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@lingeringscars, [ blood ], lydia notices that jeremiah is bleeding.

the sand is rough against his skin as he collapses onto the ground next to the redhead, leaning back lazily on his hands. the weight leaves an imprint, already forming salt - and - pepper sized indents on his palms, and his legs cross at the ankles. ❝ having fuuuun? ❞ he prompts with a drunken grin, the haziness in his head from the excessive amounts of beer that he consumed during a competitive game of beer pong clouding his vision. well, maybe not, because when lydia touches his cheek in concern to get him to turn his face, he remembers that his head is probably hazy for different reasons. ❝ oh, that? yeah, steven dared me to jump onto the pong table and it broke. whacked my head on the ground, right on a piece of plastic. it was awesome! ❞

#lingeringscars #❀ ── answered.#❀ int. ── jeremiah fisher.

@jer3miah, ❝ nothing you ask for is out of the question. ❞

brown eyes flicker up to ocean blues, shifting between the two in an internal disagreement on where to settle. jeremiah can be very well spoken when he wants to be, hitting her with lines and a soft smile that make her heart catch in her throat. like every other time, she shrugs it off with a shake of her head, ripping herself from the trance has her in shackles in her imagination. ❝ careful what you say. i could totally use that to my advantage one of these days, ❞ she hums with a cocked eyebrow, a silent challenge that is replaced with a smirk when it neutralizes. one of the small braids that frames her face has escaped from behind her ear, so she tucks it back into place crosses her arms against her chest. ❝ i was going to ask you to be my getaway driver. my parents have been pissed since i told them i'm not going to college in the fall and i need to get out for the night, but they took my keys. you down? ❞

#jer3miah #❀ ── answered.#❀ int. ── kiara carrera.#( this can be obx! )

@jer3miah, sick, jeremiah cares for kie while she is sick.

the porcelain is refreshingly cool against the skin that's left exposed from her crocheted crop top, leaning her weight back against the tub. bending her legs at the knees, she tugs them to her chest and groans, reaching for the toilet to slam the lid down and flush it. it only worked out that they left for cousins three days after her graduation, but that meant her party was reserved for her friends on the beach who are terrible influences with alcohol. ❝ god, i'm so embarrassed, ❞ she murmurs with a short laugh, dropping her forehead to her knees. lifting her head up to see what tapped at her ankle is a feat in itself, blowing air from her puffed out lower lip to rid of the hair that fell in her face. she accepts the water bottle, which already has the cap taken off, and takes a tentative sip. ❝ thanks, jere. you don't have to stay. ❞

#jer3miah #❀ ── answered.#❀ int. ── kiara carrera.

promptfairy

❥𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .

sentence starters based on lyrics from various songs by the band heart . some lyrics have been modified to be more usable . change gendered language & add context to your needs . happy roleplaying !!♡

“ i’ve never seen eyes so blue . ” “ i wanna hear you say you’re sorry . ” “ if looks could kill , you’d be lying on the floor . ” “ if looks could kill , you’d be reeling from the pain & you’d never lie again . ” “ i’m watching every move you make . ” “ you don’t want to see my anger , so don’t you make another mistake . ” “ that’s a promise & a threat . ” “ if i was you , i’d really cool it . ” “ i was a fool to believe in you . ” “ i’ve been waiting for you . ” “ i’m pretending & that’s all i can do . ” “ the love i’m sending isn’t making it through to your heart . ” “ there’s something that you forgot . ” “ what about love ?? ” “ don’t you want someone to care about you ?? ” “ you might need it someday . ” “ i can’t tell you what you’re feeling inside . ” “ i can’t sell you what you don’t want to buy . ” “ something’s missing & you’ve got to look back on your life . ” “ you know something here just isn’t right . ” “ hey , i’m talking to you . stop yourself & listen . ” “ anything you want , i can make it happen . ” “ we can’t go on just running away . ” “ walk those legs right over here & give me what i’m dying for . ” “ your kind is a dime a dozen . ” “ you’re wasting your time , giving me lip . ” “ when you finally come knocking , there’ll be nobody home . ” “ what he doesn’t know will never hurt him . ” “ nothing you ask is out of the question . ” “ i can wink my eyes & melt their little hearts . ” “ i know i’m losing it , look what you’ve done . ” “ you’re not sure what you want to do with your life , but you sure don’t want me in it . ” “ you found a new world & you want to taste it , but that world can turn cold & you better face it . ” “ who will you run to when it all falls down ?? ” “ ’til now , i always got by on my own . ” “ i never really cared until i met you . ” “ now , it chills me to the bone . ” “ how do i get you alone ?? ” “ you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to touch your lips & hold you tight . ” “ i was gonna tell you tonight . ” “ if i’ve fallen for you , would it be so bad ?? ” “ i want you so bad . ” “ look a little closer , now , if you dare . ” “ what in the world did i do to deserve you ?? ” “ you took it just a little too far . ” “ now i see you for what you are . ” “ when the truth comes out , you ain’t so tough . ” “ i don’t want to be strangers at heart . ” “ maybe i’m a heartbreak waiting to be . ”

#❀ ── prompts.

@fraegiles, sirius just died, james finds out.

it was a saturday.

halloween day, but the streets are quiet in godric's hallow. the war rampages on around them, his child only ever seeing the walls of his and lily's home that they were sequestered to. it's the evening when lily suggests that they take james' invisibility cloak and go for a walk -- his wife has never liked to be told what to do, even if it's for the sake of survival. james hesitates, but he has always been powerless against the green eyes that blink up at him with an unfitting desire for freedom, so he rummages in his closet and out they go. it's short, less than an hour before harry begins to whine and they decide to return to the unassured safety of their home. when they arrive, the door is ajar, james protectively sticking out his arm in front of lily and grabbing his wand from his back pocket. ❝ stay here with harry, lily, ❞ he whispers with no room for argument, slipping out from underneath the cloak and walking with no lack of quickness towards the entryway. his knuckles are white against his wand as he enters, the entire hallway wrecked. holes in the walls, pictures off of their nails, papers astray on the floor. the rest of the house is of similar shape, james' every step filled with trepidation. ascending up the stairs and peering around the curve of the banister are a pair of feet just beyond the frame to harry's bedroom. his breath catches in his throat, his pace quickening to a run as he rounds the corner.

it was a saturday.

sirius black lays on the floor. where his eyes were always filled with light and mischief, nothing is there. he does not stir when james says his name; there is no twitch of the corners of his mouth as he provides him with a cheeky comment that james responds to with the quickest of wits, there is no arm lifted to wrap around his shoulder to pull him close, there is no rambling to fill the dreadful silence of the room, there is no sirius black. james' life has always been filled by the company he keeps, the memories he's made, the laughs he's shared, but nothing has ever made it feel more full than sirius. he thought that in time of utter destruction he would either run or fight, but he does not move as his world crumbles around him. james stares for several seconds, his lips parted but his lungs unwilling to allow any oxygen, and then everything crashes at once. an unbearable weight slams on his shoulders and knocks him to the ground, gravitating towards the body of his brother and leaning on him for the support that he's always gotten without question. the air enters his lungs with a piercing pain, a broken cry echoing in the emptiness of his home. james screams, simultaneously feeling as though he is out of his body and too much in his body. he does not hear when lily disobeys his command and runs behind him and he does not feel when her hands rest on his shoulders. the only thing he feels is the coldness of the skin when he grabs sirius' hand, a note falling from the tight grip in which he fell for the final time. run.

it was a saturday that sirius saved his life and it was a saturday that his life was never the same.

#fraegiles #❀ ── answered.#❀ int. ── james potter.#OH MY GODDDDD kill me now #fr kill me

i binged the summer i turned pretty over the weekend and i have a jeremiah fi.sher brainrot. i wanna write him / write against him so bad i love this boy???

#❀ ── out.#can't get him outta my mind <///3

calling out @fraegiles for having the audacity to send this with "this is super fun :)"

#DHSJHDSJ #PLS #FUN?????

poohsources

🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

#❀ ── prompts.

NEGATIVE / james potter

bold: always

italic: sometimes

@appleyed, @story1ines (brooke), @enremoto (enzo)

#❀ ── headcanons.#❀ ch. ── james potter.

fraegiles-deactivated20240910

friendship demands sacrifices, it demands to quiet down your own trouble, to bury your sorrows and to let a smile graze your lips, to share lies so everyone's heart feels a bit lighter, for a second. ❛ thank fuck, you're finally admitting that i'm the better looking of the two of us, it's been honestly embarassing to witness, i'm glad you caught some sense. ❜ a twinkle in grey eyes, a grin around the smoke before he makes sure to bump his shoulder into james'. his gaze follows his friend's expression, taking in the smile, in the avoiding eyes, sirius knows his friend by heart, better than he knows himself, can trace the lines of his own palm and read james' future there. he's always had a brother, two years younger, but no one felt quite as a brother as james, some kind of soulmates, as if they were made from the same stardust. ❛ i can imagine, ❜ there's a fleeting thought, as wild blonde curls, strong shoulders under his arm, her warm skin under his fingertips, ❛ i imagine it very well. ❜ sometimes he imagines, having her as a wife, the only one he could bend the knee for, the only one he could tie himself to he feels, for she is as untamable as he is, when a hurricane meets another. he lets the ashes fall, gaze lost in the distance for a moment before he brings himself back, the last secret he has for his best friend, the love that has been raging in his veins since he first saw her, at eleven. ❛ from what i remember, you swore fidelity, right ? if she doesn't want it anymore, what's the use, huh ? ❜ eyebrows wiggle, the same question on the tip of his tongue : are you ok ?

pickpetals

sirius is a rock for him, but he was never meant to bear any weight. james will happily make himself smaller so his friends can grow larger, which is all that he's ever wanted for sirius. he's worked hard to make him feel like there is no box that he must be contained to in order to be his friend, so his problems are kept to himself while he is buried with everyone else's. he has no right to complain about this, after all, as it's something that he willingly signs up for with every passing conversation where he buries his thoughts somewhere that even his mind cannot reach. ❝ oh, bugger off. i called you pretty, not the prettiest. have you looked at me lately? ❞ he bumps him back with the same force, shaking his head and pursing his lips together to conceal the grin that's forcing its way on to his expression. ❝ that's a fair thought. my time spent looking in a mirror would be much more depressing though, eh? ❞ once the smile gradually fades, james looks over at him thoughtfully, wishing that he could crawl inside of his mind and see the thoughts that bounce in there unrelentlessly. he knows sirius like the back of his hand, like a book that he's read thousands of times, like the spells they spent seven years practising. ❝ what're you thinking about, mate? ❞

#fraegiles #❀ int. ── james potter.

ADDED MUSE:

jeremiah fisher, the summer i turned pretty

#❀ ── psa.

andromedaarchives

🌿 the sigh involuntarily leaves her lips. kiara's question lingers in the seconds after. andromeda resists the urge to scrub at her face. ( pity parties don't suit you. her step - mother's words echo quietly from somewhere, never lacking their dismissive tone despite all that she has lost. is that what this is ? she doesn't bother angling her head upward to see if the dark cloud still looms. ) " i guess i haven't known any better, " she admits. it's easier to cast her gaze at the unmarred horizon than see the disappointment in her companion's face. " i'm kinda out of my element here. "

pickpetals

andromeda is a girl of many words but no context. for the time that they have been friends, kiara knows no more about her than a classmate who has sat next to her all year. she's guarded, closed off, but can she blame her? everyone has skeletons in their closet that they no longer want to be haunted by. ❝ a lot of people don't. society wants us to beat ourselves up, it's just how it goes. sometimes i think that all the happiness being forced on us is fake -- is anyone really happy? ❞ she tuts in disapproval, shaking her head. the joint still fogs her mind and burns at her eyes, making the earth seem lighter as a whole. ❝ you can talk to me, you know. and the boys -- they can be annoying, but they mean well most of the time. ❞

#appleyed #❀ int. ── kiara carrera.

thatprettylittlething

His voice is muffled and slow, grumbled into the pages themselves as he announces his very obvious distaste at the situation she’d coaxed him into. She too, sighs, a pinched expression on her face as she looks down at the dark flop of hair poking out of his unread textbook. ❝ That’s funny, ❞ she hums, ❝ considering the amount of times you’ve dragged me out of bed to do something awful. ❞ Sure, those times usually involved locating dead bodies or something equally as horrifying. Now, it’s plain old revision. Lydia’s eyes narrow. Her voice is a hushed hiss as she leans over the table at him. ❝ You’d rather be searching for a dead body, wouldn’t you? God, Stiles. ❞ Lydia huffs, picking up her textbook again. ❝ Real life matters too, y’know. That means passing exams. ❞

pickpetals

the pages of the textbook crinkle as he slowly, very slowly, turns his head without picking it up to give her an unimpressed stare. ❝ you're the one bringing up dead bodies, lydia. i was talking about sleep, like a normal person. yeesh. ❞ stiles would feel equally inconvenienced and be complaining just as much if they were out in the woods for some supernatural purposes. a saturday is a saturday! it's the day of relaxation. fuck exams. stiles picks up his head only to bang it against the textbook once, twice, three times before sitting up completely and slumping in the chair. ❝ i'm good at chemistry, you're good at chemistry, do we really have to be here? doesn't breakfast sound more interesting than science? ❞

#thatprettylittlething #❀ int. ── stiles stilinski.#( he's SO dramatic )

hi friend <3! just dropping by to wish you a good day. i hope it brings you so much joy and all the good things you deserve.

thank you anon friend <3 i hope you have a lovely day too!

#❀ ── positivity.#❀ ── answered.

optimst

sometimes she really wonders why she even puts up with his attitude. it would make things way easier if she could just leave him be, and go about her business as usual; but of course, she wouldn't be izzie if she didn't at least try. her hand falls uselessly to her side but his outburst still counts as a victory in her book. angry alex is good, angry alex she can handle. ❝ well, the moment you started moping around this place and being an ass to me and everyone else you made it my business. so no. ❞ she shrugs nonchalantly, not willing to give up this easily. ❝ i just thought you could use a friend, that's all. i could help you if you'd talk to me. ❞

pickpetals

alex rolls his eyes, his stubbornness as sturdy as a reinforced brick wall. ❝ did it ever occur to you that maybe i'm being an ass to you because you never take no for an answer? ❞ despite his protests, he doesn't make an immediate exit through the doors down the hallway that izzie's body is currently blocking. he pins her down with a heavy glare, wishing that it was as effective as he wanted it to be. she doesn't budge, unfortunately not nearly as skittish as o'malley. after its inadequacy becomes clear, he sighs, ❝ you're not my friend and you can't help. unless you can go back in time and make me pass my boards, you can't do shit. ❞

#optimst #❀ int. ── alex karev.

andromedaarchives

🌿 " i'm not sure. " she means to sound more hopeful, if only to soothe him. ( that light of relief in his eyes is already fading and she hates so much to see it go. ) the words come out feeble and quiet, more to herself than him. what is the last thing she remembers ? " the rings of a tree stump. " the words are blurted out as if they've been waiting for his question, so patiently perched. they sound ridiculous to her ---- what good is this information ? isn't she always tramping through the woods, off those old overgrown georgia trails ? ---- she frowns.

andromeda rifles through her memories, but they scatter through her fingers like leaves onto the forest floor and crumble upon further investigation. the silence begins to feel oppressive and watchful. she blinks once and hot tears are already shining in the corners of her eyes and stinging her throat. the singular loose string of the bedsheet is caught between her fingers, suddenly far more interested in that than looking at him, which is all she wants to do. " i know my dad is dead. i know . . . i know lincoln is dead. " a long pause : she trips on the memory. those hot tears spill down her cheeks. " i know we moved. and this is california. "

pickpetals

stiles swallows, the thin cool saliva feeling now like thick molten lava down his throat. he wants to spit it out to save himself from the pain, leave the room to salvage what he has left, but he stays sat and continues to swallow the hot boulders that clog his esophagus in the form of words that he should've, could've, would've said. his fingers dance on the edge of the hospital bed, suddenly feeling more alone than he has in the solitude in a state he's never been in before.

the nemeton. ( doesn't it always come back to that tree? it all makes sense now. she looks at him with unfamiliarity because she has once again walked too close to the sun, icarus chasing the flames and ultimately getting burned. ) her memories are summarized, but none include him. he sits and touches her from instinct the moment her eyes meet his, but she doesn't recognize the tips of his fingers that have traced every scar on her skin. ❝ lincoln... who's ― ❞ he shakes his head, clears his throat, reminds himself of his priorities. the question that sits at the tip of his tongue takes precedence over the interrogation that naturally comes to him like it always does when he wants to get to the bottom of situations. ❝ annie, do you not remember me? do you know who i am? ❞

#appleyed #❀ int. ── stiles stilinski.#( ouch ur honor )

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