🧡 You’re a fucking idiot.
♥︎In which you cut yourself accidentally while cooking.
CW: Blood + Slight Innuendo at the end
Habit’s so fucking mean to you. He’s mean to everyone, really. But to you? Oh, he can play the protective, loving boyfriend, sure, but seeing your reactions when he pisses you off is so much better.
The issue comes in when you’re hurt. Then, suddenly, he’s right there. Worried as fuck, but he’d never show that, right? Wrong.
He’s so obvious. His facade cracks just enough for you to see the genuine worry in his eyes. He hates seeing you hurt. Bleeding.
It’s not even that the cut is big. It was a simple mistake. The knife slipped while you were cutting onions. Cut your finger just a tiny bit. You didn’t even notice the blood for the first minute, not until it started dripping onto the cutting board and you saw the suspicious red liquid among the white slices of onion. It really didn’t even hurt that much!
But Habit doesn’t accept that. He simply clicks his tongue, steers you towards the kitchen table, and makes you sit down.
“Stupid bunny,” he mutters, pulling the medkit closer and rifling through it, “You’re supposed to be careful cooking, idiot. Blood doesn’t belong in food.” It does, to him, but he’d never tell you that.
You pout, eyes big and shiny. “I didn’t mean too, Habs.” You mutter, flinching as he cleans the cut with an alcohol wipe.
“Obviously you didn’t mean it, idiot. But you have to be more fucking careful.”
You huff, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Okay.” You shrug your shoulders. “I could have been a bit more careful. But you also didn’t have to walk into the kitchen shirtless.”
Because that was the thing. He’d walked into the kitchen all too-cool, hair wet and dripping from a quick shower, sweatpants slung low on his hips. No shirt in sight. You simply couldn’t be blamed for the way your eyes wandered over him, tracing the old scars from fights he wouldn’t tell you about.
A smirk pulls at his lips, revealing a hint of too-sharp teeth. “It’s hot out, bunny.”
“It’s the middle of winter!”
He finishes bandaging up the cut, but he doesn’t kiss it. Not even when you give him puppy eyes. He isn’t a fucking sap.
The question catches him off guard for a second, but he supposes it makes sense. You did just get hurt, after all. And you’ve never liked to return to an activity until at least twenty minutes later if you got hurt. He mulls it over for a moment before nodding sharply. “Sure, bun.”
The smile you give him could light up cities.
“But.” He almost laughs when your smile falls. Almost. “You’re calling the place.”
You narrow your eyes at him. He just fixes you with his ‘You don’t have an option’ look, his eyes staring into yours intently.
You wilt. Sigh. Nod your head.
“Good bunny.” He drawls, leaving the medkit open on the kitchen table as he pulls you up and into his arms. He presses his lips to your forehead, just for a second. Enough to hear you sigh and feel you melt into him.
You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. Eyes big as you look up at him. Fingers pulling at the waistband of his sweats. “Habs..”
A whimper works its way up and out of your throat, just loud enough to reach his ears and make him smile despite himself. His hands slide down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him. Until you’re pressed flush to him.
He leans down, and your eyes slide closed. He doesn’t kiss you, which is what you expect. What you crave. His breath ghosts the shell of your ear, his amusement evident in his voice.
“Go phone the pizza place.”
And then he pulls back, his eyes downright evil as he looks down at you, hands sliding into the pockets of his sweatpants.
You blink at him. But he only tilts his head, a practiced smile in place.
“Go on, bunny. Maybe if you’re fast enough, I’ll let you have a snack afterwards.” He says quietly.
That gives you more than enough incentive. His laugh follows you out of the kitchen as you bolt for your phone.
Oh I need himmmmmm. I yearn for him, ya’ll have no idea.
I def didn’t get bullied by my friends while writing this, definitely not, no way… (I did)
This is my first time writing properly in months, guys, please excuse how bad it probably is🧍
