Stand By Me One Shots/Imagines + Preferences (The Cobras x reader)

Imagine Ace saying ily for the first time

"I love you, you know?"

You stared at Ace, so shocked you were unable to answer for a few seconds.

When you regained your ability to form words you told him, "You're drunk, Ace. I don't know if you meant that or not, but I'm pretty sure you would never have said it if you were sober."

You almost wished you were drunk, too.
Maybe if you were you could believe he had meant it.

Ace just shook his head at your dismissal.

"Yeah, that's literally the reason I got drunk tonight. That's like... the whole point. Needed some dutch courage so I could tell you."

You didn't say anything, but the sceptical look on your face pushed Ace to keep speaking.

"I'm serious, doll. I had feelings for you for a pretty long time now, I just didn't wanna admit it at first. But I been thinking about telling you for a while."

You sighed.

"Alright, Ace. If that's true we can talk about this tomorrow, when you're sober. And if you realize you hadn't actually meant to tell me we can pretend you didn't. Okay?"

Truth be told you were hoping, praying he really meant it, but he was drunk and you were trying not to get your hopes up.
Ace wasn't exactly known for being the relationship type, and he certainly wasn't the type to fall for a girl he was friends with, a girl that was part of his gang. Chances were he either meant it in a completely platonic way, as in I love having you as a friend, or he was messing with you.

"Shit, are you fucking serious Princess? I think about confessing my feelings for literal weeks, get drunk so I can finally bring myself to do it, and instead of a real answer all I get is that we'll talk about it tomorrow? Just tell me if you feel the same or not, and if you do we'll talk about it when I'm sober. And if you don't I'll just drink some more and forget we ever had this conversation."

You shook your head.

"I ain't telling you shit. 'cause most likely this is gonna turn out to be some fucked up joke, and I'm not gonna talk about love with you just so you can laugh about me being stupid enough to believe you could have feelings for me tomorrow. Nuh-uh. I'm sorry Ace, but no. If you really mean it tell me again when you're sober so I can be sure you're not just making fun of your poor friend 'cause you're too drunk to realize it could hurt her feelings."

"You really think I would do that to you?"

Ace actually had it in him to look offended at the suggestion this might be a joke, and you almost felt bad for saying so. Almost.

"I'm not saying you're doing it on purpose, I'm just saying you're too drunk to know what you're talking about."

Ace sighed and finally gave in.

"Fine, let's talk about it tomorrow. But I'm dead-serious, you'll see."

You smiled.
You realized that you were looking forward to that conversation, against better judgement you believed him. And if Ace's love confession turned out to be true he surely would accept a kiss as way of apology for thinking he was just messing with you.