omg omg omg imagine gator being super protective in his own way. like maybe reader is at the bar with some friends and calls him to come pick her up because some guy won’t stop messing with her. and in typical gator fashion, he ends up laying his hands on the guy for messing with you. 😭🥵
ugh, yes - i feel almost feral for the way i need gator! thanks darlin for the request! 💌 cw: fem!reader, violence, creepy men
⋆˚࿔ Thinking about how Gator didn't even want you going out with the girls that night. It's the only night that week when he's gonna be off duty, and he can't even spend time with his woman? Well, he's already pissy.
⋆˚࿔ It's your friend's birthday, and you promise to make it up to him somehow. While your friends picked you up, you promised Gator that you would call him when you wanted to come home. He's not expecting to hear from you until late, midnight at the earliest.
⋆˚࿔ Imagine his surprise when it's hardly eleven o'clock, and your caller ID appears on his phone, "Hey mama, you ready to come home to me already?'
⋆˚࿔ He can automatically tell that something is wrong when he hears your tone of voice, "Hey Gates, um, yeah. Are you okay picking me up a little early? The girls are gonna stay a little longer, but this guy keeps trying to approach me and separate me from the group, and I just don't want to ruin the party..."
⋆˚࿔ Gator is great at schooling his tone, simply agreeing to come pick you up. You exchange a quick goodbye and ask him just to text you once he's outside the bar so that you can close your tab and say goodbye.
⋆˚࿔ It's twenty minutes later, and you still haven't heard from your boyfriend, but gasp in surprise when you feel an arm snake around your waist. Gator simply chuckles into your ear, planting a kiss to your temple, "It's just me, sugar. Your white knight is here."
⋆˚࿔ The girls either giggle or roll their eyes at his appearance in the bar. You go to lightly tell him off, but spot the creep from earlier watching you. Gator follows your gaze, noting the douche that's been pestering you all night, "Is that him? That's the son of a bitch who's been messing with you?"
You simply nod and grab his hand, "Don't worry about him, let's just go home. I just need to pay my tab first."
Gator doesn't look at you as he pulls away, stalking towards the bartender, "I'll take care of your tab. You just tell your friends bye."
⋆˚࿔ Gator quickly offers his card to the bartender to close you out for the night, all while looking at the perp who tried to flirt with you. He simply stares at the man until the poor guy becomes noticeably uncomfortable.
"You got a starring problem, buddy?" The guy chuffs from the barstool.
Gator approaches, his eyes narrowing, "Can't say I do, but I did notice you eyeing up my girl back there. Made that whole table o' ladies feel mighty uncomfy."
"You let your girl walk around with her ass hanging out them shorts? Well, I'm gonna feel a little inclined to stare," The guy chuckles before taking a sip of his beer.
⋆˚࿔ Gator humorlessly laughs along with the cup before ripping the beer bottle from his hand and smashing it over his head. The guy spills over his seat, clutching his head as he lands on his back. The stomp from Gator's boot echoes off the walls of the silent bar when it lands barely an inch from the guy's privates. Gator's hand snatches the collar of the man's shirt, lifting him a few inches off the ground, "You're lucky I didn't crack open your god damn skull. Next time, I won't be so nice."
⋆˚࿔ Before anyone else could move, you're running over to the scene. Your hands grab at Gator's elbow, tugging him away from the man. Gator easily complies, simply guiding you out of the bar while you give an apologetic wave to the bartender and your friends...
