Aimee looked up at her brother and nodded. 

"Why don’t you two continue on the tour and I’ll go see if I can find the professor." 

Her fingers tightened around her other wrist nervously but her anxiety wasn’t as present anywhere else. She turned to Leo, opened her mouth, closed it again, and turned back to her bother. 

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. He’d get more information from a student then from guy who’s been here once anyway."

Like brother like sister, he supposed. His jokes were going right past them. Oh well. He only hoped they didn’t think he was an idiot. 

At Sterling’s request, his eyes widened but he quickly tried to maintain his cool. This was a good thing, right? He could talk to her, even ask her a bit about her brother and see if he told her anything. “Alright.”

"Alright." Sterling clapped his hands and flinched when he realized he was in a library. "You two have fun. I’ll go hunt down the professor. Aimee. I trust you to represent this school." 

"Yes, sir." Aimee nodded and offered her brother a little wave as he started to leave. "See you later." When they were alone she turned back to Leo and felt her cheeks grow a bit pinker. "So, Leo…"

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“Is that blood yours?”

"I promise, I will not bleed on anything of yours. Scout’s honor." Sterling said, stepping in to follow her, trusting her to help him clean up.

Rebecca walked into the kitchen, turning on the water to fill a bowl. “Sit.” she said, motioning towards a stool.

When Chen gives an order you don’t refuse. Sterling sat as commanded like a child afraid to be scolded. Most of the time he had wounds cleaned by a nurse and 60% of the time he wasn’t even conscious for it. This seemed… more quiet. Intimate. He suddenly didn’t mind being injured or having to clean the cuts. 

"I was never actually a boy scout. Not sure how much weight that scout’s honor carried." He attempted a joke. 

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agenttrishainsley:

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"As far as tantrums went? She was a dream. Unfortunately, she abused the word ‘no’, learned ‘Fight the Man’ from grandpa and learned ‘motherfucker’ from me. Thankfully she forgot it three days later."

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"I’m glad I missed my step-sister’s twos. She was a terror enough at five. I couldn’t imagine her before. Hell, she’s still a handful at 19."

"I’m trying not imagine Em older than five right now. Teenage years are transition years. She’ll probably mellow out once she sorts herself out."

"Are you kidding? Teen years are just as bad as twos. They throw tantrums, they get into fights all the time, they’re moody, they think they’re smarter than you, only this time around they don’t want to have anything to do with you. The only advice I can give for teen years is embarrassing them is the best weapon you have."

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*groans* No more paperwork.

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Sorry, Agent Song. It’s about to get a little worse.

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You know, I may start demanding a glass of wine for every new stack of paper work you bring. What do you have for me today Agent Sterling?

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Nothing too incredibly exciting. Just returning the files of a few agents I used to make their ID cards. Nothing really new, they just need to be refiled. I’m getting the feeling you’ve been through the ringer today.

Thank you for returning them, I’ll put them away in a bit. aren’t you sweet, it’s really not as bad as I’m making it seem. Just some missed appointments, now i have to do the paperwork to go track them down tomorrow. It’s more tedious then anything. What about you? You usually have more… pep?

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"Tracking down agents ducking therapy? Good luck with that and I do not envy you one bit."

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"It’s been a doozy of a month. I think I’m just tired from all the… excitement. August hasn’t been good to me the last two years. Just trying to survive it."

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"Huh, I never knew that existed." Emma said, with an awed impression. "But will I be well received there? I’ve heard that there are deaf people who are prejudiced against hearing people taking interests in their culture."

"There are, yes. But you’ll be fine. There are some workers there who are hearing or lip read and you probably won’t interact with a ton of people. If anything, I’ll get looks for translating the poetry for you. Not a lot of speaking goes on in there. It’s a wonderfully quiet place to have lunch." Sterling shrugged. "It’s up to you. You’re just having lunch with me. You’re not taking over the place."

"If no one will be offended with me being there, I’ll go. It sounds fun." Emma said, then gave a delayed wince.

Sterling just laughed at her second verbal blunder. 

"You’ll be fine. I promise."

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"Yes, but—I don’t want them to say anything about my time at SHIELD." Eve lowered her eyes. "They don’t need to worry about me more than they already have."

She cleared her throat and continued speaking. “Same—although, the last one will likely stay with me for the rest of my life.” 

"You can’t just shake SHIELD. It’s not a job you take lightly and it’s a job that both… gives and takes from you over the years. It’s not just a job. It’s… I don’t know… a life."

Sterling sighed and rubbed his forehead. 

"You should visit them. Now more than ever you should know how important it is to make sure your family knows you care. We lost a lot of people… And we almost lost a lot more. I think a vacation away from all this with family would be good for you." He looked over at her suddenly. "Unless they are shitty and abusive or something. You don’t need that."

Eve smiled. “Thanks for the second opinion.” She was definitely going to keep that in mind the next time she was missing her parents.

"So, um, how is the new job? Not taxing, I hope," she asked, eyeing him in curiosity. She was wondering what sort of incident could have made Sterling’s complexion so pallid — surely there wasn’t someone causing him trouble? 

"Boring, as expected. Compared to SHIELD. No life or death situations. No pulling all nighters to get reports done. It’s just… 8 to 5. In a way that’s good but… it’s taking me time to get adjusted. What about you? Where did you land?" Sterling ran a hand through his hair to hopefully comb it back into shape with his fingers.

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Perfect timing

Such majestic creatures.

poro-for-president:

worldofthecutestcuties:

Perfect timing

Such majestic creatures.

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