#Ace Merrill x Chambers!reader

[80s4life]

Together At Last”

Word Count: 3,971

Status: Requested!

Ask: Can I have Chris Chambers x reader with the prompt  "You're different and I like that"

@: @micheleamidalajedi​

A/N: I absolutely LOVED this request because I was able to put myself into the Reader and prove that not everyone is the same, female, male, or nonbinary, or all of the girlypops!

Relationship: Chris Chambers x Merrill!Reader

Fandom: Stand By Me 1986

Summary: It’s been 5 years since the disappearance and eventual death of Ray Brower, and you’re each reaching graduation. However, another adventure arises and brings all 5 of you back to the woods to find Teddy’s dog. The problem? Almost all of you have either grown apart or split completely, and old feelings seem to resurface with unresolved conclusions. What could go wrong?

Warnings: mutual pining, adventure, confessions, AGED UP!, friends to enemies to lovers, some angst, nostalgia, lost friendships, gained friendships, Teddy is a brother figure to Reader, gun, unintentional intent to kill someone, strong language, Reader is Ace Merrill’s sibling, 

{gif is not mine, credits go to @awidevastdominion​}

Your landline rings, deriving you of your thoughts and current intensity studying for finals. Groaning, you shrug out of your seat at the kitchen table begrudgingly, answering the phone. “Hello?”

“Y/N? ‘S that you?” a familiar voice, deepened with maturity and hormones asks on the other side.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Nice to know you haven’t changed,” you can hear the voice taunt annoyingly. 

“It’s been years since I’ve talked to you, did you expect a ‘Hey, what’s up’?”

“I would have preferred that, yes, but no. This is serious, and I really need you on board with me this time.”

“This better not be one of your schemes, Teddy, I’m not up for anything right now,” you sigh, “I’m up to my neck with textbooks and shit with studying for the finals and stuff. Dad’s been on my ass about getting into a college since I’ve been able to hold a B+ to A average.”

“Damn. Sorry to say I can’t relate?”

You giggle, sighing as you’ve missed him. You couldn’t quite tell what happened to cause you to separate, but as if you had just blinked, everyone was gone and you were left to yourself and school. “Alright Teddy, what bullshit are we pulling now?”

“Glad you asked!” he all but yells in happiness, “My dog went missing a few days ago and I haven’t been able to find him all over town. I know this sounds childish, but I swear, I’ve walked the whole town everyday at dawn before school and haven’t been able to find him.”

“So, you’re guessing he’s in the woods?” you groan, remembering the haunting history you’ve witnessed first hand in said territory.

There’s a long pause before he lets out a low, “...Yes...”

“What did the others say?”

“What makes you think I asked them?” he tries to sound as if he’s not that easy to read; a “changed man.”

“Because I still know you, or some of you. There’s no way this is going to be a one night thing and we need more sets of dependable eyes.”

“Well, now you’re making me sound smart.”

You giggle, “I’m not gonna keep beating around the bush Teddy, I’m in as long as the others are?”

“Yes!” he shrieks.

...

A few days later, as instructed by Teddy, you carry your sleeping bag, flask of water, some snacks, and money (something you all collectively forgot last time) to the dumpsters behind the town’s cafe. Trudging around the corner, your breath catches in your throat as you lay eyes on the back of three familiar heads and a face, each people you thought you have grown so far apart from.

“Y/N!” the voice of the face coming from Teddy.

You nod silently, leaning against the brick building as you keep your distance. 

The three boys that are now men, turn around to take you in, eyes wide.

You wave nervously, age and distance having changed all of you and making you feel as if you don’t know these people.

Teddy still had his familiar square-shaped, black glasses, but his hair is cut to fit the army’s conduct, shaved short on the sides around the back, the top of his head a bit longer. There was just enough hair for Teddy to comb it back with gel just as he had as a preteen - before you all turned away to seek your own lives. He grew a bit taller, standing at 5′5″, but not by much. You giggle internally.

To the far left, you see Gordie and your heart breaks a little. He’s still lean in build, but he’s grown to be tall and confident, around 5′11″ - 6′0.” To you, he hasn’t changed a bit, except personality. He still had his longer hair, possibly longer than you remember it, with the same hairstyle and familiar baby face, though slightly aged. 

Next was Vern, and he was so big now. He managed to drop the weight, a lean build of muscle standing above 6′0″ and carrying his dopey grin with longer hair - a similar style to Gordie’s, though unintentionally. You smile at him. He’s still a sweetheart, but more like a big, lovable Chocolate Lab now.

Lastly was Chris, and he was still as gorgeous as ever. He came to be of above average height, 5′10,″ grew his hair out longer and adorned circular glasses that framed his face perfectly. His eyes carry no emotion, a contrast to his younger self, but they’re still that luscious deep blue. He looks you up and down in silence before staring you directly in your eyes. You can feel your heart break all over again.

You didn’t realize how long you were staring at each of them before Teddy clears his throat. “Shall we?” he tries to smirk, but the tension is thick. 

You hug your arms around your abdomen as you nod, plastering a smile of your face as you force yourself to stand beside the now men. Slowly, everyone starts to follow Teddy until you reach the tracks.

Some time later, as you walked on the tracks, you lagged behind. Now, with this view, you could see where everyone had changed, but not as much as you thought. Gordie and Chris got to talking amongst themselves far in front of the group, Teddy and Vern behind them. They’re all too busy catching up for them to notice your inner turmoil.

You almost want to cry. You don’t know any of them anymore. This was a fact that your younger self would’ve never expected or taken a liking to. You think of what your younger self would do, punishing yourself for what you allowed to happen. 

You would’ve called them repeatedly, tried to make plans or catch up to them in passing to classes. All of this you could pride yourself on saying that you did, but then Gordie went the way his father wanted him to go, Chris becoming an athlete while trying to follow Gordie’s brains, getting into law, Teddy trying to apply and reapply to the military, and Vern taking a liking in the construction trade. 

They all grew up, and though you couldn’t blame them, they slipped out of your hands far too quickly and suffered the backlash. Girls in school are bitches, and though you have friends, they aren’t like the ones before you. Even after all this time, they are still considered exactly that - friends, family even.

You went your own way, too, after giving up on them. You found an interest in engineering and found that it’s not exactly as you suspected. It wasn’t all math and physics and you deeply enjoyed the creativity and problem-solving it included. You have some fond classmates there, but they would never compare to these boys. 

You are ripped from your thoughts as you hear the loud blaring of a train’s horn. You smirk at the memory that crosses. Calling out to Teddy, your voice is loud enough for all of the boys to hear, “Sound familiar, Teddy? We’re not gonna go diving for you on the tracks again, right?”

“Fuck off,” you can hear him giggle, jabbing Vern in the side. 

All the way in the front, you can hear Gordie add, “Or have to break you and Chris up, huh?”

You giggle at the reminder. That was the time when you were all trying to figure yourselves out without guidance, restrictions, stereotypes, and parents. Teddy had a lot of trouble then. 

Your smile drops as the group goes quiet again, the nostalgia dying with the connection that almost rekindled. You groan audibly - unintentionally.

The boys look back at you curiously, surprised just as much as you were. 

You decide to take the initiative, “Is this what we’re going to do the whole time? Act as if we’re strangers and not speak to one another?”

“We are strangers, Y/N,” you hear Chris state with indifference.

You catch up to the group and walk between them, “There’s a reason we all came here and I know we all hoped to be together again. It doesn’t help when you don’t even try to speak to us though, does it?”

The group stops as Chris spins around on you. “Why would I? After this, we are all gonna go our separate ways and avoid each other again,” he growls and spits, “Just like last time.”

“Then, why did you come?” you ask, your curiosity getting the better of you and asking the question you were all wondering yourselves. “Why are we all here?” you look around at each of them. 

“Because I missed you guys,” Vern pipes up, the first words he’s spoken the whole walk from town.

“We wouldn’t have missed each other if we had just kept our promises, would we?” Chris asks, frowning with his eyebrows scrunched together and arms crossed tightly over his chest. It almost resembles hatred.

And it makes you livid. “You broke your promise, too, Chris,” you vividly remember the promise you made just short of town on your way back; the promise that meant the world and more to you - it still does. “We all did, but at least I can say it wasn’t intentional. I tried to reach out to you guys, but we were all growing and changing. I can’t blame you guys, except you, Chris.”

“Me?” his voice reaches higher as the time passes by.

“Oh please, we all know you went from a street rat like us to the high priest and prince of school,” Teddy adds.

Chris scoffs, crossing his arms, “Gordie?”

“I mean, you did drop us after you got with Stephanie Wheeler,” Gordie deflects, shrinking in size as he knows the blows coming next. He adds, “The rich bitch of high school whose daddy is the principal.”

“This is bullshit, I should’ve never decided to come,” he shoots daggers at you.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t of because we all know that you’re embarrassed of even being seen with us,” Vern adds, caution to the wind. 

Chris scoffs again as he takes up his bag, starting back to town. 

“So, you’re just gonna leave?!” you scream as he creates distance. 

“I fucking knew it!” Gordie screams, grabbing his bag as well to follow Chris on the opposite side of the tracks. 

You watch with pain as each of the boys start back to town. All except Teddy, who manages to stand there with teary eyes. 

“I just wanted us to enjoy the time, find my dog, and hopefully have one last high school hurrah before we are all forced apart,” he sniffles.

You look at him with matching sadness, “I-I’m sorry Teddy, I didn’t mean to act out like that. I just couldn’t stand another minute, let alone night, with no one planning on speaking to each other. It would have all been for nothing. Even if we had found your dog, we still would’ve hated each other. This is my fault, Teddy, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not, Y/N, it was gonna happen eventually,” his eyes watch them go, but the look in his eye is distant - his mind far beyond where they’re heading.

“We can still look for Butch together?” you manage to smile, tears brimming your eyes.

“I don’t feel like it anymore,” you can visibly see his body deflate.

“Well, can you at least stay? If there’s still some shred of them left, I think they’ll come around again. I still want to rekindle our relationship. I’ve missed you so much, Teddy,” by the time you’re finished, fresh tears are starting to roll down your cheeks.

Teddy’s voice cracks as a tear slips down his cheek, too, opening his arms to pull you in for a hug beside him on the grass.

You smile thankfully as you lean in, sighing at the comfort and history.

“It ain’t going well with my Pops, as you’d assume. He’s still a crazy bastard, but I’m sticking with him. Just for a little longer, as long as I can.”

“Understandable. We can’t forget your ear, can we?”

“Whatever,” he smirks, “What about you?”

“Mom and Dad still fight. If they aren’t fighting, neither of them are home to ensure that they don’t have to fucking see each other. Ace is still a prick, too. I wouldn’t expect him to graduate and still stay in this bum-fuck town.”

“Guess he doesn’t want his reputation to be forgotten,” Teddy giggles.

“Guess so,” you trail off, noticing the sun starting to set and the sky change color. “You think they’re coming back?”

“No, but I can hope.”

You look up at him sadly and nod. “Wanna set up camp for the night anyway?”

He nods silently, taking up his sleeping bag and finding a soft spot to lay out in the grass. 

Silently, you follow his lead, walking down the side of the tracks to the opening of the trees, laying your sleeping bag just beside the first tree, hidden under the canopy of leaves. He decides to go in a little deeper, a few feet away from you, protected by the dimmer lighting in a proactive attempt to block the harsh sun that’ll come in the morning.

Sighing, you both settle in, staring at the sky. Before you know it, your miniscule, unimportant chit chat with Teddy dies down and sleep overtakes you swiftly. There’s no dreams as you toss and turn, but your glad there’s no deeper thoughts that’ll plague you and leave you wide awake.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sleeping until the soft snapping of twigs perk your ears, harshly throwing all of the sleep from your fogged mind and automatically putting it into defensive state.

Peaking around with your eyes, you catch a figure some ways to your left, walking away from your temporary camp. By the distance the figure has created and the direction of their walk, you can tell they were either walking through or around your huddle, no doubt near your camp regardless. 

You flip onto your belly as silently as possible, hand sliding slowly to the underside of your pillow, fingers touching cold metal. You pull the gun from under you, the uncomfortable and foreign weight of it settling in your hand, bringing more unease into your heart and bones. 

You lift yourself up slowly, noticing that Gordie and Vern have, in fact, returned and settled in a circle with you and Teddy. However, there is no sign of Chris, not even a bag.

You let out a slow breath to try and calm your racing nerves as you follow the figure, gun raised and aimed at the black figure. You gain on the figure silently, until your foot makes a horrible crunch as it breaks the branch beneath it. Cursing under your breath, you raise the gun in defense, both hands grasping and eyes trained.

The figure spins around, voice accusatory, “What the f-? Hey...” the voice lowers instantly, hands coming up to show they are unarmed. “Hey, Y/N, put the gun down,” the voice registers in your head as the figure emerges from the darkness and into the glow of the moon breaking through the trees.

“Chris?” you groan, lowering the gun instantly, shoulders dropping. “What the fuck were you thinking? Sneaking around in the woods? You know the way I sleep, man.”

“Knew,” he clarifies, “And, I was just going for a walk to clear my mind.”

“Why do you keep doing that?” you ask with a creep of annoyance settling in, pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers. “Why do you keep acting like you’re camping with strangers? Like you have absolutely no knowledge of who we are?”

“Because I don’t; I don’t know the people you have all become now. Even if there are slivers of the people I knew that show every now and then, they are no longer the people they were nor who they are now,” he steps closer to you, enough to reach out to you if he wanted to.

“I can’t say that we are who we were because that’s impossible, but we are still those loving people we were. I’ve noticed that Vern still carries a comb and is a little sensitive. Gordie is still quiet and finds meanings in everything. Teddy still has such and undoubted devotion to his father and his infatuation with the army. I still bother the shit out of everyone and parent them as a way of care. But you,” you pause, assessing him as the sadness settles in your voice and heart again, a cold shock coursing through your veins, “I can only see a person in front of me. You look like Chris, you still have that leaderly inclination, but besides that, everything has changed. Even your eyes have a different look to them, yet they are still that same pair I last looked at 5 years ago.”

Chris says nothing, his mask fitting into place and revealing nothing to you - it doesn’t even look like any of your words are reaching him.

“You keep acting like everyone here is out to get you, but we are simply just being ourselves. You see us as enemies because we had a falling out, but that’s natural. We changed - you changed - and you want to blame us for something that was out of our hands. We are still here for you Chris, I’ve always been here,” your voice is cracking as you look down at your feet, kicking some leaves and twigs to divert your attention somehow. 

A hand reaches beneath your chin, tugging your head up to look into those sapphire irises once again. “You were never my enemy, you were my greatest fear,” Chris says, a pitiful grin pulling at his lips. “You know why I chose to become better? Why I went out with the cheerleaders, tried out for football, worked hard to get into the smart kid classes?”

“W-Why?” you look at him, pain and confusion streaking your E/C eyes like lightning in a storm. 

“Because I knew that if I stayed where I was, I would never be able to give you what you wanted - never been able to give you everything you deserved. At first, I distanced myself because I thought I would never be good enough for you; that distance was what you needed and for me to get out of your sights, so that that better man would show up and lift you off your feet. But, you were insistent,” Chris giggles sadly as his mask starts to fall, his eyes showing the same pain and suffering that reflects off of yours. “I chose to blame you for the pain of losing you, so you would never look at me with those eyes again; never show me this source of genuine love that was undeserved and unfair.”

“But, you promised me that we would be together forever?” you question, a tear slipping from your eye as you stare at him with the newfound information. Pain of losing him, sadness of bringing such turmoil and insecurity to himself, suffering from the rift that could’ve never been, and regret that if you had known, this would have all been avoided as a whole.

“I know I made that promise, and I’m the world’s biggest hypocrite and idiot. It doesn’t matter how far away we’ve become, you can still manage to look at me with that undeserved care?” he mostly questions himself as his eyes search all over your face, both hands cupping your face in his hands. 

Your hands go up to hold his wrists, looking at him with such longing. “You deserve the world, Chris. You always have and always will. You are too pure for the hand you were dealt, and yet you still push yourself farther above.” 

His eyes round and snap to yours with confusion and disbelief, searching you for some sort of trick. “I’ve always loved you, Chris. No one has ever made me so damn pissed off or more loved with just one look or action. It doesn’t matter who I’ve used or dated to temporarily distract me, I’ve always worried and searched for you. You’ve always been in the deepest part of my brain. I-I still love you...so damn much.”

“You’ve always been different and I like that. You’re the biggest pain in my ass, but my greatest mistake. I love you, Y/N,” Chris smiles, a genuine display of delight and content as tears slide down his cheeks with the relinquishment of pain and torture. He’s waited too damn long for this. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he smirks devilishly, eyes delving to your lips and up to your eyes before he leans in.

Your chapped lips meet his fresh, plump ones, smeared with chapstick with the taste of lemon. Your hands goes up to tangle in his long, blonde locks as his arms reach down to your hips to keep you tightly trapped against him; like he fears that if he doesn’t hold you tight, you’ll slip away like every dream he’s ever had of you - his greatest happiness. 

You pull him in just as tight, arms around his shoulders as your hands tug, fearing the feeling of losing him again. When you part for air, you still never let go of each other, your head ducking in between the crook of his neck and shoulder. You breathe in his scent and save it to your memory as a smell you hoped to never forget or live without. 

“Well, it’s about damn time! God damn!” Teddy yells from his cross legged position on his sleeping bag. 

Gordie and Vern start to whoop and holler from their comfort of sleeping bags with deep pleasure and happiness. 

“I knew you guys would make up eventually,” Vern added with a soft giggle.

“I was starting to miss my parents,” Gordie chided with a roll of his eyes.

“Does that mean we can all be friends now?” Vern adds with a playful glint in his eye and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“I mean, I guess I could, y’know, hang around a while,” you tease, earning a shove to your side by Chris as you both walk back to your seats on your sleeping bag. 

That night, you all stayed up late trading stories of what you’ve missed within the short time away from each other, and for once since the start of your adventure, you see the benefits of their changes.

They aren’t the same people you once knew because they are now their best versions, and will continue to change for the many years to come. It’s only up to you guys to keep that connection strong and adapt with them that will keep you all bound together forever. 

It was your greatest promise, but there’s been a few changes: “No matter how far away we are nor how different we become, we will always find a way back to each other. Friends forever.”

You and Chris made your own promise, too: “Whatever happens, we will learn to overcome together, forever and always, in love and sickness, at the best and worst moments. Lovers forever.”

#chris chambers #chris chambers x reader #chris chambers imagine #river phoenix #river phoenix x reader #river phoenix imagine #stand by me #stand by me x reader #stand by me imagine #gordie lachance #wil wheaton #Jerry O'Connell #vern tessio #teddy duchamp #corey feldman #ace merrill #keifer sutherland #1986

[venusisgeeky]

Ace Merrill with a plus-size!reader

Hey everyone I hope you are all doing well I hope you enjoy these headcanons. Feel free to like and reblog it would mean the world. Also please request I would love to do requests

Warnings- none

Ace x plus-size!reader

I don’t think Ace would care about body size

Like it’s not even important to him

If you’re hot to him, you’re hot

Also in the book it was said all the girls they dated weren't exactly conventionally attractive

Not that you aren't attractive

You would be his prized possession

Constant worshiping

From him and the cobras

Ace would force them

Ace is a definite thigh man so expect the thigh praise

“How did you come to have such beautiful thighs”

Something weird like that

Ace has a weird way of showing affection

He like thighs that’s the moral of the story

He would also praise every part of you though

He also wouldn’t never be afraid to be seen with you

You’re his Cobra Queen/king, why would he be afraid

It’s something that can be quite baffling to you that an attractive guy like Ace would give you all this praise and affection.especially if you were never treated that way

I feel like Ace (even though he would never admit it) is a huge on cuddling

Especially when you came a long

Nuzzling his head in your neck, legs wrapped around your hips, arms around your waist

Completely envelopling you with his body

You’re very soft

If you ever feel insecure, Ace makes sure you know you’re perfect to him

He would never want his Cobra Queen/king to be insecure

Overall he would love you

#ace merrill #ace merrill x reader #gn!reader #x plus size reader #plus size reader #ace Merrill headcanons #keifer sutherland #stand by me #chris chambers #gordie lachance #i love ace #venusisgeeky #please reblog

[mychemicalimagines]

Requests Open!!

Requests are open (One Shots or Head-cannon) for the following:

Supernatural: Dean, Sam, John

The Lost Boys: Michael, David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne

Stand by Me: Ace, Eyeball, Aged up Chris, Aged up Gordie

Marvel: Steve, Bucky, Thor, Clint

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Stefan, Klaus, Elijah, Kol

The Walking Dead: Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Shane

Scream: Billy, Stu, Randy, Dewey

Johnny Depp or his Characters: Willy Wonka, Sweeney Todd, Captain Jack Sparrow

Zac Efron or his Character: Troy Bolton

American Pie: Jim, Oz, Finch, Kevin

No MalexMale!Readers. Preferably no Poly!CharactersxReader

#dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #john winchester x reader #michael emerson x reader #david the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #ace merrill x reader #eyeball chambers x reader #chris chambers x reader #gordie lachance x reader #willy wonka x reader #sweeney todd x reader #captain jack sparrow x reader #troy bolton x reader #chris ostreicher x reader #damon salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #kol mikaelson #steve rogers x reader #daryl dixon x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #randy meeks x reader #dewey riley x reader #jim levenstein x reader #glenn rhee x reader

[thehclfbloodprince]

I’m working on requests and I’m excited about getting them finished and posted! Please send in more as well

#send in requests #requests open #spn crowley x reader #gabriel x reader #spn lucifer x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #pope heyward x reader #jj maybank x reader #sam winchester x reader #jerome valeska x reader #heath ledger joker x reader #patrick verona x reader #ace merril x reader #chris chambers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #loki x reader #edward cullen x reader #cedric diggory x reader #severus snape x reader #regulus black x reader #blaise zabini x reader #dallas winston x reader #good girls rio x reader

[old-love]

Fourth of July

Summary: Fourth of July with the cobras :)

Warnings: minor language & alcohol

Well, here you are sitting in the bed of a truck out in Billy's back fields, following the yearly tradition. A tradition that had started in junior high with your childhood friends.

You've been kickin rocks in the dirt with these boys since you were diapers and you didn't have  a problem with that.

   You took a swig of your beer, making sure to watch how much you drank because we all know what happens after six beers. You sat up slightly, stretching out your back, as you watch Billy and Charlie argue over how the fire works should be done. You sighed and just shook your head. Gosh, those two were something else.

  "What's with you?" You heard Ace's rough voice ask, “Because if you start bitchin, I'm going to take your ass home." The boy threatened as he turned his head to look at you.

"Oh, just thinking about how fucking brainless those two are, Johnny~" you hummed before a shit eating grin pulled at your lips.  No matter how many times they told you not, you'd always call them by their real names just to piss them off.

"Jesus fucking Christ, (y/n)! I've told you before to not call me that! Do it again and I'll gut you." Ace grumbled angrily before throwing his tooth pick at you.

  You smiled sweetly before flipping the bird to Ace.

After that interaction, you and Ace fell into a silence, but a comfortable one at that.

"Hey (nickname), wanna light any off?" Eyeball asked, asking if you wanted to help shoot off any of the fireworks. He then waved his zippo in the air.

"Not this time, almost blew my fingers off last year." You laugh slightly as you politely declined your friend’s offer. Last year, you partook in some of indecent actions. Which was throwing ground flowers at each other.  You had lit one up and before you could throw it, it had decided to blow in your hand. Nothing too serious happened, but only a few blisters.

  "Yeah, wouldn't want you getting hurt again." Eyeball said as he puffed the smoke of his cigarette through his nose.

The night went off with the little fireworks, which was filled with laughs and the boys fucking off and being rather dumb. 

As all of you finished off the small fireworks and finally worked up to the bigger ones.

All of you had pitched in some money to get one of those really N I C E fireworks and , of course you were gonna shoot it off and now was the time.

  Billy took his lighter to the wick of the firework, causing it to spark and run down. Billy quickly dashed away, avoiding any dangers.

Everyone watched, waiting for it, but nothing happened. You all heard it shoot off but nothing happened, just awkward silence. The silence was broken by eyeball howling in laughter, causing the others to laugh as well.

"Shit, man , shit!" Vince shouted as he slammed his first against the hood of his car, most of his money wasted on a fluke firework.

——-

I wrote this last year and decided to post it here. I still find this one so funny.

#I wrote this last year and I’m posting it here:) #fourth of July #4th of July #stand by me #eyeball chambers #ace merrill #Billy tessio #charlie hogan #ace Merrill x reader #eyeball chambers x reader #Billy tessio x reader #Charlie hogan x reader #the cobras #the cobras x reader #Gordie lachance #Chris chambers #teddy duchamp #Vern tessio #the body #the body by Stephen king #writing

[ghoul-lover9000]

Being in a Love Triangle with Ace Merrill and Eyeball Chambers

Eyeball took a liking to you first. In all honestly, he was only interested because he thought you were hot and bragging to the boys about getting with you, one of the most sought after people in town, would score him major points, even Ace would have been impressed.

Your interactions are full of him flirting, you being completely oblivious to it, you asking about him because you’re genuinely interested in what kind of person Eyeball is because you’ve heard quite a lot of rumors about him and his “gang”, and him falling into a long truthful conversation with you, forgetting the previous plot of trying to get into your pants. 

However, after talking to you and actually enjoying being around you, he realized something terrifying: he had it bad for you. When Eyeball saw you walking around town, he couldn’t help, but say hi and start talking to you, even if the Cobras are around. Of course, to you, this is normal. You both are friends and that’s what friends do, but, to Ace and the boys, this is major. 

Eyeball’s new interest in you peaked Ace’s curiosity. How can someone turn one of his tough gang members into a fucking whipped puppy in a matter of a week?

Ace rolls up in his car while you’re walking home and offers you a ride. You know what everyone’s told you about him and his lackluster driving record, but the rest of the way to your house was uphill and you were tired, plus Ace was a friend of Eyeball’s. He wouldn’t hurt you, right? 

The car ride was pretty smooth. Fast, but definitely nothing that could be considered dangerous. 

Ace: So, you’ve been hanging around my boy, Eyeball. “Yeah. ‘Your boy’ is pretty sweet. Rough around the edges, maybe, but sweet.” Ace: Never thought anybody would describe Richard ‘Eyeball’ Chambers as sweet. You must be pretty special or pretty stupid. “Either way I’m pretty. So Ace, what’s one of the most dreaded teens in Castle Rock doing picking up and questioning little ol’ me?” Ace: Just wanted to check you out. You did turn my friend into a drooling mess. I thought it’s the least I can do. 

It was silent for a while after that. “Did you really make a log truck run off the road?” Ace: What does that have to do with any of this? “I don’t know. I’m curious and this is the longest conversation I’ve had with you.” Ace: Yes. “Really? You gotta tell me the story!” Ace: No story, it just happened. “Bullshit.” Ace: Oh, look, we’re here. Get out. “You’re going to tell me that story, Merrill. If it’s the last thing I do.”

From then on, Ace made a habit of picking you up when he saw you walking home and these conversations built on asking about rumors became common place. 

Okay, Ace understands now. It’s just something about your genuine curiosity that keeps him wanting to take the longer routes to your house so that the both of you can talk about if he’s ever cut a kid’s ear off for touching his hair. Make no mistake, he’s not going to drool over you like Chambers, but Ace certainly wants to be the one with you on his arm. 

Eyeball finds out about Ace’s free rides from Charlie and Billy because those guys cannot keep a secret to save their lives. Eyeball doesn’t know what to do with this information. He knows Ace is probably interested if he’s been giving you rides almost daily, but he’s his best friend, he wouldn’t do that to him, right?

They may seem like very straight forward guys, but make no mistake. This war is fought very passive aggressively. Ace took you for a ride again? Well, Eyeball is gonna have to sneak in your window and hang out with you for the rest of the night. 

God help you if you see them walking together in town because they will race each other to get to you. Ace likes to act like he’s above Eyeball, but he likes you just as much as Chambers. 

Ace actually tries to be gentlemanly for you like opening doors for you and not calling you a dumb ass every five minutes. It’s sweet.

Eyeball looks out for you because he knows that Ace can be a wild card at times and he’s worried about you getting hurt because of some crazy shit that Ace has gotten up to. 

The gang is tired of their constant passive aggressive feuding and they debate confronting the two Cobras, but you beat them to the punch. 

You’re not completely oblivious. However, you think that they probably just want to get into your pants with how desperate some of the things they do are. You confront them and you learn that, on the contrary, they actually really like you and they’re both interested in going steady with you. 

Both of them get really insecure because Ace sees Eyeball as a really clean and handsome guy who’ll probably get you because he’s not completely emotionally stunted and Eyeball sees Ace as this confident, cool, rough guy who would end up getting you because he’s not afraid of taking what he wants, but they will never admit this, because they’re men in the 1950s who are supposed to not have genuine emotions. 

In the end, you’re gonna need to either pick one of them or... date both of them?

Should I do a “part 2″ where you are dating both Ace and Eyeball? Honestly, Ace and Eyeball own me rn. I am nothing but a slut for these men. 

#stand by me headcanon #stand by me #stand by me fanfic #eyeball x reader #eyeball chambers #eyeball imagine #ace x reader #ace merrill #ace merrill imagine #ace merrill headcanon #eyeball headcanon #ace x reader x eyeball #80s movie

[thoushallnotfall]

No Good

Masterlist

Pairing: Ace Merrill x Chambers!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Notes: I’ve been sick lately, so you know ya girls been binging all her favorite comfort movies. Every time I watch Stand By Me I think to myself ‘I need to write for Ace; the love of my life.’ And now here we are.

This uh...this got kind of heavy for a minute there. It's angsty that's for sure, but I mean we get some good fluff at the end? So...yay?

Let me know if you’re interested in any more Ace fics! ❤️

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

"That’s enough Ace!” You yell as you run across the street. “Let him go!”

Ace Merrill, local gang leader and world-class jerk, was currently pinning your little brother to the ground.

“Aw, how sweet--is big sister here to rescue you?” Ace taunts your brother as he holds a lit cigarette up to his face.

“Beat it y/n; this is none of your business.” Richie, your older brother, says as you approach.

“Of course it's my business when your friend is threatening our little brother!" You snap. "Now get off him Ace! I'm not kidding around here." You warn, looking down at the blonde. He smirks.

"Oh yeah?” He says, standing up to look you in the eyes. “You gonna do something about it sweetheart?" You stare him down as Chris, now free, jumps up and goes to stand by his friend Gordie. Ace smirks as you glare at him, and you roll your eyes as you turn to your brother, checking him over for any injuries.

"You okay?" You ask, hand going up to push back the wisps of hair on his forehead as you look over his face for any cuts or burns. He quickly pushes your hand away.

"I'm fine y/n, stop fussing." Chris says, though there isn’t much fight in it. You sigh as you look down at him, looking far more mature and world-weary than any 12 year old should. Your concern for you brother ebbed, it was quickly replaced with a tide of anger. You put your hands on your hips as you turn to Ace and Ritchie.

“Uh oh Eyeball--I think she’s mad at us.” Ace jokes as Ritchie laughs. You scowl.

“What’s wrong with the two of you, huh? Do you get off on picking on a couple kids that can’t fight back or what?” You ask as you scowl at them.

“Listen Y/N, my friend here was only politely askin’ Chris to take back an insult he so rudely threw Ace's way. That’s all.” Richie replied, smirking as he places his arm on Ace’s shoulder.

“You know you should really teach that brother of yours some manners y/n.” Ace adds with a smirk.

“That’s bullshit!” Chris says behind you, and you turned to look at him. “I called him an asshole because he stole Gordie’s hat!” You turn back around and see the hat in question, now sitting on top of Ritchie’s curly head. “Gordie’s brother gave him that hat! They can't have it!” Chris adds, and your frown deepens. Everyone knew what happened to Dennis Lachance; that hat probably meant a lot to his little brother.

“Eyeball, did you see me steal anything?” Ace asks Richie with a smirk.

“No way Ace--the kid gave it to you.” Ritchie responds.

“That’s a lie!” Gordie yells as he stares daggers at Ace.

“This is ridiculous; just give the hat back Ritchie.” You say as you move to take the hat off your bother’s head. Ace snatches it before you have the chance.

“Now hold on a minute,” Ace says as he holds the hat up just above your reach. “The kid gave me this hat--it’s mine, fair and square.”

“Stop fooling around and just give me the hat Ace.” You say as you jump up to snatch it from his hand. He moves it away from you at the last second as he smiles. He leans forward, invading your space.

“What’ll you give me for it?” He asks, looking you over with his icy blue eyes. You glare back at him.

“You know damn well I don’t have anything to give you.” You say, annoyed beyond the point of caring about manners.

“Oh--hardly ladylike of you y/n, cursing at me like that.” Ace replies sarcastically.

“Shut up and just tell me what you want.” You shoot back. He laughs.

“Feisty as always I see.” He smiles. “I like that.” He holds the hat out to you. “Go out with me tonight and you can have it.” The two of you stare each other down, while Ritchie looks over at his friend in surprise.

“Hey come on Ace--that’s gross man, she’s my sister!" Ritchie says, looking horrified at the idea.

“Don’t do it y/n--who knows what he’ll do to you.” Chris pleads behind you. You and Ace ignore them as you glare at him and he stares back with a crooked grin on his face.

“Fine.” You agree.

“Y/N!” Chris exclaims in shock. Ace's smile widens with satisfaction.

“But you give Gordie his hat back now.” You add.

“If I give the kid the hat now, how will I know you’ll hold up your end of the deal?” Ace asks.

“Unlike some people, I’m not a liar.” You say. He stares back at you, before laughing.

“Alright, deal.” He says, offering you the hat which you quickly grab from his hand. “I’ll pick you up at 8.” He says as he turns to walk away; Ritchie looking between you and Ace before he runs off to join his friend.

You glare at their retreating backs until they turn the corner. You turn to Chris and Gordie, both of them looking at you mournfully. You smile at them, offering the hat to Gordie.

“Here, I think this is yours.” He looks down as he takes the hat from you.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He says as he hugs the hat close to his chest.

“You know usually, when someone does something nice for you, you thank them.” You say, smiling as you lightly ruffle his hair.

“R-right. Sorry--I mean, thank you.” He says, putting the hat back on his head with a small smile.

“What were you thinking y/n?” Chris cuts in, clearly upset. “You know what that asshole could do to you?” He asks, looking at you with concern. You just smile back.

“You don’t have to try and protect me Chris--I’m the big sister, remember?” You remind him. “Listen, don’t worry about Ace; I can handle him.”

“But--!” He tries to argue.

“That’s enough now.” You cut him off. “I’m a Chambers--we’re made of tougher stuff, right?” He sighs, looking at the ground.

“Yeah.” He agrees, before lifting his head. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.” You laugh.

“I promise.” You say. “Now, it looks like you two have somewhere to be.” You say, eyeing their sleeping bags. “Go have fun, and don’t worry so much.”

You watch them leave as Chris waves back at you. You return the wave, watching them until they were out of sight. The boys no longer visible, you let out a long sigh.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, wondering just exactly what you’d gotten yourself into, before turning on your heels and heading for home.

It was all well and good to say you that you’d be fine--it was another thing entirely to actually back that up. You'd know Ace for a long time, and while you didn't think he would do anything to you, there was always that lingering chance you were wrong.

--

That evening you lie to your parents and say you’re going with a friend to the movies, before leaving to wait a little ways down the road. You didn’t even want to think about what your dad would do if he found out you were going out with a boy--especially one like Ace.

While you're thinking about the potential consequences of getting caught in a lie while also being out with a boy, the boy in question pulls up next to you on the street. Surprisingly, he's on time.

“So excited you couldn’t even wait inside, huh y/n?” He asks with a smile. You roll your eyes.

“Cute.” You reply sarcastically as you get in the passengers seat. “You know my dad; he would kill us both if he saw me leaving with you.”

“He could try.” Ace jokes, though you had a feeling it was said more genuinely than he let on.

“Let’s just go before anyone sees us.” You reply.

“Yes ma’am.” He says, driving off into the night.

--

Neither of you say much on your way to the diner. Your thoughts drifted between how much trouble you’d be in if Ace didn't get you back at a decent time, and thoughts of Ace himself. You’d know him for a long time--before he was Ace. Back then he was just John; the troubled kid from school your brother palled around with.

You were younger than Chris is now when you'd first met him. You were shy as a child, and you didn't understand why people treated you differently. Now you know of course--everyone knew the Chambers were a bad family. So there's no way your deadbeat dad could raise anything but deadbeat kids. The three of you were bad seeds going nowhere fast. As far as Castle Rock was concerned, you were all no good.

Since good mothers didn't like their kids hanging around with anyone from the Chambers family, you never did have many friends growing up. Instead, you followed Ritchie around like a duckling; despite his constant complaints about it.

And that's how you met Ace. He and your brother constantly picked on you or would leave you behind when they ran off to play, but you didn't care. You would take anything over being alone. And sometimes, in those rare moments when you and Ace were left alone together, you saw a different side of him. When he wasn't trying to act out for his friends, when he wasn't showing off or acting tough. He was almost vulnerable then, a bit unsure of himself, and more than anything you remember how sometimes, he could even be kind.

The moments were always so few and far between that every time it surprised you; that he could be nice to someone, and that the someone was always you. You wondered sometimes if anyone else had ever seen that side of him, or if those fleeting moments of sweetness were reserved just for you.

Now more than ever you wondered if that side of him was still buried somewhere inside him, or if he'd let it die along with his name--strangled down deep in the darkness of his heart.

--

You pull into the diner, the lights from it's neon sign washing the parking lot in a soft, red glow. Ace parks his convertible and a carhop quickly comes out to take your orders before hurrying back inside. Ace pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the top pocket of his shirt as you turn to him.

"Okay, what's your game?" You ask point blank.

"What do you mean?" He asks back, pulling a cigarette from the pack and placing it lightly between his lips before putting the pack away. He lights it, quickly snapping the lighter shut as he takes a long drag.

"I mean, what are you trying to accomplish from all this?" You throw your arms out to vaguely gesturing around you. "Because if you think you'll be getting anything from me tonight you've got another thing coming." Ace throws his head back as he laughs, the cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers.

"I'm serious--I know you Ace Merrill, and I know when you're going with a girl you're only after one thing." You say as you look over at his profile. He takes another puff from his cigarette, slowly blowing out a cloud of smoke. He smiles at you as he ashes over the side of the car.

"Well damn, it sounds like you got me all figured out sweetheart." He says, smirking as he turns his head to look at you. "And yet you still agreed to come out with me tonight, so what do you know about that?" You scowl.

"I was coerced and you know it! Like I'd willingly agree to go out with you." You huff, crossing your arms as you slide down in your seat.

"Ouch--that's not a very nice thing to say y/n." He says sarcastically, still smiling.

"As if you have any room to talk." You snap back. "You're a jerk to everyone you meet."

"Funny, I don't recall ever being a jerk to you." He responds. You open your mouth to argue, then stop.

When was the last time he'd actually been mean to you? Had he ever, really? Sure, there was his general abrasive attitude and his sarcastic jokes--but had he ever, genuinely said something meant to hurt you?

"See, you can't think of anything. Admit it, I have always been good to you." He says, a triumph grin on his face.

"Good might be an exaggeration--and anyway that hardly matters. You not being a total jerk to one person doesn't change the fact that you're a bully to everyone else." You counter, sitting up as you speak. "I mean, just look at how you were treating my brother today!"

"Listen, the kid's gotta learn sometime how harsh life is; I'm doing him a favor teaching him how the world works." He says, flicking the butt of his cigarette out into the parking lot.

"A favor?" You repeat. "All you're doing is making life harder for a good kid who already has it hard enough." You slump back down as you sigh, looking down at the dashboard. "Trust me, he doesn't need a lesson about how hard life can be." You say more to yourself than to him.

Ace eyes you from the driver's seat, but before he can say anything the food arrives and the moment passes.

You eat your burgers and fries, talking about nothing in particular. Ace is his usual, rough self, but you grow a little more comfortable as you talk. Mostly you bicker back and forth, the whole conversation one small argument after another. Still, it wasn't an uncomfortable atmosphere to be in.

You talked to Ace less now than you did as kids, but you fell back into step like you still spent everyday together. His usual goading and pestering, and in return your typical annoyed response. Maybe you seemed like you weren't enjoying the conversation, but in truth you didn't mind. If anything, as much as you would hate to admit it, you almost missed talking to him like this. Not worrying about his gang or your brother or whatever anyone else thought about it.

Just two old friends talking like they'd never lost touch in the first place--though you'd sooner swallow your own tongue than say any of that to his face.

--

After you finished eating Ace told you he wanted to take you somewhere. You were a little worried about the time--or where in God's name he was planning on taking you--but it's not like you really had a say in the matter. Ace pulled out of the diner and headed out of town without a word of input from you. He soon turned on a country road that started to go up, and before you knew it you were parked on a cliff side out in the wilderness. From your spot above the world, you could see the lights of Castle Rock surrounded by a blanket of darkness.

You scowl over at Ace.

"Are you serious? I told you--"

"Just shut up and get out of the car, would ya?" He says, jumping out the side of the convertible. He moves around and grabs a small metal cooler from the floorboards behind the driver's seat. You watch him suspiciously as he heads to the front of the car, getting up to sit on the hood.

"You coming or what?" He asks, looking back at you as he sets the cooler down.

"Fine--but you better not try anything funny." You warn, getting out of the car. You hop up on top of the hood, cautiously sliding up to the back. You pull your knees up and wrapping your skirt around your legs, hugging them to your chest.

"Relax already. If I was gonna try something I would've done it in the car." He tells you as he opens the ice chest to grab a beer. He pulls out a Swiss Army knife and opens it up, using the bottle opener to pop the top off the bottle. He offers it to you, and--after a moment of contemplation--you slowly take it. He quickly works on getting himself one as you take a sip.

He takes a swig of his beer as he looked out over the scenery in front of you. It was a nice view. The two of you sat for awhile, just silently enjoying the scenery while you drank.

"Nice view, huh?" He says absently after a long while.

"Yeah, it is."

"Reminds me just how small this town really is." He takes another drink from his beer as he talks. "Can you picture being somewhere like New York City? You could go all the way up in the tallest skyscraper they got and look out, and you would still never see the end of it. Can you imagine living somewhere that big? Where no one knows you?" He asks.

"No, I can't." You answer honestly.

"There's trains that can take you further and faster than any car, boats that can take you around the world, and now they got planes that can fly you through the sky." He takes another drink. "All that, and I'm still gonna die in this shit town." He says, looking out over the lights of Castle Rock with contempt. You look over at him, staring quietly at his handsome face. You knew what he meant, how he felt. You felt it too.

"You don't have to. You could leave, go someplace else. Somewhere new." You say. He laughs through his nose.

"Yeah, go where?" He asks.

"Anywhere." You reply. He smiles, though there's no humor in it.

"Let's be real y/n; some people just weren't meant to leave." He finishes his beer as he smirks. "We both know the only way I'm getting out is behind six feet of concrete or laying six feet under--whichever comes first." He throws his bottle hard, and it disappears over the side of the rocks down into the trees.

You had never heard him be so introspective before. Then again, you felt similar. You were sure a lot of kids from Castle Rock did, but none of you talked about it so openly like this.

"Things don't have to be that way." You say quietly. "You could change--try to be better." He laughs.

"Yeah, sure. I'll get right on that." He replies sarcastically.

"You could!" You say with more force. "I have!" You say, turning away. "I mean, I'm trying." You say, sighing. You take a long, full drink of your beer, tossing the bottle out into the darkness.

"You think I want to be stuck here forever? Just to end up like my mom? Married to some piece of shit who beats me when he's angry, and he's always angry." You start to tear up, but you keep going; your eyes looking down at you knees. "Too afraid to leave, too afraid to stop him from taking it out on our kids. Always afraid, always hurting--miserable until the day I die. And then I still won't escape because they'll bury me in the dirt of this town where I'll be trapped forever, and a tombstone will be all that's left of me. The only reminder that I lived and died here--and for what?"

There were tears running down your face, which you quickly whipped away with the back of your sleeve. You looked back over at him, his face was a mask, hiding any hint of emotion.

"I refuse to let this place swallow me whole. I don't care what they say about my family--I'm going to be better. I'll get out of here even if it kills me, and then no one will tell me I'm no good ever again." You say with more resolve. He looks over at you for a long, quite moment, then cracks a smile.

"Listen, you point me to the assholes telling you that, and we'll just see how good they are at name-calling when they've got broken jaws." He jokes. You can't help but laugh in spite of yourself.

"You see? That's the kind of thing that's gonna get you in trouble." You reply, smiling over at him. He shrugs.

"What can I say? A tiger can't change his stripes."

"Tigers are still just cats you know. Yeah, they're big, but they're only fierce when they need to be. And just like house cats, they can also be sweet." He laughed at that.

"Yeah, just imagine me--sweet."

"You could be, if you tried." You say, smiling at him.

"Oh really? But I thought I was a jerk? Or was it a bully?." He says as he smiles over at you. You playfully punch his arm as he laughs.

"You are a jerk and a bully." You reply. "But I also know you can be nice if you really wanna be."

"Oh yeah? That's something you know, huh?" He says, leaning in a little. "And who exactly do I got to be nice to?"

"Well, you could try being nice to me." You answer.

"So, how exactly would you like me to be nice to you?" He asks, looking at you with a playful smirk.

"You could start by laying off my little brother and his friends." You say sweetly. He throws his head back as he laughs.

"Oh is that all?" He asks, looking back down at you. "And what exactly do I get if I do?"

"You're not supposed to expect a reward for being nice." You tell him. "But," You pause as you lean a little closer. "If you're nice to me, maybe I'll be nice to you." He smiles, his eyes glancing down to your lips.

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?" He asks.

"Mhmm." You smile.

"You drive a hard bargain sweetheart, but," He leans forward. "You got yourself a deal."

You smile and close your eyes as you feel his lips meet yours. His hand moves up to cup your cheek as he deepens the kiss. Your heart was pounding like a drum in your chest and for a few, sweet moments, everything else disappeared. It was just you and Ace--no Castle Rock, no worries about the future, just the two of you together. Strange how a kiss with the right person can make you see stars, when all you saw before was the darkness.

You pull back and look at him.

"I mean it about the kids though--we're over if I find out after all this that you've still been giving them a hard time." You say. He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah I get it, I promise--now quit harping and come here." He said, pulling you to his chest as he leaned down to kiss you again.

You weren't sure what the future would look like for you or Ace; but you knew right here, right now, this is exactly where you wanted to be.

#ace merrill x reader #ace merrill #stand by me #ace merrill imagine #kiefer sutherland #thoushallnotfall

[ar-agon]

Ace?

David x reader

Summary: You left Castle Rock to just get away with some friends. They thought you need to get your mind off your high school sweetheart. Picking Santa Carla wasn’t your first option but when you see a familiar face in the crowd it took a turn. 

Warning: none that I know of

Length: 2740

It had been at least a year since everything changed in Castle Rock. Since the boy’s body had been found by the train tracks but more importantly, since your boyfriend, Ace Merrill vanished. Sure he had gotten into some trouble after dealing with the Chambers kid and Gordie. School had always been hard for him, so you weren’t surprised when he dropped. He had the job at the mechanics that paid well and you still planned to finish before finding a job at the local diner. You had it all planned out, find a house, get married after your graduation, and maybe have a kid or two. That was before Ace went for a drive one night and never came back. You assumed that he just crashed at one of the gang’s houses but when you asked them where he was none of them knew. After that you decided to wait, hoping that he would one day show up with flowers in hand and an apology on his lips. It never came through. 

Your friends had gotten worried about you as you locked yourself away in your home and never went out. They had come up with a plan once you all graduated. They decided to take you away from Castle Rock, away from anything that reminded you of the Cobra’s gang leader. They had planned everything without you, even going as far as to pack a bag for you. The trip was meant for you, but you were rather reluctant to go. Though saying no to your friends was never an option. Think of it as the last trip we will take together before we all move on. So you went, making sure to go through the bag they packed before leaving, knowing that they would try and make you wear clothes that you normally wouldn’t. Then you were off to Santa Carla, California.

Your friends insisted that you go to the boardwalk your first night. It was one of the biggest attractions that the town had to offer and who knows who you’re going to meet there. Certainly not you as your friends confidently pushed through the crowds. While your friends eagerly soaked up the attention that they were getting, you focused more on the environment around you. Looking at the lights and listening to the sounds of screams that were coming from the rides. It was definitely a nice change of pace from your slow and boring home of Castle Rock. Your eyes were scanning the crowd when you spotted a small group of punks doing the same but their eyes held more of a predatory glance than your own curious one. It made you shiver as you made sure to stay close to your friends. Though it appeared your friends had decided to walk past them, having seen them as well. To them, the group of boys was interesting and rather handsome. 

As you walked by you tried to hide the fact that you were taking them all in, mainly to tell your friends about the bad feeling you were getting from them and to stay away. That was until you saw a very familiar face was among the group.

“Ace?” you whispered as you stopped in front of the rugged bikers. It was like you were frozen in your spot as you locked eyes with the icy blue ones of their leader. Your friends paused in front of you for a moment before one of them grabbed your hand and pulled you away from them. 

“Sorry,” your friend spoke up in your defense, “you just look like someone they used to know.” She ushered you away quickly. That didn’t stop you from looking back at the platinum blond, who stared back. 

“You saw it, right?” you questioned your friends once the crowd blocked any view of the biker. 

“Honey, why would Ace be here of all places?” 

“But he looked exactly like him.”

“Maybe a little,” One of your friends said, mainly out of pity. They knew how hard it was for you when Ace went missing but they didn’t want to get your hopes up. None of them had thought Ace was good for you in the first place. 

“Forget it,” you grumbled, letting your friends move past the incident by talking about what ride you all were going to go on first. None of your friends seemed to notice how absent you were in all the activities that they made you do. They just wanted to get Ace out of your mind but man that had looked like your high school sweetheart stayed cemented in the back of your mind as you explored the boardwalk and took in its sights. 

It was when you were left alone on the carousel while your friends got food that you saw him again. He and his group were walking through the horses slowly, taking in everyone that was riding as if they were stalking prey. You kept glancing at him as he came closer to you. Once he was almost upon you, you shied away staring straight in front of you. A leather cladded hand quickly came up and rested itself on your cheek before it moved your head to the right. This caused you to come face to face with icy blue eyes and a very familiar-looking face. You had to resist the urge to lean into his touch as he stared down at you. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked softly, breaking the silence between you. 

“I thought your friends told you I wasn’t him,” he answered.

“Don’t play stupid. I would know you blind, Ace.”

“That can be arranged,” he said, rubbing the corner of your eye with his thumb. You stare at him before pushing him away as you hopped off the horse you were riding to put it between the two of you. You heard the boys behind him laughing, probably finding all of this hilarious.

“You always had a terrible sense of humor,” you tell him before stomping away. You weren’t able to get very far before he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back towards him. You could barely stop yourself from crashing into his chest. 

“Now, come on bunny,” he said softly. 

Your breath hitched at the nickname. It truly was him. You had hated it when he first gave it to you. Just because you were a bit jumpy when you first met him but how could you not be. He was the local bad boy, the troublemaker. That didn’t stop him from following you around to gain your attention. And here he was, your Ace, right in front of you after all this time. Your initial joy suddenly turned into anger as you slapped him across the cheek, “you left me. Without a single word. You didn’t even have the decency to write a letter. A letter! I thought…. I thought you were dead.” Your voice trailed off in the end as the tears started to well up in your eyes. You tried to pull away from him, not wanting him to see you cry but he kept his grip firm on your arm. “Ace, let me go.” You pleaded trying again to get free. 

“It’s David, now.” 

“What?” you paused, staring at him in confusion. 

“My name. It’s David.” 

You shook your head in disbelief, “so what? You came to California just to change who you are? Were you ever going to come back?” 

“I planned on it,” he tells you.

“Why didn’t you? I waited.”

“I couldn’t.” 

“Why? Did I do something to push you away? Did you get into trouble? I could have helped.” 

He shook his head cupping your cheek gently, “you couldn’t this time.” 

You wanted to get away from him, he brought back too many memories that you wanted to forget. The love you once felt for him was coming back the longer you were around him. You knew escaping him was not an option you had so you admitted defeat by taking a step forward so you could lean into his touch. The tears were flowing freely now. He wiped them away with his thumb as he wrapped his other arm around you to pull you into him. Your tears now wetting his jacket. You breathed in his scent. He still smelled the same, like cigarettes, the woods, and cologne. Though the motor oil that used to linger was gone. It was clear that he didn’t work on cars anymore. 

“Come with me Y/N,” Ace… David suddenly said. 

“Where?” You pulled back to look up at him. You were no longer crying but you could still feel the tears staining your cheeks. 

“Our hang out.” 

You laughed softly, “of course you have another one. Please tell me it’s not a junkyard.” 

“It’s not a junkyard.”

“Good… but I can’t leave my friends.” 

“I’ll bring you back before they even know you’re gone.”

“Promise.” 

He nods, stroking your cheek with his thumb again. Once the carousel stopped you followed him off. His friends had left you two to talk but you could see them standing by their bikes as you got closer to them. Ace got on his own before holding his hand out for you. 

“Oh, um.”

“Still don’t trust me?”

“You never had the best driving record,” you pointed out, remembering when he faced down a log truck with his black Ford Coupe. You could almost feel the wind in your hair as he sped up and the terror in your gut as the truck kept getting closer. Though he wasn’t Ace anymore, what did he say his name was now, David? It was fitting, you’d have to say but was his name the only thing that changed.

“I’ll be careful this time,” he looked down at his hand. You sighed not entirely believing him but taking it anyway. He used your grip to gently help you sit behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist before settling on the bike, “alright boys. Let's ride.” His two companions nodded before pulling out and down the boardwalk. David followed shortly after causing you to tighten your grip on him. He laughed as he sped up the wind carrying it to your ears. You had missed his laugh even if you never heard it often. Ace had always acted tough around everyone. You smiled as you leaned into his back mostly to shield your eyes from the sand once you hit the beach. Though it didn’t take long before the sand turned into dirt and roots. You pulled back so you could see what was around you and couldn’t help but laugh along with them as they hollered around you. The other blond that was riding alongside you shot you a grin when he locked eyes with you. You shook your head and shot him a small smile back. Before long the group stopped at a cliff’s edge. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks below was almost deafening. David helped you off his bike once he had parked his motorcycle. 

“It’s not quite a junkyard,” you said, glancing around. 

“Ah, we’re not there yet, babe,” the blond spoke up as he moved to what looked to be a cave entrance, the silent brunette right behind him. 

“Oh,” you looked a bit skeptical as you looked up at David.

“Come on, I’ll keep you safe.” 

You nodded as you followed him to the rickety-looking stairs. David kept his hand hovering behind you in case you stumbled. “I think this might be worse than the junkyard,” you mumble, completely focused on where you were stepping. David only chuckled softly jumping down to the floor of the cave. He held out his arms for you as you hesitated. 

“I’ll catch you.” 

“Okay,” it took you a moment to gain enough courage to jump and when you did David was there to catch you. Being this close to David you could tell a few slight differences from when he was Ace. His hair was longer and his chin now held a little stubble. The scar on his cheek that he had gotten from a switchblade fight was also gone. There were no rough edges about him now. You lifted your hand up and traced where the scar used to be. David closed his eyes at the touch. His skin was too cold for the hot summer weather, even at night, it was humid. “Ace.” You whispered, your voice laced with concern. He pulled away from you stepping back further into that cave. You let him go with a sigh.

“Welcome to our humble abode.” 

“You live here?” Looking around even more concerned that they didn’t have a real house to live in. Though as you took in more of the cave, it did look homey and well-lived in. There was a couch off to the side and what looked like beds with canopies in another. You walked further in coming up to a broken fountain in the middle of the space. 

“It was a five-star resort before the earthquake hit back in ‘06.” 

“Are there more rooms hidden further in the cave?”

“You know it, babes,” the blond giggled, coming up to you. 

 You giggled as you shook your head, “it’s Y/N,” you tell him. 

“Paul,” he responded before pointing over at the brunette, “the broody boy over there is Dwayne.” 

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you said honestly. The pair didn’t seem like the type of people that Ace had hung out with back at home. They weren’t the followers you were used to, they seemed to be their own person. 

“How do you know Dave?” Paul questioned sitting down on the fountain’s ledge. 

“Paul,” David spoke up in a similar commanding tone, one you had heard him use with the cobra’s plenty of times. The blond only shrugged before pulling out what looked like a blunt from behind his ear.

You looked over at David’s eyebrows frowned in confusion. Did he not want to talk about the past? If so, why were you here? You were part of the past he so obviously wanted to forget. “Why did you bring me here,” you questioned him as you turned to face him fully.

David took a step towards you so there were only a couple inches between you. He reached his hand up to cup your cheek gently, “because you’re the only thing I want back from my old life.” 

“How do I know you’re the same person I fell in love with?” you asked, “so much can change in a year.”

“And so much has.” 

“I’m not talking about names.”

“Neither am I.” 

You looked at him confused. 

“Come,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the couch. You sat down as Paul brought over a jeweled bottle. David kneeled in front of you taking the bottle from the blond. 

“You know I don’t drink,” you tell him. 

“I know.” 

You stared at him as he lifted the bottle to his lips taking a good swig. He closed his eyes as he swallowed like whatever he drank was worth savoring. He held it out to you, you took it very hesitantly bringing it to your nose to take a whiff. Whatever was in the bottle smelt sweet with a hint of something metallic after but the very familiar alcohol smell was missing. 

“What is it?” you questioned. 

“Something that will let us be together.” 

“Ace,” you said softly. 

He took your free hand in his and brought it to his lips kissing it softly, “I won’t leave this time.”

“Promise?”

He nods, “promise.” He looks at you expectantly though not in a way that makes you feel pressured. You looked down at the bottle before bringing it to your lips. The liquid felt sweet as it ran down your throat. You could feel it start to warm you from the inside out as you pulled the bottle away from you. David cradled your face in his hands with a soft smile on his face before he pulled you into a kiss. You eagerly kissed him back. That was when you knew you had made the right decision. Castle Rock was far behind you now. You were finally home, with Ace. With the man you loved, no matter his name.

#david the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys #stand by me #stand by me imagine #ace merrill #ace merrill imagine

[miinesweeper]

🪓 — welcome to my blog.

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— oneshots

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(∞ means that it’s my hyperfixation right now, and italics means that they’re my favorite character!)

the breakfast club

- andrew clark

- claire standish

- brian johnson

- john bender

- allison reynolds

the dark knight trilogy

- jonathan crane/scarecrow

dexter

- dexter morgan

- debora morgan

diary of a wimpy kid

- rodrick heffley

ferris bueller’s day off

- ferris bueller

- slaone peterson

- cameron frye

fright night (1985 version)

- charley brewster

- amy peterson

- ‘evil’ ed thompson

- jerry dandrige

- peter vincent

gotham

- jonathan crane/the scarecrow

harry potter

(i don’t support jkr, i’m not really in this fandom anymore honestly, i just keep the characters here because they appear in matchup requests often)

- harry potter

- ron weasley

- ginny weasley

- fred & george weasley

- hermione granger

- luna lovegood

- draco malfoy

- cedric diggory

- neville longbottom

i am not okay with this

- sydney novak

- stanley barber

jennifer’s body

- jennifer check

- anita lesnicki

- chip dove

the lost boys

- michael

- david

- dwayne

- paul

- marko

- star

- frog bros

- sam

∞ ozark

- marty byrde

- wendy byrde

- charlotte byrde

- wyatt langmore

- ruth langmore

red eye

- jackson rippner

- lisa reisert

∞ scarlet hollow

- stella richmond

- avery belle

- reese kelly

- kaneeka forsyth

- oscar gutierrez

- sam wayne

- tabitha scarlet

shameless

- fiona gallagher

- ian gallagher

- lip gallagher

- debbie gallagher

- carl gallagher

- mandy milkovich

- mickey milkovich

- kevin ball

- veronica fisher

- jimmy/steve lishman

stand by me

- ace merrill

- eyeball chambers

stranger things

- nancy wheeler

- jonathan byers

- billy hargrove

- steve harrington

- robin buckley

- eddie munson

- chrissy cunningham

- lucas sinclair

- dustin henderson

- mike wheeler

- will byers

- max mayfield

- eleven hopper

∞ super dark times

- josh templeton

- zach taylor

- allison bannister

∞ twdg

season 1:

- lee everett

- molly

- ben

- glenn

- doug

- carley

- christa

- omid

season 2:

- luke

- jane

- nick

season 3:

- javier

- gabe

- kate

- ava

- eleanor

- tripp

- paul/jesus

season 4:

- marlon

- clem

- louis

- violet

- mitch

- james

- brody

- ruby

- omar

watching the detectives

- neil

- violet

∞ wayward pines

- ethan burke

- theresa burke

- ben burke

x-files

- dana scully

- fox mulder

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— most things tbh

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— blatant smut

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— real person x reader

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[queenofsantacarla]

hell yeah here it is @starmullet

warning: implied threat, light bullying

Prince Charming: Ace Merrill x M!Reader

Being the new kid in school wasn't unfamiliar to you, and frankly, you were okay with it. It was always a chance to start fresh, try something new.

Castle Rock was small, smaller than any place you had lived before. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everything about each other. You had to admit that made you the tiniest bit nervous- small towns usually weren't the most open-minded places, but luckily this was all temporary. You'd be out of here before you knew it.

Your first day at school was mostly unremarkable. You'd done it plenty of times before, stood at the front of countless classrooms and awkwardly introduced yourself before everyone moved on and forgot, and this time was no different.

Except for last period.

After being introduced you went to take your seat when a bundle of paper smacked you in the face.

"Mr. Chambers, Mr. Tessio, have some semblance of decorum, please," the teacher sighed at a greaser-looking boy towards the back, who was busy high-fiving another punk with a vaguely snake-shaped scar on his arm.

It didn't stop there. You could feel eyes on the back of your neck through the whole hour, and more than a few times you felt something smack the back of your neck.

Still, you kept your cool. Eyes forward, loose shoulders. It wasn't like you hadn't dealt with worse. When the bell finally rang, you grabbed your bag and turned around the face the two. "Well, that was fun, boys. We should do it again sometime." With a wink, you hightailed it out of the classroom, leaving them open-mouthed and gawking.

It took you a while to get back to your car, still turned around in the new environment. You almost got bowled over by a group of young teens racing to get off campus: a kid with a scarred ear was laughing over his shoulder at a round boy with red cheeks that was struggling to keep up. They narrowly missed running right into one of the nicest cars you had ever seen.

It was steel blue, open-roofed, and in excellent shape. Whoever was fixing it up had put a lot of time into it. You had to keep yourself from reaching out a hand to make sure it was real.

"Take a picture, lasts longer."

You looked up to see a guy with a bleach blonde mullet, a Hawaiian pattern shirt, and a cigarette dangling from his lip. Chilly blue eyes glared at you, but you didn't move. He was gorgeous. Certainly the best-looking guy at this place.

"Hey, Ace-" a familiar voice said from behind you. "This is the guy we was telling you about."

"Yeah, the fresh meat," another said.

Mr. Gorgeous - Ace - raised an appraising eyebrow at you. "That so? Heard you were cracking wise at my boys."

You couldn't help your smirk.

"You think that's funny, new guy?" Ace said, not once raising his voice even a little bit. It sent a shiver down your spine, that cool power he commanded.

"Come on now, guys," you said, hands up. "We we just having a little fun, weren't we? No need to split hairs over it."

Ace blew smoke at you before tapping the ash off the end. "You think charm is gonna get you out of this trouble?"

"Don't know, is it working?"

You saw his lip twitch, as if he was suppressing a smile. That only made your own smile grow, even as you could sense the gang forming around you.

"Tell ya what, Prince Charming." Ace threw his cancer stick to the ground and stomped it out, stepping up to get in your face. He pulled his print shirt aside to show you the switchblade handle sticking out of his waistband. "Since you're new, we'll give you a head start. Just 'cause I'm so nice."

"Ain't that generous of you," you drawled, looking him right in the ice blue eyes. For a split second, you thought you saw him hesitate.

"It is, isn't it boys?" Ace finally said to his gang before turning back to you. "I'm rarely nice. So I'd use that head start if I were you."

"Alright, Ace. Game on."

You were jumping in your car and speeding away before he could react.

He never did catch up with you. If he was even looking to begin with.

Oh, you were gonna enjoy Castle Rock.

#ace merrill x reader #stand by me (1986) #stand by me #ace merrill #kiefer sutherland #fade writes #sorry this took FOREVER but i really do like how this turned out

[80s4life]

Under Construction

Word Count: 1,841

Status: Suggested!

Ask: Can it be from Stand By Me with Ace were I’m like Teddy’s older sister and also wear glasses and Ace and I don’t really get along, we always bicker and he always teases me, when I’m out in the front yard I hear his car and he runs over my mailbox when I get upset and confront him we get in a little teasing argument when he pushes my glasses from sliding down and we have a moment and kiss. 

@: @gpiggy98

Fandom: Stand By Me 1984

Relationship: Ace Merrill x Female!Reader

Summary: He knew you before you knew him. Of course he did. He was the "King" of Castle Rock, or more like the main terrorist that everyone knew about, but never personally. When your brother had left for two days on a trip he stated to be a so called "mission," Teddy returned a different young man. It wasn't until some time later when you'd figured out the truth, that you'd be taking charge and standing your ground to protect your brother. With a big mark on your back and an enemy to subdue, you couldn't help but see more than you'd ever seen before.

Warnings: language, minor injury, fluff!

Masterlist  Stand By Me Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​ @intersellars-the-alien-of-human

{gif not mine, credits go to @gold-chaotic-wizard​}

Walking through the front door, silent and head down, Teddy glanced up for a moment, catching your stare, then continuing to his right to go up the stairs. “Teddy?” you call after him, but receive no answer. Placing your book down on the couch and pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose,  you call again, “Teddy?” Something's off.

Following him up the stairs, he attempts to slam the door in your face. The attempt, although feeble, made your steps falter a moment. Teddy’s never been one to back out of anything, not even a potential fight- that is, if he’s pissed at you. “Teddy?” you try for the last time, head placed against his bedroom door as you knock lightly. 

“...Just go away...” he sounds from within his room, voice muffled and slightly forced. He’s crying. The thought occurs after a moment, enabling you to push through the threshold of his room. Finally able to see him properly, his bag was thrown across the room, glasses dropped beside his bed, his body sprawled across it belly-down. Confirming your earlier thoughts, he lifts his head to look at you for a moment, eyes red and damp with many shed tears.

“What’s up, Bub?” you ask lightly, sitting at the corner of his bed and pulling his head into your lap.

“Promise not to tell mom?” 

“I promise,” you say, kissing the tip of your pinkie, then lifting it to the air, “Pinkie Swear, even.”

“I didn’t go to Gordie’s this weekend. Instead, we went on this bitchin’ adventure to go for that lost boy that was in the news. We were going to be on TV if we found him! ...And we did...He was all cut up, and bloody, and torn apart, and-and-and he was just so young. He was my age Y/N. But, then, when we were about to leave, Ace and his gang came to screw us on the whole thing and take the fame, but really, we didn’t want it anymore. Gordie and Chris were trying to cover the boy up instead, we figured it’d be best if no one knew where he was. We thought it would be better if we let him rest in peace rather than being blown all over the newspapers and stuff, ya know? Ace wouldn’t let up though, he didn’t care like we did, so Gordie pulled a gun on him, and he left...for now. He promised he’ll get us for it,” Teddy rants about the whole story of events that happened this weekend. It was when he described the boy’s body that you could finally see why he was so upset. No person should ever see such a thing, even if it was intended as a little adventure.

“Guess they don;t look the same like the movies, huh?” you try to joke, albeit sadly as you could see the swirl of emotions in Teddy’s eyes. He’s never been so vulnerable before, none of his liveliness or joking anywhere in sight.

“God no! That’s what I was thinkin’ he was gonna look like when we got there, but no. It was way worse. The producers and people got that shit wrong!”

“Hey, listen. I’m not gonna tell mom alright? And don’t worry about Ace. You, Gordie, Chris, and Vern have got nothing to worry about, I’m not going to let him get to you guys. Alright?” you ask again, cradling Teddy’s face in your hands as you wipe away the remaining tears with your thumbs. When he nods, you give him a light kiss on the tip of his nose, “Now get some sleep, I’m making some soup for dinner. Then we can watch Mickey Mouse Club if you want?”

“That sound good,” he mumbles, smoozing into the pillows and blankets comfortably.

Going down the stairs to prepare dinner, you hear a smashing noise from outside. Running to the front door quickly, you’re just able to catch Ace and his gang in a car, peeling down the street with a baseball in Billy Tessio’s hands. “Fuck you Ace!” you yell at him, satisfied when you see his head snap round to look at you, your middle finger high above your head. Just as you expected him to narrow his eyes in anger, he smirks instead, shaking his head and turning around in his seat, disappearing down the street in which he came.

///

This soon became a natural occurrence, Ace either appearing in his red convertible by his lonesome or in a group. Everyday, you are greeted with the same smashing noise of your wooden mailbox being smashed to bits. At some point, even your parents noticed Ace’s behavior and seemingly target on your house. So much so that they’d finally had enough, ordering you to either get him to stop or pay for the replacements. The latter is what you’d ended up with in the end, getting into multiple squabbles with Ace that end the exact same: him finding amusement in the whole ordeal, you flustered and out of good comebacks, and the result being that Ace continued his charades. It pissed you off to no end, the way he’d just flaunt his shit, all cocky without remorse.

That’s when an idea occurred. 

///

Marching down the front steps leading to your front door, you continue your way down to the end of the driveway. Looking down the street, you catch the familiar glow of his red convertible, this time only him in the car. Nodding to yourself, you hide behind the bush nearest the mailbox, out of view of Ace when he arrives. For days, you timed when Ace came around, the times almost lining up perfectly, like this was a part of his everyday schedule now.

The car, now coming to a slow stop, parks but remains on, the driver’s side door clamping shut upon impact as Ace steps out. Grabbing the wooden bat from the back seat, he makes his way around the car and prepares to line up his shot on the mailbox. Just as he gets ready to swing, you jump out from the bush; a horrible decision as his grip slips, the bat making connection with the side of your knee. 

Jumping back a little, it takes him a moment to notice what had just happened, your body splayed across the grass as an already purple bruise forms on your leg, whimpering in pain. “Ow!” you scream at him, trying not to cry as you get back on your feet, rubbing slow circles on the area, “Dickhead!”

“Who-Who you callin’ Dickhead, Sweets?” he stutters, still starstruck.

“I am! You just hit me with a damn bat, you Idiot!” 

“Oh, so now I’m an Idiot, too?! Who the hell jumps in front of someone with a fucking bat in their hands?!”

“I didn’t expect you to swing, dammit! I thought you’d stop when you saw me, not go through with it!” you yell, trying not to cry even more now as the pain becomes evident and the tears bubble up in your eyes.

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have gotten so damn close, and I could’ve missed!”

“You shouldn’t even be here! You shouldn’t be coming around here every. Damn. Day. Just to smash my fucking mailbox that I pay for by the way! You’ve broken so many of them that now it’s become my responsibility to pay for the new ones! And for what? Because a couple of boys found a dead kid? What were you even supposed to gain from that?! Why couldn’t you have just left everyone and everything alone?!” you scream, voice cracking at the end as the tears start to fall in frustrated droplets.

The air seems to get filled up in an intense silence, neither of you speaking nor looking at each other directly for a while. After some time, Ace speaks up, “Is that why you came out here today? To tell me everything I fuck up in?”

“No, Ace, I wanted to tell you to leave my brother and his friends alone. And, if you were just a smidge kind enough, to keep my mailbox out of it too,” you sniffle, looking at your feet.

As your glasses start to slide down the bridge of your nose again, you go to push them back up, Ace beating you to it however. Looking up at him, his hands stay on either side of your face, his thumb stroking at the soft skin. Eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, your cheeks heat up at the proximity. “What are you doing, Ace?” you whisper, so close, your breath ghosts across his lips.

“You mean, what are we doing?” he whispers back, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss just as you go to argue once more.

Slowly, you ease into the kiss, eyes fluttering close as you give in to the warmth and love behind it. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he goes to wrap his arms around your hips, finding comfort there. You forget about the pain in your knee for as long as possible, eventually pulling away from him in a flustered, embarrassed way as you go to check up on the bruise.

Getting on his knees, Ace takes your leg in his grasp, looking over what he’d done, ashamed. “It looks pretty bad, Y/N...Want me to go take you to go get it checked out?” he asks nicely, a different side of him.

“It’s just a bruise, I’ll be fine. I swear. But, if plan on this getting anywhere,” you start, pointing between the two of you, “then you better wise up, ya got me?”

“Yes ma’am!” Ace solutes lazily, smirking as he looks at the ground.

“Good,” you try to say sternly, breaking into a grin when you looks up at you through his eyelashes. “You wanna come inside and help me ice it?”

Chuckling now, Ace straightens, going to shut off the car and take the keys, grabbing your hand and leading you back through the front door. Giggling, you follow him as he tries to find everything himself, sitting you down on the couch, switching the TV on, scrambling around to find the freezer, and coming back with a bag of frozen peas. 

Panting as he hands you the peas, he stands out of breath from the little scavenger hunt, watching you. “Come on Lover-boy,” you say, pulling him down next to you on the couch by his shirt. Kicking off your shoes, he follows the same, eventually spreading out to cuddle one another. As your eyes drift to sleep in a light haze, you completely forget about the soup in the oven, jumping back up when the smell of smoke fills the room, “Shit!”

#ace merrill x reader #female reader insert #ace merrill imagine #ace merrill #stand by me #stand by me imagine #stand by me x reader #teddy duchamp #billy tessio #vern tessio #gordie lachance #chris chambers #eyeball chambers #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland x reader #kiefer sutherland imagine #1984

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

If you want out just say it

(Not my gif)(requested via message)

 (Ace Merrill x reader)(warning: cursing, angst-with a happy ending, not the greatest portrayal of what a relationship should be like but this is Ace we’re talking about)

You should have never dated that asshole. You should have never looked at his stupidly handsome face or into those beautiful eyes. Should have never even entertained the idea of being with him; him a liar and a cheat and a going nowhere nobody that wasn’t worth a sliver of your time. You shouldn’t have done a lot of things with him; you shouldn’t have ended up in his bed, shouldn't have kissed him, told him you loved him when he couldn’t even say it back. 

You should have listened to all of the warnings. You’d gotten your fair share. Your parents, your friends, hell even the Chambers kid that hung around him; you should have believed them when they told you he was no good, that he would use you and kick you to the curb. How could you have been so stupid?There had been so many warning signs and yet you ignored them all because you loved him. God, the thought made you want to puke, you were truly pathetic. Well not anymore, not after today.

So here you were, walking and blinking away the tears that blurred your vision and threatened to ruin your makeup. You couldn’t have that, you couldn’t let everyone see that they had been right, let him see that you still cared. You’d rather die than admit that you’d been wrong all along, that you’d been stupid and careless; that you were just another girl that that dirt bag had tricked and used. 

Oh, Ace Merrill was an asshole and worst of all he didn’t know when to just give up. That was one of the most infuriating parts of all this, the fact that he was still trying to pull you back in. You could hear him trailing behind you even after you’d ignored him, refusing to speak as you stormed away from him. He was still trying to apologize, giving you those pitiful half assed lines that only a man like him could pull out after messing up so bad. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He muttered and the overwhelming urge to punch him right in his lying teeth came across you. 

“Yeah? Well here we are.” You replied bitterly.

“Oh, come on, like I really mean’t it? Listen, I would have never gotten them off my back if I’d told them some sappy shit.” Excuses, excuses. It always had to be someone else’s fault, or it was his reputation, his ego, that little voice in his head that gets high off being in control. You’d hated it, you always had, how he couldn’t just own up to what he’d done.

“So I’m supposed to forgive you because it was all just a front for your gang? The gang that you are supposed to be leading?” He said nothing, your blood boiled. “You’re a coward Ace, always have been, always will. I should have never wasted my time on a piece of garbage like you.”

“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that sweetheart.” You stopped walking and turned towards him.

“I’ll talk to you however I fucking want,” you hissed. “It’s over Ace. I’m done with you.” 

With that you turned around and continued walking to the small house you shared. You flung open the door and headed to the bedroom to pack your things. 

*****

You’d stumbled across the boys on accident while they were sitting in one of the towns back alley parking lots. One of them noticed you and decided to ask Ace about you; who knew why. You weren’t sure whether he thought Ace would have said something relatively nice for him or if he knew what he was going to say was nasty. You could never trust the boys in his gang, you never knew who wanted to hurt you or not. 

“So Ace... what’s with this y/n chick?” One of the cobra boys had asked eyeing you from where you stood a little ways away from the back of Ace. Just in the range of hearing. 

“What about her?” Ace had replied taking a swig from his beer. 

“Well what is she to you?” Eyeball had asked this time although you weren’t sure if he had seen you or not. You were almost sure he hadn’t. He worshiped Ace, he never would have purposefully and so boldly messed something up for him. 

“A good fuck. That’s what she is.” Ace chuckled and you could feel your cheeks flush in both embarrassment and anger. 

“Come on Ace, you must like her. I mean you live with her?” Eyeball once again spoke up.

“She lives with me, so what? She’s a good lay and I can have her any time I want with her staying at my place. Why are you guys on my ass about this?” He furrowed his brows before he finally turned upon hearing your rough footsteps knocking across the pavement as you stormed off.

*****

You heard the door open and Ace’s footsteps as he walked to the doorway of your bedroom. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him lean against the frame seemingly unfazed by both your previous outburst and your current actions. 

“Babe what the fuck are you doing?” He muttered as he lit a cigarette.

“Don’t call me that,” you said moving to grab your makeup from the bathroom. “I’m packing my stuff, I’m leaving.” 

“Oh come on,” He scoffed, following behind you and standing in the doorway of the bathroom. “I told you it was just talk with the boys. I didn’t mean anything by it.” 

“Don’t care. Everyone told me all this shit about you Ace. And they were right. They were so right. You’re a womanizing asshole that only cares about getting his rocks off. If you wanted out you should have just said it, you should have just owned up and told me what you wanted from the start,” You turned and looked at him seeing the glare on his face as you walked towards him. “Now move.” 

“How fucking dare you.” He growled, you just rolled your eyes and pushed past him moving to your bags. He followed behind you, yelling out after you as you continued packing all of your things. 

“They don’t know shit about me! How are you gonna act like you don’t know that I love you. Just cause I don’t fucking say it? That doesn’t mean shit. I don’t want out, I’ve never wanted out. My boys don’t need to know about you and me or how I feel about you; that’s between you and me. But don’t for a second think that I don’t care about you.” He growled, moving next to you as you stuffed your things into your bag. Every time you put something in he took it out until you looked at him with tears of frustration and hurt in your eyes. 

“Come on babe” he spoke quietly, his hand gently gripping your arm and turning you so that you were fully facing him. 

“You’re pathetic.” you growled, voice raw with emotion as you pushed past him and walked out the door. You weren’t going to fall for his lies anymore. 

*****

It’d been a week since you’d spoken to or even seen Ace. You were staying at your friends place, too embarrassed and scared to return to your parents house after everything that had happened which led you to stay with your now ex boyfriend; if you could call him that, in the first place. You were sure that Ace was looking for you, several of your friends had called or came to see you telling you about how he had called them or stopped them on the street. Thankfully, even after you’d borderline ditched them for half a year they still cared about you and didn’t spill anything to the intimidating individual. 

You’d managed to retrieve most of your belongings. You’d had time to learn when he’d be home and when he wouldn't so you could avoid him easily now. You were finally just about ready to move on with your life even if you were still hurt. ‘Time heals all wounds’ your friends assured you and all you could do now was wait it out and see if they were right. 

All you knew for sure was that it was time to get out into the world again. If you saw him so be it. You couldn’t avoid him forever, at some point you’d have to face him again. And who knew, you could step your foot out of the door at any given moment and still have a chance of not seeing him. The point was that you had to start living your life again. That was the only way for things to get better. 

That’s why you were sat at a booth in some smokey downtown bar/restaurant with your friend, picking at french fries and talking aimlessly about nothing in particular. You felt good, you felt normal; you felt like your old self again. But it seemed that a lot of old things were going to resurface because as you looked up at your friend you heard the bell at the door chime and who else would walk in but Ace Fucking Merrill. 

You quickly ducked your face down, trying your best to hide your features behind your hand as you stared down at your plate. You were suddenly very glad your friend had convinced you to take the booth in the far corner of the place, out of sight of most of your fellow patrons. You swallowed thickly and tried to calm yourself as you saw him walk with some of his friends into the back of the bar. They picked up pool sticks as one of them headed to the bar and ordered a round of drinks. 

Once it was safe you whispered to your friend about the predicament that you were in. The courage that you had previously had in your hypothetical scenarios was now gone and all you wanted to do was slip silently past him without being seen. You knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, luck obviously wasn’t on your side today and Ace wasn’t one to not notice things especially when it involved pretty girls. And how right you were....

As you removed your hand from your face you glanced over and saw Ace looking straight at you as he leaned across the pool table. You quickly looked away and towards your friend, telling her that you wanted to leave now. She nodded understandingly and started to grab her things, signaling the waiter for your check. Too bad he wasn’t fast enough.

“Y/n...” You glanced up at the blonde standing beside your table; you didn’t respond. 

“You haven’t taken any of my calls.” He said lowly, watching you as he moved the pool stick he held around in his hand. It was weird seeing him like this. He seemed different, shy in a way, uncharacteristically unsure of himself. You still didn’t respond. 

He glanced back at his friends who tried to appear as though they weren’t watching the three of you curiously. Then he turned back to you, licking his lips before he spoke. “Can we talk?”

The waiter finally came with your check and your friend quickly handed him the money you owed. Eyeing you uncomfortably, waiting for your next move. “Sorry Ace but we’re just leaving.” you muttered.

“I see that,” He said, pausing before he spoke again, waiting for the waiter to walk away from the table. “but I need to have a word with you.”

“Ace, she really doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Amanda,” he responded rudely. “I really wasn’t talking to you.”

“Well I’m the only one you’ll be talking to for a while in regards to her since she-”

“Amanda,” You interrupted, trying your best to give her a reassuring glance before sighing and turning back to the blonde. “Ace I can’t talk right now....”

“Then when?” He immediately asked, less like a question and more like a demand. 

“...I don’t know when, I just-”  You struggled to think of something to say, cursing yourself for even feeling the need to provide him with any answer. 

“Then just come with me for a little while and we can talk.” 

“Ace...” You borderline pleaded, wanting nothing more than to just get out of there. 

“Come on y/n. One conversation.” He pressed and finally you sighed, looking at your friend with a defeated look before agreeing. You slid out of the booth, walking past him and out the door. You hoped that this would get rid of him once and for all.

You leaned against the concrete wall of the building, blowing an exasperated breath out of your mouth as you waited for the blonde to emerge. The bell chimed and you didn’t bother looking at him as he moved to stand in front of you.

“So what.” You said, taking a page from his book and making it sound like a subtle demand of information rather than a question. You’d thought you’d made yourself perfectly clear, you didn’t want to see him again let alone talk to him. But you weren’t sure if it was all because you were upset with him or if a part of you knew that he could worm his way into your life again just as easily as he did the first time. 

He nodded his head towards the sidewalk and started walking down it. You debated staying right where you were but you figured it was probably best to just get this done now. Once you were a little ways away from the restaurant he finally spoke up, perhaps deciding it was finally safe to say what he was going to say next without fear of anyone important hearing. 

“I love you, alright? Is that what you want to hear?” He said, eyes darting from side to side as he kept his gaze forward. 

“No Ace that really isn’t.” You muttered, picking at your nails as you kept pace with him. 

“Yeah? Well it’s true,” He insisted. “I love you more than anything in this fucking world and I can’t live with you walking out on me. It’s killing me to not have you around. I can’t stand it.”

“You should have thought of that-” He interrupted you.

“Yes, I should of thought of that but I’m a fucking idiot. What else can I say?” He paused before he sighed. “You know I’m sorry. I’ve never felt worse about something in my entire life. If I could take it back I would.”

“But you can’t.” You said stubbornly but you felt your resolve melting already and your eagerness to be with him again frustrated you. 

“No I can’t,” He agreed. “But I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right. I need you baby. You know that.”

“The house if too empty without you.” He gave you a small solemn smile as you remained silent. 

“Where you staying right now?” He asked and you decided that that was the safest thing out of his words to respond to. 

“A friends.” You spoke quietly, still guarded; still not wanting to admit you missed him and that you wanted him back. 

“I saw you got your stuff out of the house.” He commented.

“Yeah.” You replied unsure of what you should say. 

“Y/n please. Just one more chance, that’s all I’m asking. Let me show you just how much you mean to me. Nothing like this will ever happen again and if it does then I’ll let you go without any problems. You’ll be free to live your life without me. But please baby, just give it another shot. Give me another shot.” He pleaded, stopping and taking you by the hands making you look up at him. His eyes looked glassy. It was the first time you’d ever seen him look close to tears. 

“If anything like this happens again I’m never coming back.” You promised and his lips quirked into a pleased smile as he sniffled. 

“If anything like this happens again It’s your god given right to blow my head off.” He laughed, voice raw sounding and emotional like his heart was stuck in his throat. 

“See, there’s that smile, that pretty little smile.” He pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back. 

He pulled away and kissed your cheek before speaking. “You know I love you right?” 

“Now I do.” You laughed softly. 

“Well don’t you ever forget that alright?” He asked, eyes searching yours. 

“I wont.” You assured him and let him tilt your chin up, kissing your lips uncharacteristically soft.

Sure, Ace Merrill was an asshole. He knew that and embraced it but he loved you more than anyone ever had and he’d be damned if he ever let a woman like you go. A woman that loved and put up with an asshole like him. You were the one good thing in his life and he wasn’t going to let you leave anytime soon.

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[80s4life]

Being A Chambers Kid & Dating Ace Merrill HC”*

Word Count: 1,254

Status: Requested!

Ask: headcannons for what it would be like for the reader being eyeball and chris’s sister dating ace merill? and some NSFW ones too if you’re okay with that :)

A/N: Hi anon! This HC ended up being split up by before, during, and after the relationship had ended *depending on choice*. In addition, in order for me to fully portray what I’m trying to say, I have a song list below as well (it’s not too long, like 5 songs). Enjoy!

Fandom: Stand By Me 1984

Relationship: Ace Merrill x Female!Chambers!Reader

Summary: You were his forbidden fruit, his best friend’s little sister, strictly the only woman Ace couldn’t have. But, he’s has never been one to follow rules, has he? Ace simply straps you down for the long-haul of emotions constantly swirling about, making you wonder, “Is this good for me? Is this just a fling or something built to last?”

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​ @tangledcopperstrands​ 

Warnings: smut, dirty talking, breaking the law, running away from the law, angsty thoughts, angst/sadness, fluff, sweet gestures, abusive tones (but not much)

Masterlist Stand By Me Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to @buckygal95​}

Before: “The Calm Before The Storm”

You were the “Small Chambers”

Although you were stuck between the two boys, Richard “Eyeball” being 19 and Chris being 12, you were the complete opposite of the two, 17, and only girl in a house filled with testosterone and hormones

Since childhood, Ace had been tied to your brother and family - always around, always apparent, always smart-mouthing

In some ways, you liked it, loving Ace from the moment you met him

However, you were his brother’s best friend, and he was a dangerous man always shouldering the world

During the summer of 1955, you’d taken up a summer program across the country, always seeking to excel in school

Ace secretly felt as if something was missing when you left, but was unable to truly pay attention to it

He couldn’t be in love, it just wasn’t Ace

It wasn’t until you turned 17, when you returned to Castle Rock in 1959, did Ace finally take notice to your changed appearance, no longer the little girl he remembered picking on

Your figure was fuller, comfortable in its final shape, decorated with just right amount of curve, deliciously plump lips, and catching eyes that seemed stern and determined even on a clam day

You were gorgeous...but Ace wasn’t going to let you know that

During: “The Missing Pieces Finally Connect”

He never formally asked you out. Instead, he simply grabbed your arm while you were walking down the sidewalk with your friends, saying something like, “You look hungry, you should really eat something,” whilst he steered you around and dragged you to the diner

You played pool, drank, and smoke, like old times

It felt comfortable even after all the time you’d been away, and by the time you were ready to leave, a whole day was spent

He dragged you into the alleyway that night, tipsy and happy, pinned you against the wall and did something you’d always dreamed of, he kissed you

From then on, you tried to keep the relationship under wraps

Never had a mom to gossip to and not enough trusting friends, but you told Chris

Chris almost fainted. Couldn’t believe, “That Asshole’s dating my sister!”

He promised to keep the secret after he realized how happy you were

Eventually, Eyeball does fins out too, but says nothing except shaking his head defeated

Dating Ace is bliss:

Light touches when the boys weren’t around/paying attention

Forehead, cheek, and nose kisses, although they are very fleeting (unless making out privately)

Smashing mailboxes with the boys

Setting abandoned houses on fire

Stealing stuff from the drug stores

Running away from the cops hand-in-hand

Laughing and joking constantly

All-night car drives in the middle of the summer

Making out in the backseat of his car

Definitely fucked in his car, parent’s bed, on a table, in a bathroom, anywhere he could get his hands on

Ace loves hickies, bites, or just generally marking you as his even if the public didn’t know it, “Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.”

Ass and thighs worshiper (I said what I said)

10/10 with his tongue

Loves to peg you over and over again with his mouth and hands alone

Even with your strong character, you are definitely a bottom when it comes to Ace

Fucks you long and hard without remorse

WILL keep you up all night if he was really antsy or wanted to “teach you a lesson”

You’re a brat, but who cares?

Your relationship does have its lows though:

Petty arguments every once in a while

Ace, although hides it under his mask, is very insecure

Gets jealous after a while of being around one of the gang/men/males in general

His tough upbringing does make him deny any feelings for a person, let alone giving and receiving love, making it hard for you to break down his walls

You DO get through to him though, scaring him as he “feels weak,” but feels that he can trust you (as he should lol)

Ace says “I love you” first

It caught the both of you off-guard, but made the moment even better as he’d said it from the bottom of his heart

You cried (I would cry) and easily reciprocated with sincerity

He gives you pet names like “Baby doll” “Baby Chambers” “Munchkin” “Doll-face” “Honey (sarcastically most of the time)” and “Queen (occasionally)”

You settle for whatever fits at the moment, and when something new sparks, Ace always flushes a pink tint and smiles goofily while he looks down

You do have some common ones though, “My Man” “Daddy (just to mess with him)” “Blondie” “Gummy Bear” and “King of Castle Rock/King”

The Breakup: “Can’t Live Without You”

Most likely his jealousy

Ace likes to runs his mouth when he’s pissed off and doesn’t watch it when it comes to you

Throws things near you, never at you

Calls you all the names under the sun, but it’s “whore” or names based on cheating on him that hits you harder

Compares how wild you are when with him to you cheating making sense, “I should’ve known, the way you suck was just too good, huh?”

You fire back as well, mentioning his behavior rather than the unjustified claims he spews, knowing you’d never felt any other way than you did with him, completely loyal

By the end of the fights, it either ends in make-up sex or separating yourselves for a few hours

Ace isn’t one for apologies, but he does show you kindness and a softer side when he’s given the chance

Scolds himself when he hears you cry about something he said in the spur of the moment

The fights don’t ever end in breaking up, you can’t live without each other

That is, until you feel enough is enough

It’s hard, but you pack your stuff when he’s out with the boys, avoiding you

You don’t give him the say, he’s said enough

But, you do at least leave a note of your departure, going back home to Chris and Eyeball

They take you in with open arms, Eyeball somewhat being understanding and sympathetic when you go through your depression period

Constantly wondered if what had happened was your fault, if something could’ve changed the way you went out

Chris made jokes, “You know...I never really liked him anyways.”

You feel as if this is the end for you, but you’re better than that

After: “Love Lost, Lessons Learned”

You still see each other all the time, making moving on harder than you originally thought

Every place arises at least one good memory with Ace: the diner, the park, the long dirt roads, mailboxes, shiny new cars waiting to be driven, even toothpicks

You do, however, find the closer you were missing

You move on, you forgive him, you become you again

Or, a new you, as Ace had never deteriorated the person you were, he helped build an even stronger woman (he’s not manipulative/abusive!)

You catch each other staring sometimes, talk too

A friendship was rebuilt, the man you’d known was always still there

And, who knows, maybe a break was all you needed, and a story is still left unfinished?

Songs: “Bittersweet Melodies”

“Fire on Fire” by Sam Smith

“You Broke Me First” by Tate McRae

“It’s You” by Ali Gatie

“Dandelions” by Ruth B.

“Infinity” by James Young

“Happier” by Ed Sheeran

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[old-love]

Cuz I wanna

Ace Merrill x reader

Summary: Ace hits on you lol

Warnings: swearing & alcohol

You've lived in Castle Rock your whole life and you know the little business that all the shops and diners get, So they'll take anything they can get.

You went to the bar downtown today. You were supposed to meet with a friend, but they didn't show, which they either ditched you or got busted at home. Either one was possible.

You were sitting up at the counter, glancing at the clock every few minutes or so, waiting for that bastard of what you call friend. By this time, you had ordered yourself a drink, the cheapest thing you could get. Even though the sign outside clearly stated ' NO MINORS',you were able to get in and order a drink, no ID needed.

You sighed as you swished around the dark liquid in your small glass, waiting. Your gaze went back to the clock again, you turned around as you the jingle from the door being opened. You rolled your eyes as you saw Ace Merrill in all his douchebaggery. You quickly looked back at your drink. You had once been friends with that asshole , in grade school before he became a complete dickface.

"Well, look at what we got...the biggest bitch in the county, Y/N." Ace snickered as he walked behind you and leaned against the counter top, looking at you with his shit eating smirk. You scoffed and looked him up and down.

"Whatever you say, Johnny." You said as you took a sip of your drink

"Don't call me that or I'll feed you to the coyotes." Ace chuckled as he pulled up a stool and sat beside you. "Now , tell me, why is Y/N sittin all alone?'' he asked as he chewed on that stupid toothpick.

"Well, I was supposed to be here with F/N (FRIEND'S NAME), but I guess they ditched me." you said as you flashed a small smile.

"Wouldn't blame them." Ace snickered as he looked at you, his eyes heading South.

"Eyes up here, Merrill." You snapped as you push his head up, his only response was a chuckle followed by a smirk.

You two talked for a few more minutes before the rest of Ace's gang showed up, them laughing and being the hoodlums that they are. Of course they went quieted as they saw Ace talking to you. You didn't hear, but Fuzzy whispered something to Vince, probably about you.

"Can I fucking help you?" Ace asked with sternness, his eyes darting to his group of buddies.They didn't say anything back and quickly got drinks and set up a game of pool.

"Hey,um, Ace, wanna join?" Charlie asked with slight shakiness in his voice, it was rather awkward, he even looked at Billy.

"Not this time." Ace said as he grabbed the toothpick out of his mouth , examining it before flicking it in the trash.

You scoffed slightly and shook your head. "Why not?"

"Cuz , I wanna talk and get to know you." Ace said with his stupid smirk with an added wink.

You gagged in response.

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