“no, no but listen.” fletch snapped his fingers twice, trying to get undivided attention even though he didn’t deserve it. “deviled eggs are respectively in the same food category as twice baked potatoes and you can’t change my mind. you cook a potato, scoop out all that good, good you know know? mix it up with some sour cream and cheese and bacon bits and fuck if you’re being real wild slap some green onions in it too. and then you stick that shit back into it’s lil potato home and bake it off. deviled eggs are the same. hard boil them, scoop out the middle, slap it back in.” in time with his thoughts, fletcher’s stomach growled so loud anyone a yard from him could hear and funny enough, he wasn’t even craving deviled eggs or twice baked potatoes. “you feel me?”
sofia gave him a look before scoffing. “okay, so go somewhere else?” it seemed like the most obvious option for him because clearly she wasn’t going anywhere. her lips curved into a coy smirk. “maybe if you weren’t so hungover from whatever grody alcohol you got your hands on last night, you wouldn’t mind so much.” she scrunched up her nose in disgust, “i can practically smell it on you. can you please go somewhere else?” sofia asked, although the ‘please’ was anything but sincere.
“oh my god, no you!” he mocked, mimicking her voice for his own amusement. he already had his whole set up around him on the table, the book he was supposed to be reading in front of him, macbook open, even someone’s notes he had copied. there was no way he was leaving either. plus loudness didn’t really bother him, it was just fact. worse came to worse he’d stick his airpods in. “nah i’d probably still mind but holy shit,” fletch put his pen down in the crease of his textbook and leaned in a little. “say ‘grody’ again?” rolling his eyes, he sat back again and stretched his long legs under the table. “nose must be fucked up, blondie. i showered and brushed my teeth this morning. must be smelling the own shit you’re spewing. but like, keep it coming. it’s way more entertaining than this bs i’m supposed to be ass deep in.”
the quiet corner of the library in winchester was the brunette’s home. she tucked herself away from the world & buried herself in her studies, sometimes not retreating from the safe place until long after the sun had dipped beyond the horizon. lilia began the trek back to her dormitory, finding the night peaceful. that was until she got the feeling that someone was following her. “ hello ? ” she called out, turning around in a circle, scanning her surroundings. “ whoever this is, it isn’t funny. ”
a joint between his lips, baseball cap secured deep on his head as to keep shaggy hair out of his face, fletch soared down the curb on his long board. it wasn’t his preferred mode of transportation but it was the best one to take while you were smoking a little of that good mary jane instead of studying. focus was on his momentum and keeping the j lit instead of his surroundings. good thing he looked up before it was too late. fletch pushed the long board into the grass and jumped off of it so it wouldn’t crash, tripping and falling anyway. “fuck!” he cursed, submitting to the cement and letting himself lay back on it. hat in the street, his longboard rolling into a tree, fletcher lifted up the joint that had been saved. “nailed it, bitches!”
“well, shit,” she muttered, looking down at the shattered remains of her phone before gingerly picking it up in an attempt to not cut herself on the shards of glass. she tried to power it back on, but it seemed that it was not going to happen. it was toast, that much was clear. “so,” she mused, “think i could get away with saying this was normal wear and tear?” the question was more of a joke at her misfortune than anything else, but she was really regretting not getting that extra insurance now. and not backing it up anytime since. “what a great way to begin my first year.”
“yikes-” fletch used his long legs to step over the mess, careful not to crush any of tiny shards that may have been lost upon impact. his mind was on one thing and one thing only - a snickers bar from the vending machine. fingers pulled his wallet out of his pocket and smoothed out two curly dollar bills, sticking them in the machine. “only goes up from here. swear.” he wasn’t paying attention to the actual damage, just plucking in the numbers to get to his beloved. hands pressed against the machine as he watched the contraption move and release his chocolate bar, a thump coming from the bottom once it had dropped.
lydia inhaled her cup of coffee, focus completely on the liquid energy she was relying on to be a semblance of a person today. it wasn’t her fault inspiration hit often at two-thirty in the morning and somehow she was still expected to make it through classes. taking a seat in the dining hall, lydia sighed loudly, finally putting her cup down and spotting someone. “i don’t care how shitty this coffee is, i need an i.v stat.”
“gotta invest in that keurig, bingham,” fletch responded, lifting up his to go cup that he had brewed from his room. he didn’t care if it was against policy or not, he wasn’t about to fall peril to the -2/10 coffee they served here. and no, it couldn’t be saved. “addys work better than caffeine just sayin’.”
“honestly it’s so embarrassing, i swear only morons would be tripped up by that question but seeing who’s in my classes..it makes sense none of them got it right.” sofia laughed a tad maliciously into her phone before saying goodbye and hanging up, glancing at the person closest to her who had probably overheard the conversation. “what? don’t tell me, you got it wrong? sorry about it.”
fletcher knitted his eyebrows together, looking at the girl in semi confusion. his hand clenched around the peach mango bang he was holding, the can crunching slightly before he brought it to his lips for a sip. “nah dude, you’re just loud.” this was a skewed perception of her, fletch knew that, but he was hungover. senses heightened and his headache only barely gone from the half can of energy drink he had downed, it didn’t matter if was true or not.
[ NOAH CENTINEO, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM, 22 ] // filed under: ( FLETCHER ASHBURN ), student is a ( THIRD YEAR ) from ( THE USA ) who specializes in ( FIELD OPS ). we believe they will be an asset because they are ( CLEVER & QUICK ON THEIR FEET ). however, we are monitoring them due to their tendency to be ( OPPORTUNISTIC & SECRETIVE ). at their basic state, they remind one of ( OVERSIZED SHIRTS, STALE BLUNT SMOKE, CRUMPLED HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS, A DRIZZLE OF RAIN ). our ( DARK HORSE ) has promise, but as we all know, brier isn’t for everyone. ✉ [ sarah, 26, pst, she/her ]
hi babies, I’m sarah and this is fletcher and omg! i’m so excited to write him. he’s here because he’s bored and hiding let’s be real he’s a pos
> fletcher is from the portland, oregon area. unfortunately, yeah i guess think of that if portlandia show, keep portland weird and all that, but fletch was raised on the wealthier side. his father was a crazy wealthy business executive and investor. his mom was born into a very wealthy family on the east coast, inheriting her father’s fortune when he passed away, so her toes were dipped in nonprofit foundations.
> his parents, James and Caroline, were happy for years until they just weren’t anymore, fletcher just so happening to across his good ol dad with one of his mistresses. he was thirteen and heartbroken for his mother and angry with his dad and to combat that he started doing stupid shit like stealing video games from the fred meyer.
> james was over trying to keep fletch from spilling his secrets so he gave him an amex black and sent him to a private school in eugene, like two hours south.
> he reinvented himself in high school as the elusive bad boy. he sold weed out of his dorm room and made friends with just about everyone. no enemies to be found until junior year when he got assigned to a new guidance counselor who, plot twist!, was one of his father’s mistresses! fun stuff!
> so he blackmailed her into getting out of trouble and got the key to the biology building’s rooftop. best thing he ever did was built a fort up there for dirty dealings, pot smoke breaks, and make out sessions.
> the summer before his senior year, his mother and his aunt were coming home from a business trip and were in an unfortunate accident. no survivors and dead upon impact, fletcher had to figure out how to navigate the world without his kind and compassionate mother. this spiraled fletch even more, getting himself caught up in cocaine and party drugs.
> during his last year in high school, fletcher met a girl who he fell madly for. she had a baby and was a year older but it didn’t matter to him, lia was his everything. too bad her family had heavy ties in the italian mob.
> after high school, fletch was planning on going to college. he got into a couple good ones, even enrolled at u of o to stay close to lia.
> a non profit foundation was started in fletcher’s mother’s name around this time too. fletch was named the head of that foundation (by his mother’s will left behind and with plenty of arguments from his father).
> long long long story short, fletch and lia didn’t end on the best of terms and the her mob ties are OUT TO GET HIM. so he ran! and he’s hiding! what’s the best way to hide? become a secret spy duh!
fun facts about fletch!
> good thing he funneled daddy’s money into an off shore account! dude is loaded and james didn’t even notice it. plus with the money he inherited from his mother - like let this fucker buy that extra guac for you, he can afford it.
> has a quick temper and even quicker feet. his fatal flaw is running the fuck away from his problems.
> still into the drug scene, just a lot more low key about it.
> a real dick let me tell you!
> cried when mufasa died in the live action version
> is terrified of commitment after lia. getting close with someone scares the living hell out of him
> probably adopted the hiding place thing so he can roll a blunt in peace
> has accidentally met drake before. ask him about it, it was wild.
> very intruiged with new gadgets but finds different uses for them instead of what they should be used for. probably pisses some people off in the process
> mango whiteclaw connoisseur
> space is cool but have you researched the ocean?
> doesn’t want kids like - ever
> owns all the tarantino movies on dvd/blueray
wanted connections:
> the rebound! obviously he’s running from his ex’s mob family but that doesnt mean he couldn’t have had a fling with someone. they probably wanted more from him and even though they had a quick relationship, it fizzled out.
> ride or die best friend - they get into trouble together, do stupid shit, party, chat shit, that kind of thing
> roommates! they can like or dislike each other, message me and we can figure it out
> one or two hookup buddies. maybe like a party hookup thing or just a fwb, u up? at 1 am kinda thing
I’m not really into pre plotting future plots, i like to live in the moment but if ya’ll have fire ideas hit me with them cuties!
