#ft. fletcher

[rosaliabass]

Weddings weren’t exactly Rosalia’s thing, all of the love and family and happiness in the air only made her uncomfortable. If it wasn’t for the open bar and Fletcher, okay mostly Fletcher, she wouldn’t have been there at all. Luckily she’d managed to snag herself a hot date and she looked amazing so she was determined to enjoy the night. “I have absolutely no idea why I brought a flask when there’s an open bar, it’s just another thing to keep in this garter.” It didn’t need to be said what the other thing was, Rosa hadn’t left her house unarmed in years. “Anyway, champagne, shots or spirits first? I think this is one of the first weddings I’ve been to so you’re officially in charge for the night.”

@fireinhislungs​​

[asktheseawitch]

A PSA that @ask-marine-pr is a national treasure.

Seriously, though. Don’t mess with the doctor. 

[destrcybcys]

LOCATION: ziggy’s  apartment. AVAILABILITY: closed,  @fletcherliu​

 THERE’S  A  KNOCK  AT  THE  DOOR  of  their  apartment  and  their  cat  is  quick  to  meow,  announcing  the  uninvited  visitor.  jet  black  hair  is  a  tangled  mess,  oversized  t-shirt  collects  stains  of  grease  and  paint,  but  they  still  make  no  effort  to  look  presentable  enough  for  whoever’s  on  the  other  side.  few  people  knew  to  show  up  unannounced  at  ziggy’s  place  so,  they  know  they’ve  seen  them  in  worse  shape.  “well,”  says  as  they  spot  their  older  brother  in  the  hall.  “did  i  miss  the  text  in  which  you  said  you  were  comin’  over  or  did  you  wanna  surprise  me?  ‘cause,  yeah,  definitely  caught  me  by  surprise.”  ziggy  motions  towards  their  clearly  unbothered  state,  not  really  planning  to  have  anyone  over  that  day.

[rosaliabass]

@fireinhislungs​​

The whole town had been forever rocked by the events of the wedding but Rosalia didn’t feel much of anything. She had her people she cared about, those that she wanted to keep safe but for the most part they were fine. The brunette and had never been an overly empathetic person. She wasn’t the type to cry over someone she barely knew or be worried about people she hardly spoke to. The only person she could think about was Fletcher, making sure that he was okay was her number one priority. As soon as she was safe and had managed to get other people to safety she made her way to his place. Without bothering to wait outside, she made her way in with the key she’d made herself months before. “Fletch! Are you here? Are you okay?”

[rosaliabass]

Rosalia really had no good reason for being so late to the event. Somehow she’d had not one but two wardrobe malfunctions plus missing keys and a car that wouldn’t start, it was like the world was against her. When she finally arrived there were already drunk people partying the day away. She pushed her way through the crowd, trying to find one of the people she was looking for. Having forgotten completely about getting a date, she was riding solo and in need of some company. Rosalia was about to give up and sunbathe until she saw one of her favorite faces in the crowd. She made her way over to him, a million excuses already on her tongue. “Okay I know I’m ridiculously late but I say we forget about that and jump to the part when you help me catch up to everyone else here.”

@fireinhislungs​

[cdriens]

from: fletch

to: adrien

dear adrien,

     merry christmas! figured you could use a proper ugly christmas sweater and a new mug for caffeine. and i guess a new coat might be useful to you, too.

from,

fletcher.

[mackenzie-rhodes-blog]

Call ✆ Fletcher ⇄ Mackenzie

Mack: *ring ring motherfucker*

[mackenzie-rhodes-blog]

Yikes, those were some kind words, hm?