#jadedsunshine

[queenofbaws]

always a sucker for some abi/emma 😁

"Isn't the water sooo pretty today?"

There was a note in Emma's voice that Abi had come to recognize, a mischievous little lilt that told her in no uncertain terms that she was Up To Something (and yes, the capitalization was required), so after quickly jotting her initials down in the boat house's inspection notebook, she glanced her way, and...uh oh.

"Yeeeeah, I gueeess sooo," she began, speaking slowly as she shut the notebook, "too bad it's not a swim day, though."

Emma waved her over to join her on the dock, and, still suspicious, Abi sidled over, only relaxing when she was brought into a tight, tight hug; it was hard not to relax, what with the lake glittering like that and Emma snuggled up to her, tone or no tone.

"Yeah, it's too bad," Emma agreed, smacking a playful kiss to the tip of her nose, "because these clothes are gonna take forever to dry out."

Abi managed all of one syllable ("Wh - ") before Emma went full trust fall, leaning them back until they fell off of the dock and splashed into the water, socks and shoes and all.

[queenofbaws]

Can I make a (very mild) spooky season ficlet suggestion? The Quarry kids are having a Halloween party… Kaitlyn and Emma show up in identical costumes. 😁

"One of us has to change."

Because she prided herself on being the bigger person (not a tough job when you were facing down five-foot-on-her-tip-toes Kaitlyn Ka), Emma took a breath before chuckling, "Wellllllll, unfortunately, it's not going to be me. I picked this costume very carefully - I think we can all agree that, of the two of us, I sorta-kinda best embody the green M&M's bold sexual appeal, sooo..."

"Uh huh," Kaitlyn said, her raised eyebrow and cocked hip making it clear she wasn't amused in the least, "and I think we can all agree that, of the two of us, I'm the most M&M sized, sooo...go change, I know you brought at least three backup outfits."

"Yeah, but - " she began, only to go silent when the bathroom door opened and Dylan stepped out, wearing...oh, for the love of...

"Well, well, well," he drawled before folding his arms over his costume, "I mean, one of us has to change, right?"

[queenofbaws]

Kaitlin’s favorite yellow hoodie goes missing… and go! 💛

"I can't believe you - wait, hold up, pause, why am I saying that? Of course I believe you'd do this," she sighed, setting her hands on her hips before letting her head fall back onto her shoulders, her momentary spike of shock giving way to, what else, a mean case of the snort-laughs. "You're an idiot, you know that, right?"

Jacob had the nerve - the audacity, the gall - to feign insult, pressing a hand to his chest and widening his eyes to really sell the act. "Why, you couldn't possibly be talking about this little old thing," he teased, gesturing to...well, there wasn't a nice way to say it, the hoodie had been cropped on her, so on him it was almost downright obscene, showing the whole stretch of his belly and only barely covering his chest, "I think it shrunk in the laundry."

"I think you shrunk in the laundry," she smirked, smacking him across the arm, "I was looking everywhere for that, Fucky McFucksalot, you could've just texted me and said I put it in the wrong bag, holy crap."

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[queenofbaws]

In honor of yesterday, Kaitlyn & Jacob brotp! 😁

She crashed into him with the force of a freight train, and if this had been any other night - any other night at all - Jacob knew without a shred of doubt in his mind that being tackled that low to his center of gravity would've knocked him over, one hundred percent. But it hadn't been any other night, and he was still tense with unspent adrenaline, so he stood, and he caught her, and when he understood what was happening, hugged her tighter than he'd ever hugged her in his life (which, for the record, turned out to be pretty freaking tight).

Despite the wolf's blood, and the cuts, and the grime, and the pond scum, and the...normal human blood, and the sweat, and the...Christ, everything else, Kaitlyn held onto him for dear life, half-yelling and half-muttering into his chest, "I shouldn't've let you go look for Emma alone, I shouldn't've done that shitty truth or dare crap, Ishouldn't'vetoldyouaboutthefuckingrotorarm!"

"Uh, gee genius, ya think - " he began, only to throw the thought out halfway through, choosing (desperately) instead to try and lighten the mood by joking, "Look at it this way: Next time we sign up to be counselors at some shitty summer camp in the middle of nowhere, we'll have nowhere to go but up."

There was a beat, then two, then Kaitlyn went lax against him, not quite laughing but letting out a hard breath as she played along, saying, "The only way, and I mean the only way I am ever stepping foot in a dump like this again is if you promise I get to be the one who has a summer fling with some super hot chick before getting my heart crushed into itty bitty pieces so I run off and make a bunch of decisions that prove to be really, really terrible for my overall well-being."

"I mean...sounds fair to me," he said, and then despite everything they'd seen and done and been forced to go through that night, they laughed, and laughed, and laughed until they had to sit down to keep from falling over with exhaustion; even then, they didn't let go of each other, not for a second.

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[queenofbaws]

More Kaitlyn and Jacob, please! 😁

"Hey, look, before we venture into the quote-unquote great outdoors and do the whole 80s movie 'bonding with total strangers on a lake in short-shorts' thing..."

Wiping a bead of sweat from her temple, Kaitlyn snickered; she didn't look Jacob's way, not as focused on keeping her duffel bag's crappy zipper closed as she was, but she turned her head a fraction of a fraction of an inch as she teased, "Speak for yourself, beefcake - I didn't pack any short-shorts, so you're gonna be riding thigh-high all by your lonesome, this time around."

"Will you let me finish?! Jesus Christ...look, K, all I'm asking is that you don't do the thing you always do when we meet new people, okay: If I meet some hot chick, and there's even a whiff of a chance that she's into me, don't you swoop in at the last second and make her fall in love with you, all right? I never go stealing the guys you're into!"

"That's cuz you couldn't if you tried," she smirked, and that time she did look over to him, if only to gloat; "Well, maybe you could, I guess...depends on how short those itty-bitty short-shorts of yours are."

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[queenofbaws]

Hope it’s not too late to submit… VOLO! 😏

"That one," Britt said, pointing to the screen, "that's the one you're married to, right?"

Before Queenie could defend herself, before she could argue, before she could so much as form a single word, Unicornaffair nodded, throwing her two cents in: "Oh yeah, gotta be him - everyone knows she goes for the weird ones."

"Halsin," Queenie muttered, sinking deeper and deeper into the couch with each passing moment, the curlicues of the bard's mustache mocking her the more time went on, "I told you guys...I romance...Halsin."

"Yeah, but this one seems more your style," Unicornaffair grinned, waving vaguely towards his whole...deal.

"Wayyyyyyy more your style," Britt agreed, "I bet you're glad we saved him from the goblins now, huh?!"

And Queenie managed to sink deeper into the couch still, her groan playing perfect harmony to her friends' cruel, mocking laughter as, right beside her, they proceeded to describe what her lavish wedding to Volo might look like - after the whole tadpole thing was taken care of, obviously.

[queenofbaws]

For this week, I challenge you with… Edward Cullen & Dracula! 😁

“So here’s what I’m saying,” Queenie said, much as she’d said and said and said for the past twenty minutes or so, her points never getting any clearer or (let’s be honest) more understandable, “I think if we’re talking about a full-blown supernatural romance here, the conversation has to include Renfield.”

Without missing a beat - though very visibly regretting bringing up vampire’s in Queenie’s vicinity - Britt folded her hands on the table and admitted, “I have no idea who or what that is.”

“No,” Mere said, head lowering into her arms (for she knew of Queenie’s obsessions and precisely how deep the vampire vein ran, so to speak), “No, no, no, no, no, you don’t want to kn - ”

“Renfield is Dracula’s righthand man! His servant, his ghoul, if you will - he eats rats and spiders and bugs and shit, it’s fantastic - anyway, if Dracula was able to overlook Edward’s body glitter and hair gel, which I’m not sure he would be able to but we’ll get to that later, I still think Renfield would have to be part of the relationship. But it’s fine because with the three of them together, you could call them a polyghoul - ” she waited for her joke to land, and when it didn’t, her face fell, “- oh come the fuck on, that was objectively hilarious.”

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[queenofbaws]

so, like.......not to brag or anything, but i am SO LUCKY to have the friends that i have. tonight i was supposed to get dinner with @jadedsunshine​, @unicornaffair​, and another one of our good buds, and these fools surprised me by showing up WEARING COLOR-CODED CREPES SHIRTS THAT THEY MADE THEMSELVES (i got one too!!!!!!!!) and...

an actual goddamn CAKE celebrating the fact that i’ve been menacing the fanfiction world since 2007 and posted my 100th fic on ao3 today askdlfjksjdf

did we still go to dinner, all four of us in our rainbow CREPES shirts? yes.

did the restaurant staff ask us if we were in a cult? yeah.

did we say we WERE in a cult? i’ll let you be the judge ;)c