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ramblingoak · 5 months

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Shooting His Shot

Terzo x Omega ~ This takes place in the Butt Sparkle Verse along with Copia on ICE! It's the Winter Olympics and Omega gets distracted hearing his favorite ABBA song playing nearby...

This was directly inspired by this amazing work by @ghuleh-recs!

Warnings: a love struck Omega, grumpy older brother Secondo and a Terzo that knows exactly what (and who) he wants, nsfw due to a brief daydream by Omega, 870 words

It was the ABBA blaring over the speakers that got his attention.

There’s probably a joke there about ABBA and being Swedish but whatever. Omega’s heard them all. It helped that “Voulez-Vous” was his favorite song. Well technically his mom’s favorite song but after hearing it so many times as a kid growing up it had wormed its way into his heart. He always thought of dancing around the kitchen with her whenever he heard it. So initially he was just curious why it was being played, although he wasn’t surprised to see it was due to a figure skater.

He was surprised by the skull paint though.

Of course that was only the first thing that caught his eye. His outfit was next, an elaborate costume that was sheer enough to see nipples and dark hair. It had to be borderline regulation and knowing how the officials at the Olympics could be he bet they still bitched about it. The man’s entire body seemed to sparkle as he sped around the rink. Countless spins and jumps being executed at a speed that made even Omega tired.

“Can I help you?”

All the blood in Omega’s body froze at the sound of the voice at his back. Omega would know that voice anywhere. Deep and accented, he had heard it many times in his life and each time it always managed to strike a note of fear into him. You couldn't be a hockey player anywhere without knowing who that voice belonged to. Slowly, like he was a creature trying not to upset a predator, he turned around to face another man in skull paint.

“Secondo. Hey.”

Jesus, great first impression. Secondo raised an eyebrow and impatiently crossed his arms.

“I’m waiting.”

“Uh, I don’t need any help.” He winced at the raised eyebrow that got. “Was just watching.”

“Watching my brother.”

“Yeah. I like this song.” Of course that was when the song stopped and Omega turned to see the man out on the ice striking a pose and breathing heavily.

“Well the song is done so it’s time to go.”

Omega sighed, dragging his eyes from the ice right as the man relaxed and looked his way. He took a few steps towards Secondo before stopping and taking a quick breath.

“It’s Terzo right? Your brother.”

“Sì!” Omega turned back towards the rink and was immediately met with a shining set of eyes, one green and one as white as the ice he was standing on. “It’s Terzo. And what’s your name, bello?”

“He’s leaving, it doesn’t matter.” Secondo brushed past him as he addressed his younger brother. “Get dressed so we can meet Copia and Primo.”

“It’s Omega.” Fuck it, he wouldn’t be a good hockey player if he didn’t know when to shoot his shot. “Nice to meet you.”

He chose to focus on Terzo’s amazing smile rather than Secondo’s glare.

“Omega.” Terzo dragged out the ‘a’ sound far longer than necessary. He had a brief vision in his head of Terzo also doing that while Omega pounded into him and holy fuck he was in so much trouble. “Judging by my fratello’s hostility I’m assuming you play hockey, sì?”

“Yep.” He dared to walk closer to the ice, really not sure where all this bravery was coming from but also knowing it had everything to do with how Terzo was looking at him. “Sweden.”

“Ah, well that’s a pity.” Terzo set his elbows on the short wall around the rink and rested his chin in his hands. “Here I was hoping you were Italian and I’d see you more.”

“You can see me whenever you like.” He hazarded a glance at Secondo and immediately regretted it. The glare enough to tamp down the brief moment of suave bravery he was feeling. “I mean, if you want?”

“Oh I definitely want, in fact why don’t we do lun—“

A burst of Italian from Secondo had Omega flinching and Terzo glaring at his brother. He straightened up from his lean and spat something back at him. The two went back and forth for a moment before Secondo threw his hands up in the air with an irritated shout. He directed one last glare Omega’s way before storming off.

“He ok?”

“Sì, he’s just tense. Lots of pressure. You know how it is.”

Omega nodded because he did know how it was. And with this being the Winter Olympics all that pressure was amplified exponentially. He had no doubt there would be an even larger target on his back if Sweden and Italy met on the ice this year. But with Secondo gone he felt the spark of bravery returning and knew this was as good a chance as he’d get.

“So. Lunch?”

Terzo smirked and started skating backwards along the wall. Omega followed him like a duckling, watching as his muscles moved under his costume.

“Lunch to start with.” Terzo exited the rink, grabbing his blade covers and easily slipping them on. “I’m sure we can find something to do after.”

Omega grinned, ducking his head for a moment to hide his blush. When he looked up Terzo had moved closer and Omega was definitely in trouble here. Talk about love at first sight.

Although the ABBA definitely helped too.

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tkwrites · 5 months

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Better - Quinn Hughes x Sarah (ofc)

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Title: Better

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Sequel to First Fight, Sarah meets Brady and Emma and is thrown into the world of hockey outside the rink. Jack and Luke hear about their relationship in a less than favorable way.

Word Count: 3,000

Comments: I had so much fun writing the last little bit of this. It just flowed out like water. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I have a pretty basic understanding of cephalopods, and I have no idea if people do research like this with octopus, so please take it with a grain of salt.

Let me know what you think and if there’s anything you’d like to see in their little universe!

Better

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

They set up the dinner. Brady and Emma would come to Quinn’s for drinks before they went down the street to De Beppe, Quinn’s favorite Italian place in the city, which happened to be within walking distance of his apartment.

Sarah was in one of the living room club chairs, looking so lovely. When he’d picked her up twenty minutes before, he’d lost his breath for a moment. She was in a dark green dress that sang against her skin, and pulled her eyes to a kind of teal blue. It accentuated her figure, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He was setting things out at the bar, when she stood suddenly. Her low heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked to him. He didn’t try to hide his stare.

“Pour me a shot."

He laughed.

“I’m serious, Quinn. Pour me a shot.”

“I thought you don't like shots.”

She’d been adamant about that at the movie theater when they’d been discussing which drinks to get. She liked something mixed, preferably fruity.

“I don't,” she turned around and began to pace, “I’m just nervous and it’ll take the edge off.”

Quinn walked around the bar and wrapped his arms around her.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said, “Brady and Emma are great.”

“They’re your first friends I’m meeting for real, like not just in passing. You’ve already met my roommates.” Her roommates weren’t really on the same par as Quinn’s childhood best friend, but they were the closest she had in the city.

He hummed in agreement. “It’s going to be fine.”

After fighting and making up, many of Quinn’s fears had been put to bed. He still wanted their opinion, but he felt more comfortable in his own decision now. She had pointed out something he did wrong without name calling, or tearing him down, and had taken responsibility - though she hadn't done much wrong - for her part in the argument. It was something June had never done.

He ran his hand up and down her back trying to soothe her. The soft feel of her dress had him thinking about taking it off again.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” he said, “did I tell you that?”

“You did,” she said, smiling.

He smelled especially good. It was possible that he smelled exactly the same as usual and her nerves were just heightening her senses.

Before he could follow through with kissing her, his phone trilled in his pocket.

She started and then laughed at herself.

He let them up and Sarah tugged at her dress before smoothing it over her hips. Internally, his knees buckled.

The elevator dinged and Quinn opened the door.

A very tall man walked in with a big smile and a big voice, “Quinner!”

They hugged fiercely. She could tell they were best friends even if she hadn't known. It was sweet to watch their reunion.

A very pretty blonde stepped around them and walked to Sarah with a kind smile. “Hi, I'm Emma.”

“Sarah,” she said, not sure if they should hug, or shake hands. She wished there was something between the two.

“You must be Sarah,” Brady said, practically bounding over to her.

She wondered how such a loud, happy, golden retriever of a man could be best friends with Quinn, who was happy, but quiet about it.

“Can I hug you?” he asked, “we're huggers.”

Laughing, she nodded and hugged him before embracing Emma.

Leaving the girls to talk in the living room, Brady followed Quinn to the bar. “Dude,” he said quietly.

Quinn felt himself smile.

“Where did you even find her?” He knew the answer, of course. They'd talked for more than an hour the day before and Quinn had given him the lowdown on what had happened in their relationship thus far.

“I know,” Quinn said.

“Y’know,” Brady said, glancing over at her, “she looks a little like Jameson Grady.”

Jameson was the it girl Quinn had pined for in high school. Brady had seen all of those years and liked to bring them up frequently.

“Yeah, I guess she does, a bit,” he agreed. He hadn’t noticed before, but they both had dark hair, light eyes and full hips. Sarah, however, was much kinder than Jameson had ever been. He couldn’t imagine a world where Sarah would laugh in someone's face if they asked her out.

“Brady told me you work at the aquarium?” Emma asked as they looked over the harbor skyline.

“Yeah, I do research with one of the octopus there for my masters program.” Sarah said, “what do you do?”

“Charity work, mostly,” she said with a big smile. “It’s difficult to have a consistent job with Brady’s schedule.”

Sarah nodded, worry edging into her mind. Was she expected to give up her work for Quinn? Was that the good WAG thing to do?

The boys came over then, Quinn with a rum cranberry for her. She couldn’t remember telling him it was her favorite drink. Maybe she’d rambled it at the bar on their first date. She was touched, he remembered.

They talked for a while before their dinner reservation. The conversation soon devolved into Brady telling embarrassing stories about a fifteen year old Quinn living on his own for the first time while Quinn blushed and looked chagrined.

“And then, before we knew it, there was butter all over the kitchen,” Brady said, making a huge exploding gesture with his arms.

“In my defense,” Quinn said, holding up his hands, “I didn’t know I was supposed to unwrap it before.”

Sarah giggled, but wondered how she would have survived moving away from home at fifteen. She barely handled the three hour move to college when she was eighteen.

Walking to the restaurant in the cool spring mist, Quinn held Sarah’s hand and tried not to think about who might be watching them on the street. Being so obviously on a double date, he didn’t want to set the fangirls ablaze trying to figure out who Sarah was. June had such an online presence before they were together that fans had instantly glommed onto her. June had welcomed the new followers.

Sarah was far more private - he’d had to request to follow her on Instagram - and he didn’t want to throw her into something she didn’t want.

They were seated at a table in the back corner of the restaurant. A few people watched them sit down, but true to Brady’s prediction, no one stopped them on their walk in.

They ordered a bottle of wine and appetizers and settled in for a long evening meal.

“Is it just me, or are those people staring at us?” Sarah asked Emma over her wine glass.

Emma glanced over. “They are,” she said, matter of factly.

“Why?”

“They’re probably trying to figure out if Quinn is actually Quinn,” she said.

“It’s so weird,” Sarah said, “I never would have guessed he would be considered famous.”

Emma leveled a look at her that instantly made Sarah giggle, “He plays for a Canadian hockey team. It’s like religion up here.”

“Do you think they’ll come over?” she asked.

“Probably not. Most fans are pretty respectful. Every once in a while, someone will stop us on the street, but hardly ever in a restaurant. The hardest thing to get used to is the staring while people are trying to figure out if it's actually them.”

“So, Sarah,” Brady cut in once Emma was done speaking, “tell us about your research.”

“Oh,” she paused to take a sip of wine. “I’m studying cephalopod social dynamics, specifically in octopus. Even though Octopus don’t live in clusters, they’re the smartest of their genus, so they’re a little easier to study as they’re not so baseline limbic.”

Brady stared at her. He’d always known Quinn was attracted to someone’s mind as well as their looks, but this was wild. She got this bright twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, and even though he had no idea what she was saying, he wanted to know more.

“Can you say again in layman's terms?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, flushing a pretty shade of pink, “I get into research mode sometimes, and talk like I’m presenting at a conference. Basically, I study how octopus relate to things in their environment, including other octopus, fish and even me. Walter and I have formed a kind of friendship and I study how he reacts when I change something like my hair, or wear different perfume, or come into the research lab sad.”

“He can tell all those things?”

“Yeah. Octopus are extremely smart and aware of their surroundings. There are a few really interesting documentaries about people who live with or visit octopus for years and the bonds they form. Other cephalopods aren’t so aware, so they’re not as exciting to study.”

The way Quinn looked at her while she talked spoke volumes to Brady. It was too soon for them to throw the word around, but love was on the horizon.

“How does he tell you’re sad?” Emma asked.

“Well, there are visual cues of course, but that’s one of the things I’m researching now. Octopus experience most of their world through their suction cups. They have nerves and taste buds in every one that are much more advanced than our own, so I’m forming a hypothesis asking if he can sense my mood via hormones on my skin. I’m also recording how he reacts generally. He tends to be more subdued when I am, and I’m not sure if he’s mirroring me, or trying to comfort me in some way.”

“How do you even study that?” Brady asked.

“Observation, mostly,” she said. “I’ve noticed that if I come into the lab happy, especially if I’m singing or if I say hello to him in an excited way, he races in his tank to greet me.”

“That is so cool,” Emma said, “I had no idea they were so intelligent.”

“I want to go through the aquarium with you so you can tell us about everything in there,” Brady said.

Sarah laughed, “ I don’t know about that. I know a lot of useless information about the ocean.”

Brady glanced at Emma and they shared a private little conversation with their eyes. He was beaming when he looked at Quinn.

“So, what do you do outside of hockey?”

“Can we go for gelato?” Emma asked when they left the restaurant. “I saw a place on the way here.”

They agreed and started down the street. Brady hung back to walk with Sarah. Quinn took the hint and caught up with Emma.

Sarah took a deep breath. She’d yet to have a one on one conversation with Brady. It was clear Quinn loved him a lot, and she wanted to make a good impression. Sated with good wine, an amazing meal and good conversation, she felt more comfortable than she had at the beginning of the night. She was instantly glad Brady waited until now to talk to her.

“So, what do you think?” she asked.

Brady appreciated that she didn’t beat around the bush.

“I mean, I can tell you're better for him than any of his past girlfriends,” Brady said as they walked.

“Really?” she asked. She hadn’t expected him to be so forthcoming right off the bat.

“Oh yeah. You're way more steady than June.”

“Who's June?”

Brady gulped. He probably shouldn't be the one revealing Quinn's dating history, but he liked Sarah, and he liked who Quinn was with Sarah.

“His most recent girlfriend. They were on and off for like a year and a half. He called it off for good at the beginning of the season. She was a pretty standard NHL girlfriend: model, blonde,” he said.

"Standard?" her eyes flew wide as Sarah tried to talk herself down from the self doubt pouring into her system by the gallon. She couldn't be farther from a blonde model.

Brady picked up on her distress right away, “oh I didn't mean…” he trailed off. “Shit, Sarah, I didn't mean anything by that. Just that she was kind of a blank slate. I hated her.”

“You did? Why?”

“I always felt like she was just dating Quinn for clout, to get her name out there, but he couldn’t ever see it. It turned into this whole thing. Emma and I both hated her. She was just so obsessed with herself and how she looked. And Quinn’s not like that, you know? He’d wear the same outfit every day if he could.”

She snorted. Every time she saw Quinn, he was in a variation of three outfits: jeans and a jacket, athletic wear, or a game day suit.

“It was just a bad match, but it took him a while to see that,” Brady said.

Sarah nodded.

“Anyway,” Brady gestured widely. “All I’m saying is that I can tell you’re better for him than June, or any of the girls he dated in high school or college. You get him. And you compliment each other. And you're just nice and easy to talk to. I can tell you make him really happy."

“That's so nice Brady, thank you. He makes me really happy."

The wide grin Brady gave her in response made her feel all warm and mushy inside. It felt like reaching the top of a summit to gain Quinn's friends' trust.

"Have you slept together?" Emma asked.

Quinn shot a look at her, wide eyed and scandalized.

She shoved his shoulder gently, "oh, come on. You know Brady wants to know. He won't ask you, so I said I would."

A laugh lit up his face.

"So have you?"

Cheeks flushing pink, Quinn nodded.

"Was it good?"

He'd wanted to tell someone about it, but sex wasn't really something he ever discussed with his friends.

"So good," he admitted, "like, almost spiritual."

Her eyes widened, "on the first try?"

"Technically the second," he corrected. "The first try was two strokes and done."

She giggled, "don't tell him I told you but Brady was that same way our first time too."

A few days later, Quinn was on the phone with Sarah when Jack called. He ignored it in favor of calling him back when they were done, but he called again right after. “Hey. I have to go,” he said, feeling panic edge into his consciousness, “Jack is calling me a bunch.”

“Okay, I miss you,” she said.

“I miss you, too.”

Quinn answered the facetime call, “what’s wrong? Did something happen?” The last time Jack had called like this, Luke had been hurt.

Jack was glaring into the phone, a perfectly healthy looking Luke sitting next to him on what looked like a hotel room couch. “Fuck yes, something happened.”

“What?”

“I found out from Brady fucking Tkachuk that you have a girlfriend?”

Fuck.

They got together to call him at the same time? He was in some deep shit.

“What the hell, Quinn?” Luke asked.

“When did Brady tell you?” It was the wrong question, but he needed to know.

“We play the Sens tomorrow, and he comes up to me in the practice facility today all, ‘what do you think of Sarah?’ and I was like, ‘who’s Sarah?’ and then he told me that she’s your fucking girlfriend!” Jack yelled.

Luke leaned away from the noise with a wince.

Quinn grimaced. “Technically, she’s not my girlfriend,” he said.

“Bullshit! You didn’t even tell us you were dating someone! I thought we were close, Quinn!”

A heavy sigh moved Quinn's chest, “I just… I wanted to make sure before I told anyone else.”

“Mom knows,” Luke cut in.

Fuck.

“I asked her and she said she knew you were dating someone, but didn’t know it was that serious.”

He’d called her for advice when he found out Sarah’s mom had died. Both his parents had experience with grief he didn’t. It just so happened his mom had picked up first.

“I…” What could he say?

They glared at him through the phone some more.

“I didn’t want to keep it from you,” he said.

“Well, you didn’t tell us!” Luke said.

“I just… since June I wanted Brady to meet her before I told anyone else.”

“Why?”

“Because he was the only one who told me he didn’t like June!”

An awkward blanket of silence settled over all three of them.

“I didn’t want to tell anyone I was seeing someone if it was going to turn into another June.” As he said it, Quinn knew it was an excuse that didn’t really hold up. Sarah was so different from June that he shouldn’t have been comparing them at all. Brady even said so when they talked after their double date. He’d just been scared.

“And is it?” Jack asked.

“No,” he admitted, “she’s really great and I think we could go all the way.” It was the first time he’d dared to say it out loud.

“How long have you been dating?” Luke asked, incredulous.

“Two months.”

“Two fucking months?” Jack repeated, raking a hand into his hair, “Quinn, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up. I won’t keep it from you anymore.”

“You better not,” Jack said, glaring in a slightly softer way. “I want to see a picture of her.”

Quinn pulled one up from their walk three days previous and sent it to Luke. The sun had been setting, and the golden light had been so lovely, she asked to stop and take a selfie.

Luke held up his phone and Jack’s eyes widened. The way Quinn was smiling in that picture told him everything he needed to know.

“She’s pretty,” Luke said.

“Yeah,” Quinn agreed.

Jack was blinking silently in a way that Quinn found unnerving.

Finally he managed to say something, “what does she do?”

“She’s getting her masters in marine zoology at UBC and she does research at the aquarium.”

Jack felt like he’d been struck over the head. Not because Quinn had kept something this important from him, or because Sarah was unlike anyone he would have picked for his brother. He felt dumbfounded by the fact that he knew, in a way he could feel in his bones, everything was about to change.

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