Good Was Never an Option

She walks with grace a smirk on her face. The air is electric her steps as powerful as she. She hides behind her walls as high as the sky. These doubts as solid as the earth. She rarely falters and the only thing she will say to you is "afraid of little badluck?"

[jfc-jinx]

footloose || m&j

[jfc-jinx]

mctalcladboot‌:

Mercury wasn’t all that sure how long he had been hiding in the bathroom. A few hours, most likely. Felt like a damn day. He’d turned off the shower at some point and just sulked on the closed toilet. He was kicking himself. Pissed off at himself for fucking up. What the hell was he suppose to do? It was an awkward conversation he didn’t particularly want to have. There was always the chance Jinx’s feeling for him wouldn’t change with finding out, but he didn’t want to risk it either. 

By the time he left, it was fairly late. He was still as frustrated and annoyed as ever, but at the very least Jinx should be asleep. It was late enough, wasn’t it? Sighing, Mercury threaded his fingers through his hair. Should he go? Wasn’t like there was anywhere for him to go. 

Falling onto the lounge, Mercury let his head rest on the back of the couch, groaning quietly. This was going to be a long night… But at the very east it could wait until morning.

Spending five minutes detatching his legs and taking off his socks, Mercury set them aside before setting a quiet alarm for the early morning. Before Jinx should wake up.

Laying down on the couch, Mercury threw an arm over his face, trying to slip off and get some rest before shit hit the fan.

Her steps were silent, purposeful as she made her way out of her room into the living room. Jinx had waited until after the sound of the shower stopped and that he’d finally gone out of hiding. She didn’t hear any other doors being opened as she had lurked and plotted-so she assumed he was still in her home. 

Her eyes scanned the living room-all his crap was still here. She was almost outstanded by the idea that Mercury just slept it off. That none of what transpired really plagued him, almost perpetuating her belief that yes he had done it to make fun of her. 

Jinx caught sight of his prone form on the couch, just perfect laying there as if waiting for her to beat the shit out of him. Lifting her leg, she was about to when-what the fuck?

Mercury was missing-ah. Her eyes found a pair of discarded legs put off to the side. The sight alone was enough to make her tilt her head as she absorbed the new information. Mercury wore prosthetics? Hm.

Well, legless or not, he still made a fool out of her and for that he had to pay.

Grabbing the back of the couch, she tilted it forward with enough strength for him to fall off the piece of furniture. “Wakey, wakey~” She sing-songed, cracking her knuckles, mouth in a wide grin, “You and I aren’t finished talking yet.”

[jfc-jinx]

dazailily‌:

jfc-jinx‌:

Her eyes narrowed slightly, gaze sharpening to razors at the sight of the familiar face intruding in on her personal time. Whom-Oh. Right. Dazai. The guy who was trying to off himself a while ago. Jinx never mentioned him to anyone figuring if he was diligent enough, he’d probably make his way to the news sooner or later. Guess, it was going to be later.

“Never heard of a nickname Dazai?” She took her spoon digging it into her butter pecan ice cream. Her expression fell away into doe-like eyes, and a harmless pout looking every bit of innocence as she could muster-which was quite a bit. “They’re pretty common you know.” Despite that, she wondered exactly who he had connections with to find out about ‘Jinx’ and filed it away mentally to investigate who the fuck was giving out information on her. This wasn’t a big deal, but she liked knowing who and where rats thrived. // @dazailily​

He didn’t think she looked particularly thrilled to see him, but then again he hadn’t expected her to be. If anything the sharp look she had given him had been exactly what he had imagined her response to be the instant he slid into the booth. 

“No of course I have.” Dazai responded back with a small nod and a quiet laugh. After eating some more of his ice cream, he continued, “It’s just that nicknames seem to be used to hide identities in certain groups of people. A group that you belong to.” He had met plenty of people who preferred not to use their real names, it made things easier that way, made them harder to track. Dazai never understood the appeal, but then again, he had never once felt like he was in danger when he worked with the mafia. He smiled at her, speaking in sing-song tone,  “It’s fairly interesting when there’s someone who has something to hide. I enjoy learning what that is.” // @jfc-jinx

“Is that what you think?” She purred around her spoon, batting her eyelashes. “You know if you wanna know more about me, one doesn’t need to dig very hard.” He could make as many insinuations as he wanted, she wasn’t going to fess up to anything-certainly not about her night job. Oh no. He had to give her much more credit than that. Plus, if he did all this digging already, he probably would’ve seen what was in her file. What little was in it anyways.

“I’m an open book Dazai, you just gotta read chapter by chapter.” Pointing her spoon at him, she quirked a brow of hers. “How rude of you to suggest that I have anything to hide. Nevermind that we are practically strangers.” // @dazailily

[jfc-jinx]

liecheatstealsurvive‌:

“Definitely the nicest thing I’ve ever thought about you,” It was only partially a lie. Truth be told, when she wasn’t actively harassing him, Roman really didn’t think about her at all. It was only when she’d come sauntering through his club that he even remembered the woman existed, which of course led to remembering just how obnoxious she was.

“You really don’t have anything better you could be doing right now?” He preferred not to lose customers, and he definitely enjoyed not getting on Slade’s bad side, but what he wouldn’t give to just have the boys drag her out back and shoot her. It was at least a pleasant enough mental image to give him the strength needed to get through the conversation, “Hell you’re at a club, go drink, dance, play with someone your own age!”

@jfc-jinx

“See! I make miracles happen, aren’t you so blessed.” She snapped her fingers, shooting him a finger gun and a wink. Her grin was grin and taunting. Any opportunity she had to boost herself up she would take. Good. Bad. Her ego could take what it could get.

“I’m on my day off and I can spend it however I like.” She defended leaning back further in her seat. Clubbing and partying wasn’t really even her thing. The only reason she came to places like these was to people watch. She gained entertainment from the idiocy from others and maybe gained some intel or two if someone was bold enough to approach her. “Let me enjoy my night at my own pace, or I don’t know, I’ll leave you a bad review on Yelp or something.” // @liecheatstealsurvive 

[jfc-jinx]

dazailily‌:

Had Dazai been planning on stopping for ice cream? No. Had he done so anyways upon seeing a familiar face through the window? Of course. If anything, he considered it a productive use of his time, he had already invested so much of it into finding out who she really was. Upon entering and after buying a simple cone of vanilla ice cream, he saw her sitting in a booth in the back corner and before she could say anything he slid in across from her, a smile pulling at his lips.

“Hi Lucky, or should I call you Jinx?” He spoke with a playful tone but there was an underlying seriousness to it that didn’t come out often. Dazai would be lying to himself if he were to say that he didn’t want answers, if the girl sitting across from hadn’t thoroughly confused him. His little investigation into her had confirmed his suspicions that she had lied about her name and that she was far from being innocent. The very fact that she had lied is what made him eager to know more. “You know, it’s funny, usually people don’t have so many names. How does that work?”  // @jfc-jinx

Her eyes narrowed slightly, gaze sharpening to razors at the sight of the familiar face intruding in on her personal time. Whom-Oh. Right. Dazai. The guy who was trying to off himself a while ago. Jinx never mentioned him to anyone figuring if he was diligent enough, he’d probably make his way to the news sooner or later. Guess, it was going to be later.

“Never heard of a nickname Dazai?” She took her spoon digging it into her butter pecan ice cream. Her expression fell away into doe-like eyes, and a harmless pout looking every bit of innocence as she could muster-which was quite a bit. “They’re pretty common you know.” Despite that, she wondered exactly who he had connections with to find out about ‘Jinx’ and filed it away mentally to investigate who the fuck was giving out information on her. This wasn’t a big deal, but she liked knowing who and where rats thrived. // @dazailily​

[jfc-jinx]

toughestfightcr‌:

“They were very distraught over it, riding my ass about it for a fucking week. Going on and on about how I could have taken his eye out. God, they took it worse than the professor. He just smiled and told me it’s okay, but that I needed to be careful in the future.” Thinking about it, Barter could still feel the resentment to the scolding. She hated when they all ganged up on her like that. “My brother was the only one who didn’t bitch, but he’s a dick so that doesn’t count.”

Chuckling, Barter sat up a bit straighter at the praise. “Oh, trust me, I’m looking forward to kicking some ass.” // @jfc-jinx​

Jinx tapped her chin trying to picture the scenario. She couldn’t say she’s ever experienced something like that. She was only ever an only child and even with the Hive whom she considered her brothers, they never tried to lecture her. They could try though. “Can’t relate. Usually I’m the one doing the yelling or doing the bitching. But you’re pretty close to your fam aren’t you? Even with your supposed dick of a brother.” 

She wasn’t even aware Barter had a brother, but she assumed the other wasn’t as close to them as she was to the other two siblings. She’d seen the eldest around-that one seemed bossy, and she’d heard enough of the younger sibling- very bubbly. // @toughestfightcr

[jfc-jinx]

footloose || m&j

[jfc-jinx]

mctalcladboot‌:

He fucked up. In an instant, he knew damn well he had. Mercury didn’t need to look at her to feel it in the air, clinging to his flesh and chilling him to the bone.

That’s it. There shouldn’t have been an ‘it’ at the first place. Jinx was a friend, and she respected him. Thought highly enough of him to trust he was strong. The moment she got close, physically close, that could all come crashing down. And Mercury wasn’t a gambling man. He didn’t toy with that face. Didn’t like people knowing, most especially those he respected back. Because the moment he saw a flicker of pity in their eyes, it was over, and he’d much rather kill someone then have them look at him like that.

But- 

Jinx pushed past him, anger bleeding into the air, and Mercury wanted to react in kind. Let his own anger and frustration bubble over and spill. Wanted to grab her wrist and pull her close. Press his leg against hers and make her understand. He wanted it all without that fucking pity, which was precisely why he didn’t do it. 

Swallowing down his own anger, Mercury stormed off into the bathroom, turning on the water full blast and locking the door. He couldn’t even fucking shower. There was no chair for him. Not that he really wanted it. Leaning against the banister, Mercury let the room steam up, teeth bared in frustration as he considered his options. He had nowhere else to go.. If he left, Jinx would hunt him down, and at this point Mercury damn well knew she might just kill him. It was one thing to reject her, but another to run away like she was disgusting.

She wasn’t..

He just.. had to force his way through. He had to.. hide in the fucking bathroom like a kid until he was sure she was sleep. // @jfc-jinx​

She slammed her door shut, the sound echoing through the rest of the apartment. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, nails digging into her skin. She waited and waited and waited. Wanting. Wishing. Trying to give Mercury a chance to maybe explain himself or change his mind. Something.

Jinx stood there for a good solid minute or two, even after she heard the slam of another door and the sound of the shower going. That bastard. That absolute bastard. But what did that make her when here she was still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Taking a deep breath that rattled throughout her chest, she raised her leg kicking it through the plaster of her wall. The hole stared back at her mockingly. Fool. Fool. Fool. Damn right she was. She just... didn’t get it, because she could’ve sworn that he liked her back too.

What happened in the living room could not have just been her imagining things. 

Moving away from the wall, she ran a hand through her hair harshly as she plopped down on the edge of the bed thinking about the events that just unfolded. At some point, hope bled into humiliation which bled to confusion which lastly bled into anger. Hot, burning anger that moved through her veins like lava. It made her bare her teeth, her face darken, and whatever bloodlust that was laying dormant awaken.

How fucking dare he. 

Leading her on. Playing with her emotions. Then when confronted about it run away like a goddamn coward. Jinx imagined he did it to hide his laughter. He was mocking her. The jackass did it just to get a good laugh at her. 

She glared at the door knowing he was on the other side. She could do it. Hurt him like he hurt her. Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth. Broken bones for a broken heart. Quietly she rose to her feet. Mercury Black was going to pay. // @mctalcladboot​

[jfc-jinx]

dazailily‌:

He had to hold himself back from laughing, his lips turning upwards into a smile. There were a lot of ways people spoke to Dazai, some yelled at him, some ignored him, and others just seemed baffled by him. That much he was used to, but she was talking down to him. It appeared as though she thought him naive. That was one thing he couldn’t say he had ever been called before and while she might not have said the word, the way she spoke was enough. “Why couldn’t they?”

Dazai thought that nothing truly mattered anyways, this was no exception.

He noticed she was lying and while he hadn’t really expected her to tell the truth, that didn’t mean he was already annoyed with the work it would take to find out who she really was. Yet, it only made him more intrigued, usually people tended to lie about who they were only when they had something to hide. He intended to find what that was.

However he didn’t think that she needed to know that he was aware of her fib. “Lucky,” Dazai paused after repeating it carefully, pretending to think about it intently. Letting out an exaggerated sigh he looked over to her, “What a boring name, it sounds as if it were meant for a pet.” He had long decided he was going to find her again, his head already filled with plans and ideas and he found himself welcoming the challenge she was offering with open arms. “Nice to meet you, Lucky. I’m Dazai.” // @jfc-jinx​

Jinx offered a slow, purposeful shrug, “Who knows. I don’t.” It was better to feign innocence at times to the face of strangers. Sometimes they were more willing to spill secrets if they felt they didn’t need to hold their guard up. And sometimes she didn’t want to bother with people’s opinions. 

“And you are absolutely right. I’ve been told I’m rather cat-ty.” She always held a soft spot for cats, black cats specifically. But Lucky was more of an inside joke for her. Her?? Lucky? The thought made her want to laugh her ass off. She was probably one of the unluckiest people in the world, and people certainly didn’t want to meet her.

Meeting her was the worst thing that could happen to others.

“I’d say it was nice to meet ya, but-” Jinx offered a shrug and a little shake of her head, “-it really wasn’t. See you on the other side.” She really wasn’t expecting to see him anymore. She’d be disappointed if she did. Atleast, initially. He was kinda quirky if anything, but he had his priorities and she had hers. // @dazailily​

[jfc-jinx]

liecheatstealsurvive‌:

“Bowler Hat? Really? That’s the best you could come up with? Should I start calling you Skirt? Or Boots?” Honestly, these kids today…no creativity! Where was the flair? The panache! As someone who’d been dolling out nicknames like they were going out of style for the past twenty years, he was personally offended.

As if another brat coming to bother him wasn’t bad enough.

“And I’ll have you know, the hat plays,” It was his signature at this point, he wore the bowler everywhere, and anyone of importance had long since gotten used to it. The hat was his signature at this point, and identifier. To remove it would be to let others think he was at less than his best.

@jfc-jinx

“Do it.” Jinx gave him her full attention, fully egging him on to do it. Boots. Skirt. The least harmful things he could say to her. Not that it made a difference, Roman was still a fucking joke either way. She wasn’t even wearing a skirt tonight, but she’d let the ‘insult’ pass. “It’d probably be one of the nicer things you’ve ever said to me.”

“Really? Where? Probably more talented than you.” She sent a wide, innocent smile his way before practically throwing herself into one of the lounge chairs nearby. Jinx had more talent in her pinky toe than Roman had... well anywhere. // @liecheatstealsurvive

[jfc-jinx]

Local Witches of Yen Sid

Raven Rassul; Daughter of the Moon and Hell and Ae-ra Kang; Sorceress of Bad Luck

“Anger is pointless, my emotions are under control.” “Looks like you’re out of luck.”

@znthcs

[jfc-jinx]

footloose || m&j

[jfc-jinx]

mctalcladboot‌:

Jinx was moving around the couch, humming and creeping closer in a way that made Mercury shiver. What was she.. No. Oh Gods, did she take him seriously? Glancing up with wide eyes, that confident grin faltered as she lent over him. 

Too far. He’d pushed her too far and.. holy shit, she was flirting. Actual honest to Gods flirting. There was a brief flicker of his eyes, flashing down to her lips then back to her eyes. Damn it. She knew damn well she was pretty.. This wasn’t fair. She was too close.

He wanted to reciprocate. He feared her finding out. In the end, self preservation always won out over desire. 

Setting his food down, Mercury pushed himself further down the couch, careful not to touch her with his legs. No, he wasn’t dealing with that pity. 

‘I.. think I’m going to have a shower,” Mercury fumbled, slipping off the couch and stepping back awkwardly, unable to meet her eyes. Crap. This wasn’t suppose to happen. // @jfc-jinx​

For a split second, she actually believed that he was going to take her up on her offer. But only for a split second. Noticing the way he glanced at her lips-if only for a brief second- made her chest seize in such a horrible and awful and exciting way.

It was nothing compared to the realization after that he was backing out. Now that made her chest seize in a horrible, horrible way. 

She kept uncharacteristically silent, eerie, watching as he stood up, excuses falling from his lips. Jinx knew this was a possibility-that it was probably the reality. That she was putting meaning into things that didn’t exist all, but that didn’t change she hoped that for once she might’ve been proven wrong and that he really did like her back.

Because Jinx really liked-

Fuck, she must’ve looked like such an idiot standing there. She certainly felt like the biggest one in the universe right now. Being rejected in her own goddamn house. The world must’ve been laughing at her. 

“That’s it?” She spoke incredulous, unable to hide the humiliation from her face. Mercury couldn’t even look her in the eyes. Letting out a sardonic chuckle, Jinx nodded brushing past him, “Enjoy your fucking shower.” // @mctalcladboot

[jfc-jinx]

toughestfightcr‌:

“You know the premise of a food eating contest is eating fast. You’re just cruising for a brain freeze,” Barter laughed off. Then again, she wouldn’t be surprised if people just signed up for free food. “Look! I.. have always been competitive! My siblings refused to play with me, so SOMEONE had to! I didn’t mean to hit the ball that hard!” The fit of laughter she broke into afterwards though.. suggested otherwise. But she really had been only gunning for the win!

“That’s the plan,” Barter shrugged off, offering a lazy peace sign. “I’m a fighter, and I’m always looking for a fight. If I’m not practically on my last leg by the end of it, then what’s the point?” // @jfc-jinx​

“It’d be worth it!” Jinx defended her decision. She’d regret it in the moment for fucking sure, but right now, it was damn appealing. Plus, people always seemed to think she had a tiny appetite when that was farthest thing from the truth. She lived with five other guys nearly half the time, she knew how to fight for her food and eat others portions in retaliation. The thief cackled in her seat, “That’s what they all say. What’d your siblings have to say about his new shiner?” 

She let out a low whistle, shooting her an impressed look, a lazy smirk drawing itself onto her face. “Kick some ass Barter. I’ll be cheering for ya to take home that gold. Besides, can’t think of anyone who has a meaner right hook than you.” // @toughestfightcr

[thegroundshakes-blog]

Better to Reign in Hell // J&M

[jfc-jinx]

thegroundshakes‌:

Satisfied he’d offered all the help he could, Baran nodded, focusing once again on his own workout. There was only so much he could do for her. Support was never something he’d really gotten the hang of. Should he show up with a sign? Offer words of encouragement? He could try giving a hug, but he wasn’t sure he knew how hard to squeeze without breaking something. Nope, best to stick with the nod.

“Oh! The redhead! Somethin’ ain’t right with her,” But at the same time, he wanted to know her secret. If someone that small could lift that much, he could only imagine what he’d be able to do with the same workout. Maybe he could beat it out of her? “I think I saw couple blonde guys? I dunno, the all seemed kinda wimpy…”

@jfc-jinx

“You saying that because she could potentially outlift you?” Jinx didn’t think too much of the redhead to be honest. Baran was fucking stacked-he had more muscle and strength than he knew what do with and he didn’t know a lot- so she had full faith that he could wipe his competition. That didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy poking and prodding where she could though. Her boys gave her enough hell as it was, it was only fair she retaliated in the ways she knew how. “You know what they say~ Expect the unexpected.”

Getting back onto her feet, Jinx made her way to the balance beam. She took a deep breath before taking a few steps forward to familiarize herself with it. It’d been a while since she did anything like this. Out of nowhere and mostly muscle memory, she was on her hands one second, then doing a flip in the air another and landing gracefully back on her feet on the beam at the last. “Name a blond guy you don’t think is wimpy. You think all blondes are toothpicks.” // @thegroundshakes​

[jfc-jinx]

open.

Baran: i mean,. i can askk ariound?

Baran: wou,ldnt egghead be the better choice thoi?

ae-ra: gizmo's going to help out ofc but finding out just isn't enough

ae-ra: i want a name i want a face and i want blood being spilled

[jfc-jinx]

dazailily‌:

“You really think so?!” Dazai replied excitedly, a large smile breaking out on his face. To a certain extent, he was playing a part, he always did. His grin, though it appeared to be, wasn’t entirely genuine and it certainly wasn’t because of her words despite how he acted. Rather from her personality as a whole.

“Ah so am I.” He kept his playful tone, even if the last thing he was, was innocent. It was hard to remember a day where he was at this point. But he played along despite that, noticing the look in her eyes. He blinked at her curiously, “A devil only has as much power as you give it, once you take that power away, it’s nothing.” He smiled once more, “Besides, anyone can change if they choose.”

He thought it silly when people held onto the past, when they used it as an excuse to not do something. Dazai didn’t think for a second that doing something terrible or that dealing with a devil was something that could make it feel as if you weren’t living. “Wait!” He called out to her, “What’s your name?” If she truly left now, he wanted a way to find her again. He certainly could even if she refused to give it, but it’d be so much less work if he knew at least a name. // @jfc-jinx​

Change. 

She was never quite sure how to feel about that word. It was never always good, never always bad. She, herself, tended to thrive in change. Monotony was one of her biggest enemies, getting bored too quickly at the simplest of things. But even then, she couldn’t deny how deeply ingrained she was in her behaviors. Her impulses, her emotions, her morals or lack of them. Those never changed even when the world around her did.

Jinx thought they never would, even if it might be nice if they did.

“Is that so,” Her eyes narrowed, lips curling sardonically. Her tone dropped to amused, whimsical, practically purring. Jinx believed that was a bunch of bullshit, but she’d let him believe what he wanted to believe. Ignorance is bliss as they say. 

Pausing in her steps, she took a long lick of her scoop, contemplating the options available to her. She could just lie-that would be easy enough. She could even give out her name it’s not as if that would do much harm either. Jinx doubted she’d be seeing him so soon and if she did, he wasn’t trying hard enough. “You can call me Lucky,” She gave a half hearted shrug, raising a brow. // @dazailily​

[jfc-jinx]

footloose || m&j

[jfc-jinx]

mctalcladboot‌:

Jinx was staring at him. He didn’t have to look up to know that much. He could feel her gaze linger making his skin prick with discomfort. Attentive. Why the hell was she staring like that? She’d been the one to start it. Had she really thought he wouldn’t do it? Crap, had he messed up? Would he have looked less conspicuous if he’d just brushed her off?

Mercury Black was always the embodiment of ‘cool, calm, and collected’. Nothing ever got under his skin. He never broke down or over thought. Right now though, his mind was reeling, and Mercury hated it.

So Mercury attempted to defuse it the best way he knew how; he acted the part of a smug asshole.

Popping another piece of pineapple into his mouth, Mercury glanced at the woman, lips curled in a convincing smug grin. “Come one, babe, I know I leave people speechless but this is going to be a boring night if all you do is stare.” // @jfc-jinx​

“Not that speechless.”

Despite her shock, she couldn’t help the automatic response. She just always had to have the last say. Her brows furrowed slightly wondering if Mercury knew what he sounded like right now. The bastard had always been a flirt-silver tongued to match his hair. But it was different now.

It was different because Jinx was probably putting meanings where they didn’t exist and she hated it. Hated the way it made her heart pound, hated the way she hoped, hated the way she was willing to fucking take that chance if he meant it-

She’d always been impulsive before, and fuck if she wasn’t going to now. 

"Hm,” Her fingers tapped her chin thoughtfully as she made her way around the couch, “Well, I can think of a few things that’s more interesting than just staring.” Jinx leaned over him slightly a sly smirk on her face, her tone velvety. // @mctalcladboot

[jfc-jinx]

toughestfightcr‌:

“Food eating contests. And, let me tell you, if there was one I’d be gunning for that first prize.” Though she’d hope that it would at least be the last competition. It wouldn’t do her well to completely fuck up her diet and blow chunks in front of the entire asteroid. “Hey, table tennis can get brutal. It’s faster than regular tennis and they will give you one heck of a black eye. I know because I gave my father one.” She did feel bad.. after the fact.

“Oh God now you’re making me think.” Leaning her head back, Barter scratched at her neck as she thought. “Athletics, boxing, taekwondo, wrestling, and freestyle wrestling. Basically, I’m looking to kick ass.” // @jfc-jinx​

“I’d join if there was one for ice cream and pie.” Her two favorite desserts! Jinx would eat them all day every day if she could-and at times she was very tempted to-but her line of work needed her in top shape, so she had to be a bit more mindful of what she ate. She couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the statement, “You gave your dad a black eye? Holy shit, now you gotta tell me that story.”

“What the hell,” Her jaw dropped and her eyes narrowed, “You’re going to be so exhausted by the end of it.” Jinx didn’t doubt Barter’s strength or stamina, but those were intensive sports and she’d be competing with the best of the best. No doubt some worthy competition, but it’d be more intensive than what it normally would be competing against an average person. // @toughestfightcr

[thegroundshakes-blog]

Better to Reign in Hell // J&M

[jfc-jinx]

thegroundshakes‌:

“Need me to break any kneecaps?” He doubted it, but hey, a guy could hope. All this training and preparation was starting to feel a bit too much like honest work. He was excited for the competition, but he’d have absolutely no complaints about getting back to break things, living and otherwise, when it was all over, “Maybe a couple small concussions?”

Watching the woman balance on her hands, part of him had always been tempted to give her a playful nudge, to watch her flail for a moment before righting herself. It what he would’ve done with with Selinda, and while it may have earned him a smack to the arm and a dirty look, he had no doubt it would’ve lead to more smiles than violence. With Jinx, he wasn’t totally sure what would happen, and he was a bit too fond of living to try it.

“Uh, yeah, Nora and Armstrong. Totally,” He’d never been good with names, never. More of than not he just made up nicknames based on a person’s appearance unless they were around often enough for him to learn. Nicknames that he’d likely never share with another soul, Egghead being the exception rather than the rule. As far as he knew, Jinx still had no idea he’d thought of her as ‘the Pink Panther’ for months because of her eyes, “They’ll be a breeze.”

@jfc-jinx

“I’ll think about it!” Her chipper tone betrayed that she was seriously contemplating his offer. Some broken bones would take out the competition... If anything though, she might just have him break some after the competition. Win-win for the both of them! Trophies and giving pain! It was what they did on a daily basis anyways, why break habits now.

“You’re an idiot.” She saw through his act immediately, shooting him a deadpan look as she walked around him on her hands. This behemoth had absolutely no idea who she was talking about. “The redhead and the big beefy blond guy with that stasche.” She gave small descriptions on the half-hearted hope it would jog his memory.

Maybe she was putting too much faith into him. // @thegroundshakes​