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duckyfm​:

( @radopens​ )

Stretched across a beanbag - Ducky hadn’t been sure how long ago it’d been since he’d first joined the room, eyes glazing past the sunflowers that surrounded him and sticking to the painting overhead, instead. Someone had thought to mimic Starry Night on the ceiling - the stars pulsated, colors swirled - he thought he could name constellations in the painting, like there’d been any to begin with. “That one’s, fucking … Cassiopeia,” he pointed up, towards nothing, head half-hanging off the beanbag and body sunken in - his perception skewed, “She uh - was a queen, once. Got strung up with the stars as punishment, though - fucking … pissed Poseidon off, or whatever. Big fucking ego.”

They’d been lying in silence for the better half of their time together. They hadn’t exactly meant to be together in each other’s company - more so Ducky happened to be lounging in the room, and Leo had stumbled in, desperate for a second on his own to pull himself together. Now, feeling better and flopped back on the beanbag he was lounging on in similar fashion to Ducky, Leo had forgotten he was even amongst present company until Ducky was speaking up suddenly, “Holy - fucking Jesus Christ. God, sorry,” he huffed, leaning up and clutching at his chest where he assumed his heart was, “I think I was in a coma for a second. Forgot what was, like, going on. What’re you talking about?” Gazing at where Ducky was pointing to on the ceiling, Leo’s eyes narrowed when they couldn’t find any real constellations that particularly stood out, “That cunt,” he eventually came up with, shaking his head at Ducky’s description of Poseidon, “Bet he had mad penis envy. It’s always the bastards with big ego’s who have the smallest dicks and know it. I wouldn’t know, as I am well-endowed and not a total loser, but all the incels I know are totally guilty of it. Alf, probably, for sure. Has penis envy, I mean. Not well-endowed. Eugh. What about you?” he asked, final sentence said in a completely different tone than his former ranting.

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It’d felt like the second Leo made himself comfortable in the Yayoi Kusami room, the pills he’d taken earlier hit all at once. Probably a mistake, to take more than one right off the bat, but he’d complained when it felt like it hadn’t taken effect at all - he’d only been patient enough to wait five minutes, and was paying for the second one now, “This is a lot,” he whispered, squeezing at Zeke’s hand suddenly, as if to check that he could still move his limbs. He didn’t even remember reaching to grab at him, didn’t even really have a recollection of how long they’d been standing there for, staring with a wide-eyed and confused gaze, “Ooooh my god, where... are we. Wh - Ugh, god, fuck. Vortex. I’m high high.” @ezekielv​

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“Your rock hard erection is making everyone uncomfortable, my guy. This display is embarrassing,” Reaching to clutch at the collar of a boy Leo didn’t recognize, he gave it a rather harsh jerk backwards, startling him out of his conversation with Rosa. She’d never used to like Leo in the past, but after he’d spent over half the summer crashing at her new apartment with Lana and Freya, they’d eventually become acquainted - Leo would even go so far as to say they were friends. He’d promised Lana a while ago that he’d attempt to shoo off whatever weirdos were panting over her like it was their job, pulling a face that expressed just how cringey it was to witness one particularly gross person worm his way into constant conversation with her, “I know we’re in the fuck room but maybe find a suitor that’s actually willing. See ya, incel,” Sticking to her side and watching to make sure they actually left her alone, Leo mumbled a few comforts to her before nodding her off into the opposite direction of where Jude was crossing the room from. Turning to shove his hand unceremoniously into one of the large tubs filled with condoms, Leo stared, wide-eyed and blinking at Jude, like he’d been caught stealing from the cookie jar instead of snatching up complimentary condoms, “Wh - What’re you - I thought - Posie!” A nickname Rosa had expressed hating multiple times, though none of her complaints were obviously enough to stop Leo, “Ah, fuck. She’s gone. Like the wind. Sorry, dude, I just sorta thought you were in a different room, didn’t even see when you came in. She’s looking for you, though. Sent her off so she could continue with her grand search away from the, like, sex-depraved freaks in here. A couple actually started, like, full on fucking just. Out in the open in front of everyone. It was wild.” @judehayward​

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what's your favourite thing about zeke?

“There’s, like, a few I think. He makes me feel pretty smart. Which is hard to do, all things considered. I had to call my mom and ask if my middle name had one F or two in it, like. I think two years ago. I was already in University when it happened, so, too late into the game. But Zeke’s called me smart probably five times just in the last day - yesterday I made him try salt and vinegar chips dipped in cream cheese and he was all ‘dude, you’re a genius’. He doesn’t make me feel annoying or like a bother at all and I think that’s a, like, common occurrence with most people. I get it, I’m all... y’know. But he always seems really excited to see me, it’s nice. Like an adorable golden retriever or something. Even when he’s frustrated with me, or just, like, frustrated in general. And he’s cool - really cool. I’m cool, but I feel really cool hanging out with Zeke. And? He’s hot. That ass? Doesn’t. Fucking. Quit. Chef’s kiss.”

@ezekielv

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do you stay with zeke because you love him or feel bad for him?

“Why would I feel bad for Zeke? Did he do something embarrassing? One of the worst things I’ve seen him do is rip his pants in the middle of a party, but I thought it was funny more than anything. He’s really funny all the time and, like, my favourite person. I don’t think there’s anything to feel bad about, I’ve gone full caveman and pointed at him from across parties before being all - MINE! Stomping over so aggressively the whole place shakes, letting everyone know what’s up and who’s boss.”

@ezekielv

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favorite pair of underwear

“I have these ones that are glow in the dark at the dick. Very vibrant and fun. I can never get lost in a dark room! It’s fool proof.”

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you have the power to headbutt someone into ash immediately upon impact. who do you choose?

“After much consideration, I decided I’d probably do it to Ducky. But not because I wanna, like, obliterate him. I’d just turn him into ash and then snort him like a barbarically big line of coke to, like, ingest his powers. He’s very mysterious, it’s quite sexy - I wish I was mysterious. And then Blake, ‘cause I know if the roles were reversed he’d say me too. All’s fair in love and war.”

@duckyfm @knoxblake

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how dare you?

“You have to, like, narrow it down so I know what you’re talking about it here. Most likely my reply’s gonna be ‘suck it up’ though. Never killed anyone, so, like. You’re fine, let’s just all sing Kumbaya or something!”

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favorite flower

“This question makes me wanna roll my eyes into the back of my head. I’m not even on the clock, couldn’t you ask me what my favourite, like, pair of underwear is or something? I guess orchids are pretty dope. Bleeding hearts are really nice, name’s bad ass too. Queen Anne’s Lace and Baby’s Breath are my favourite overall, I think. It’s what we use to decorate bouquets with, respect that they can just shove their way into anything and make it look nicer.”

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if you had to sacrifice one of your brothers which one would it be and why?

“They’re all pretty shit compared to me. Even the ones that’re okay are yawn worthy - it’s hard dragging the Fowler name to victory on my broad, sexy shoulders. There’s enough that I could probably get rid of two and my parents wouldn’t even notice, either. But if it came down to it, I’d get rid of Mik. I mean, first of all, his name’s Mikhael, and he unironically wants people to call him that. Also when we were kids I saw a full written out plan he had to poison me ‘cause I locked him in the attic when we found a giant bee’s nest up there. An overreaction, if you ask me.”

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philcmena​:

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It’d taken tooth and nail for Philly to return to Lovell; teeth to gnaw at the zip-tie that she had secured around her arm and the pole of a gas station sign in the middle of Oklahoma, and nails to grip onto the soft underarm afterwards, as Philly flopped over and pretended she had no longer function of her limbs - carried forth by Elektra, toes of her shoes dragging against hot pavement. She made it policy, once - never return to the same place twice ( it’d been part of the reason why Philly never made it back home - she’d been close to it, once, but felt nothing but frozen veins at the highway sign signaling Stanford; gripped onto Florence’s steering wheel and swerved hard, just to miss the exit - Elektra’d been silent the rest of the ride to a Super 8, jaw locked in unspoken anger ) - Lovell was not supposed to be the exception. She was not made for reunion, found others’ rejoice something quite awkward - found it something unknown; but the closer they’d gotten to the town, to campus - there’d been something shaking and stomping around in her guts, rattling her ribs - nails gripped into Florence’s leather seats, peeling it back to expose the cushioning. Nail and tooth, nail and tooth - there was anticipation between the grinding of her teeth as they pulled into the parking lot; forgot her manners, forgot to say a goodbye ( temporary, as they always were ) to Elektra as she clamored out of the van, thighs ripped from the leather they stuck to and leaving them bright. The pain went ignored - hadn’t even flinched, making way towards the door. She ducked beneath the arm of an exiting stranger who’d thrown it wide open ( it almost hit her, in all her focus - she hadn’t noticed ) - quickly tossed herself behind an array of flowers, sharp inhale at the distinct smell of Fowler’s Flowers. Something familiar - good, in that way - in the way most familiar things should be. Comforting to her nerves, almost - there’d been pangs and flashes, still, like her entire body had been a game of Operation. Felt undercover, almost - the way Philly carefully selected bouquets, no real purpose for them in mind - finding holes between petals in which to peek glances across the store from, to where the cashier’s counter was. Felt odd, almost - hiding as a means of preparation without purpose of attack. She swept the floral arrangement into her arms - too many than she should’ve been able to fit within her grasp, leaves obscuring her vision; flower heads popped off, littered the floor - left a mess of petals as she puffed out an exhale and made her way forth ( she left a trail, a floral massacre, in her wake ) - it was clear to her now why she’d gone back to Lovell with such little resistance ( there’d been several, much more severe instances of Philly defying authority - tooth and nail had been a bare minimum effort ), throwing the bouquets on top the counter with an exhale, “Hello Leo,” she greeted - face flush and sheen, from sunburn and summer heat ( the AC had broken halfway through their roadtrip back to Lovell; the strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail stuck to her neck - they were muddy colors, the faded remnants of however many colors she’d chosen to dye her hair the past few months ); there’d been a dozen new freckles. “It feels like it’s been a lifetime,” Philly plucked a leaf from where it’d stuck in her hair, put it down with the rest of the flowers - she had tried to keep a rather neutral expression, but it was quickly failing ( a rare, rare feat ) - lips turned into a widespread grin instead; heart like the clashing of cymbals, “I will be taking these flowers with me, by the way - thought you’d ought to know. Has Marjorie been well?”

Broom in hand, Leo swept up the floor of the shop for the third time that day for something to do, while Believe by Cher played for the fourth. It’d become far too routine at this point - sweep out of boredom, hum along to a song he’d memorized due to this job, ring out customers. Wash, rinse, repeat. Not that he had a choice. He’d gotten himself into this mess, remembered how the air had left him in a woosh when he found out how much money he owed after the damage he’d done to one of the few grocery stores downtown. Leo could accept consequence when necessary. It just made going out at night, spending weekends at Lana and Freya’s new apartment fun. Until that had become a routine, too. Work, drink, sleep. When he wasn’t working, he was drinking himself stupid, until he had no choice but to pass out and forcibly wake up in time to do it all over again. There was no satisfaction in it, no happy ending, no silver lining. Leo had never given much thought to what he’d do for the rest of his life, because there wasn’t a large part of him that ever cared, but things had been put into perspective as the summer played out more like a fever dream than anything else. With the way she ducked in so quickly, hid herself out of sight, Leo hadn’t even noticed anyone had entered as he made his way back behind the cash register, more focused on attempting to open the new bag of Twizzlers Steve had left than on the giant onslaught of flowers being dragged to the register, “Uh. Ma’am?” Glancing up when he heard his co-worker squeak from the opposite end of the store, staring dejectedly at the mess Leo would inevitably have to actually clean now, he finally noticed the human parade float dawdling towards him. “Fuck,” he blurted, startled enough that the Twizzlers fell to the ground with a cartoonish splat. Leo would be lying if he said it wasn’t the most entertaining part of his day, though - maybe his week. Once he’d recovered, a grin had already been spreading across his face, hand help up to stop his coworker from moving forward to help whoever was struggling with the flowers, just so he could watch that much longer, “I feel like I should play the Hercules soundtrack? Your strength is very impressive -,” Like a punch to the gut or a douse of cold water, Leo’s entire system froze in shock when the flowers dropping onto the counter in front of him to reveal Philly behind them. Wash, rinse, repeat - it made sense, then, what’d been missing from his dreary one-note summer, “Phil!” It took a few seconds to come back to himself, but once he did he didn’t waste a second. Hands clutching the edge of the counter, he launched himself over it, as if taking his time and walking around to her side was an offensive thought, too much of a waste when he could be right by her in seconds, “You’re back!” Leo must’ve screamed it in her ear - she was already scooped up into his arms, feet dangling off the ground as he held her tight to him in a practically bone crushing hug, spinning them in an overenthusiastic circle that left him dizzy immediately, one hand reaching to clutch at the counter top while the other stay wrapped around her waist, “Shit - sorry, I’m, like. Super jazzed right now. I fuckin’ missed you. You look good,” Words seemed to flow out of him a mile a minute, like he couldn’t speak fast enough to keep up with his thoughts. She was one of his favourite people, and they’d gone from speaking almost every day to not at all for months, he had so much he wanted to tell her he could already feel a headache start to form just to keep up with him. He still hadn’t put her down as he spoke, probably looking a bit like a crazy person with the way Leo grinned at her - wide, teeth practically beared, cheeks aching with it, “Dave,” he called over his shoulder, finally (with some reluctance) setting her back onto the ground, “I’m taking my break, wrap these up for me?” Nodding towards the giant pile of flowers Philly had carted to the register. Leo had already been talked to by Marj about how he abused Dave’s inability to say no, but all rules were off the table now. Though she’d been set down, Leo had still been holding onto her hand, giving it a gentle tug and nodding in the direction of the back room so she knew to follow him, “Everything you said went in one ear and out the other, you gotta, like. Remind me of what you asked. All I heard was sirens going off - good ones. Happy sirens. Celebratory sirens - like an ice cream truck,” The back room wasn’t anything fancy - it’d honestly could have been described as somewhat trashed, considering everyone enjoyed taking whatever naps they could on the couch but never bothered cleaning up after themselves. But it meant they’d be alone, and all Leo really wanted to do was sit with Philly, alone again, “VIP treatment. Welcome to the employee’s only section,” he drawled, gesturing languidly before giving Philly his full, proper attention, still holding onto her like she’d go off to some other state again if he let go, “I missed you. Are you back for good?” You could never be sure with Philly. He had to find out, if not to prepare himself, “If it means anything, I really hope you are. The summer was kinda shit without you.”

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dishajohal​:

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Letting the door to the shop swing shut behind her, Disha almost immediately found herself regretting this entire decision. It had seemed like a good one in theory, getting some flowers to spruce up her room a bit - but now that she was inside the building, she was made hyper aware of the reason she didn’t do stuff like this. Allergies. Because of course she hadn’t thought that through, and now she was standing in the middle of a flower shop feeling a sneeze coming on, and her eyes water. But it was too late, because it seemed the person at the counter had already spotted her, and she wasn’t about to be seen practically running out a building. 

“Um,” God, she was about to sound stupid. “Do you.. Are there any flowers you have with less pollen?”

“I fucking hate rearranging the schedule, are you sure you can’t come in? What reason do you have to not show up on a Saturday? I’ve worked through hangovers that should’ve left me hospitalized -,” Stunned, Leo tugged the work phone away from his ear when his coworker ended up hanging up on him instead of giving him a proper answer. Not that they had to - Leo could already hear his aunt reminding him in that voice she uses when she’s trying to be patient about how he had to stop demanding employees explain why they needed time off or personal days. Which was fine, he could work around it, but it left him in a somewhat sour mood. Slamming the phone down with a scoff, he turned to the customer that entered, all but staring them down as they came closer, “Huh?” he blurted, eyes narrowing at her question, “Uh, ma’am, no offence, but. You’re in a flower store,” Leo pointed out, gesturing around them like she hadn’t noticed. Still, with a sigh, like it physically pained him to do his job (it did), he made his way around the counter, lifelessly gesturing for her to follow after him, “As you can see here,” he sounded like he was monotonously reading from a script, “we have an excellent array of succulents that those more pollen sensitive can choose from. I mean,” Bouncing back to his normal, more characteristic tone, “what’re you looking for specifically? Roses and orchids are hypoallergenic. You like those? They’re pretty opposite ends of the spectrum. I need, like, options so I can put something together for you.”

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📲 leo😥

zeke: shut the fuck up you're more than a glory hole

zeke: you're a dildo too aha ☺️

zeke: [...]

zeke: i did listen to it

zeke: very therapeutic actually

zeke: i listened to it while i was boxing though which is a different vibe than you had going but also comes close

zeke: [...]

zeke: i prefer busting to the extreme scenes in cannibal holocaust

zeke: the gore gets me going

leo: omg ur right

leo: when he can suck 😳 and fuck 😜

leo: [...]

leo: wow feel like pure shit jst wish i cld b a punching bag u toss around with ur sexy man boxing gloves

leo: [...]

leo: zeke i kno i said i'd try anything once bt i dnt like the direction this is going down??

leo: i'd b more into a vampire thing tho

leo: im jst not sure i can handle u taking full chunks out of my flesh it jst all makes me a bit weary u kno

leo: im prone to infections

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📲 leo😥

zeke: [...]

zeke: i take it bwack :(

zeke: [...]

zeke: why be frugal tho like i have no reason????

zeke: [...]

zeke: nah you can come over anytime but i want you to come over now

zeke: i had to make the request

leo: simp

leo: [...]

leo: ya ur right

leo: jst tryna teach u the ways of the world ig............. wht am i supposed to show u if not my frugal ways?

leo: leaves me as practically nothing but a glory hole :/

leo: [...]

leo: AW

leo: On my way! KING 💃🏻

leo: tht autocorrect.......... eager beaver

leo: [...]

leo: be there in a few theres a couple fighting in the parking lot 👀

leo: hey did u listen to that thundercat song i sent u

leo: it’s the one tht popped up on my playlist last week on our call n right when it get all whimsical i busted like a pressurized geyser it was very spiritual

leo: now it makes me think of u!

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📲 leo😥

zeke: don't be so fucking mean

zeke: im fucked uppppppp please

zeke: [...]

zeke: i dont give a fuck about the cost come on

zeke: [...]

zeke: maybe this is a roundabout way of inviting u over?

leo: WTF IM AN ANGEL

leo: this is so fucked up take that back.

leo: [...]

leo: :/ it’s called being frugal ezekiel it’s Smart to not waste ur money on useless things

leo: my brain? big. ur brain? needs catching up.

leo: [...]

leo: hv i been demoted? only allowed to come around when i’ve been invited?

leo: that’s fucking sick. who’s the other woman. i can handle the truth.

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chxses​:

Sometimes Chase just got in moods where he really cherished his alone time.  He was silly and all over the place, but he was an introvert at heart, and needed time to recharge.  It wasn’t warm enough for swarms of mosquitoes to be pestering him this time of night, or maybe he had too much alcohol in his bloodstream for them to find it even the slightest bit appetizing.  Blinking slowly and turning his whole head toward Leo when he came out onto the back porch, he raised his brows, fleetingly wondering if he was even going to remember this tomorrow.  “Well, you know if it’s on YouTube, it’s legit,” he said, sarcastically, but still wanted to see what would happen.  It sounded like an explosion was set to occur, and that was the best kind of entertainment there was.  His reaction time was too slow for what ensued, and he just watched the plastic bouncing around with wide eyes, a completely vulnerable target, before just simply covering his eyes instead, as if that would shield him for any and all possible hurt.  Chase’s coughing quickly followed Leo’s, and he waved his hand around his face to give him some breathing room.  “What was so critical about that that you needed to show me?” he asked, shaking his head in disappointment.  “I came outside to breathe, not be suffocated.”

Usually, when Leo had ideas that maybe, weren’t the best, Chase was nothing but encouraging the entire time. Apparently, he wasn’t in the best mood - or maybe, just not in the mood to be conversing with Leo at currently. He knew he could be a lot, that even at the best of times, keeping up with him was an acquired taste, one that Chase wasn’t in the right mindset to achieve, “You in a bad mood or something?” he asked, wiping under his eyes once they’d started to burn, a combination of the coloured smoke floating in the air around them and from practically hacking up a lung, “Don’t be such a grump - I thought you’d find it funny, I was trying to cheer you up,” A bit of a lie, considering Leo hadn’t even noticed Chase wanted to be alone in the first place. Though, Leo never could stay serious for long - try as he might, a grin broke out on his face and turned into cackling once more. It probably seemed like he hadn’t even tried to be considerate in the first place, “God, your face - You’re, like, covered in this shit. Purple’s definitely your colour, Chase,” he insisted, reaching into his back pocket for his phone to take a picture. Leo didn’t even consider that he was probably dusted in the - most likely unsafe and chemically - substance that clung to Chase’s cheeks and hair, “Aw. Look! Picture perfect - ugh, it’s hard being this genius, y’know? The intuition - takes a lot out of me,” An oxymoron, since he confused ingenuity with intuition.

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📲 open

zeke: can u postmate smokes?

zeke: im desperate

zeke: or u can bring them ill make it worth ur while

leo: zeke this is so sad.

leo: theres a convenience store down the street did ur regular sized, NOT short legs break or something??

leo: [...]

leo: i did, admittedly, take a few smokes from ur pack this morning...................... so ig the least i cld do is get u one................

leo: im so fucking charitable and loving and sexy ur so fucking lucky ugh.

leo: actually im gna get u like 3 so u dnt waste ur money on postmates tht app is such bullshit u wna get a $15 pack of smokes n suddenly ur paying their health, life, and home insurance on top of it all