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connyro‌:

“ they’ll come looking for it if they need it. ” conny decided, it was meant to be a reassurance, but it come out as a decision that they didn’t need to worry about trying to return it. last thing conny wanted was more work. “ yeah, i got it. ” he confirmed, gripping the other end of the pole, even adjusting his stance a little as if to prove that he was all over it. he nodded, waiting for the countdown to begin.

“Or the police will come lookin’ for me first, grand theft- uh, tentpole- or larceny, that’s the word,” he joked, glancing around the gym. There were plenty of police officers around but Blake was pretty sure they had bigger things to worry about than a teenager accidentally borrowing an extra pole. “Alright one-” he paused a moment, “-Wait, am I counting?” evidently he was but it took him a moment to get it right, “One, two, three, go-” he announced a moment later, giving the pole a forceful yank in his direction.

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reignoftilly‌:

Tilly wasn’t stupid, she had known Blake for a long time. As she watched the first days of December go by she was wondering when he would start thinking about her Christmas present, she’d watched her neighbours put up their decorations and listened to the same old songs come on the local radio station and she’d thought of something she could possibly suggest that would make sense to the boy who thought she was talking cars when she clutch. Of course she hadn’t expected to be the one doing the suggesting - with Eric out of commission Anne was probably even more equipped with everything Tilly Worthington than usual - and yet she couldn’t help but smile into her locker as Blake approached. She grabbed a notebook from her shelf, turning her head to face her friend as she answered appropriately, “We’re already on a Maria lockdown and I’m thinking of ways to convince Anne into the Jingle Bell Rock dance - Ari has brought it all back in.” She raised an eyebrow, as though she didn’t already know why the redhead was in front of her, “Why? You’re not about to ask me to carol sing with you, are you?”

“Jingle Bell rock dance?” Blake asked obliviously, he was more than familiar with the cheer captain’s affection for dancing, particularly after tequila so he couldn't imagine why Anne needed any form of encouragement, let alone convincing. Then again, admittedly, his Mean Girls references did need a little work. “Imogen’s Dad?” he asked, even more confused than he had been. Evidently, Ariana Grande wasn’t the first thing on his mind that week, unlike many of their classmates and Blake hadn’t even seen the music video yet.

Blake couldn’t help but laugh at Tilly’s questioning, or perhaps it was more to do with the look on her face, “If I did, would you say yes?” he asked with eyebrows raised and a boyishly hopeful expression, only teasing his best friend before shaking his head, “Yeah, nah, I reckon Grease is the last time I’m ever singing in front of anybody, ever again an if you don’t remember how bad it was, lucky you, Anne, Clarke and my Mum have it all on video,,”

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connyro‌:

letting his arms fall conny ended up donning the marquee cover as more of a cape tan anything else, awkwardly hanging off his shoulders as he looked over at the issue that blake was having. “ you steal someone else’s marquee part? ” he asked, glancing over the instructions as blake did and looking at the pole in his hand. shrugging off his cape cover he offered his hand out. sure, he didn’t have anywhere near the strength the jock did, and his skinny limbs were proof of that, but four arms would be better than two, right? “ team work makes the dream work, right? ” he offered, though if this was a dream he didn’t want to imagine a nightmare.

“Did I?” Blake questioned, the inquiry directed at nobody in particular as even the Jock couldn’t be sure where he’d sourced the extra part from. “Maybe,” he answered himself in a softer voice, “I wouldn’t even know who to give it back to ay- but we better get it loose first, otherwise we’re not getting anything done,” he was mostly thinking out loud but speaking for his co-workers benefit, whether it could be considered much of a benefit at all. “Alright, you got it?” Blake asked somewhat skeptical of Conny as he gripped the opposite end, “Tug on three?”

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@reignoftilly

Blake was in desperate need of some inspiration when it came to Tilly’s Christmas gift that year. What could you possibly get for the girl who had everything? He’d wondered on several occasions with a blank notebook open in front of him and not a single idea scribbled down on it. It was tricky, it always had been when Tilly’s mind was a maze and her budget was typically a hell of a lot higher than the quarterback’s but that was no reason to give in and resort to a gift card or similar. No, Blake was determined to come up with a meaningful gift, he just needed a little hint.

“So, are you getting excited for Christmas yet?” Blake asked with eyebrows raised as he leaned against the bay of lockers beside Tilly’s, his school books held lazily against his hip.

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@connyro

“I don’t think this is right,” Blake announced, holding up one of the poles that would eventually be used to prop up the marquee, under which the Dairy’s staff would store the surplus of supplies that wouldn’t fit inside the mobile kitchen they’d set up for the market event. “Mmm,” he hummed pensively, narrowing his eyes and looking as if he could burn a hole through the structure with his gaze until he snapped out of it and turned to Conny, “Hang on,” he spoke, thinking aloud as he wandered over to the other male, peering at the instructions again, “This isn’t even on there-” he said, eyes darting from the page and back to the pole, “Where the heck did I get this from?” he asked rhetorically, wondering how he’d managed to fuse the pole they did need with a pole he’d seemingly acquired elsewhere without realizing, “Crap- now I gotta get ‘em apart again,”

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ohcnnes‌:

anne had to think for a split second, what had it been again? “ it was like, all the winnie the pooh characters were representations of different illnesses and stuff, like obviously, eeyore is depression. then tigger is adhd, piglet is anxiety. i can’t remember the rest. ” she admitted, and to be honest she hadn’t been totally committed to ruining disney characters like that. as if to prove that she added, “ the article said it was totally fake though, just some like, reddit theory that was popular for a while. ” but it was interesting that cartoon characters for kids could be aligned with it so easily. they had extreme traits, that was for sure. “ i always liked kanga and roo the best anyways and im pretty sure they weren’t on the list. ” she shrugged.

“ you haven’t started your christmas shopping yet? ” she questioned, of course, christmas itself was still at least three weeks away but anne’s christmas shopping started months in advance, usually the moment she saw something she thought someone would like. which was risky if she saw it in january. she nodded at his train of thought, she was sure the dairy’s stall would be as well manned as it could be, if anything she imagined over crowded but, good intentions. “ don’t overwork yourself though, ” she warned, small smirk tugging on her lips “ the markets are supposed to be fun, relaxing. ” she said, sounding somewhat like a promoter for the event. which she kind of was. “ and you’ll have to come visit me out at the snowman competition. telling little kids they didn’t win is hard work, you know. ” she joked with a grin, despite the utter truth in her words.

Blake’s features shifted into an expression that read utter confusion as Anne revealed the strange and somewhat elaborate theory. He couldn’t help but try to imagine what sort of a mind would conjure things like this, certainly not one that operated anything like his own. Still, it was curious, he supposed and listened to his girlfriend intently, “I guess that makes sense,” as much sense as he could make of it, anyway “Tigger was my favorite, I had a stuffed Tigger plushie I took to kindy with me,” he explained warmly, wondering if his mother had kept it somewhere in the attic, it was likely. 

“Um,” Blake hesitated, a blush coloring his cheeks as he shrugged his shoulders, “I’ve started thinking about it,” he confessed, making it more than obvious that no, he hadn’t even come anywhere close to commencing his Christmas shopping. “You can help me find something for Tilly though, she’s impossible to buy for,” it wasn’t a secret that most of Tilly’s wishlist was well, well beyond Blake’s budget and so he’d have to improvise with the help of Tilly’s best friends for guidance. “Yeah, nah, I won’t,” he promised though he’d be using his commute between stalls to check in with Anne, God forbid the Boogeyman make an unwelcome appearance at the Market “-Yeah, course I will. You think I’m not gonna make a snowman? I’m gonna make a snow-quarter-back, taller than you- and I’ll bring you coco,”

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ohcnnes‌:

she wasn’t comforted that blake couldn’t sleep, not specifically at least. but there was something comforting about the idea that he’d been awake, at the same time she was when neither of them should be. she easily matched his smile, his warmness, it was natural. she was glad to here she hadn’t scared him, at least that was one thing to not be afraid of. she returned the kiss, arms finding a relaxed position around his shoulders, resting there for a moment before his next question seemed to make her retract a little.

she tried to cover it by turning to close the window, locking the cold out once more as she spoke “ you know, just this and that. i read this weird theory about winnie the pooh. ” she said, giving her head a small shake as she did, turning back to face him. truth be told the weird winnie the pooh theory was pretty much the last thing on her mind. since the halloween party and since her conversation with tristan, she couldn’t help but think of if something happened to her, would she be happy with what she’d done? what she’d said? should she have said or done more? with that on her mind again she closed the space between them again, arms resting around his neck. she would say it eventually, just not yet. she wanted to relax for a moment. “ what were you thinking about? ” she asked, repeating his question back to him.

Blake’s hand dropped to his side lazily as Anne left his embrace to meet the window, pulling it tight without making a commotion. “What is it?” he asked curiously, he was pretty convinced that Anne had the YouTube searching abilities to find a video on just about anything a person was capable of dreaming up, regardless of how weird and whacky their idea might have been. It was something that made him smile, however. She was such a goof for somebody as gorgeous and as popular, she had a lot going for her but her personality transcended at all. Blake tried to make sure he told her as much as regularly as he could manage. 

“Just Christmas,” he lied easily but maintaining eye contact with Anne while he did so didn’t come quite as naturally. It was a white lie, a lie made to put his girlfriend at ease but still, he didn’t like being dishonest with her or anyone for that matter. “You know, what to get everybody, the markets, all that,” he explained with a casual shrug, “Gonna try and dart between woodcutting at the Dairy’s truck if they need me but I reckon Con-dog’s got it covered but it won’t hurt to check in with ‘em, just in case,”

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ohcnnes‌:

despite circumstances anne couldn’t help but let the small smile form on her face when foggy window lifted to reveal blake’s face. despite circumstances she was happy to see him, she always was. slightly out of breath from her climb and the cold she could only let out a breathy “ yeah, ” with a light chuckle to accompany as she climbed inside, taking his offered hand to help. it was cold, but there blake was, decked out in nothing but basketball shorts. to be fair, was significantly warmer inside the house, but still she had to wonder if his abs felt cold. looking down she felt a little bad for tracking some snow in and onto his floors, maybe she should have tried the front door. then she could have stomped off her shoes first. or just like thought about it all.

it occurred to her with his next question that really she should have thought. maybe asked, or even just a heads up. dusting her hands off on her sweater she answered. “ yeah, yeah i’m okay. ” she said, quietly in case blake’s mom was around, trying to figure out her words. “ sorry, i couldn’t sleep, i saw your light on. ” again, though she didn’t say that. she’d be blind if she hadn’t noticed that. “ i didn’t scare you, did i? ” she asked, genuinely concerned through her quiet tone as she pushed some blonde locks out her face. “ sorry, i should have texted or something, i don’t know, just impulse. i wanted to see you. ” she rambled on. 

Blake turned over his shoulder to glance a the lamp on his nightstand, a soft sigh as he nodded his head, “Me neither,” he admitted, not that he’d even really attempted to catch much sleep that night. “Nah, of course not,” Blake insisted, though it wasn’t exactly true. He was prone to getting spooked and Anne, despite the fact that he’d known she was on her way, had given him a fleeting scare, though she didn’t need to know it. “I always want to see you,” he assured her in response, dismissing her unessecary apology with a warm smile and a hand resting comfortably against the small of her back as he leaned in to kiss her.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked but felt like he already knew the answer to his own question. Despite this, a small fraction of him still held hope that she was concerned about something else, maybe something more trivial, perhaps Tilly’s boy problems or an upcoming school event that Anne had been tasked with managing.

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ohcnnes‌:

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sleep seemed harder to come by nowadays, and it was no mystery why. anne had decided to burn her note a few days ago. pretended to make a mistake on some homework, threw the page in the fireplace and watched it burn. she had photos, she didn’t need the physical note any more, it only brought the fear that it would be pinned to her dead body. but unfortunately, the lack of note hadn’t made it any easier to sleep, chamomile tea, sleep encouraging supplements, nothing seemed to ease her mind. only time she slept seemed to be when she could absolutely no longer keep her eyes open no matter how hard she tried. and due to the light lamp light that came from the window next door, she imagined things were similar for blake. she felt guilty. he was only in danger because she might be. this was only an intense part of his life because of her. 

she wasn’t sure of the time but her mother had long gone to bed, and even her brother had stopped cussing at his computer to sleep, so it must be late. too late. but she couldn’t sleep, and her thoughts were haunting her. her deeds seemed to be haunting her. so why not add another deed to haunt her. tucking the bottom of her pyjama pants into her boots so they wouldn’t drag in the snow and pulling her cheer sweater from last season over her head to keep her warm. she’d put her pillows under her duvet to make it look like she was still there if her mother checked on her but she also put a note under them saying she’d gone to blake’s if they weren’t convincing enough. with that she pushed open her window and climbed carefully out onto the ledge, closing it most of the way behind her. 

she’d climbed out her own window, over the fence and up to blake’s window a number of times in her life, a number she’d lost count of over the years. but she hadn’t done it recently, and she’d forgotten how much harder it was in winter. after one small slip, she took her time, making sure her grip was good with each movement. her fingers felt frozen by the time she was by blake’s window, holding onto the trellis but she felt far better than she had in her room. poking her head in front of the window, she gave two soft knocks, hoping he was awake. she hadn’t even thought to check before she’d climbed up.

Blake had acquired somewhat of a routine by this point. Once his mother’s tone of voice had shifted from suggestive to irritable about Blake sitting up late at night and playing Fortnite, he reluctantly switched off his PlayStation, got ready for bed and switched the light on his nightstand out just in time for his mother to say her final goodnight. Blake spent very little time under the covers after this, however. Once he was confident that his mother was fast asleep or had left the house to attend a nightshift a the hospital, he was up again and seated by his bedroom window in the desk chair he rarely used for studying or anything but propping his feet up on or keeping an eye on the Milton house.

Ever since the Halloween party, Blake’s attitude toward the Boogeyman case had shifted. The town’s menace felt closer than ever, as if he had eyes on the teenagers at all times, including Anne and her family. Especially Anne and her family. With an old baseball bat resting between his knees and his elbow planting firmly on the desk beside him, Blake waited. What he was waiting for, he wasn’t sure but he would be ready for it, without a doubt.

It had been weeks since he’d started watching the Milton house and nothing had happened yet, providing a reason for Blake’s surprise when he heard noise coming from the second story across the way.  He hopped out of his seat, baseball bat in one hand, the other firmly planted on his own window sill as he gawked out of the slightly foggy window, just in time to see Anne drop into the snow between their houses. He tucked the baseball bat away, certain that it would raise questions and moved to his door to meet her in the yard but quickly decided against it. Wearing nothing but his basketball shorts was fine in the in the warmth of his bedroom but as soon as his bare feet met the snow outside, he knew he’d be useless. Unsure of his next move for a moment or two, the redhead shifted on his feet without getting anywhere and a moment later there was a knock at his window that made him jump out of his skin before turning on his feels to let his likely frozen girlfriend in.

“Freezing out there,” he noted as he pulled the window open, giving Anne a hand to climb into his bedroom, despite the fact that she was practically a professional by now. “Are you alright?” he’d skipped the part where he said hello but it was implied and besides, there were more pressing issues at hand. At least Blake was sure there had to be if something had motivated Anne to come trudging across the lawn to see him like this without so much of a text first, on a school night no less.

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naomi-nohome‌:

“Better a black eye than some of those other injuries in football, yeah? They get pretty nasty. I’ll respect your wishes, though - won’t fight you until five weeks, maybe?” She teased, laughter tumbling out of her mouth. She liked that he spoke to her like she was normal. Some jocks let it all get to their head - she’d messed around with a few of them and they weren’t the nicest when someone didn’t fit into their clique. She quirked an eyebrow. Was that meant to be a good compliment? Regardless, she let a smile grace her face. He was trying. “Uh, thanks Blake. I appreciate that. “Besides not getting injured, any other goals for the end of the year?”

“Haven’t suffered too badly this season,” Blake spoke with confidence before realizing he was probably jinxing himself, “Knock on wood,” he added quickly as an afterthought, tapping his knuckles against the top of his head as if it was made of wood. “No worries,” he chimed with a smile, glad that his compliment had gone over smoothly, even if it hadn’t been quite as eloquent as he’d intended it to be. “Um,” he thought about it for a moment, looking around as if inspiration might strike him if he looked for it, “Just have a good, safe, fun Christmas, I reckon,” he said with a nod of his head. With everything that had been going on with the Boogeyman case as of late, it was an arguably tall order for a Northlake resident but he maintained hope for their tiny town. “What about you?”

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naomi-nohome‌:

Deep breath. Count from one to ten. Just be…calm. Blake was a fine dude - she quite liked his accent and though he was dim, he wasn’t a jerk. They didn’t really talk like ever, but she thought he probably knew her name. “Okay,” She relented a sigh escaping her mouth. “It’s just my face, honestly. Resting bitch face is all. I’m okay.” She was okay. She had to remind herself of that a lot because she still thought she wasn’t - she still thought sometimes she’d go home and her father would be there but she was safe, she was well cared for, and she was loved. She was lost - of course, no one can heal that quickly but she was okay. “Wasn’t expecting anyone behind me is all. Sorry I was gonna punch you - but I think you’d fair alright in fight with me.” Naomi explained, a little chuckle escaping her mouth. She was strong from kickboxing, of course - but Blake was the quarterback and she’d be dumb to think he couldn’t fight for himself.

Blake chuckled at the suggestion of the two of them getting into a fight with one another, though he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was supposed to be a joke or not “Yeah, nah, I hope we don’t find out for real, ay. I’ve had two black eyes this year, I reckon that’s about enough for me- only a few weeks left of 2018 so I’m gonna try and live ‘em out without any major injuries, if I can help it,” he attempted a bit of humor in return as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “I don’t think you look like a bitch, by the way,” he clarified, it was supposed to be a compliment but now that he’d said it aloud, it didn’t sound all that charming.

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naomi-nohome‌:

“Please, dude - just…leave me alone or get decked.” She was working on her anger - in the past, she would’ve just went for the punch. It was sometimes surprising to her, that people still tried. ( maybe they just felt bad, considering the recent turn of events in her family )

“Alright, alright, take it easy ay, it’s all good,” Blake insisted with hands raised to chest height, palms open and facing the girl in a defensive manner. “Just checking if you were right, I’m not like doing that whole mansplaining thing or anything, it’s chill, don’t have to throw fists at me. Even if you were my best mate I’d ask,” Blake added, though it probably didn’t help the situation, he tended to assume that if a girl was upset with him for any reason that wasn’t immediately clear to the Jock, it was probably a feminist thing. Unsurprisingly, that didn’t often help him make amends with people.

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fcksloane‌:

Sloane’s head was spinning. She had long ago lost count of how much tequila she’d downed, and didn’t even know how she ended up in her current location. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She chanted. She had no way home, no phone, and only five bucks in her pocket. Luckily, she at least had a cigarette and a lighter. Lighting it up, she took a long inhale and blew out smoke, not noticing the person standing nearby. 

Blake had been out for an evening run when he’d noticed a semi-familiar figured, lighting a cigarette in an otherwise dimly lit portion of the street. He slowed as he observed the girl before coming to a complete stop just a few feet away from her, “Hey,” he greeted, noting that she was seemingly alone and possibly not in the best mood. “You all good?” Blake asked with uncertainty.

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colinnash‌:

Colin nodded, instantly understanding the gestured situation Blake described. He too had binged too much grated cheese straight from the bag at night. “I get that, man. Sometimes dairy is more of a foe than a friend. Can I be honest? I’ve never had hot apple cider, is it like warm apple juice?”

“Like always, ay” Blake agreed with a small frown, having often fallen victim to his own greed when it came to cheese platters, ice cream or ordering pizza with extra mozzarella on it. “Yeah- nah, it’s like,” he wrinkled his nose, trying to find the words to describe the beverage “-have you ever smelt a Christmas candle? It tastes like how a Christmas candle smells but also with apples,” he offered and though it wasn’t exactly how marketing executives would likely describe hot cider, he was pretty sure he was onto something. “It makes you feel good. Warms your belly, makes you feel all Christmassy. Maybe I like the feeling of it more than the taste, I don’t know. It’s a good feeling though- like the first snow day of the year or smelling a fresh cut pine tree,”

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jokressley‌:

     josiah was oblivious to the world around him as he ate his lunch.  at least, until he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.  he turned in his barstool just in time to see someone move his backpack off the neighboring seat.  “i was saving that!”  he protested.  he wasn’t, he just wasn’t in the mood for company.  but jo should’ve known better than to look for alone time at dairy’s of all places.

Blake set the backpack back down on the seat he’d taken it from and raised his hands in the air, surrendering the moment Jo protested. “Alright bro, take it easy ay, it’s all good” he insisted in his own defense, sitting a seat away from Jo, leaving the backpack between them. “Got a hot date on the way?” he asked, though the fact that Josiah was already part way through his meal would suggest that this was not the case.