jer3miah

[jer3miah]

jeremiah can be found on @norholy

[jer3miah]

three years ago from today, susannah was peering up at him from her hospital bed with this infinite hope in eyes that likened his. it still puzzles him how she could cling to so much hope and promise when she knew in the depths of her heart, that she'd be exhaling her final breaths. hope is something he believes, no, he knows, she could never renounce, and he knows that she held on for dear life for them. for him and conrad, for laurel, for belly and steven. for the people that made up her entire world. susannah fisher was magic in the flesh, she epitomized it, she illuminated every room with a word or a smile, she was everything to him. he lost her bit by bit, day by day, and though he chose to seize her best days over the worst, reality soon sunk in and he'd come to accept that she'd be gone. he knew that they would lose her far too early in life. jeremiah hadn't been ready to be without his mom, but then again, no one's ever really prepared for that — death. not when it's someone who takes up such a vast area of your heart.

so much has happened within that time. he and belly, conrad and he reconciling and being stronger than ever before, impervious affinities and even ones he's better off without. today he's at a party slightly off campus, a few frat brother mingling with their girlfriends and he mingling amongst the crowd. he cruises through the buzz effortlessly, discourse and charisma flowing through him until he finds himself in solitude, eyeing a rather familiar face. he's seated at the bar nursing a hard seltzer, the breadth of his palm concealing the brand from the bartender eyeing his drink in displeasure. with the drink he'd ordered for her now willingly collected, his grin is magnetic. "miss the lemon? now that'd just be criminal." his voice is affable above the dull bass thrumming through the speakers, forearms leaning against the bar. jeremiah gives her a feigned once over, gaze lingering a little too long on the quirk of her lips before finding its way back to her eyes. "—oh, it definitely suits you. and... okay, you only look a tiny bit lost." he grins, ivories flashing behind the smile. "i'm jeremiah."

card of coins. sender buys the receiver a drink at a tavern. , for gwen

soft music pulsed in tandem with the iridescent lights, rainbow-flickers darting up the walls of a smooth sailing dance night. she recognised most of the faces humming with chatter in cloistered groups or, new faces she could have sworn she must have known from somewhere — but between trudging her way through school and so often drumming away her thoughts, more than a few important moments in life had slipped by her in that fog. she almost feels like a stranger coming back here again, with fewer friends and fewer lifelines still — not campus itself per se, but this sort of an event. this harmless and jovial night that presented itself as nothing more than a moment to be someone else, someone different.

but unable to escape her own shoes, gwen headed down to the bar boasting a collection of mostly non alcoholic drink. she'd been half lost in thought by the time the bartender had nudged her attention, at which point she'd looked up and nearly second-guessed herself when someone else spoke in her stead.

peach tonic, iced. remembering herself, the corner of her mouth quirked up; beside her was a boy in a white shirt, handsome in a windswept kind of way, with a smile that matched the night: harmless and jovial. ❛❛    not bad. sweet but not too sweet. huh, didn't miss the slice of lemon either.    ❜❜ the fancy glass slid her way, perspiring as the low-beat music hummed around them. shoulders easing back, her brow arched with amusement when she gestured at her dark outfit. ❛❛    is it because it suits me you think, or do i look that lost?    ❜❜

* 🏺    action prompts    …    ft.   jeremiah fisher.

[jer3miah]

when still cushioned by the safety net of youth, jeremiah couldn't draw a distinction between all of the lilts one's voice. he could discern the fluctuations in emotions, he could hear when others were distressed or content, but he could never truly tell when they were faking it. he couldn't tell until it was he, who faked it. he couldn't tell until he plastered on a smile for the sake of those around him when what he felt was defeat and grief, he couldn't until susannah died. until he and his best friend's friendship turned sour, until he gazed at conrad with more disillusionment than pride. thankfully, it's not like that anymore, he's come to realize more than he'd ever thought he could, and he's also come to offer grace. as she lay dying, it was so difficult to see anything beyond his own suffering that he burrowed himself in how he perceived things in his life. he didn't listen. he once called conrad a coward, now he's the bravest person in the world to jeremiah. conrad and james, they're both brave. he wonders now if james' 'stay' was sincere, if he really wants him to remain, but jeremiah's been choking with anxiety, his friends' pronounced distancing a brick in the pit of his stomach. he'd been halted and embraced all in what seemed the same second, arms hovering in midair until they ever so willingly ascended to wrap around the others' back. "hey," he repeats, quieter now, hands slipping into the depths of his pockets as he fleetingly rocks back onto his heels. "i was worried. you've been distant, more so than the usual."

[ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ] : as sender is about to leave, receiver embraces them.

james stood blinking in the empty foyer of his parents’ house.   arms hanging by his sides,   the sound of the ocean billowing in through a nearby open window.   he hadn’t expected visitors.   embarrassingly dressed in pajamas at noon,   hair mussed and frowning,   he may’ve seemed wary.   may’ve seemed dismissive when his friend crossed the threshold to greet him,   sunny as ever.   realizing his blunder a few moments too late,   he cleared his throat,   breaking the awkward silence that fell between them.   but the other man was already turning,   heading for the door.   “  wait.  ”   stepping forward,   james reached around to catch jeremiah’s wrist in a hasty,   loose hold.   then,   he turned him around and all but walked into his chest,   arms enveloping him in a hug.   “  stay,   please,  ”   implored a stage-trained voice as he pulled away and took one polite step back.   “  you just caught me by surprise,   is all.  ”  

angsty action prompts.   @jer3miah.

[jer3miah]

breaking up fights with tyler lockwood being front and center wasn't the most uncommon situation for jeremiah. he's done it more times than he can count, somehow he's always there. it took them a good while to get along, which isn't the norm for beck's sunshine boy, but their temperaments clashed radically. maybe it was just that that brought them closer together, maybe this way, they found balance in amity. he'd be deceitful if he denied never seeing the mayor's son with eyes other than platonic. he's hot, for one, and pleasingly unpredictable, how could he not? but he also felt for him. jeremiah went out of his way in the attempt of making his time there marginally less shitty. not because his gaze lingered for a little too long, but because he's his friend. it's unsettling for jeremiah when his friends are unhappy. it's so far from his nature to not do something about it.

reaching for the red solo cup extended to him, jeremiah's hand securely wraps around the exterior of the plastic before bringing it up to his lips, briefly sipping on its bitter contents. he nods gingerly at the other's words, knowing that although he may not relate, considering that cousins is the only place that has ever felt like home to him, where he belongs most, he can try to understand how it may not be the same for someone outside of their family. namely, the mayor's son. he wonders if tyler's sense of not belonging is due to his father, someone who he's seen on multiple accounts being the brunt of his foul mood. fernweh — being homesick for a place you've never been, he heard the term somewhere. maybe that's what tyler feels? he'd have to ask sometime. "well," he begins, "where would you wanna go? you won't feel like you belong somewhere until you finally get out of where you don't wanna be, right? so, where would you wanna go?" drawing out a hand behind him as he settles down into the cool sand below, he motions for his friend to join, gaze seeking his out. "and hey, you may not feel like you belong here, but you do have people you belong with. i'm one of those. you'll always have me, dude."

✐

jeremiah wouldn't get it. that kid eat, prayed, lived cousins. he was almost as bad as belly was. they looked forward to summers in their beach house more than tyler ever did. he spent most of his time wanting to be literally anywhere else. specifically, anywhere his dad wasn't. but his father was mayor of cousins. he lived there, year round. not just for the summers, through all four seasons. it was different. it wasn't a vacation, it was his own personal hell.

parties were supposed to be fun. they were tyler's excuse to just . . . let go for a few hours. but, like most nights, his anger got the best of him and it was jeremiah who had to break up the fight between tyler and a guy who was like, twice his size. typical. he finished filling one cup, passed it to jeremiah, and started to fill a second for himself. "i don't know, man. i just never really felt like i belonged anywhere, you know? like i'm homesick for a place I've never been."

[jer3miah]

condad fisher, a nickname that toured all of their lips at some point in time, now journeying from the lips who remark it best. it's almost as if conrad was destined for fatherhood, for extending his love far beyond himself because he simply had so much to give. they both do, they both always have, it was merely declared and revealed in distinct ways. conrad's was like... it was like a storm, jeremiah has always felt. hushed and imminent but growing in magnitude with time and effort, while the younger fisher's was like a drought with a perpetual stream of sun, burning brighter and more torrid with every second. he wasn't called sunshine boy when guarded by the innocence of youth for no reason. but even the sun needs its rest, it's moments of respite, making room for the emergence of the moon. "at least you're not too cool for your uncles. oh my god, i am so glad you never went through that phase with me, i don't think i would've survived the heartbreak."

where his gaze had formerly drifted toward the picture frame on his nightstand, it now flickers back into focus as familiar footfalls patter against hardwood and into his bedroom. her footfalls have decelerated throughout the years, tired and worn by endless days of play and delight. bailey's been a constant in his life for so long now that it's felt like she's always been a part of him. although she hadn't even been born yet when he was a kid, he felt that she was fatefully meant for him. she'd always be his sunshine girl. climbing the steps up to the bed that andrés so attentively constructed for her when leaping became more of a challenge than a past time, she bumps her snout against her dad's leg and settles snugly against his side, jeremiah's fingers instantly threading through golden fur. "becks, conrad will be fine... eventually." he grins into the receiver, "sebas is down at fire island with friends until tomorrow night, and emmy has a few site visits to do, so showering you with devoted attention and affection is a go. texting your parents now." @afterevers

oh the betrayal she's met with, when he coos her boyfriend's name. was he her boyfriend yet? she wasn't actually sure. none of them had put a title to it, all she knew was that her heart was a storm around him. no, it was a hurricane, and when he held her she was in the eye of the hurricane, in the calm of the storm, and it was a feeling she wouldn't tire of anytime soon if ever. he gave her fireworks, and he stood and admired them with her. from listening to her parents for years - that was the goal, the ultimate goal was to find a person who gave you fireworks, and who admired the fireworks you two created together. beck is quite sure that is what wyatt is to her, and she wants to cherish it. " yes, i do that to mom and dad too. it's a part of my unending charm. "

then scoffing as she wonders if she should go into detail about wyatt over the phone or not. he didn't feel like a phone subject, but then again, it wasn't her fault that her uncle lived too far away along with her cousin, who was more like a best friend and brother than her own brothers were. not that she didn't love the two little squirts - who were taller than her now. everyone were, except laura. but she'd probably grow too. unfair. " don't bring wyatt into this! i told you his name in full confidentiality. i am simply too afraid of dad knowing on his own, the more people who know wyatt exists, the better. less chance of him mysteriously disappearing one day if god forbid, he kisses me in front of condad fisher. " then snickering to herself as she plays with her hair on the bed. " thank you for offering, that is your job. i'll pack a bag and grab my car keys. is sebas home? ooooooh, and emmy?? do i have to compete for devoted attention and affection or will you shower me with it? " a loud giggle at her own words, she even ends up making herself snort.

[jer3miah]

there's a coiling fever beneath his hand as it resides just north of the other's breastbone, digits only slightly splayed but palm firm and resolute. his hand had soared up readily, zero reflections prior to the movement as instinct to halt kenneth in his tracks seized its way into his every tendon until hand obliged and met fabric. their relationship was amicable at best, a little too transactional much to jeremiah's dismay, but a relationship of sorts nonetheless. he rarely hit a snag when forging connections, he never had much trouble getting others to like him, either. he would never be someone other than himself for the sake of being liked, his energy and inherently charming personality alone typically did that for him. kenneth didn't seem to be drawn towards it. in fact, he seemed antagonized by it. as if a man whose grin mirroring the sunlight at daybreak was the very last person he'd ever desire to befriend. does jeremiah view this as somewhat of a challenge? he absolutely does. does he also feel a flutter deep in his chest when he locates kenneth awaiting him by the science building? he couldn't ever bring himself to admit.

over the last few lawless months, he'd had falling outs with a few of the guys in his fraternity. with jeremiah seen lip-locked with a guy at a party a few months preceding the present, and later spotted cozied up at one of the campus cafe's with the enigmatic kenneth ( if you could call two individuals seated across one another with books strewn between them cozying up ), some of his frat brothers haven't let him hear the end of it. they weren't all discriminatory dicks that deserved a solid punch to the face, there were a few he could truly call friends, particularly those he'd pledged with in his first year. but there were a few who were purely hateful, some who kenneth's now within earshot of.

"kenneth," name glides along the surface of his tongue facilely, it was so smooth that it merely rolled. it sounds unlike any other time he'd uttered it. it’s softer now, and with a touch of rigid exigency, barren of any mischief or delight. it wasn't that the aggressions didn't cause every hair on the nape of his neck to stand on end, it's not that he wasn't bristling with discomfort and a churning gut, it's that he caught a shimmer reflecting off of the descending sun deriving from his almost-friend's hand that brought his blood to frigidity. the last thing he desired was for someone, for kenneth, to have yet another offense to add to his record. with jeremiah's hand still against the hard planes of his chest, he takes a step toward the right to partially position himself in kenneth's path, piercing eyes searching. "that's not what i was gonna say," he begins, voice low and tremor-free. "what i was gonna say was that i can take their shit, and they're not worth it. come on, just let it go."

[ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something, any verse

he had half the mind to force his way through, no matter the strength of intention in the hand that wanted to slow him. instead he allows it despite the transgression it posed to his own irritation, his cuffed shoes slowing to a stop over the trimmed grass of a wide field. on the other end of this border was the small pack of jeering boys with nothing more than poisonous words on their tongues, rendered colourless in the morning sun.

they had very little to debate, content with their insubstantial and cruel conclusions about jeremiah only to see him upset and shorn off by their abrupt judgements. and yet, all the pompous noise had quietened with a touch of fear when his palm had glittered with a small knife. ( it was apparent then, by his scoff and his impatient eyes, that kenneth couldn't comprehend why jeremiah had stopped him at all. )

the threat had dispersed the crowd at any rate, at which point he turned his waning irritation back towards his almost-friend, their tentative alliance still somehow in tact. with a canted head and eyes no less bent with quiet fury, the blade disappeared back into the ether between one movement and the next, which meant the only weapon jeremiah had to contend with was kenneth's stringent disapproval. ❛❛    tell me you did that 'cause violence doesn't solve nothing, i'll punch your lights out.    ❜❜

[jer3miah]

jeremiah misses his mom every single moment of every day, and not a day goes by where she doesn't come to mind for some reason. he can be at any age, something will always remind him of her, or he'll just think of her. without fail.

[jer3miah]

"not at the moment, no," feigned displeasure weighs the corners of his lips down and out of their typical buoyancy, blue eyes bordering on translucent beneath the setting sun. "nothing nice enough to say out loud, at least." he holds out just long enough to crack a ghost of a smile, hand sinking into the sand behind him to support his seated frame. "....i'm kidding, we all have bad days, right? who am i to judge."

❛❛ what ? no witty remark ? nothing clever to say ? ❜❜

@jer3miah : one liners.

[jer3miah]

with his hand securely clasped between a set of tiny ( yet mighty ) fingers, the younger fisher brother yieldingly allows himself to be led toward the kitchen at their cousins house. they'd driven in the week prior, fully equipped for two straight weeks of christmas festivities with their ever growing family. there are these moments, ones that are isolated and distinct, when surrounded by the best people in his life, where time seems to meet a standstill. or at least, that's what he lets himself believe. he revels in the thought of time coming to a halt when they're like this, that their every moment together can and undeniably will last a lifetime. their every new recollection is warmly embraced by the essence that magic conducts. susannah regularly made it seem like she was magic and everything she touched would turn to magic, too. that's the effect she had on others, that's the power she held, especially at cousins beach — where it once felt as though harm couldn't touch them. when her soul departed, they presumed that the magic died along with her, that she'd taken its very heart to the grave. with time, he noticed how his world hadn't turned bleak, how his hope continued to beam brightly, how the strength in his heart never dwindled. susannah may have bred her magic with undying love, but it'd been up to them to keep it alive.

it hadn't been long since sebastían had joined their family of three. andrés and he had never truly discussed having children when they married, it simply never came up as a topic of conversation. too absorbed in building their lives together with their four-legged girl, it was safe to say that their hearts were full. this had felt like enough for their home in northport. but with a few concerned remarks from andrés' parents about a child being put up for adoption in valencia, jeremiah and he simply knew that their family would grow from three to four. the international process to adopt had been an arduous one, one that truly put their patience to a test, but it solely affirmed just how desperately they wanted it to work. it's been nearly a years time with their four year old now, the twenty-fourth of december marking the anniversary of his adoption.

"technically, yes." arriving at a beck-enforced halt alongside belly and conrad idling by the kitchen island, jeremiah crouches down and releases beck's hand in one fluid motion, his now vacant hands enclosing around her waist and casting her up into his arms. it felt like yesterday where her entire body could nuzzle into the breadth of his forearms, now her legs come to dangle against his hips as her cheek meets his own. "it's his first christmas with us as a family. but he's had a few christmases without us, too, before he became a part of our family." hoping his annotations could offer some clarity, beryl irises glance expectantly at conrad, hoping that his brother's words could appease beck. "— he's with emmy, probably by the ocean. bails was getting restless and needed a walk." @con2ad

being a mother of more than one kid was something she was still adjusting to. having a six year old and two babies was definitely something, but the boys were down for a nap - which beck was definitely not. she had all the energy in the world, excited for christmas, excited to spend time with sebas for his first christmas with their family. even if it took a bit of explaining. ( it's his first christmas! ) beck had exclaimed multiple times in complaints about the house not looking christmassy enough for their guests. to which isabel and her husband had to explain to beck that sebas had experienced christmas before, but that it was still a very special day for all of them. belly knew that andrés and jeremiah was excited too, and so was she.

" she ran off, " she explains to her husband as she walks into the kitchen, smiling when she hears beck dragging her uncle with her, clearly bringing jeremiah - uncle miah, into the discussion now. the little girl peeks up at her uncle when the two brothers and belly, just as they had started once, minus steven who was joining them later with his wife. " uncle miah, this is your baby's first christmas right? " beck asks, eyes big and wide, even if sebastián wasn't really a baby, but actually a four year old boy who could speak and tried his best to do so. even if beck didn't understand a single word of spanish. they'd tried to teach her, but their girl was a silly goose and would laugh every time they told her a new word.

in the midst of all of this, isabel still found herself missing susannah, missing their second mom, and her mother in law. she wonders if she would be proud of this, all of them parents, all of them gathered beneath the same roof. steven with sora, belly and conrad with beck, noah and jonah, jeremiah with sebastián. isabel knows that beck would've loved each one of these kids more than anything else. she had the magic of making anyone feel special in her presence. slowly it was occurring to belly that the magic wasn't only susannah, but that whatever magic she did have, she'd been dosing into each one of them throughout the years. even if the house still feels very magical, especially in summer - and christmas. soon laurel would be there, and it would hurt a little more and a little less at the same time. it wasn't a bleeding wound as much anymore, but the wound still throbbed. grief hadn't gotten smaller, but time and love had grown around it. leaving space for other things now too. including their little rascals. " i tried to tell her that he is not a baby, and that he already tried christmas. " she shrugs, glancing between the fisher men, letting them know this was now their issue, not hers. " speaking of the christmas miracle, where's my nephew? "

christmas thread ft. @con2ad + @jer3miah.

[jer3miah]

reposting his immortal + demigod verse. inspired from the odyssey, i wanna tweak it to make it fit into pjo universe if desired. from what i remember, calypso's in it but i need to make it make sense for a riordanverse.

inspired by homer’s epic the odyssey, jeremiah's the biological son of goddess/third gen titaness calypso and wanderer, adam, who’d been shipwrecked upon her prison isle. odysseus had long departed, as well as various other lovers, as they’d been freed from her enchantments. but, this adam was no hero. jeremiah was born on ogygia and held for the first few months of infancy on her remote island, he was never provided a name. he remained until the gods ordered hermes, yet again, to warn calypso to set this mortal man free. once adam constructs himself a boat made of planks, trees, and leaves to ultimately return to his family, he takes a glance at the baby she had come to birth and guilt floods through him at the thought of leaving him behind. and so, he wraps him up and tucks him into the boat, securely concealing him from calypso’s sight. adam returns home with the baby despite he and susannah having not spoken in many months. he explains himself, and his wife who’d been separated from him since before his departure, accepts the baby into her home but asks him to leave them. she would care for the baby and treat him as if he were their own. she names him jeremiah, and he has a big brother, conrad. 

his adopted mom dies too young, leaving him and conrad to live the remainder of their adolescence without her. when jeremiah turns twenty-three, calypso grows desperate to leave the isle, repentant and weary of solitude for the pain she’d caused for so many years, blaming it on the staggering love she’d felt for those who’d met with her land. as an act of atonement, she pleads with athena to bargain with zeus, to grant the son of adam immortality and eternal youth as she departs ogygia, losing all of her powers and immortality in the process. they accept her apology and request, granting immortality and imparting visions of her life in jeremiah’s mind — flooding him with understanding. he wakes up on his twenty third birthday having been visited in a dream, it’s as if a second life lived in his mind. a life he watched, not lived. the memories of another, the visions, provided understanding, but it also did nothing. he could accept the abilities that accompanied being a demigod, but he couldn’t grasp how this could have been a gift. while remaining eternal, those he loved around him would age. it’s something he was desperate to reverse. perhaps one day he could, or someone.

[jer3miah]

there’s something magical about the way the sun sets in cousins.   the only other place that could neighbor such a sunset was the one in valencia, by his husbands family home. he's half convinced that the beauty came from the man who'd been alongside him, because he’s almost certain that no sunset or sunrise will compare to the one in cousins.   he may be biased, that’s for damn sure, but it truly is his favorite place in the world.   he was heading back to northport the following day with bianca in tow.   they often made the drive back to cousins together, and luckily she’s on the way as he passes through the city. even so, roadtrips have become theirs ever since his days in college.   andrés was back and forth between new york and cousins that summer, and bailey tarried behind this time to accompany him. jeremiah would be outright dishonest with himself if he said his chest didn’t ache with how much he misses them.   a comparable sensation settles against his breastbone when he goes too long without being in bianca’s company.   a fierce companion, a steady best friend with a heart so big for him.   her friendship is clear, and he's ever so grateful.

with his cardigan settled over her shoulders, jeremiah sits as near to her as the cherry bowl allows, digits reaching for a red stone fruit and plopping it past his lips before his gaze fixes on the blazing star now fading into dusk.     "you make anyone fall to their knees with a single glance,   bia."    he smiles genuinely, warmly, as hands loosely clasp between denim-clad thighs.   "—you ready to go back home tomorrow?"

COUSINS IS A TAD COLD DURING THIS TIME OF THE YEAR,    the end of the summer marking itself with the breeze that leaves her searching for a cardigan.    luckily she never has to search long because the moment jeremiah realizes his cardigan already settles around her shoulders,    making her ease comfortably in the swing,    watching the sun set over the beach.    she moves the bowl between them from her lap so he can easily reach too,    wrapping her arms around herself.

❛  you know better than to smile at me like that. ❜

her grin brightens,    more joyous and amused as she chews the cherry she's just popped into her mouth.    “ why? ” she nudges @jer3miah's ankle with her foot, chuckling.    “ am i too charming? god forbid you're mesmerized by my beauty, ”    she says, pushing her hair back behind her shoulder with faux confidence.    “ we wouldn't want that now, would we? ”

[jer3miah]

you’re my favorite brother, occasionally

while still swathed in the innocence of youth, it wasn’t uncommon knowledge that his big brother proved intelligence beyond his years.   some of jeremiah’s earliest memories were of conrad arriving home from school to studiously get through his homework, while jeremiah made a beeline for his video games.    it's not that jeremiah didn't care about his grades, he did, but he cared about them more for susannah and adam's sakes.    he looked to his dad for recognition at times, and half the time, he didn’t realize he was even in search of it.    on the one hand he’s appreciative of it, because it got him to care about things that could be important for his future. but on the other, he wished he'd done it for himself.   though jeremiah couldn’t necessarily attribute the same studious qualities to himself, he was smart and bright in his own way, and now he looks to conrad with pride.  it took him time to shed his jealousy, it took him years to deconstruct and separate the things he’d been envious of and those that would simply never be meant for him.   in allowing himself to be awash with pride for his brother, he'd fallen into himself more.   he’s found safety and a foothold in this world without susannah fisher safeguarding him, he’s reclaimed a home in his multiplying family.   

"occasionally?"   brows shoot up his forehead, arms rising to fold over his chest as he angles his torso toward conrad. they're in the kitchen, a kitchen that bears memories ranging across all their lifetimes. this may be belly, conrad's, and baby beck's permanent home now, but jeremiah likes to think it'll always be his too. there will always be room for him and andrés. "i'm occasionally your favorite brother — like steven's occasionally your best friend?"    he scoffs teasingly, shoulder knocking against the other's. "conrad, bro, i will always be your favorite, um and only? brother.   even when you don't want to admit it — you love me."

[jer3miah]

"they're definitely around here somewhere," feigning curiosity and ignorance alike, he takes a theatrical scan of their surroundings as he hovers just by her shoulder, his hands perched atop narrow hips. "probably eating it on the waves." it's not exceptional or unknown for jeremiah's smile to be as blinding as the summer sun beating down on them, it's visible at a bare glance, it's perceptible in the way he coasts across a room and inadvertently draws the attention of its populace, in being so easygoing and aglow. his magnetism is what captivates others, but it's his heart that he hopes makes them choose to stay. he strives diligently to be what others need him to be, but when will he be what he needs himself to be? who would exert that same effort for him? belly maybe. susannah? without hesitation. the amiability is clear across the upturn of his lips now, an arm dropping toward his side as his body descends into the awaiting sand alongside peyton. in being at a short distance, he notes features he may have never detected from afar, like how her eyes glimmer in the sun. all that tells him is that he hasn't spent nearly enough time making new connections, he hasn't mingled. "peyton, right? what're you reading there?"

@jer3miah's voice is like honey, slow and smooth, "i think i've seen you around before." it makes her stop with the pathetic attempt at reading the book she's barely gotten a chapter into, unable to focus in the heat of the sun. the same sun that's now casting a bright glow around jeremiah. like a halo. she has to laugh because yes, peyton knew who he was in the same way he might have known her. they were around. it's what happened when you went to the same place every summer for your entire life. "yeah," she replies, squinting as she looks at him, hand covering her face. "i think you might be right." he had the essence of a golden boy. the one everyone got along with, who was easy to talk to, warm and welcoming; somewhat the opposite of her. peyton could be the life of the party, she could be outgoing in a way that would at least get people to laugh, but their reputations were different. she isn't sure what got him to give her attention over someone more familiar. surely he had friends somewhere on the beach. "i've never seen you alone," the blonde notes as she sits up on her towel, gesturing for him to join her if he was interested. "where's your crew?"

[jer3miah]

mentally i’m on a beach, i’ll be there for the next five months

[jer3miah]

even when he's not physically there, his heart is, infallibly. but part of his heart belongs here too. with andrés and bailey, at their house in northport. his safe spaces have relocated throughout the years. it was once in the arms of susannah fisher, nestled into her warm embrace as affirmations trickled from her lips and found a home in his heart. it was also cousins, the house at cousins, to be exact. when she died, his safe space felt fractured, a breach in entry where harm, spite, and the cruelties of the world could reach him. he hadn't known then that that breach could be remedied and reinforced, he hadn't known that he'd find safety in the arms of another. as his phone rests against his chest and he sprawls back against feathered pillows, drowsy hues flicker toward the picture frame on the nightstand — it's one of him kissing his husband on the cheek in front of the house at cousins. it's his favorite photograph of them.

beck's disputing remark generates a playful roll of his eyes, an arm ascending to prop up the back of his head. "i'm basically telling you that i love you and that i'm always gonna be here for you even when i'm not actually there, and this is your response? do you do this to belly and conrad? don't tell me you do it to... what's his name, again? oh, wyaaatt?" he laughs openly into the still air around him, her protests and huffs mostly anticipated and eagerly awaited on the other end of the line. "we're heading back down for thanksgiving, squirt. so sure, come over. are you planning on asking your parents or are you leaving that conversation to me?"

just because i left doesn’t mean that i’m not still there. for beck <3

" technically, " she twirls a strand of her hair as she flops on the bed. she's on the phone with her favorite uncle, sorry steven! but she doesn't agree with his logic. he did leave, and she'd been a bit sad ever since. it always hurt when summer ended and everyone went home to their own places. even if beck stayed with her siblings and parents in the beach house. " technically, leaving means you're not actually still here. " she argues with a small pout. she wasn't sure however, if she missed her uncles most, or if she mostly missed their dog. little bailey, she was getting old, but she was still the love of beck's life.

" when are you coming back? i miss you, miaaah. " drawing out the nickname in a dramatic whine, head thrown back onto one of her pillows. " i have a secret, i'll tell you if - i can come sleep at your place this weekend, alone. "

[jer3miah]

it feels like a literal lifetime has passed since he'd seen her last. it feels like a lifetime since he'd seen any of them last. they texted every once in a while, sent relevant memes months after the mystic falls crew left for the summer jeremiah hadn't known would be their last. but as most things with distance go, they had lost touch and their lives kept going. susannah's cancer returned with a resolve far too big to vanquish, and then she was gone, too. bonnie and he were close, closer than most, and he'd missed her when she wasn't there. so many of his days had gone quiet, his light obscured by the shadow of the moon. but with a warm glow justly returned to his vacation eyes, summer's are jeremiah's, again. summers are theirs. his hands are still on either side of her waist, a smile as radiant as the sun beaming down at her. "nice to see you too, caroline!" he calls out above the lapping waves crashing on the shore, eyes flickering between her and bonnie before falling into step alongside one of his oldest friends. "so?" he commences anew, hands slipping into the pockets of his shorts and noting how she'd failed to settle his curiosities. "how have you been? oh, how's your grams?"

how have you been? , no but for bonnie….. would she ever find herself at the beach asdfghjk pls

❝ oh my god -- jere? ❞ talk about seeing a ghost from the past. it's been . . . years? she's lost count. somewhere along the way, adolescent summers of fun turned to a horror house that seeped long past the summer days. life changed . . . in general, and it changed her. they gang all wanted to come back together for a last hoorah, but she hadn't expected to see jeremiah.

❝ it's been ages! ❞ arms around his neck as she pulls him into a hug before leaning back to get a good look at him. ❝ i've been . . . ❞

❝ come on, you guys! the beach isn't going to wait on us forever! ❞ it was caroline who was rushing them.

and with a laugh, she let go and nodded for the other to join her. ❝ let's go before we get lectured. ❞

[jer3miah]

it had only been a day and a half since they'd landed at the airport in cousins from their semi-planned trip to madrid. with it having been five months since andrés had visited his parents, they agreed that an impromptu vacation was in order. jeremiah loves his boyfriend fiancé's parents, they're older, soft, and equal parts loving and warm. being loved by his mom mended something he hadn't realized was still fractured in him, healed a part of him he didn't know needed healing. with every kiss to both cheeks, and every 'mijo' murmured so dearly his way, he knows susannah watched from wherever she was, silently grateful that her sunshine boy was loved by another family, yet another mother. as the years had come to pass, he'd gathered that andrés coasted somewhere between both of his parents — his mother's kind eyes with a touch of unerring mischief, while harnessing his dad's determination and unwavering integrity to just about anything he pledges to do. these are traits that jeremiah values in him, ones he admires, ones that inspire him to be the very best version of himself. in loving andrés, there is nowhere infinity can't begin. though he'd been a few days off of his initial plan to propose in cousins, surrounded by his family, not a single cell in his body regrets dropping to a knee in madrid.

azure irises flutter to a close and laugh lines crinkle at the corners of said eyes as belly's lips drop a kiss to his cheek. as she pulls away and descends to her typical tiny height, his gaze finds her blissfully, both thrill and tranquility warring within his heart. "way," he nods swiftly, "because you'd look so hot in a suit, bells. but either one is more than fine. as long as you guys are there standing by side." he was seconds shy of pulling her into yet another one of his bone crushing embraces when a bang resonates through the living room, beck's familiar voice reassuring the household soon after. before he could as little as react, the toddler all but plows into his knees, little fists clutching at the denim clinging to his legs. it's almost as if she simply knew this discussion was vital, and who was beck if not the center of all of their hearts? .... and attention. freeing belly and bending at the waist in one fluid motion, his hands tuck beneath beck's underarms and he straightens, situating her on a forearm and nuzzling his curls against her own. "hey, squirt," he greets cheerily, lips meeting her cheek. "missed me?"

“beeeeells,” he drawls out slowly in greeting, throwing an arm over her shoulders. he tucks her close into his side, close enough to kiss the top of her head if he wanted to. he does, he greets her warmly because that’s his best friend in the entire world. “what would you say about being a groomswoman?”

@jer3miah. jeremiah fisher was the best friend she ever had, and if you asked her, the only one she ever would really need. even if she had more now. he was always her favorite and the one she gravitated towards. like he was the sun. conrad had once told her that everyone needed a platonic soulmate and a romantic one, and he'd been so right. it's easy to curl into him, and not just because he is taller than her. rolling her eyes fondly when he kisses the top of her head. " beck will be so jealous, " a pause when she hears his question. did that mean ...

" no way, " shaking her head and looking up and into his blues. " if you're getting married - why am i not maid of honor? " flashing him a playful pout, poking his ribs with her finger, laughing as she cups his cheek, leaning up on her tip toes to kiss his other cheek. " i'd love to be whatever you want me to at your wedding - but who popped the question?! " squealing this time. obviously, it was either andrés or jeremiah, and clearly, they'd both forgotten to tell her.

almost as if on cue beck bumps loudly into the coffee table in her eagerness to run and check on what was going on. " 'M FINEEEE! " she shouts before isabel gets to ask and check on her, shaking her head before a little head of brown curls appears, barreling into her uncle miah's legs. " mineeee. " the little toddler muses as she tugs on his shorts to be picked up.