#& richie but like. that one will never go away so im not gonna add him. my poor little toxic gay rep meow meows!!

[rhymaes]

okay that IG post about op being off their meds & thus fixated on james mcavoy but it’s me with wilson & castiel on rotation 

[soulwillower]

i’d like that • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: Okay but imagine this... Bill w a daddy kink, only if you’re comfortable with that :) thank you, I love your fics

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, daddy kink, smut, a lil bit of thigh riding, a tiny bit of choking like a liiiiitle bit, oral (male receiving), this is dirty... it is also unedited

[losers + reader are in college]

im sorry i haven’t posted in the last few days, i’ve been super busy!! :( i hope you enjoy!!

2.4k words 

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music blared, muffled slightly from up the stairs, the bass to some song making everything vibrate slightly. 

the party was stuffy above you, drunk teens screaming and singing loudly, spilling alcohol and making the floorboards sticky. you and the losers were all in a kid from bev's freshman year dorm's house party, huddled in the basement. 

it was a little more secluded, so you were drunkenly messing around with each other. you sigh as you finish your cup, leaning over bill's lap to set the cup down on the table next to the couch.

you shiver as you feel his hand on your back and his breath on your neck, giving you goosebumps. you catch his eyes as you lean back and he smirks at you, his eyes suggestive, but he says nothing. you smile lightly as you look away, your stomach fluttering.

you and bill were something - it was clear to everyone. you'd hooked up a couple times, but you haven't ever really had any time to discuss it further. it was fine, though, because you knew it'd happen eventually. mike was telling everyone that they needed to let him know where they were going to be if they split up so he could find you and get you all home safely, because he was dd.

"you're such a dad." you hear ben say to mike, making him roll his eyes. you chuckle lightly. richie laughs at this, “-that's ironic, because bill is the one with the daddy kink.” richie says loudly, winking at him as he drunkenly snorts. god, richie was wasted. 

“wha-richie! wh-why bring me into this? what does this have to d-do with me?” bill sounds flustered and strained as eddie and richie die laughing on the floor. beverly is smirking into stan’s shoulder. as you look over, bill’s face is bright red despite his grin. eddie’s hugging your leg from the floor, his body shaking in drunken giggles and you laugh fondly. bill clears his throat, biting his lip as his cheeks heat up with a real smile. you lift a brow - that was new.

did he just get flustered? was richie for real?

if he was... maybe you're drunk, but that's pretty hot. 

you’d like that. 

you want to test the waters, so you turn to him. “hey...” you say lowly, and he looks down at you, eyebrows raised. “something wrong, daddy?” you whisper in his ear.

his head snaps to you, sending you a glare. you raise your eyebrows, giving him a smirk as he swallows, face bright red. “w-watch it, y/l/n.” he mumbles lowly. you bite your lip in shock, suddenly feeling heat pool in your abdomen at the way he’s looking at you. you just smile and get up, dragging ben with you to go find some more drinks.

you didn’t think of it again until bill invited you over the next day. his roommate went home for the weekend, so the two of you were going to meet up with the others later. you're standing in front of bill's mirror as he lays on his bed, reading a draft of one of his papers.

"billy, can you help me with this?" you say, walking back towards him, "i can't unclip it." he mumbles in agreement and you spin around as he lifts his fingers to your neck, working on your necklace to take it off of you. 

his body is certainly closer to you that would be considered appropriate for platonic relationships, and you love that you can feel him against you. you take the opportunity to press against him, wiggling your ass against his hips. he huffs lightly under his breath as he pulls the necklace off of you. "you r-really shouldn't tease me, y/n." he mumbles into your ear. you shiver, feeling goose bumps spread over your legs as you turn around.

"does it make you mad, daddy?" you ask, proud of how innocently you delivered it as you lift your eyebrows. something in his face changes and he clenches his jaw. he raises his eyebrows back at you in a challenge, so you slip one hand to tease at his waistband. your fingers dance under his shirt to tease along his taught skin, feeling the muscles underneath you contract. 

"y/n, what're you doing?" he says darkly, his hand grabbing your elbow. you lift yourself up onto your toes and feather kisses along his jawline, breathing in the relaxing smell of his aftershave. 

"nothing." you mutter, smiling against his neck as you feel his hand tighten its grip. "i've been thinking about you all day." you say, pressing a kiss to his neck and feeling his quickening pulse. “wondering if you want me to call you daddy.” 

you feel him swallow and you continue, “because i think i’d like that.” and this time he actually growls, pulling you back before smashing his lips against yours.

you kiss back eagerly, your hands coming up to hold his shoulders as his hand cups your neck. he's pulling you incredibly closer by your neck, his tongue pressing into your mouth. you feel him getting hard against you and you smirk.

 his hand moves from the back of your neck towards the side of it, his thumb pressing into your throat, slightly choking you. you let out a loud moan and he smirks as he pulls back.

“strip.” he says, making your stomach flutter as you blink back at him. he's never been this dominant and it's fucking sexy so you eagerly start taking off your clothes until you're just in your bra and underwear in front of him.

 he's looking at you, arms crossed and looking sexier than you've ever seen in your life. then he's lifting a brow, "are you deaf? i said strip." he orders. you bite your lip with flushed cheeks, unclipping your bra and slipping out of your underwear.

he stares at you and you love how vulnerable you feel under his gaze, standing naked in front of him while he's fully clothed. "you gonna be good for daddy?" he asks and you feel yourself growing even more aroused. you nod, eyes wide in excitement as your cheeks heat up.

"touch yourself for me." he mutters, standing above you and looking down at your naked body on display on his bed. “now.”

you gulp, face turning red but loving the way he's looking at you and palming himself. you waste no time, your fingers slipping down to slick your fingers on your pussy, moaning quietly as you circle your entrance. 

you close your eyes as your first finger enters yourself, moaning louder at the feeling. if your eyes are closed, you can almost imagine they're bill's fingers.

"eyes on me." he says and you quickly obey as your finger picks up, making you gasp. your eyes stay on his and he's smirking and it's so hot that you think you're going to explode. 

"that's right, princess." he mumbles, staring at you. "add another." he mutters. and you do, whimpering at the feeling as you stare at the outline of his cock through his pants.

"please..." you whimper quietly, making bill chuckle, "look at you, so desperate for daddy's cock." he mutters, undoing his belt. your fingers are still pumping into yourself desperately, chasing the feeling of pleasure that's growing in your abdomen. you see bill straining against his boxers and you lick your lips. "you gonna be good?" he asks. you nod desperately as you look into his eyes.

"yes daddy, please.. please." you whimper, feeling helpless and desperate. you love it. he smirks, shaking his head as he pulls himself out of his boxers and pumps his shaft, "on your knees, then." he commands. you eagerly go onto your knees at the edge of his bed and watch him as he pulls off his shirt, moaning at the sight of him.  "use your words." he says, staring at you expectantly. you're so desperate that your chest is heaving as you mutter, "please, let me taste you daddy."

he hums as he places the tip of his cock on your tongue, smearing his precum on your lips. "do you think you deserve my cock?" he asks, his eyes staring unblinkingly at your lips. your cheeks heat up. "please, daddy. please, i'll be good." you beg, getting wetter by the second and taking every restrictive bone in your body not to move forward and take him into your mouth.

he hums, narrowing his eyes as if he doesn't believe you but he's suddenly pushing all the way down your throat and your eyes widen in shock as he stretches your mouth. 

you feel yourself gag around him as his hands hold your head against him. your nose hits the skin around his abdomen and your eyes water but then he's pulling you back and off.

you immediately cough and sniffle, looking up at him. he chuckles, "so pathetic." he mutters before pushing back into your mouth, thrusting in and out this time. your eyes are watering because he's so big and you're swallowing around him as best as you can. his hands hold your head and he's groaning in pleasure as his cock slides in your mouth.

you're aching now, desperate for release, so you sneak a hand between your thighs. "d-don't fucking touch yourself." he says, hips still moving into you as his eyes catch yours, making you whine around his cock. 

you pull your hands away and place them instead on his thighs to stable yourself. he thrusts all the way into you and holds your head against him again and you can't breathe as you feel him hit the back on your throat but you love it.

he pulls you back off with a low moan and you're gasping again, spit slicking your lips. you look up at him, "thank you, daddy." you say and he tips his head back with a small groan at your words.

he pulls away from you and sits on the bed, his cock hard and glistening with your spit against his stomach. he pats his thigh and you eagerly straddle yourself on him, looking at him for directions. he kisses you roughly and places his hands on your hips, dragging you to grind down on him. 

you moan loudly at the feeling of him against your swollen clit and you clutch his shoulders. he guides you, watching as you squirm above him in pleasure, limp in his grasp. "please, i want you inside me." you say quietly, cheeks heating up as you moan.

 he hums as you move against his thigh. "you've worked so well for it." he says into the shell of your ear. you whine, rutting against his thigh to find some release. "please, daddy?" you ask again. you gasp as you feel his fingers squeeze your ass cheek before he slaps it. "you're so wet for me, princess." he says, finger coming down to play with your clit. 

he smirks, pulling you off and laying you down at the edge of the bed to stand between your legs. he spreads your thighs open and you breathe shakily as you watch him lay one finger between your folds, rubbing you lightly. 

you moan loudly at the feeling, relieved to have him touching you. he pumps himself a few times, his cock still slick with your spit and making you groan. "look at you, such a m-mess. so desperate for me." he says and you whine, "please." you sound as desperate as you feel, itching for him to push into you.

"so f-fucking needy." he mutters as he pushes all the way into you at once. you gasp in pleasure and slight discomfort at his size as he sinks into you to the hilt. he wastes no time, thrusting into you hard and deep, making you yell out in pleasure. he groans, "god, so t-tight."

you whimper as he keeps the pace, hitting your g-spot instantly and making your toes curl. you're moaning quietly and his hands are tight around your hips as he pounds into you. he leans down to bite your throat and you almost scream in pleasure as he thrusts into you, leaving a purple bruise on your neck and his thumbs pinching your nipples. swears are falling from his lips and he fucks you into his bed.

he fills you perfectly, pulling gasps and moans out of your lips every few seconds as his hips snap into yours. he grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a heated kiss before gripping your hips and slamming harder. 

you knew you wouldn't last long because of how wound up you were, so when your whimpers are getting higher pitched and you're clenching around his cock, bill smirks. "you want to cum, princess?"

"please daddy, can i?" you whimper, unable to speak the whole sentence because you're focused on waiting to cum until he lets you. he smiles, kissing you roughly and dragging your bottom lip with his teeth. "cum for me." he says lowly, rutting into you.

you unravel under him, holding onto him tightly as you moan in pleasure. he groans as you clench around him and he lifts your legs to hit a new angle. 

you almost scream but instead you kiss him, whimpering into his mouth. he pulls back and snaps his hips impossibly deeper, your back arching at how sensitive you are now. "being so good for daddy." he mutters, his fingers sure to leave marks on your skin from where they grip your thighs and you nod, moaning wantonly. 

after several slower thrusts, he pulls out and spills on your stomach, his eyes shut tight and a soft groan escaping his lips. "fuck." he says after he finishes, meeting your eyes. 

your legs are shaking slightly as he gently lifts them down from his shoulders and you both catch your breath as he rubs your sides. 

you smile lightly, your body exhausted and your eyelids half shut. he grabs a washcloth and cleans off your stomach carefully and you lie there, knowing that the moment you tried to move your legs would turn to jelly. 

he presses a soft kiss to your stomach before climbing into the bed with you, pulling you closer and kissing your hairline softly. "was i too much?" he whispers, lips between his teeth. 

you shake your head, eyes wide as you look up at him. "that was fucking amazing, holy shit." you say, your hands on his chest and head against his pillow. he smiles at you and you bask in the warmth his body gives you.

"h-hey" he says suddenly, causing you to look up at him drowsily. he beams down at you, and all of the sudden he's back to looking like a boy-next-door angel and not the boy that just completely mauled you. 

it makes your heart skip a beat - he always has that effect.

"yeah?" you ask meekly, your voice rough and your throat sore. he's  running his fingers through your hair and he presses a kiss to your nose. "do you want to... like, go out sometime?" he asks - sounding nervous, as if he didn't just fuck you raw. 

you smile, beam actually, because you haven't ever been happier than this moment and you nod. "yes, i'd like that."

[rosyredlipstick]

clown embers: my heart burns there too

For the anon who asked for a fic rec list for It: thank you for knowing i needed to take a homework break and organizing a list for the fandom i CANT STOP READING 

seriously ever since i saw the second film in October i have been going absolutely CRAZY. like, i saw the first one in theaters and was kind “eh” but something unlocked in me after that second film like ???????? !!! so yes i have a TON of recs. 

all of these of reddie because the whole thing about pining for your best friend but wait, maybe it actually works out in the end when you’re 40 and reuniting with your friends after 27 years???? fucking gets me. all fix-it fics because IM NOT A MONSTER 

some fic authors i rec: Anything theapplepielifestyle has posted! Also ShowMeAHero has a LOT of really great stuff and has been updating regularly, which keeps my little reddie heart burning. Also, check out zach_stone! 

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I killed a clown. AMA! By liesmyth

I (39M) got stabbed twice today and now I want a divorce. Help?

Or: the one where Eddie is on Reddit.

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This fic Is so hILARIOUS. Seriously. I cant recommend it enough, I was dying laughing the entire time. And the different posts between Eddie and Myra? Loved it. 

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but of all these things i like you best of all by Fluffifullness

“You can cook?” Eddie blurts.

Richie blinks. “Yeah. What the fuck? Yes. I know we’re not the pinnacle of functional adulthood, here, but there’s no way I’m the only one in seven, right?”

“No,” Ben admits. He takes a few steps toward Richie, like he hopes fleeing the scene will dispel the momentary awkwardness. “It’s just…”

“I would’ve guessed you mostly do prepackaged stuff,” Mike adds, following Ben’s lead with an apologetic smile of his own. Eddie does, too, except he also stuffs his hands into his pockets and hunches in on himself just enough to attract Richie’s attention, which is why he inadvertently directs most of his retort at him.

(Or: the one where Richie's love language of choice happens to be cooking.)

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oh goodness, what an underrated fic. i love the relationship Richie has to build with cooking and showing the others his love for them. and eddies like,,, begrudgingly impressed with it all. love it!

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the universe was made to be seen by our eyes by playedwright

“So. To summarize. I’m stranded on Mars, entirely alone. I have absolutely no way to communicate with my crew or with earth, since our communications antennae turned me into a human shish-kabob. If the oxygenator becomes compromised, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer stops working, I’ll dehydrate. Breach in the Hab means I’ll go poof. And if, for some god-forsaken reason none of those things kill me first, I’m gonna run out of food and starve to death. Oh, and we can’t forget that everyone I know thinks I’m dead. So… yup. Totally fucked.”

On Sol 6, an unexpected windstorm cuts the Ares III Mission short and six astronauts retreat back to Earth.

On Sol 7, the astronaut they left behind wakes up gasping for air.

(Or, The Martian au)

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Okay first of all you nEED TO READ THIS SERIES. Wow. I loved The Martian but this AU space just works so, so well for the losers. Read it, love it, cry into your pillow. Thank me later (then message me so we can fangirl about how much we love the series)

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Derry Days by SidleyParkHermit

Everyone starts talking at once, but Richie cuts through the loudest. “Okay, back up, back up. Where are you getting all of this?”

“It’s happened before. I keep dying and reliving this day over and over.”

Bill is the first to speak, turning to Mike. “Uh, is that…”

Mike shakes his head, frowning.

“Shit,” Eddie says. “I was really hoping Mike would know something.

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Have I mentioned that I’m a BITCH for time-loop fics? Because i really, really am. And this one, with Eddie in the loop instead of Richie, puts a twist on a familiar fic t make it completely original. Love, love it! 

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Now What I'm Gonna Say May Sound Indelicate by IfItHollars

Eddie Kaspbrak has lived his whole life being told that he's delicate, and he's not. And nearly bleeding out in an alien fear demon's lair has helped him realize that--as well as what he can live through. It puts his priorities in some perspective.

What he is, is injured. And married. To like, a woman. And gay. And stupidly, stupidly in love with Richie Tozier, after all these years. And he'd like to use his new lease on life to act on many of these things, if only Richie would cooperate.

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Okay this is by far my favorite fic. Every new chapter is just such a JOY to read. The characters are all so layered and Eddie’s POV makes me laugh out loud like 10 times a chapter. It’s so funny but so, so heartfelt. AND THE RECENT CHAPTER - AKLSHFLAKH

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the anatomy of a joke by crescenteluce

He trails off and Bev raises an eyebrow. ‘So, you being in bed together fits in there how exactly?’

‘No, Jesus, Bev.’ Eddie says and Richie, horrifyingly, feels his cheeks heat under Bev’s suspicious look. Something needs to be done, so he plucks Eddie’s phone from his hands.

‘I am appalled by your implications, Beverly.’ He says sternly, trying to ignore the blood still not quite done rushing to his face. ‘I would have you know that I’d never defile Eddie like that, the poor man’s 40 year old and still a virgin and if I’d have the honor of-’

He’s cut off by Eddie trying to wrestle the phone away from him as Bev cackles delightedly.

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This fic is locked to ao3 users only but. Anon. listen. If there’s any reason to get an account, iTS THIS FIC. this fic is…. Dare i say, iconic. I reread it sometimes and i have to stop to take breaths from getting too hyped up at the section breaks. And the sequel???? Holy shit. Pls read this fic, pls. 

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feet on the ground, head in the sky by peggyolson

richie and eddie put themselves back together, one long-distance phone call at a time.

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God, i love a good phone fic. And this is just such, such a good writing of richie, the author really nailed him here. Just. read it. Cry. reread it again. 

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Anyway i love reddie fic so much. Give me two 40 year old best friends slowly remembering how much they love each, and throw stan in there too or else i get sad at 4am thinking about patty. thanks . i have a ton more so let me know if you want more!!!

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: EEYYYY Here’s part two!

Ariving in Derry Maine was something that Ben Hanscom never thought it would happen and the moment he stepped back in this little town all those memories he hid away came flooding back.

Stepping into the restaurant Ben shoved his hands into his pockets, his finger nervously playing with the ring.

“Uh....hey.” Spotting the Losers he got a good look at everyone.

Richie still looked the same from the last time he saw him, Eddie looked good but tired, Bev was pretty though he had to hide his scowl because of course Bill was handsome but a small smile formed on his lips because if you were here he was sure you add your one sarcastic comment about Bill but he had to do a double take because he didn’t even recognize Mike.

“Hey! If it isn’t Haystack!” Laughing Richie pulled him in for a hug patting the mans back. “I’m joking how’s my sister....where’s my sister actually.”

Shifting his body Ben slipped out from Richies arm not liking the attention on him.

“Home...I didn’t tell her.”

Of course Bill had to make a face.

“Ben...what do you mean? We need her, we need the whole group.”

“I’m not putting my pregnant wife in danger Bill! I’m sure if you have someone you cared about you would have left them home too”He snapped but Ben wasn’t stupid, he was positive that he still had some lingering feelings for you.

Stepping in front of Ben he cleared out his throat squeezing his shoulder. “I for one is great full that he kept her home...Bill we can do it with out her. I...I don’t want to put my niece or nephew in danger.”

Dropping his shoulders Bill cleared out his throat then gave Ben a smile. “You’re right...now...uh how about we catch up...get something to eat.”

Wincing you rubbed your stomach, it didn’t feel nice...having your child kick your ribs. Biting your tongue you did your best to calm your baby, with Ben being gone for day and having only talked to him for a few hours...you were rather worried.

“Come on Ben just pick up the damn phone.”Dialing the number again you listened as it rung a few times until a tried voice picked up.

“Y/n? Baby what’s wrong?”

“Ben?! Thank god! Why haven’t you picked up.!”

It was quiet for a moment before he finally answered.

“Stanley...he’s dead and Mike...well Henry...he...Mike’s in the hospital.”

“What?!” He wasn’t even gone for that long. “Are you sur..ah shit.!”

Gritting your teeth you felt a sharp pain in your lower back as a weave of nausea hit you.

“Yes he...wait you!!! Are you?! Are you going into labor y/n ?!”

“What?! No” gritting your teeth it’s not like you were going to tell the man that your waterbroke, not with what he had to deal with.

Forcing out a laugh you made your way over to your car keys.

“I’m...I’m coming home y/n! I’m not leaving you on your own.”

“No! Ben you don’t.”

Hearing the phone get disconnected you let out a small curse. Taking a deep breath you kept your hand on your stomach. If he was going to come you weren’t going to wait for the man.

“I’m sorry Ben.”

Pacing around Ben clutched the phone in his hand tightly, he didn’t know how it got disconnected though that didn’t matter to him, right now he didn’t care how shaken he was from what happened in the sewers all that he knew that he had to get back to you.

Tossing his phone on the hotels bed he quickly grabbed his suitcase as he started to toss all the items in it though he was interrupted when Richie strolled into the room.

“Geese Ben what’s the rush?! We killed It! It’s gone?! You’re not gonna celebrate-.”

Cutting him off Ben let out a growl as he slammed the case shut then zipped it closed. Slipping his phone into his back pocket he started to rush out of the room as Richie chased after him.

“Damn Ben What the hell?!”

“I don’t have time for this Richie, I need to get back to Y/n.”

“Why?! Look I know you’re my brother in-law and that you love my sister. Hell im happy you’re the one who married her and not Bill but come on you don’t gotta be a wet blanket.”

“Y/n might be going into labor and I need to get back to her..I’m not...I’m not going to miss..I don’t have time for this.” Shaking his head Ben rushed out of the room with suitcase in hand.

“What?! Shit...I’m coming with you.” Richie patted Bens shoulder as he ran off to his own room. By the time Ben was outside trying to call a cab Richie was holding his suitcase in one hand while he was holding his car keys in the other.

“Come on Ben we can take my car..we’ll get there in know time.” Giving his brother in-law a grin the two slipped in his car taking off as Ben did his best to call you.

Going through this alone was not how you pictured the birth of your future child, it hurt, you were alone and the only thing you wanted was your husband by your side.

“Agh fuck Ben you are so so sleeping on the couch.”

You muttered under your breath as you pushed when the doctors instructed though hearing the door burst open followed by the nurses frantically yelling at whoever rushed in.

“Ben?! S-stop he’s my husband!”

Rushing to your side Ben gave your a relived smile. “I’m so sorry...I didn’t.” Trying to catch his breath he smoothed out your hair as he grasped your hand.

“It’s okay Ben...you’re here now that’s all.” Letting out a small cry your head nurse calmed everything down.

Then at 3 in the morning your little boy was born.

“10lbs huh...he’s a chubby one ain’t he?.”

Scowling Ben glared at Richie as you let out a small chuckle holding the baby to your chest. “Richie...you’re lucky I’m tired because if I wasn’t I’d kick your ass.”

“Hey! I didn’t mean nothing by it...it’s cute..ugh yea whatever but I’m happy for you too.” Smiling Richie made his way over to the two of you. Giving Bens shoulder a squeeze he then shoved his hands into his pocket.

“Thanks Richie.”

Smiling at your bother you watched him leave as Ben ran his fingers through your hair. Pressing his lips to your forehead the man was grateful that he made it to the hospital on time.If he wasn’t he would have missed his sons birth.

IT may have been defeated but this was defiantly topped at night.

“I love you y/n.”

Smiling up at Ben you gave him a gentle kiss as the newborn squirmed in your arms. “I love you too..but I think daddy needs to take out little bug..mommy is getting sleepy.”

Shaking his head Ben smiled as he took his baby from your arms and not long after that you were asleep. Wiyh his child safe in his arms and IT gone the man knew you both could finally live your lives with out having to worry.

[takesabath-old-blog]

He is, as Richie would put it, Stan the Man - the Jew with a Plan. And a plan he has indeed.

Stenbrough | College AU | Angst

He leaves a few texts when he knows Bill will be busy. It's Friday so he has baseball practice until 8. That gives Stan two and a half hours.

He finishes off the last chapter of his book. It's a meaningless little number, written by some popular horror author who, in Stan's opinion, has gotten too big for his boots and is incredibly talented at just writing the same self-inserting nonsense over and over again and earning millions each time.

He throws the book on Bill's bed, his roommate's own tacky tastes meaning he'll lap that utter shit up like it's the best thing he's fucking read all year. As Stan moves to their shared bathroom (with an actual bath - impractical but very comforting if he wanted to de-stress) his lithe fingers run gently over the ruffled pages of scattered writing on Bill's desk. Stanley smiles soft, his heart aching for just a tiny moment before he pulls away, a delayed reaction like the paper is burning him. He's always liked Bill's writing but it's so intense sometimes he can swear it's real. Like he's tapping into some unknown feelings or trauma he's repressed so hard it's utterly detached from his consciousness.

As he runs the bath, he sits on the porcelain edge, hands moving to the water, swilling it around as he adds salts, lotions and rose petals to it. The water turns pink under his manipulation and as the bubbles rise to form delicate foam on the top he sighs contentedly. One last soft swish of liquid and he stands up, turns the taps off and stretches. He leaves his clothes on the chair they have in there (for some reason or another - it's just always been there and nobody bothered to move it.) and slips into the bath, reading over his notes. His ... note ... is elsewhere.

As he lies in the water, practically purring at how warm it makes him feel, his thoughts slowly gravitate towards Bill. Bill, with his terrible dress sense and his dumb snapbacks and his beaming smile that makes Stan go weak at the knees and oh - those gorgeous sparkling blue eyes. All things Stanley can't have. Bill Denbrough sleeps around (Stan, with a sore back from being curled up on Richie's floor because Bill and his lovely date for the night don't want to be disturbed for the night, knows this better than anyone.) and even if he was ready for commitment, committing to Stan isn't something he'd do. Bill writes the extraordinary, Bill sleeps with the extraordinary, Bill deserves the extraordinary. Stanley Uris is tragically ordinary in every way.

Stan wills himself not to cry. Stan Uris does not cry over boys. Stan Uris does not cry over his own shortcomings. Stan Uris does NOT cry over not being enough for Bill. He closes his eyes and lies back, ignoring the ugly voice in his head for as long as he can. He is, as Richie would put it, Stan the Man - the Jew with a Plan. And a plan he has indeed.

He gives himself half an hour to enjoy his bath, then he picks up the razor.

At 7:15 PM on May 28th, Stanley Uris Takes a Bath.

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He's sweating far too much for one person but to him that just means he's fucking nailed it at practice tonight. He runs a fluffy towel someone, Mike, he thinks, throws at him over his face, flushed and delighted, adrenaline still coursing through him as he picks up his bag to rifle through his phone. He's got a few potential dates lined up and he wants to know if anyone's bitten. He's still smiling like an idiot as he types in hi password and opens up his messages to find exactly this: 1 from Blondie 2 from Cute Redhead and 3 from Stan?

The thing about Bill's roommate is that he never texts. Too impersonal, he says. If it can be said to someone's face then why text it? This must be important, then. His dates can wait. He opens the conversation and his face falls, any happy feeling utterly squashed by the sudden pit of fear in his stomach.

STAN: bill don't come back to the room tonight STAN: bill stay with richie or eddie or someone please STAN: i love you so much im so fucking sorry

Bill's heart is thundering in his chest as he throws his bag over his shoulder and babbles something about how he needs to get back as soon as possible and the entire journey is a blur because of three simple facts. 1. Stan Uris doesn't text people 2. Stan Uris doesn't type in all lowercase 3. Stan Uris doesn't love Bill Denbrough

His hands are shaking and his mouth is so, so dry when he finally gets the key in the door and pushes it open. The book Stan borrowed from him in on his bed and Stan himself is nowhere to be found. There's a dripping sound from the bathroom, and he guesses his roommate is in there. Bill can barely keep his hand on the door long enough to push it open, he's shaking so much. He opens the door and his heart stops.

There's blood, just, fucking, everywhere and there's rose petals and open, fallen over shampoo bottles seeping soft pink liquid on the floor and in the middle of it all in their bath (their fucking bath! He never liked it and now look what's happened) is Stan. He looks serene and almost content, eyes closed and the slightest hint of a smile on his face like the excruciating pain he must've suffered bringing him to that point never happened. Like in his last few moments he was happy to go.

Bill doesn't scream. Doesn't talk. Doesn't think. He reaches down, grabs a towel, and wipes down Stan's wrists and strokes his hair softly as he murmurs encouragement to a very dead boy in their ugly bath. He kisses Stanley's cheek softly as he whispers how it'll be okay, it'll be okay, just you see Stan, you're gonna be okay and then it'll all be fine--

He sits on his knees by the bath and leans on what's left of the soft boy with pretty brown eyes and a heart-stopping smile that nobody ever saw enough. Oh, if he'd known the last time was the very last he'd have made more of an effort to make him smile more. And now it's too late and he'll never hear Stan laugh again. He thinks about Stan, the beautiful bird with broken wings that never got a chance to fly. He thinks of Stan, someone so beautiful and yet so humble, and he holds his hand, and he cries.

[richiesmashmouthtozier]

Sleep in the Heat!

Song

Chapter 3 

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A/N: OKAY I”M SORRY! I was feeling really unmotivated and it was hard to get anything out there even though i have a couple already written. IM SORRY JUST READ THIS

DESCRIPTION: Beverly Marsh was cursed with her hit not being hard enough and her dad coming back to  consciousness after being bashed in the head with a glass tray. The abuse only gets worse until the losers respond to a distress call and walk in on Mr. Marsh suffocating his own daughter. Things get out of hand when a huge fight breaks out between the six teenage boys and a grown man ending in murder. The losers were forced to pack up and leave their home on a road trip to find a place to breathe,,,

DISCLAIMER: I tried to write in songs during the situations so if you could, I suggest changing the song as the losers do in the story to add more effect :3

There’s one song lol : “You’ve got it (the right stuff)” NKOTB

pairings- literally everything oh mY GOD: Reddie, stenbrough, benverly, Stanlon, probably others I’m rlly tired.

these kids are thOTS

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: blood, murder, ANGST 

and without further ado,

enjoy

“Let’s go big Bill!” Beverly was handling the radio while Bill Denbrough put the key into ignition. Stan was incredibly angry for being pushed to the back seat next to Mike then Ben. Richie wasn’t a fan of it either even though he was on the mattress again with Eddie.

“Okay muh-m-Mike, where are we off too?”

“We’re almost to New Hampshire so we should be driving for about 10 hours, not including stops, and we can take a break at this casino-hotel thing,”

“Finally! I’ve always wanted to gamble!” Richie yelled from the back.

“You’re an idiot,” Eddie said while putting on a different shirt that was white with yellow and blue stripes, Richie loved it because it was way too big on Eddie and he just looked so cute! Staring at Eddie made it all go away, almost like nothing ever happened with Mike.

“Turn it up!” Bev yelled. She was reading a stolen vogue magazine, which interested some of the boys, (not Eddie or Stan since they were gay while the rest were bi, pan, poly, you name it). She got excited when Bill got that cute little grin on his face and let the song “You Got It (The Right Stuff)” by New Kids on the Block. Bev looked back at Ben who was blushing and playing with his book page. He looked up and they met eyes, she did her signature wink and Ben grinned at her while they mouthed the words to each other. Everyone in the car was smiling to the sound of those stupid songs Ben would make the losers club listen to at the quarry or on bike rides.

Richie looked over to Eddie and saw the way he tapped his finger to the beat while playing sudoku from a page Richie ripped out of a magazine for him at their last haul. What Richie didn’t know was that Eddie was catching glances of him too. Eddie always thought it was cute that Richie had a couple of Bev’s hair ties on his wrist from when she had braided his hair. Eddie blushed at the thought of braiding Richie’s hair but quickly looked back to his sudoku page and filled in a number.

Richie had this urge to lay on Eddie or at least set his head on his shoulder. He kept hesitating until he glanced at the row of seats in front of them. Mike was air-drumming to the beat while Stan watched him and laughed. After that he laid his head on the boy real quick. It almost hurt from how fast he was, but Eddie’s heart still sped up and his breath hitched. Richie didn’t know why but after a few seconds of laying his head on Eddie’s warm chest he started to get tired and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

“Bill speed up.”

“What? Buh-b-bev?”

“Speed up!”

“Oh my god…” Stan looked back and saw the red and blue lights flashing as a police car turned into their lane.

“SHIT!” Eddie started to shake. He couldn’t go to jail. What are we gonna do?

“Eds! get your head down!” Richie pulled him against the door, under the windows and squeezed the small boy. Eddie squinted and clenched onto the taller boys sweater with his head pushed into Richie’s chest.

“Bill!” Bev tugged on his shirt sleeve.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” Ben clenched the arm rest and the empty bag of trail mix in his other hand.

“Bill turn here!” Mike spoke up. Bill frantically turned the wheel and pulled into a parking lot for the thrift store GoodWill. Stan kept looking back and made sure they weren’t followed. Luckily, the police car drove right past the turn and kept on. They all took deep breaths and tried to calm down.

Bev looked up and noticed the big store. Her voice shook but she puttered out, “Anyone up for shoplifting?”

Bev came out of the car first. Even before the murder she loved thrift shopping and fashion designing but she never had the money to buy herself clothes to experiment with. She looked the part though; she was wearing a white shirt with a design that was covered by long overalls that were a bit small on her and short with rips on the knee and one of Bill’s flannels and black converse. Stan wasn’t too happy about the flannel part but he was wearing Mike’s silk bomber jacket so he tried to shrug it off. They all walked in the store looking like suspicious teenagers, so not much was new. Richie liked the feeling of being intimidating even if it’s only to some 40 year old cashier.

They all went to different sections to find some clothes and of course the lovers always “found” their way into the same aisle as each other and Mike wanted his turn. Stan wandered to the back of the store where there was old furniture and tall shelves filled with knick knacks and old dolls (which creeped everyone out) and on the back wall there were old TVs and radios, (the TVs were always on static instead of an actual show). He sat down on the edge of a brown couch when he saw something in the corner of his eye. Something red was peeking out from the floor of the aisle to the side of him. He stood up and slowly made his way to the entrance on the shelf. He looked at the ground and saw red blood scattered on the floor and on his hands. As he looked up the section turned into the Marsh’s old apartment. Stan stood there wide-eyed almost about to cry, but no sound came out. He backed out of the aisle and clenched his hair, “stop,” he whispered, “Stop!” he cried, “STOP!” His back hit the back wall which was now covered in the same wallpaper as Beverly’s old kitchen. He looked down at his feet and saw a knife, the knife he used, covered in blood, “no…” He kept walking backwards in attempt to get away from the visions. He whipped his head left and right to search for a way out, when the front door opened.

“Mike?” Stan said. He ran to the figure in the “doorway” and hugged him.

“Stan? What’s goin’ on?”

Stan opened his eyes and he could see the end of an aisle and he let go of the hug. There was no blood on his hands and the floor was clean, “I… Sorry… I just saw…” His voice broke and Mike could tell he was about to tear up so he put his hand on Stan’s shoulders and said, “Hey it’s okay,”

Mike looked at Stan and admired him. Stan did the same. Their eyes locked. Until they both slowly closed them and leaned in. Their lips touched softly.

“Holy shit…” Richie whispered to himself from the end of the aisle, “You motherfuckers… You motherfuckers!” Richie stormed off.

Richie walked outside where the losers (except Eddie and Bill who were in the bathroom. They got situated in the car until Richie saw Eddie walk out the store and ran to him.

Eddie noticed he was angry and walked to him “Richie! What’s the matter?” He frowned when he got no response but a blank stare past him, “Rich?” Eddie clutches into his jacket and shook him but Richie yanked his arm out of his grasp when he saw Bill, then realized his mistake.

“What the hell?” Eddie said.

“Eds! I…”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I- I need Bill”

“What- Bill? What’s wrong?”

“Just one second!” Richie yelled and pushed past the smaller boy.

“Richie!” Eddie stumbled back. He was visibly angry.

“Wuh-w-What’s going o-on?” Bill walked up behind Eddie in alarm.

“Bill!” Richie didn’t know how to word this, “I- uh… I saw…”

“What?” Eddie and Bill looked at him confused.

“Break up with Stan!” He blurted out. He squinted at his stupidity.

“What!” Bill looked at Richie like he was monster, he loved Stan.

Eddie look at Richie “What the hell Richie?!”

“Wuh-w-wuh-What a-are you tuh-t-talking ab-buh-bout?”

“Bill… I…”

“Ruh-R-Richie! W-What are you tuh-talking about?!”

“Look Bill I’m so sorry,” Richie reached out for him but he stepped back.

“What happened?” Bill said it sternly without stutter  and it made Richie feel terrible. How could he tell him this.

“Stan cheated on you.”

“W-wuh… What?”

“Richie what the hell?” Eddie said from behind.

“No… he-he didn’t! You’re luh-l-lying!” Bill pushed him.

Once Richie caught his balance and yelled, “Look Bill! I’m sorry! He- He kissed Mike!”

“Stuh-Stop it! Stan- He wouldn't duh-do that!” he choked on a sob.

“Bill you have to listen to me!”

“Tuh-Take it back!”

Richie’s eyes went wide. He’s heard those words before. “Bill… Please!”

“Take it back!” no stutter.

“I- I can’t!” Richie kept walking back as Bill continued forward.

“Richie!” Eddie yelled, he knew what was going to happen. His best friend against his boyfriend, it was all too familiar.

“Denbrough! Listen to me! I don’t know what happened! But they- They!-“

Bam

They all knew it was bound to happen. Bill punched him straight in the jaw.

“BILL!” Eddie screeched. He pushed past the taller boy and kneeled down to his “boyfriend” with the bloody lip, laying in the street. Heads around them were turning and the rest of the club came out from the car, including Stan and Mike.

“What’s going on?” Bev yelled, “Richie! Oh my god!”

“Bill?” Stan hurried to him and left Mike behind to help pick up Richie.

Eddie parted from his boyfriend when Mike and Ben lifted him up, “What the fuck Bill?!” Eddie pushed Bill back. He only stumbled a couple of steps.

“Hey! What happened?” Stan went between them and held onto Bill.

“You’re a piece of shit, Uris!” Eddie spat.

“Eddie!” Bev yelled

“What happened?” Ben repeated.

“Is ih-it tuh-true?” Bill said parting from Stan's arms and holding his hands.

“What?”

“You fucking kissed Mike!” Eddie yelled.

Stan’s eyes went wide and Mike looked down.

“I- I…”

“Oh muh-my god…” Bill said. He backed away from the group.

“Bill,” Bev had Eddie in a comforting hug.

“Bill wait!” Ben yelled. Richie squinted while his ear started ringing from the noise. Richie was able to stand alone now and Eddie ran to hug him.

“Bill!” Beverly ran towards the boy who started running away from the parking lot and back into the forest.

“Bev! Wait!” Ben yelled, but he was too late.

A/N: Hahahaha sorry.

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EPISODE 10 “Cleaning Up The Threats” - Aren

Aren

Kay, well this round is gonna be ze big cleanup round!!! *dresses up as a janitor* today, we're cleaning up... THE THREATS!!! AKA, Ruthie & Alex -- the two biggest contenders to take the title of Sole Survivor in this game (other than your's truly, of course!). So, there are really two things I need to severely think about here -- who I want to go for out of Alex & Ruthie, and -- in proper janitor fashion -- how I can do this in the cleanest way without fucking up my long-term game. So, I've determined that I wanna go for Alex, as he's way stronger in challenges than Ruthie and he therefor scares the piss out of me. And I also wanna make a F4 group consisting of me, Richie, Emmott & Issy, just so that once Alex fucks off and we're at the F7 I have a sweet-ass group to just safely steamroll it to the final few with. I've kinda just promised Richie the world right now. I told him that when we hit F4 -- Issy's ass will be goin' bye-bye. Then, we can thrash Emmott's ass in FIC, and send him home. And we can be the F2 together. It's funny, because Issy thinks I'm lying to Richie when I tell him this, but y'know... I don't think I actually want to go to the end with Issy. I want to go to the end with Emmott or Richie -- some punching-bag that I can literally demolish in the Final-Tribal. 

Issy

Despite my very best last minute scramble efforts, unfortunately Ci'ere went home yesterday, which is super shitty for me because I very much feel that Alex will want me or Emmott out next I'm gonna work my backside off to try and flip the vote on Alex or Ruthie but honestly I'm not convinced there's anything I can do right now If worst comes to worst I'm gonna have to go all out, try and convince Alex that Ruthie is a huge threat that needs to go home as soon as possible, and pray that someone, anyone, wants to take the opportunity to go for a blindside

Ruthie

I'm really wishing I tried harder at Immunity this round.  It's getting down to the end and I haven't won any immunity challenges yet!  I think my social game is super on point but if I even want to THINK about winning I am going to have to work on actually winning comps, haha.   On the bright side, at least I'm still safe this week! 

Issy

Richie asked to be dragged in confessionals so I thought I'd make this confessional to drag him only who is he again? What has he done? Where has he been? There's a person in this cast called Richie? Oops, I didn't notice Anyway, I believe the go at the moment is to blindside Alex, which is great and all except I really didn't want to be working with RUTHIE!! ❤❤❤ and Nicole. Haven't talked to either of them basically at all since merge, and so I'm super nervous about having to put all my trust in Emmott and Aren's abilities to convince them to do this Aren is annoying as always & Emmott has been awol for the past couple days so my top-tier alliance building skills are clearly benefitting me right now, we're extremely solid going into this next vote & I have total confidence everything will go to plan (not) I want Nicole gone next and then Ruthie (should this Alex vote work out) and then at some point I'd love to axe Aren because I'd rather not be sitting at the end with him

Alex

I cannot believe how well last round went, first of all.  I feel....really good now. But this is the part of the game where Survivor gets really interesting. Theoretically, this should be easy.  We have a tight alliance of four in myself, Ruthie, Richie and Lena, all of whom genuinely like and respect each other.  We've voted together every round and as far as I know, most of us want all four of us to make Final 5. We've also got Nicole, who played an Idol for Ruthie at the first merge vote and has stuck with us every round.  That makes five votes, out of eight, so we should be able to do anything we want this vote – and we probably will. But, people other than me are starting to look at the end and say “how do I get there with the best options?” Richie has come to me to talk about how and when to cut Nicole. Ruthie & Lena don't trust Richie and would probably like to cut him before 5 or 4. And I'm just here, floating along, wondering why, despite being Target #1 since before the merge....nobody has done anything about it? I mean, Issy has been out for my blood from the word go. Emmott is a paranoid, flip-floppy motherfuck who's thrown my name out before. And Aren's getting blindsided this round because he just cannot keep my name out of his mouth! Why has nobody done anything about this yet?  It is a mystery to me. I mean, don't get me wrong: I do love my alliance, I really do.  But I look at the game with a strategic eye and just say.....do all of you really think I don't have arguments prepped for you? Cause I do, kids.  And I know I'm an asshole for it, but I've been eyeing the endgame since the merge, if not before.  I've got the opening speeches written: Ruthie did everything I told her to, Richie was wishy-washy and lied to every juror, Lena doesn't exist, and Nicole doesn't talk to anybody.  Aren's a spastic motherfucker, Issy gave up, and Emmott is, well, Emmott. At this point I'm trying to figure out the best endgame, the best final 3, final 4, final 5 for my game, and I really wish I knew if it was a Final 2 or Final 3 for sure, because that would really inform my decision. I don't want Ruthie at the end.  Ruthie kicks my ass. Richie, I can beat, but I don't know if it'd be easy. My idea is a Lena/Nicole Final 3, because I think I win that.  But there's the missing issue, the apocalypse scenario, that one of them wins Immunity and takes the other to a Final 2, and we have to vote for Lena or Nicole to win. And again, I have nothing against them as people!  But I don't think either of their gameplay to this point has been worthy of my jury vote. So as we whittle down our options, I have to look forward.  Aren, Issy and Emmott, probably in that order, are dead meat.  And if it gets down to five with the Family and Nicole........I don't know what I'll do. Will I vote out Nicole, trusting that at 4 at least one other person will have my back? Will I make a move against Richie or Ruthie, in a bid to get myself a more favorable Final Tribal? Or will I be completely blindsided and booted unceremoniously at five, to the joy of the jury? I truly don't know.  But this is where it gets interesting, folks.  Buckle up and see who outwits who, because we're gonna be choosing the winner here very, very soon.

Aren

Wow bitches I'm fucking running this vote, aren't I? Alex thinks I'm his little bitch-boy who's gonna do whatever he wants, BUT, what he doesn't know is that I'm actually blindsiding his ass this round! I've been doing my fair-share of talking, and I've got Emmott, Issy, Ruthie & Nicole and I'm working on Richie now. I've lied to Alex that I'm voting for mah boi Emmott, but hell nah is that happening! Tonight, we're gonna just straight-up see Alex 6 times. And it'll be truly beautiful. MARVELOUS MASTERPIECE BY AREN WILLIAMS, EVERYONE!!! BRINGS A TEAR TO MY EYE!

Ruthie

Whew, it's been a busy few days with Thanksgiving!  Aren thinks that me, Richie and Nicole are going to vote Alex out with him and I'm just thinking "ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY?" Richie came to me asking what the whole thing was about and I'm pretty sure we just recently talked about it in the Family alliance chat that Aren could be saying this kind of stuff, but Alex apparently worries him a bit, but he wants The Family to be final 4.  I do too but I also want Nicole to be Final 3 with Alex and myself and it's just like uhhhh how do we get out Richie and Lena without ticking them off or Alex off?  ME, NICOLE AND ALEX would be a perfect Final 3, like I can't even.  I don't even really care if I win, face it, I probably WOULDN'T win next to Alex, to be honest.  I just really want to get to the end with him since we became a solid thing either day one or day two, I want to say day one! I think Lena is down with having me, her and Alex as Final 3 though, I definitely wouldn't win next to her though either, I have ZERO INDIVIDUAL IMMUNITY WINS. :( I really need to get with this lajsdfj.  ANYWAY, this is all what's up, it's been a quiet few days and I'm nervous that Aren is going to sway someone to vote Alex with him, UGH.

Issy

Everyone is low key annoying me right now, honestly can we please just nuke the whole game If I have to see another 'awokoksoaoaw' or 'BAHAHAHAHAHA' I'm gonna have to quit

Richie

Wooowooowooooo I got immunity!!!!!! I feel like I've got myself in a nice position where I didn't need it this week but it's nice to have something to add to my bleak on the surface looking resume... Normally when I get immunity it's like my free pass to play messy and hard because no matter what I do I can't get voted out so its the time to make #bigmoves but I won it 1 week too early With issy/emmott as a duo and aren being just THE messiest that trio needs to be trimmed down so they don't gain any traction so it looks like aren is going this week because he just doesn't shut his mouth he's always giving away too much information and stirring up trouble and he's making deals and throwing people under the bus it's just too much to try and keep him here because even tho he trusts me and isn't voting me out I can't trust that whatever I say to him won't be spread around and I try to keep things lowkey although he is great for getting information from we have this "honesty policy" that im trying my hardest to not actually break bc i want that jury vote so he just keeps giving me information and i never actually AGREE with any plans or confirm that im with him im just like https://68.media.tumblr.com/8d192f985c289a55c30423b83859fa0a/tumblr_oh87xllQpA1vzwwmeo1_250.gif and take notes on what he says asdjfhaksdjfhakdfj god thats not any better than lying but im doing my best lmao I dont know you've got Alex who I trust to a certain degree because I feel like we have the most genuine connection but also people in this game perceive him as a threat which #perceptionisreality so that helps because he's always going to be targeted before me so why would I vote out a meat shield I trust???? but also if he gets to end people think he's this great player that's not good... Then issy/emmott I haven't really worked with and after I vote out aren that should be the last straw they shouldn't trust me at all anymore lmao I never explicitly told them I was voting out Alex this week I purposefully ended my conversation with issy saying that I was hesitant to vote for Alex because "I don't trust Ruthie to not make it a tie" and I want to tell them I'm voting out aren so that I can have leverage with them to try and make the move to get out Nicole next week like I want to make but lena found a clue and we all looked for the idol and no one found it so that means someone else must have it so I'm scared to be HONEST with issy because I don't need any idols fucking up the plan this round so I guess I'll have to deal with that in the future Then there's Lena and Ruthie who are in the family alliance and I feel like we're all good with us 4 but ruthies closeness with Nicole scares the shit out of me because like that's a powerful relationship and as the numbers get smaller that scares me.... And Nicole hasn't talked game with me in dayyyyyys and we have history where I've fucked up with her so I went to Alex to try and plant the seed of voting her out next round but i dont know what's going to happen for now I'm just going to enjoy my last moments of immunity and pray things go the way I'm expecting them to and then clean up whatever messes I've made once they resurface