#and!!! after 9k I finally found a title yayyy

[alienoresimagines]

Hi hello, I promise I do still write 🥹 I know I have a lot of tag games to catch up to but in the meantime, have a lil drunk prompt excerpt as a celebration for me turning a year older today 🥰❤️

“Besides,” he grins again, feeling the wild thump of his heart and the adrenaline flowing through his veins, “I’ve had a very good baseball teacher, and his honor being sullied just won’t do.” 

John blinks, eyes wide and searching, and Gale feels too exposed like a dog presenting his belly. But then, just as his palms start to sweat and his shoulders to tense, John makes a sound caught between a laugh and a scoff.

“You fell asleep when I tried to teach you the rules.” John’s mouth quirks in a soft smile, and Gale can finally feel the ground under his feet even as embarrassment creeps up his neck.

“I did not.”

John raises an eyebrow teasingly and a genuine smile pulls at Gale’s lips. 

“It’d been a long week.” He protests half-heartedly, though he’s well aware his slumber at that time was due more to the fact John had felt so warm and safe next to him that Gale hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep until he’d woken up with his head on John’s shoulder as the other desperately and valiantly tried to keep still.

John hums again, amused and fond, a glint in his eyes Gale can’t name lest he uses a word he barely understands the meaning of. A voice from outside cuts through the air, and the sudden interruption almost makes him flinch.

“Buck! Your guy’s getting impatient!” 

John scoffs in earnest this time, and Gale smiles at the obvious disdain on his face that he knows is reflected in his. 

“Challenging Buck Cleven in a fight. And I thought I made bad decisions while drunk.” Again, pride swirls in his chest at the open fondness in John’s voice, even as he mentally slaps himself for being so affected by something that probably means nothing to the other. Sweet talk is John Egan’s brand after all, as could attest to the countless women he takes to bed after dancing with them under Gale’s molten gaze. 

“Night’s still young,” he offers, an apology for cutting John’s night short with a fight Gale didn’t have to pick or could have ended with just a few sharp words. If only his blood hadn’t been singing for the quick, buzzing feeling of a fight.

“Don’t count on it,” is all John says, eyes soft.

I love them your honor, even when they're being pining idiots