#Billy Tessio

[lachambers-central]

STAND BY ME as THAT 70s SHOW pt. 2

Eyeball @ Chris

Billy

The Gang every time someone meets Teddy

The Gang describing their adventure

Gordie

Ace @ the Cobras

[if-tomorrow-never-comes]

[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.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Blue Jeans [Chapter Seven] Menace [Ace Merrill]

A/n: I made a mistake in chapter five with the setting. The story takes place in the spring and the movie they went to see came out in the winter, so I changed it. My apologies.

Warning(s): family drama, realization, alcohol, anxiety, short chapter, OC, card game.

No Minors Allowed!!

“I'm dead serious,” Billy Tessio argued. He tapped his finger on the back of the two cards he sat down, then shot a glare at Charlie Hogan that said ‘Try me, I dare you’. 

The blonde, whose hair became more unkempt with every beer, curled his nose. He currently looked as though he had stuck a fork into a light switch. 

“I know for a fact you don't have a single ace.”

“I do have two, idiot. Come on, call me! This entire pile has your name all over it,” Tessio retorted. 

Elise hid her smile behind her cards. She was not sure if Tessio was lying or not, but it was entertaining to see the two argue with one another as though they were sixteen again. Had she known how competitive they were, she would not have suggested they play a card game. At the time there was not much else to do. 

Ace dragged her from her home to the field behind his farmhouse and soon the Cobras joined them, bringing cases of beer. They sat around and talked shit with one another while Ace tore apart an old Volkswagen DeLuxe. Elise on the other hand wandered around, searching the field until she came across a deck of playing cards on the seat of a Wards Twin-Row. It did not take much to persuade Eyeball and Charlie to play a game of ‘Bullshit’ with her - the two were bored - and when she suggested they shotgun a beer whenever a bluff was called wrong, Tessio agreed to join too. 

“What do you think, Elise? Bullshit,” Eyeball asked. 

“I think unless I know for sure, I'm not calling him out,” she admitted.

Not after she made a mistake herself and had to shotgun a warm beer. 

“I don't drink,” she tried to argue.

Ace leaned over the side of the rusted Chevy 3100 she was sitting in the bed of and nudged her arm with a can. 

“Rules are rules, babe.”

Elise managed to get more on her than she did in her mouth. But she earned a pat on the head from Ace when she finished it. 

“You're on your own, Chaz,” Eyeball stated with a grin. 

He thought for a moment longer, then backed down. 

“Bitch,” Tessio teased. 

“One 2,” Eyeball claimed. He placed a card face down on the growing pile, then turned toward Elise. “You looked a little down earlier.”

Ace mentioned the same thing when he picked her up.

“It's nothing serious,” Elise assured him. Or so she hoped. 

She had to say goodbye to her dad when she woke up. He was not supposed to leave until the afternoon but he claimed that he had important things to do before the work week. Elise knew that it was a lie. She heard her parents arguing the previous night because of her; because of what she said to her mom on the drive home from South Paris. It was her fault she drove him away, she reckoned. Elise frowned. 

The truck jerked a moment as Ace got into the bed, sitting with his legs on either side of her. He did not say a word, looking through a ‘Car & Parts’ magazine, but she felt happier with him nearby.

“One 3,” she uttered, placing the card on top of the pile. 

Charlie was next, tossing down a 4. Her eyes grew wide.  

“Bullshit!” Elise exclaimed. 

Charlie raised a brow. 

“You sure about that?”

She was. Elise knew for a fact Charlie had no 4s. She shook her head in confidence, then snorted as he let out an irritated growl and turned his cards face up for everyone to see. He had put down a 5 card instead. 

“How'd ya know I was lyin’?” He asked.

“You laid your cards face up, bozo when you popped the top on your last beer,” Tessio answered. “Everyone here saw your hand.”

It was true.

Charlie growled again, sounding like a mad dog. He tossed his cards between his legs. 

“I want a new hand.” 

“Tough shit,” Tessio disputed. 

Charlie, with his lips pulled back in a snarl, tried to argue but Ace put his magazine down and interjected in a calm, threatening tone.

“You don't get a new hand. It's your fault for being a ditz, so quit bitching and play the game.”

“Ain't no fun anyway,” Charlie pouted. “Can't we do something fun? Take the car out and play a game of Mailbox Baseball or something.”

Elise did not miss the shocked look that Eyeball had given him, as though he had just tattled on the group. Was she not meant to know this? A warm hand on her hip drew her attention to Ace, who had tossed the magazine aside and sat up. His chest touched her back.

“Beer is in the fridge. Will you get me a cold one?”

She knew what he was doing, and honestly, she felt bad for Charlie. It was not a big deal, even though it was considered illegal. Elise shook her head and laid down her cards. Grabbing a hold of the top railing of the truck bed, she lifted herself and slid past Tessio, leaping down. She ignored the deflated expressions the group shared as she ambled to the farmhouse. 

To her irritation, it felt warmer inside than it did outside. Elise reluctantly shut the screen door behind her, cutting off the only source of cool air she had, and opened the fridge. The inside temperature was nice, but Nana always told her that if she did not pay the bills, then she need not waste the cool air. She grabbed the only beer available and quickly shut it. As she was turning around, the screen door opened and Ace walked in. She could hear the whirring of a car engine in the distance. 

“Are the guys leaving?” She asked, handing Ace the beer. “That was the last one.”

He nodded then hummed. “Means you have to buy the next pack. Those are the rules.”

Elise tightened her jaw. The beer was for Ace, so the rules should not apply to her. 

“I only had one.”

“Boo hoo,” Ace teased. He sat the beer aside on the table and brought her closer, sliding her arms around her waist. 

Her body tensed.

“It's a little hot,” Elise deflected.

Ever since their first kiss, Ace had been more intimate with her. She did not mind the hand holding or the lingering touches as he ran a hand up her back, but the personal space he seemed to care nothing about made her feel a little anxious.

“I can turn the fan on,” Ace teased. 

He leaned in and kissed her neck, then claimed her lips. Unlike their first kiss, he was a bit rougher with her this time as though he were a sixteen-year-old again with nothing else on his mind but sex. Elise parted from him and gave him a sheepish look. 

“Easy,” she uttered. 

Ace raised a curious brow. Was she nervous? For some reason, at this thought, his heart raced. She was more innocent than he figured. If he wanted her tied around his finger, then he had to be careful with her.

“You lead,” he proposed. 

Lead. Was he serious? Heat spread to her face. This had to have been a game. There was no way someone like Ace was letting her take the reins. He either liked her or he wanted something from her. Elise tightened her jaw. 

“What is this?” She motioned between them to emphasize. 

He did not expect her to be so inquisitive about this. The girls he pursued usually knew what he wanted, but Elise was different. She was setting ground rules to protect herself. Ace wondered what sort of relationship she had previously been in that made her so insecure.

“What do you want it to be?” He asked.

His question made her frown. On one hand, it was generous of him to give her the choice, but on the other hand, it felt like a clever ruse.

“I don't honestly know,” Elise answered. She tightened her arms around herself and averted her eyes to the floor. “I like you, I do, but if you're interested in me because you want to make this into something…strictly sexual, then I'm not comfortable with that.” 

For a moment, Ace was a little put off by her statement. He had never met a girl who was so nervous about sex before. It made him wonder if Elise was worth pursuing. She was sweet, much kinder than the casual friends Ace had at the snap of a finger. More so, she was the light in the darkness that he needed. It was like the universe was offering him a second chance, and like his drunk of a father, Junior Merrill had taught him, it was rude to look a gift horse in the mouth. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her short frame. What harm could starting a relationship with her do? There was always an out. 

“Slow. I can do that.” 

He had no idea what that meant to Elise. She softly smiled and wrapped her arms around him. There was no label on their relationship, but that was fine with her. It was just starting. 

The ring-ring of the blue wall telephone interrupted their moment, taking Ace away from her. He answered curtly, then leaned his arm against the kitchen wall.

“Haven't seen him, but if I had to take an educated guess, I'd say at the Tiger with the other barflies.” He paused for a moment, then sighed. “Busy…you could say that.” 

Elise had a feeling he was referring to her. She picked up the unopened beer can and put it back in the fridge, ignoring the conversation the best she could. As she closed the door, Ace put the phone back on the receiver. He ran a hand through his hair.

“I've got to run by my uncle's place.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Elise asked. 

Ace snorted. 

“You weren't planning to stay here alone, were you?”

Elise stuck out her tongue in a playful manner. Watching her saunter out the front door, Ace quickly washed his hands, then joined her outside, ushering her to the car. He turned on the radio, as she seemed to like, and drove into town. It was not until they pulled in front of the ‘Emporium Galorium’ did she turn away from the window.  

“Your uncle works here?”

“Yeah,” Ace retorted. He lived in a tobacco-scented apartment upstairs that he had only been in a few times.

Elise knitted her brows. 

“Pop Merrill is your uncle?”

Ace frowned. Did he let her call him Pop? Reginald Merrill only allowed certain people to call him by his nickname, certain business partners and loaners; he hoped that Elise was not involved with him. He did not want her near him, whatever the reason. 

“Stay here. I'll be in and out.” 

Elise nodded and waited for him to walk in before she visibly frowned. Ace was a Merrill. Why didn't he tell her? 

I'd advise you not to get roped in with them. I don't like to talk badly about people but if you see a Merrill coming, it would be best if you turned cheek and ran.

He could not have been as bad as Nana had said. She thought back on the time they had spent together and never did she feel as though he was a menace. Ace was thoughtful, he was–

Could it all have been a ruse? Elise chewed on the inside of her jaw. 

What should I do?

[missoneminute]

this is maybe a stupid question but who sings sister sister? it's on one of carl's solo releases but i don't recognize the singer

Hey! The song Sister by Carl Barat and the Jackals is sung by guitarist Billy Tessio. The Song Sister Sister by The Libertines is sung by John Hassall. x

[midnightwitch92]

[Gilmore Girls\ Stand By Me] What if Rory and her friends met Ace and the Cobras?

Rory Gilmore, Louise Grant, Madeline Lynn, and Paris Geller are just going about their business when suddenly they all find themselves in the town of Castle Rock. The first group they encounter is the Cobras. A gang of violent youths led by town bad boy Ace Merrill. He and his friends Richard Eyeball Chambers, Billy Tessio, and Charlie Hogan. Vince Desjardin, Jackie Mudjet, and Norman Fuzzy Brockowitz. What would both groups think of each other? Would any of them get along? or would they be enemies?

[midnightwitch92]

Go for it. I'd love to hear your thoughts on Ace's journey as a character and who you think would make a more fitting love interest for him. What would happen if the girls from Gilmore Girls met the Cobras from Stand by Me?

Rory Gilmore, Louise Grant, Madeline Lynn, and Paris Geller are just going about their business when suddenly they all find themselves in the town of Castle Rock. The first group they encounter is the Cobras. A gang of violent youths led by town bad boy Ace Merrill. He and his friends Richard Eyeball Chambers, Billy Tessio, and Charlie Hogan. Vince Desjardin, Jackie Mudjet, and Norman Fuzzy Brockowitz. What would both groups think of each other? Would any of them get along? or would they be enemies?

I'm betting Ace would be the jealous type.

[80s4life]

Under Construction

Word Count: 1,841

Status: Suggested!

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

@: @gpiggy98

Fandom: Stand By Me 1984

Relationship: Ace Merrill x Female!Reader

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

Warnings: language, minor injury, fluff!

Masterlist  Stand By Me Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise not to tell mom?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

///

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

That’s when an idea occurred. 

///

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mannytoodope]

[old-love]

Fourth of July

Summary: Fourth of July with the cobras :)

Warnings: minor language & alcohol

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

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

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

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

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

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

  You smiled sweetly before flipping the bird to Ace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——-

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

[i-am-trying-my-best-okay]

I know I’m the only person that wants this but I want that movie Stand By Me, the adaption from the book The Body, to be made into a tv show. Like, the first season would be before the events of trying to find the dead body, where Denny Lachance is still alive and the characters are just living their lives and Ray Brower could be there and then the season ends with Dennis dying and Ray going missing. Then the second season would be about the dead body of Ray and going to go find it. And then the third season would be when they are still kids, and they all deal with the aftermath of all that’s happened in the first two seasons. Do I want this just because the lives of these characters and their relationships intrigue me a strange amount and I want to see flashbacks of how these two different friend groups met and I imagined entire personalities in Ace’s gang for those who didn’t have one? Yes, thanks for asking. Speaking of flashbacks on how they met:

The older boys:

I have this feeling that Charlie Hogan and Billy Tessio probably knew each other since preschool. They probably both wanted to slide down the slide first and ended up getting into an actual fist fight that the teacher didn’t care enough to break up. Afterwards Billy was probably like, “Okay, we fought so we’re friends now.” “Huh?” “Yeah, I heard that if you fight with someone, then you become friends.” “Nuh uh!” “Yeah huh! I heard it on TV.” “Oh, okay.” Unfortunately, nobody else seemed to share this mindset as they started beating up people they wanted to be friends with, and nobody wanting to return that offer of friendship for some reason. They were the epitome of single brain cell shared between them even back then. And nobody gave a damn about either of them enough to explain why their friend making strategy was a bit flawed.

Then there was Ace Merrill, or John Merrill, who Charlie and Billy didn’t really pay attention to until in the third grade when he demanded everyone started calling him Ace. Everyone immediately complied, since Ace was absolutely terrifying, known for going batshit insane at the hint of disrespect. Once a kid didn’t let him borrow a pencil, so when Ace did get his hands on a pencil, he stabbed the kids eye with it. But Charlie and Billy kept forgetting to call him Ace, which Ace took as a slight, and beat them both up. Ace expected that to be the end of it, only to be completely baffled at how now Charlie and Billy wanted to be his friends. As they tried to explain their ideology, Ace thought it was stupid but the two of them were persistent, and that’s how Ace begrudgingly allowed them to hang around him, but had to explain to them that not every person they would beat up would become their friends, which they had to come to terms with much to their dismay. They did start remembering to call him Ace, although it took months.

In the sixth grade is where Eyeball Chambers comes in, or Richard Chambers. Upon entering middle school Ace and his ‘lackeys’ Charlie and Billy had gotten quite the reputation. Ace has evolved his batshitness into something a bit more terrifying; he’d talk gently to you while making threats, smile at you, right before breaking every bone in your body while yelling angrily at you. Now, Richard was a pretty quiet kid, always covered in bruises from his old man, not wanting any attention. But one day he gained Ace’s attention; walking home from school he accidentally tripped over Ace’s bike, breaking it. Ace was unhappy about this, so he gave his usual gentle talking before he pinned Richard to the ground and put out his cigarette just under his eye, accidentally missing his eye, while Charlie and Billy shouted insults and threats. He was going to do more but than Richard was so nonchalant about this injury, not even making any sound of pain. Richard calmly said that he would fix Ace’s bike, to which the three other boys called bullshit, saying that Richard wasn’t smart enough. The three boys followed Richard to his work shed, surprised to find all sorts of little built machines. As it turns out, Richard was good at making things. He fixed Ace’s bike easy, but at that moment Richard’s dad came in drunk and started attacking Richard, breaking Ace’s bike once again. The three boys fought off Richard’s dad and took the bike and Richard and ran. Richard apologized for the bike and Ace just shrugged, saying he could just fix it again. After that, the three boys, especially Ace, would start hanging out with Richard, asking him to fix random stuff, him gaining the nickname Eyeball. Ace actually gave him that name as a strange way of apologizing for the scar. The more Eyeball and Ace hung out, it became clear that Eyeball was somehow special to Ace, and Ace’s favoritism of him was so blatantly obvious it wasn’t even funny. While Billy and Charlie would occasionally suffer the wrath of Ace, as well as the later members of the gang would, never Eyeball.

A year later in 7th grade is where both Vince Desjardins and Fuzzy Bracowicz, or Norman Bracowicz, would join this dangerous group of messed up kids. Vince was easily scared, and when someone or something scared him he would just throw one of the rocks he always kept on his pockets at them and run away, and he was a damn fast runner. So people kept their distance from Vince, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his rock. Now with Ace’s gang, they were an even more dangerous threat with Eyeball. He was still a quiet kid, but if people messed with his friends he would beat them up, although he didn’t care if people messed with just him, having gotten used to it from his dad. His friends however, especially Ace, would care a great deal, so nobody messed with him either. But then Eyeball accidentally spooked Vince which resulted in a rock to the face. Eyeball really didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but his friends thought otherwise. He tried to argue that he’s had worse injuries, AKA his dad, but that was evidently an ineffective argument as they would spend the next week trying to beat up Vince, only for him to out run them each time. They were then approached by Fuzzy, having gotten that nickname in the 5th grade when he threw a possum at his teacher and laughed, and he offered a plan to offer a truce to Vince to hang out and drink, and then jump him once Vince was drunk. They asked why he was helping them, and Fuzzy apparently just thought this entire situation was hilarious, and he wanted to witness the whole thing. So Fuzzy goes and convinces Vince, the most jumpy kid they knew, to come hang out with the most dangerous group in town who have spent the entire week trying to beat him up, a feat that truly impressed the gang. The rest of the gang tried not to get drunk along with Vince but as it turned out Vince was actually a fun person to hang out with and they ended up getting just as plastered. And sure enough, both Fuzzy and Vince began hanging out with the group. They told Vince later what their original plan was, to which he responded that he hated every single one of them, while leaning against Fuzzy and his legs on Charlie’s lap. (I like to think that this group of friends are very physically intimate with each other)

And finally, in the 9th grade is when the final addition to the group was made; Jack Mudgett. Jack had just moved to town, and had made an impression when he was asked to introduce himself to the class, to which he looked straight at the teacher and said, “If you make me do that I will shit all over your desk. Seriously. I’ll take the shit and rub it all over.” Evidently, he wanted to be left alone. And naturally, Fuzzy thought messing him was the peak of amusement, and he recruited Charlie and Billy into his cause, with Eyeball, Vince, and Ace only joining in occasionally. At this point, even upon entering high school were the older high schoolers thought they could knock Ace’s gang down a peg, they found themselves sorely mistaken, and at this point even the police didn’t want to handle them. Vince, while still jumpy, can now hold his own in a fight, although if something spooks him he will throw the rock first, only running if he’s alone. Jack, in response to this bullying from the most feared group in the town, was to be perfectly blunt and tell them they disgust him. Ace, naturally, beat him up so badly that he had to go to the hospital for a few days. But when he came back to school, he continued acting blunt towards them like they didn’t just send him to the hospital. This happened again and again, with Jack never learning his lesson, and at this point Ace is ready to cut off a limb or kill him or something, but Fuzzy thinks this is fantastic and practically begged Ace to let him join the gang. Ace said no, of course, even when Fuzzy got the other friends to ask too. But one day in the cafeteria, while Fuzzy and the rest of the gang were loudly making their case to Ace with Ace threatening to stab all of them, Eyeball spoke up and said that having Jack in the gang could be fun, to which Ace immediately complied and walked over the Jack immediately and practically dragged him to the table; again, blatant favoritism. Jack of course is unhappy with this arrangement, not wanting to be friends with them, but after some time actually fit into the group very well, and he joined the close knit nature of the group.

They probably all bullied Denny to be honest. Jack was the one that came up with the idea to carve a word into their arms, although he was being sarcastic, but Charlie and Billy hatched onto the idea and persisted until it was decided to actually go through with it.

The younger boys:

Gordie Lachance and Chris Chambers probably met in kindergarten. Gordie was always by himself, having trouble connecting with other kids, and Chirs was by himself too, since the other kids parents had warned them all to stay away from that Chambers kid. However, one day Gordie was by himself in the sand, talking to himself. Chris saw this and approached him, asking what he was doing. Chris didn’t really expect a response since most kids ignored him, but Gordie was thrilled at the possibility of a friend, and told him all about this story he was making up. Gordie didn’t really expect Chris to care, since nobody cared except Denny, but Chris was enraptured by his story. And so they became each other’s friends, since nobody else would bother with them.

It was just the two of them until 2nd grade, when both Vern Tessio and Teddy Duchamp joined in, although the came into the group separately. Vern was first, probably struggling hard with some assignment, and all the other kids would always make fun of him for being stupid, except for Gordie and Chris; they only make fun of their friends, which at this point in time was just the two of them. Gordie felt bad and let Vern copy off of him, although they were caught by the teacher and both got in trouble. Chris told them both off and said that Gordie should have just taught Vern how to do it rather than let him copy off him, the mom of the group even back then. And so both Chis and Gordie would help Vern study with varying success, but those study sessions quickly formed into hang out sessions.

It was later into the year when Teddy would join them. The trio were hanging out, and they saw Teddy actually trying to steal a car, although having no idea how to go about it given that he was in the 2nd grade. They went over, Chris saying that if he didn’t know how to steal a car then he probably shouldn’t go ahead and do it, since he’d probably just get caught. Vern said that this reminded him of something and then rambled on about, while Gordie actually managed to get the car door open and start the car. They all turned to Gordie, to which he shrugged and said he read about how to do it, since he was thinking of a story that had someone stealing a car. And Teddy the whole time was just standing their thinking who the hell were these weirdos? But with the now properly stolen car, Teddy wanted to take it for a spin and got Gordie to scoot over. Not wanting to leave Gordie alone in the car with the class maniac, Chris got in to, and Vern got in as well, not wanting to be left behind. Teddy immediately crashed it and they all had to run away from the scene. After that, Teddy just started hanging around them, and before they knew it they were the infamous gang of misfits; the bad news Chambers kid, the Lachance’s failed son, that Duchamp loon’s even loonier kid, and the second idiot the Tessio family produced.

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STAND BY ME AS CHANDLER BING QUOTES

Gordie:

Chris:

Teddy:

Vern:

Ace & Eyeball (or just the cobras in general):

Billy:

Charlie:

Teddy & Vern at some point:

Lachambers:

The Tree-house Gang:

[if-tomorrow-never-comes]

carlbarat78

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜... 𝚡 @wonderlandmag @cbandthejackals

[bi-gordie]

Can we all just agree that the cobras would absolutely protect queer kids? Like, they may hate everyone and be criminals but if they'd see someone getting hate crimed they would step up and take care but in a very subtle way, you know? Just enough that no one gets hurt but also no one really notices.

They don't want a rep as heroes, not like that, not for trying to give other queer kids in their stupid homophobic town some protection they never had.

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