#ace merrill fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, talk of menstruation, ace is a little bit of an asshole but it’s for the good of reader

I drove another car into the garage and set it up for ace. He smiled at me as I climbed out and popped the hood for him.

“thanks babe.” Ace said as he kissed my cheek. “Wanna work on this one?”

“Sure.” I said, smiling back at him as I secured the hood and looked into the engine. “What’s wrong with it?” There was a twinge in my stomach as I leaned into the car a little. I waved it off mentally and looked back over at ace.

“needs a new filter.” Ace shrugged. “Might as well check the oil while you’re in there.” I nodded and pulled aces tools over to me.

“what about the fan belt?” I asked. Ace moved next to me to look.

“yeah might as well change that too.” He nodded. “Let me go get it for you.” I cringed as there was another twinge of pain across my abdomen. I ran my hand across where the pain flared before leaning into the car to work on removing the parts that needed to be removed. “Parts are by the tools. I’m going to work on an oil change next to you.” Ace put his hand on my back so I didn’t jump. I nodded as I winced in pain again.

“sounds good. Thanks.” I shot him a smile and he nodded. His eyebrows furrowed before he walked over to start on the car like he said he would. Throughout the rest of work I was doing, I continued to wince and even had to bite back a soft moan of pain. Ace kept glancing over at me every time I did. “Hnng. Fuck.” I groaned and ace walked over, wiping his hands on a cloth as he grabbed the back of my coveralls, tugging me off the car.

“you’re not ok.” He said, his voice low. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head and smiled at him.

“I’m fine ace.” I tried to assure him. “Let me get back to the car.” I went to move back to the car but his grip on my collar tightened. “Ace. I’m serious.”

“you’re not fine. Everyone here can see it. Eyeball even mentioned something. And eyeball doesn’t notice anything.” I frowned at him.

“ace. I’m serious. I’m fine.” I tried to assure him. Ace sighed and let go of my collar. I went to love back to the car when ace ducked down and put his shoulder against my stomach. Standing up he tipped me over his shoulder, arm across the back of my legs. “Ace!” I cried, making some of the other mechanics look over. Eyeball and Vince started laughing as they walked ace carry me to his office. “Put me down you asshole!” I pounded on his back but it didn’t make him stop. “Merrill!”

“sit.” He said as he dumped me on the couch and gave me a pointed look. I pouted at him as he went around his desk to grab something from a drawer. He tossed me the small bottle and I caught it. I frowned at the bottle and looked back up at him. “Take those.” Ace rounded the desk again to go to the mini fridge in the corner. He pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to me as he sat down next to me.

“pain killers?” I asked as I did what he said. “Why do you have pain killers in your desk?” Ace gave me a wicked grin. “What aren’t you telling me ace? Did you get hurt?” I started to look him over, bottle shaking in my hand as I ran my hand over his arm. Ace caught my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“they aren’t for me.” He assured me. “They’re for you. That drawer is yours. Didn’t you see me unlock it?” I shook my head. “Well it’s locked. I have a key. I’ll get you one made. But come here. Look.” He pulled me up and unlocked the drawer again. Ace waited for me to open it and I looked over at him with a soft smile.

“ace.” I breathed out as I sat in his chair to rifle through the drawer.

“it’s everything you need for…uh…that time of the month.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know I’m not the best talking about it. Or even waiting for it to end.” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes with a smile. “But you always hurt when it comes round. And I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Ace pulled me back up and wrapped his arms around me, casually taking the bottle and dropping it back into the drawer. “Eyeball mentioned once that you accidentally bled through your coveralls. Whenever someone asked he said you sat in paint. And I vaguely remembered washing them out later so you wouldn’t be embarrassed.” I looked at him and tried to think through when that happened.

“I…I don’t remember that.” I admitted. Ace smiled.

“good.” He leaned his head against mine. “As embarrassing as that has to be, I’m glad you have no idea what I’m talking about. So I stocked up on what you have at your place and what you left at mine. I figured it covered everything.” Ace handed me the key, kissing me softly. “In case you need anything else today. And take the next couple days off. Relax. Sleep. I know you feel exhausted sometimes. Just…” he shrugged and kissed me again. “We’ll cuddle when we get home and wash up.” I nodded and laughed.

“and to think most guys would be embarrassed about this. More than me finding out I bled through my coveralls.” I said, cupping his cheek. “Thank you.” Ace smiled and tugged me closer.

“of course. It’s the least I can do.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Anything for you sweets.”

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[michael-after-hours]

First Time for Everything

Summary: Ace Merrill isn't unlike everyone else in aspects of he's always had a first time for everything in his life, even if he tries so hard to deny he ever had a first experience with anything.

His most recent and jarring experience is with Richard 'Eyeball' Chambers, his best friend and the real leader of their little gang.

Warning: mentions of past child abuse and child neglect, underage drinking and smoking(it's stand by me we should know these fellas aren't quite adults yet) homophobic language (it's like the 50s), Ace being a typical asshole, mental breakdowns. Mentions of self-harm, and mentions of losing a loved one. Child abuse, bullying, it... it's ace merrill...he can only be oh-so nice.

Notes: I just think they're kinda fruity✨

Ace Merrill always had his issues, his ups and downs, highs and lows in life. While contradictory to what he spews and boast, he's fallen on his ass screaming and crying for help more times than he has tripped and walked it off.

Ace was only five years old when he was back handed by his father for "Being too loud". He still feels the sting of it, how he fell to the ground and a ways away from his father.

He remembers his mother rushing to pick him up and scolding his father only for her to get back handed as well and take Ace with her to his bedroom. That was the first time he was ever back handed.

Ace was only eight when he was picked up by his pants and nap of his shirt, then chunked into the water by an older cousin.

He couldn't swim yet and was trying to teach himself to fish while at a lake house of a relatives for the thanksgiving holidays. Screaming and crying, wailing gasping on water.

He went under three times and only came up a fourth time after an Uncle jumped in to get him. He was eight the first time he nearly drowned, and thankfully the last time.

Ace was ten when he was left at school alone for three hours. His mother was in the hospital due to sickness, and his father off too drunk to remember to pick him up.

He told the ladies at the front office someone was coming to get him, and he didn't need to ride the bus home...only to walk the long long walk home.

It was a crisp autumn evening, the sun vanishing quickly and the walk to his house had no lights and he didn't have anything to ride home on.

Hot wet tears stained his face that day he dragged himself home, scared, alone and hungry and let himself in the house that was left abandoned for the night. He was ten the firs time that happened, but it wouldn't be the last.

Ace was thirteen when he was offered a ride home during winter.

A boy named Richard Chambers, a smile that was so warm it could've melted the snow, and a laugh so intoxicating it made Ace smile.

He rode a little bicycle, ruby red, an "Early Christmas gift" from his relatives down south who couldn't make the trip this year for him. It has room for someone to stand on the back.

"I normally take my little brother home, but he went home with some friends, and you live near me!" He happily told him.

Ace gladly accepted the offer and held on tight to Richard as they went up and down the large hills. Ace basked in how it felt like they were gliding, flying down the long stretches of hills and oh how he and Richard laughed and ran out of breath when they got to Ace's house. He was thirteen when he made his first ever friend.

Ace was fifteen when he experienced his first major loss in life. His mother passed away from her illness.

Ace didn't actually know what she passed away from, none of them really did. She would get more clumsy and forgetful, pass out more and more, nearly caught the house on fire....

The doctors said it was a stress induced illness. so ace took it upon himself to help her more. he learned to cook, clean, do laundry, wash dishes properly, how to keep the house tidy, and do his school work, and have dinner done in time for his lousy father to get home. 

The stress free environment was never stress free however, since his father loved using him and his Mother as his punching bags after a bad day, and everyday was a bad day to that man.Ace swears he put his mother in an early grave, and he was fifteen when he lost the only person to ever protect him, he was fifteen when he vowed to hurt his father for taking away his mother. It was the first time he ever lost someone he truly loved. 

Ace was fifteen when Richard joined him at the funeral. It was spring and beautiful, the perfect time for his mother to pass. "You said she always did love spring, now she'll be immortalized in it." Richard told Ace.

"What do you mean?" he croaked out, voice weak from the crying he'd been doing for the past week.

"On you know, every time you think of her, you'll think of spring, and how beautiful it is, and how nice the flowers are....That's what I do when I think of my aunt, the flowers of spring on her grave.." Richard always had a way with words, and the words made Ace cry again, and just as the fresh tears fell from his face and a sob broke out of his mouth and echoed in the still silence of the funeral, you could hear thunder and the sound of rain starting to pour down on the church while Ace wailed his heart out for his Mother. The stormy gloomy weather matching his mood. It was the first time he felt a hole in his heart and wailed until he couldn't talk. 

Ace was sixteen when he learned how to replace a razor blade on his shaving razors. Ace learned quick how sharp they are and how you have to be careful with them, or how you can easily hurt yourself by accident on them. He learned that pants covered up bruises and cuts, and during the winter months when he dawns long sleeves for warmth no one questions it.

Ace learned that the thighs were the best and easiest place to cut, and how to pinch the skin. He learned having a scolding hot shower or bath that turned him a pretty pink made him bleed more. He learned the relaxation that would come with hurting himself. He was seventeen when he hurt himself to feel a litlte something. It was the first but not the last time he hurt himself on purpose.

Ace was seventeen when he felt the world collapse beneath him. He was told to get his shit together or it was off to the military with him by his Father's wrathful hands.

He discovered the joys of drinking, and smoking not just a month earlier, along with the joy of cutting and stabbing. He was seventeen when his father broke a bottle over his head and pushed Ace out of the house.

He was seventeen when his father pushed him out of a moving car at night and made Ace limp home.

He was seventeen when Richard found him....crying by the lake, and offered him his hand and a shoulder to cry on.

Ace was seventeen when his father skipped town suddenly, leaving Ace to live home alone, and with his uncle....who ran the junkyard. He was seventeen when he stabbed someone, and did a damn good job of hiding the body.

It was the first time he killed someone, and hopefully the last.

Ace was Eighteen when life got better again. Richard had formed a gang, or as he called it "A group of the local outcast Ace" and outcast they were.

Drinking, stealing, threatening, vandalizing, raising hell and smoking a pack a day nearly. They all got names that weren't their own. Ace was no one, he was John Merrill, but now? Now he was Ace...

He was special, everyone wanted an Ace for a full deck of cards, people would love and adore Ace. He was Ace Merrill, and he kicked Richard off the pedestal of leader and appointed himself the new leader, calling Richar, "Eyeball". Why? His eyes did this adorable twitch, that made Ace chuckle every time he watched his eyes wiffle and droop, twitch and make him shake his head.

He was eighteen when the cobra gang formed. It was the first time he felt alive.

Ace was eighteen again when he got a girlfriend. She only lasted about a month? Maybe two...Ace kept her around as eye candy, she was some cheerleader chick the guys bragged about who gave good favors in return for cigarettes and booz.

She was hung up on Ace like he hung the moon itself but he couldn't stand her in his lap. Or how she giggled, he hated her, she filled him with a blind rage so much so he back handed her in front of everyone one night. Screaming at her to "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!!" Well she didn't like that and broke up with him, and none of the guys really agreed with it. He didn't care he brushed it off.....

Until Richard pointed it out. "Ace...hey man....your acting like my dad..." His dad, Mr Fucking Chambers....no better than Ace's now dead and gone dad. Ace thinks thats the first time he really truly felt bad for hurting someone, if only due to it concerned tone from Richard. 

Ace was on his seventh bottle of beer and nearly done with his pack of cigarettes when he realized how shaky he felt. How he couldn't breath, how the world spinning and seemed loud around him.

How his skin felt tight and how nothing felt like he was really there and living.

The cold air of autumn felt colder than before but welcoming, and he felt hot and sweaty, he fell off the porch steps he was on and stumbled around aimlessly before falling to his knees, unaware and oblivious to his surroundings. Ace could feel himself breathing heavy as his heart pounded in his ears before he felt like he was puking out sobs with how they didn't want to come out.

Gagging and choking on them before he wailed and screamed. He still doesn't know why just that he had clawed at his arms so badly they were red and a few spots bloodied. He remembers the coldness of that night and then the warmth and reassurance of being rocked and soothed. He couldn't breath until later and apologized profusely. It was his first, and not his last breakdown.

It wasn't until the cold harsh winter that would cover the ground in snow rolled around that Ace had to dial a lot of things back and realize a few things. He and the boys....

Didn't ever do anything during winter. Spring thought mid Autumn was their peak rebellion time, of being horrible. Winter? No one wanted to get to wild, they drank more and smoked more, flirted more and went out to diners and stole a bit more on occasion, but mostly it was a "Buckle down for school" time sadly.

Ace...ace wasn't doing good in school. How bad was it? .....He was getting by with the skin of his teeth levels bad. So here he was at the kitchen table, getting tutored from Richard in math and biology.

"So you have reading down, and spelling, history is perfect...Hey you should do that!" Richard was going through the study rubric of what all Ace was good with, so far he sucked ass with math and biology. "Do what?" Ace spoke dryly as he got up for a beer, popping the cap off as it fell onto the counter with a little tink sound.

"Go do something with history! You love the stuff, even when Mrs Johnson says your being a lazy screw off you pop off to her the right stuff! Stuff we never even know about!" Richard had that beautiful warm smile that got Ace to crack a small one before slumping in his chair.

It was the first time he considered life outside of Castlerock.

Winter break rolled around, and ace Somehow passed midterms of "See what you know" with flying colours except in math. His biology improved! But...math still suffered severely he didn't care much though. "So why are you so good with history and reading anyways Ace? Of all the things, i'd always expect you to be bad at those...no offence."

Richard always spoke the truth when it was just the two of them, and while they were once again at Ace's house, this time he was making homemade hot chocolate, yes homemade hot chocolate, for the two of them, it felt...odd. "Hmm? Oh uhhh...mom, she always...She always read big books to me, and would hold me as we listened to those radio dramas you know.." He vaguely explained as he stirred the pot holding the warm coco.

"You never talk about her...she was so sweet, why dont you talk about her Ace?" Richard seemed genuinely curious, and Ace couldn't fault him nor blame him for that. He didn't say anything just poured the hot coco into two mugs for them both, it wasn't until after he poured them he realized it was the quote on quote 'wedding' mugs his mom got for her and his father, back when they were happily married that is.

It was just matching mugs, Something with flowers...If you placed the mugs just so, next to each other it would make a cute heart.

"I just...She was...I just don't like living in the past." He stated. "You barely live in the now Ace...it doesn't hurt to talk about the past I mean..don't you ever wonder where your dad is?" Ace snapped, he didn't even mean to he just did. "HE'S IN THE GROUND WHERE HE BELONGS!" A loud bang on the table, shaking it as some coco swirled, then spilled over the sides, and a choked gasping cry left him as he covered his mouth shaking.

"...John....Hey...I'm sure that's true but...It's okay, he deserves it...come here." Ace wasn't budging and so Richard pulled the chair to him, the sound echoed in the house as it skid across the hardwood floors, and stopped when he was thigh to thigh with Richard. It was the first time he talked about his past, but not the last.

on one of them..his first one, the rest he neglected, or shoved off and away until they left him.

"Yeah im gonna get heeaaad~!!!" This made both of the boys burst into side holding laughter. Barely able to contain themselves from such a shit joke about getting head from some chick. "Okey, okey, really tho...like making out...you gonna kiss her?" Ace got slightly serious after their fit of laughter.

"....Ace I don't know how to kiss a girl.." This took Ace aback. He always thought Richard was more of a ladies man...least he saw him as such. He was handsome, sweet, a bit of well a dick at times but that added to his charm Ace felt. "Oh...that's okey, I haven't either." He foolishly confessed to him.

"You've had more girlfriends than me and haven't even kissed one!! HA! Fucking fairy!" Richard was laughing hysterically again as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. "Hey! Your one to talk! Least I've had some! You barely got the town whore to kiss your cheek! Fucking Jennett McNEeeeerrrr that CUNT what a biitch.." This earned Ace the pleasant sound of Richard wheezing from laughter, and Ace was going him soon after.

"FUuuck mee! Oh Ace...fuck man, uggh...okey...I have an idea though...why not practice on eachother?" Ace burst into more fits of laughter until his eyes fully fell on Richard who seemed dead serious and had that sly grin on his face.

"...Really? Thats faggy.." He stated taking another swig from his bottle. "Yeah, and? You wanna be good at kissing girls? What are you a pansy?" Without a moment's notice Ace took another swig of his drink and launched himself at Richard.

Half on him, half off, hands cupping his face as he pulled him towards him and littered sloppy breathless kisses all over his lips. Richard joined quickly as he dropped his bottle and pushed Ace on the grass cupping the blond's face as he moaned and whined into the kiss. It went on for what felt like hours but it quickly died when they pulled away for air. "You taste really good..." Richard breathed out. "Yeah you too..." Ace returned to him, panting and realizing they had a lot saliva over their lips and face. Seems they were a bit messy with this whole kissing thing.

"Wanna go again?" Richard barely had time to gather himself before Ace was back ontop him kissing him deeply and letting a few giggles escape them both as they started tussling on the grass.

It was a month til Summer, and just four days before Graduation. Ace was sitting in the Principles office, leg bouncing up and down as his right hand covered his mouth, the other held a death grip on his bag. 

Something about his grades and passing, he was terrified. He didnt want to be held back again, he dididn'tant to be alone again, he dididn'tant to deal with any of them at all. 

"Merrill John? Come here now please" Oh he felt sick, he could feel his lunch wanting to come out the way it went down. He felt sweaty yet was freezing to death, his heart was pounding, and his breaths were severely uneven.

"So John, take a seat," He fell into the chair in the small office. Looking around seeing normal things. Books, files, couple plants, small trinkets, normal office no different than the counsellors. "So You have been doing wonderful in History, as well as English which is good! Your Science/biology has greatly improved to where your passing.....now your math." Oh god.

Oh god no, not the math, it cant be that of all fucking things, MATH!? That will be his downfall he SWEARS! MATH! OF ALL THINGS!!!

"It's still quite low, but the good news is-" He didnt hear the Principle, he already dropped his bag and pulled the trashcan that was in his office to vomit into. Gagging a few time before his lunch came up. 

"Christ almighty Merrill! Now! Do you need the nurse before we continue? John! God son calm down, your not failing!! You passed math! The grading period is done! You passed!! Your extra curricular dont count towards graduating calm down!!! Go To the nurse! Take the can with you!!" Ace gave an extremely weak nod before puking again, he couldn't help it sadly. All this stress, all this anxiety and worry came out in the form of him sweating and puking, better than crying and weeping he supposed. 

He did get to lay down for a bit in the Nurse's office with an ice pack, so that was nice, and Richard took him out as congratulations for passing math finally.

"Took you til graduation but hey! You made it!!"

He did..he did make it didnt he?

Graduation went as well as anyone could have predicted. Which was shockingly well! Ace wasn't even the trouble maker there! It was some other guy named Adam....who thought it would be funny to steal a few awards and hide them, making everyone sit around for an extra hour.

Ace and Richard didnt mind, sneaking close  to eachother to talk and make fun of everyone, already reminiscing about thier prom that they barely attended, and what all they would be doing after graduating.

"thinking about getting a job out of town maybe...or in town and moving one day." Richard told him. "Yeah? sounds good...sounds good..." Ace told him. "What about you Ace?" "Hmmm? Oh uhh...I dont know...maybe work at the mechanics shop for a bit...." He wanted to go with Richard, where he went he wanted to follow, where he would go he wanted to be there with him. Where Richard went he wanted to be there home, to welcome him, or vise vera.

"Im gonna miss our study days.." Ace weakly confessed. "Dont have to! Might go to college and we can help eachother!" Collage...he forgot all about that, college...oh what would he do with College? What would he go to school for..  "Heh..yeah college..yeah...." the conversation ended quickly after as everyone was ushered into the Gymnazium where graduation was being held. 

Richard passed with a very high score, all things considered, and Ace passed with an Honors in history and english...

He passed with honours in two of his classes...

The summer was hot as always, even when it was heading back into fall, but while speeding down a strip of the well known and worn path of Castlerock, hte Cobra gang was once again rasing hell for one last time, yelling, screaming, causing hell for one last time. 

Why the last time? Well Ace was starting work soon, as was Richard, and they found a college the next town over, offered dormitories, and thier work would be in that town. So this was the last time to raise hell before making the long drives to work and start college. 

The summer was full of swimming, fun, fights, more theft, and of course, Richard and Ace being together constantly. That brat of Richard's brother even joined them a few times.

As the day was winding down to a final end, and everyone was dropped off, Richard stuck with Ace walking with him to his house. "So...You wanna admit it?" He asked out of the blue. "Admit what?" Ace sounded confused as he said this. "Admit that your a homo, a fairy like my brother teased you about~" Ace could deal with meny meny things, but Richard getting that chim in his voice? He couldn't ever deal with it. "NO! Im not!! Fucking door won't open!" Ace always fumbled whenever Richard made him flustered, he couldn't help it the guy had him wrapped around him like string. 

"Come onnn~ Admit it Acey!" He leaned against the door nearly pinning Ace against the door as he gave him a quick little kiss. 

"Im not!!" Ace finally got the door open and rushed inside with Richard following closely behind. "I think you are! We always make out! Kiss! I know you've gotten off to me and well come on what guys moan each others names and give each other hand jobs Ace!?!" Richard had a very valid point to all that..

"Its not! Its! Its not! Not!!! Its only faggy if you fuck another guy!!" Ace was red now. "Oh so you giving me head in the car at lovers peak doesn't mean anything~" Oh he had a point.. "NO! IT! No it doesn't!! You have to...to penetrate them...you know...like with girls.." Ace told him.

"Well i mean...we got time, got all night, next week we start getting ready for collage~ dont see why not...Come onnn John!!" Ace didnt sya anything he just stared at a spot on the floor while leaning up against the wall. He wasn't expecting this tonight.

"I dont know..." He softly spoke out. "I'll be gentle! i wont hurt you!" "Yeah but we dont even know how to do that! Why do you think we've stuck with hand jobs! And Whos gonna penetrate who Dick!" Ace was yelling and more scared and anxious than anything, "How about I take care of you on the bed doll~" "NO! Not tonight no!! fucking goddamn whisky always makes you a horndog!" It didnt take Ace long to march upstairs to his room.

"There's a first for eveything you know Richard..." Ace sighed out and laid by Richard. Both glowing in the aftermath of thier orgasms, thier first, penetrate orgasm at that. "Yeah...yeah there is....fuck..." Ace recovered fairly fast from his orgasm, and was smoking, while Richard laid our catching his breath. "What do you mena theres a first for eveything?" Richard asked him. "Oh you know....first time to fall, first time to hurt yourself, first time to....lose someone..first time to...smoke, to drink, to nearly drown, to kill, to...to everything." He had a sour taste in his mouth suddenly. "First time to love~ First time to fall in love and last time, first time to kiss the most handsome guy in all of Castlerock, first time to moan your name and you mine, first time to go on a date, first time to cuddle~" Richard was curling up on Ace dragging him down to get him to go to bed with him and put his cigarette out.

Ace gave in and put it out before cosying up against Richard in the bed.

There really was a first for everything wasn't there?

#stand by me #ace merrill #stand by me fanfic #ace merrill fanfic #fic #ace x eyeballs #ace x richard #i dont remember their weirdly cutesy shipname.... #not beta read at alllll #kiefer fans come get yalls JUICE #kiefer sutherland #i want this fic SEEN DAMNIT #fact! ace merrils name is john...and he was only 16 when he tormented the bkys in the film!! i had lkts to do and go off of✨️✨️

[poketnife69]

Hi :) can you do ace merrill x f!reader?

where him and reader are out with the cobras and ace won’t stop whispering in her ear, touching her and being clingy.

Totally get it if you don’t want to or if you can’t get the inspo for it

Broken Barriers

Ace Merrill x fem!reader

WARNINGS : Swearing, but other than that just full on fluff

NOTE : Hi it's me again! This is my second fanfic on this blog, and I just wanna say that I appreciated the people who heart and reblogged my first one, really means a lot to me more than anything even if only a few people followed me. Again if I missed anything ( grammar, spelling, etc. ) please let me know! Also yeah it's kinda short again so apologies for that!

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It was a Friday afternoon, and you and the cobras were chilling out in the fields after a long day of causing trouble and chaos around Castle Rock, you sat on the car's trunk and took a sip of your drink as you watched the boys do their own thing. Ace sat beside you smoking a cigarette while having an arm wrapped around you and his thumb gently caressing your shoulder, you hadn't noticed his deep gaze on you until now.

"Hold on you've got a strand of hair on your face" he takes that same strand of hair and tucks it up behind your ear and places both hands on the sides of your face. "Beautiful.. " he whispers, this caused your face to turn a bright tomato red as a smirk spreads across Ace's face.

Normally he wouldn't have been this clingy and affectionate with you especially when he had to uphold his whole bad boy persona, I mean he did have a reputation to keep ( and by that I mean being a rebel or a menace to society ) . But since you guys were in an empty field with the whole cobra gang he didn't see it as much as a problem, they would've teased him for sure.. But they knew better than to mess with Ace.

The sun started to set and everyone had to go back to their humbled homes, and like the gentleman that he is Ace offered to drive you back just to make sure you 'didn't get murdered' or something, it was kind of funny but you knew he was just looking out for you.

Eventually, you both arrived at your destination and sat in silence, you turned your head to face him when suddenly he pulled you in for a kiss. He placed his hand behind your head as he pulled you deeper into the kiss, it was rough yet passionate, and it gave you a warm feeling inside.. Feeling of comfort and neediness..

You slowly pulled away having both your lips apart, staring into each other's eyes once more. "Can't you just stay at my place for tonight? You can make up some excuse to your folks about having a sleepover with a friend." Ace said as he still held your face, "You know I can't do that Ace, besides I got some chores to do, plus my dad is starting to suspect something." you said.

It wasn't a lie though that your father had started to get suspicious about you hanging out with Ace, you knew your dad hated him and at a given moment he would've marched out of the house with a shotgun. But Ace didn't give a shit, he wanted you and nothing else.

"Well that's a shame, we would've been able to cuddle up on my couch.. Or maybe a little more than cuddling.." He whispered out the last, you smacked his shoulder playfully as you scolded him "Ace you fucking perv!".

He chuckled and pulled you back in for one last kiss, though this time it was shorter as you pulled him away breaking the kiss. "Alright Romeo I think it would be best if you get going, we don't want my parents coming out of the door and seeing your car parked in front of our house, especially us making out in it. " you said as you pecked him on the cheek.

As you got out of the car and made your way to your front door you turned around one last time to see Ace giving you one of his charming smiles and drove off, it was a perfect timing though seemingly that your parents had sensed your arrival and opened the front door revealing you.

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Blue Jeans [Chapter Five] Piece By Piece [Ace Merrill]

Warning(s): cloud 9, disappointment, bullying, Ace being Ace, comfort, slight manipulation, OFC.

No Minors Allowed!!

The following weekdays flew by quickly and before Elise knew it, the release date for The Brain That Wouldn't Die had come. She woke up early that morning on cloud nine. 

In addition, her father was visiting from Castle View for the weekend. It put a small damper on her mood that she could not catch up with him until Saturday morning due to her shift and the date, but the feeling soon passed as Elise reminded herself what the day had in store. Besides, her father would understand. 

Before her shift, Elise laid out a pair of slim-fit jeans and a cute button-down blouse, intending to return home, bathe, and then get ready before the movie. Ace suggested picking her up at the house, but to avoid judgment from her mother or questions from her grandmother, she asked him to meet her in front of Irby's Pool Hall instead. 

Everything seemed to be moving along smoothly until Elise got to the diner and Nan called her into the office. Bobbie, the dishwasher, shrugged his shoulders as she walked in as if to say he wasn't sure if it was good or bad. Honestly, she was nervous.

Nan sat down in her chair with a huff and rested her arm on the counter; her hair was pulled up in a tight beehive style. 

“Myra called out tonight.”

Elise figured as much. She had plans to go to the drive-in with them. 

“We're completely understaffed. ‘Sides Tammy, there ain't another waitress on the afternoon shift.” Nan paused to look at what appeared to be a written schedule on her desk. “Damn girl didn't give me a warning beforehand, and I tell you, if I had another option I'd go with it, but I don't.” 

Elise could see where this was heading. She tightened her jaw and waited for the bad news.

“Do you mind working doubles today? I already asked Liza but she can't do it,” Nan asked. 

A tight uneasy feeling overtook Elise. It felt like someone had punched her in the gut. She could easily say no, but Nan was a nice woman; she hated to leave her in a bind. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she shook her head. 

“I can do it.”

Nan grinned. 

“I knew I could count on you, hon.”

Elise left the office with a deflated look on her face, ignoring Bobbie’s questioning stare as she grabbed a clean apron and headed out front. Liza met her at the counter with a wide smile, but as soon as she saw the disappointment in her eyes, she frowned.

“What’s wrong? Who do I have to choke?”

The blonde snorted and blinked away her tears. 

“No one. It's just going to be a long day.”

And it was.

To make matters worse, when the next shift rolled around, Elise had a feeling that Tammy had it out for her, for some reason. Every move she made was met with scrutiny and spite. And then when she introduced herself to the kitchen staff, Sophia Burchill, the cook referred to her as ‘The’ Elise, an indication that someone on the afternoon shift was talking about her, and not in a good way, Elise reckoned.

It was a mess. 

Her only moment of comfort came when Gordie and Chris walked in. Despite being a few years older than them, she was more than happy to see them. 

“No Vern or Teddy today,” she asked, bringing the menus over to the booth. 

Like before Gordie gave her a wide-eyed look, surprised to see her, until Chris answered for them. 

“Busy, I reckon. Teddy is sometimes in summer school. Don't know when he gets out.”

Bummer. Elise took out her server pad.

“What can I get you both?” 

After taking their orders, she took the guest check over to the Pass and put it on the counter. Sophia peeked into the front of the house and snorted. 

“Those little shits again.”

Elise raised a brow. Did she mean Chris and Gordie? 

“They're nice. I like them.” 

Sophia grinned and then wiped her sweaty face with a spare rag; her blonde bangs stuck to her forehead. 

“You like Ace don't you?”

Elise felt her face heat up, but she ignored it and nodded. 

“He's been nice to me so far.”

“I'm sure he has, hon. A guy like Ace is always nice to the pretty ones.” Sophia paused and motioned with her head towards the two teens. “Hang around with that lot and you'll see how fast his attitude toward you will change, pretty or not.” 

What did she mean? Elise narrowed her eyes, then turned and walked away. Whatever business Ace had with the teens was his, not hers. She poured their drinks, then brought them to the table with a scowl on her face, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Gordie.

“Are you OK?” He asked.

Chris raised a curious brow, glancing at her.

“Double shits are not for everyone,” Elise uttered with a forced smile. She opted not to mention the other reason why she was in a foul mood, and took an uneasy breath.

“Were you made to?” Gordie asked. 

The blonde shook her head. 

“I had a date planned but I didn't want to leave Nan in bad shape. And it's not like it'll be a permanent thing.”

She hoped not anyway; she didn't much like the people on the late shift. 

“You had a date?” Gordie asked in dismay.

Chris was not sure why he was asking, other than him possibly having a crush on Elise. Poor guy.

“That's none of our business, right Gordie.” 

The brunette shot him a look of annoyance, then shook his head.

“Sorry,” Gordie uttered.

Elise chuckled. She did not mind the small talk. It was honestly a breath of fresh air. But after the two left, her misery continued. The dinner rush was much worse than breakfast, and by the time it finally died down, Elise was exhausted, mentally and physically. Luckily the shift ended soon. 

Wiping down the counter, she heard the familiar chime of the doorbell and forced a smile.

An hour to go. I can do this. 

“Sit where you like. I'll be right–”

Her welcome caught in her throat as she saw Myra and a brunette, whom Elise was certain she had seen before, walk in, dolled up in cute blouses and makeup that made their eyes look bigger. And to make matters worse, Ace and his friends were right behind them. 

Elise avoided the blonde as she gathered menus from the plastic stand, but she had to admit, he looked good in a motorcycle jacket. It would have been nice to have watched the movie with him. When she dared another glance, she noticed the brunette leaning on the counter, staring at her.

“Elise right? ‘The’ Elise.” She asked.

There was that nickname again. The blonde tightened her jaw. She was certain that Myra, who had sprinted into the kitchen for some reason, was the one behind it. Elise was too tired and dispirited to care. 

She answered the brunette's question with a nod.

“It's a real bummer you couldn't join us.”

“Yeah…bummer,” Elise uttered. Her voice cracked a bit. 

The brunette grinned. 

“You know–”

“Why don't you stop harassing the staff and go sit down, Cora.” Ace wore a smile as he leaned over the counter beside her, but his eyes were dark as if he was challenging her to talk back to him. 

Cora forced a smile and went to sit down beside Charlie Hogan. 

“She's right though. It was a bummer without you,” Ace stated. 

Sure it was. Elise took a deep breath to calm herself. She was starting to feel overwhelmed. 

“The staff will be right with you. Please sit down.”

Ace tilted his head and grinned. 

“You mad at me?”

“I have no reason to be,” Elise admitted. 

It was Myra who she was mad at. She hated to think less of someone, but she had a feeling the woman used her. She needed an opportunity and Elise walked right in and handed it to her.

Speaking of which…

A choir of guffaws tore through the air, and then Myra and Tammy walked out from the back. As the night shift manager, the dark-haired woman rarely lifted a finger to help, unless she was raring to berate Elise. Seeing her come out of the office and turn her attention to the blonde worried her a bit.

“Take a break, Elise. You look like you need one.”

Myra snorted. 

What was her deal? Elise tightened her jaw, but she did not disagree with Tammy. Honestly, she needed a moment to breathe; she was on the verge of tearing up. Sitting the menus back down, she quickly walked outside and stood against the building near Norway Bank and Trust. 

A soreness in her throat made her tighten her jaw. Why was she being bullied? Was it because of Ace? Because he seemed to fancy her? That was an ignorant reason to pick on someone. Elise took a deep breath but after the day she had; the disappointment, the verbal abuse, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Things that did not necessarily bother her before suddenly did; her poor relationship with her mother, and her father's absence. It was like a door had been opened. Everything that led up to the move came tumbling out and the events of tonight became insignificant.

Elise sobbed.

I hate this. I hate–

The chime of a bell interrupted her. She widened her eyes and quickly dried them, just as Ace sauntered around the corner. 

“There you are.”

“Yeah…I–” She paused and cleared her throat. Her voice sounded weak and broken. “If you need something, Tammy can take care of it.”

Ace snorted and leaned against the wall beside her. Even under the dim light, he could see that Elise had been crying. The girls often took things too far.

“You want me to go? I can turn back around,” Ace asked, motioning behind him.

Elise sighed. That wasn't fair.

“No.”

Ace grinned.

“Don't take what girls say to heart. They can be ruthless, even to one another.” 

“They're bitches,” Elise uttered in spite.

Her statement made Ace snort. He liked her fire, but he preferred her innocence; it was much more of a turn-on. Stepping in front of her, he poked her nose in warning. 

“Behave.” The irritation in her eyes amused him. He leaned down, whispering. “You're not wrong though.” 

Elise chuckled. She felt a little better at least. 

“So what…you came out here to tell me to ignore them.”

“I came out here to ask for a refill, but whatever makes you feel better, darling,” Ace lied. 

How did he do it? How did he make her feel the way he did? Like all her worries were insignificant in contrast to him. Elise hardly knew him. She suppressed a smile and glanced into his eyes. They were a dark shade of blue that reminded her of storm clouds. 

“You have pretty eyes.” 

“Is that so?” Ace asked. 

He thought about it, about kissing her. It wouldn't be hard to get a reaction out of her; she was emotional at the moment. Ace did not want that. So instead, he did something out of character; he opened his arms and hugged her. 

Elise rested her hand against his chest and pushed him back, an action that took Ace off guard. 

“I'm covered in grease.”

Ace snorted. Was that all? 

“Awe. I'm flattered.” 

Elise turned up her eyes. She warned him, at least. Sliding her hand around his back, she pressed herself against his chest.

“I hope you like the smell of burgers and sweat.” 

Ace hugged her back. She did reek of today’s special. 

“You should be more concerned about how you plan to repay me for this. My kindness doesn't come cheap, you know.”

Elise hummed, enjoying the warmth of his body and the vibration of his voice. 

“I'm open to suggestions.”

Ace grinned. He had her hook, line, and sinker. 

“Go out with me tomorrow. Just us.”

“My dad is visiting from Castle View for the weekend,” Elise retorted. 

She missed him.

“Tomorrow evening then,” Ace suggested. “You can see him in the morning, then the rest of the day you'll be mine.”

For some reason, Elise liked the sound of that. Her heart began to race. 

“Fine. Tomorrow evening.”

Ace knew she'd agree. He slid a hand into her hair and patted her head. All the pieces were starting to fall into place. 

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[prettywhenibleed]

𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 (Another Life)

Pt 1

OC x AceMerrill/David

18+ NO MINORS

TW: Light swearing, a little bit of a heavy make out sesh

You and Ace first met when you were fifteen years old. You always wore things that, inadvertently, made you the target of peoples cruelty. Today was one of those plentiful days. You were just out in town, walking around window shopping when you were shoved by someone behind you. You managed to catch yourself and not fall to the ground, which only seemed to anger the person that had pushed you. It’s not like you wore some crazy and outrageous outfits or did strange things with your hair and makeup. You actually didn’t wear any makeup besides some mascara and, if you were going to go somewhere nice, you might put on a little bit of deep red lipstick. Your hair was naturally a very dark brown, so dark that it basically looked black and it had a bit of a wave to it. The clothing that you wore was not too different from what the other girls in Castle Rock wore, you just happened to prefer to wear all black, with the occasional red accent. As the boy that had pushed you said some nasty things to you, his two friends that stood on either side of him egging him on and offering their own insults, you could feel yourself wanting to cry. You just wanted to burst out into tears right then and there, but you knew that you couldn’t do that. If you did that, you would just give them what they wanted and it would only show them that you were weak and that you were an easy target for them to taunt and terrorize in the future. 

You swallowed the feeling and tried to walk away from them, but as you turned to leave, one of them, you weren’t quite sure which one, grabbed your arm. His grip was tight and you could tell it was an action that was full of anger. Why he was so angry, you didn’t know and you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, freak?” One of the boys spat. Keeping your back to him, you tried to yank your arm from his grip so you could get away from them, you didn’t want whatever this was to escalate into something that could get you hurt. Just as he was about to speak again, he was suddenly yanked away and thrown to the ground by someone, each of his friends following suit as they too, were thrown to the ground. Feeling the hand that previously had a vice-like grip on your arm had released you and hearing the sounds of people hitting the ground and the groans that came with it, you finally turned around. You were shocked at what you saw. You saw none other than Ace Merrill and his gang standing over the three boys that had been harassing you. The Cobras. They were only a year older than you, but they had already made quite the name for themselves in our little town and their reputation was one that was bad enough to make you want to keep your distance from them. That was of course, unless you had a death wish. You had obviously seen them around town a lot, though you had never spoken a single word to any of them before, but I guess today was the day that that would change. As you shook the surprise from their actions from your face, you gave them a small but genuine smile. “Thank you.” You told them, your voice small and quiet from your nerves but it was still loud enough that they had heard you. This earned you a smirk from Ace. He took a few confident steps towards you before stopping. He was now so close to you, that you could smell the scent of the cigarette smoke and motor oil that came off of him. “You’re more than welcome, doll. Couldn’t let those assholes harass a beautiful thing like you, now could we.” He said to you, looking right into your eyes. 

From that moment on, Ace became your very own protector. Anytime that someone would say something unpleasant, do something to upset you or just look at you funny, he would make sure that that person was dealt with. He even told his boys to look out for you too... Well, he more threatened that if they didn’t do something when they saw someone messing with you, he would make them wish they were never born. You wouldn’t realize it until much later, but it was that moment that you fell for Ace Merrill, and he wouldn’t admit it until much, much later, that that was the day that he knew that you were going to be his forever. He wasn’t going to let you go, not ever. As the two of you spent more and more time together, which mostly consisted of you hanging around the Cobras’ hangout, going to the occasional drive-in movie with Ace or him just taking the two of you on a drive so you could be alone and talk without the judgmental stares of the people in town, you both started to realize that, while you didn’t participate in the illegal things that Ace did, nor would he want you to, you were both very similar to each other. The biggest thing was that you were both outcasts, different reasons, but outcasts all the same. When you found out that he also had a love for reading, though he hid it very well and had never told a soul until now, you were very excited. It wasn’t until you two had been together for almost a year that you had finally convinced him to read to you. Since then, it has become somewhat of a thing that you two did. You were now eighteen, Ace being nineteen and ever since the whole event with Gordie Lachance, his three friends and the body, you had been noticing something change in Ace. You didn’t know what it was exactly, you could only speculate. While Ace had told you what happened that day near the train tracks, he didn’t bring you because he didn’t want you to have to see a dead body and boy was Ace glad that you weren’t there when Lachance pulled a gun on him, the change that you had seen in him didn’t make much sense. While yes, his ego took a bit of a hit after being bested by a boy years younger than him, you didn’t think that it was enough to cause all of this. 

It was tonight when Ace opened up a little bit to you. You and Ace were in his car, just enjoying each other’s presence while you listened to the radio play lightly in the background, when he spoke up. He turned to you, taking his time looking over your face as if he was trying his best to memorize every detail of it, before he finally spoke. “I’m going to go away for a little bit, doll.” He told you softly. You were confused, that confusion must have been evident on your face, because Ace spoke again. “I’m going to find somewhere for us to go. Somewhere we can run away to. I’m gonna get you the hell out of here and away from those shitty excuses for parents. ” He clarified. He brought his hand up to your cheek and gently stroked it. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch before taking hold of his hand. You nodded lightly. “You’ll come back for me?” You asked him as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. You knew that he would come back for you but you just wanted to hear him say it. “Always. I’ll always come back for you, Aurora.” His voice was firm but full of love and honesty. “You promise?” You asked with a smile. You already knew the answer. Ace let out a chuckle and smiled back at you. He moved his hand that was on your cheek, to the back of your head and gently pulled your face closer to his as he leaned in to meet you halfway, stopping mere centimeters from you, his lips grazing yours as he replied. “I promise.” He whispered before closing the almost nonexistent gap between you. Your lips moved in sync with each other’s, having done this many times before, but it somehow always left you feeling like it was the first time. The kiss was eager and passionate, filled with all the love that you two shared for each other. As the kiss got more heated, Ace moved his hands down to your hips, leaving them in place for a few moments before swiftly lifting you up slightly and pulling you into his lap. With your legs now on either side of his, you wrapped your arms around his neck. After a while of making out, you ground into his lap, rolling your hips slightly. Ace let out a moan at your sudden movements, pulling back from your kiss to look at you. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna have to do a lot more than just kiss you, doll.” He said in a breathy voice, his hands already moving up and down your thighs. You leaned back in and gave him a slow, lingering kiss before parting your lips from his slightly. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want, Ace.” You whispered back to him. He gave you a devilish smirk and shook his head. “God, you make me wanna do bad things to you when you talk like that and look at me the way you’re lookin right now, doll.”

The next day Ace packed a couple bags and put them into his car before making his way to your house to say goodbye to you before he left. You held onto him tight as tears welled up in your eyes. “Why can’t I go with you again?” You asked him, your voice muffled slightly from your face still being buried into his chest. “Cause I don’t know what I’m gonna find. I wanna be sure of where we are going before I bring you.” He said to you as he ran his fingers through your hair. You looked up at him, a tear finally making its way out of your eye. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you, doll. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.” He told you, his voice soft and you could swear it sounded like he may have been holding back tears himself. Though you knew he would never let them slip or even show. “Okay, but just. Just don’t forget about me, okay Ace.” You said to him. You knew he wouldn’t forget about you, but deep down, you had this sinking feeling. He gave you a grin and chuckled. “Not a chance. That's not even possible.” He reassured you. We shared one last long and passionate kiss before he got into his car and left. For the first week, Ace had called you every single day, sometimes multiple times a day, filling you in on what was going on and to just talk to you, admitting at one point that he called you multiple times a day sometimes, just so he could hear your voice. You both missed each other so much and you couldn’t wait until he found wherever it would be that you would be running away to, so that you could see each other again. It was a few days into the second week of Ace being gone when it went silent. You were worried when he didn’t call you that day, but just convinced yourself that maybe he wasn't able to find a payphone, or maybe he had run out of change…. After the third day of not hearing from him, you were in a bit of a panic. You were terrified that something had happened to him. Saying that Ace wasn't exactly a safe driver, would be a massive understatement. You were hoping with everything in you that he hadn’t gotten into an accident and hurt himself, or worse. With no way to contact Ace, all you could do was wait. So, that’s what you did, you waited and waited and waited. The weeks turned into months and those months soon turned into a year. 

No word of Ace ever reached you again after your last phone call with him. Your heart broke at the thought that maybe, he had just found someone else, someone new and better than you to live that happy life with. That happy life that he had promised you. As the years went on, you isolated yourself more and more. This year marks the seventh year that Ace has been gone. You were now in your mid-twenties, but something was wrong… Off. While all the kids that you went to school with grew up and looked their age, you didn’t. You looked as if you were still only eighteen years old. You didn’t know what was happening, you didn’t know how  it was happening, but it was. You searched for years, but never came up with anything. As another three years passed, you realized that other people had started to notice as well. It was then that you decided to leave. You had hoped that, when you did finally leave Castle Rock, you would be leaving with Ace, but you don’t always get what you want, do you? Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you continued to pack your car. You didn’t bother taking one last look at the house or town that you had grown up and spent your whole life in. It wasn’t exactly a place that you cared to think much about. Though, you knew that there would always be one thing that you would silently thank Castle Rock for, and that was Ace. Even though you hadn’t heard from or seen Ace in a decade now, Jesus, has it really been that long? Despite the many years that have gone by, your love for him would and has never wavered. He would always be your first and only love. No matter what, no matter how much time passes, that one fact will always remain true. Your heart will always and forever, belong to Ace Merrill.

Your decision to keep moving every four to five years is what had brought you here. Santa Carla, murder capital of the world. The year was now 1987 and you were, in your eyes, practically an old lady now at the age of forty six. You didn’t look to be a middle aged woman though, you still only looked eighteen years old. All these years later and you still couldn’t figure out what had happened to you back then. It was hard, not being able to make any long lasting friendships. Though, you never did have friends back then either. Well, except for Ace and his gang of course. Even though it has been almost three decades since Ace disappeared from your life, you never could bring yourself to even think about moving on. Moving here to Santa Carla, you felt different. It was as if you could sense something was about to happen. Whether that thing would be good or bad, you were yet to find out. Over the years you had managed to amass quite the savings, so when you got here, you went straight to the apartment that you had been looking at and met up with the agent there. You did what you had to and soon, the apartment was yours. After getting your things inside, of which there wasn’t much since you moved so often, you decided on taking a much needed shower. You had originally wanted to just go straight to bed after you were done, but you quickly decided against that when you got out and got dressed. You felt a strange pull to the boardwalk that you had seen on your way to your apartment. By the time you had gotten dressed and was ready to head out, the sun had sunk into the horizon and the sky was now dark. You felt almost giddy as you parked your car and made your way through the crowd on the boardwalk, looking at all the stalls you passed and everything that they were selling. You had stopped at one stall in particular, it was one that sold little trinkets, jewelry and such. You were pulled deep into a memory of you and Ace when you spotted a locket. It looked so much like the one that Ace had given to you for your eighteenth birthday. He had even managed to put a photo of each of you in there. Your hand instinctively went to the piece of jewelry that still hung around your neck. You hadn’t taken it off in almost three decades. God you missed him. You had hoped through the years that maybe one day you would see him again, but you never did. You didn’t notice, but there was someone in the crowd watching you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the woman that stood in front of him, a woman that he hadn’t seen in so many years and one he thought he would never see again.

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[st4r-cr0ssed-l0v3r]

I Wish You’d Pick Up

Fic type: angst

TW: murder, blood, weapons, crying, yelling, mentions of alcohol

Tags: none yet

Authors note: This is my first fanfic and to be honest It’s rather rushed so don’t expect perfection please ~_~

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Her veins seemed to throb in her body, pulsating and pumping more and more blood to her beating heart that rapidly seemed to speed up. She just stood there in horror her face contorted into fear and disgust as she stared at the bloody body in front of her.

It happened so fast, too fast. One moment the man was trying to grab her; take her away with him. And with a scrambled mind she had reached for the switchblade Ace had given her. She didn’t aim she didn’t try to calculate anything before she plunged it into his abdomen, a fatal area of his body, and watched in horror as he dropped to the ground.

Her grip on the switchblade seemed to tighten to the point you would be scared it would shatter in between her hand. Crimson fluid dripped and slid down the tip of the switchblade. It was a horrific sight for such a young woman. The visuals of a physical body lying in front of her, dead, was traumatic to say the least.

This was real, he was real, and now he’s dead.

Blood seeped from under his stiff corpse and then the panic seeped into her veins and she staggered taking a step back before bolting away from the scene down the block. Her boots clacking the down the side walk as her head whipped side to side, desperate, to find a phone booth.

She had found one after running for a good 5 minutes sprinting to it and almost slamming into the glass as she came to a stop. She pressed herself into the phone and fumbled for her pocket shakily pulling out a quarter and fumbling to slide it into the coin slot. She didn’t know what she was going to do or who she was going to call but she knew desperately needed a ride home or at least some comfort.

Ace

She needed to call Ace

She knew he was home, she knew he was on the couch right now. She started to dial the number of their house phone. She tried her best to hide the front of her body, her white wife beater stained with large splatters of blood along with her hands which were staining the dial as she started to call Ace.

“Pick up…”

“Please Ace pick up”

She whimpered as she started to tear up, she couldn’t keep her composure anymore. She started to crumble, her legs were giving put and she dared to just break down right then and there.

Then she heard the other line pick up and she straightened herself

“Who the hell is this?”

Ace spat from the other end of the line a noticeable slur in his tone and voice as he spoke.

He was drunk. It was obvious and Vanessa sighed shakily before speaking up to her brother.

“Ace please, please you need to come pick me up”

She begged into the phone holding it to her head with a painful grip her hands shaking and her breathing shaky and uneven.

“Vanessa, what the hell are you doin’ calling me this late at night?”

He scoffed at the end of his sentence and Vanessa paused for a second as he heard his lighter clicked meaning he had just lit up a cigarette.

“Ace please just come pick me up”

Her voice had cracked and she broke down into silent sobs the only sound that was emitted from her was pathetic gasps for air.

“Jesus Christ Vanessa you call me just to sob into the phone like a fucking baby?”

“I expected more from someone like you”

The words shattered Vanessa, she was so desperate for a ride or at least some comfort from her big brother but God no, of course he had to be drunk and act like a complete dick.

“God damnit Ace please just come get me! Why do you have to act like this!”

She yelled into the phone only to break into more tears letting out sobs and gasps for air, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs, and she couldn’t calm herself down.

“Don’t fucking yell at me you brat”

He growled into the phone and took a puff of his cigarette letting put a pissed sigh.Vanessa couldn’t take it anymore and went to speak again but her pathetic voice was cut off by ace again

“You know what Vanessa, since you wanna waste my time I think you should just walk home”

He spat and hung up the phone.

Vanessa dropped the phone and slid against the glass of the phone booth sliding down and curling into her own body before bursting out into tears.

Let down by the only one she could trust, how cliché.

She sobbed and sobbed till the skin around her eyes was sore and raw. She sobbed until the only thing came out was hiccups and desperate gasps for air. She sobbed until she couldn’t.

Her body was shaky, she smelled of sweat and blood, and she was devastated.

But he was right about one thing.

She was so damn pathetic .

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#vanessa merrill #ace merrill #stand by me 1986 #stand by me #fanfic #platonic f/o #sibling self insert #platonic self insert #f/o community #f/o #fyp #fypage #fyppage #fypシ #fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp #fypシ゚viral #fypツ #tumblr fyp

[ghoul-lover9000]

Dating Ace Merrill Would Include

You’re the nicest person in Castle Rock. Everyone loves you. You’ve never done anything wrong ever! At least, most of the residents of your small town believe this. Your reputation is pristine, your look is clean-cut, but your actions when no one is looking are less than pure. 

I fully believe that Ace would be over the moon about a slightly manipulative, secretly bad person. Like you steal things from the General Store, but who would suspect you! You’re so respectful and upstanding; it was probably the neighborhood hooligans at it again. 

Ace catches you taking some cash from a store’s register while the clerk was in the backroom and he cannot believe his eyes. The same person who helps old ladies cross the street or what-the-fuck-ever is stealing from the local grocer. 

He comes up to you at school and slyly mentions it. “So, babe, you make a habit out of stealing?” You’re taken aback, you were so careful and, after years, you’ve finally been caught by one of the infamous guys in school. “What are you talking about, sleaze ball?” 

Let’s cut to the chase, you both come to a mutual understanding. You go on with your stealing and he takes a 20% cut. (You both negotiate for an hour or so. You’re both so fucking stubborn.) This business proposition is the start of a beautiful… sexual relationship. 

Yeah, you both are attracted to each other and you both are horny high school kids. Things happen. (Could go into detail, but that’s for another imagine, for another day)

However, he gets possessive of you. If one of his boys sees you at a Drive-In movie with Tommy Richardson, you best believe Tommy’s tires are gonna be slashed and Ace is coming to have a chat with you. Ace: What do you think you’re doing running around with a meathead like Richardson. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I was your ward. What are you, the holy unfeeling Ace, so jealous about anyway?” Ace: I’m not jealous, just making sure you’re not going straight for good. I gotta make sure I get my cut. “Well, cool down, hot head, it’s an act. Sweetest girl in school like me and I haven’t got a fella. I can’t just sneak around. My reputation would take a hit and that threatens your precious money more than me going out to a shitty movie with the only guy in town that’s a bigger asshole than you.” Ace: Oh, my reputation, my reputation, my reputation. Can you be concerned  with anything other than what local busybodies say about you? Then, we wouldn’t have to sneak aro-… “Finish that sentence.” Ace: No. “No, finish. You don’t want to sneak around? What more do you want?” Ace: You’re putting words in my mouth. Just stop being so uptight all of the time. “No, it’s all so clear. You really are jealous of Tommy! You like-” Ace: Shut up! “No, Merrill. You like me, you want me to be your girl. You wanna go steady!” Ace: Fine, you fucking menace. What if I do? “Well, then I guess you’ll have to take me out, dream boat.”

Your first date is very representative of the both of you. You work your magic and, instead of money, you get a bunch of snacks (Box of Atomic Fire Balls, Box of Sugar Babies, two Cokes, two big bags of Bar-B-Q chips, and a pint of vanilla ice cream). After the heist, Ace drives you guys up to a point that overlooks Castle Rock. You both sit on the hood of the car, snack, smoke, and ask each other some of the stupidest questions ever. A few quotes from the night- “What are three things that you would buy to weird out a clerk?” “You would not survive the Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Aliens would inhabit your body in the first few days.” “The zombie apocalypse is nigh. You have a baseball bat and station wagon. What’s your next move?” 

You both stop sneaking around and the whole town is shocked. You with Castle Rock’s violent leader of the Cobras? Anytime someone asked you what you’re doing, you just smile secretively and say, “Oh, I don’t know. He’s not that bad.” 

You would never say out loud that Ace had a soft spot for you because, to quote Ace himself, “I’m not soft, sweetheart”, but he’s so soft for you. 

He likes to see you wearing his Hawaiian shirts, especially around town because, like stated before, he is possessive as fuck and wants the whole town to know whose girl you are. 

The Cobras know not to make fun of how whipped he is for you because he will make them eat dirt if they do. Also, they know about your undesirable habits, so you kind of become apart of the gang a little bit because they’ll ask for favors from you like “Hey, Y/N, I scored another date with Nancy Baughman and I was wondering if you could steal some *whispers* rubbers from the Johnson’s General Store. I don’t got any money and, plus, my mom is real close with Mrs. Johnson and you know how people talk.” “Say no more.”

You both are very sarcastic in the way you call each other pet names. It’s so confusing to other people. Ace: Y/N, darling, love of my life, what the fuck are you doing? “Acey-baby, stud muffin, what does it look like, dumb fuck?” He does call you “baby” on a regular basis, the only pet name that isn’t completely sarcastic. 

You only call him John, his real name, in really intimate situations where you both are alone like late at night when he’s snuck into your house when he can’t be at home anymore. 

He ruffles your hair a lot. I have no real explanation for this except that he just wants to piss you off by messing up your hair, the little shit. 

Any guy who flirts with you or harasses you is dead. He’ll fight the whole school for you. Really, who’s dumb enough to fight him? He’s made it known to the whole town that he’s a force to be reckoned with. 

You both go out for rides together and he’s just the smallest bit less reckless with you in the car. Don’t bring it up because he will start swerving back and forth on the road like an asshole if you do. 

When you walk around town together, he gets more glares than usual because everyone thinks that he’s corrupting you and trying to turn you into a bad egg. You think it’s hilarious and you bring it up as much as you can. *Ace offers you a beer* “Oh, Ace Merrill, you bad boy, you! Introducing me to alcohol, the sinner’s water.” Ace: Do you want the fucking drink or not. 

He gets you back for the previous bullet point when Teddy Duchamp gets a very obvious crush on you for a month or so and unashamedly starts talking to you when he sees you around town. *Teddy starts walking up to you with the unwavering confidence of a peacock*        Ace: Oh, look, Y/N, it’s your preteen knight here to sweep you off your feet. (Also Ace: Beat it, Duchamp. She’s mine.)

#stand by me fanfic #stand by me headcanon #stand by me #80s movie #john merrill #ace x reader #ace merrill #ace merrill imagine #dating would include #ace merrill headcanon #imagine #headcanon #x reader #kiefer sutherland

[cheapdimestorefics-blog]

Rules

There’s only 1 rule I got here. Read it carefully and stick with it!

   I will gladly do nsfw stories about the older characters like the cobras, but I will NOT do anything nsfw with the younger boys (Chris, Teddy, etc). I’ll do stories about them as long as there’s nothing dirty. That’s my only rule. Now that you know this, ask away!

#80s #80s movies #80s boys #ace merrill #kiefer sutherland #chris chambers #stand by me #eyeball chambers #fanfic #fanfiction #river phoenix

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Things I currently have on the back burner:

All of the requests in my inbox

The next chapter of It's Just a Movie

A smut fic involving Dwayne and a dare

A smut fic where Paul meets a goth girl and does a Mary Shelley

For my ao3, I'm thinking about specifically writing:

Ricky Coogin fanfics

Ace Merrill fanfics

Johnny Silverhand fanfics

Bill and Ted fanfics

Finishing my wips

I just have to actually,,,,,,write them

#yeah #tbh my requests are making me stressed #theres just #idk #i was gonna reopen my request box but honestly- #i have so many ideas rn that its hard for me to focus on them #but not doing them makes me feel guilty #so its just a cycle that leads to me not writing at all

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers, @onedirectionlovers2014, @itzjustalexxx

warnings: mention of smut, swearing

I laughed as ace tried to pull me back into bed. His hands wrapped around my waist as he gently tugged me back towards him.

“ace.” I jokingly whined. “Let me go!” Aces laughter mixed with mine. “I’m going to the bathroom. Unless you want to clean up the damn mess…” aces hands left my waist and I ran out of the bed. He was still laughing as I slammed the door shut. After a few seconds, it opened a crack and my underwear was thrown in with the shirt ace had been wearing the night before. Once I was done doing what I needed to do, I got dressed and emerged from the bathroom to find ace laying in bed in his boxers.

“Oh good.” He said with a smile as he opened his arms for me to return to.

“what was that about?” I asked as I curled up against him, fingers splayed out on his chest and drawing random shapes.

“Well last night you said no sex in the morning.” Ace shrugged as he ran his fingers through my hair, using his other hand to drape my legs over his. “I couldn’t stand by that if you weren’t wearing a damn thing. So there. Now you’re dressed and I’m not thinking of all the ways I could fuck your into oblivion.” Ace toyed with the sleeve of his shirt. “I mean I still kind of am since you look so good in my clothes. But it’s not as bad as it was.” I blushed as I buried my face in his neck. “What? What did I say?”

“you’re really sweet you know that?” I said, pulling back to kiss him before hiding my face again. “Too adorable for your own good i say.” Ace grumbled and I gently tugged him back down so I could lay on his chest. “The big, bad, tough ace Merrill giving his partner his clothes so he doesn’t get too worked up.” Ace growled and rolled us over, pinning my wrists by my head as my back hit the mattress.

“not a fucking word of this leaves this room. Got it?” He growled. “The cobras never find out about this. Understood?” I nodded as I let my eyes rake over ace above me. “Oh no you don’t. I’ve been good. I ain’t falling for this.” Ace let go of my wrists and pulled back to sit on his heels. “Nope. I’m following your rules. No morning sex today.” He shook his head and pointed his finger at me.

“ace.” I laughed as I sat up, holding my hand out to him so we could lay back and cuddle some more. “I swear. They’ll never hear it from me.” Ace nodded as he let me use him as a pillow again.

“good.” He said. “You’re the only person who gets to know this little secret.”

#ace merrill #ace merrill x reader #ace merrill fanfic #ace merrill imagine #ace merrill fanfiction #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland imagine #kiefer sutherland fan fiction #kiefer sutherland fanfiction #kiefer sutherland fanfic

[michael-after-hours]

Think it would be kinda funny if Ace Merrill were...like Asexual....and fruity.

#im just self projecting onto the weirdest choice character now yall #look...to me its funny and it makes him relatable (i too cant stand kids but i wouldnt acticily threaten/hurt them) #anyways #ace merrill #stand by me #ace #ace merrill is a fruit #fruity ace #fanfic ideas (im not kidding) #ace merrill fanfic

[wishfulcynic]

Catching Up

Catch up.

I think this is the first time I’ve been tagged in one of these things! @crescentbunny tagged me.

Rules: tag every person you want to know better/catch up with and then answer the following questions.

Three ships:

Amell/Morrigan (Dragon Age: Origins)

Hawke/Merrill/Isabela (Dragon Age 2 - I will go down with this polycule)

Shakarian (Femshep/Garrus)

Harmony (Harry Potter/Hermione Granger)

The Leverage OT3

Nobody ever stops at three.

Last songs listened to:

Run You (The Qemists)

Daredevil (Ace Combat 7 Soundtrack)

This is Gonna Hurt (Sixx A.M.)

Currently Watching:

Besides the same shows I have on for background noise, I just finally watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse because it’s about to leave Netflix. Holy shit.

Currently reading: Several different fanfics and the Battletech novel Wolf Pack.

How’s it going:

The last few weeks, I’ve been picking up, on average, an hour and a half of overtime every day, because management apparently doesn’t realize that the best way to cut down on overtime is to hire more people. The bright side is they seem to have finally figured out who’s competent and who isn’t on my team, so when one of the incompetent people starts complaining about procedures or when someone on another team accuses us of some stupid shit we didn’t do, they’ve started listening to us instead of just jumping on us and handing out written warnings. It’s actually been an improvement, considering I nearly lost my job in the summer and the only thing stopping me from quitting my job in the middle of a global pandemic was losing my health insurance. The only (admittedly numerous) annoyances at my job have been the lower-level idiots I have to deal with on a daily basis, who frankly scare me because they’re the ones the customers interact with. And if your response to being told you made a math error on a form is “what’s math?” then maybe you shouldn’t be employed. If your attitude towards amounts, deadlines, and account numbers is “eh, close enough,” maybe working at a bank isn’t the job for you!

That said, working from home has been a blessing. I’ve been in a far better headspace not having to go into the office and not having to wake up early, pretend I care about my appearance, and fight through traffic has put hours back into my days. If nothing else, being able to hang up the phone, bellow profanity for someone giving me shit over their incompetence, and not have anyone give me an annoyed look has been nice.

Seeing Mass Effect allegedly coming back from the dead and the handful of tiny tidbits BioWare has thrown us for Dragon Age has been...disheartening. Not that I don’t love these games, it’s just that BioWare is still working under EA’s boot, and considering that EA as a company gives me strong serial killer vibes, I’m wondering how they’re going to fuck it up this time. Not to mention that the ME remaster almost certainly isn’t going to fix the numerous issues with the games, and whatever ME4 will be is going to have to work off the ending of 3. As for Dragon Age 4, I’ve come to realize that the problem with giving us the opportunity to make large decisions in games that import your choices means that most of your choices, in the long run, wind up meaning precisely dick. None of your boons in Origins get passed along, Hawke gets written to be a specific way no matter what your choices were in 2, and no matter who you choose as Divine, the Circle will eventually come back. You can’t claim our choices matter and then cut off the branches to force the story back into the narrow track you plotted out. Plus, several of the shitty-ass writers like Lukas Kristjanson are still there, and while hopefully Greg Ellis finally kneecapped his own career and we won’t have to deal with Cullen anymore, I’m not sure I’m feeling the BioWare magic anymore.

However, I did finally get my sister into Dragon Age, which has been both heartwarming and endlessly amusing to watch her play a mage whose first reaction to everyone and everything is “can I stab them and/or rob their corpse?” Some other highlights from her play-through are “this 90s slut top is giving me life,” “why is Duncan killing my himbos,” “can I go Palpatine on this guy yet,” and “who is this big-headed bitch?” Her getting into it actually got me writing Dragon Age again, so we’ll see if this holds and I actually wind up writing the Inquisition fanfic I’ve been saying I wasn’t going to do since January 2016.

Tagging: @himalayanwhite, @letmesharpenyourclaws, @heathenvampires, and @theunrealinsomniac. Half of you are fanfic writers - I’m a big fan.

#mass effect #dragon age #me

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Dark Secret [Chapter Three] Unfathomable [Ace Merrill]

A/n: In the book, it was Chris who pulled the gun on Ace, but I went with the movie lore for this.

Warning(s): nightmares, fear, dry heaving, OC, Alternate Universe, loss of control, kitchen sex, Ace being Ace, supernatural elements, eldritch horror, thoughts of violence, mentions of blood.

No Minors Allowed!!

There were few things in all his life Ace Merrill could say made him feel uneasy. 

The day Gordie Lachance pulled a gun on him was one of them. He was certain that the little bozo would do it too; he grew a set of balls that day. A big mistake. Ace and a few of his friends caught him around town and broke his nose and two of his fingers. 

Then, there was the incident with the deputy sheriff at the time, Alan Pangborn, who caught him cracking into the safe at the Mellow Tiger, the same incident that put him in Shawshank for 4 years. He was now the sheriff, much to Ace's dismay and while he did not get back at him like he did with Gordie and his friends, he did give Alan the bird anytime he caught his eye going through town.

Ace could count on his fingers the number of times he felt uneasy, but what happened last night wasn't unease; it was pure terror.

He didn't have control over his body. It felt like someone else was pulling the strings, yanking him around like a damn puppet. To make matters worse, it almost happened exactly like he dreamed. He almost killed his wife.

The other version of himself, the puppet, had and without remorse. The sensation was indescribable; it felt real. Ace could feel the weight of the hammer in his hand. He could hear the wet squelch and the crunch of Elise's skull as he smashed it open like a rotten pumpkin, an image that turned his stomach and made him retch.

An intense bout of nausea washed over him like a heat wave and his mouth filled with saliva. Ace flung himself from the side of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom across the hall. He hovered over the toilet bowl and violently dry heaved. There was nothing on his stomach, but he wished there had been. At least then he might feel a little better.

“Ace,” called a silvery voice.

An unexpected yet warm touch on his back between his shoulders made him tense up, but he soon relaxed and the bout of nausea ebbed away. Elise gently rubbed his back. 

“Can I get you anything?”

Ace was too weak to make a quip at his own expense and merely shook his head no. He did not turn to look at her for fear of seeing her head caved in, so he squeezed his teary eyes shut. Her presence was enough. He felt anchored, but as much as he wanted her there, he knew he needed a moment alone.

“I need a shower.”

He felt Elise run her fingers through his unkempt hair, and then she hummed. 

“I'll get you some clothes to change into.”

Ace didn't argue with her. He let her stand and walk out, leaving him alone on the floor. 

As soon as the door closed, Elise let out an uneasy sigh. What was going on? She had never seen Ace this way, so out of control. It was terrifying. 

Then last night. What was that? 

Her eyes averted to the rusted hammer on the floor beside the bed in concern. It had not been picked up since he dropped it. Honestly, Elise did not want to touch the thing; there was something off-putting about it, like forcing two similar magnetic poles together. She felt like it was rejecting her. 

In the meantime, she opted to ignore the hammer. The sound of the shower kicking on pushed her to act. Elise walked over to the dresser and retrieved a summer-appropriate outfit for Ace. If it were up to him, he'd wear whatever button-down smelled clean enough, even if it didn't pair well with the undershirt.

Taking them to the bathroom, she knocked first to alert Ace, then she went in and sat them on the edge of the sink. Through the floral curtain, she could see his silhouette beneath the shower head. He was merely letting the warm water cascade over him.  

“Can I join you?” Elise asked. 

As soon as the question came out, her face heated up. Even after being married to Ace for three years, and having an abundant sex life, she was still shy around him. It was hard not to be; he was on a whole other level than her. 

Luckily, he did not seem to hear her over the shower. Elise backed out of the room, opting to start breakfast.

Unbeknownst to her, it was not the water that drowned her out; it was the sharp sound of whispering that tickled Ace's ears. He covered them, but the noise continued, more persistently than before. Then, something he remembered from the night of the incident made his blood run cold.

Come unto me.

Ace leaned forward and gently banged his head against the wall, over and over.

–

By the time Ace came downstairs, Elise was nearly done with breakfast. She was waiting for the toast to pop up when she heard the soft pattering of his footsteps and turned to look at him. Aside from a red mark on his forehead, he seemed fine, much better than before. 

“How are you feeling?” Elise asked softly. 

Ace sauntered to the fridge and retrieved a soda. 

“Fine.”

Elise sighed. It was not what she had hoped to hear, but that was just how Ace was; blunt and reserved. Still, last night was strange. She had never known Ace to sleepwalk before. It couldn't have been linked to the seizure. So, why? Ace wasn't going to be much help in her figuring it out. 

After he woke her up, Elise sat up with him until morning. Ace hardly spoke a word, and she didn't press him. Whatever happened in his dream, messed with him; that much was obvious. While she was curious and a bit unnerved to see her husband holding a hammer while he loomed over her like a horror movie slasher, she knew that if he did not want to tell her, then he wouldn't. 

The sudden pop of the toaster took her by surprise, making her jolt in fear. She tossed it a glare and then moved the pieces onto a plate, taking them to the table.

“Even if you aren't hungry, you should still try to eat some toast or crackers.” 

Ace crushed the can much to her irritation and sat it aside, then stepped behind Elise and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“I'm starving.” 

Was he? Elise puckered a brow and glanced over her shoulder at him. At least he was feeling well enough to eat; his color was back. Perhaps the dream turned his stomach. She brushed his damp hair from his forehead.

“What happened?” She was referring to the mark on his head. 

“Smacked it on the edge of the sink,” Ace lied.

Elise snorted. 

“What a klutz.”

Ace frowned and clasped her face.

“Behave.”

She knew that she should not tempt him, not after he spent the night sick, but she just wanted to know that he was going to be okay. 

“Make me.” 

“Darling, you act prudish, but I think you like to poke the bear,” Ace breathed. His other hand sank between her thighs, sliding her nightie up in a clump. “It drives you crazy, doesn't it.”

Elise felt her face heat up. Perhaps she did. 

“I'll never tell.” 

She wouldn't, Ace knew, but it was fine. He liked her good-girl personality; it's what first attracted him to her. She was kind and selfless, faithful to him. If innocence was a drug, then he was addicted to it.

Ace felt himself harden. He leaned down and captured her lips in a rough kiss, listening to her hum in response. Elise was so easily susceptible to him. He wanted to devour her. The hand against her face tightened and the other slid beneath the band of her panties, easing them down her hips.

“We're in the kitchen,” Elise pointed out. 

She wasn't against the idea; there were better places to have sex though. 

“I'll make it quick,” Ace cajoled, licking the shell of her ear. 

Elise hummed softly and he continued. Sinking his hand between her thighs, he entered her, thrusting his fingers against her walls. Once she was ready, moaning and wet, Ace slid out of her and unzipped his pants. He urged her down on the table, between the plates, then freed himself and slid into her again. 

 

She rocked against him with each thrust, attempting to keep her moans of pleasure quiet. Ace relished her pleas; he relished hearing her overcome her sense of shyness as he slowly drew them out of her, but today he wasn't entirely into it. Not after last night. He finished, of course, on the back of her thighs, moments after her, but it was a muted pleasure that lasted only seconds and left him frustrated.

Ace raked a hand through his hair. What was wrong with him? Sliding out of Elise, he tucked himself away. By the time he was done, Elise had wiped the mess off her thighs with a paper towel and leaned against the table to look at him. 

“Are you sure you're OK?”

“I need a ride to the Emporium,” Ace deflected.

Elise hummed. He didn't want to talk to her about it; he had his reasons, she hoped. 

“Let me get dressed, then I'll take you there. Try to eat something.”

She left him in the kitchen and sauntered upstairs to change. When she was done, dressed in a blouse and jeans, she hurried to the front door to find her keys to the Chevelle missing.

“Ace?”

He was neither in the kitchen nor in the house. Elise turned up her eyes and slid on her Gallencamps, then wandered outside. It wasn't hot out yet, but the morning air was dry and humid. As she walked down the front porch steps, she noticed Ace sitting in her car with the windows down; a lit cigarette was resting between his lips. Elise scoffed.

“Not in my car,” she chided, walking up to the driver's window. “If you're gonna drive, then you're gonna put that out. I don't want the leather to smell like smoke.”

Ace snorted. “When did you get to be so damn nitpicky about your car?”

Elise reached into the window and plucked the cigarette from his lips.

“When I married you,” she retorted.

Tossing it onto the ground, she stomped it out with the toe of her shoe, then walked to the passenger side and crawled in. Ace spared her a humored look. He was a bad influence on her, but he had no regret. Absolutely none. 

–

The blatant tick-tock of numerous cuckoo clocks permeated the stale air as Ace walked into the Emporium Galorium. He spotted his uncle at the front desk, a man in his prime with a head of gray hair and a receding hairline, inspecting a diamond with a loupe magnifier. His blue eyes lifted and upon seeing Ace, he curled his nose.

“I was wonderin’ when you were gonna drag your ass in here.” 

Ace snorted. “Here I am.”

Pop put away the diamond and leaned back in his chair. 

“Your car is outback. I left the keys in it. Next time I'm gonna charge ya.” 

Of course, he would. Ace strutted to the front desk and leaned on it, prompting Pop to raise a curious brow. 

“Where's my half?”

“Your half of what, John?” Pop asked.

Was he serious? Ace snorted and shook his head. 

“The money I earned from the job I did for you.” 

It was Pop’s turn to snort. 

“You mean the job you didn't finish.” 

Ace tightened his jaw. He should have listened to Elise; he knew his uncle would find some way to screw him out of the deal.

“Are you fucking–”

“All I'm sayin’ is, boy, you didn't come through for me. Henry Rawlins had to take the haul to Jerusalem's Lot himself,” Pop interjected. He scratched his chin. “All I can do for ya is give ya what you earned; 75.” 

Ace tapped his foot in irritation. He was mad, but something in his head was pressing him to ring the old man’s throat. 

“75…out of the 300 you promised me.”

“Take it or leave it, John,” Pop countered. “Would you prefer having nothing?” 

Would you prefer I bust your head wide fucking open? Ace didn't know where this sudden need for violence was coming from, but it felt…good. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. When he opened them again, the world around him seemed to fade to black.

Pop noticed the despondent look on his nephew’s face and raised a curious brow. It felt like he was staring right through him. He felt uneasy. Reaching beneath the desk, he pulled out a leatherette money bag that he kept close by and counted out the 75 he told Ace he would give him, then sat it on the counter. His nephew never moved an inch; he never even blinked.

“If you're about to seize up or somethin’, take it outside.”

A thin stream of black oozed from Ace's left nostril and fell onto the desktop with a plop.

“John.” 

Pop hesitantly reached out to him, but just as his grubby fingers touched Ace's arm, all the clocks in the shop went off with a deafening cry. Each cuckoo was dissonant like a room of people all talking at the same time but not about the same thing. He covered his ears in pain.

As Ace came too, the noise ceased. He blinked, not sure what happened, then saw the frightened look on Pop’s face. 

“Take your money and get out,” Ordered Pop.

Ace raised a brow.

“I ain't done–”

Tossing two Benjamins on the table, Pop pointed a finger toward the door.

“Now get out!” 

Ace collected the money and then hurried out of the shop. Outside, he stood against the wall in confusion. What was that? He blacked out for a moment, he was sure. That didn't concern him as much as seeing the look of fear on Pop's face when he came to. That was new. He had never seen Reginald Merrill so afraid in all his life. It made him feel…ecstatic. 

Ace chuckled. Rubbing his face, he ignored the stain of black on his skin and clutched the money in his hand. 

Things are starting to look up. 

#ace merrill x oc #stand by me fandom #ace merrill #stand by me fanfic #alternate universe #oc #Spotify

[prettywhenibleed]

𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 (Another Life)

Pt 2

OC x AceMerrill/David

TW: None

From the first moment Ace laid his eyes on you, he was smitten. He of course would never admit that to anyone. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Living in Castle Rock, he never really saw many people that looked the same as you did. Well actually, thinking about it, you were the only one he had seen that dressed the way you did. Your long, wavy black hair and your all black clothing, with the occasional exception of red here and there, he was awestruck. Ace especially loved it when you wore that dark red lipstick of yours, a blood red. When he saw you being harassed by three boys, he immediately jumped into action to help you, Eyeball, Charlie, Billy and Vince following suit. From that day on, Ace had made a silent promise to always protect you. It didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating. It was like you were being drawn together like magnets. You were never apart from each other for too long, meaning that you two spent a lot of time together either with his gang or just the two of you alone. Ace loved every second he got to spend with you, especially when you were alone. He liked to be able to talk with you and just relax without having to worry about others hearing you or worrying about having to keep his tough guy front up. He never thought that he would admit it, but he loved being able to be vulnerable with you. You were the first and only person that had ever made him feel this way and while it was scary at first, he soon began to get used to it, even go as far as to look forward to it. He especially loved when you would practically beg him to read to you. It took almost a good year before he gave in and once he did, he wished that he had given in sooner. The way you would lay against him and sometimes even fall asleep on him, made his heart swell up with more love than he thought possible. 

By the time he was nineteen, and you were eighteen, he had decided that it was time for the two of you to get the hell out of Castle Rock for good. Saying goodbye to you was very difficult, though he put on a strong face for you, he knew that until you two were together again, his heart wouldn’t be complete. All was going well for a while. Ace would call you every day, sometimes more than once a day, to make sure everything with you was going well and to update you on what he was doing. He also missed you and your voice like crazy. After a while of driving around and searching for somewhere that you and him could call home, Ace arrived in a town called Santa Carla. It seemed like a pretty nice beach town, from what he could see. There was something about this place that made Ace think that this could be a good place for you two to live. After spending the rest of the day looking around and getting a good feel for the place, Ace decided that yes, Santa Carla would be a perfect place for you to run away to. He was on his way to a pay phone to call you and tell you the good news, when it happened. For years Ace blamed himself for not being more observant of his surroundings as he should have been, but he was just so excited to call you and tell you, that he let his guard down. That would prove to be the single worst mistake of his life, a mistake that he has been paying for, for almost three decades.

David was ripped from his thoughts by Paul and Marko yelling and being loud as usual. The sun had set not too long ago and they were amped and ready to go to the boardwalk to pick out their dinner. It’s not that David wasn’t, it’s just that he had been feeling kind of off lately. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it and that pissed him off. All he could do was wait and see what would happen. Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Star and Laddie left the cave, making their way to their bikes, while David hung back for a moment. Standing in the entrance of the cave, he dug his hand into the inside of his coat where there was a pocket. Pulling his hand back out, he brought with him the photo that he always had with him. Staring at the smiling woman in the photo, David closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Aurora. God he missed you so much. Not a night goes by that he doesn’t think about you and every day he dreams about you, as if reliving memories through his dreams. Eventually, he places the photo back into his pocket and makes his way outside to where his brothers, Star and Laddie are waiting. After getting to the boardwalk, they all pull up to their usual spot and park their bikes. Star takes off with Laddie to go on some rides, while the rest of them just hang around the bikes. They had only been at the boardwalk for less than an hour when David smelt it. He almost didn’t catch it at first but when he did, it was unmistakable. David knew that scent anywhere, but how could it be? It didn’t make any sense, unless you were visiting Santa Carla for vacation like others. David had long since resigned himself to the fact that you had more than likely moved on, married some asshole and had a kid or two. Still, he couldn’t just stand here and let you get away. After almost thirty years, here you were, so close. 

Before he even knew what was happening, David was moving through the crowd, searching madly for you. Following your scent, he was led to a stall. That’s when he saw you. “Aurora.” He breathed out quietly. It had been so long since he last saw you, that his brain almost refused to believe what he was seeing. But there you were and you looked exactly as you did the last time you were together. That obviously struck him as very odd. You should be forty six by now, yet here you were, still looking eighteen years old. Another thing that David noticed upon seeing you again was that, much to his delight, you were his mate. He watched as you brought your hand up and held the necklace around your neck. It was the locket he had given you for your eighteenth birthday. David unconsciously smiled at the sight and at the memory of that night. He had taken you on a drive that night, the both of you listening to the radio as he drove. The windows were rolled down a bit so the cool night breeze was flowing through your long dark hair. He was stealing glances at you as he drove. You were unaware of this though, you were sitting there with your head back and eyes closed, just enjoying the night. He loved watching you like this, completely unaware of his eyes on you. Once you were at your destination, he turned off the car and you both moved closer to each other. He wrapped an arm around you, making you curl into his side. After sitting there for a while, talking and him stealing kisses from you, he reached a hand into his pocket and pulled something out. It was a beautiful silver locket that he had stolen for you. Before he picked you up, he had put a photo of you and himself in it. He wasn’t the most romantic guy in the world, but you seemed to bring that side out of him. Upon seeing it, his heart swelled at the sight of the big smile you gave him. “Happy birthday, doll.” He told you as he put the necklace around your neck. “Ace, it’s beautiful! I love it. Thank you.” You told him, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you, Aurora.” “I love you too, Ace.” 

David was pulled from the sweet memory by some kids running past him yelling. He took a deep breath before deciding that it was now or never. As he walked up to you, he felt almost…. Scared. Scared. Now that’s a feeling David hasn’t felt in a very long time. Burying that feeling down, he finally reached you, stopping right behind you. He reached his gloved hand out and placed it on your shoulder, gaining your attention. You turned around and finally, you were looking right at him. Right into his eyes. The look on your face was one of pure shock and confusion. It was like you were frozen upon seeing him. “Ace.” You said in a whisper. “Hey doll. Long time, no see.” He said. He cursed himself for that being the first thing he said to you but he couldn’t dwell on it for long, as he was quickly engulfed in a tight hug. He didn’t react at first at the sudden action but pulled himself together quickly and wrapped his arms around you. His grip was tight, like if he held you too loosely, you would disappear. He knew he missed you like crazy, of course he did. You were, are, the love of his life. But after being apart from you for so long, he had almost forgotten just how strong and overwhelming it was to be in your presence. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent, relishing in the fact that he had you in his arms again and this time, he was never going to let you go again. Never again will he be without you. As the two of you pulled back slightly, still holding onto each other, not yet ready to fully separate, you just stared at each other for a few moments. He could see the tears silently falling from your eyes. He never did like to see you cry. Reaching a hand up to your face, he wiped the tears from your face. “Don’t cry, doll.” He said to you. Your lip started to quiver a bit. “You never came back for me, Ace. You promised you would. I waited for you but you never came back.” You said through the fresh tears that started to fall, your voice shaking. 

David’s heart broke. He had every intention in coming back for you. He was going to bring you back here so the two of you could start your life together, a fresh start for the both of you. If he knew what was going to happen, he never would have left you back in Castle Rock. He would have brought you with him. He had felt so guilty all these years, thinking about how you were left there to wonder. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to break my promise to you, doll. You gotta believe me when I say I had every intention of coming back for you.” He tried to tell you. He desperately wanted you to believe him when he said that, because it was true. “Then why didn’t you? Why did you leave me there?” You pleaded, wanting him to explain himself. David looked around for a moment before looking back at you. “Not here.” He said, pulling away and reaching for your hand. “Come with me. I’ll explain everything to you somewhere more private.” He said. You looked at him only for a moment before taking his hand. “And maybe you can tell me why you still look just as beautiful as when I last saw you.” He added and you nodded. David led you through the crowd and to where his and his brothers bikes were parked. When you got there, Dwayne, Paul and Marko gave the two of you questioning looks. “Who’s this babe?” Paul asked, a flirtatious smirk plastered on his face. David quickly gave him a glare, which quickly shut him up. “We’re leaving. Don’t wait for us, we’ll meet you back at the cave.” David told the group quickly before getting onto his bike and helping you onto the back. “Hold on tight.” He told you, grabbing your hands and making sure your arms were wrapped securely around him. Giving the boys one last glance and sharing a look with Dwayne, he started up his bike and took off. He knew what he had to tell you wouldn’t be easy. Hell, you may not even believe him, but he knew that him still looking the same as he did when you last saw him, you also not having aged, would help your belief along. He just hoped that you wouldn’t be scared away when you found out. That was the last thing he wanted.

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[enby-hawke]

So I’m thinking of going ahead and releasing some chapters for what I worked on so far for What Good Can Come From Blood Magic since I’m not really doing it as a fanfic but I also worked really hard on them???? 

If anyone would like to beta for me I’d really appreciate it. The two chapters I’m cleaning up to release next is Isabela/Hawke smut and Merrill/Hawke smut but being ace I kind of had to really ask my wife and am not sure if I did things wrong. I need honest feedback since these scenes I do plan to put in the comic.

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[midnightwitch92]

Ace Merrill & Rory Gilmore Headcannon

Have you ever read Chapter 24 of Skeleton Crew or Needful Things? Ace Merril has a girlfriend named Betsy Malenfaunt. It's interesting to see him getting older and to how he changed over the decades.

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https://tokybook.com/skeleton-crew-01/

It's a shame we didn't get to see more of the relationship between Betsy and Ace. She seemed nice.

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https://tokybook.com/needful-things-01-02/

If I had to choose a love interest for Ace Merrill it would have to be Rory Gilmore.

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The Skeleton Crew describes Betsy as a nice girl whos not very bright. She does go behind ace back to be nice to the narrator and even kisses him after Ace attacks him, but never really talks back and stands up to him.

I feel like Rory wouldn't hesitate to argue and put him in his place. She also has the intelligence to outwit and go toe to toe with him if he acts out. It would certainly be a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers situation. Other characters and even Ace himself describe him as a king. To someone like Ace, this would be wildly exciting. No one talks to him like that. No one ever puts him in his place. He would really have to work on himself to win Rory's affection. Obviously, Rory's family and friends would never approve of the relationship causing a Romeo & Juliet situation.

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