#{c:mercy}

[brokexpieces1]

Morning after

Mercy spent the night at work, however after a few drinks she went home with a super hot guy, that she had been drinking with. She woke up, and looked over behind her and saw Blake behind her she smiled at him and kissed his head. She got up putting on his t-shirt, walking towards the kitchen.

@callmecatman​

[altduckyfm]

imessage ↬ ezra

ducky: PICK U PYOUR FUCKING PHONE

ducky: WHERE THE UFCK ARE YOU PICK UP

[scige-archive]

imessage ↬ mercy by duffy

saige: hjey

saige: just gt kickd out of a bar !!

saige: [...]

saige: cn i come ovr

saige: dont rly feel like gong ohome

saige: or is tht like a bd idea. feel like ive gt a trckr on me tbh

[altduckyfm]

( @ezramercvr​ )

With the turn of a key into a knob of a door that wasn’t his, and a following kick to open the door (that wasn’t his), Ducky’d slid inside the dorm as much as he could before the door hit his back and he’d been forced to squirm out from beneath it - the doors were always heavy, in this house, he thought. The first time he’d come to Perkins, they’d stopped him and ask if he were okay, and if he needed help, eyes casting worried glances between them as the two RAs (that werent, thankfully, Dominic) tried to determine whether or not Ducky’d been a student. Then came Mercy - hand on his shoulder, and they both instantly understood. He hadn’t been bothered, afterwards, even when he came and went from Mercy’s dorm with a key that’d, definitely, been copied. “I have food,” Ducky announced, finally getting the door to shut behind him - hands both preoccupied, carrying the bag of Chinese food in his arms like he half-expected it to break if he hadn’t.  “They didn’t have any fucking - they ran out of fucking, beef? So I got you pork lo mein, instead.”

[pckcs-blog]

@mercyknowler

“I hear you’re the girl that has Old Winnie Harley in a snit,” they said, circling the young harlot. She was a beautiful catch, and Peck could see why she employed her. She looked the type to bring in culls with purses larger than their brains, and like the type who would beggar them for every penny and enjoy doing it. “How much of a take is she grabbing nowadays, anyway?”

[dysfcnxtional]

Clapping his hands together, Dex leaned against the wall and sighed. "Alright, here's the thing. I'm going on vacation to see my parents and, uh, well...t-they kind of think you're my girlfriend, so...whatever plans you have for next week? Cancel them. You're coming to Georgia to meet my parents and you're gonna pretend to be my girlfriend? Why? Because you owe me, Mercy."