altduckyfm

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imessage ↬ ezra

mercy: [...]

mercy: i’ll clean up as much as i can

mercy: [...]

mercy: you fucking moron

mercy: why would you do this

mercy: [...]

mercy: we should tell lars

mercy: he can fix it

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mercy: i don’t know what to do i can’t fix this if it’s that bad

mercy: you can’t go to jail we have to tell him

ducky: [...]

ducky: i dont know

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ducky: he's going to fucking kill me

ducky: maybe it wont be

ducky: maybe he'll wake up

ducky: [...]

ducky: how far are you

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imessage ↬ ezra

mercy: what the fuck did you do

mercy: [...]

mercy: ducky what happened

mercy: how much blood is there

mercy: [...]

mercy: you need to fucking think this is serious

mercy: [...]

mercy: this can’t get back to dad you have to tell me what happened

ducky: i dont remember i fucking blacked out

ducky: [...]

ducky: we were fighting over money i think idk

ducky: its

ducky: [...]

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ducky: covered in it i think i hit him in the head

ducky: maybe hes alright? head bleeds a lot? maybe hes still alive?

ducky: [...]

ducky: hurry up i think the neighbors were home

ducky: i think we were loud.

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imessage ↬ ezra

mercy: [...]

mercy: are you sure

mercy: [...]

mercy: did you touch anything

mercy: don’t touch him check with your phone screen if you need to

mercy: i seriously need you to focus and tell me how much you touched and if you touched him i need to know how much bleach to bring

ducky: i dont know he's not moving its been 20 minutes

ducky: i dont know fuck

ducky: hold on

ducky: [...]

ducky: its a lot of blood

ducky: fucking

ducky: [...]

ducky: i dont remember

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ducky: living room mostly theres a lot of broken shit

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imessage ↬ ezra

mercy: what the fuck

mercy: [...]

mercy: are you fucked up seriously

mercy: rocky said this batch is extra strong did you try some

mercy: i’ll drive you home just drink water

ducky: no i

ducky: [...]

ducky: i think i fucking killed him

ducky: i think hes fucking dead ezra

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imessage ↬ ezra

mercy: [...]

mercy: [...]

mercy: jesus christ i was doing this thing people call sleeping

mercy: what the fuck is going on

mercy: are you fucked up or something

ducky: i fuvkeu p

ducky: i really fcuked up

ducky: [...]

ducky: i need u to come to rocky's asap

ducky: please

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imessage ↬ ezra

ducky: PICK U PYOUR FUCKING PHONE

ducky: WHERE THE UFCK ARE YOU PICK UP

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maggotlaw​:

Maggie had witnessed the fight, stood rather nonchalantly in the wake of violence as she held her blue solo cup in her hand, almost in need of a refill. Her eyes followed the figure as he moved toward the bathroom, hesitating momentarily before abandoning her cup on a side table and following behind him. Turning the nob, she peeked in and sighed at the other. “You two have the same mannerisms,” she needlessly remarked, the thought of Ezra as per usual causing a stitch in her chest before she proceeded. “It’s okay, I was just checking on you. Seemed intense. Do you need help? I’ve sort of mastered the art of first aid after violence thanks to my brothers.”

There’d been an odd feeling in his chest whenever he saw Maggie - something like guilt, or hesitance - something unsure, and something a bit pitying. Felt bad for her, mostly - being dragged into their lives to the extent that she had been. Felt rough. “Grew up in - uh, the same environment, so.” He gave her a shrug, and a wince towards his strained muscles. “I’m uh - won’t say no to help. You’d probably do a better job - I’d usually, uh, just leave ‘em but - needed somewhere to cool off, or something, anyways. Think I broke a light out there.”

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milimsamuels​:

as she did whenever something violent happened, mili had tried to escape the situation, put herself as far from trouble as possible, so she hadn’t exactly seen who was involved. still, as she was trying to leave, she’d walked into someone who was trying to get a closer look at the fight, and a drink that smelled very intensely of strawberries and vodka had been spilled all over her white shirt. it was her own fault for wearing white to a party, she knew this much, so she’d stepped away apologizing profusely and then gone through every cabinet in the kitchen looking for a napkin or something like this.  after a while, she figured toilet paper was her only salvation if she wanted to at least get the gooey thing that was stuck to her. distressed, she didn’t even think of knocking, walking straight into the bathroom and stopping on her tracks when she realized there was someone in there, hand flying to cover her eyes just in case. “sorry — sorry, i should’ve knocked, i’m so sorry,” she said, slightly pulling her fingers apart to take a peek once she recognized the voice and realized there was no nudity involved. “are you hurt? oh, was that — out there?” she asked, dropping her hand and reaching for his instead once her brain finally took it all in and made sense of it. “i wasn’t — i just — got a drink spilled on me, but at least it smells nice — don’t think i can save my shirt,” she said, struggling to form a full sentence as she waved off her troubles with a hand flailing in the air. “do you need help, with, uh, the bandages? i can — i’ve done it, you know, when you live with viktor — i’m a pretty good nurse.”

cheeks warm already from the alcohol, but warmer now - it took ducky a moment to recollect himself, free hand going to rub at his bruised cheek and refusing to wince at the throbbing pain, “uh -” he couldn’t remember the last time someone’d held his hand - first instinct to pull away, though he hadn’t, “yeah - no, it was, uh - a misunderstanding, or something. i’m good - feeling, uh. dunno, peachy-ish. you - you good?” ducky looked down at her, gave her hand a lazy tug towards him - nonchalant, about it, “it’s uh - it looks alright. red - pink, red-pink, whatever’s uh - it’s a nice color, on you, i think. stain or not, uh -” he sat back down, hand sliding out of hers and gesturing to the spot besides him, “yeah - sure. that’d be - uh, nice. kind of hard to do it myself - practically fucking, uh, blind over here. literally - kind of. got scarring in my eye - pretty, uh, blind in it. anyways -” ducky leaned back, “- d’you want to switch shirts? think, uh - i could pull yours off. mine’s got blood on it but - i’ve got a, fucking uh - hoodie, somewhere. that you could wear. blood-free, for the most part. probably.” a pause, “that’s a joke - uh. it’s clean, promise.”

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dlilah​:

delilah raises an eyebrow. she’s over the initial shock of this interaction now and she just really wants a smoke. against her better judgment, she shuts the door, flips on the ceiling fan, and puts a cigarette between her teeth without shooing the guy away. provided he never finds out her name, she’ll just be the anonymous girl who smoked in a bathroom for some reason. she looks boring enough, she thinks. her hands feel too raw for the lighter for a moment; it’s tough to properly light, but she manages. she inhales, and apologizes. “sorry, i just– i know i’m being ridiculously rude. i don’t like–” she waves her hand vaguely at the party going on outside the bathroom. “a friend was here, so i came too, and– uh, are you okay?”

there’s, admittedly, a few empty moments where ducky’s just staring at her, struggling to light the cigarette - it’s almost humorous to him, an almost humorous smile a subtle twitch to the corner of his lips. reminds him of his brother, somehow - nonchalant actions, a disregard for the situation. homesick, for a moment - nauseating, almost. “it’s - uh,” he breaks contact - head tilting to further continue wrapping his hand, “it’s fine - not, uh - not rude. there’s been ruder. i get it - uh. i’m, like - alright.” there’d been blood on his sneakers. “got into a very fucking, uh - heated debate. outrageously, uh - passionate. are - are you good? want a fucking - a bar?”

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gcnnerpaxton​:

Apparently ignorant to the fight that’d taken place in the living room, Gunner had spent the last 15 minutes growing more and more frustrated when he couldn’t find Ducky where the other had claimed to be. It wasn’t until he asked about what’d happened in the main room to have it in such a state during the short amount of time he’d been outside having a smoke, “Mercer and Johnston just went at it. It was gnarly,” Gnarly wasn’t the word Gunner would’ve ever thought to describe a fight, no matter how appropriate it was, but Ducky’s face did look particularly gruesome as he finally made his way into the washroom, “No I don’t need to piss, I was coming to check on you,” Gunner scoffed, but any actual annoyance was missing from his tone, “Brought this,” he said, shaking the bottle of vodka he’d snatched from the kitchen, “Thought it’d help, maybe. What happened? I was gone for… maybe five minutes. You killed a lamp and everything. Owners talking about getting justice. For the lamp. It was a nice lamp, apparently.”

Any position of weakness had made Ducky uncomfortable - taught to him, to be so, and lingering as he recognized Gunner through half-closed eyes. He wondered if he’d have two black eyes, now - one eye had practically been useless to begin with, and he’d always imagined what it’d been like to be blind. A usual thought process - contemplating which limbs and organs should he be okay parting with. “Aw - thanks, Gun-Gun,” sarcastic - but not terribly so, not spat in hatred, reaching for the vodka immediately ( cap already gone ) and downing a shots’ worth. Barely made a face - or maybe he had, and that’d just been his usual expression. “Dunno. Johnston was being a cunt - how it is. Uh - got real angry. What kind of - what kind of lamp, was it? Was it a good lamp? Fuck - I’d, uh - feel pretty fucking shitty, if it was a nice one. But not if it’s from fucking ... Ikea, you know? Fuck Ikea lamps.” He brushed at his nose - away came blood, though he ignored it in favor of taking another gulp. “Should I fucking - make a run for it, then?”

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( @admflynn​ )

“So - uh, you come here often?” It was a dumb question to ask outside of a party, backyard lit by cheap wicker torches; a couple had gone underwater in the hot tub and hadn’t emerged since - Ducky kept count of the minutes in the back of his mind, curious of when they’d come up for air. It’d begun to get concerning. “I’m not - that’s not a pick-up line, by the way. Just - uh. Party kind of blows, huh?”

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ezramercvr​:

Basement of the party rattling upstairs empty save for Mercy himself, it was probably an odd sight, seeing him sat cross-legged on the coffee table with a giant plate of cupcakes to his right, considering it’d been a while since he was on campus. Already, there were some stuck on the icing side to the wall across from him, some fallen forgotten on the ground. Upon hearing someone coming down the stairs, he paused mid chew to stare at them, literally caught with his hand in a cookie jar, “What?” he asked, tone defensive, “Think they were for someone’s birthday. Got kinda bored - target practice, y’know?” Gesturing towards the wall where some still stuck, he was rearing his arm back in the next second, tossing the second half of his uneaten cupcake at his counterpart, if not just to see what would happen.

It’d been simple word of mouth, traveling from one side of the house to the next - Mercer’s back - something overheard as he’d been making a deal in the kitchen, an attempt to console a crying birthday girl that really worked for no one’s benefit except his own. It’d been a shock, simple, his head snapping up, questions written over his features for only a second before he’d been grabbing his backpack and pushing through the crowd. Whispers like breadcrumbs, leading him down - down into the basement, and standing at the base of them, for a moment - his words empty, almost, “You’re back,” it hadn’t been surprise - maybe something tired, steps coming to stop besides Mercy. His hand grabbing for a cupcake - forcing down the bitter sweetness, “That’s nice.” Ducky glanced at the wall only once, “Shitty target practice. Got no target. Need a target, you know - for target practice.” He’d been fond of desserts - but not then, not now. It’d been a slow movement, the collision of cupcake with temple - icing smearing across Mercy’s hair, stuck in the crevice of his ear; Ducky’s hand smushing the cake, there, until his palm made contact with skin. “Cunt.”

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📱 ducky

dominic: yeah okay

dominic: hope everything's good on that end

dominic: we'll talk soon :)

ducky: okay

ducky: [...]

ducky: thanks

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📱 ducky

dominic: i didn't think you were

dominic: i just don't know what's going on

dominic: [...]

dominic: i don't think you're a horrible person ducky. you're a good person

dominic: i get that shit hasn't always been good but i rather have you talk to me about these things than for stuff to get this bad between us

dominic: [...]

dominic: my door's always open for you

dominic: [...]

dominic: yea got it

dominic: i didn't know that you felt that way

dominic: [...]

dominic: if i did, you know i wouldn't have

dominic: [...]

dominic: a text can go a long way

ducky: okay

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ducky: yeah alright

ducky: i'll work on it

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ducky: i gotta go

ducky: i think my brother's here

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📱 ducky

dominic: i wasn't suggesting anything

dominic: the whole situation just seemed weird especially after finding out what you said to rosa

dominic: [...]

dominic: care about what? i care about you, mili and rosa. this isn't like some kind of game i'm trying to play

dominic: ofc i'm mad because of rosa

dominic: and i still don't get why you were so mad to the point that you had to say all of that shit to her

dominic: you know you can talk to me ducky

dominic: i'm not against you

dominic: [...]

dominic: you haven't even tried apologizing to her

ducky: [...]

ducky: okay.

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ducky: you know i'm not using her though, right?

ducky: i'm not trying to be a fucking cunt to her shes nice

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ducky: forget it

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ducky: i dont get why i was so mad either i dont even care anymore

ducky: it's just a thing

ducky: i get really fucking angry sometimes

ducky: idk genes shit

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ducky: i just kind of fucking liked her i guess

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ducky: i'm not good at this

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ducky: i'm working on it i haven't seen her in a while

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📱 ducky

dominic: so was it a hit it and quit it kind of thing?

dominic: [...]

dominic: idk it's just weird to me that you would get with mili of all people after all the shit you said to her own sister and didn't apologize for

ducky: [...]

ducky: i didn't say that

ducky: its up to her?

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ducky: are you suggesting that i fucked mili to get at rosa lol

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ducky: mili has nothing to do with that

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ducky: i didnt mean any of it either i was just fucking mad

ducky: is this why you fucking texted me?

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ducky: you don't even care do you?

ducky: you're just mad because of rosa

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ducky: i'm not going to make excuses i know it was fucked up

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📱 ducky

dominic: no not necessarily

dominic: [...]

dominic: it's just mili y'know. i care about her

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dominic: did you talk to her about it? check up on her?

ducky: [...]

ducky: we haven't talked about it much

ducky: she wrapped my knuckles at a party for me?

ducky: i think we're both fine

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ducky: why does this feel like an interrogation?