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as if In The Hall of the Mountain King doesn't still go harder than 99% of the breakdowns out there
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This is the exact opposite energy of the "what happens after the camera cuts and you've destroyed you labtop for 5 seconds of entertainment"
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it’s really important that you are a little bit in love with your friends btw. it’s crucial even
a lot of people seem confused by this post so i’ll clarify: this does not have to mean you’re romantically involved w your friends. you can love them very intensely but platonically. you can let the lines blur if you want. what matters is that you adore the ppl you choose to surround yourself with. the details of that aren’t so important as long as you and your friends are on the same page about it. hope this helps
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hold (a kastle after fic)
It’s actually the shortest time he’s spent in a hospital. There’s no red tape or guard at the door, and when Karen arrives, there are no handcuffs holding him back as he reaches for her. They end up releasing him with a splint on his wrist, and a perfunctory “Have a nice day, Mr. and Mrs. Castiglione” as they’re walking out together.
Karen’s quiet as she drives, but she squeezes him back when he takes hold of her hand, gently touching his jaw when he brings her palm up to his mouth.
It’s not until they’re home, and he sees their dinner untouched on the table, the broken stem of a wine glass on the counter where Karen must have been standing when she took the EMT’s call, that Frank realizes. How truly terrified she must have been that something had actually happened to him.
look (finding frank - a fic by foggy nelson)
The day after Frank Castle escapes from the hospital – again – Karen calls out sick from work.
And Foggy would bet his life savings that that is not a coincidence.
There’s no mention of Karen’s involvement in the papers or on the morning news. But Foggy’s not stupid, and the look on Matt’s face tells him he’s definitely not wrong about this.
smile (coffeeshop au)
“Karen,” comes that gravelly voice, as she’s perusing the glass case of pastries. “Small latte for Karen.”
He’s leaning his hands against the counter, grinning crookedly at her as she approaches. “Good morning.”
“Not until I get my coffee, it isn’t.” Karen returns his smile, feeling her mood lighten considerably.
He winces, looking sympathetic. “That kind of day already, huh?”
“Pretty much,” Karen affirms. “The kind that started at four in the morning when my roommate came home and almost set the place on fire.” She decides not to mention the blood—which there’d been more of than usual—or the broken window that she still needs to call the super about, or the fact that this was already the third time that week.
She and Matt are going to have a talk about this.
free (notting hill au)
He doesn’t see her in time, and she lets out a gasp as their bodies are colliding together. Frank’s coffee is spilling all over a familiar black coat, and the white blouse she has on underneath.
“Fuck,” says Frank. The light is hitting just right, and he can see through those sunglasses into her eyes as he looks up at her face. But he doesn’t have time to admire her features from this up close, because he’s just gotten coffee all over the rest of her.
“Fuck,” he utters again. “I’m – fuck.”
“You said that already,” she notes wryly, removing her sunglasses to get a better look at the damage. She reaches into her handbag, pulling out a handful of napkins. She gives him a few, and he realizes then that the coffee’s all over him too, already soaking into his flannel.
“Thanks,” he says. “And – sorry about this.”
“I would’ve taken you more for a black coffee kind of guy,” she remarks, almost offhanded, as she pats herself down. He can’t get a read on her face anymore, but there’s a hint of a smile in her tone as she adds, “Goes with the whole hipster vibe.”
“That’s funny,” says Frank, very gravely. “Ma’am, if I’ve offended you that badly—”
“It’s Karen,” she says, and yes, she is definitely smiling now. “Please. Call me Karen.”
“Okay. Karen.” Frank feels a smile of his own start to form, and he rubs the back of his head, ducking his gaze for a moment. “If you, um. Need something to change into, my place is just a few blocks away. Or if you want to wait at the shop, I can bring something to you. Our bathroom’s on the smaller side, but Curt’s got one – the, uh, the coffee guy you go to every morning. We served together, so he and I go way back. Shit, he’ll probably throw in a latte for free, white rose art and all. For your trouble, you know, for having to deal with me all day.”
Frank’s rambling, and he knows it.
Karen tilts her head at him. “White roses, huh.”
“He – yeah.” Frank swallows. Shit. He might as well give her Curt’s number while he’s at it. How did he get so off track? Is he really this out of practice?
As if she’s read his mind, Karen raises an eyebrow and says, a little teasingly, “You must spill coffee on all of the girls.”
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