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frcmadistance:

it’s something so simple, really. for all that’s happened up until now, it shouldn’t bring forth the reaction that it does, but — kate can’t help it. those two words halt everything. she blinks, wide eyed, as the flush creeps up her neck, into her cheeks and nose. “ CASSIE – ” she doesn’t even know what to say, honestly. “ i’m — compared to you, that’s hardly… ” what she’s trying to say is there’s no doubt in kate’s mind that if words like amazing were going to be thrown around between the two of them, it should be directed towards cassie, no doubt. “ how do you manage to make me completely forget everything my sister taught me about public speaking?? ” she teases lightly, a quiet laugh leaving her lips as she shifts closer to the blonde.

Cassie’s excited grin turns smug as the flush sprawls its way across Kate’s features. She hadn’t even know she could cause that kind of reaction in someone--let alone Kate Bishop--but god, she’s never been more glad in the entirety of her life than she is to know she has that capability. She chuckles, bumping shoulders with Kate but wishing she could do more. Hold her hand, kiss her cheek, just be closer, anything, really. But she doesn’t want to rush into this. An absent, teasing finger, trips its way along the bridge of Kate’s nose, following the line of blush down her cheek. “I’m not the public. I’m just me.”

#;;kate

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noh gives a contented sound at the fingers through his hair. all he really needs is attention to keep him from wilting away. he’s a bit like a narcissistic house plant, if you think about it.

“ i’d like some tea. ” he peaks out from under his dramatically slung arm. “ you really think i’m pretty? ”

She smiles a little tilting her head against the edge of the couch and letting her shoulders relax. The fingers running through Noh’s hair continue, slow and intentional, now.

“Of course I think you’re pretty.” A sideways glance cast his way. “You’re, like, the prettiest guy I know.”

#;;noh varr

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don’t you ever dream of someplace better or a life that’s greater (x)

#{ i'm through apologizing for who and what I am :: cassie }#{ who ya gonna call :: squad up }

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Kate Bishop & Cassie Lang

“Tell the neighbors I’m not sorry If I’m breaking walls down Build your girls second story Ripping all your floors out.”

#{ i'm through apologizing for who and what I am :: cassie }#{ you blew up new york :: kate }#{ not without you giant girl :: kate/cassie }#i had to reblog this again i'm sorry i'm trash

frcmadistance:

she’s supposed to know. at least that’s what basic rationale would dictate. kate’s just found herself somewhere in-between, floundering through her feelings like she’s somehow new to all of this. for all intents and purposes, however, she is — she’s never dated someone she was already so close with given that noh was the result of a night out and eli came after a few months. this is cassie lang — the girl with the golden grin and a heart bigger than the giant she can become – and her best friend for years now. “ what i want to do — ” she says finally, returning cassie’s giddy smile with one of her own, “ is take you out on a real date. maybe not tonight, if you don’t want, but soon. whatever you feel like. ”

It’s sort of like dancing near a live-wire. The adrenaline rush, the knowledge that one wrong move could leave her burned out, burned down, seared straight through. But it’s also the ease of relaxation, of knowing Kate better than? As well as? She knows herself. It’s every moment she’s ever turned her head instead of smiling like an idiot, every second she’s left distance where there should have been contact. Cassie is lighter than air and perpetually grounded at the same time, leaving a vortex in her stomach that’s an all-consuming black-hole of joy. Her cheeks flush pink and she ducks her head slightly, shoulders hunching to guard herself from--from what? Her own joy? “You’re amazing.” it slips out before she can stop it, followed shortly by a giggle. “I mean, um, I--you--yeah.”

#;;kate

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@stctured

face down on the couch. that’s how noh-varr’s currently attempting to sleep. it’s no where near a reasonable time to go to bed; the sun’s still slatting through the windows, but he’s beat. it’s been a long, long few days. it takes a lot to actually physically exhaust him, much less physically hurt him. but about half of his body is a bruise right now.

“ cassie. i want my ashes to be mingled with those of my favorite nina simone album and shot into space. ”

Cassie laughed, the sound bright and lifted like the music of a merry-go-round, spinning in relentless, dizzying, wonderful circles. Just like her head, her reality, her heart. Dropping down onto the floor beside the couch and combing absent fingers through Noh Varr’s hair, she nodded affirmatively.

“You’re not dying today, pretty boy. But I can make you some tea, or something, if you want?”

#;;noh varr

frcmadistance:

at the very least, cassie’s hand is warm and familiar in her own. in more ways than one, it helps level kate, keeps her from delving too far into her own head right now. because, despite it all – the fear, the confusion, the worry – there is a JOY that underlies everything. kate is happy to be here in this moment. it’s not something she would have ever let herself imagine beforehand and she’s still shocked that’s it’s happening at all. belatedly, she wonders if she shouldn’t pinch herself — surely this isn’t just a dream though. and gods, if that’s not cheesy. “ yeah. yeah, definitely. ” the way she sounds when she finally says it seems almost breathless, but the small smile on her face grows with each passing moment. “ i’m — not sure what do now. ” it sounds less frightened and more embarrassed, as if this isn’t her third relationship already. of course — this is different than eli or noh or anyone. this is cassie and that’s enough to leave her frazzled.

When Cassie laughs, it’s a loud and vibrant sound, like there’s wings fluttering around it, echoing in little heartbeats. Wingbeats. Something. Her mind is a bit of a mess, but the corners of her lips are tugged so far up her face that it actually hurts and her heartbeat has definitely picked up and shit this is amazing. “You’d know better than I would.” Though, when she considers it, that isn’t strictly true. There was Vision. And the brief stint with Nate but--but none of those felt quite the same as the way Kate’s fingers fall around hers. She all but blushes, giggling to herself and hiding it behind her free hand, eyes darting up towards Kate like she’s thirteen with a school crush. (Isn’t she, though?) “What do you want to do?”

#;;kate

frcmadistance:

she doesn’t know how to say it. voicing the guilt that is always there seems too selfish, too self absorbed. the idea that she’s scared to date cassie because of what happened — maybe it doesn’t make sense to anyone else. maybe it shouldn’t. maybe kate’s the only one who’s still stuck as the eighteen year old girl who saw her best friend’s everything snuffed out in the blink of an eye. granted, that’s not fair either; she knows no one has forgotten, least of all cassie, that it’s more so that kate has no idea how to deal with the mess of emotions. maybe….maybe if she just tried, just let herself pretend for awhile that everything’s okay and there aren’t still things she needs to work through; maybe after some time it will actually be true and she can be happy with cassie without feeling like a failure of a leader, a friend. so kate smiles instead, reaches forward to grasp cassie’s free hand and grips it tightly. “ you’re right. of course you are. i’d like to — give it a chance, give us a chance. ”

The pause between her statement and Kate’s felt infinite. Like an entire year, an entire lightyear passed between before the words--unexpected, but in the best of ways--tumbled free from Kate’s lips. They creep up on her, falling through her ears and into comprehension one by one, like clowns piling out of a tiny car. It felt like her brain couldn’t catch up to the speed of everything, and things began to spin slightly. But she righted herself, anchored by the feeling of Kate’s hand in hers. She knew she needed to say something--preferably something witty or funny or cute, but those parts of her brain seemed to have been blocked off the exact moment giveusachance dropped. The blonde fished for words, struggling for even the most basic of words, until finally, “Yeah?” Not witty, not funny, definitely not cute. Embarrassing and simplistic and idiotic. But at least her fingers are smarter than her brain, they get it right, squeezing tightly around Kate’s hand.

#;;kate #this is what i logged into and i. i wasn't ready

frcmadistance:

“ what?? no. no, that’s not – ” kate shook her head quickly; it was unfathomable to her how anyone could not like cassie, in any way. “ i don’t see you as the team baby. you’re cassie — you…” nothing she’s saying explains the waterfall of feelings that have broken, now tumbling from her mouth in loose, confused strings of sentences that are entirely unlike kate. “ i do like you, cassie, a lot. i just — it’s difficult to explain. i like you, but i’m — not sure what to do. ”

“I don’t... I don’t get it.” Which wasn’t fair. Kate wasn’t the only one with shit to figure out in this. Cassie needed to be real with herself, sort out what exactly these feelings for Kate entailed. Would they--could they--date? Billy and Teddy had done it, were still doing it, were still together. But that was different somehow. They had seemed so much more inevitable. “I know that it’s a lot, but if--if this is what we want, then I’m sure we can figure it out.”

#;;kate

@goddxmnprince

“You are my salvation. Please tell me you have junk food, and things to talk about. The wedding? Teddy? Sex? Annoying things Tommy did today? Whatever. Hit me with it.”

#;;billy

frcmadistance:

“ no!! no — that’s not — i’m sorry. i know that sucked. i just…” her shoulders are as tense as the wire is when she strings her bow. her mind is a mess of what ifs, hows, and what nows. put simply, not one bit of it is making any sense. “ i don’t know. i never expected — even if i thought about it. i have. i do, i mean. gods, of course i do, cassie. ” her shoulders slump with the confession and she suddenly feels vulnerable and guarded all at once.

It was a mess. One great big mess of things that were felt in full but not easily explained, things that left you tongue-tied and confused. Things that bombarded you from all sides and simply refused to slow down even for a moment so you could catch your breath. Cassie saw it on Kate’s face, just the same as she knew it was on hers. “I mean I don’t--I wouldn’t blame you if--I’m still the team baby, so--” Teeth dug sharply into her lower lip, fingers twisting around one another, wringing like a dish-rag. “I like you. And it’s okay if you don’t like me back.”

#;;kate

frcmadistance:

her lips part to speak, but the words seem to be stuck in the back of her throat — if there are any at all. she doesn’t actually think she knows what to say. “ on — me. oh. i – ” kate worries at her bottom lip, a slow, obvious flush trailing up her neck, “ thank you. for telling me. ”

In all fairness and honesty, Cassie wasn’t entirely sure what she’d expected. But Kate’s reaction wasn’t it. Not even remotely. It definitely wasn’t what she wanted, but she had been moderately prepared for that. “Right. Yeah, I--of course. I just... um, does that mean that--”

#;;kate #there's so much awkward tension what are they even dOING

frcmadistance:

“ woah, hey, okay. it’s alright — whatever it is, you can tell me, cass. you can tell me anything. ”

“I know I can, that’s part of--I mean, it just adds to all of this. It’s... like, okay, you’re my best friend. You know that. I love you way more than most other people on the planet. But I also think, maybe, there’s a little... more to it than that. A little less, um. A little less platonic. Like, I dunno, IThinkIMightKindOfHaveACrushOnYou.” A brief pause. “Or. Y’know. I do.”