MLB Imagines (requests closed)

Easton and Joe

"E-Easton-n" Joe slurs walking over to me. The Giants just won the World Series and the whole team including me is incredibly drunk. "What-t Joe?" I slur back. "I wuv ya. L-like since 8th grade-e" "What! Sameee" I say and make contact with his lips. O ya. This is why I don't drink. My grandpa, Bochy, aka Giants manager comes over pulling me away from Joe. "What was t-that?" I say falling into him. He picks up a shirt off the floor and throws it at Joe. "Easton we are taking you home." "But I finally told Joeee" "Told him what?" "That I like him from 8th gradeee" "Ya well you're are drunk so I know that's the truth but no excuse to make out with him." "Meh" and I pull away going back to Joe. "Hey babes" he mutters holding a new drink. I take a sip of it then put my lips to his again. "I love you Joe!" "I love you so more!" I laugh at his inability to speak. "Lets get married!" "Ok JoeyJoe."

I wake up and autimatically put my hands to my head in attempt to ease my throbbing headache. As I put my hand up I see a ring on my finger and my headache is suddenly the last thing on my mind. I hear someone groan next to me and I turn around to be face to face with Joe. Fuck. Atleast he has clothes on... "Joe?" "Easton?" "Are we?" "We didn't. Did we?" "I don't know..." "I wasn't lying when I said I loved you Easton." "I wasn't either Joe."

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Yet another part with a possible part 2
cliffhangers mwahaha im evil
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i will finish the requests i have now first but those are it for awhile bc this story stresses me out with all the requests and i just cant do stress otherwise...ya never mind just know requests are closed for now
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