“Oh, you don’t think I can kick you ass. Is that it? Is that why you’re taunting me?”
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“Oh, you don’t think I can kick you ass. Is that it? Is that why you’re taunting me?”
@crovnprince said: well hello there ~ Jodie & Marg
The goal was to fluster Marg. To get the upper-hand on her for once and for all. At least, that’s what Jodie told herself as she stalked over to Marg and straddled her lap. Wrapping her arms around her neck, she boldly stared her down. “Still feeling brave?” She ran a finger down her cheek and neck, never once looking away.
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“What’s it going to take you to stop,” Jodie asked abruptly, turning to look at the other. “I mean, I have no idea why you hate me so much. But, what’s it going to take for you to stop being such a bitch? Do you need to get laid or something?”
@crovnprince said: ¤ / Marg & Jodie
When Marg marched right up to her, Jodie had fully expected her to slap or punch her. The brunette stiffened as soon as their lips made contact. What the hell was happening? Placing her hands on the other girls’ shoulders, she quickly pushed her away. “What the hell, Margaery?! What the fuck was that?” Grimacing, she angrily wiped her lips. “Do you have some kind of sick crush on me or something?!”
open to f/m/nb
plot: your muse gave jodie a makeover (can be for a party, can be making her dressing up for a costume day at uni.)
“Are you sure this is a good idea? I feel like I look really dumb,” Jodie whispered to the other. Somehow, she had let them convince her to dress her up. It wasn’t so much that she was super attached to any specific way of dressing herself up. But there was something deeply uncomfortable about the outfit they had chosen for her. She couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on her. Regardless of whether or not it was the case.
open m/f/nb
“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I just supposed to forgive you,” Jodie sassed the other. She was trying to keep her anger under control, but it was proving more difficult than she had anticipated. There was something endlessly frustrating about having someone try to apologize when you weren’t ready to forgive them. “Am I just supposed to act like it’s not a big deal?”
“I don’t think I was being foolish when I decided to trust you,” Jodie speaks slowly as she takes a step forward. “I just think you’re trying to push me away because you’re afraid one of us is going to get hurt.” She can’t be sure if she’s being foolish or brave. But it honestly doesn’t matter. Right now, all that matters is stopping them from leaving.
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“Well, if you want my help. You’re going to have to do better than that,” Jodie tilts her head to the side and shrugs. “You still haven’t really given me a reason to.”