#only threw this party for you

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party 4 u - Charli XCX

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Only Threw This Party For You (Halldoll) - Mumu

A/N: Had to write Halldoll for my comeback fic, of course. Also on AO3. Betaed by the lovely @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney. Come find me @stillmumu

Summary: It’s Jaida’s 19th birthday party, and Widow brings her a present in the form of Nicolette Doll.

Jaida should have known this was going to happen. 

She’s been friends with Widow since 6th grade, and ‘lowkey’ is simply not a word in the girl’s vocabulary. Why she expected anything less than a full-blown house party for her 18th birthday when she asked Widow to plan the celebration is beyond her.

She can already hear the bass pounding from all the way upstairs, a sure sign that tonight’s going to get crazy. She’s going to get a migraine if she doesn’t get some alcohol in her, pronto.

“Girl! You ready yet?” Widow calls, knocking on Jaida’s bedroom door. Speak of the devil. “I’m all for being fashionably late, but you’re cutting it close.”

“One second,” Jaida yells back, throwing one last look at her reflection in the mirror. She opens the door with a flourish, waving Widow in. “Come help, gold or silver?”

Widow considers, holding both sets of earrings up to Jaida’s skin. 

“Gold.”

Jaida takes her advice, clipping on the large tassels. “How do I look?”

“Hot,” Widow cackles. “You’re so gonna get dicked down.” She pauses before amending her statement with a: “Or, you know, whatever the girl on girl version of that is.”

“I’ll take it,” Jaida says with a grin. “I’m not trying to get laid tonight though. Can’t promise I’ll be nice to all your little friends you try to set me up with this time.”

“Bitch, of all days you decide not to get some, you choose your birthday? Really?”

“Shut up, oh my God.” Jaida runs her fingers through her braids, fiddling with the beaded ends. “Birthday sex is overrated.”

“You say that now,” Widow challenges good-naturedly. Jaida just shakes her head, biting back an exasperated grin. “C’mon, the party’s waiting!”

Jaida lets Widow lead her downstairs, into the thick of the party. Jaida scans the level, barely suppressing a frustrated groan at the sheer volume of people in attendance. Nearly half the school is here. This is going to be so annoying to clean up.

“Widow,” she starts, but is waved away.

“Just have fun! Don’t think too hard.” Widow motions at someone across the room, mouthing a ‘later’ at them. “Let’s get you a drink, yeah?”

Jaida nods gratefully, letting Widow push through the crowd, clearing a path for her. People stop her on the way to the kitchen, throwing congratulations and birthday wishes her way.

Jaida recognizes a few, but most of the people she doesn’t have any recollection of. Probably friends of Widow’s: that girl knows everyone in the neighbourhood and then some.

“Jesus, Widow, how many of these people are actually here for me?”

“Mixed or straight?” Widow ignores Jaida’s question.

“Huh? Oh, uh, what we got?”

“Coke zero.”

“Mixed, then.” 

Widow busies herself pouring Jaida a drink, measuring out cheap vodka and soda into a solo cup. Jaida shifts on her feet, already regretting the decision to wear stilettos. She’s been here less than ten minutes and is already exhausted. 

“Here.” Widow hands her the cup. Jaida nearly gags the second she tastes it, but the burn doesn’t keep her from chugging the cup as soon as she recovers.

“That was fast,” Widow says as soon as Jaida takes a break to breathe.

Jaida just shrugs. She holds her now-empty cup out, and Widow tops it up. 

“Gonna need it to deal with all of this.” 

“Fair enough,” Widow decides. “I promise you’ll have a good time tonight.”

Jaida grunts noncommittally, focusing on her drink. Widow arches a brow, watching her sip it at an alarming speed.

“Jesus, Jaida, you’ve got all night to get drunk. Slow your ass down.” 

Her phone pings and she fishes it out of her pocket. “Oh! Perfect timing, my present is here. You’ll like this girl.���

“I thought I said no wing woman action tonight? Birthday sex is fun in theory, but I’m not trying to celebrate with a one night stand.” Jaida frowns.

“Who said y’all had to bang? She could be your one true love. Be a little romantic, damn.”

“You’re so annoying,” Jaida says.

“Rude,” Widow’s phone pings again with her text tone, and she types something back, a little rushed.  “You wanna meet her or what?”

“Uhh…” Jaida swirls the remainder of her drink around in her cup, stalling. 

“Jaida, please. If you hate her I’ll save you right away, no questions asked.”

“Fine.” Jaida concedes, pulling a grimace. Is she really agreeing to this? “But you owe me lunch if this goes bad.”

Widow grins, already dragging her out of the kitchen. “It won’t.”

Widow’s never been this excited about someone to introduce to her before, Jaida reasons, trying to convince herself. Maybe it’s not all bad. And plus, she can still get a free meal out of Widow for her troubles, so it’s pretty much a win-win on her end.

Widow comes to an abrupt halt.

“Did something happen?” Jaida reacts just in time, nearly crashing into her.

“Nah, we’re good.” 

Widow sweeps the party, trying to figure out where Jaida should be standing when her surprise guest walks in. She pushes Jaida up the stairs a few steps, so that Jaida’s the first thing the guest will see when she arrives. Like a show pony, or a shiny trophy on display. Jaida knocks back another gulp of her drink at the thought. 

“Here, right here.”

“Chile,” Jaida starts with a wry grin. “You’re so extra, I can’t even.”

The complaints die on her lips as soon as Widow’s guest enters the party.

She’s gorgeous. Supermodel level gorgeous. Her blonde hair tumbles over her shoulders like something out of a magazine, and she’s in a sheer black dress that emphasises the sleek curve of her figure.

A sparkle draws her eye, and Jaida squints—is that a Chanel belt? Damn. Miss White Girl is rich, too? Whoever she is, she’s proof the universe has favourites.

“Damn. Where the hell did you find her?” Jaida says, thankful for Rihanna blasting over the speakers, loud enough to ensure nobody can hear her gossiping like some kind of auntie.

“She’s a new international student. Nicolette Doll.”

Nicolette. The name sounds elegant. Jaida likes it. 

Nicolette draws closer, and Jaida feels her mouth go dry. Her skin gleams gold under the party lights, and Jaida struggles to rip her eyes from the sight.

“Coucou!” Nicolette leans in and kisses both of Widow’s cheeks. 

“Hey, baby.” Widow repeats the gesture like it’s second nature to her.

Jaida blinks dumbly watching the exchange. She’s only seen that happen in movies. Everything about Nicolette seems so sophisticated, even her name. She’s got a hand on Willow’s arm, and Jaida can’t help but notice that the nails on two of her perfectly manicured fingers are clipped short.

Something tight and sleazy floods Jaida’s stomach at the sight, and she grips her drink tighter between her hands, trying to brace herself.

She’s got to get it together. It’s her party, for God’s sake; this is her territory.

“You must be the birthday girl?” Nicolette greets her, warmly.

“That’s me!” It comes out squeaky, but Jaida has no time to be embarrassed.

Nicolette goes in for the same cheek kisses she exchanged with Widow, and Jaida does her best to copy. 

Nicolette’s breath is warm, and she smells like incense and vanilla. Jaida’s so flustered at the way Nicolette’s perfume envelops her that she’s slow on the transition to the other cheek, accidentally closing the space between them. The sensation of the girl’s nose bumping against her own startles her, and Jaida pulls back, face burning.

There’s a soft little smirk on Nicolette’s face as she studies Jaida, and it’s making her dizzy. The tension stretches sticky between them, backed by the pounding bass from the speakers.

Widow pipes up for her: “Nicky, this is Jaida.”

Right. She’s supposed to tell Nicolette her name. That’s a normal thing people do in conversations. Jaida resists the urge to shake her head to break herself out of this haze, and bites the inside of her cheek instead, praying the sharp pain grounds her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jaida,” Nicky says. Jaida catches a bit of an accent on the words, and the sound of her name in that lilting voice gives her butterflies. “I’m Nicolette. Nicky for short.”

“Nicky,” Jaida tries the nickname out, liking the way it feels on her tongue. “Pretty name. Suits you.”

“Does that mean you think I’m pretty?” Nicky winks cheekily at her, and Jaida swears she feels her heart stop.

“Shit, only if you think I’m pretty too. My compliments ain’t free.” She can’t stop the smile from spreading on her face. This girl’s flirty, and Jaida likes that. 

“Well!” Widow says, looking way too proud of herself. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

No, don’t leave, Jaida wants to call after her, don’t leave me with this girl, I’ll make a fool of myself. 

But Widow’s already gone, the space where she was standing suddenly looking very empty in Jaida’s periphery. Alone, Jaida feels unmoored in Nicky’s presence. 

Her eyes drift, not sure where to look. 

The highlighter on Nicky’s collarbones keeps shifting metallic in the light, and Jaida tries her best not to linger too long on the sight each time Nicky moves. With the way she’s standing a step above Nicky, though, her eyes keep falling to the gentle curve of her shoulder and dip of her chest, and Jaida can tell she’s pushing it with how close she’s coming to ogling.

Willow has truly outdone herself this time.

“Can I get you a drink?” Jaida asks, mostly just to say something. “The alc’s nothing nice, but it’ll get you a buzz, at least.”

Nicky responds by gesturing for Jaida to hand over the half-filled cup in her grasp. Jaida does, watching as Nicky turns the cup slowly in her hand. When she spots the place where Jaida’s lips have left a brown sheen on the rim, she aligns her mouth to the glossy print. 

Jesus christ, this girl is bold. 

Nicky’s eyes flutter closed as she tips the cup upwards and Jaida swallows hard, transfixed. Nicky’s bottom lip is pillowy, pushed up against the red plastic, and Jaida lets herself imagine for a moment what it would feel like to kiss her, to feel those plush lips against her own. Her body aches, and she resists the urge to slip her hands around Nicky’s waist and lean in close enough for the ends of Nicky’s hair to form a curtain around their faces and–

“–This isn’t terrible, actually. I’ve had worse.”

Jaida blinks, coming back in time to hear the tail end of Nicky’s review. She shifts on her feet, hoping Nicky hasn’t noticed her distraction. But the slight arch in Nicky’s brow tells her she hasn’t been so lucky.

“You’re distracted.”

“I- uh, yeah,” Jaida winces at how stupid she sounds. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Do I make you nervous, cheri?”

Jaida’s brain short circuits. She opens her mouth and then closes it, trying to come up with a bratty retort. Nicky’s smirk grows the longer they stand there quiet, contorting into something charged and cheshire-like.

Nicky makes her sweat, taking her sweet time before she speaks again. 

“Come on, use your words.” 

A strangled sound forces its way out of Jaida’s throat at the mean little edge in Nicky’s voice before she can catch it. Nicky’s head quirks to the left in a smug little gesture that makes her breath hitch. Jaida feels faint at the intimacy of the movement. They’ve just met, but Nicky is already teasing her apart masterfully, piece by piece.

No, no, no. Absolutely not. Nicky’s not going to win this easily.

Jaida catches her lip between her teeth, calculating. Her eyes dart over Nicky’s, taking in her easy lean against the wall, the confident way she’s meeting Jaida’s gaze. It’s a power struggle, and right now, Nicky’s too comfortable.

Fuck it. Jaida snags Nicky by the wrist, pulling her away from the crowd.

She’s moving fast, nearly bounding up the stairs and into her room. Nicky’s stumbling slightly behind her, trying to keep up with her pace. Jaida doesn’t bother to slow down, running off of pure adrenaline from Nicky getting her all riled up. She pulls open the glass door that leads to her balcony with such force it swings back in her face, and Nicky chuckles at the urgency of her actions.

The cocky noise dies in her throat once Jaida whips Nicky in front of her, pinning the blonde to the railing with her hips. Nicky’s breathing goes ragged, and Jaida knows she has her where she wants her.

Now it’s Nicky’s turn to be nervous, blushing when Jaida twists a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. Jaida lingers for just a beat too long, brushing over the shell of her ear. The sensation is light, but sends a shudder down Nicky’s spine. Jaida catches it, of course, ever-perceptive.

There’s a predatory glint in her eye as she gives the curl a harsh tug.

Nicky’s head spills backwards in response, exposing her throat to the soft moonlight. Heat spikes in Jaida’s gut at the sight. God, this girl is unbelievable. She brings a hand up to trace Nicky’s collarbone, finally putting her finger on the pretty gleam that’s been entrancing her all night.

Nicky sighs happily at the contact, encouraging Jaida to drag upwards until her hand is wrapping around Nicky’s throat. She eyes Nicky carefully, gauging her comfort.

“Okay?”

“O-kay,” Nicky whispers, her accent severing the word.

Her voice sounds loud to Jaida anyways, her senses heightened with their forms so flush together. The night air is cool, but Jaida can feel Nicky burning up underneath her.  It’s adorable how quickly Jaida was able to turn her into this shy little mess, even if Nicky wasn’t as quick to give up control as most girls Jaida is used to. 

She’s putting up a good fight, and Jaida kind of likes it, likes the challenge and quick banter they have together. Makes things more fun.

“It’s cute that you thought you were in charge.” Jaida’s grip is loose but firm, the intensity of her gaze enough to convince Nicky that she means every word she’s saying.

Nicky works her jaw instead of replying, defiance in her expression. The bitten-back aggression of the action sends a jolt of electricity through Jaida’s bloodstream, pushing her to up the ante.

“Aw, do I make you nervous?” Jaida repeats Nicky’s words from earlier, voice lined with something sinister.

Nicky finally breaks. She whines, the sound vibrating against the palm of Jaida’s hand. It’s a sweet little sound, one that drives Jaida crazy enough to slot a thigh between the girl’s legs and bring it upwards. The impact has Nicky gasping, and Jaida grins when another whine escapes. She could listen to Nicky make pretty little noises forever.

Jaida tangles her hand into Nicky’s hair, bringing their faces closer so that she can mutter into Nicky’s ear.

“Good girl.”

The praise seals Nicky’s fate, all but unravelling her. She takes a shuddering breath, and then another, trying to calm herself. 

Jaida’s in her element now, watching Nicky work to find her words. She takes the moment to drink in the comforting warmth of Nicky’s body pressed against her own. There’s a pretty pink blush on Nicky’s cheeks, visible through her foundation. 

It takes every ounce of resolve Jaida has to pull away, a calm smile on her face. Normally she’d be quick to pounce, work the squirming girl into putty underneath her fingers. But something about Nicky feels different, more special, and Jaida can’t shake the feeling that she’d like to do things the right way this time. She deserves better than a drunken quickie at a shitty house party.

Nicky’s breaths have begun to level out again. Jaida almost melts at how cute she looks with her eyes half-lidded, blinking out of her stupor.

“You know, usually girls wait a few hours before showing me their rooms,” Nicky offers, voice still hoarse.

“I move quick,” Jaida shoots back, tone playful.

“I’ve learned.”

“Try to keep up, Frenchie. I know you have it in you.”

“Yeah? What gives you that assumption?” There’s that intoxicating challenge again, goading Jaida into setting her straight about who’s in charge.

“Baby, no girl dressed as slutty as you are moves slow.”

There’s a few moments of silence, and Jaida feels a twinge of panic beginning to rise. Maybe she misjudged. Did she go too far? She’s opening her mouth to apologise when Nicky laughs, breathily, more air than sound.

“You Americans are bold, I’ll say that.”

“I was thinking I offended you for a second,” Jaida says, relieved.

“Why, because you called it like it is?” Nicky does a cute little shimmy with her shoulders, as much movement as she can manage given their closeness. “You think I dressed up in this and looked in the mirror thinking I look classy?”

Jaida stifles a snort, stepping backwards to give the girl some space. 

“I like you, Nicky.”

“You’d better, miss Jaida.”

A breeze flows through the balcony, and Nicky shivers.

“Do you wanna go inside?” Jaida suggests. “It’s getting chilly.”

–

“So, how do you know Widow?” Jaida asks once the girls are seated on her bed. There’s a blanket strewn across Nicky’s lap, and Jaida tries not to think about the subtext of a pretty girl in her bed. She tries to. But Nicky looks sort of at home in it, and Jaida’s heart melts a bit at the sight.

“Do you really want to talk about our friend?” Nicky asks her, voice laced with a dangerous faux-innocence. “Because I don’t think you brought me up to your room for small talk, yes?”

Jaida’s breath catches. She feels lightheaded all of a sudden, a thrill running through her veins. The tables have turned, once again.

“Chile, and you said I was bold.”

Nicky makes an impatient sound, so Jaida scoots forward, her lips smashing into Nicky’s. Nicky’s hand tangles into her hair, tugging. The pair topple downwards, Nicky’s back hitting the mattress with a thump. 

Their foreheads bump, hard, and Jaida rolls off of her position on top of Nicky. They hold each other’s gaze for a few still seconds, Nicky’s tongue swiping at her bottom lip, before they dissolve into laughter.

“Merde, that hurt.” Nicky smooths her hair down with her fingers, still smiling.

“What’d you call me?”

“No, merde. It’s French for shit.”

“Oh, right, sorry.”

“Don’t apologise! I’m happy to translate,” Nicky says, grabbing Jaida’s hand. She shifts closer to the other girl, and Jaida shivers at the feeling of the warmth of her skin.

“Maybe you could teach me French sometime,” Jaida tries.

“Mhmm, sure,” Nicky says. Her eyes sparkle. “I could teach you to french for now though!”

Jaida can’t help the splutter that escapes her. “I hate you already, oh my god!”

“Is that a yes?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Jaida tugs Nicky even closer to her. 

She’s practically in Nicky’s lap at this point, and she sighs happily when their lips meet. Nicky kisses softly, a reflection of her personality. Jaida’s made out with many girls before, but this is different. Nicky is gentler with her. The kiss is all-consuming but dreamy at the same time, and Jaida’s happy to stay in the spicy-sweet cloud of Nicky’s perfume.

They part, and Jaida gives her head a light shake, trying to come back to reality. Nicky giggles at her. 

“You have-” She gestures to the corner of her mouth. “-lipstick there.”

Jaida swipes around her mouth. “Did I get it?”

“Uh-uh,” Nicky says, with a shake of her pretty little head. She uses her thumb to swipe, showing Jaida proudly when her thumb comes back with a streak of brown lipstick. Jaida stills at the tenderness of the gesture, holding her breath.

“Got it.”

“Merci,” Jaida says. Part of her cringes and dies as soon as the french passes her lips, but Nicky actually seems amused.

“Slow down, girl! French is my gig.”

“What can I say, I’m a woman of many talents.”

The atmosphere around them feels gentler now, a stark contrast to the charged tension they had earlier in the night. Jaida figures it’s the effects of the vodka in her system winding down, making her feel hazy.

“So, Jaida,” Nicky starts. “I don’t know much about you except that it’s your birthday and you’re Widow’s friend too.”

“And I’m a good kisser,” Jaida interjects.

“And you’re a good kisser.” Nicky laughs, agreeing.

“Well, chile, let’s see. I’m an only child, I’m captain of the basketball team. I’ve done pageants since I was little.”

The last fact peaks Nicky’s interest, and she leans closer, hair brushing Jaida’s shoulder.

“Pageants? Like, with the crowns and everything?”

“Yeah! They’re big around here.”

Jaida learns that Nicky is a model back in Paris. That explains the looks, and the cheekbones. From what Jaida gathers, she’s quite a famous one. Nicky is trying to be as modest as possible, waving her away when she asks if Nicky’s been in anything she would recognize, but Jaida gets the feeling that the girl is downplaying her success.

She and Nicky bond over their love for fashion, Nicky practically vibrating with excitement when she learns that Jaida designs and sews for fun. She promises to show the Parisian some of her designs sometime.

Nicky plucks at a loose string on the blanket in her lap, biting her lip.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide to transfer here?” Jaida asks.

“Change of scenery,” Nicky says. “Everything got very intense back home, and I wanted to take a break. Figure out where I want to take my career for a bit instead of jumping into things.”

Jaida nods in understanding. “Yeah, I can see how that can be overwhelming.”

Another beat of silence builds between them, but it’s the comfortable kind, and she’s more than happy to just sit in Nicky’s presence.

Jaida’s eyelids suddenly feel a bit heavy, and she tries to stifle a yawn. 

Nicky catches it anyways, eyes widening. “Oh, it’s late! I should let you rest.”

Jaida tries to protest, but her argument is interrupted by another yawn. 

“You can stay over?” She suggests instead.

Nicky hesitates, but then Jaida pouts. The sight is too cute for her to deny, her heart swelling. 

“Do you have a guest room?”

“A guest room? You were all cocky before, where’d that go?” Jaida teases. It’s cute how considerate Nicky is. 

Nicky wrinkles up her nose, frowning playfully. “I was being polite!”

“And it was sweet,” Jaida assures her. “But you can stay here. The bed’s more than big enough for two. I’ll get you something to wear.”

Nicky nods, and Jaida leaves to rummage through her closet. 

Now that she’s alone, the blonde takes in her surroundings. 

Jaida’s room has plaques and trophies displayed all around, no doubt from basketball, and there are rolled-up sashes piled up on her shelves. The sheer volume of them should be shocking, but then Nicky remembers Jaida’s dark lashes brushing her temples, and sharp jawline pressing into her cheek, and it all makes sense.

The fact that Jaida’s a pageant girl doesn’t surprise Nicky too much, actually, now that she’s thinking about it. The way the girl carries herself is enough proof: her regal posture, the way she commands attention with her quiet confidence and poise. 

She’s pretty, too. Striking. Statuesque. Nicky feels a rush of pride at the thought. Even outside of France, she can’t help but attract beauty all around her.

“I hope this is okay?” Jaida comes back, tossing the other girl a large t-shirt.

Nicky hums a sound of approval, unbuckling her belt and tossing her skirt to the side. Jaida’s brain seems to shut off at the sight, all the blood rushing to her head. Her skin feels too hot all of a sudden. 

Nicky’s skin is tanned, and it looks soft. Her torso is toned, and Jaida fights with herself, trying not to trail her eyes down even lower. Jaida’s eyes fall to the her collarbones, and then to the swell of her breasts. Her palms prickle at the sight of the lace fabric of Nicky’s bra resting against her skin.

“Enjoying the show?” Nicky asks, a sultry lilt taking over her words. Her accent is even more pronounced than earlier in the night, and it sends a jolt up Jaida’s spine.

“I- uh,” Jaida stammers. She opens her mouth and closes it, unable to come up with some kind of explanation to why she’s staring so intently. “Um.”

“In modelling, you kind of assume everyone will see you naked at some point,” Nicky says. Her words are distracted, like she’s just trying to fill the space between them.

Jaida tears her eyes away from the girl’s figure, fumbling for her own change of clothes. She knows her self-control isn’t strong enough for her to resist the urge to pull Nicky on top of her if she keeps staring. “Right.”

“Bored with me already?” Nicky’s lips twitch like she’s trying to hide a smile.

“Are you always this full of yourself?” Jaida huffs.

“Only when pretty girls can’t take their eyes off me.”

“I’ve only known you for two hours and I already know you’re going to be a pain in the ass.”

“You’re the one that riled me up just to get tired.” Nicky accuses.

“Get used to it.”

“Jaida! I’m trying to flirt!”

“I know, bitch,” Jaida says. “But I’m tryna sleep, so.”

Nick just grins. “You’re cute when you get annoyed.”

–

Jaida wakes up to an arm thrown across her throat, and a leg slung across her torso. 

Nicky is snoring lightly, and Jaida giggles at the sound before she remembers she has to be quiet and not wake the other girl. Jaida might have found her snores cute, if not for the way she’s finding it harder and harder to breathe from the weight of Nicky’s arm on her windpipe. 

She tries to lift the girl’s arm, to no avail. Nicky’s dead weight, and Jaida’s awkwardly shoved under her, the twisted position making it hard for her to move at all. She tries to wiggle her way out of Nicky’s grip, but that approach isn’t successful either. 

How is such a tiny girl so hard to move?

Her elbow thuds against Nicky’s ribcage and the girl stirs slightly. Jaida holds her breath, but Nicky still seems to be sleeping. 

After a bit of maneuvering, Jaida manages to get out of Nicky’s koala grip and breathes a sigh of relief. Her lungs fill with sweet, sweet air. There was a second there when she really thought she was going to suffocate. Note to self: Nicky is an aggressive sleeper.

A ringing sound startles her, and Jaida tries to locate where it’s coming from. She checks the bedside table, but her phone isn’t there. A bit of searching leads her to under the bed. It must have fallen while she was sleeping. She presses the power button, and the screen lights up.

14 unread texts

1 missed call from: Widow

Jaida groans audibly, realising that she completely forgot to tell Widow where she went off to last night. Hopefully, she didn’t notice that both Nicky and Jaida were gone, and Jaida doesn’t have to sit through an interrogation. Jaida reads the texts first.

Spiderbitch : I’m watching y’all talk from over here

 oooh girl a lip bite? get it miss hall!

Well, there goes her fantasy of anonymity.

Spiderbitch : Y’ALL GOING UPSTAIRS????

i’m so proud

this is such an emotional moment

Of course Widow would be enabling this behaviour.

Spiderbitch : get that french dick

or v my bad. whatever it is for girls, yk what i mean

y’all better bump clits i stg

Jaida makes a disgusted noise at that last one. Leave it up to Widow to choose the grossest way to describe hooking up.

Spiderbitch : y’all haven’t come down yet so i’mma jus cut the cake

u getting dessert rn anyways so,,,

i saved u 2 slices b, they’re in the fridge

u can share w frenchie

Jaida : omg we didn’t fuck u nasty

ty for the cake

She locks her phone, counting down. Widow’s going to call her in three, two, and… one. As if on cue, her phone rings again.

“Bitch! What do you mean y’all didn’t do it?” Widow all but yells into her ear.

“I mean we didn’t bone,” Jaida hisses. She makes her way over to her balcony to avoid disturbing Nicky. “And lower your voice, she’s sleeping.”

“Wait, y’all are still together? You slept in the same bed and didn’t fuck?” Widow cackles. “Who are you and what’ve you done with Jaida?”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Jaida laughs. “I like her, and I’m not trying to ruin it for a one-night thing.”

“I like me too,” Nicky’s voice calls out. Jaida whips around, eyes landing on the now-familiar shock of blonde hair. Nicky waves at her lazily. “Morning.”

“Is that her right now?” Widow shrieks. 

Jaida jerks her phone away from her ear. “How the fuck did you hear that through the phone, you freak? I’m putting you on speaker before I burst an eardrum.”

“Bonjour!” Nicky sings. How the hell does she have that much energy so early in the morning?

“Morning, Nicky,” Widow responds. “So are y’all going to go on an actual date now?”

“Widow-” Jaida protests, right as Nicky starts to say yes.

“So which is it?”

“You’re lucky I love you.” Jaida rolls her eyes. “If I say yes will you leave us alone?”

“Possibly,” Widow sounds smug.

“Yes,” Nicky interrupts, clearly impatient. “We will. I like her.”

Jaida blushes at that, despite herself. 

“Jaida, you owe me lunch.”

“You bet lunch on me?” Nicky says, sounding offended. “I’m worth dinner at least!”

Widow cackles. “I knew I liked you, Frenchie. Don’t forget the cake. Be safe! Use condoms!”

She hangs up. Jaida glares at her screen in disbelief, before shooting a glance at Nicky. “That bitch-”

Nicky just laughs. “I heard something about cake?”

[stillmumu]

New Halldoll oneshot up! It's Jaida's 19th birthday party, and Widow brings her a present in the form of Nicolette Doll.

Tysm to @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney for being an amaze beta!<3

[kiwibongos]

love how after ibuki's performance at fuyuhikos recovery party everyone was like panicking and bawling and throwing up, shocked and chilled by what they just heard, meanwhile i imagine fuyuhiko is just like. grinning like omg.. for me? :))

[yellowraincoat]

The fact that Cassandra Clare wrote all of her series out of chronological timeline order means that you start in the 1890s and WOW everyone is so GAY. Shadowhunter society embraces their bisexual warlocks, and their lesbian daughters and bisexual and gay sons (except for the bridgestocks). Isn’t lovely how this sheltered society outside of the mundane world rejects petty prejudices? Also, Magnus the warlock is a super well put together man who plays mentor and uncle for young shadow hunters despite looking 25

Then you zoom forward to 2007 and somehow the clave has become… significantly more? homophobic??? To the point where it’s dangerous to come out. And on top of that, uncle/mentor magnus is going through a midlife crisis, has regressed several hundred years in maturity, and decides to date an 18 year old baby gay for some reason.

Then in 2014 the conservative cult that is the clave is analyzed for what it is and the majority of shadow hunters break away from it bc it’s that homophobic, transphobic, and unwilling to recognize modern medicine or mental health diagnoses. Oh and magnus is back to being shadowhunter mentor/dad/uncle

[jonquilspool]

daemon and aegon ii have very similar attitudes and beliefs the only difference in outcome is aegon was primarily raised by an overbearing mother trapped in the feudal dystopia that is being female in westeros while daemon was primarily raised by a distant father trapped in the feudal incestual dystopia that was the targaryens under jaehaerys. in this i will--

[cigfigsfan]

party 4 u by charli xcx is a griddlehark song. do you see the vision.

[sysig]

A hero is only as good as his weapons, so make ‘em count (Patreon)

[fatherentropy]

games where healing kills undead are the best

tfw your squishy healer that does shit damage suddenly becomes beast

[carefulfears]

There are a few fics where Jackson knows Scully is pregnant even before meeting his parents and when he shows up at their home and they tell him he’s like « I know 😏 »

yeah they do this in my favorite jackson fic where he knows it’s a girl before they do :( pros of your kid being psychic

[theriverdalereviewer]

everyone jumping to team kamala we will never experience true freedom in this country

[glittergroovy]

party 4 u - charli xcx

[stillmumu]

For Don't think it's easy (obvs) I wanna ask 15 (what did you learn from writing this?) and also 2, but specifically if you remember the very first scene/dialogue/outfit that popped into your brain and then spiralled into the multichap. And same for the party halldoll fic!

15: DTIE-wise, definitely that i was capable of writing a multichap! i'd thought that i couldn't commit to an entire universe, that i'd get bored or abandon ship. but 11 chapters later here we are, and i'm still just as excited about every new scene and development, even though the output isn't weekly anymore skdjsk

party was my first try at more intense, not-quite-smut chemistry. i learned that i really liked writing sexual tension, and playing w those dynamics

2: What scene did you first put down?

DTIE- ok this was freaky bc it went VERY chronologically. the first image i got was of anetra looking out the window at a swarm of paparazzi, with this sort of foreboding feeling. and that's literally the opening scene of ch1.

party- it was a feeling. the plastic solo cup in jaida's hand, and when she hands it to nicky, the way her hand feels really empty all of a sudden. i was like OH this is such a rom-com, i'm obsessed

[sweet-milky-tea705]

Yearning hour. Honestly the gale situation has me feeling really really angsty.

[frayedcircus]

doodling in a whiteboard with some friends and accidentally created the sloppiest most pathetic wet cat of a man you’ve ever seen. i hate him so much i hope he dissolves.

we named him cohan rivers bc it’s an awful name<333

(he secretly has weezer blue eyes)

thank you to @pearonpizza @yellowfrog456 @unofficial-trader-joes and @barrkcaat for helping create this horrible guy.

[shannonsketches]

bruh I don't think people realize that in the dbz manga Vegeta is not combative with Bulma except for one (1) time and she ends up being so right about the situation that he just shuts the fuck up for the rest of the series akljdls