wanting / yearning !

there was something about him that seemed .. odd , but she couldn't quite put her finger on it . maybe it was the kindness that came out from his lips , maybe it was the way his eyes looked at her in this awful moment of need , maybe - well , she wanted to figure him out as the night went . she takes a deep breath , another chuckle resounding out from her lips as if she were purely entertained by all of this , by him . " she was like my other half , you know ? we did everything together , i just .. don't think i'll get over her death , " chest heaves up and down , nearly frustrated at losing her sister - shaking her head as if she were mentally cursing the body six feet under , contemplating on her insensitive words that she almost wants to say to her deceased relative . " not well , " lia agrees , for once . allowing for the wind to gently breeze along her cheek , nodding her head at his words , her lips twitching into a short smile . " that's how she was . kind , spirited . she loved everyone , cared so much , " pausing , her eyes cast to his for a moment , the grief peeled on her face as she's conflicted on her words , wondering how she could go about things since she's lost her sister . " i gave her that charm for her birthday . " it's nice to know that someone remembers it , in fact . " she cried and said that .. it was the best thing she'd ever got . "

his eyebrows stitched together, his head nodding every now and then as she talked about her sister. " that's not something you get over, not really, " ransom said, his voice deceptively soft and sweet. he didn't want her to get over it, not when it made her so deliciously vulnerable and needy. " i can't imagine it, what you're going through. i don't think i'd be able to handle it, honestly, " he reflects her chuckle, making it lighter as he can. " i wish i could've known her better, longer - " it was true, he could've watched her as he did lia. almost, obsessively. what would a good person do in this moment? he doesn't know, but he knows that the pained look in her eyes makes him feel a hunger he hadn't felt for a while, not even the twisted / needy hunger he'd had for her sister compared to this. " shit, i didn't mean to bring it up like that, " he reached out, hand going to her cheek - wiping away remnants of her tears. fuck, he wanted to see more of them. " she carried that with her, then, that piece of joy you gave her. " a piece of joy he kept tucked away in the floorboards of his home.

strange , how this one feeling could be in the middle of the night . where she was sure no one was there , yet , an overwhelming feeling looms inside of her - the caution that she feels , though , the comfort of having another person there with her is enough , for the time being . it's dark , nothing except fog crowding in along their ankles , however - lia's gazing over at the other as he speaks , a hand coming up to wipe at the leftover tears that stained her cheeks previously . " it's .. okay , " whispering , a shaky breath there as she attempts to feel some sort of brand new solace in her bones . " not enough , " she jokes , finally allowing herself to laugh , the jovial feeling not unknown to her , but it's growing , a full need to change her expression , the way her face has looked before he came . sucking in a breath as fingers reach up and tuck hair behind her ear , she feels a chill . another overwhelming feeling , nonetheless , she can't pull herself away . a ghost of his fingertips brushing against her throat , she clears away the lump that resides inside . " did you know her ? "

she looked like her sister, obviously, that's what drew him to lia - but from watching her, they were quite different. there was a fragility with the girl before him that the other didn't have, maybe that was because of him and the blood on his hands. that made him feel all the more better. " it's not, but i get it, " none of it was okay, he knew that ... but he didn't care, that was the issue. he watches as the tears were wiped away, he wanted to taste them. the salty, painful fruit of his labors. soon, he will. " not well, " he said, turning away for just a moment to look upon the gravestone. " we met a few times just ... existing and she seemed kind, " ( too kind. that's what led her six feet below. ) " i've been visiting the past few months, i don't know anything about her - " lies. " but whenever i saw her she had this daffodil charm on her bag, so i bring her some when i come. " what a twisted prince charming he is.

peyton has made herself quite a name in the babysitting business for the past months. for all she thought taking care of children wouldn't be her forte, reality proved to be different. maybe she was made to take of others' children ; and eventually ; hers. peyton's smile is wide, all teeth and unmasked adoration, neck tilts so she can look at him. " he's so fun to be around. cranky for a minute until we played potato sacks and i fell face down. you should've seen his joy at my misery. " pey recounts with a shake of her head. ocean blue eyes meet his, and her wide smile softens. turns into something else. " sorry for your difficult client. that must suck ass. " a crude words she usually doesn't use around the parents, and yet the atmosphere with jensen is ... different.

" well i'm glad he wasn't too much trouble then, though i worry for that pretty face of yours at the thought of it hitting the ground like that, " it wasn't meant to be as flirtatious as it sounded, or did it? who could say? her concern moves him, and he gives a small dismissive wave. " it's nothing to concern yourself with but i appreciate it, " jensen, admittedly, enjoys the swear leaving her as she is usually so... proper. " you're gonna make someone extremely happy one day, " he looks over at her, eyes darting to her lips for just a moment before meeting her eyes.

ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.07.

attending the Spiderman: Brand New Day premiere in LA ( July 27th, 2026 )

ㅤcan't help but release a quiet giggle as she looks at him like she can't decide whether his idea made him ridiculous or the sweetest person she's ever met. probably both. her cheeks ache from smiling, almost embarrassed by how easily he can pull that reaction from her. how easily he can make her forget the little voice in the back of her mind that sounded quite like her pastor father reminding her of the rules and expectations he's taught her even into adulthood. "you really believe that?" delilah whispers, almost like she needs to hear him say it again. always had such vibrations for praise. lesser lip entraps itself between molars as gaze follows his mouth, and with each trail of his lips does she feel herself begin to shake with a desire she's hardly felt before. "okay," whispers, leaning her forehead against his. "maybe... maybe one more hour."

he'd never been a religious man, something that was always a point of contention with her family, but he liked to think he was a good one. a firefighter, a volunteer at animal shelters, never drinking more than a beer or two at a time. but even if he was, given everything he knew about delilah, he doubted she could ever be considered anything less than an angel on earth. " i do, " he said, voice sincere and firmly gentle. " you're a good person, every part of you is good, " his forehead softly meets hers and he smiles. another hour, eh? " i'll take an hour, " carter kissed her in between words, pulling her closer to him as he kissed down her chin and neck again. " tell me to stop and i will, " he said against her skin, hands moving down to her thighs, dipping under the hem of her skirt to gently grasp her thighs.

she'd waited to get him alone all afternoon, honestly. the heat was getting to everyone and she volunteered to help him get chairs from the church basement. she sank her teeth into her lower lip and arched a brow as he rested his hands against her upper arms. jordana pouted a little and she shook her head, "i'm not confused. yes, i'm very hot, but that's only spurring me on, logan." she said and moved closer to him until she was pressed up against his larger frame. she tipped her head back to look up at him and her lips parted for a moment, "come on, i know you've thought about it," she whispered. her fingers curled into his shirt and she lifted it a little before she brushed her fingertips against his heated skin.

he liked to think he was laid back, a pastor that would be able to connect to everyone not just the younger crowd - he encouraged all his parishioners to call him by his name, but as it came out of jordana's mouth he felt as if that had been a mistake. " it's not right, not here - especially not here, " basement or not it was still part of god's house, and he still made vows to uphold purity and sanctity. and it was his sin to struggle with everyday. " and how would you know that? i have thought nothing of the sort, " logan, despite his every words, didn't release his hold on her arms. whether he wanted to or not, he shouldn't.