Ok so this is late, but a lil while ago, it was a certain Otterbutt’s birthday. And I was a butt and didn’t really do anything but be in a skype call and get all of my dorm mates to sing happy birthday to him.
Anyway, bc I am feeling needy and loving, I wanted to make a post about him.
Ok, so, let me tell you about Fletch.
If any of you have followed me from about Christmas, you’ll know that me and Fletch started talking properly around that time. I mean, we had shared a few asks and chatted a little beforehand, but nothing really in-depth. He also called me his writing senpai and I hid my face for an hour or two before popping up and with a voice breaking going ‘no u’. We then exchanged phone numbers because I was going through a super rough patch and needed someone to talk to. It just grew from there, really.
Anyway.
Fletch is. Hm. How to put it.
Fletch listens. Fletch is the kind of guy who will forget your birthday but remember your favorite song from an off-hand comment that you don’t even remember making. Fletch is the kind of guy who will sit outside with you in the middle of the night, wrapped in blankets because you always wanted to sit under the stars for a night. Fletch is the kind of guy who will reblog stuff that you love even though he has no idea what it is, just because you love it. He’s someone you want your family to meet, who will remember your most minuscule of quirks and make everything feel right.
Fletch is an amazingly loving soul, who has, and is, going through more hell than what he deserves, and I can only do little things to help him, but I’ll do them sure as shit. He knits, he’s got self-done tattoos. He sleeps with a small puppy teddy and he can’t sleep if there’s a lot of noise. (Sorry about when you come over man, my pipes rattle like a motherfucker.)
He’s someone I know I can trust with my everything and he won’t let me fall. He won’t let me break or hurt.
He’s someone who can make me cry when I need it, and who can make me laugh harder than what I should in any given day.
I love him a lot, and I hope he realizes it.
I love you, will-you-bumbleby-mine, and I’m sorry this is late and it isn’t that great of a gift. Some day, I’ll get you something better. But I love you, so much. I love you.
