olivia saw the familiar expression on avalon's face, just half a second before her eyes widened. as if she wasn't expecting this. they had never been good at that part - the talking about feelings, deep conversations thing. mostly because she never did. avalon had tried over and over to make it work, and olivia couldn't fault her for that. she'd just locked that door and thrown away the key a long time ago when it came to vulnerability. still, something about the blonde words made her smile, softer just for a moment. "i've never been your friend, av. we both know i'm a shit friend anyway. not that i was a better girlfriend but eh." she shrugged, because that was easier than going down that road. waited another few seconds before sighing. "fine. do you wanna drink something? i have water, cheap beer, orange juice and uh .. whiskey, tequila, vodka if it's that rough of a night."

olivia's words hurt more than avalon excepted. were they true? probably. but, that's not something she wanted to consider right now. the blonde shakes her head slightly in response, taking a small breath before she stands up from the couch. "i'm not starting that conversation with you, not when i know that you're just going to avoid talking about it when i try." and for a woman who wanted to talk about everything she's ever felt in her life, that hurts. "this was a bad idea. i shouldn't have come here. i'm sorry for bothering you or fucking up your night. i'll just - i'll go somewhere else." but, where would she go?

dex in casual fit [1/?]

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     starts to move forward until nova's 'WELL...' that has her freezing. eyebrows furrowing as she doesn't quite know how to take what is being told to her. "that... well didn't sound to convincing novs..." eyes her best friend a little unsteadily as a nervous laugh tries to break the way her body jitters. "y'know? it's... fine. it's not that late." it's about eleven pm. "and i don't live that far." four miles. "i can just walk it, sorry to bother you, this was-- was silly." repeats the word silly as she turns away to face the road. heavy breath taken in before she takes a soft step, back towards the street.

nova should've known that this would go bad. she's not normally this awkward, especially not with her best friend. but, things have turned complicated really fast between them. especially now that nova was sure that she felt something stronger for the other woman. lips pressed together as she turned to leave, panic filling her chest. "hey, c'mon, wait." without a second thought, she grabbed her arm. "don't be fuckin' crazy, bro. you live like an hour away or somethin' and it's basically midnight. you can sleep on the couch. promise."

danny   was   never   sloppy   with   his   work,   he   was   meticulous   about   the   way   he   went   on   sprees.   never   did   he   leave   anybody   behind,   he   wasn't   one   to   spare   and   leave   survivors   of   his   rampage.   after   all,   his   favorite   part   about   murdering   was   the   part   where   they   begged   and   pleaded   for   their   lives.   in   some   sick   and   twisted   way,   it   got   him   off.   his   latest   one   though…   well   that   was   a   different   story.   a   summer   camp   massacre   gone   wrong.   gone   wrong   in   his   books,   he   had   let   one   go   and   tell   the   story   of   how   the   notorious   ghostface   had   killed   all   her   camp   mates.   it   was   the   first   time   he'd   done   it,   but   how   could   anyone   blame   him?   one   glimpse   at   her   would   have   anyone   on   their   knees.   the   moment   he   caught   her   terrified   gaze,   he   knew   he'd   stake   her   claim   and   she'd   become   his   next   victim,   but   not   before   he   toyed   with   her.   when   she   fled   the   camp,   he'd   taken   time   before   authorities   showed   up   to   go   through   camp   records.   it   took   him   approximately   twenty   two   minutes   to   land   on   her   file   and   see   that   beautiful   face   once   more.   he   snapped   pictures   on   his   phone   of   her   name   and   personal   information,   but   he   would   have   taken   the   file   for   himself   if   it   weren't   for   the   interruption   of   sirens.   for   months   he'd   watched   her   every   move,   fallen   in   love   with   her   from   behind   a   computer   screen.   every   story   uploaded,   he   was   the   first   one   to   see.   he'd   gone   by   her   job   once   or   twice   too,   posing   as   an   everyday   customer   just   so   he   could   get   a   conversation   in   with   her   and   satisfy   the   need   in   his   heart   to   be   closer   to   her.   tonight   he   decided   he'd   toy   with   her,   just   because   she   toyed   with   him   unknowingly.   a   bikini   picture   posted   for   everyone   to   see   had   him   absolutely   fuming,   she   was   his,   no   one   else   to   be   privy   to   what's   underneath   her   clothes   but   him.   in   that   time   he'd   been   angry,   he'd   worked   himself   up   and   gotten   incredibly   hard.   he   needed   to   hear   her   voice,   and   as   he   palmed   himself   through   his   jeans,   he   picked   up   his   phone   and   finally   called   her   phone   number.

maeve just wanted to live a normal life. something she feared would be impossible for her. between the way that she lost her mother and experiencing her own personal horror movie last summer, she was sure that she'd always been know as the poor girl that barely survived a mass murderer. but, still, she tried to move on. got another summer job, got active on instagram again ; tried to live her life like a normal college student would. though, in the back of her mind, she still thought of the masked killer. why didn't he kill her? would he come back after her? would the police ever find him? the woman is snapped out of her thoughts when her phone begins to ring, brows furrowing slightly at the unknown number. she answers, despite her gut feeling telling her not to. "hello? who is this?"

Deborah Ann Woll as Karen Page in Daredevil: Born Again | Heaven's Half Hour (1.01)

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     "sorry to show up so late i--- oh... you're not, fuck, are you ENTERTAINING? i can, uh, sorry. i can leave, i'll just uber."

as much as nova would deny it if the conversation came up, she has been avoiding toya. it was childish, she knew that. but, she's never been one to own up to her decisions. hence her decision to drown her feelings in other people. jaw tightens slightly at the sight of toya, feeling her heart slam against her chest. "what? oh, no. well - yeah, no. you can stay."

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     that TONE, the heat of her voice, it causes him to flinch... hands running up to hold onto the back of his skull for a moment. isn't until he hears that sound of a regulation attempt --- that distinct inhale in, exhale out, he knows means valentina is forcing herself to at least try to tackle the topic more gently with him, that willis picks his head back up. leans back as he's unconsciously mirroring her body movements in a way, but his legs simply come to his chest... say all you want about rugby thighs but they can serve you up a shield when you feel vulnerable. "red headed wh--?" and then it strikes him. "valencia, i told you, the assistant team manager quit months ago. we got a new one. name's drew, wife just had a baby..." pauses, a soft smile quirking up the corners of a previously fragile face. "did you assume she was a man, v?"

valentina's always gotten scolded about her temper. how quick she was to anger and violence ; how, eventually, it would ruin her life and her relationships. it's why she's tried so hard to think before she acts lately, especially since she's met willis. the last thing she wanted was to scare him away. brows furrow at his words, gaze flickering off to the side. she remembers the conversation vaguely but - she was so sure that the person he was talking about was a man. "don't laugh." she huffs, a feeling of embarassment washing over her. "how was i supposed to know that? you didn't - i didn't know that."

BULLSEYE DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN S02E02 - 'Shoot the Moon'

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     willis isn't necessarily a complex man, if you take out the dichotomy of his hyper-masculine persona and submissive bedroom tendencies that is. so everything about his... situation with valentina has a tendency to make both his head & heart ache. sighs, elbows resting on the table as he lets his head drop into it. "who?" it comes out in a desperate breath. "i don't even know what gir---" realizes the error in his statement and is quick to shut his lips to rethink. his devotion to v is unwavering, has never even thought of anyone else since she's had him wrapped around her finger... but she hasn't realized. "who are you talking about?"

something about his response causes that familiar red hot rage to burn in her chest. brows furrow and her nose scrunches up slightly ; in the way it always does when she's upset. "don't pretend like - " and then it dawns on her ; he doesn't use social media. it's something he mentioned when they first met ; something that her jealous brain completely brushed over. a breath is inhaled through her nose as she crosses her legs underneath herself, pausing for a moment. "all those celebrity pages are posting pictures of you leaving some place with some fucking -" valentina feels herself getting loud and clears her throat, meeting his gaze. "with some redhead woman. i want to know who she is, willis."

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     "i don't... i don't want to go with anyone. i want to go with YOU. why is that so hard?"

she's upset, though that goes without saying. and, about three glasses of wine in. which would explain why she's isn't particularly angry with him. they're not dating, not really. it's - well, complicated. and, valentina hates complicated. she huffs, brushing her hair behind her ear. "yeah, well, tmz would say otherwise." it's mumbled under her breath. it's a childish response, she knows that. maybe that's why she knows she can't leave it at that. "who is she?"

and it's terrible to admit it. she thrives on control, of being the one with the solutions and the answers to every single problem. but now there's some psycho with nothing better to do terrorizing her and control is slipping from her hands. neslihan's life was a mess even before this stalker decided to appear and it's getting harder to ignore her problems now. ❝ you're way too nice with me. you should stop that. ❞ she smiles, embarrassed with how he still wants to help her despite everything and the way she's treating him. ❝ i ... no, my couch sucks. i'll sleep in it. you can take my bed. it's the bare minimum if i'll use you as ... what, my bodyguard ? ❞ an awkward laugh escapes her lips.

franklin doesn't take any offense to neslihan's outburst. it was understandable, giving the sudden changes to her life. he wishes he could ease her mind ; tell her that he wasn't actually stalking her. not in the way that she thinks. he doesn't mean any harm to her, he just wants to be closer to her. wants to make sure she's as safe as she claims she is. being a therapist was a dangerous job. there were some real dangerous people out there ; people that would hurt her. not people like him. the corners of his lips twitch upwards into a faint smile at her words, amusement flickering in his eyes. he liked the idea of being her bodyguard, her protector. it's something he's already seen himself as for the last few weeks but, it makes him feel good that she sees him the same way. "oh, c'mon. it can't be that bad. i can't kick you out of your own bed. that's not very gentlemen like of me."

she wasn't expecting anything different, but seeing the other woman visibly tense still kinda hurts, though she shrugs it off easily enough. from all the encounters she's had in here, this is far from the worst one. "yeah, i guessed that much. with the whole calling out for him thing, and you guys looking alike, it was a given." she chuckles, relaxing the hold onto her helmet, letting her hand drop along her side. "not since yesterday, no. he was, uh .. recovering from a party and then left. he might have come back in between but i just got it, so i wouldn't know." she tentatively takes a step forward, keeps her attitude relaxed so that the other woman doesn't just run away. "i didn't know he had family. thought he was just another runaway, like most of us. how long has it been since you've seen him? 'cause you seem real worried."

there's a difference between the last time she saw her brother and the last time she heard from her brother. vivian sometimes worries that he only answers her calls so she won't come looking for him. of course, when her mind raced with concerns for him, nothing could ease her mind. not even a simple phonecall from him. lips pressed together for a moment, inhaling a small breath. she tried to ignore the ache in her heart when she admitted to not knowing vincent had family ; though, it did hurt her feelings. "um, been a few weeks since i've seen him. he called me a few days ago, though. but, i'm always worried about him. for obvious reasons."

     ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     “fuck, viv." he takes a large breath in as he places his head in his hands. takes a moment, thinking reeling over how he can relay this to her in a way that isn't going to make him seem like a prick. one hand continues atop his hair as he picks his head back up to look at her. leaning back against his seat. "'cos, like? fuck, i went through the stages of grief after he first overdosed." a pause, unsure of how he should continue. "i thought he was dead. processed it at that point. to be honest? ever since this has just been borrowed time. been grateful for whatever we've gotten since that time."

vivian's sure that he doesn't mean for the confession to sound as cruel as it does in her head. but, anything regarding vincent these days hits her harder than she wants it to. even coming from lyonel. there's a slow breath that she inhales through her nose, attempting to think before she speaks this time around. the last thing she wanted to do was offend him because she hadn't fully processed her emotions. "borrowed time." she repeats, nails scratching against the table. "that sounds - i don't know, harsh."

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN — 2.04 “Gloves Off”

Daredevil: Born Again (2025) 02x04 "Gloves Off"