Band Imagines

BMTH - Oliver Sykes

Bloody Knuckles

Y/N

You'd stayed up late binge-watching the latest series of Criminal Minds when you heard the front door open and your husband Oli stumbled in slightly intoxicated from going out drinking with the rest of the band. You would have joined them, but you'd found out two weeks ago that you and Oli were expecting your first child and Oli refused to let out of the house in case you hurt yourself or the baby.

"Hey babe you're still up, it's kind of late isn't it?"

You glance up from the sofa noticing how Oli was keeping his hands behind his back, and his face read that he was guilty of something.

"Yeah, I wanted to catch up on my shows. Did you have a good night with the guys?"

Oli nods and tries to quickly escape up the stairs, but you were faster than him and blocked his path.

"What happened Oli?"

Oli looks down at his feet, another telltale sign that he'd done something he knew you wouldn't approve of. You sigh and manage to get his hands from behind his back and gasp at the sight in front of you.

"I really, really, really hope that's not blood Oliver."

"Well in that case love, I have some bad news."

You examine Oli's bloody knuckles. Had he punched a brick wall or something? Dragging your boyfriend up the stairs, you get him into the bathroom and root around for the first aid kit.

"I'm going to ask again Oli, what happened? I'm not mad, I want to know how you hurt yourself."

Oli sits on the edge of the bathtub as you get out the supplies to bandage him up.

"Some guys were calling you mean names because of your pregnancy and I punched one or two of them because no one insults my girl."

You internally awe as you patch him up, you really had the sweetest husband anyone could ask for. Yes, Oli sometimes spoke with his fists, but those guys sounded like they deserved it.

"Now I love you, even more, Oli, let's get into bed and cuddle."

Oli smirks as you peck him on the cheek and skip out of the bathroom. You enter your bedroom and undress before slipping under the duvet. Oli follows a couple minutes later, and you find yourself snuggling into his side while stroking his bandaged fingers.