#Ace Merrill x Eyeball Chambers

[writinginatree]

Ace Merrill x Eyeball Chambers (& Merrill!reader) - Mediator

Summary: When your brother Ace and his boyfriend Eyeball have a bad fight it's on you to mediate between them in order to try and save their secret relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, slight misogyny I think?, cheating (kinda), swearing

You're startled from the nap you were taking in your brother's car by the sound of yelling.

Before you can even try to decipher what's going on, Ace gets into the car, slams the door and drives off without bothering to look back at whoever he'd been arguing with.

You do look back, after you sat up from the little nest you'd made for yourself from a blanket and Ace's jacket, and see Eyeball standing there next to the backdoor of Irby's. He's already too far away to make out his expression in what little light the street lamps provide, but his fists are balled at his sides, his head hanging low.

You turn to look at your brother. He's gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white, and his clenched jaw and furrowed brows tell you it would be very ill-advised to ask questions right now.

Not that you need to. It's obvious your favorite lovebirds had a fight, and it's not exactly hard to guess what about, either. When there's trouble in paradise it's always for the same reason.

That reason being that your brother dearest takes the keeping-the-relationship-with-his-boyfriend-secret-thing very seriously — which in and of itself is a good thing, as they both agree. Ace insists it would be suspicious if they didn't flirt with girls and take them out occasionally, and that's certainly true. Eyeball agrees, but that's where the trouble starts, because unfortunately Ace tends to take things a little too far. If he starts making out with these chicks as a cover, can that already be considered cheating? Ace says no, but Richie has a quite jealous side to him, and so fights about the dates Ace goes on aren't uncommon, while Eyeball's various dates are never mentioned, because he "knows when to stop".

As common and short-lived as these fights are, that doesn't make them any less unpleasant. And as the only person who knows about the boys' relationship you're always stuck in the middle, trying to mediate.

You risk another glace at your brother's face and rest your head on his shoulder, hoping it'll give him some calmness. This fight must have been a really bad one. You can't remember the last time you've seen Ace this upset.

Finally he pulls into your driveway. The lights are off, and since it's only quarter to ten that probably means neither of your parents will be home tonight. All the better.

You follow Ace inside without a word. He'll start talking when he's ready.

You pause in the hallway between your rooms while Ace enters his, wondering if you should give him some space. You don't want to leave him alone like this though...

Before you come to a decision he waves you inside, so you follow him. After closing the door behind you you sit down next to your brother on his bed.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" you carefully ask.

He shrugs and takes his time answering, lighting a cigarette before he finally says, "As if you don't know. We had a fight, the whole parking lot must have heard that."

"Yeah, well, I was sleeping. Only woke up when you got in the car. What did you fight about?"

Ace sighs. "The usual. That idiot seriously thinks I'd rather be with that ugly Beverly Thomas bitch than him. As if it's my fault she kissed me."

"...did you kiss her back?"

Ace crosses his arms over his chest, scowling at you. "Well, yeah. What else was I supposed to do?! I got a reputation to uphold, you know that."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But you wouldn't like watching Richie suck face with some stupid chick either, would you?"

"That's not the point! If anyone finds out about us we're done for. We gotta keep up the act! I can't believe he doesn't know that."

"Of course he knows that, Ace. And he does his best to keep up the act. But... I wasn't there so I don't know, but could it be that maybe you overdid it a little?"

The question earns you another glare from your brother. "Whose side are you even on?!"

"There shouldn't be sides, Ace! I just want you to stop fighting! I'm sick of it. As if it ain't bad enough that Mom and Dad are screaming at each other all the time, now you guys gotta start with the stupid, pointless arguments too!"

Ace's expression softens. "'m sorry, Princess. But if Richie gets jealous about every little bullshit that's not my fault."

"It's at least partly your fault. The least you could do is make sure he doesn't have to see you making out with those sluts–"

"Language, Sweetie."

You blow a raspberry at him and continue. "I'm just saying you both need to work on this issue."

Ace sighs once more. "I'm not sure if there's much left to work on after today..."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It's supposed to mean that I don't know if he even wants to be with me anymore."

You're too shocked to say anything for a moment, but then you jump up from the bed. "Hold the fuck on! Of course he still wants to be with you! You're just having a stupid little fight, you can't break up! You... You love each other! You can't break up!"

Instead of answering Ace just buries his face in his hands.

You sit back down and hug him, and say, "I'll talk to him. I'm sure he doesn't want to break up with you. It's gonna be fine, Johnny, you'll see."

When he doesn't even reprimand you for calling him Johnny you know he's feeling really terrible. There's no doubt in your mind that Eyeball is feeling just as bad, so you decide to head to his place and talk to him right away.

Ace gets a kiss on the cheek, then, before he knows it, you're out the door.

It's a short walk to the Chambers' place, and you wonder if Richie is even there already. What if he's still at Irby's? You shrug the thought off, and walk around the house to the window leading into the room he shares with his brother. You don't want to take the front door, not only because it's late and his Dad's car is in the driveway, but also because you'll be talking about a sensitive topic that no one else needs to know about.

Looking through the window there's no light on, but that's not saying much, so you softly knock. There's no answer at first, but when you knock again Chris' face appears before you.

He opens the window, frowning. "What do you want?"

"Is Eyeball there?"

"No."

You sigh. Looks like you'll have to wait.

"Why are you looking for him?" Chris wants to know.

"None of your business."

You head back to the street to wait in the driveway, but out of sight from the house.

It's a mild spring night, but even so you're getting cold because you didn't think to bring a jacket, and you're glad when it doesn't take long until Eyeball shows up.

He stops when he sees you, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped. It's hard to tell in the dark, but you think he might have been crying just minutes before.

You don't say anything, and let him come closer.

"Did Ace send you?"

"Not directly. But I told him I'd talk to you. He thinks you wanna break up with him. But you're not gonna do that, are you? Please say no, Richie. Please!"

He shakes his head. "Maybe I should, before he does. Maybe he'd be happier fucking around without me holding him back."

"No! He loves you, Rich, really. You know those chicks are just cover. I know he's taking it a bit far, I talked to him about that already, but he's just trying to make sure you guys don't get caught! If the wrong person finds out–"

Eyeball interrupts you with a hand on your shoulder. "I know the stakes, Y/N, believe me. If anyone even suspects anything my Dad's gonna kill me. But that doesn't mean Ace can just go around fucking everything with tits that crosses his path."

"Whoa, okay, now you're exaggerating. He's never actually fucked any of them, and he wouldn't. You gotta have some trust, Richie!"

"I do. I do trust him, okay. Shit, I know he wouldn't cheat, but I just can't help but think he'd be better off with someone else. Some chick or another, so he doesn't have to hide."

"That's bullshit, Richard!" You glare at him, hands on your hips, and put as much authority into your voice as you possibly can without yelling. "And if you assholes would actually talk about your problems instead of sulking and blaming it on the other you would know that. Ace doesn't want someone else, and he would not be happier with some stupid broad. And you are not gonna leave him just because you think you ain't good enough for him or whatever bullshit it is you've convinced yourself of. I decide who's good enough for my brother, not your self-esteem, and I say you two are absolutely made for each other. You're coming home with me right now, and then you idiots are gonna talk this out."

You don't give him a chance to protest, taking him by the hand and dragging him down the street back towards your place. You don't let go of him until you're standing in Ace's room; there you push him towards your brother and cross your arms.

"Now make up!"

At first they just stare at each other, unsure what to say. Neither of them wants to apologize first.

You give your brother a pointed look. Eyeball might have overreacted, but Ace did give him reason to be jealous.

"I'm sorry," he mutters. "I'll try to tone it down a little."

There's no need to specify what he's talking about, and no doubt he means it. If Ace says sorry and admits there was something wrong with his behavior you can be sure he really cares, because otherwise he wouldn't bother.

Eyeball walks over to him and sits down next to him.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to make it seem like I don't trust you. I just hate seeing you with someone else, even if it's just for show."

Ace takes his boyfriend's hand, intertwining their fingers, and nods. "I'll try to keep the flirting to when you don't have to see. And I guess if I don't go on quite as many dates it wouldn't be all that suspicious..."

"Glad you finally realized that. I love you, asshole."

"I love you too, idiot."

They start making out, seemingly forgetting that you even exist.

You clear your throat. "Okay then. Now that we've cleared that up I'll, uh, be in my room with the music up loud, so you guys just... do your thing and don't mind me, okay? Okay."

[psychotic-star-girl]

How it feels finding something to read when the fandom is either dead or unknown or the character is just underated:

[nenynrawrites]

Want a hug<3

Summary: Where it's a rare quiet afternoon in Ace and Eyeball's house, but Eyeball demands a hug

Wordcount: 379 words

Warnings: None, just fluff:)

A/N: @xadenriorsonslittlesister Guess who finally remembered that they got an Ace x Eyeball imagine laying around? Exactly, me! I hope you have fun with this<3

,,Babyyyy!''

,,What?''

,,Want a hug...''

,,Is that a question or a demand?''

,,Both?''

,,Come 'ere...''

It was a very rare quiet afternoon in the Merrill-Chambers house: The kids were finally asleep, after an hour of fussing about not needing to sleep (their eyes were as red as tomatoes). So for Ace, the smartest idea, obviously, was to relax with today's newspaper. It were a few hard days at work, and with two toddlers at home, it was sure fire way for him to just end up having to endure headaches, no matter how much Eyeball's home remedies tried to help, he really needed some rest. And so he laid back in the recliner, opening the newspaper and reading away. But then came Eyeball.

,,Did the kids tire you out?''

,,Eh, nah, more the fact that I could barely spend time with you this week. You can't imagine how lonely it gets when your husband comes home late at night and you're already asleep...''

,,I know, I missed it, too...You can lay down properly, the chair won't collapse.''

Eyeball laid himself fully onto Ace, wrapping an arm around his husband's neck, the other playing with the hem of his shirt.

,,Especially Princess missed you at dinner. Would always ask where you were and stuff...But Kenny did a great job distracting her. Oh, that reminds me...''

Eyeball stood back up, walking into the kitchen and coming back with a piece of paper, handing it to Ace.

,,Their current subject in school is fantasy and all that, and they had to create a recipe for magic cookies. She made these with you in mind.''

The recipe went as followed:

All ingredients for a normal cookie dough

1 enchanted moss

2 unicorn hairs

The saliva of a raging beast (Kenny)

Lots and lots of glitter!!!

,,I guess Kenny will be turned into a cookie soon.''

,,I guess so.''

Ace out the recipe and newspaper aside, opening his arms for Eyeball to lay back on him, rubbing over his back and head.

,,You know...My schedule will be back to normal again by next week, so we'll have enough time to catch up, if you know what I mean.''

,,I do know what you mean, and hey, then I can tell you what I've been up to!''

,,Can't wait!''

[midnightwitch92]

Random Character Shipping

[mychemicalimagines]

Requests Open!!

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

Supernatural: Dean, Sam, John

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

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

Marvel: Steve, Bucky, Thor, Clint

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

The Walking Dead: Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Shane

Scream: Billy, Stu, Randy, Dewey

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

Zac Efron or his Character: Troy Bolton

American Pie: Jim, Oz, Finch, Kevin

No MalexMale!Readers. Preferably no Poly!CharactersxReader

[midnightwitch92]

Cobras Preference #6 - How He Acts When He's Jealous

Ace:: Ace would never openly admit to being jealous. If you ever confront him about it, he denies it all. Though, you very well know that he gets jealous when you talk to most guys. You know he can’t help it, so you don’t much mind. He’ll usually step closer to your side, bringing his arm around your waist and subtly pulling you closer. His eyes shoot daggers at the guy, sending him the clear message to get lost. He methods never fail, so he doesn’t have to be jealous for more than a few seconds usually.

Eyeball:: Eyeball is a lot more truthful about his jealous, though he hates admitting it. He’s in denial half of the time, but when you give him a certain look he confesses the jealousy. When he’s jealous, it’s usually a guy. He simply folds his arms across his chest, glaring subtly at the guy flirting with you. Finally, the numbskull realizes that you’re Eyeball’s and only Eyeballs. He apologizes, backing off immediately and leaving the two of you. You actually find his jealous cute, not minding it at all.

Billy:: When Billy gets jealous, it’s quite obvious to you. He’ll stand closer to your side, trying to hint to you that it’s time to leave or you have somewhere else to be. You comply, taking his hand and walking off after saying goodbye to the guy. Billy immediately lets out a sigh of relief, glad that he doesn’t have to continue standing there and watching the guy flirt hopelessly.

Charlie:: Charlie never voices his jealousy, nor does he deny it. He’ll openly tell you he was jealous if you ask after the fact. He’ll stand by your side when you’re talking to guys. Though, he won’t do anything but hold you hand. You can tell it in his eyes though. He gets a sadder look that only you’re able to decipher. When you notice this look, you politely tell the guy you’re due somewhere else and leave him. 

- Madison Duchamp - 

It’s been awhile, no? Especially for a Cobras Preference. I apologize. School is continuing to get in the way, of course.

[80s4life]

Being A Chambers Kid & Dating Ace Merrill HC”*

Word Count: 1,254

Status: Requested!

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

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

Fandom: Stand By Me 1984

Relationship: Ace Merrill x Female!Chambers!Reader

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

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​ @tangledcopperstrands​ 

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

Masterlist Stand By Me Masterlist

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

Before: “The Calm Before The Storm”

You were the “Small Chambers”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

During: “The Missing Pieces Finally Connect”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dating Ace is bliss:

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

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

Smashing mailboxes with the boys

Setting abandoned houses on fire

Stealing stuff from the drug stores

Running away from the cops hand-in-hand

Laughing and joking constantly

All-night car drives in the middle of the summer

Making out in the backseat of his car

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

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

Ass and thighs worshiper (I said what I said)

10/10 with his tongue

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

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

Fucks you long and hard without remorse

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

You’re a brat, but who cares?

Your relationship does have its lows though:

Petty arguments every once in a while

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

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

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

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

Ace says “I love you” first

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

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

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

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

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

The Breakup: “Can’t Live Without You”

Most likely his jealousy

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

Throws things near you, never at you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is, until you feel enough is enough

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After: “Love Lost, Lessons Learned”

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

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

You do, however, find the closer you were missing

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

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

You catch each other staring sometimes, talk too

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

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

Songs: “Bittersweet Melodies”

“Fire on Fire” by Sam Smith

“You Broke Me First” by Tate McRae

“It’s You” by Ali Gatie

“Dandelions” by Ruth B.

“Infinity” by James Young

“Happier” by Ed Sheeran

[old-love]

Fourth of July

Summary: Fourth of July with the cobras :)

Warnings: minor language & alcohol

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

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

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

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

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

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

  You smiled sweetly before flipping the bird to Ace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——-

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

[lachambers-central]

Stand by Me is Queer Media  🌈 

[writinginatree]

Ace Merrill x female!Chambers!reader - Tell Me

Summary: When your brother's best friend wants to know what's gotten you so upset you have no choice but reveal what the girls that keep giving your trouble have found out about. Ace's reaction to your crush is not what you expected.

Warnings: Small injury, it's kinda implied that reader gets bullied, language

"What did you do to your hand?"

You glanced at your brother who stood beside you, smoking, and quickly pulled down your sleeve to hide the injury.

The knuckle of your little finger was badly swollen, and when you opened your palm with the fingers stretched, it stood out white against your bruised flesh, much further back than it should have been compared to your other hand. If it hadn't been for the fact that it barely hurt you would have thought your knuckle was dislocated.

"Nothin'."

Eyeball saw right through your lie. "Please tell me you didn't punch a wall again," he groaned.

"I'm afraid I cannot tell you that."

An exasperated sigh from your twin caused you to add, "In my defense, it was an accident this time. I was aiming for a cheerleader's face, but she ducked away faster than I thought."

You almost wished you'd punched the wall out of anger as you sometimes did. If you had you wouldn't have struck it at such an unfortunate angle, and your knuckle would be fine. Well... maybe. After all the wall was rather hard either way.

"What is it with you and those cheerleaders? What did this one do now?!"

"She was making fun of me!"

"Great, and now she can make fun of you for managing to hit the wall instead of her. Good job!"

You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted. "She'll want to think twice about that. I broke her nose with the second punch, and if she keeps talking shit I'll gladly make it worse."

"What did she make fun of you for, anyway?"

You sighed. "The usual. Except worse cause those bitches somehow found out about my crush on Ace. Or maybe it was just a shot in the dark to see how I'd react, but..."

"...but now they definitely know for sure," Eyeball finished your sentence. He sighed. "Are you gonna tell him now, before he finds out from them?"

"I dunno, Richie. He probably doesn't feel the same, and it would just make things awkward between us. It's not like he'd believe them if they start spreading rumors."

They were probably doing so at this very moment, sitting at lunch with their little friends and pretentious boyfriends.

You wondered where Ace might be. Not in the cafeteria, that was for sure, so you didn't have to worry about him finding out just yet.

"You sure about that?" Richie asked, and for a second you wondered if he'd read your mind. Then you remembered what you'd said.

"What, do you think he'd believe them over me if I deny it?!"

Eyeball shrugged. "I dunno. I'm just saying you're not exactly a good liar when it comes to stuff you're emotional about. And a crush is like the very definition of emotional."

You stopped pacing back and forth—when had you started doing that, anyway? You couldn't recall—, and sat down in the grass, burying your face in your hands with a frustrated sigh. "I know. God, this is so fucking stupid!"

"What is?"

Your head snapped up, your eyes meeting those of the person responsible for your current dilemma.

"Hi Ace."

You awkwardly smiled up at him.

How long had he been there? Had he heard what you and Richie had been talking about?

"Hey. What's got you so upset?"

Seemed like he hadn't. Thank god.

"'m not upset."

He crouched down next to you, and scoffed. "Sure you ain't. Is it those stupid cheerleaders again?"

You nodded and hoped that would be the end of it, but Ace reached for your hand, inspecting your injury.

"Got you pretty riled up this time, huh? You punch a wall or one of them?"

You couldn't answer at first, too focused on the fact that he was holding your hand. His skin was pleasantly warm against your own—your hands were cold, as usually, except for your swollen knuckle, which was sickly hot—and you felt the rough calluses on them.

"Both, actually," you finally managed. "First the wall, then the cheerleader."

Ace laughed and finally let go of your hand. "Damn. What did she say to make you that angry?"

You shook your head. "Never mind."

"C'mon."

"No, never mind. It's nothin', Ace. Just let it go."

"Yeah, I don't think so. If it got you this upset it clearly isn't nothing. C'mon, if you tell me what it is I'll help you beat her up some more."

Despite everything he got a little smile out of you with that. "Tempting, but I already handled her."

"Ah. So there is something you could tell me. I wanna know what that bitch said to you, Y/N, and I won't leave you alone until you tell me."

Damn it, why did he have to be so fucking stubborn?!

You looked to your brother for help, but instead of helping you he gave you a look that screamed Tell him! and walked away without a word. Fucking traitor.

Ace put a hand under your chin, making you look back at him.

"What did she say to you?"

"The usual shit 'bout my family."

"You're used to that, doll. Those bitches don't know shit, and you know it. There must have been something else that's bothering you so much. Isn't there?"

"Maybe..."

"Won't you tell me? Please?"

"I don't know, Ace... It's not... She– She just took a guess at something and happened to be right. It's not something I wanna talk about."

"No? Then you can be sure she is gonna talk about it."

"I know..."

"Then why don't you just tell me? I don't wanna be the last one to find out."

Good point. At this time tomorrow the whole school would know about your crush on Ace thanks to those cheerleaders...

"I guess I should..."

"Go on then. It can't be that bad."

"Okay. But– But you have to promise me you won't laugh."

"Of course not. I'd never laugh at you, doll."

"Okay. Okay, so, the thing is... I, uh... I might have a bit of a crush on you. Perhaps." You paused, and decided you shouldn't downplay it like that. As far as the cheerleaders were concerned, and everyone they would doubtlessly be spreading rumors to, it wasn't more than that—couldn't possibly be more than that, because people like you had black holes for hearts and didn't even know how to spell 'love', let alone how it felt,—but Ace deserved to know the truth, even if you weren't sure if he'd appreciate it. "No, actually– actually it's more than just a bit of a crush. I love you. And– and I don't expect– You– You don't have to say anything..."

You couldn't stand to look him in the face, so you didn't know what Ace was thinking, but at least he wasn't laughing at you.

The silence seemed to stretch forever, until Ace finally spoke.

"Wow. That's not what I was expecting when you told me not to laugh."

You shrugged, still looking at the ground instead of at him.

You heard him sigh, and prepared for the rejection that was sure to follow. You were sure he was just trying to find the right words to turn you down without hurting your feelings too much. You were friends. You couldn't possibly hope for more than that. Ace didn't do love, only one night stands, and that was the last thing you wanted. Rejection was inevitable.

"Listen, doll, I'm not exactly the relationship type–"

"I know. That's why I didn't say anything. I don't expect you to feel the same. You don't do feelings. That's fine. Please just forget it, okay? I just told you so you wouldn't have to find out from those fucking cheerleaders."

"Would you please let me finish my sentence, Sweetheart?" His voice lacked the sarcasm it usually held when he called you that, and though the annoyance was there, it was softened by a fondness you'd never heard from him before. "I ain't never gone steady with a girl, but you're special. I like you, Y/N, and I wanna give it a try. Give us a try. I don't know if it's love, but–" He shrugged. "There's something about you. I think it'd be nice if you were my girl. If you'll give me a chance."

If you would give him a chance? Good god, he made it sound as if you hadn't just confessed your love to him, as if he was the one whose heart was beating so fast it surely was going to leap out of their chest any second.

"Of course I'll give you a chance you dork. There's nothing I'd love more than to be your girl."

Your eyes met his, and despite the always-present confident smirk you noticed the vulnerability hidden just underneath. He'd said he didn't know if it was love, but there were feelings between you, that was for sure.

"Are you sure? I certainly ain't the ideal boyfriend. I'll try my best, but..." Again he trailed off and shrugged.

You knew what he meant.

Having known Ace pretty much your whole life you knew him in and out, knew all about his many escapades with various girls—all of which ended up heartbroken because unlike them, Ace hadn't been looking for love, but only a good fuck. You knew he could be difficult. Arrogant. Reckless. Mean.

But you'd also seen his good sides, and in your eyes those outweighed the bad by far.

He was loyal, to his friends, his gang—including you—,and you believed he was capable of being a faithful boyfriend if he bothered to try. He could be caring when he wanted to, you'd seen it when Eyeball or you were hurt. Protective, too. And, maybe the most important of all, he never ever got violet with the people he cared about, no matter how angry he was.

So no, Ace was by no means perfect, but maybe that very fact made him the perfect match for you, because neither were you.

You smiled at him. "Don't worry, I wouldn't expect you to change. I love you just the way you are, crimes, flaws and all. Well... there is one thing. If you really want me there can't be any other girls."

Ace chuckled. "Yeah, I figured. I'd never cheat on you, don't worry. If, uh, if you catch me flirting with someone, out of habit, you know, you have my permission to punch my shoulder."

"Deal. Now... Can I get a kiss?"

Ace pulled you close with arm around your waist. "Mhm. You're my girl now; you can have all the kisses you want."

"–but not when I'm watching!"

Richie. Of course that asshole had to come back at the most inconvenient moment possible.

"Look away then!" you said, and pressed your lip's against Ace's without waiting to see if your brother would comply.

At this time tomorrow the whole school would know about your crush on Ace. But they could gossip all they wanted to. Ace was your boyfriend now, not just your crush, and you would make sure everyone learned about that, too. Then they'd really have something to talk about.

[thoushallnotfall]

No Good

Masterlist

Pairing: Ace Merrill x Chambers!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

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

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

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

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine.” You agree.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But--!” He tries to argue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

You scowl over at Ace.

"Are you serious? I told you--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, it is."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, go where?" He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, just imagine me--sweet."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhmm." You smile.

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

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

You pull back and look at him.

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

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

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

[voidedtrisha]

Requests are open!

Hiya everybody! My Imagine/oneshot/preference requests are open!

I am literally down for every type of request - except smut and adult x child pairings - so feel free to request!^^ Also don’t be afraid to ask me to do an imagine/preference/oneshot with a character or fandom I didn’t list!^^

Fandoms that I will write imagines about:

―The Lost Boys (1987):

Michael Emerson

Sam Emerson

Edgar Frog 

Alan Frog 

David 

Marko 

Paul 

Dwayne 

Star

―Stand By Me (1986):

Chris Chambers

Gordie Lachance

Vern Tessio

Teddy Duchamp

John ‘Ace’ Merrill

Richard ‘Eyeball’ Chambers

Billy Tessio

Charlie Hogan

―Young Guns I-II (1988/1990):

Billy the Kid

Chavez y Chavez

Joshia Gordon ‘Doc’ Scurlock

Dick Brewer

Stave Stephers

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh

―Footloose (1984):

Ren McCormack

Willard Hewitt

―Gravity Falls (2012-2016):

Mason ‘Dipper’ Pines

Mabel Pines

Wendy Corduroy

Robbie Valentino

Nate

Lee

Soos

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

―Class of 1999 (1990):

Cody Culp

Sonny Culp

―Stranger Things (2016- ):

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Robin Buckley

Eleven

―Grease (1978):

Danny Zuko

Sandy Olsson

Kenickie

―IT (1990/2017/2019):

Bill Denbrough

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Victor Criss

Reginald ‘Belch’ Hugins

―Changeling (2008):

Sanford Clark

Gordon Northcott

―Bones (2005-2017):

Zack Addy

Lance Sweets

Seeley Booth

James Aubrey

Temperence Brennan

Jack Hodgins

Arastoo Vaziri

Wendell Bray

Finn Abernathy

Jared Booth

Vincent Nigel-Murray

―Z-O-M-B-I-E-S I-II (2018/2020):

Zed Necrodopolis

Eliza Zambini

Wyatt Lykensen

Wynter Barkowitz

Willa Lykensen

Bucky Buchanan

Bonzo

Addison Wells

―Jeepers Creepers I-II (2001/2003):

Darry Jenner

Izzy Bohen

Scott Braddock

Andy Bucky

The Creeper

Billy Taggart

―Descendants I-II-III(2015/2017/2019):

Carlos De Vil

Evie

Mal

Jay

Harry Hook

Uma

Gil

Ben Beast

―Teen Wolf (2011-2017):

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Lydia Martin

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Liam Dunbar

Theo Reaken

Kira Yukimura

Jackson

Allison Argent

―Ed Edd n Eddy (1999-2008):

Double D

Rolf

Eddy

Edd

Kevin

Nazz

The Kanker sisters

Jonny

―Five Nights at Freddy’s (2014- ):

Freddy Fazbear

Foxy

Chica

Bonnie

Mangle

Toy Bonnie

Toy Freddy

Toy Chica

Springtrap

Fredbear

Funtime Freddy

Funtime Foxy

Ballora

Circus Baby

―Big Mouth (2017- ):

Nick Birch

Andrew Glouberman

Jay Bilzerian

Matthew

Jessi Glaser

Val Bilzerian

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If you want out just say it

(Not my gif)(requested via message)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now I do.” You laughed softly. 

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

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

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

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Ace Merrill x sister!reader - Nail Polish

Summary: You want to paint your brother's nails. Also Eyeball is there too.

"Ace? Can I paint your nails?"

Your brother slowly turned away from the TV to glare at you.

"I'm sorry, you want to do what now?" he asked, as if he hadn't let you do it plenty of times before, as Eyeball broke out laughing from his seat next to him.

But he immediately stopped laughing when you added, "Your's too, Rich."

"Oh, no. Absolutely not."

"Please! I'm bored!" You gave them your cutest puppy-eyes, knowing they never could say no to those. "C'mon, it'll look great!"

Ace was already pulling the grimace that always preceded him caving, but Eyeball stayed resilient.

"Can you imagine what my old man's gonna do if I come home wearing nail polish, Y/N? He'll take one look and bash my fucking head in."

"I can remove it again before you leave."

Eyeball shook his head. "Just paint Ace's."

"Excuse you?!"

"Don't act as if you don't let her do it all the time," Richie grinned, and Ace's frown only deepened.

"I don't know how the fuck you know that, but I swear to god if you tell anyone I'm gonna bash your head in."

Eyeball grinned even wider.

"Tell them what? That you're an absolute softy when no one's around? That our little Baby-Cobra here"—that earned him a "Hey!" from you—"got you completely wrapped around her little finger? Or that you apparently wear nail polish at home sometimes?"

Ace rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at him. "Just shut the fuck up."

You had gotten settled in the space between them on the couch now, and set down the differently colored little nail polish bottles in front of you, for your brother to choose from.

"Which one do you want?"

"Black."

"Not an option."

"What? Why not?!"

"Because you always pick black. Pick one of these."

Ace sighed and finally payed attention to the nail polishes lined up between you two. He quickly decided on a dark blue one—an easy decision when most of the other options were either pink, sparkly, or both.

When you opened the bottle both boys wrinkled their nose at the smell.

"Be honest Ace, what's worse– the humiliation of wearing nail polish, or the smell?" Eyeball asked.

"The smell. Definitely the smell."

You grabbed Ace's hand, instructing him to hold still and started painting his nails.

Eyeball scooted closer, and rested his chin on your shoulder to watch.

"Don't shove her," Ace warned him with a glare. "I don't want this stuff to get all over my whole fingers."

He didn't shove you. He kept perfectly still, fascinatedly watching how precise you were with the little brush, and it wasn't until you were screwing the bottle of nail polish shut that he broke out laughing again.

You looked up, and yes, the sight of Ace with his hands stretched out in the air as he couldn't touch anything until the nail polish was dry was very laughable indeed.

The look he was giving Eyeball though, not so much.

"Keep laughing and you can walk home," he said with a glance toward the window, outside of which the rain was pouring.

"That's cruel," Eyeball complained, but stopped laughing.

"And you're really sure you won't let me paint yours too?" you asked, pouting at him.

"Yeah. Sorry, Princess. Maybe some other time, okay?"

"Okay. I'll take you up on that."

And if Richie was hoping you would forget he'd said you could paint his nails some other time, well, then he was going to be disappointed.

You would remember. Definitely.

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Ace Merrill x reader x Eyeball Chambers - A Happy New Year

Summary: New Year's Eve with your two best friends, on both of which you have a secret crush, goes different than expected, when they insist you tell them why you've been acting so strange lately.

A/N: Yay, more best friends to lovers stuff, but this time it's poly!

"You two gonna ditch at the very last minute, too?"

Ace blew out smoke through his nose. "Nope. You're stuck with us."

"Good."

It was New Year's Eve, and instead of the big party the Cobras had wanted to have, it was only Ace, Eyeball, and you hanging out all alone, because the others had been forced to spend the night either with their family, or, in Billy's case, with their girlfriend and her family.

Ace and Eyeball had shrugged it off when all your other friends cancelled one after the other, after all the three of you could still have plenty of fun and get wasted without them, but you were really bummed out.

You'd been excited to celebrate the new year with all your friends after you hadn't been able to see them on Christmas because you'd been stuck spending the holidays with family, and even the prospect of spending the night with your two closest friends didn't do much to cheer you up.

While you claimed it was solely the fact that you'd wanted to spend tonight with all your friends that caused your bad mood, Ace and Eyeball knew better.

As you sat there and sulked, they exchanged a knowing glance behind your back.

Lately you were always acting a little weird when it was just the three of you, or just you and one of them, and it was taking a toll on all of you. Every attempt to find out what bothered you had been useless so far, but the boys weren't willing to give up on trying to get it out of you.

"You don't sound too happy," Eyeball said when Ace gave him a sign that he should start the conversation. "You don't like us anymore or something?"

"Of course I still like you! You're my best friends! It just sucks that the others can't be here with us."

"You never minded spending time with us alone. In fact you used to prefer when it was just us three," Ace said, and he was right.

Ace and Eyeball had befriended you way back in elementary school, and it hadn't taken long for you to become inseparable. Since you had always been a little shy you soon stuck to their sides like glue and refused to make any other friends, because, as you claimed, the both of them were all you needed.

When the other Cobras came around, though of course your group hadn't been called that until recently, you had begrudgingly accepted it, letting Ace and Eyeball drag you along to hang out with the others. In the end you warmed up to them, and wouldn't trade the gang for the world, but your two oldest friends also remained your closest.

As hard as you had tried to hide it, with how well they knew you it had only been a matter of time until they noticed how distant you became over the last couple of weeks.

Every time they had tried to bring it up you had managed to escape the conversation by making meaningless excuses or forcing them to change the topic, but unfortunately for you it seemed like they were determined to get a truthful answer from you this time.

Still you tried your best to avoid the inevitable.

"I don't mind spending time with you alone. 'm just a bit disappointed that we can't have a big New Years party like we'd wanted to."

"You don't even like big partys!"

You didn't have a response to that. It was true, you weren't a fan of having too many people around you, especially when they were drunk and boisterous, even if it was your friends and their partners.

You shrugged, trying to pretend you didn't care that Ace had seen through your lie, but he wasn't gonna let you get away with it that easily.

"C'mon, you think we haven't noticed that something's wrong? You've been acting off for almost two months now. If we pissed you off somehow–"

"No! You didn't do anything!"

Making them think they'd done something to upset you was the absolute last thing you wanted.

"Then why the fuck won't you tell us what's up? Because something is wrong, and don't you dare try to deny it."

You sighed and shook your head. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?!", Eyeball asked.

"Because– Because it does have something to do with you guys. But it's not– you didn't do anything wrong, and I swear our friendship means as much to me as it always did, I just– ... I just need some time. Okay? Gimme some time, then everything can go back to the way it always was."

"Yeah, no. Now you have to tell us what the problem is," Ace said. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Nothin'. Forget I said anything."

"Oh no, sweetheart. You're not getting away with this shit for any longer."

"Yeah, Y/N, come on," Eyeball joined Ace's efforts of convincing you. "You don't wanna start the new year having secrets from your best friends, do you?"

You stayed silent, and Ace decided to try a different approach. "Okay, why don't you wanna tell us?"

You sighed. "Cause I'm scared it'll ruin our friendship. It's– it's stupid, really. There's no point telling you."

Eyeball threw an arm around you. "Nothing could ruin our friendship. You ain't getting rid of us that easily."

He waited a few seconds, and when you didn't say anything he pouted at you. "Please, Y/N, won't you tell us?"

"He's right, Y/N. Whatever your problem is, we'll handle it together, like we always do," Ace said.

"But... What I have to tell you might change everything. I don't wanna lose you."

"You won't."

You still hesitated. "Promise?"

"Promise."

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, and told yourself that everything was going to be okay.

And even if it wasn't, there was no turning back now. You'd already told them too much.

"I love you. Both of you. And I don't know how to deal with that." They didn't respond, and if it hadn't been for the way they were staring at you with wide eyes you would have thought they didn't hear because you'd spoken so quietly. "I don't expect either of you to feel the same, okay. And I... I don't know, I guess I'll get over it, you just have to give me some time. I don't want this to ruin our friendship. Please."

The familiar frustration you felt about falling for both of your best friends was rising again, and you hoped they wouldn't prolong this conversation any more than necessary. You doubted you would be able to hold back from crying for very much longer.

Finally Eyeball broke the silence. "Hold on. You love us? That's why you were acting so weird?"

"Yeah. But– it doesn't matter. Just forget about it, okay?"

"Absolutely not."

"What? No, Ace. I'm sorry, okay? I don't want this to–"

"No, no, no. You're misunderstanding me. We will not just forget about this because we love you too."

Now it was your turn to be stunned silent.

"W–what? You what?"

"Love you," Eyeball finished your sentence.

You looked between them, wondering if they were making fun of you, but the whole situation was much too serious for that, and their expressions were solemn.

"For real?"

Ace couldn't help but grin at your amazement. "Yeah, silly. For real. Is that really so hard to believe?"

"Well... Yeah. It never occurred to me you might feel the same. The whole time I was just thinking I need to get over this stupid crush before it ruins our friendship, and how it's even stupider because I can't seem to at least pick just one of you."

Eyeball smiled. "Well, it's a good thing you can't, because we literally made a pact not to ask you out or tell you how we feel because we both like you and didn't want to do that to the other. And now you're telling us we could have just shared you this whole time..."

"What do you mean 'this whole time'? I only realized I have feelings for you like... I don't know, two months ago or something."

"Two months?", Eyeball asked in disbelief.

"Two fucking months," Ace repeated.

"Yeah. Why?"

Ace and Eyeball looked at each other and broke out laughing.

"What? What is it?! This ain't funny, guys!"

"You've been in love with us for two fucking months and didn't say anything?"

"Of course I didn't say anything; you're my best friends and I like both of you! I couldn't just tell you guys that and expect it to not ruin our whole friendship!" You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed at having to repeat yourself over and over again. "Why? When did you realize you like me?"

"Bout a month ago," Eyeball said, and Ace explained, "When you started acting weird we thought we upset you somehow, and then we started to wonder why we cared so much when we wouldn't have given a fuck if we upset any of our other friends."

"Took us a while to figure out it was 'cause we love you," Eyeball added.

"Well, then why didn't you say anything?"

"Because we thought you don't like us as much anymore and didn't wanna make it worse."

"Wow. We're all idiots, aren't we?"

"Guess we are. But you're definitely the biggest idiot. You seriously thought we wouldn't wanna be your friends anymore just cause you got a crush on us? What the fuck, Y/N?!"

"I couldn't know you like me back! And– and–" You couldn't think of anything else to say in your defense. Your insecurities had been all that stopped you from telling them, and with the way things had turned out now you felt incredibly stupid for acting the way you had. "Oh whatever. Do you wanna keep arguing into the new year or are you gonna shut up and kiss me already?!"

They grinned. Of course they'd rather kiss you.

They leant in—

"But who gets to kiss you first?"

You shrugged, and before a new argument could arise Ace's lips crashed against yours. He released you after a few seconds to let Eyeball have his turn, just as the clock struck midnight and fireworks went off in the sky.

When the kiss ended you smiled at the two men you loved.

"Happy new year, guys."

And it would be a very happy year indeed, you were sure of that, now that there were no more secrets overshadowing your relationship.