sweet tastes and alluring scents (2P England X Reader)

How Can You Refuse a Cupcake?

(F/N) = first name

(L/N) = Last name

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"Hello poppet, would you like one?" his thick British accent chimed, I turned to find him leaning out the window, a cupcake balanced on his oven glove. I pointed to myself slightly in shock that a stranger was talking to me so nicely, let alone offering me food.

He giggled, "yes you! Silly, come to the side door and I'll give you one! " he called as he vanished from the window.

I walked across the road as the question 'Should I really accept a cupcake from a stranger?' crossed my mind. Before I knew it I was standing in front of the door. I lifted my hand ready to knock. Just then the door flew open and I almost hit the excited strawberry blonde with my fist mid- knock.

"Sorry " I apologized, bringing my hand down to my side. I couldn't help but notice his peculiar brightly coloured clothes. "Oh don't worry about it poppet, I wasn't looking where I was going." he smiled. "Silly me I almost forgot, come in!" he stood to the side as I entered the dull apartment building.

I felt slightly nervous of his presence once he closed the door, knowing there was no turning back now. Although, he seemed nicer to than most people I've met.

His arm suddenly linked with mine coursing me to jump in surprise slightly "don't be sacred poppet, I don't bite well most of the time" he smiled giving me a playful wink coursing me to giggle as he lead me up the stairs.

"It's lovely to meet you poppet! I'm Oliver." He introduced. "I'm (F/N) (L/N)." I smiled as we halted at a plain white door. He grasped the handle with his spare hand and swung open the door. "Ladies first." he chimed, releasing my arm.