Oh Ok So It Turns Out Ive Been Borrowing Grief From The Future ! It Turns Out Ive Been Preparing To Lose

“DO YOU TALK TO FRANK A LOT?" THE CHUCKLES? SHE ACTUALLY CALLED FRANK? KAREN HAS HIS NUMBER? "I HEARD YOUR HEARTBEATS AT HIS PLACE?" KAREN SAYING IT WASN'T FAIR LIKE SHE WAS CAUGHT HAVING FEELINGS FOR FRANK? AND THEN KAREN WANTED TO KNOW FRANK'S FEELINGS FOR HER? "DID YOU HEAR HIS HEART TOO?" WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW KAREN? AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE HAD HIS NUMBER AND CALLED HIM TO HELP MATT BC SHE TRUSTED IN HIM? SHE HAS HIS NUMBER EXCUSE ME?????????

“you know, back at [frank’s] place, i heard your heartbeats.”

“god, that is really not fair.” (pause) “you heard his too?”

“oh, yeah.”

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DAREDEVIL — 2.08 "Guilty as Sin"

DAREDEVIL | S02E11 ".380"

I inherited the tapes with the car.

-You know, back at his place, I heard your heartbeats. -God, that is really not fair. You heard his too? -Oh, yeah.

Just here to remind everyone that Frank is Karen's emergency contact.

That's it. That's the post.

When the Smoke Clears

Frank thought pushing Karen away was the only way to keep her safe. Then the Snap happened, and he learned just how wrong he was.

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“You gotta walk away.  Right now. That’s what has to happen, you hear me?”

Frank’s voice is unwavering, but his eyes are pleading as he stares at Karen.  She’s standing at the foot of his bed like a sentry, her arms folded defensively across her chest.  She’s wearing one hell of a poker face, but the look in her eye is obvious.  He’s hurting her, and he hates himself for it. 

“You don’t get to do this,” she exclaims.  “You don’t get just… decide who gives a shit!  That’s not on you, Frank.”

“Not on me?”  He looks to the side, a huff of dry laughter rising from his throat.  “No, it is on me.”  Throwing off the scratchy hospital blankets, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed with more effort than he cares to think about.  

“Because I know you, Karen.  You’re strong, and you’re brave, but you’re so goddamn stubborn; you’ll do whatever it takes when it comes to me.”  He pauses, dark eyes boring into her. “Tell me I’m wrong.” 

But she just turns her head away, scoffing. 

“Yeah.” Frank hums. “That’s what I thought.”

He pushes himself to stand. More effort.  The cuts on his face and the bruises on his body weigh him down, but not as much as the knowledge of how he got them.  He’d been one-upped by Russo, played like a jackass; beaten.  Beaten so badly that Karen dropped everything– the good, stable life she’d been building for herself– to sit by his side and wait for him to wake up.  

“You put yourself before others,” he says.  “And I can’t let you do that.  Not for me.”

Blue eyes, alarming in their brightness, shoot toward him.  Karen motions toward the door, where Midani and Amy are probably waiting somewhere outside, hearing every word.  “So it's okay for them to risk everything, but not me?”  

It isn’t, but that’s beside the point.  This is different. Everything is, with her.

“What do you think’s gonna happen?” He growls.  

He takes slow steps in Karen’s direction. It’s like wading through water, trying to get to her, being drawn in and pushed back by the same current.  Part of him thinks it’d be easier to just lay down, let the current sweep him in, but he knows that life isn’t meant for him, not while breath still fills Billy Russo’s lungs. 

Frank allows his expression to harden.  He has to puff out his chest, show his teeth; be the monster everyone thinks he is.  

Everyone except Karen. 

When she looks at him, he sees something else behind her eyes.  He’s now sure what it is— or maybe he is and is too much of a coward to admit it— but he knows it's dangerous. Every time he sees it, sees her , his heart rattles a little harder against his ribcage; whispers things he knows he can’t have. That feeling has no place here. He needs to change her mind; make her see him like the rest of the world.  Maybe then she’ll walk away… so he doesn’t have to.

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narratively I am a fan of romances that don’t ever actually become romances

I don’t mean in an aromantic life partner way, I mean romantic tension that is never resolved or acted upon for whatever reason but by the end it’s clear that both characters experienced the love of their lives without ever acknowledging it as such. but they know. they know.

they invented yearning