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80s4life · 10 months

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Together At Last”

Word Count: 3,971

Status: Requested!

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

@: @micheleamidalajedi

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

Relationship: Chris Chambers x Merrill!Reader

Fandom: Stand By Me 1986

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, what do you want?”

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

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

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

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

“Damn. Sorry to say I can’t relate?”

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

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

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

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

“What did the others say?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” he shrieks.

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chris scoffs, crossing his arms, “Gordie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, but I can hope.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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theaawalker · 5 months

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Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

Thanks for reading❤️

A.A. Walker

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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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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mydisenchantedeulogy · 15 days

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Sneak Peek: Dark Secret

Fandom: Stand By Me/The Body

Pairing: John "Ace" Merrill x Elise Merrill (Kensington) [OC]

Summary: 'Forever and Always'. That is what Elise promised Ace when she married him. But how true to her word is she? Especially when Ace returns to Castle Rock playing host to an Ancient God, who enslaves the weakwilled and spreads its misfortune one disaster at a time.

Can she save her husband? Or will she too become tally on Castle Rock's long list of tragedies?

As she sauntered into the kitchen, she saw Ace leaning against the counter with a beer in hand. The electric fan plugged into the wall beside him tossed his side-swept blonde hair out of place as it rotated from side to side. Even with it on, Elise could see that it was still hot. The white slim-fit t-shirt he was wearing was damp with sweat.

“I see the air is out,” Elise mentioned, setting the bags down on the table.

“Compressor is bad. It would be cheaper to buy a new unit than to waste money tryin’ to fix it,” Ace retorted. He gulped down the rest of his beer and then crushed the can, earning a wide-eyed look from his wife.

Elise sighed.

“Bobbie won't take those if you crush them.”

“Take ‘em to the scrap yard. You get more bang for your buck,” Ace retorted.

He was always suggesting better ways for Elise to earn money, but she was stubborn. The grocery store was paying her in dimes and nickels; the scrap yard would pay her more, and he could crush them without one of her ‘I can't believe you just did that’ looks.

Walking over to the grocery bags on the table, he looked through them, narrowing his eyes as he realized that she had not bought more beer, an action that didn't go unnoticed.

“I didn't make a lot of money with tips yesterday.”

Ace hummed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest, despite the uncomfortable heat. His short, scruffy beard tickled her neck as he leaned in close to her ear.

“That's because you won't wear those cute cutoffs I like. You'd make more tips that way.”

Elise snorted.

“You want me to wear those for the little old men who come in with their wives after church?”

“Make ‘em thank God for what he made,” Ace retorted. He smacked her rear, then went back to the counter to stand in the path of the fan.

Stay Tuned

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

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midnightwitch92 · 1 year

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bornforastorm · 11 months

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WIP Game Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag beloved friend @majorbaby!! you make me feel better about the insane number of WIPs I have.

list below, with a little what's-what because I name things really minimally:

tagging: @boasamishipper @ireallyamabear @ anybody else who would like to!!

1. 1917 (to love and be loved is to be changed) 2. aliens (hudson makes it, alien 3 doesn’t happen, ripley/hicks/hudson and their daughter newt) 3. andor 4 (everybody lives au, love as rebellion, nemik/skeen) 4. goldfinch (boris comes to ny with theo at the end) 5. JB (james bond/felix leiter, oh no my friend is too important to me) 6. JB 2 (bond/leiter, my friend has low self esteem over his disability and i love him so much) 7. llewyn (inside llewyn davis, my bf was great but then he jumped off a bridge) 8. mash 3 (hawktrap trapper goes to maine/hawkeye loves his hometown) 9. mfu (man from uncle tv napoleon/illya duh) 10. MI1a (making ethan’s sad apartment less sad thru friendship) 11. mum (the mummy 2017 nick is sick af and it’s getting worse) 12. mum 2 (nick gets totally subsumed by the monster) 13. mummer 3 (the mummy 2017 nick-vail back story) 14. nice guys (there are no second acts in american lives) 15. perry 3 (strickson new years 1930) 16. perry 4 (ham and perry hook up and perry immediately regrets it) 17. perry 4.5 (ham clocks pete as in love with perry, post s2) 18. perry 7 (post swim back to shore, perry brings pete back to his place) 19. perry 8 (perry finds pete in the blackmail pictures) 20. perry 9 (that fuckin bridge) 21. pm 3 (terry + fireworks = a bad new years) 22. pm 4B (sequel to my retirement fic) 23. pm 5 (marlowe gets the shit kicked out of him) 24. pm 6 (marlowe runs after terry after the end of TLG) 25. pm 7 (marlowe and terry are dating but neither of them know it) 26. pm 8 (marlowe goes to find terry in acapulco) 27. pm 9 (terry goes to marlowe right away after finding sylvia) 28. pm 10 (marlowe bumps into terry in NYC) 29. pm 11 howard (terry lacks an inherent self) 30. pm 12 (terry calls marlowe after being shot) 31. pm 14 (modern au) 32. pm 15 (marlowe gets the shit kicked out of him 2) 33. pm 16 sylvia (marlowe attends a dinner party at the lennox’s) 34. pm BEB (the Black-Eyed Blonde but with a more acceptable ending to me) 35. pMsG (a marlowe-steve grayce encounter + terry of course) 36. PRU (pacrim uprising, nate and hermann are the same type of guy) 37. R-A (reanimator) 38. SH (doyle holmes, watson and moran become weird friends during the hiatus) 39. stare wares (kylo does force crimes against poe post-TFA) 40. stare wares 2 (poe’s x-wing crashes very bad) 41. terror (miracles on the ice) 42. TL (some terry lennox perspective) 43. TLB 2 (david survives and is a feral weirdo for a while) 44. TLB 3 (the lost boys, david/michael + david and his dad, sortof a sequel my david-as-ace merrill fic) 45. WSS 2 (riff and tony go to coney island)

#my writing #woof and then there's all the little things in my notes app and email drafts lol

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thoushallnotfall · 2 years

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No Good

Masterlist

Pairing: Ace Merrill x Chambers!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

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

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

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

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine.” You agree.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But--!” He tries to argue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You scowl over at Ace.

"Are you serious? I told you--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, it is."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, go where?" He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, just imagine me--sweet."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhmm." You smile.

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

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

You pull back and look at him.

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

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

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

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

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ar-agon · 3 years

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Ace?

David x reader

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

Warning: none that I know of

Length: 2740

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But he looked exactly like him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, come on bunny,” he said softly.

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

“It’s David, now.”

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

“My name. It’s David.”

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

“I planned on it,” he tells you.

“Why didn’t you? I waited.”

“I couldn’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Our hang out.”

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

“It’s not a junkyard.”

“Good… but I can’t leave my friends.”

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

“Promise.”

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

“Oh, um.”

“Still don’t trust me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on, I’ll keep you safe.”

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

“I’ll catch you.”

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

“Welcome to our humble abode.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And so much has.”

“I’m not talking about names.”

“Neither am I.”

You looked at him confused.

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

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

“I know.”

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

“What is it?” you questioned.

“Something that will let us be together.”

“Ace,” you said softly.

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

“Promise?”

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

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

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venusisgeeky · 2 years

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Masterlist

Hi everyone this is my Masterlist. This is where you’ll find all my writings . Right now it isn’t too special because i don’t have too many writings but it’ll be updated with more once I write more.

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Back to the future

George Mcfly-

How you meet/first date

Dating George McFly would include

Random George hcs

Sfw alphabet

Scream

Billy x stu- mistakes like this

Stand by me

Ace Merrill x plus-size! reader hcs

Ace Merrill sfw alphabet (soon)

Rivers edge

Layne sfw alphabet

Stranger things

Eddie Munson x plus-size!reader who loves popculture hcs

Spin city

Meeting Stuart bondek hcs (soon)

Say anything

Soft yandere! Lloyd Dobbler hcs (soon)

Lloyd Dobbler sfw alphabet (soon)

Lloyd Dobbler x plus-sized!reader hcs (soon)

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firstaidspray · 2 years

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❣️ + juliet arthur (or whoever if they're all asked for)

I did Juliette and Arthur so I will do Juliette and Ace!!!

Who is the little spoon? Juliette usually, but occasionally Ace just wants to be held and they'll switch. He'd never let anyone know that, though.

Who sings in the shower? Juliette does when alone, but when they start living together they usually share so she doesn't if they are together.

Who plays pranks on the other? Both do, and it usually ends up in a whole war. Ace will even enlist the help of his entire gang. It gets competitive.

Who is the one who listens to pop music? Both are more rock fans. And it's 1969, so pop music wasn't very great lmao

Who brings the other a random cup of joe? Juliette would for Ace, and he would on occasion if she liked it, but she doesn't.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night? They'll honestly just go to the drive in regardless of movie and have sex in the car. Oops.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public? Juliette would to Ace just to embarrass him.

Who gives the other random little compliments? Both do, but Ace's are rarer. Juliette showers him in love at any given moment, but Ace will only do it around her. He can't let his tough guy reputation get damaged by doing it in public.

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? Juliette takes things from Ace's plate, and he pretends to be mad if it's in public, but he doesn't care if it's at home.

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? Juliette would be more likely to let Ace take the Chevelle out for a drive.

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? Juliette, because she's the only one who goes shopping. She does ask for his input, though.

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? Juliette. That bedside manner never quits.

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? When it comes to baseball or hockey, Juliette needs no explanation. Anything else, Ace has to tell her the rules, but she never remembers them.

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? Ace does!! It's a secret though, if anyone other than Juliette knew he'd kill them.

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? Juliette has to remind Ace, because everything is on his time and if they're late, then so be it.

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? Juliette actually has a tattoo of Ace's name above a heart with a switchblade through it (kinda like Tiffany Valentine's Chucky tattoo) on her boob. Ace might get one of Juliette's too, but it would be in a simple script.

Thank you so much!!!

#my ocs #ask game #juliette chrysler #ace merrill #stand by me #x: i want you to want me #v: stand by me

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80s4life · 3 years

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Word Count: 1,841

Status: Suggested!

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

@: @gpiggy98

Fandom: Stand By Me 1984

Relationship: Ace Merrill x Female!Reader

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

Warnings: language, minor injury, fluff!

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise not to tell mom?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

///

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

That’s when an idea occurred.

///

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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theaawalker · 1 month

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Quick query do you have a list of who and what you write for?

Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

What I won’t write-

Thanks for reading❤️

-A.A. Walker

#writer #writers on tumblr #academia #artists on tumblr #booklr #aspiring author #college #creative writing #nostalgia #on writing #my fandoms #fandom #fandom culture #fandom things #fandom community #fandomtings

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miinesweeper · 3 years

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🪓 — welcome to my blog.

what i write;;

— oneshots

— preferences/headcanons

— might occasionally find character icons

— a couple full length fics (with painfully slow updates)

— i also make character playlists <3

about me;;

— you can call me yugo or mel

— i love anything horror related, reading and writing, movies (rec’s are always apprecaited), and i love screaming about pathetic fictional men

fandom & characters list;;

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

the breakfast club

- andrew clark

- claire standish

- brian johnson

- john bender

- allison reynolds

the dark knight trilogy

- jonathan crane/scarecrow

dexter

- dexter morgan

- debora morgan

diary of a wimpy kid

- rodrick heffley

ferris bueller’s day off

- ferris bueller

- slaone peterson

- cameron frye

fright night (1985 version)

- charley brewster

- amy peterson

- ‘evil’ ed thompson

- jerry dandrige

- peter vincent

gotham

- jonathan crane/the scarecrow

harry potter

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

- harry potter

- ron weasley

- ginny weasley

- fred & george weasley

- hermione granger

- luna lovegood

- draco malfoy

- cedric diggory

- neville longbottom

i am not okay with this

- sydney novak

- stanley barber

jennifer’s body

- jennifer check

- anita lesnicki

- chip dove

the lost boys

- michael

- david

- dwayne

- paul

- marko

- star

- frog bros

- sam

∞ ozark

- marty byrde

- wendy byrde

- charlotte byrde

- wyatt langmore

- ruth langmore

red eye

- jackson rippner

- lisa reisert

∞ scarlet hollow

- stella richmond

- avery belle

- reese kelly

- kaneeka forsyth

- oscar gutierrez

- sam wayne

- tabitha scarlet

shameless

- fiona gallagher

- ian gallagher

- lip gallagher

- debbie gallagher

- carl gallagher

- mandy milkovich

- mickey milkovich

- kevin ball

- veronica fisher

- jimmy/steve lishman

stand by me

- ace merrill

- eyeball chambers

stranger things

- nancy wheeler

- jonathan byers

- billy hargrove

- steve harrington

- robin buckley

- eddie munson

- chrissy cunningham

- lucas sinclair

- dustin henderson

- mike wheeler

- will byers

- max mayfield

- eleven hopper

∞ super dark times

- josh templeton

- zach taylor

- allison bannister

∞ twdg

season 1:

- lee everett

- molly

- ben

- glenn

- doug

- carley

- christa

- omid

season 2:

- luke

- jane

- nick

season 3:

- javier

- gabe

- kate

- ava

- eleanor

- tripp

- paul/jesus

season 4:

- marlon

- clem

- louis

- violet

- mitch

- james

- brody

- ruby

- omar

watching the detectives

- neil

- violet

∞ wayward pines

- ethan burke

- theresa burke

- ben burke

x-files

- dana scully

- fox mulder

my masterlist has everything i’ve written linked and it’s organized by fandom, check it out :DD

requests;;

— requests are always open (unless stated otherwise) !! send whatever you want and i’ll write it write away ;)

— also pls feel free to request playlists for characters and shows/series/movies !!

— requests are super fun and make me very motivated so pls send as many as you want :DD

— also !! i’ll do match ups (you tell me a bit about yourself and i pair you up with a character from whatever fandom(s) you choose) (pls request these they look so fun to do)

— pls only send them through my asks, not my dm’s

— usually i can get requests done pretty fast, but sometimes i need a little time, i want them to be as good as possible when i post them <3

— your requests can be as specific or as general as you want

— however; please respect my limits if there’s something i don’t want to write, and please give me time to write so that i can make all of my posts as good as possible

will write;;

— oneshots

— preferences

— oc x cc

— cc x reader

— specific requests such as artist!reader, strong!reader, etc

— multiple cc’s x reader/poly relationships

— oneshots based off of songs, one word/one sentence prompts etc

— mild nsfw

— angst

— fluff

— horror

— au’s

— match-ups <3

— most things tbh

won’t write;;

— blatant smut

— cc x cc

— real person x reader

— incest & pedophilia or any other gross thing like those

match-ups;;

— describe yourself as little or as much as you want (but at least tell me ur sexuality so i know who to consider :])

— some stuff you might wanna include are things such as your likes & dislikes, general traits, hobbies, pet peeves, aesthetic/style, zodiac, mbti, etc

— tell me what fandom(s) you want your match-up to possibly be from

— and do let me know if there’s a specific character (or multiple characters) that you particularly don’t want your possible match to be

— and then i’ll tell you which character i think you’d match best with !

(pls request a match-up i wanna do this so bad </3)

asks box info;;

— pls feel free to come in with questions, movie/show/music/etc recommendations and requests of course

— if you wanna be a specific anon (and sign off with an emoji or smth like that) go ahead, it’s fine by me :]

— anons :: 💫 anon, bat anon

date: aug 28, 21’

#fanfiction #twdg #fright night #fright night 1985 #the lost boys #the breakfast club #stranger things #writing #requests #intro #rules #super dark times #ozark netflix #ozark #shameless

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