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yeah go little goalie go

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wesbutler:

“Are you alright?” he asked worried as he heard the other curse, clearly he’d hurt them in some way. Wes chuckled at the boy’s obvious flirting. He couldn’t say he wasn’t flattered, no matter how mildly inappropriate it was. “Well you see me now, so what were you going to do if you saw me first?” he raised his eyebrows.

“better now that i saw you,” he said quickly, plastering on another smile for wes. he pushed some of his hair out of his eyes before shrugging. “i don’t know. maybe offer to buy you some coffee?”

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sofiawtfx:

Sofia nodded with this kid. He was adorable, that was for sure. And likely not a kid, but she couldn’t help but think of him that way. “You could get arrested for that,” she confirmed. She didn’t think it happened often, especially not in Old Plains, but it was definitely a possibility. “Sorry dude,” she shook her head, smiling at him. “You’re gonna have to find someone else to kick ass in beer league. Beer’s some disgusting shit. Especially the cheap ass college bar beer.” 

“they won’t arrest me though,” he protested with the smallest frown. “i know a lot of guys in the department, they love me. and i’m cute.” and with a shrug of a shoulder, he dropped that idea to the back of his mind as he suddenly became consumed with convincing her to play in the beer league. “it wasn’t college beer though! it’s the beer league for the town, yeah? like... the fire department has a team, and they’ve intense rivals with the police department, you know? it’s not always beer. but it’s fun. you’d be great.”

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peter-silas:

“Don’t tell me to fuck off, I’m probably the only one looking out for you, Soren,” Peter rolled his eyes and put Soren’s hand around his shoulder. “Do me a favor? What are you exactly trying to prove to me now? How great and powerful you are? I miss the old you. He’s a little better.”

“i didn’t ask you to look out for me! plus, i have other friends. i don’t need you,” he spat before tensing up when peter touched him. he just raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, and scowled. “this is the same me,” he said drily. “i’ve always been the same. maybe you just didn’t pay enough attention like the rest of them.”

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kxtsxan:

“facts, hunty..” she said looking down at her phone, making a face as she went through their snapchat stories, seeing the hang out in three different perspectives, “i’m crossing them out,” she bit her lip, making an ex with her index. “I live for that petty life,” she smiled, “what’re you up to, boo?”

soren nodded along, satisfied with her little x hand motion, trying to glance at the screen to catch a glimpse from the snapchat stories. “please, being petty is the only way to live,” he said with an easy smile. he shrugged though. “the team was gonna meet up for some basketball, but i can cancel. or you could come with?”

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amelicisms:

“or maybe you’re all just big,” she pointed out. his words brought a tumble of laughter to her lips and mia shook her head in amazement. “i must not be,” she mimed solemnity as she shook her head. “i’ll have to make sure i get watered more often. it was a bit of a surprise, just how drunk he was. probably better in the long run that she was taking him to a place that she could keep an eye on him, rather than just dropping him off and hoping for the best. “which is why she doesn’t want it taking up space in the apartment,” she pointed out in a patient tone. he leaned further against her and she nearly buckled, having to adjust her way to continue holding him. “i think your hair is a great length for braiding. maybe i can even make you a daisy chain.”

when she pointed out his size, he stood there for a big, tilting his head as he thought it all over. “huh,” he said. “maybe i am,” and he stepped closer to her to sloppily measure his height against her in bewilderment. “you should be watered better. you sell flowers for a living,” he scolded her, patting on her head as they walked  together through the town to her apartment. “it’s my apartment too,” he sighed. “i deserve to just... have my bag out - yeah?” he glanced towards her, raising an eyebrow when she seemed to shrink yet again and he stepped back, blinking, reaching out to try to steady her even though he was definitely the one who needed it most. he beamed though. “i’d be honored to have a daisy chain,” he said in a soft voice, his hand over his heart.

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deseadas:

               “ i’m acting like your mother because your mother isn’t here and who’s going to watch you? “ deseada said, pinching soren’s cheek. she patted it afterwards, her own victorious expression plastered on her face. normally he would evade her motherly movements, but she was successful that time. “ your soulmark is important, conejito. you shouldn’t be covering it up with mindless tattoos. “

soren just pulled a face when she continued on about watching over him, about being a mother, all that. “okay, i take that back. you don’t sound anything like my mother.” but he ducked his chin to hide his grin when she pinched his cheek and stuck his tongue out at her. the little pet name had him flushing, his eyes quickly going back down to his forearm and all of the tattoos as he shrugged. “it’s not covered,” he protested, “it’s just... hidden? keep people guessing and all that.”

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“you’re acting like my mother,” soren sighed, tugging his sleeves down over the half sleeve he was being chastised for. it was less of a fluid design and more of a collage of symbols. a collage that got him looks in the locker room and judgmental gazes from people who decided to look too closely. “i can still see the mark, it’s not covered. i just... don’t want to see it every time i get dressed and shit, alright?”

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Yet more proof, if needed, that hockey players are just… special

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soren inwardly winced when he heard the word soulmates but smiled nonetheless as he steadied sage with ease. “we have to stop meeting like this,” he teased, because now it was his turn to take care of her drunken self. “are you saying your soulmate isn’t as cute as me?” he asked, batting his eyelashes with his words. “because that’s a shame. but then again, i am the cutest.”

Somehow Sage found herself at a party. She didn’t know who was throwing it or how she got there. Well, she did, a friend from college took her. Since she was too tipsy to drive and didn’t know who to call, she started walking. She was giggly drunk, so when she bumped into them, she giggled and held onto them from stability. Her drunk personality was almost taking over. “H-Hey, you’re pretty, uh, cute. It’s a shame we’re not soulmates.”

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“that’s disgusting,” soren snorted, rolling his eyes. “honestly? that sounds like something my brother would do. he’s just doing it to show off how much money he has, yeah?”

“Someone came into the shop today and ordered four hundred roses to be delivered to the office of his soulmate. Apparently they met last night, and he wanted to really wow her. It’s a really sweet gesture- but what office has room for four hundred roses?”

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as stella went through her story, adam’s face contorted with a look of disgust, his own thumb unconsciously rubbing over his own mark. it was impossibly small, right at the base of his thumb. “some people... are just desperate, i guess,” he said. when she mentioned her soulmate and how wonderful she is, adam managed to keep his face neutral. his soulmate situation was far from that, and messy all around the edges. “some people wear uh... wedding rings, yeah? i’ve heard of that. it’s just... weird how impolite people around here are about it all.”

     “I kid you not, a cashier straight up just grabbed my wrist as I reached for my coffee and turned it towards himself to inspect my mark.” Stella looked disgruntled as she relayed the tale, “Clearly personal space is not a thing. Reasons I wish mine happened to be somewhere less obvious, so people took it as less of an open invitation to inspect it. Plus, i’ve already met my soulmate and she’s a complete doll so– maybe i’ll get a tattoo across my forehead that says ‘property of Sage’. Mostly, just so people aren’t inclined to be hopeful i’m their missing other half or whatever.”

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embrynorcross:

Embry, heading back home from a cozy library she’d discovered in town, was clutching some books to her chest and daydreaming. After reading for so long, she’d been put in the trance that books always seemed to bring on her—seeming as though you’re part of a new world that you’ve never known. A harsh bump to the shoulder brought her back to reality, as a small surprised squeal escaped her lips. “Oh, my God, Soren.” Embry sighed as she recognized him, listening to him ramble on. He edged closer to her face as he spoke, the smell of alcohol radiating off of his breath and clothes. He didn’t know what he was saying. “You cannot kiss me. You’re drunk.” Embry raised her eyebrows at him, examining his clothes and brushing away stray pieces of dust and grass. “What have you gotten yourself into this evening?”

“it is me,” soren agreed with a hum when he heard his name. his cheeks flushed as he just smiled brightly. however he took a few steps back, tilting his head when her tone shifted and he couldn’t figure out why. “yeah, i am, but that doesn’t mean i can’t kiss you. i can still kiss while drunk,” he said slowly, because that much was evident. it wasn’t like his intoxicated state was much of a secret. “we won this weekend,” he said after a while as if they explained the whole situation. which, to him, it definitely did. it was senior weekend, they won their series, they were cruising into playoffs. they were definitely on a high especially since it was a week before their next game. “we drank more this morning than... evening.”

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wtfxsage:

“I’m a no sports kind of person. Well, I ran in high school, but I don’t count that.” She laughed. She nodded, “Yeah, third time, for sure.” She extended her hand. “I’m Sage, I don’t think I’ve really ever introduced myself.”

“running counts!” soren said loudly, nodding enthusastically. “running is hard. we have to do it for cardio, but it’s hard,” he whined. he took her hand, and the gesture was far more graceful than everything else he’s done so far as he smiled brightly. “i’m soren. we’re s name twins.”

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caydenism:

The kid…the hockey player kid who had banged on his apartment door demanding he stop playing - not that he didn’t understand the need to stop and not that he didn’t feel bad about disturbing him - was very definitely drunk. “You’re really drunk, man,” Cayden murmured, shaking his head while laughing softly. “Think you should get back to your apartment…and definitely not kiss me.” 

“there’s nothing wrong with being drunk,” soren whined in defense, his lip jutting out with a pout. if anything, soren would say he drank more back home than he did in college. that was just what growing up in a freezing cold country was like: ice sports, good alcohol, and young drinking ages. “i was on my way back, i promise,” he said earnestly, his eyes almost doe like as he looked up at his... neighbor? yeah, neighbor worked. “your loss. i’m a great kisser, i swear.”

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“drop them,” soren said loudly, clapping his hands to punctuate his words. “but that sucks,” his voice turning sincere. “i have like... six friends total. or, well, my team, but we’re all together all the time. you can just hang out with us and make those other assholes feel like shit.”

“There’s no feeling in the world like finding out your friends have been hanging out together for months and haven’t told you,” she shook her head, setting her phone aside, “assholes..”

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sofiawtfx:

She didn’t mean to laugh, honestly, she didn’t. But this kid seemed like on giant puppy and as soon as he told her she was pretty, asked if she could kiss him, she couldn’t hold back the giggle. “You could,” she said, faux seriously. “But you would probably make my boyfriend sad and then I’d have to kick your butt because you made him sad and who wants that?” She easily wiggled out of the kid’s grip at that. “Man, you should head home or something before you get arrested for public intoxication.”

he frowned ever so slightly and let go of her arms with a quietly mumbled apology. “i wouldn’t want to make him sad,” he agreed slowly and then nodding along with his own words like he was satisfied with his decision once he made it. he tilted his head to the side. “i could get arrested for that?” then, he made a face before shrugging. “whatever. i don’t want to go back yet. and are you good at... kicking butt? you should join beer league, they need a floater since i left.”