2p!EnglandxReader: Blood, Guts, and Chocolate Cake

 
  You sat, looking out of your window. Oliver would be back anytime now. You always wonder what that frilly pink and purple wearing man did when he was out by himself. He wouldn't be the most sane person in the asylum, that's for sure. Oliver could actually be pretty twisted, even if he didn't look like it. Nonetheless, you loved him, and you never really minded that. Opposites attract, I guess. 

    Although, you were really starting to wonder just how sane he actually was. For an example. one day he came home with red stains on his shirt and skin. He insisted that it was paint, but something about the whole thing just rubbed you the wrong way. There were so many other situations like this, each one more unbelievable than the last. You fell asleep thinking about all the stories Oliver told, so you didn't notice his clean white car pull up into the driveway.

    Oliver sat down his stuff, and called out your name, "[Y/n], I'm home! Are you upstairs, poppet?" He trotted up the stairs to find you cocooned in blankets, and your [h/c] hair was sprawled out all over the pink satin pillows. He smiled and closed the door. He shook his head while he inched down the stairs.

    "I'm surprised she hasn't found out my dirty little secret yet..." He let out a small grunt at the thought. You were the most oblivious person he knew. 

    "I guess I should make my little oblivious poppet some cupcakes.." He whispered. He didn't know that his voice could be loud enough to wake you up sometimes, and he definitely didn't want you waking up now of all times. Oliver cracked his neck, and slowly pulled out the ingredients for the cupcakes. It was normal, basic stuff; cupcake mix, holders, icing, eggs, the usual. But there were three ingredients that weren't called for.

    "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I add a little love into these." He said as he took out a mixing bowl. He slowly poured the contents into the bowl. He turned to look at the uncalled for ingredients, and smirked to himself. "No way she'd mind..."

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    You woke up to the heavenly smell of chocolate cupcakes. You sighed in delight, and slowly rolled your sleepy body out of bed. Oliver heard you coming down the stairs, and he hurriedly cleaned up the rest of his mess. Then, he noticed a red substance on his hands, and he dashed to the kitchen sink. Just as he got the water running, you came around the corner.

    "That was too close..." He sighed, the adrenaline slowly let go of it's tight clutch on his nerves and heart. You smiled at him; you found his mini-panic attack cute. You hugged him from behind, and blew on his neck.

    "Watcha doin'?" You asked, balancing your weight on the tips of your toes. Oliver dried his hands, and turned to look at you.

    "Chocolate cupcakes, your favorite." He said, reaching over into the tin to get you one. On top was pink icing in the shape of a heart. 

    "AWW! Thanks Ollie!" You squealed, and soon dug into the cupcake. "Oh! It tastes delicious!" You gasped.

    "I'm glad you enjoy it so much, love." He said, wiping some icing off the corner of your lip.

    "I'm glad you like it so much, sweetheart. You'll have to thank my special ingredients; blood, guts, and chocolate cake~."

    E N J O Y  Y O U R  C U P C A K E ,  S W E E T H E A R T  <3