DAREDEVIL | S02E11 ".380"

DAREDEVIL | S02E12 "The Dark at the End of the Tunnel"

the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

Here for one ship. The greatest slow burn of the mcu.

If you ship kastle, please like. Looking for moots

I have a big IF question.

IF (please let it happen superior power) we get the Kastle ✨kiss✨ in s2, who do you want initiating the kiss and why ?

imo ig it should be Frank but what's yours..

(yes im living in their fantasy right now, no don't pull me out)

I’ll keep reblogging this everytime I see it. It still feels surreal to have this.

Frank’s eyes says it all.

THIS IS A LOOK OF YEARNING

THIS MAN YEARNS

((Also Matt’s face hearing Frank’s and Karen’s heartbeat<3))

“it doesn’t matter what happened. it doesn’t change how i feel about you” ALRIGHT karen we GET it you’re in LOVE

You two have a connection. I know that. 

still giggling abt how while frank was looking at the love of his life, distracted, matt took the chance to call shotgun

Always, Forever Running Back to You

Post-01x09, Daredevil: Born Again

Frank knocks once, just once, then steps back and glances down the dim, too-quiet hallway. The place is clean and seems safe enough, but it’s not the kind of hotel that has heightened security or anyone who’d notice if something went sideways. Good thing he’s there.

He braces one hand on the doorframe and ducks his head, his other hand curling around his ribs. Something’s cracked in there, for sure, courtesy of those sorry fucking excuses for cops. Bunch of dumbass fanboys. And he’ll deal with them. Soon. But first Frank needs to see Karen. He has things to get off his chest. 

“Karen, it’s me,” he says, his voice rough but quiet. “Open up. Please?”

The lock clicks almost immediately, and the door opens. She’s standing there barefoot, in jeans and a worn Columbia crewneck sweatshirt, her blonde hair still damp from the shower and twisted into a loose bun at the top of her head. 

Her eyes sweep over him, cataloging every cut and bruise that hadn’t been there the day before. They linger on his face, on his left eye that’s purple and swollen.

“You look like shit,” she says, pushing the door wide and stepping back to let him in. There’s no heat behind the words, just a thread of worry and exhaustion. “Been busy?”

Frank huffs a breath, almost laughing because, that’s the understatement of the fucking century. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.” 

Karen turns on her heel and pads back into the room, leaving him to follow. It’s as close to an invitation as he’s going to get. He steps inside, locking the door behind him, and follows her to where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, sinking down beside her. His body aches from the inside out, but the mattress dips under their weight, and he relaxes — just a little — for the first time since he answered the phone to find her on the other end.