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OH GOOD HEAVENS HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE!!!!!

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Do I listen to Lana Del Rey and pretend Eyeball chambers is my boyfriend?

the answer is yes

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Sledding

(Richard 'Eyeball' Chambers x Fem reader)

Summary: trying to sled with Richie

Warnings: Eyeball being horny for a second

a/n: This actually sucks

word count: 1.2k

Winter still had its cold grasp upon Castle Rock, having a wide blanket of snow covering the ground and slicking the roads with ice. With such dodgy conditions, you and Richie had been cooped up in your parents home, watching the newly released show “Rawhide” on the television while snuggling up on the sofa. Richie had his head laid on your lap and his legs dangling off the arm of the sofa as his attention was on the television. As you also kept your eyes upon the tv screen, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. “Are you tired of cowboys yet?” Richie asked in a soft tone as he turned his head to look at you.

“Maybe, but I don’t think I’ll ever be tired of Clint Eastwood.” You said as you looked down to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. “If you’re so bored then what do you want to do?” you questioned as you pushed back his hair, exposing his forehead. With your question, you saw a grin appear on Eyeball’s face and it could only mean one thing.

Eyeball quickly sat up and pushed your back against the sofa and got atop of you. “You, Doll.” He said excitedly as he went for his belt, hastily undoing it. It was honestly surprising how excited this boy could get in a matter of seconds.

As Richie dipped his head down to place a kiss on your lips, you placed a hand upon his chest and pushed him away. “Not today, Richie.” You stated and he got off of you, but before he did, he placed a kiss on your cheek. “You know what we should do?” you brought up as you stood up, looking down at Eyeball, who stayed seated. You had clearly peaked his interest as he looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. “We should go sledding.” You said with a smile and Eyeball just laughed in response and leaned back against the sofa.

“Now Doll, we ain’t fourteen anymore.” Eyeball chuckled as he smirked, crossing his arms against his chest, looking at you in amusement. It was true, the last time the two of you went sledding, both of you were fourteen and that’s when the two of you were only just friends.

“Okay and?” You huffed as you kicked Eyeball’s shin before you grabbed his hand, trying to pull him up. “ It’d be fun.” you sighed as you plopped yourself down next to Eyeball, resting your head against his shoulder, looking up at him. “ Or are you scared of being teased by the gang?’ You questioned as you squinted your eyes slightly, interrogating your boyfriend.

“Of course not!” Eyeball quickly said, putting his hands up in a defensive manner, looking at you as if you had said the most deranged thing. “I’ll only go if you buy me a beer.” Richie offered as he raised his brows,” Or maybe just a kiss.” he then suggested.

“Sometimes I don’t like you.” You grumbled before you leaned in and placed a soft kiss against Richie’s lips. “Now get up.” You demanded as you pushed yourself up and made your way to the coat closet, grabbing yours and an extra one for Eyeball. Richie had finally got up from the sofa once he saw you put your shoes on, putting on his after you. You handed the coat to Richie and he gave you a rather disgusted look. It was already odd that Eyeball had been wearing a long sleeve shirt today, but a coat? “You better put it on.” You threatened as you grabbed gloves for the both of you and when you turned around, you saw Eyeball wearing the coat, but he refused to zip it up.

“Lemme see the gloves, Doll face,” Eyeball said as he took the gloves out of your hand and took your hands in his. Eyeball then helped put the gloves on your hands, doing it gently. As he finished, He placed a kiss upon your forehead.

“Thank you, Richie.” you said and you couldn’t help but to smile. “You’re too sweet.” You spoke as you slipped the gloves on Eyeball’s hand. When you looked up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze, he looked as if he was truly disgusted. Eyeball truly didn’t mind you calling him ‘Richie’ or ‘sweet’, but he had a reputation to keep up with and a constant reminder for you not to talk like that in front of the boys or he’d never hear the end of it. “Now c’mon, let's go before Ace decides to show up.” You said as you grabbed Richie’s hand and led him to the garage, grabbing the family sled.

Once the two of you got the sled out of the garage, you and Eyeball started your journey to your sledding spot. The sledding spot was just past the middle school and behind the nearing neighborhood, then just up the hill, that’s where you and Eyeball hung out for the first time. Eyeball laced his fingers with yours, swinging both of your arms back and forth. It was obvious he wasn’t worried that his friends would see him, they usually didn’t drive down this way nor did they risk driving in these icy conditions. They were most likely getting drunk at Ace’s house.

The walk wasn’t too long, but the both of you couldn’t feel your toes afterwards. As you reached upon the hill, memories flooded back from the first time you were here with Richie. Gosh, you had such a fat crush on him and it was now obvious that Richie was also sweet on you.

“I still remember you throwing that snowball at the back of my head.” Eyeball said, bringing you out of your thoughts, you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“And I still remember it being rather funny.” You teased as you looked at him with a smile, reaching up and poking his nose. “ I also remember being so sweet on you.” You smiled, a blush rising and heating up your cheeks. Eyeball also smiled as he tucked his fists into his coat pockets.

“So was I.” Eyeball said as he started walking up to the top of the hill. “Are you coming or not?” And with that you started running up, trying to beat him to the top. Once Eyeball noticed that you were trying to race, he started running as well, but was slowed down by the snow. You had almost beat him, but Eyeball tackled you to the soft ground covered in snow. As you hit the ground, you accidentally let go of the sled and the two of you watched it quickly slide down the hill.

“Oh I hate you, Richard Chambers.” You laughed as you laid against the ground, Eyeball right beside you, who couldn’t contain his laughter.

Eyeball turned over and met your gaze, gently caressing your cheek with his gloved hand. “Don’t lie, you love me.” He smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He whispered underneath his breath, getting lost in your eyes.

“Maybe I do love my Richie.” you say as yours and Eyeball’s noses gently bump each other. You were truly lost in the moment, this is what you wished had happened in the years before.

“I remember how bad I wanted to kiss you when we first went sledding together.” Richie gently said as he lightly grabbed your chin, then leaning down and kissing you as you both laid in the snow.

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Who tf gave Ace his fucking license❓🧐

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.holy, holy

{john "ace" merrill x reader}

rating: explicit

summary: ace fingers you in the choir loft

warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, fem!genitalia, cursing, dirty talk, blasphemous themes, this is going against my personal headcanons that ace can't find the clit but idc, voyerism, humiliation kink, everyone in this fic is 18+, implied blowjob

a/n: I remember when I was four and thought I was going to hell for wiping my booger on the back of a pew. i think that's a pretty minor offense compared to what I'm doing now. anyway, this is dedicated to your local ace slut, @queenofsantacarla ily fade

"Don't look now, but I think I see your family."

A rush of embarrassment floods your system, but you can't look away. Reflexively, your nails bite into the soft wooden railing. Ace hums, pushing his crotch against your thigh. His scent overwhelms your system, cigarettes, and gasoline; the rough stubble of his chin scrapes your tender flesh. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, choking on a moan.

That catches Ace's attention. He cocks his head, eyebrows raised in a faux-surprised manner. "Shh. You don't want them to know what you're up to, do you?"

Furiously, you shake your head. You can't trust yourself to speak, not with the way his fingers are thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt. His thumb circles your engorged clit. The pressure is harsh, bordering on painful, but the way he presses into your sweet spot makes all the difference.

Your knees bow, and you scramble to keep yourself upright. Briefly, the pastor glances up at you two, though he says nothing. It's impossible for him to see what Ace is doing to you; the half-wall that encompasses the choir loft keeps everything from your waist-down hidden. And yet, a part of you fears he knows precisely what Ace is doing to you. It's not like you're doing a good job at schooling your face.

Ace kicks your feet further apart, practically bending you over the half wall. He takes advantage of the new angle, which affords him a deeper shot into your cunt. Slick coats your outer lips and makes a slow trickle down your thighs. At the pace he's thrusting into you, you can hear the sinful squelch of your arousal.

"I could fuck you right here," Ace whispers. "Wouldn't take much. You're already fuckin' soaked; I wouldn't even need to ease ya into it. You could take all of my cock in one go, couldn't ya?"

The coil in your belly tightens. Squeezing your eyes shut, you whimper, "Ace."

He grinds his erection against your ass. "Yeah, you'd like that, baby. I bet you'd thank me for it, too. But I don't think you could keep quiet, 'cause I know you. I know how loud you get when I fuck you with my cock. You're barely holdin' it together right now, baby."

He shoves a third finger into your pussy. The suddenness of it makes you gasp, and your eyes fly open. Ace grabs your chin with his free hand, forcing you to keep your gaze straight on the congregation.

"Any one of them could look up now and see what a fuckin' slut you are, ya know that? What would they think? Hm? What would they think of you then?" He stretched his fingers, but it wasn't enough to fill the aching emptiness inside. You needed his cock—and he knew that. Ace chuckled, "You're already giving Pastor Mark a show, you know that?"

Shamefully, you raised your eyes and met that of the pastor's. You'd known him since you were little. He was around your father's age, and there he was, watching as Ace Merrill made you cum. There was no way he couldn't know what was happening by now. Not with the way Ace had you pressed against the loft.

A rush of heat flooded your core, and you clamped down around Ace's fingers. "I'm gonna cum."

Under normal circumstances, Ace would make you beg for your release. He would make you scream for it until your throat was raw and your eyes were swimming with tears; however, today was different. You were already getting ample humiliation from the current situation, and he knew you loved it just as much as him.

Ace sped up his ministrations. "Do it. Cum on my fuckin' fingers."

You slapped your hand over your mouth, muffling your cries. The congregation stood to its feet as the organist started a hymn. Taking advantage of the moment, Ace latched his mouth onto the junction of your neck and sucked.

You moan obscenely loud, orgasm crashing over you. Your knees buckle, but thankfully Ace was decent enough to hold you upright. He jackhammered his fingers into your cunt, repeatedly touching that spot inside of you that made you see stars. His rough pace extended to your poor, engorged clit, which he abused mercilessly until your body spasmed.

Finally, Ace withdrew his fingers, and you collapsed against him. He wiped his fingers against your tender inner thigh, ridding them of your arousal. He gave your clit one last pinch before removing himself entirely.

You searched the ground for your discarded panties, but Ace was quick to snatch them up. For a split second, you thought he would be a gentleman and hand them back to you, but you should've known better.

Ace tucked the scrap of lace into his pocket nonchalantly. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What?"

You roll your eyes. "Ace, may I please have my underwear back?"

"No way. I'm starting a collection."

It annoyed you that you knew what he meant. The last couple of times you fucked, he stole your panties. You wouldn't've minded if it was only one or two, but it was getting to the point that you were running low.

"I can't walk out of here without underwear," you say.

Though no one would be able to tell you were missing them, you always felt awkward walking around town without any on.

Gently, Ace grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest. He tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned in close, "I just fucked you in a church, kitten, and you're worried about walkin' out of here without panties?"

Embarrassment colors your cheeks. "It's not the same... besides, you didn't fuck me."

Ace pulled back, pressing a finger to your lips. "Don't get mouthy," he warned.

The salt of your arousal lingered on his digit. You cocked your head, boldly pressing up against him. "Or what?"

His grip on your wrist tightened. Ace narrowed his eyes, nostrils flaring. Oh, you've got him right where you want him.

"Or," he stated, "I'll put you on your goddamn knees."

Another hymn starts up, the organ blaring loudly throughout the little church. You had maybe ten minutes left before service was over and someone would come looking for you.

You could do a lot in ten minutes.

Tilting your head, you look up at Ace through your lashes and murmur, "Promise?"

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THIS IS BUSSTING‼️😩

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Billy Tessio X Female Reader

Summary: Billy takes you out for a date by the local lake and tries to get freaky :0

Warnings: nsfw(slightly), Billy being horny, and mentions of alcohol.

Word count: 1k+

Requested:)

You had been going steady with Billy Tessio for a few months now and it’s been a wild few at that. You knew you were getting into some trouble with dating a hoodlum, but you hadn’t expected all the vulgar things those boys would say or do. Such things that would make your mother faint and she practically did when you told her that you were courting the eldest Tessio boy. It almost killed her when you said he was part of the infamous Cobras.

After getting all dolled up for your date with your boyfriend. Billy said he was gonna take you to the local lake this afternoon, which made you go over the moon and got you quite excited for the date.

You made sure your hair was just right for the hundredth time today before you finally made your way downstairs and into the living room, waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up. Thankfully your mother wasn’t home or she’d be nagging about him from the kitchen. Even though it’s been a few months, she still isn’t happy with the decision you made about dating Billy.

A few minutes of waiting had passed, finally hearing the honk of Ace’s car. Ace had let Billy borrow it and you wonder how Billy convinced him to do so, but maybe you’d ask about that later. A smile pulled at your lips as you rushed to the door, but quickly composed yourself, Billy would surely tease you if he saw you this excited. You smoothed out your skirt and finally opened the door. While walking down the walk way a sweet and subtle blush played along your cheeks. You're nervous, but oh so excited to spend time with your boyfriend. “Hey Dollface,” Billy said coolly as he leaned over and opened your door from the inside, “ How you doin?” He asked as leaned back against his seat, arm resting atop of the door, watching you get in.

“Hi,” You mumbled shyly as you took a quick glance at your boyfriend, shutting the car door. You were rather grateful that this time it wasn’t filled with all his hoodlum friends. “I'm just swell and you?” You gave a gentle smile before you peered in the back of the car, finding a blanket and a few drinks. The thought of Billy truly planning this and coming prepared for this date made you all giddy and flustered.

“I’m doing great, Doll, just real excited to see you.” Billy hummed before a smirk placed itself against his face. That smirk could mean so many things, but you already knew where the boy’s mind was leading. Billy turned up the radio that he dimmed down as he started to drive to your desired location. While driving you felt Billy’s hand upon your knee, gently he rubbed circles with his thumb against your skin. This subtle action made your skin crawl with excitement, which made you more excited for some alone time with Billy.

As you finally arrived at the lake and found a place to park, Billy complimented you. “You look good today.” The boy hummed cooly, finding enjoyment with how your cheeks burned red. No matter how many times he compliments you, you always get so flustered.

“Come here.” Billy chuckled as he leaned in, placing his lips upon yours. You quickly kissed back, clearly excited. As the two of you basically made out, you gently placed your hand on the crook of Billy’s neck, holding on for support. The hand that was on your knee now traveled up your thigh, pushing up your skirt and coming dangerously close to your draws. You quickly put a stop to Billy’s advancements by putting your hand on top of his. You pulled away from the kiss and gave him a timid but playful glare.

“Let’s get out before anything else, yeah?” You quietly suggested as the blush from before stayed on and kept your cheeks rosy.

Billy cleared his throat with a slight awkwardness and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course, Doll.” Billy then got out and went to your side of the car, opening the door. He then reached over in the back and grabbed the blanket and drinks, throwing the blanket over his shoulder:

“Why thank you.” You giggled as you closed the car door, making sure to do so carefully. Billy wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand resting up on your butt, giving a slight squeeze at that.

“You’re welcomed, Sweetheart .” Billy said with a smirk as he took you to the spot he had chosen for the two of you. The spot had been underneath a big Oregon White Oak that was near the edge of the lake, but a good distance away to avoid the bugs. Underneath the tree was cleared out nicely with grass even throughout. Surrounding the area were wildflowers and other trees nearby. Billy had really thought this out.

Billy laid out the blanket and placed down the drinks, which were some bottled cokes and of course, beers for himself. Billy sat down, back against the large oak.

“Now come here Darling, I’ve been waiting for this all day.” Billy chuckled as he pulled you down into his lap, making you giggle in delight. His hands running all along your waist and your thighs through your skirt. Before you knew it, Billy crashed his lips against yours, in which you gladly kissed back. “Are you up for it?” Your boyfriend pulled away from the kiss, only centimeters away.

“Up for what?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows innocently. You knew what you were doing, but it was quite enjoyable to tease Billy.

“C’mon, don’t do this to me!” The boy groaned and furrowed his brows, throwing his head back against the oak.

“Only if you came prepared.” You shyly stated as your eyes darted away from Billy’s, looking over the scenic view. The blush that was evident on your face is as bright as it ever was, burning a bright pink.

“Of course I did.” Billy quickly said before he dived down and started placing kisses along your neck. His hand raced up and passed your thighs, toying with the hem of your draws. You leaned your head back and quietly moaned, enjoying the sensation of his lips against your sensitive skin. You just hope Billy wouldn’t say anything about this to his friends. You would die from all the teasing those boys would give you.

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Charlie Hogan is a Hufflepuff

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I’ve been gone but I’m starting writing again 😏

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Stupid lil headcanon BUT Eyeball would totally give you a little booty bump to move you out of the way :)

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Guys, I know that there’s like 2 of you.... BUT IM TAKING REQUESTS‼️

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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.

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

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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.

[old-love]

I LOVE THIS IDEA‼️😫

[old-love]

Cuz I wanna

Ace Merrill x reader

Summary: Ace hits on you lol

Warnings: swearing & alcohol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gagged in response.