#2ptaliaxreader

If you're both in an intimate location, he's a changed man. Context is everything to him. Be it the bedroom or bathroom, he'll do the initiating and drown you with affection. Kissing you on the forehead, lips, and neck, he's as sweet as the pastries he makes. He's eager to make up for his awkwardness elsewhere, so he turns into his own Casanova when he's all over you.

He can cling to you like wet clothes to skin. Where ever you are in the house, that's where he'll be. The guy follows you around like a puppy, and he makes it his mission to make it obvious. When you finally ask him what he's doing, he'll rest his face on his hand and hit you with a swoon-worthy smile. "What I'm doing? Whatever it is that you're doing, of course."

Oliver loves to contribute to every little thing in your life. If you're studying, he'll walk into your room with study snacks and ask how you're doing. He might even ask about what you're learning, but understanding it is beyond his capabilities. If he wasn't so good at cooking, he'd be the boyfriend who stands around in the kitchen with a spatula trying to be useful. He's not exactly book-smart or tech savvy, but he wants to be involved with everything.

He can't help pampering you, and among one of the ways he does that is by doing most of the chores. Oliver doesn't mind because he loves it. Baking, cleaning, gardening, he's obsessed with keeping the place clean and smelling great. He thinks its his job to look after you, though he can go overboard and start babying you. If you don't remind him you can look after yourself too, he may as well blow on your food and feed it to you.

He's always wearing something with buttons, like his pajamas or dress shirt for the day. He barely reveals his skin, and he avoids any questions about it. One day, you were feeling particularly curious, and after pushing his buttons, you've learned your lesson the hard way. The effort he puts into his appearance is what keeps the gun from going off—remember, context is everything. If you start shedding his layers and ruffling up his hair, he'll hold you down to do away with you. Never again.

Oliver loves cuddling, and he'll squeeze you like a bear in bed. He loves the way you feel in his hands, so expect some caressing and fondling every now and then. But he's a gentleman, so he'll always ask before touching anywhere. While he's tracing his fingers down the nodules of your spine, he'll hum in your ear and lull you to sleep.

When he gets jealous

It's hard to get him jealous, but being protective of you is ingrained in his nature. He has an undying hostility towards smelly and macho men. If he sees any, he'll glower at them fiercely like it's personal. They're bad news, he tells you. Unrefined, impolite, and always looking for trouble. Later on, he'll remove you from the scene because he has a problem with them sharing the same air as you. Then, he'll loop his arm around your waist and hold you close like you're stitched to him at the hip.

Whoever wants to push their luck with you will have to suffer his wrath. Persistent people leave a bad taste in his mouth. It reminds him of the 'smelly men' he so hates. How he deals with it is rather interesting—he'll grin like a Cheshire cat and throw fuel into the fire until the prick raises their hand. Then, he'll have a reason to take them out as 'self defense'. Oliver is polite through and through, but he has the silver tongue to say something that's worthy of a mic drop.

When you both get home, he'll be tearing his hair out in frustration. The prim, proper, and collected Oliver will completely disappear in exchange for an erratic and emotional Oliver. He was always clingy, so good luck getting him off you.

When you argue

You rarely argue with the guy, so when you do, it's something serious. He's what most people consider 'Mr. Right', but he isn't called a madman for nothing. When he's down in the dumps, he's more vulnerable to becoming unreasonable. A little crazy, even. He could say something sick or out of pocket with a wide smile on his face. Not only does it scare you, it’s frustrating. That’s when you’re tempted to avoid him.

Oliver was always high-strung about spending every minute of the day with you, so he’ll force his way to be in the same room until you look at him. He can’t handle the distance. It will drive him crazier than how much he already is.

He’s well aware of his insanity, and knows he can only use twisted logic you can’t accept. That’s why he keeps his mouth shut and stays around you until you acknowledge him. It could take hours to days, but he won’t give up until you give in. He will resort to sweet-talking at night if you’re still angry with him.

Psychology + When he snaps

He can’t fathom the idea of being annoying or overbearing. Oliver can’t help asking about everything you think about. When you tell him to tone it down, he’ll tell you he’s just trying to bond with you. He wants to be your other half, and he does this by dissecting your mind down to its most detailed intricacies. When you tell him to stop, he gets really upset.

The only way to cheer him up is through affection, be it through kissing or words of reassurance. He’s a sucker for your attention, so he’ll keep the act up until he’s smothered. After that, he’ll stick to you like glue and want you to coddle him.

He runs purely on your love. If you smile at him and kiss him in the morning, he will have the best day at work. If you don’t do either of those things, he will start questioning his existence. You’ve come to realize that, so you always make sure to dote on him so he can be energized. If not, he’ll be the saddest sap.

He’s no textbook genius, but he’s calculating and crazy good at picking up small details. On most days, he does this on his own accord to be charming and friendly, which he is—he’s witty and loves hanging around pleasant people. However, his friendly front is more like a fuse than anything. Once that goes, the uglier sides of his self is revealed. For people he doesn’t like, he’s cynical, mocking, and arrogant.

He’s always been insanely obsessive with the things he likes. If he chose to curse, he would scream, "I FUCKING love baking!" Oliver is a man of passion, and that applies to the special someone in his life. If you spoil him enough with your time, he will grow co-dependent on you. He will think about you as much as he can, which is easy to do when he’s doing housework. If he doesn’t see you after an hour, he will practically start chewing his fingernails off.

Oliver is more dependent in the relationship. You’re like his anchor—his pacifier. You’re everything that’s keeping him from losing his head, so he’ll go apeshit if someone tries taking you away. How they do that is through acts of service, one of his love languages. If you do it for someone other than him, he’ll get pretty irritable. But if that person keeps helping you out or giving you advice, he will understand that as a declaration of war.

He’s more lenient with friends, but if it’s a potential love-interest, he’ll be on edge. As it continues, he won’t stand the sight of them. If they don’t back off after acts of passive-aggressiveness, jeering, and personal remarks, he will start seeing them as a rival. Someone who disapproves of him. Someone who wants you. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

The bastard isn’t afraid of him, so he’ll give him something to be afraid of. That’s another great reason why he’s so happy all the time—it hides the fact that he’s a psychopath. Too bad his victim let that fly over their heads when interacting with him. But it’s too late, and Oliver is about to give them a stalking of a life time. He will psychologically torture them for months until they lose their minds.

All of a sudden, Oliver will stop. He wants to give them a false sense of security that they’re safe. He’s patient enough for the thrill. Once they finally think they’ve escaped his grasp, he will corner them and kill them in the most gruesome way possible. When he sees the look of terror on their face, he’ll laugh like a maniac as satisfaction surges through him. He’s finally one-upped the prick, and the whole process of terrorizing them was so worth it.

Once he’s done with his victim, they won’t be identifiable. They will be nothing but red slop. What can he say, he has an arsenal of world-class cooking equipment. Then, he’ll make sure to incorporate them into a menu item for everybody to enjoy. You don’t know why, but he won’t let you eat the month’s special. "It isn’t professional to eat while you work, dear."

If you find out what he did

Oliver will never be found out. He’s an expert at homely duties, so you better bet he’ll clean everything up, spic and span. For a while, he’ll be a little loopy after letting loose and turning someone into goop, but you dismiss it rather easily. He isn’t directing it at you, nor is he saying anything questionable.

Instead, you end up liking this strange episode of his. He’s just as affectionate, and doesn’t make a huge fuss when you kiss him outside the bedroom. In fact, he returns it, and you’re pleasantly surprised by his boldness. He could even initiate kisses in public, and not the shorter, innocent pecks. Breathless ones are more like it.

If you’re busy with something, he will linger around in your presence. While you’re not looking, he’ll glance at you a few times. It’s almost as if he’s expecting you to notice him.

He expects you to kiss him at every opportunity there is, and will feel neglected if you don’t. You’ve made it a habit to peck him every now and then on the cheek, but he’s not satisfied with just that. He wants to ravish you. His kisses are very intense and deep, so he usually leaves you completely inundated. When you’re in bed, he’ll keep at it until you fall asleep. He couldn’t be happier knowing you’ve probably memorized the taste of his mouth by now.

If the weather is warm enough, he’ll walk around the house butt-ass naked. If you’re lucky, he might have the decency to wear boxers. He’s confident with his body image, and he takes pride in the thought that you don’t mind seeing him without clothes. Of course, you always wear something to cover up, but he likes you with less. "Why are you so shy, babe? You’ve seen what’s in my pants!"

He showers with you. It took you a while to get over the embarrassment, but he has long normalized waiting for you in the bathroom before starting the water. You would often find him sitting around all hot and sweaty, then ask him to shower. "Oh, did you wanna shower now?" If you go on ahead without him, you bet your bottom dollar he’ll barge in on you. "Hey, why did you start without me?!"

He has no boundaries, because he doesn’t believe in them. If he and you were an item, why would there be any in the first place? Wouldn’t that make the relationship ingenuine? That’s his logic.

When he’s jealous

He gets jealous very very easily. If somebody, especially another man, talks to you and makes you laugh, he won’t hesitate to drag you away to a more private space. You could get mad at him for it, but he’ll never fail to sweet talk you until your anger is soothed. Then, he’ll kiss you a few times, otherwise he won’t get the peace of mind that he didn’t “win”.

When he hates someone, he’ll make it obvious. Dark glares, passive-aggressive remarks, and even insults are what he’s about. If they come around, he’ll treat them like vermin and keep you away from them. And he’s not subtle about it either. He will pull you in and make out with you to make it clear you’re his. He doesn’t care if it’s uncalled for, “unnecessary” or over the top. The bigger the reaction he gets from a potential rival, the better.

Allen will eventually simmer down at night, but will get very clingy. He’ll pick you up by your thighs and carry you off to the bedroom and do away with you there.

When you argue

He breaks down walls faster than they can be built, so it’s hard to argue with him. If you seem just the slightest bit detached or upset with him, he won’t give you any space. He’ll make you tell him what’s exactly on your mind, even if it takes hours to crack you open. It sometimes leaves you in tears because he can’t leave you alone when you’re vulnerable— and not even for a few minutes. Fortunately, he makes it up to you by drowning you with affection. He’ll kiss you until you stop crying and give in to him.

His psychology and when he “snaps”

He isn’t a good multitasker. Nor is he a career driven person, so he spends his free time obsessing over you— which is a lot. Whether it be lingering on everything you’ve said to him with a dopey grin, or fantasizing everything he wants to do to you, he can’t get enough of you.

When it comes to subjects that don’t involve you and him, he’s less than enthusiastic. That’s why it seems like he’s a laid-back and uncaring person, but really, he focuses all his energy on you.

He loves it when your friends are too busy to call you to hang out. Even better, you’re mad at them for some reason and tell him all about it. That only reinforces that his relationship with you is in a totally different league.

He has a fragile self-esteem. He has a conflict between a superiority and inferiority complex. It doesn’t seem that way from how bold he appears, but he always wonders if you’d ever want someone who’s more “proper”. Personally, he has no issue with being so easy-going with life so long as he has enough to live comfortably. But when he’s met with men in your life who seem like the ideal husband material, he will feel threatened. He knows he shouldn’t because he trusts you, but he can’t help himself.

After pulling inward and losing his mind over the thought of losing you, all he needs is one wrong look from his rival to snap. He isn’t the cleanest killer out there, so he’ll have to tousle his way through a bloody fight before beating him into submission. His weapon of choice? A bat with nails. He has an insane level of strength, and combined with his momentary fury, he will obliterate him.

Unlike your stereotypical yandere, he has a moral compass and understands the weight of his actions. But with his taste for violence and tendency to act in the spur of the moment, he’ll lash out and do something he’ll regret. Allen will panic for a few moments before disposing the body, then reflect on what he did. But in the end, he’ll feel satisfied with himself that the asshole is finally out of your life.

If you find out what he did

You always knew he was a little obsessed with you, but never did you imagine that you’ve turned him into a murderer. Discovering what he’s done would be a complete accident, and you will want to run away. He’ll drop everything and catch you before you do. While you’re struggling in his arms, he’ll whisper this at you. "Hey, hey, hey... I know what I did looks bad, but I would never hurt you! You know that, dollface. Just look at me." He’ll turn you to face him, and you see his eyes wide with mania. "Please don’t run away from me. I promise I won’t do it again."

If you don’t find out what he did, then everything will carry on like normal. He’ll need a while to get over the fact that he killed somebody, but he’ll put it behind him one day. Because in the end, having you is the only thing that matters.

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When his nest of fiery red hair peeked out and pooled around, you dug your hands in them and gave it a good ruffle. "Al, I'm gonna sit on you and squash you with my fat if you don't get up this instant." You threatened with a taunting smile tugging at your lips. He let out a soft chuckle and with that said, he did not bother to move a single muscle. "Go on, do it." He thought with mischief manifesting onto his features in the form of a smirk. 

You felt a few wet sprinkles dot your skin, causing you to lift your head to see where it was coming from. You only wound up staring up at the sky, rapidly dulling into a darker grey as masses of dirty clouds fused together. The light sprinkling then slowly built up into larger droplets, forcing you to pick up the pace and run over to the safety of the bus stop. You spotted another figure standing under the shelter, to where you assumed to be another one of your neighbors. About to go and greet him, the words in your throat were jumbled up when you caught sight of who the person was. And he was not your neighbor.

Narrowing your eyes that were shining in curiosity and awe, you gave him a good look over. He was dressed so primly and fine that it looked like it was cut straight out of a men's fashion magazine. Thank god he had his attention directed at the awfully large and expensive phone he held in his fingers or else he would have caught you ogling at him.

Despite that, you felt your lips curl into a little smile when you watched him glance up and step onto the vehicle. Following suit, you quickly paid for your fare and took a seat just behind him. Without even glimpsing at him to remain stealthy, you didn't notice him flicker his cerulean blues over to you for a moment. Too bad you were too focused on not focusing on him you couldn't see those beautiful blue eyes.

He stood at a rather tall stature that you could even say he was as tall as Allen, if not taller. You were unable to steal a peek at his face to identify him, but you could tell from the crisp white button down shirt that he was wealthier than all... And what was that? It was a golden watch wrapped tightly around his wrist that glimmered under the small remainder of light that survived in the rain. His hair was similar to that of Allen's, except it was a clean, light shade of sandy blonde that you never thought you'd ever see in the flesh in this town.

The rumbling of a bus hummed in your ears. You ripped your gaze from him and you shook your head. "Staring is rude..."

Clutching Allen's phone in your hands, you turned your head over to the window to stare at anything that flew past. No matter how long the ride was, nothing particular in the poor setting would ever change. As retail buildings slowly disappeared, it was replaced by a residential area, with small houses with undefined shapes and clothing lines out in the front.

A few minutes had droned by, with different people stepping off and on. Soon, it was Allen's stop and you gathered your things to stand up. The blonde in front of you stood up as well, dusting things you couldn't even see off his arms. That was when you thought you were going to suffer from a panic attack as you walked over to the doors to get off. You didn't dare to touch him, accidentally or not. His broad shoulders were a feature of his, and it appeared as though it would land you in hospital if you were bumped by him.

The last little ray of light that was emitted from the sun had disappeared, replaced by a bright moon overhead. Stepping carefully onto the grass next to the pavement, you began walking in the direction of Allen's house, only to realize that he was walking in the same direction.

How could this get any weirder?

Cupping your mouth with a hand, you tensed up but still managed to move your legs. As you trailed slowly behind him, he walked in a rather... Interesting style, his hands in stuffed in his pockets with his head glancing around occasionally. On the other hand, you were awkwardly strolling behind him hoping to yourself that he didn't assume you were about to mug him from your seemingly stalkerish behavior.

The walk was long and silent, but you eventually made it to Allen's neighborhood no longer than five minutes. As you turned a corner to his street with the eye candy of a stranger in front of you, your dazed self stupidly bumped into him when he suddenly slowed to a stop. Your heart broke into a rapid thumping frenzy before it sank when he turned his head over to you, so slowly that it hurt.

You shut your eyes tightly and felt your soul start dissipating into nothing. "I'm so sorry!" You blurted, taking a step back from him. You didn't expect this, but you felt two hands rest on your shoulders. Screwing open your eyes, you met with two of the bluest irises behind a pair of rimless glasses. "Oh!" you gasped, backing away from his face that was bent down to your level.

His lips stretched into a smile and he laughed. "It's okay! It's getting dark after all," He replied, withdrawing his hands from your shoulders. His voice was strangely child-like, and it sounded as though he was the happiest man on the planet. You nodded furiously, clutching the bag strap tightly. "... Alright," you muttered. "I guess I'll be off then..." You then brushed past him, picking up the pace to your destination.

"Hey, wait for me! It's not safe for you to walk around alone at night." He called after you, jogging up to your side. You blinked, feeling your cheeks and ears suddenly start burning when you felt his presence close with yours.

"No, it's okay! I'm sure you have places to be," You smiled, "I always come here, so it's fine."

"Oh yeah? But isn't this place kinda dangerous?" He asked.

You blinked. "... Not the safest place I guess. But I know everyone around here, so..."

The man walking by your side obviously wasn't local. You'd never hear a member of the community spouting taboo like that, for this was actually one of the safer sides of the town.

"Huh..." He hummed with a tone laced with interest. He lingered his gaze over you, taking in some of your features. He trailed his visage up to your face, which consisted of soft features and eyes that shone brightly even in the dark. He wondered to himself how on Earth anyone here could be able to possess such beauty. That suddenly reminded him of the bus ride. "Hey, weren't we on the bus together?"

So he did notice.

"Yep, I saw you at the bus stop." You nodded.

He grinned. "Right! I thought you were stalking me."

Your jaw dropped and you shook your head at him with denial. "No way! Why would I stalk you?" You exasperated.

He shrugged. "Well, I guess I am pretty hot," He had a point there, but that was not a reason to commit such a felony. More like it was because he looked like he'd have a full wallet. You hummed, staring back at his eyes. Jesus, he really did have a strong resemblance with Allen. They even had a similar facial structure, except his was more of a babyface compared to Allen's. That was possibly why he was so attractive.

"No, I'd say narcissistic." You teased, earning a whine from him.

"Hey! I'm not!" He shot back.

The two of you were so immersed in the friendly conversation that the two of you hadn't realized that you were both subconsciously walking to the same house. It wasn't until you knocked on the door with your fist and Allen appeared that you even noticed. The door swung open to reveal a lazy-dressed boy, in nothing but knee-length tan shorts and a tight black crop top. Without sparing him a glance, you darted your round eyes over to the man standing beside you and he appeared just as shocked as you did.

Amazement flashed in your eyes and you brightened. "Wait! Why are you here?!" You exclaimed.

He widened his eyes and he laughed. "I'm visiting my cuz, what are you doing here?"

"Holy moly. I'm just here to return Allen's phone!" You replied, your heart fluttering in excitement. He was Allen's cousin? You thanked God that you met him! "Wow, I should've known! So you were the rich boy he was talking about!"

The auburn haired boy behind the fly screen felt his breath hitch. "... What the fuck?"

What were you doing with him?

He flashed you his pearly whites and nodded. "That's right! I'm Allen's cousin! The name's Alfred by the way." He held out a hand for you to shake and you took it gladly. "I'm (F/N), it's nice to finally know your name!" You laughed. "I'm a friend of Allen's,"

"Alright, enough yapping the two of you." A gruff voice cut in, followed by the ear-piercing creak of the fly screen. He loved your visits, but he despised Alfred's. The fact that you were here with him created a concoction of something far worse. "Hurry up and get inside, dollface." He was annoyed, and you could tell by the tone of voice. How could his luck go any more sour? The sight of you being so friendly with the boy he hated made him want to punch a wall. By the looks of it, Alfred had taken a large liking to you when he offered a hand for you to shake.

He almost never did to anyone he met in this neighborhood from his yearly visits.

Looming his tall frame over yours, he placed two hands on your shoulders from behind and hardened his stare at the blonde.

His protective tendencies for you kicked in.

"I see that you've met (F/N)," He then draped another arm around you this time.

Alfred's pupils shrunk and his lips twitched up into a smile. It was one of the strangest smiles you've ever seen, and it wasn't just radiating happiness that it was supposed to do. It radiated a mix of emotions, and joy was not one of them. "Yeah, your friend's pretty cool." He replied. "How come I wasn't introduced earlier?"

You lit up.

"Haha, I asked Allen the same question as well!" You chimed, feeling arms wrap around your neck and shoulders.

"You guys never asked." He grumbled.

"You know, Allen kept telling me how much of an A-hole you were, but apparently not!" You teased, unbeknownst to the tension that was starting to thicken the air again. The boy behind you narrowed his blood red irises dangerously and glared over at Alfred. It belonged to that of a wolf, and it spat nothing but what-are-you-doing-back-the-fuck-off.

Allen felt anger boil inside of him and he tightened his strong arms around you. What the hell did Alfred do? How the hell did the two of you meet? And most importantly, why did you not see him as what he truly was?

Alfred chuckled dryly. "Yeah, that's what he always says. I'm not that much of a jerk, am I?"

He flickered his gunmetal blue eyes over to Allen. It was swirling with nothing but mischief and triumph.

"You're really nice, so no. I don't know what he's talking about!" You continued, turning over to Allen behind you and handing him his phone. He took it with a lazy grin and slid it in his pant pocket. "Here's your phone, you idiot. You need to stop forgetting it, honestly."

"Thanks, babydoll," He cooed, darting his crimson red irises back to the visitor with a smirk. "I don't use it too much so I'm not bothered to take it with me."

"And you keep saying that I'm the airhead?" You pressed firmly. "You're gonna lose it someday."

"Not when you're around to look after it," He winked, directing this one straight at his cousin. He swore he caught his hands clench into tight fists.