𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠi will take up all your time.ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
🧷⋆.˚ what good is 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 to me ...
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ if i have to wield it 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 .ᐣ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

Strumming on his guitar.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

“Um yeah, actually. A few dives and punk bars here and there. In a few weeks, my band and I —- we’re even gonna tour.”

He grins, taking another drag and shrugging.

“You’d probably be one of the least creepy lookin’ guys there.”

[KACPER. @PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH]

A grin around his cigarette, nodding. “You — uh. Concert sometime? I will come. Maybe bring friend or two so I not creepy guy in corner at show alone.” He spends so much of his life with his AirPods in — music is one of those things. It’s important.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

He shies a little at the intensity of the gaze, pale lashes fluttering.

“Um, I’m in a band, man. Just some underground rock shit right now ... but.”

He shrugs, feeling slightly ridiculous talking about it to a guy like this.

[KACPER. @PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH]

“Yet?” Eyebrow raised, looking at him more intently now. Much more interesting than talking about himself. “Go on, then. What is big thing you going to be famous for?”

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

He shakes his head, deep laughter bubbling up as he grins. A drag is taken, exhaled from the corner of his lips.

“I’m not famous yet, but you’re pretty famous.”

[KACPER. @PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH]

Exhaling out his nose, staring up at the sky.

“Oh? Then I am asshole, because I not knowing you.”

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

Taking it, digging out a zippo from his pocket to light up.

“Thanks man. Hey —- fuck. I know you.”

[KACPER. @PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH]

“Sure.”

Tapping a cigarette out for the man.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

Can I get one of those?

[KACPER. @PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH]

Working his way through a pack of cigarettes.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

Morning ciggie.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

ok i will do it anyway.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

if i rob your house can you be cool.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING * ( ⚠️ )

triggering topics will be present, including but not limited to: sexual themes / situations, death, grief, substance / general abuse, violence, gore, horror, trauma, mental health, and language.

MDNI. s / nsfw. selective. DM to plot.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
🧷⋆.˚ what good is 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 to me ...
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ if i have to wield it 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 .ᐣ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

an independent / semi-canon portrayal of JACK MERCER, from 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦 (2005).

mv. fandom / timeline flexible. (closeted) bisexual. ships with chemistry. selective. 21+.

written by #sailor ⚓

psd is deathkissed by sladestrokes 🪽

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
🧷⋆.˚ what good is 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 to me ...
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ if i have to wield it 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 .ᐣ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

ok

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

Please just kill me.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

Aw. You said it back.

[‍ ‍ 𝙾𝚉. ‍ @44BEL0W]

Yeah, yeah.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

Because I love you.

[‍ ‍ 𝙾𝚉. ‍ @44BEL0W]

What the fuck you wastin’ a good sharpie on me for?

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

@44BEL0W 🖤

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

All quiet on the frontal lobe.

[𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ⌖ 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊 ᵈᵒʷⁿ ₜₕₑ 𝙻i̲n̲e̲ @1stClassFuckUp]

"Henry it is. I miss my mom, too."

There's a little twinkle in his eye as he tosses back the shot. It burns good, like the memory.

"Nice to meet you."

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙺 ﹖ @CELICACRASHED]

Hank picks up his shot with the practiced ease that years of alcoholism brings to anyone, clinking Jack’s glass. “Hank. My mom calls me Henry, though. So…maybe Henry?” A grin, head tipping back as he downs the shot. It burns, the sort of pain that washes away anything else.