Fuck Off
Title: Fuck off Requested? Yes. Plot: Dating JP and a guy tries to flirt with you after a show, which leads to JP getting jealous and protective. Word count: 1146
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You could have sworn you felt someone eye you up during the show, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it as to who it was, but for the majority of the show, you felt a bit uncomfortable, no matter how hard you tried to pay attention to your best friends and boyfriend rocking out on stage. You have been dating JP Cappelletty, Machine Gun Kelly’s drummer for over two years now, and you loved every second of it. He made you feel so happy and didn’t miss a beat in telling you how happy you made him. A lot of the times when you would catch him staring at you, there was no way of hiding your blush, which only got darker with the words to come out of his mouth. It would either be one word, like ’gorgeous’ or ’adorable’, or full on sentances, like ’good god you’re beautiful’ or ’I’m so fucking in love with you’ and we can’t forget the ’you make me so damn happy’. He knew just what to do or say to make you go weak in the knees.
But he was also super protective of you, putting on PDA shows or shooting poison darts with his eyes at any guy who even dared to look at you. You didn’t mind really, he knew you would never cheat on him, so you figured as long as he doesn’t get in a physical fight, he was cute when he got jealous. You had no idea that he wouldn’t be so cute tonight. After the show was over, you started pushing through the crowd who were going the opposite way from you, towards the exit, doing your best to get to the backstage area and dressing rooms to congradulate the guys on another awesome show. Suddenly you feel someone grab your wrist, causing you to stop and turn around, noticing a random stranger looking at you with a seductive smirk on his face. The area around the two of you had cleared out a little, and you were trying to move your hand away from his grip, trying not to be too rude, telling him you were in a rush to be somewhere.
“Oh come on, you’re going back to that little prick? That kid can’t even drum well, let alone please a woman. He thinks he’s cool with all of his tattoos, but he’s just an id-.“ The stranger didn’t have time to finish insulting Rook as you used your other hand to slap him in the face. It took him by surprise and his grip on your wrist loosened, allowing you to pull your hand away from him. You made an attempt to rush to the dressing rooms, but he grabbed your waist, spining you around to face him, saying how he found the fact that you had a temper even hotter. He leaned over to kiss you, when he was all of a sudden jerked back, away from you, and down on the floor. You looked over at the person who had done that and it was the first time that you had seen Rook so angry in your life. His hands were clenched in fists, his breath fast paced, his eyes almost glowing with fire.
He wasn’t angry at you, but at the man who thought it was a good idea to go after his girlfriend. “Are you okay baby girl?“ JP asked, looking over at you, and you nodded. After recovering from the shock of being slammed to the ground, the man got up and charged at JP, and a full on fight broke out. You hated fights, so you yelled for them to stop, because you didn’t really know what else you could do, soon after calling out to Colson and the crew to help them stop fighting. But as soon as you told them why JP was fighting the guy, the rest of them got as angry as he was and started helping Rook, as they grabbed the guy’s arms which allowed Rook easy access to keep hitting him without taking damage himself. “JP stop please! Just stop!“ You yelled out, pushing yourself between them, your arms wrapping around your boyfriend’s torso, holding on for dear life as you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for him to calm down. And soon enough, he did, wrapping his own arms around you, his breathing wild, and you told the guys to just kick him out of the venue and not continue hurting him, even though you were thankful they were also protecting you.
Colson was the first to nod and they handed the man over to security to kick him out, heading back to their dressing rooms. You stayed in the middle of the now empty venue, clinging on to Rook, afraid to look at his face, as you knew it would break your heart to see the damage. “I’m fine, baby girl, I’m fine. We’re both fine.“ Somehow his voice never failed in soothing you and calming you down. You felt a hot tear slide down your cheek when you looked up at his brused face, a trickle of blood coming from his lip and cheek. You lead him over to his dressing room and grab a med kit to clean his wounds, your hands still shaking from the experience. “I’m so sorry I scared you Y/N, but he had no right to mess with my girl. When I saw him try to kiss you forcefully, I just saw red. I’m sorry baby girl.“ JP said, taking your trembling hand into his, and you took a deep breath, assuring him you were fine, and continued cleaning the blood off his face.
A small clip of the fight ended up online, even though the secutiry had pushed everyone out at that moment, and you were surprised by how many people were applauding Rook for defending his girlfriend’s honor. They were not condoning the whole event of fighting, but they could understand why he would react like that. From that moment on, everyone knew not to mess with JP Cappelletty’s girlfriend, and Colson Baker’s friend, aware that the whole crew would be after them as a team if they did so. “I have no idea how I manage to keep up with you lunatics, but I’m the luckiest girl in the wold to have all of you by my side.“ You say to all of them while you were hanging out at the tour bus afterwards, to which everyone raised their glasses to a successful fight, causing you to giggle and you felt JP’s arms tighten around you, as you leaned against his chest. You turned your head and planed a gentle kiss on his lips, careful not to hurt him and snuggled into him. That was your man, and you were damn proud of him.
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Hey anon, I hope you like it :) I don’t know why, but I just love writing about guys being protective over their girls. (that gif has me feeling some type of way though)
