taken, sorry fellas.

tori moss.

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Oliver:

This girl made it very clear that she liked to take pictures. Oliver was thinking that maybe she was some sportwritery photo-ish person. Those existed right? He just nodded along.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not really a typical person.” Oliver shrugged, he really wasn’t, homeboy prided himself in being a little bit more of an open weird than everyone else. “Maybe I’m the one here whose only here for the hot players.” He challenged, not really giving away if he was joking or not. “I’ll come with, second period’s starting soon.”

      smile doesn’t waver. “ then be my guest --- ” tori says without skipping a beat. “ it’d be a nice BREAK from the usual bros that tend to sit by me. ” she reaches for a napkin from the condiment table before silently leading the way off to her seats, working on finishing off her hotdog in hand. her heels click on the concrete steps down to the glass, napkin used to whip off fingertips before she stuffs it into her bag to deal with later.

     “ not bad, eh? ” she teases once they arrive, gaze flickering up to the countdown on the jumbotron before she edges into the row and sits. she busies herself with taking her camera out in the last minute before the second starts. she gives her new company a glance, “ --- i’m tori, by the way.  ”

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     “ hey-eyyy-- ” chimes tori as the other comes into sight. “ how ya doing? my friend gave me this killer ab workout we totally have to try today. ”

@ofcxlottie // lottie

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onenonlyoli:

     “That’s not what I meant, but that’s fine.” Oliver shook his head a little, not really feeling the need to defend himself, he knew where he stood. The boy was about to finish his pretzel, which honestly he ate too fast but that was a problem he’d address with himself another day. “Not really, I came with my brother but halfway into the first period he left for the bathroom and I haven’t seen him since.” he chuckled, stupid Ian always leaving him. “How about you? Do you come here often?” Oliver paused and mockingly added “Not like, a do you come here often line though. Because you know, ring in my face.” 

     As he threw away the bag that his snack came in he cocked his head to the side, “For a girl who’s ready to leave a ring-shaped dent in my face, you’re very quick to ask me to sit with you.” He pointed out lightheartedly, Oliver wasn’t one to turn down better seats especially when he knew that his brother probably left. “But I’m not one to turn down better seats and you look like you know more about Hockey than my brother does.”

     she laughs at the mocking imitation of her bad one liner, head cocked to one side. her free hand toys with the bottom of her jersey, blue fabric rubbed between the pads of her fingers as if in comfort. shoulders rise in a carefree shrug. “ you could say that, i suppose, ” she says with a smile. “ i like to take pictures. ” perhaps the understatement of the year, but she’s always been VAGUE with her truth with strangers.

     she frowns at the insinuation, but decides to not comment on it. if a girl can’t offer very GOOD upgraded seats in thanks, then there’s nothing she can do in this damn world. “ hmmm --- ” she hums, a curious noise. “ not typically what people say first. a PRETTY blonde at a hockey game is usually only here because the players are hot --- but you would be right, probably. i know a thing or two. ” tori motions with her half-eaten hotdog. “ so you coming? two minutes. ”

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hockeyybruhh:

     “ sweetheart — ” greets jake, the door toed close behind him with a quiet click. “ here. ” he dangles an iced coffee before her face, a gentle touch on one of her shoulders. 

     she gives a happy little gasp, hands reaching enthusiastically for the ice coffee offered to her. “ oh my god, i love you. ” she takes a small sip from the cup, before reaching out for jake’s wrist, “ wait wait wait --- ” a small tug on him and tori pulls him down into a kiss.

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      tori hears the door click open behind her, music is paused and she twists where she sits on the couch. “ jake? ” laptop is removed from her lap, placed on the table. “ ---- is that you? ”

@hockeyybruhh // jake

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onenonlyoli:

“That sounds boring.” Oliver argued, all the messy foods were fun, “What food is a date food? All the good foods are better messy.” He put his hands on hers thats to stop the swirling of the ice. “Please throw your cup away.” He interrupted himself just so he could stop the rattling. “You know that I haven’t missed a wing wednesday in years, but also I’m down for wings any day of the week.”

     “ when i dated it was always like, pasta. or steak. something you can get a fork in small pieces and fit easily into your mouth. ‘course, when jake and i started --- well, things were a lot different. an exception. i think there’s also an exception if you live in buffalo. you know, with the wings. ” she looks at the cup in her hand and sets it down on the table, “ i can’t throw it out yet, though. the ice still hasn’t melted... ”

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setheldridges:

From the limp blond hair that fell un-styled from his head to the purple bags that contoured the underside of his blue eyes, it was obvious to anyone with a sense of sight that Seth looked a little worse for wear. He’d just spent a week with his family, which while tiring in itself, was only magnified by the emotional toll of grief. It was a difficult time for the whole family, a fact Seth replayed in his head almost obsessively when his mind resurfaced how cold and distant his father had been for the entirety of his visit. It’s not his fault. He just lost his sister. Ignoring the resounding voice in his head that reminded him that he’d lost someone too, Seth stared daggers into the coffee shop’s chalk board as if looking at it hard enough would miraculously give him an idea on what to order. It wasn’t as if he really needed caffeine with his recent insomnia, but the blond was worried that exhaustion would soon sink him like the Titanic, and he wasn’t too keen to be left without a life preserver. Glancing over his shoulder self-consciously, Seth offered the person behind him a warm smile before ordering the first thing his eyes landed on when he turned back to the barista. An iced black coffee. Shooting a quick glance at the patron behind him before handing over the money, the disheveled blond cleared his throat. “I’d like to take care of the person behind me too.” Turning one last time to offer the other a soft smile, Seth sidestepped out of the way to give them a clear view of the menu. “What’s your order?”

     she’s already counted out the exact change down to the cent that she needs to buy her drink, and she doesn’t take particularly kindly to the looks the guy before her is giving. ( consider her a bit over reactive, but she’s starting to think she should invest in a fake ring she can flash in addition to her smoking hot body ). really, she ought to not think the worst of people --- it’s something she’s working on. so she says nothing, just smiles kindly back as best she can until he says he wants to buy her order. “ just buy mine: medium caramel macchiato --- ” she insists, stepping forward, “ put my boyfriend’s iced latte on its own tab ---and keep the change for yourself. ” she slips her exact change over the counter, feeling slightly bad for the small headache she and this stranger potentially just caused. she steps aside, gaze taking in the less than pristine appearance of the guy, a slight frown pulling at her mouth. “ up late working on a project or something? ” she asks.

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onenonlyoli:

Oliver was a little amazed that the cannibalism thing worked, stupid squad really must’ve not had any brain cells. He was pretty excited that they left, there was a game to be watched. Once they left the small girl immediately started to eat again, Oli hopped she wasn’t gonna choke, he didn’t want to have to save her twice today.

“You might have to  try one of those liners one me.” He chuckled, there was some work to be done with her comebacks though he understood that whole ring in his face thing. “But on the reals, no ulterior motive, just a dude who saw some douchey boys being well douchey boys.” He explained, it really wasn’t that deep. “I have a little sister so I’m not really for the whole cat calling douchey thing that homeboy who wore shorts to a hockey game was all about.”

     “ shouldn’t need to have a little sister to respect a women but i’ll take it ---- and huh --- good point. i should’ve targeted the salmon shorts. those are always a sore spot for them. i’ll have to keep that in mind for next time. ” and yeah, unfortunately, as long as tori keeps wearing these jeans and looking good ---- there would be a next time. 

     a few bites into her hot dog and tori’s already feeling quite a bit better, between food in her stomach and not completely douchey company. coming to games alone can get a bit LONELY after all. “ you come here a lot? ” she asks finally. “ not --- not a like, you come here often line though, ” she adds hastily, “ because you know, ring in your face. i just mean if you want, i’ve got some empty glass seats next to me if you wanted a better view, as a thank you. so long as you don’t mind me taking photos. ” index finger of her free hand points down to the camera just visible in the bag hanging from her shoulder.

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onenonlyoli:

“What food are you suppose to eat on a first date? And why does the girl get to choose? Girl’s suck at choosing where to eat.” He defended, Oliver was a victim to the long game of ‘what should we get for dinner’ in his family. “I drank a lot of water today, I think I deserve me some liquid diabetes.”

     “ a girl isn’t going to pick anything that’ll mess up her make up or make her look like a sloppy eater. so nothing messy --- LIKE wings, ” tori says, matter-of-fact. “ so if you’re really asking for advice, just make sure you pick a place that has PLENTY of options. ” ice rattles at the bottom of her cup as she swirls the plastic container idly, “ --- but if you ever wanted to take me for wings; that’s a yes. ”

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samscnbker:

Sam was debating whether he wanted to even try to get in the consession line when he ears the tell tale jeering of hockey bros. Sports bros of any kind were samson’s least favorite thing about his most favorite thing, that being the sport itself. He sighs, watching as the men jeer at the woman who’s only trying to eat her food in peace. he shakes his head disapprovingly, easily making his decision both on whether he should weather the consession line and what to do about the situation playing out before him. He approaches the men confidently, he’s a big guy, it doesnt take much for him to be intimidating, “let the girl eat you fucking walking anus.” he calls to them, loudly, so that everyone around them would watch.

The spectacle spooks the group of cowardly beta males and they sneer as they leave the situation while samson approaches the girl, “hi, sorry that happened….could you buy me a pizza slice, i have the money for it?” he asks innocently, matter of factly, because it’s easier for someone who’s already ordered to go back to the cashier and ask for one more thing than it is for a random guy to skip an entire line.

     tori turns to thank the newcomer, chin tilted slightly upward to make eye contact as she’s well familiar with ( she’s spent FAR too much company with tall boys for it to really PHASE her anymore ). lips part to deliver a genuine thank you, only to close once more as he continues to keep talking. BOLD of her to presume there would be no ulterior motive. brows raise, an almost are you kidding me expression fleeting over her face before she gets it under control. “ sure, whatever, man, ” she says, words colored in both parts amusement and disbelief. “ ----miranda ! ” she hails one of the girls behind the counter ( she spends a lot of time here --- gotten familiar with some of the staff ), “ you mind --uh-- getting a slice of pizza for my friend here? ”

     the girl nods in response and hurries away to get the requested food and tori turns her attention back to the other, one hand planted on her hip, the other still holding her untouched hot dog. “ so ---- suppose i don’t need to be saying thank you and all, favor for a favor, but thank you. ” miranda comes back with the pizza slice ( “ thanks, girl --- i’ll get you that autograph, don’t worry. ” ) and tori passes it over. “ battling douchebag sports bros and a pizza slice --- anything else? ”

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yayyy. connections page is a thing that now exists. yeet.

re: @hockeyybruhh, @onenonlyoli, @samscnbker, @rilcckins

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LIFE OF THE PARTY: tori + jake + oli      ↳ @hockeyybruhh && @onenonlyoli

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Hufflepuff x Slytherin Relationship Aesthetic

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Oliver:

“I think they’re the best date food. If a girl doesn’t like me when I’m at my happiest, does she even like me?” Oliver questioned, even though he knew Tori was right. “Sugary drinks? You mean like the pink drink thing?”

      “ and that’s why you are a sports bro, ” tori states, unimpressed. “ i wouldn't expect you to say anything different or understand the tact that goes into a girl’s choice of food on the first date. ” she slurps loudly through her straw, mostly just ice left in her cup before she sits back, arms crossed. she nods at the gatorade bottle, “ sugary drink. gatorade has just as much sugar as pop, y’know. ”

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oliver:

Oliver loved the concession, there honestly wasn’t anything better than being able to watch a live game and eat. He stood in line waiting to get a soft pretzel behind a group of guys who weren’t at all being subtle about the girl they were talking about. He waved it off at first thinking it was just stupid boys being stupid.

He would’ve immediately went back to his seat but of course one of the single organism celled boys had to take the last pretzel and he was stuck waiting. As he leaned on the counter his attention from his phone was ripped away when stupid squad started to holler, his eyes followed their hoots to the girl eating a hotdog. He was given his pretzel, but his focus wasn’t on the bread anymore, it was on the girl and stupid squad. For the most part, she seemed like she could defend herself, but even with the kind of sass she had, one of her versus a group of guys wasn’t at all fair. Taking a bite out of his pretzel he walked over there, looking at the girl with eyes that just screaming ‘let me help you’. “I’ll give you an idea on what she eats.“Homegirl here prefers organic and farm fresh. So if you’re looking for her to eat you like she is eating this hotdog. Well, we’d love for you to come by and we’ll just chop you up and throw you in the meat grinder.” Oliver said casually as if it was normal. “We’ll send your little penis’s back to your moms though, we don’t any of that nasty shit.” He smiled, even though he was shaking his head at himself on the inside.

      tori can hold her own very well, thank you very much, but she also wasn’t above realizing she needed a little help every now and then. besides, the second period would be starting soon and she wanted to be SAFELY back in her seat by the time the buzzer sounded. gaze drops to her hotdog, ketchup neatly squirted on top of it, idly wondering if it would be worth the reaction to smear it on head asshole’s salmon colored shorts. she ends up not having to choose, her savior of sorts coming with a one liner and witty comment. he seems innocent enough, and if he isn’t –well, at least she’d only have one douchebag to deal with instead of three. so she stays silence with a smug look on her face as the unsightly douchebag trio disappears into the crowd. 

     “ oh thank god, ” she mutters, relief obvious in her voice before she takes a bite of her hotdog, chewing rapidly and swallowing. “ sorry, i’m just starving ----- thank you, though. someday i’m going to have to come up with a better comeback that works faster. ” she squints almost a bit comically up at the taller, expression drawing a bit more SERIOUS, “ don’t have to try one on you, do i? no ulterior motive here? because if you ARE this is where i pretend i have a ring and shove it in your face. ” okay, not her greatest one-liner and certainly not the most elegant way to say ‘i’m taken’, but it’s not like anyone really knows that she’s not just wearing a signed aspen jersey out of extreme sports devotion to a single player. brows raise in expressive expectancy ---and she returns to the important task of eating her hotdog.

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levi:

“ah,” levi clicked his tongue, shaking his head at himself and taking a gulp from his bottle as if it was some form of punishment. “i never remember hockey exists, it’s such an odd sport. so many… sticks, you know what i mean?” he asked, waving his hand around in the air. “okay, so he plays hockey and waves a stick around or whatever, and what do you do? any big passion for sports, a cool major, or are you just here for the shitty beer and cheap vodka?”

     “ it’s the most underappreciated sport, for sure, ” tori counters, a hint of an edge in her voice as she waves her hands around. “ fastest sport in the world. tons of fun to watch. ” there’s a pause as she gulps more alcohol, gives a heaving sigh and squints over at her current party entertainment. is he judging her or just making conversation, it’s too dark and loud and she’s drunk a bit too much to tell. either way... “ i’m FROM the state of hockey. pretty sure they like, kick you out if you don’t like the sport or something. ” she’s still working on the whole, passion until you die thing, but she’s happy now so really who cares?