Sal & Q - Protective Blurb Request
Warnings: Alcohol consumption
You donât often go out and get drunk, but when you do, you tend to get a little wasted, a little fast.
The guys are celebrating their third season coming to an end, and you of course accompanied them, alongside Bessy. Youâre on your third shot already, and Sal has been giving you a look, biting his tongue this whole time. Youre wearing a black dress that accentuates your natural curves. You donât think itâs all that, but Sal thinks you look stunning. And apparently, so does the guy checking you out a few seats down.
You havenât noticed him, too focused on ordering another shot and resting your head on Salâs shoulder, trying to get his attention. He glares at the guy and returns his focus to you. âAnother? Donât you think youâre overdoing it?â He asks, knowing youâre going to be hung over later. âNo!â You exclaim. He doesnât want you to get a bad headache and throw up, so he decides to be the buzz kill. âNo more after this shot. And drink some water.â He says, instructing the bartender not to serve you anymore.
You glare at him in your drunken state. âSal! Youâre n-not my boss!â You holler and down that last shot before heading to the dancefloor with a hiccup. âBottoms Upâ is playing and you start rocking to the beat.
Sal watches you, growing more annoyed, and starts talking to Joe about it. In the absence of Salâs keen eye, the guy who was checking you out earlier approaches you. You didnât know that he had been watching you earlier, however. âBoyfriend doesnât dance?â He asks you.
You hiccup again and shake your head no. âHeâs being boring right now.â You whine. âI can show you a good time.â He offers, winking at you. At this point, Sal has returned his gaze to you to check on you, and is even more aggitated to see the stranger talking to you.
He stalks over and places his hand on your hip, staring the guy down. âNo thank you!â You holler dramatically at the dude over the loud music. Sal gives the guy one last dirty look before dragging you off to the car.
He helps you into the passenger seat and then leans down to buckle your seatbelt for you. âI know how to, silly.â You slur, giggling at him. He moves away after finishing and kisses your cheek, then heads to the driver seat to take you back to the house, where he gets you into bed, changing you into one of his shirts, and cuddles with you as you attempt to fall asleep.
Warnings: Slight violence/professional fighting
Being in a mixed martial arts class was something that you enjoy very much. Youâve been doing it for years, and now you even get to compete in fights. Itâs exhilarating, to you. But to your boyfriend⌠He doesnât understand what you love about it so much. Youâre just hitting things and people, whatâs so great about that?
Of course, he still tries to support you, but he does not like it. He has to sit there and watch people hit his baby. He hates it.
You are starting a match now, actually, and he is sitting in the front row, watching nervously. The other girl is about the same height, a little more muscular. He knows you can take her, but he still feels afraid. He hates seeing you get hurt, or hit, even if it doesnât hurt you bad.
The match starts and you two circle each other for a minute before your opponent swings at you. You dodge it and throw a swift punch to her face, knocking her off balance for a second.
The fight progresses and youâre doing really good for a while, til she kicks you in the side and knocks you into the side of the ring. She hits you in the back of your head and then uppercuts you, and Q is on his feet by this point. âWhat the hell! Stop her!â He exclaims.
People behind him tell him to shut up and sit down but he ignores them, yelling at the ref as the girl hits you two more times. At this point, a security guard is warning Q to sit down or leave, and finally the ref blows the whistle and the girl is pulled away from you.
Q pushes his way over to your corner and reaches for your hand. âAre you okay?â He asks, terrified by the blood dripping from your mouth. You chuckle at him. âIâm fine, babe. Relax.â You tell him, standing back up and heading to the middle to finish the match.
By the end, you are very worn out and have a bruised face and stomach, but you ended up having a comeback and winning. Q holds your hand and presses ice to your head as he guides you out to the car, anxious to get you home safely. âI donât understand why you like this.â He mutters, half to himself as he opens your door for you.
âI enjoy it. Itâs exhilarating.â You respond when he joins you in the car. The ride home is silent, but he keeps a hand on your knee until you arrive to your shared apartment.
After a nice long shower, you come to your guysâ room and lay down beside Q and one of the cats. You rest your head on his chest and relax under the nice warm blankets. âThank you for supporting me, even though you donât like it.â You whisper. He kisses the top of your head and pulls you closer against him. âAs long as youâre safe, Iâll always support you.â You close your eyes, chuckling lightly at your overprotective but sweet boyfriend.
