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🐦 (i have been eating up all the little quinn & sarah crumbs today so naturally i had to chime in with an emoji)

🐦 a romantic quote (can be sweet or sad or sexy, or just your favorite interaction between them!)

“Maybe I’ll have to corner you under the mistletoe,” he teased.

“I thought you hated mistletoe,” she said, rolling her eyes. He'd been mildly horrified when he found she'd hung a sprig of it in the doorway between the front hall and the living room.

“I don’t know that I’d hate it with you,” he said, voice soft as he caressed her hips again. “I hated when people would try to corral me under it with some girl they wanted me to date,” he explained. “If it means I get to kiss you, I’m going to take advantage every time I can.”

The very reality that this was his life dawned on him as she giggled. He was so struck by her. By her being here. His life from a year ago had been turned totally upside down. All in good ways, but it was still startling to glance back at how lonely he was last Christmas in comparison to the joy, love, and contentment he felt this year.

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First Line Challenge

Thanks for the tag @misshoneyimhome 😘

Rules: post the first line of your WIP, the first line you worked on today, or any other “first line!”

No pressure tags: @drewsbuzzcut @mikkomacko @hhughes @kochetkovxo @tkwrites

TW: hitting, family issues

"The first time David can remember getting smacked by his older brother, Tommy, was at their hometown grocery store."

Apologies in advance y'all.

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🦜 for the wip game please

And🦉 if it's not too much to ask?

🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

Flopping into the couch, he pulled out his phone and called the only person he thought could help. It was too late to be calling. Nearly two in the morning where they were, but she answered anyway. 

“Hello?” her voice was slightly slurred with sleep. 

“Hey mom.” 

“Quinn? what’s wrong?” Ellen asked, sitting up

“I think I fucked it,” he said, emotion flooding his voice at the sound of hers. 

“What are you talking about?” she hadn’t had this kind of a call from any of her boys in a long time. She reached over to flip on the bedside lamp. Her mind was fuzzy with sleep, but she dusted away the cobwebs and got herself ready to listen. 

🦉 a clever quote (something you're proud of!)

“You baked,” he moaned upon walking Into the kitchen. Not only did it smell like caramelized sugar and chocolate, he could see the cookies looking perfect and mouth watering on the kitchen island. 

“Don't go too crazy, I'm already worried about your liver.”

“I'm drinking lots of water, mom,” he teased. 

“Don't get mad at me for wanting you to be alive longer,” she said, poking him in the chest, “You’re the one that’s going from no alcohol and no sweets to the exact opposite overnight.”

“I'm not mad,” he corrected, a little hurt she would think that. One of her famous chocolate chip cookies on each hand, he moved closer to her. “I think it's sweet.”

“And don't call me mom, please,” she said, elongating the last word into a whine. “I have a whole list of things I want to do to you where I need neither of us to be thinking about your mother.” 

His eyes perked to hers and he quirked his eyebrows suggestively. “Really?” he asked around the cookie he'd shoved in his mouth.

“Really. Finish your cookies and I’ll show you,” she said, sauntering off to the bedroom. 

He grabbed another before scrambling after her. 

She arched an eyebrow at the third cookie. Half of the second was already in his mouth. “It’s for after,” he said through a mouthful of crumbs, setting the whole one on the bedside table.

“You cannot eat that in bed,” she said, pointing at his chest even as she laughed.  

He pouted. 

“You’ll get crumbs all over the sheets!” 

Considering, he ate the second half of the second cookie and wondered why it would matter. If he had his way, they’d need to change the sheets anyway. 

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🦚 a sexy quote (spicy, outright nsfw, etc--if you're not comfortable with this one specify in the tags!)

“Holy shit,” she breathed. 

“You’re so hot,” he praised.

She lifted her head, a mischievous little smirk on her face, “you’re not so weirded out now?” 

“I wasn’t weirded out,” he defended, “I’d just never thought about it.” 

“And now?” she asked, eyebrows raising. 

“Now, I think you need to use the other thigh. Get the matching set.”

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🦅 an angsty quote (something PAINFUL!! ouch ouch ouch!)

“Sarah,” he tried one last time, voice suddenly thick with unshed tears. “I'm so sorry. I know you were counting on me, and I let you down. I promise I'll be better. Please let me in.”

Sarah stood on the other side of the door, a hand over her mouth to stifle her crying. She wanted to let him in but needed to stand her ground. They’d talked about this, and still, as soon as the next bad game happened – which wasn’t his fault at all – he was bringing it home with him. Their talks obviously weren’t working, and like a disobedient child, he needed to be put in time out for a while to think about what he’d done, even if it broke her heart too. 

Hands slipping from the door, Quinn stood there, leaned into it for a minute more until he heard Sarah’s soft footsteps retreat toward the bed. 

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Ohh I love these! Decided to limit myself to 4 because, well, you just KNOW I wanted to send in an ask with all of them 😆🙌😍

🐦‍⬛ a great quote of dialogue (maybe you're proud of how in-character it is, or how sharp the back and forth!)

“We talk a lot about body shaming, too.” Sarah said. “I’ve stopped reading things people post about me. They just make me sad and angry.” 

“People post stuff about you?” 

“Yeah, women mostly,” she said, shaking her head. “Comparison and that shit, you know?” 

Jack sighed, nodding. 

“I think there’s this…” she paused, trying to find the right words, “ownership people feel over Quinn - and I’m sure you - since he’s an athlete and more in the public eye. Like they know what’s best for him. I know, ultimately, it’s coming from a place of love and admiration, but it’s disheartening when they’re turning it on me, you know. It’s like they can’t see the humanity in either of us.”

🐧 a funny quote (silly! laughs! jokes! puns!)

“Trevor, I really like you, but my social cup is seven eights full and you won’t stop talking. I’m going to sit by myself. Do not follow me.” 

The group laughed.

Sarah knew they thought she was joking, but she felt a little like she was about to fall over from social exhaustion.

As she made good on her promise and walked to the dock, silence fell.

Sitting, she dipped her feet in the cool water. Eventually, she lay back, looking up at the sky. There was too much light pollution to see the stars like they had at the New Hampshire house, but she could see a few, and some of the tension left her body upon seeing the big dipper and using it to find its littler counterpart. 

Someone walked down the dock. She was pretty certain it was Quinn, so she didn’t look over. “You better be prepared to be silent if you plan on staying here.” 

He chuckled as he lowered himself to the dock next to her. “That’s fine,” he said, mirroring her posture. “I’m always happy to get away from Zegras.” 

“We both know that’s a lie,” she chided. 

He found her hand and laced their fingers together. “I thought we were supposed to be silent.” 

🦤 a quote you had to delete :( (but still wanna share!)

“Yes,” his head tipped back, resting against the red wallpaper. Just the sound of her voice was enough to get him worked up. “Fuck, that picture was…” he didn’t have the words in any of the three languages he spoke. 

This was originally in It Doesn't Matter Part III, but I decided it needed to be cut. In the end, their phone call needed to be more sweet than sexy.

🐤 a mystery quote (take out the context, even censor the names if you want! let em guess!)

Reprieve finally came on Sunday afternoon. He was out with some of his teammates, and she was blissfully alone. 

She relished the time to reset and recharge. She baked and made herself a fancy salad for lunch. She read and watched some trash reality TV. She took a nap. 

Upon waking, she was feeling more rested than she had in days. But she missed him. She wanted to congratulate him with more than a quick blow job and a round of sex where she didn't have to bite her tongue because his family was in the house. 

So, for the first time since the celebrating began, she pulled out her phone.

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🦩dealer's choice (choose any quote at all! or the summary / ao3 tags thing! whatever! wild card!)

Her phone snapped onto the bluetooth and before she could turn it off, the audiobook began, right where it had left off. 

“Addie James, will you do me the honor of letting me make you come tonight?” 

Caught half way between laughter and shock, Quinn snorted the water he was drinking. 

Sarah laughed too, but she smacked the radio power button, silencing the book before anything else could be said. 

As soon as he managed to cough the water out of his throat, Quinn asked, “what was that?” 

Cheeks blazing, a hand fluttered up to cover her eyes. 

“Was that a book?” 

She nodded, “Eunice recommended it.”

“Do women like that kind of thing?” he asked, humor still in his voice. “Should I be asking you if I can have the honor of making you come?” 

Her embarrassment gave way and she laughed, full bellied and loud. 

He smiled at the sound. 

“No. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

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🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)

"Do you want kids to come?”

“If they do, we’ll need to host it somewhere else. Our house isn’t really kid proofed.” 

When he didn’t respond, she glanced up only to find him looking at her with a goofy smile on his face. 

“What?”

“You said our house.”

“Hu?” 

“You said our house,” he repeated. “Before you’ve always said your house,” he pointed to himself, “or the house.” 

“Oh.” 

Slipping his arms around her waist, he pulled her a little tighter against him. “I’m just glad you’re feeling more at home.”

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🦚 a sexy quote (spicy, outright nsfw, etc)

“So what are you wearing?” he repeated. 

“I haven’t gotten ready for bed yet, so I’m in jeans and my aquarium polo.” 

“And what’s underneath?” 

“My blue bra.”

“The one you wore that night I —” 

“The night you first saw my tattoo?” she supplied, “yeah.”

He was going to say the first time he made her dinner, but same thing. “I love that bra,” he groaned. 

Trying to stifle a giggle, she flicked open the button of her jeans to remind herself what underwear she’d put on that morning. Her laundry pile was long overdo, so all her more comfortable undies were waiting to be washed. She could feel the lace, and knew they were too damn small to be wearing with jeans, but couldn’t remember the color. 

“And,” she paused for a bit of dramatic effect, “a white lace thong.”

“Are you fucking with me?” 

“Nope,” she said, leaving out the part about laundry day. No need to ruin the fantasy. 

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Some fic ideas…. Luke or Jack going to Sarah for advice about a girl. Maybe it finally bridges the gap between Jack and Sarah? #2: more Ellen and Sarah girl time! I loved their talks while they got pedis! #3: Jim and Sarah bonding over the loss of parents. Jim filling some sort of fatherly void in Sarah’s life. I know she’s too old for a father-daughter dance, but something of that vibe.

I can’t wait to continue watching Quinn and Sarah’s story progress!

Thank you so much for these suggestions, Lovely! #2 and #3 are coming soon in the family reunion! I hope you love them!

The Family Reunion Snapshot will be posted in 12 hours at 5pm mst!

#1 will be coming later in Hawaii!

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I’ve been loving all the snippets recently, especially the ones that have shown a little angst which you’ve been teasing recently. Do you have an idea of when that will be out? No rush! I’m just so excited! <3

Hi my lovely,

I'm working on a few pieces that have upcoming deadlines, but as soon as those are done, this angsty one will be my main focus. I have several long flights ahead of me in the next few days and I plan to do a lot of writing on those. I don't know that I can say when, exactly it will be published, but I'm shooting for before Christmas.

Angsty snippets here and here.

Quinn & Sarah Snapshots Masterlist

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Not sure if you’re still up for wip game but if you are… 🦆??

I know it’s on the wip list but do you have anything written for when Quinn meets Walter for the first time that you’re willing to share? If not no biggie but I’m excited for that one!!!!

Thank you so much, Daisy!

I'm also really excited for Quinn to meet Walter, but this is actually one of the pieces on that list I haven't started. It's on there because I know it will happen, I'm just not totally sure when.

WIP List

Snapshots Masterlist

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🦃 a big, meaty quote (JUST A BIG OL PARAGRAPH YOU WANNA SHARE)

The following Monday, Eunice texted her a photo. Someone had somehow taken a screenshot of one of her more recent Instagram posts. It was the selfie she took when she and Quinn were walking along the sea wall. That evening, golden hour had come on strong, bathing everything in its flattering glow and she insisted they stop to record it. The photo had turned out so well, she couldn't wait to share it. The caption read: If you’re patient enough to wait for it, this is what happiness looks like. 

Her friends had liked it and fawned over Quinn, calling him handsome. They congratulated her on the new relationship and wanted to know how they met. She was glad to see whoever took the screenshot didn't go into the comments. Not that she'd shared anything more than, he came up to me in the aquarium. She told Beth the whole story and didn't need to tell her college acquaintances she hadn't actually spoken to in years.

She read the comment on the tumblr post. I don’t care what y’all say, I’ve never seen Quinn look so happy. Whoever this girl is, I’m glad he found her. 

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🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

The hiss of his seatbelt retracting brought Sarah out of her daze and she reached for him before he could get out of the car. 

“Thank you,” she said, feeling both a swell of gratitude as well as a tightening in her chest. 

He beamed, glad he’d pulled it off. “I’ve been trying to get here, but you were so busy with the start of the semester, and then I was out of town…” he trailed off. 

“This is really sweet, Quinn.” Holding his chin, she leaned over the center console to press her lips to his.

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Hi, I absolutely LOVE your writing, but speaking of the loss of a parent, I believe that Ellen’s father died a while back. I could be wrong though

Hi my lovely,

Thank you very much!

I wasn't totally sure about Ellen's father, but I kind of figured he'd passed away. That's why I talk about "both his parents had experience with grief he didn’t," in Better.

I've focused on the passing of Jims mother in detail solely because Quinn and Jack have talked about that loss (here), and so I knew some about it.

I'm sure Ellen and Sarah can and will bond over the loss of a parent, but for now, that's something Sarah is sharing with Jim.

Only 5 hours until the family reunion!

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omg the famiyl reunion and all the little cousins immediately loving sarah and her siting on the floor with them just playing and quinn watching with a love sick look

T minus 24 hours! I took my own spin on this request, but I love how it turned out and can't wait for everyone to read it!