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Fletcher Braley He/Him. Cis Man. Thirty Two.

full name: Fletcher Owen Braley nicknames: Fletch birthday: Twenty Third of March, 1992 current residence: Bighorn Hills time in providence peak: about 5 years 5 months - arrived October 2018 sexuality: Bisexual occupation: Bartender at Crane Bros Distillery face claim: Logan Lerman

positive traits: observant, intuitive, down-to-earth, amicable, supportive, compassionate negative traits: passive, melancholic, indulgent, compulsive, insecure, pushover

— HOBBIES

reading comics - fletcher doesn’t have a favorite superhero or anything of the sort, it was just how he passed time before he made his friends in Philly. If he finds any now, he still loves to indulge on the colorful pictures and art-based storytelling. hiking - the woods and mountains always feel like home, and that’s probably because when he was out there, he felt unseen by society. the only people who mattered were the friends he was with. jogging - it’s a calm activity to do that helps him to blow off steam when he is particularly stressed. cooking - this goes back to him learning from his mother, who he was close with. he loved cooking with her, and that love for the activity lives on to this day. he isn’t gordon ramsey level by far, but he can whip something decent together on a whim.

— FAVORITES

food - scrambled eggs with tobasco and breakfast potatoes drink - tito’s & cranberry juice (alcoholic) & sweet tea pink lemonade (nonalcoholic) movie - the never ending story song - all these things i’ve done by the killers color - forest green

— HABITS

social smoker after a few drinks [cigarettes] / likes a good weekend bender [alcohol] / occasional consumption of anything that comes from the earth [drugs] nervous ticks include chewing on his bottom lip, wrinkling his nose, and shifting from foot to foot, subtle stutter if he’s nervous

— PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

height : 5′9" tattoos : n/A scars : small one on the left side of his chin from stitches, surgical scar in his right wrist from surgery after a nasty break piercings : n/A hair : dark brown with a wave, if it gets long enough (and it often does because he gets lazy about trimming it) it curls on the ends, around his ears and at the base of his neck

— FASHION

clothes - simple t-shirts, hoodies, long-sleeve baseball tees, sweaters, straight-leg jeans, bomber jackets, jogger sweatpants for lazy days, nothing attention grabbing or flashy, absolutely no tank tops ever shoes - vans or work boots accessories - simple industrial bracelet bought from a tourist shop

— HISTORY

(car accident tw, alcohol mention, drug mention, teenage pregnancy, abortion mention, loveless marriage, unhealthy family dynamics)

Fletcher had been the fourth son born to a couple in Blooming Glen, Pennsylvania. With a seven year gap between Fletcher and the last born boy it led to him being excluded from older activities as well as taunted by the two middle sons just all for the fun of it.

His only solace was his eldest brother who had matured faster than the other two, and his mother. And oh, Fletcher most loved his mother, who was soft and tender and was the only one who would focus on him when he tried to talk at the dinner table. He did his best to linger behind to help clean up after meals and stick by her side because she made him feel known. Every day his father had to come look for him to try and put him to work around the farm.

Now his father wasn't a kind man. Not to him nor to his mother. Never was domestic violence an issue in the household, but even at as young as five years old Fletcher understood an absence of love in their marriage. His mother was a quiet and timid woman so looking back it made sense why she stuck around, but then he'd always wondered and he'd wonder more so when he got the brunt of his father's nasty side brought out by his habitual drinking.

(One of his brother's would say it had been because Fletch had been the son of the milk man. The other would insist he’d been dropped off in a FEDEX package. He never understood either at that age.)

It was when he turned twelve that he decided he was fed up with how things worked in his house. He packed his duffel bag and walked off the farm to never look back, finding a bus stop and taking on to Philadelphia. His father lividly reminded him their house didn’t have a revolving door despite his mother’s pleading to get him to come home. As much as Fletcher missed her, he had no intention of returning ever.

In Philadelphia, Fletcher’s aunt of his had a spare bedroom - his mother had contacted her sister to ensure he had a roof over his head. Fletcher always knew even if it wasn’t said that she was doing her best to keep him taken care of, and he had a good relationship with his aunt anyway. This opportunity granted him the chance to build life in a busier city, immerse himself in public schooling, and to finally seek out his purpose.

Fletcher wasn’t a star student with a low G.P.A., struggling with Cs and Ds (his only A being his phys. ed. class), which left him unqualified to join any after school sports. Instead, he spent most of his time sitting on the floor of a local bookstore reading comic books. Socially withdrawn, it took almost a full school year until he made his first friend that introduced him into a bigger circle.

Fletcher found he adored each and every one of them, hanging onto every detail of the stories they told and admiring the caliber of life they all experienced. Aside from that they also brought adventure into his life in the form of spontaneous late-night drives, getting drunk on hiking trails outside of the city, and eating their weight’s worth in fast food after midnight. It was all simple, but it was more than he got to be involved in while in Blooming Glen.

In that time, Fletcher had also met his high school sweetheart. He may have been only sixteen, but he was sure he found The One. The unraveled around their senior year, when they were both eighteen and a positive pregnancy test brought two very different reactions from them. Fletch, wanting to keep the baby, and his partner wanting freedom in her future. Her decision to go through with a medical abortion clashed with his excitement turned disappointment, and it created an irreparable rift. They didn’t last long after graduation.

Fletcher aimed for community college, but that lasted about a year before he dropped. He lost his drive and immersed himself in the same late nights filled with drunken antics that he indulged in while in high school. At twenty, he saved up enough money to get a snug studio apartment outside of West Philadelphia. He sought employment at the nearest tavern and started as a dishwasher, then moved up to bartender within the year.

With no goal in mind, Fletcher stuck it out there. It wasn’t until a late night out resulting in a car crash he was involved in that he figured out what he’d want to do.

Someone ran a red light at an interaction and t-boned the car his friend had been driving. Fortunately there were no fatalities, but the car was a goner and one of his friends in the back seat sustained injuries that required a trip via ambulance to the nearest hospital. Firefighters needed to pry open the door as they had been pinned, and the EMTs rushed around everyone to make sure each and every person involved had been taken care of. Fletcher had nothing but a wrist sprain and bruised ribs, but watching them work inspired him to pursue that field. He wanted to help people.

Volunteering on the local EMT squad confirmed that idea, and then Fletcher began paramedic school. For a few years he managed to keep a job on the rig where he happily pulled long shifts even over holidays. Weekend social outings put a stop to that plan when eventually his irresponsible behavior led him to showing up to paramedic school hungover one too many times, and he was expelled from the training and released from the EMT squad at the age of twenty four after testing positive for marijuana consumption due to the use of it being illegal at that time.

He was back at square one and stuck it out as a bartender. It wasn’t all that fulfilling, but the money was good enough. The restlessness inside of him had to be ignored when responsibility was needed to keep off the streets. Fletcher just found value in his friendships and the experiences shared with them for the time-being.

However, he began to feel stagnant, and in due time Fletcher decided to make a move. Before his thirties, he decided. It would be worth it to experience other parts of the world. First he tried Colorado for a couple years when he was twenty seven, the nature and entire vibe something fun. He’d been there before, visiting a friend, and settling down in Providence Peak had been the perfect opportunity for a fresh start.

— HEADCANONS

✧ Fletcher does know how to ride a horse, and he knows basic homesteading. Very very basic, as he'd been young when he dipped out on the cattle farm. I.e. canning, making dummy pickles, growing a small herb garden over the back of his kitchen sink. ✧ One of his favorite places to visit in Philadelphia was the Mutter Museum. ✧ Fletcher is a very enthusiastic Philadelphia Flyers fan, and he loves Gritty — as can be seen in the various bits of Gritty apparel in his closet, the coffee mug in the cabinet, and the sticker on the back of his car. ✧ Fletcher is allergic to strawberries. ✧ He will only drink Fiji water. No Smart water, no Dasani, no Poland Springs or Deer Park. None of it. He wants Fiji. ✧ He's terrified of spider crickets (or camel crickets, whichever is the name you know them by). ✧ Once he moved out to Providence Peak, he sold the compact car he arrived in to replace it with 1990 Toyota Land Cruiser for, you know, woodsy things. And he liked the old vibe of it being an upkept, thirty year old vehicle. That being said, the hood doesn't match the rest of the car in color, and it isn't great in terms of gas mileage, but hey. ✧ He has a three year old German Shepherd mix named Boone that he lets roam the property of the cabin he lives in. Being he chose one closer to the hiking trails, it is more secluded, and he figured a dog for protection would be wise.

— CONNECTIONS

I am down for most connects. Fletcher can use any friends from the last five-six years he has been in this town, and as much as I think the boy can't have a malicious bone in his body, I am down for any negative connections. I am not looking for any endgame romantic connections at this point, like to work on natural chemistry. I also don’t do any sort of pregnancy plots - scares, accidental, etc. - on a whim. For anyone looking for messy, he might not be your boy, but we can see what we work out.

Loose ideas for connections:

- Any new friends he's met over the years since he's moved to Providence Peak. - Neighbors in Bighorn Hills. - Someone Fletcher simply tolerates - whatever has caused disdain between the two would be talked out. (1/1) ** taken by @foster-notmatty - Almost maybe in terms of dating. Maybe he'd met someone, and it teetered close to something but ended up being nothing. this is not an end game scenario in the works (1/1) **taken by @deanchaiyachet - The one off hook-up. Limited spaces for this as he is more of a commitment guy, sleeping around isn't something he aims to do. I'd say (0/2). - Regular patrons to the distillery he works at, the sort he knows all the fun background details to as those who drink tend to talk. A lot.

— CURRENT CONNECTIONS

♡ @reggiefalvey - friend met by chance in reggie's travels, now current roommates in bighorn hills. reggie is a breath of fresh air, and a constant reminder to fletch that sometimes he needs to just live. aside from the ever running tap contributing to the growing water bill, and all the bruises he's gotten walking into cabinet doors left open, reggie's been a welcomed addition to his home. ♡ @sagefranklin - tbd. ♡ @estherclements - met through reggie, current friends and a fellow experimental cook in the kitchen. ♡ @theaxharris - met through his patronage at holy spirits, built a repertoire. ♡ @dylan-westwick - fellow nature lover, hiking buddies, and adventurers of the Colorado wilds. fletch adores the twins just as much, and he likes to steal her away for the usual activities as much as time permits. ♡ @dilanxbarak - met her through a dog park, though he learned her dog's name first (woops), and makes time for doggie playdates around town and on the hiking trails. ♡ @emelinecormier - what started as simply bumming and wagering pool bets for a cigarette outside the various bars in providence has turned into emeline being one of the first people fletch sends a text out to if he's wanting to go out for a few drinks. ♡ @rachelhargrove - boone menaced walter as a puppy, and now fletch enjoys bringing (a much larger) boone back around so he can chat with rachel and be a fellow proud dog parent with her. ♡ @foster-notmatty - kinda sorta ran in the same circles in philadelphia, but didn't necessarily get along. it wasn't that they hated one another, they just rubbed one another the wrong way. so fletch simply tolerates foster. ♡ @cynthiafalvey - it's less about the fact they shared a kiss and more about all the little moments that built up to it happening. more the, the fact that after it happened, it's seemingly been swept under the rug. fletch doesn't know where he stands with cynthia at this point, and it isn't like he's hopelessly wishing for something to come out of it, but he just wants the weird dance they do to end so they can be back to normal.

— LINKS

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fletcher-bailey · 2 months ago

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HELPED

“I think I have to go home.”

Back to the pines and where he was a short trip away from hiking trails rather than the beach. There is that mound of rocks he wanted to take Oliver to when he’s old enough. He thinks so, anyway, because two years isn’t enough time for weather and foot traffic to erode it away.

Fletcher is tired. He feels stretched thin. A late night trip to the emergency room only added to it. He wanted this. A fresh start away from all of the dead ends in Philadelphia.

Far away from his family who he could have called to be here instead of poor Leo.

Leo, who now sits across from him in Oliver’s empty room at four in the morning. He doesn’t look anywhere near as exhausted as Fletcher feels, but there’s no doubt in his mind that the fluorescents have their own effect on him. He does look concerned with the crease in his brow and the way he regards Fletcher so seriously.

“Back to Pennsylvania.”

So that when his three year old’s fever spikes in the middle of the night, Fletcher isn’t left scrambling and resorting to bringing him to the E.R. for fluids. His mother could help, or Hunter, and poor Leo wouldn’t have to be pulled from his bed.

He arrived of his own volition, that of which he reminded Fletch over and over again when he apologized so profusely, but at his wit’s end, the tiniest thing tips him close to the edge. Fletcher presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, and he can’t ward off the yawn.

It spurs on a conversation through the night, well beyond Oliver’s discharge. Leo doesn’t leave Fletcher after. He drives him home with the promise to bring him back to get his car from the hospital garage so he can sit in the back with Oliver held to his chest. He's there to help Fletch tuck him in, and he talks with him in the living room until Fletcher dozes off.

Fletch, to this day, only remembers bits and pieces of this conversation, but what he remembers most is waking the next morning, and Leo was halfway through Oliver’s morning routine. Medicine given, bathed, dressed in fresh clothes, and even the linens from Oliver’s bed were in the wash to give him fresh sheets.

“Did you sleep?”

The sunniness in Leo’s grin when he declares ‘a solid two hours’ baffled him, and then Fletcher can only slump in relief. It didn’t stop there, though. Leo pays his regular visits, he occupies Oliver’s time and babysits when Fletch needs an extra shift at the Four Leaf. He checks in with Fletch to make sure he's taking care of himself.

In a few months time, Fletch realizes he doesn’t have to go home. Leo helped him forge one their in Aurora Bay.

@leomlarson

#meme day.#// about : fletch #// ft. leo larson #tw hospital

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