summary: [short series] youâre the only girl in a stone prison full of boys. it goes exactly the way you expected it too, but you have come prepared. though, not everyone has malevolent intentions.
warnings: sexism, livestock slaughterhouse, allusions to sexual assault, protective gally, pining, fluff, smut eventually, people hunting, physical violence, swearing, gore
word count: 1.3k
notes: things are about to get intense, yâall.
Sunlight peeked through the cracks of the Med-Huts' wooden walls. It wasnât a warm light, but rather beams of cold silver you saw only when the world outside was miserable and overcast.
A heartbeat pounded painfully atop my head, reminding me of the sleepless night I had had previously. Believe it or not, falling into a dreamless slumber is a pretty difficult task when someone has just attempted to kill you. It didnât help that Gally had spent a good portion of the night prodding more information out of me about Luke and his friends. His foot would tap violently on the ground whenever I spoke their names, the rage inside him begging to be set loose.
So, when my eyelids cracked open and I peered at the empty chair beside me, my heart had dropped to the bottom of my stomach.
He wasnât serious, was he? When he said he would kill Luke? Surely not. He would be banished. But as I stared at the vacant seat beside the bed, a voice echoed within my mind. âThis is Gally weâre talking about, â it said,and I felt my conviction grow weaker.
The outside world was much like I imagined it to be. Bleak and grey. What I had not expected was to see a group of Gladers in the distance surrounding the hut that we Builders had been working on for the past couple of weeks. In fact, it looked just about finished.
Carrying a plank of wood over his shoulder was little Chuck, his red cheeks visible even despite the distance between us. He placed the plank down beside whom I guessed to be Zart, who was hammering nails into the outer walls to secure them. I counted the fingers on my hands, assuming I was still asleep because this couldnât be right.
Chuck was a Slopper, and he was carrying around wooden planks. Zart was a Trackhoe, and he was hammering nails. Newt was second in command, and he was helping Winston, Clint, and Jeff, two Medjacks and a slicer, fix the hutâs front door onto its hinges.
I counted once, then twice, and then a third time. Ten fingers. Not one more. Not one less.
Perplexed, I began walking over. I mustâve captured Chuck's attention because he was looking in my direction, grinning ear-to-ear. âGuys, sheâs awake!â
One by one, they all turned to look at me, covered in a sheen of sweat and heaving deep breaths due to their labour. I found Gally amidst the mass, fitting in the last square of glass for the four-paned window next to the front door. He turned around, crowâs feet etched deep beside his eyes as he squinted through the bright grey sunlight, to find me watching him. His shoulders drooped, as though to relax.
A weight lifted off my shoulders. His hands werenât covered in blood. I was so sure I was going to have to start the day with Gallyâs trial for murder.
Chuck waved at me and then beckoned me over.
âWhat have I missed?â I asked as I stopped in front of the hut. It dawned on me then that I had never asked what we had been building, although now that it was all pieced together, I unmistakably identified it as a bungalow.
Gally swiped a layer of sweat off his forehead. âDo you wanna look inside?â
I looked to Gally, and then to the small crowd that had gathered around us, as if this were some grand opening and I was about to take some scissors and cut a ribbon. A few of the boys were smiling at me, encouraging me to go inside, even a couple of Builders I had never even spoken to before.
I remembered the conversation between Winston and Gally the night before, how Winston had said half the boys would be scared if one day they woke up and I was gone. I wondered how far that notion extended. To those Iâd never even spoken to before? To Gladers I had only sent passing smiles to? Had I really become so important in the four months since I had arrived in the Box?
âOkay,â I said, nodding.
Gally bit his bottom lip, a smile teasing his lips. He pushed the front door open, allowing me to step inside. Whatever I was expecting, it wasnât what I saw.
In the corner of the room was a bed, a real bed, like the one in Albyâs room, fitted with white sheets and topped with a plump pillow that looked more comfortable than the softest cloud in the sky. Beside the bed was a wooden desk and chair, a small lamp sitting atop shining a warm golden light on the walls and ceiling. There was even a mirrorâjagged-edged and damaged by a crack or two, but a mirror all the sameâattached to the back of another door within the room.
I looked at my reflection, seeing myself for the first time rather than looking in a rippling reflection on the Gladeâs lake surface. My pants were baggy around my legs, and a maroon singlet clung to my torso. Muscles curved through my arms like rolling hills, which I imagined had grown during my time as a Builder.
Gally stood behind me, towering over my shorter form. Iâd known he was larger than most people in the Glade, but seeing him compared to me in the reflection was a total mind-blower. He was so tall and broad that my entire body was shrouded by his. If he wrapped his arms around me, I would completely disappear into the mass of him. There was so much of him.
âHere. Thereâs more.â He reached around me to push the door open. On the other side was another room, albeit much smaller, containing a metal bucket full of water with a sponge floating on the surface. âThought you might like your own place to wash instead of with all us boys,â Gally explained. Next to the bucket was what looked to be a wooden seat resembling a toilet. To my deepest gratitude, it came with a lid.
âThis is all for me?â I asked. I spun around, taking in my new surroundings. âYou all made this for me?â
Gally hummed a casual, âMhm,â as if he had done me a simple favour.
A rock lodged itself inside my throat, and my eyes began to water. I thought they were all scared of me. I thought they hated me. I looked to Gally, feeling a deep need to grab him by the neck and pull him into a deep kiss, but then I remembered the audience waiting outside the front door.
âI donât know how to thank you all. This isâŠâ I shook my head, unable to find words profound enough to explain my appreciation.
âYou donât have to,â Gally replied. âYouâve been through enough to not owe anyone anything. The guys out there were just happy to contribute to protecting you.â He took a step toward me, and I glanced at the boys outside nervously, worried they could see the totally non-platonic way Gally was staring at me. He stopped inches away from my body, his hand barely touching my own. âI was happy to protect you.â
âGallyâŠâ I whispered, my skin burning to touch his. I had half a mind to close the front door and put the bed he had built to good use. âTheyâre right outside.â
âThen you should stop looking at me like that,â he whispered in return.
âLike what?â
He sucked in a breath. âLike youâre thinking of all the ways you could thank me without saying a word.â My heart dropped down to my core, pulsing. How did he know? âBesides,â he continued, putting space between us again, âIâve got something more important I need to deal with.â
âWhat could possibly be more important?â I teased.
The playful ambience drifted out of the room, and seriousness entered Gallyâs body, turning his face to cold, cut stone. I immediately regretted asking, having realised I already knew the answerâGally had spoken it to me the night before.
Summary- giving will a handjob while he's on the phone.Â
Wc-800
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"Mm Will." You moan as he sucks on your neck before trailing back up to your lips. His left hand went to the side of your face and slowly passed his thumb along your cheek. His right grabbed your leg and swung it over his hips and started grinding against you. He pushed his hardon into your cunt making you gasp.
You passed your hands under his shirt to feel at his chest until he pulled away from you, leaving you breathless. He pulled his shirt off and went back down to kiss you until he stopped by his phone ringing
"Will no." You say and try to pull him back but had already grabbed his phone.
"Its my manager." He said out of breath and collapsed into a sitting position. "Hey how are you?" You folded your arms on your chest and pouted. Will out of the corner of his eyes saw your form and gently brought your leg over his lap and squeezed. His hands squeezed up your legs and rested on your thigh. The conversation continued for a while, just until you got an idea.Â
You slowly sat up and grabbed your phone off the table and lifted your leg off his lap. You shuffled close to him, you through your arm behind him and grabbed his neck and squeezed slightly making him groan lowly.Â
"I can do that interview next Saturday." He says and closed his eyes the more you continued your massage. You then took your hand off and grabbed your airpod case to put them in. You rested back to your previous position but this time placed your hand on his thigh. Just below the tip of his hardened cock.Â
Will looked at you from the corner of his eye and shifted. You tapped your finger on his thigh as you scrolled around on your phone. Letting out an occasional laugh at something funny. You then slowly trailed your hand up his leg, feeling how hard his cock was and still is from your previous moments. You found the hem of his sweatpants and dipped the tips of your fingers in.Â
"Babe?" He whispered and raised an eyebrow. You ignored him and pushed your hand into his pants, feeling the patch of hair. You grasped his cock and he jumped at your cold hands. "I- uh yeah thats good." You passed your thumb along the head of his cock, smearing the drops of precum around. You pulled his cock out and he tightened his jaw."Fuck."Â
"Shh, don't let him know." You said and Will looked at you with wide eyes. You turned your attention back to your found and slowly started moving your hand up and down his cock. Will bucked his hips up to your hand and brought his fist up to his mouth and bit down on a knuckle to stifle a moan.Â
"Y-Yeah I understand." A fapping sound carried out through the living room, along with Wills whimpers to not make noise. You squeezed him every time your hand was close to the tip. His legs started shaking and his cock was angry and red. "O-okay bye." Will clicked the red button quicker than ever and through his phone to the side. "I-I need to cum."Â
Ignored
Your hand sped up and Will through his head back against the couch. You could tell he was about to cum, you knew just by his noises. You dropped your phone and brought your free hand to his neck and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn't long until your hand and his toned stomach was covered in his cum. He pulled away from you out of breath.
"Fuck." You mumble and look down at your hand. Will looked at you and gave a hazy smile.Â
"Sorry for- oh fuck." You licked the cum of your hands and swallowed. Will felt his cock get hard again, you then stood up and sank to your knees in front of him. He thought you were going to blow him but you stuck your tongue out and licked at his stomach, licking up all the stripes of cum. Wills eyes were wet and already a few tears were going down his face. After licking up the last of what remained you pushed yourself up to hover your lips over his own. âCan we pick up from where we started earlier?â You smirked at him.
âNo.â He frowned immediately, you looked down to see him getting harder by the second. âThis is what you get for leaving me all hot a bothered.â You pat his cheek and walk away, just to leave him there sitting with his cock out.Â
It had been so hot lately, no matter how many fans were on or how low you turned the a/c down. It was just too hot, and the London weather wasn't helping. You just wanted to surprise Will by visiting him in London but instead he's probably going to find a puddle. Your last resort was to take a shower, a cold one, but in all honesty. It would be cold for a second then you'd immediately change it to hot.Â
"Okay, Will isn't supposed to be back for a few hours, plenty of time." You told yourself and started your shower.Â
But oh you were so wrong.Â
Not even 5 minutes unto the shower, Will was stepping in through the front door. He set his stuff down when a familiar suitcase caught his eyes. He immediately smiled and rushed to his bedroom expecting to find you there but only heard the shower and music.Â
"Y/nnnn." He called out but he received no answer. He kicked his shoes off and took of his shirt and undid his pants. "Love?" He opened the bathroom door and was hit with the steam of the bathroom. He walked up quietly to the curtain and pulled it back to see you washing your body with a cloth. Will stepped back and pulled his boxers down completely and stepped in behind you. He put a hand on your hip and squeezed, if only he'd have accounted for the flying elbow that hit him in the stomach making him heave over
"Oh shit." You say and immediately grab his face. "Im so sorry."Â
"No im sorry, shouldn't have snuck up on you." He pecked your lips. You brought his head down closer into a sloppy kiss. He slipped his tongue in your mouth and reached down to squeeze your ass. "I missed you." He started kissing down you neck and trailed down your body. He got onto his knees and kissed your inner thighs.Â
"I was planning on treating you baby." You say and thread your hands into his now wet hair and tugged.Â
"You'll get your chance Love, right now I just want to be in between these amazing legs." He grabbed the back of your left knee and pulled it over his shoulder. He sucked softly on your skin until he reached your mound. Seeing Will on his knees in front of you made you clench around nothing. His breath on your cunt made you shudder and push your hips forward to his mouth. âCalm down, Iâll give you what you want.â He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.Â
âOh shit!â You smacked your hand against the wall. Its been to long since youâve had any stimulation, sometimes the fingers just isnât enough. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He looked around your body and grabbed your ass tightly, he pushed your lower body into him and smacked your ass. He pushed the tip of his tongue inside and pushed his nose against your clit.Â
He let your ass go and reached down to grasp his hard cock. He continued his attack on your pussy, enjoying the taste. You rolled your hips against his face and tugged on his hair. Will pulled back and took a deep breath before diving back in, but this time he looked up at you. He shook his head, with his mouth still on your cunt.
âWill please let me cum!â You cried out and through your head back against the tile. Will just smirked and started moving his fist up and down his cock. Your stomach was tightening and your legs shook to the point where you could barely stand up. It was long until your eyes rolled into the back of your head and came. Will let go of his cock and grabbed your hips to keep you up. He removed his mouth and licked his lips.Â
âYou taste so good.â He said and stood up, wincing at the pain in his knees. Once you took notice to your surroundings you smiled at Will. Before you could say something Will pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss until you felt something press against your hips. You broke the kiss and looked down to see his cock, red and angry. Will watched you reach for his cock and his breathing picked up. You grabbed it and passed your thumb over the tip before smirking up smirking up at him.
Luca misses you while youre on a business trip and cant stop thinking about his babygirl.
AN: wrote those on my notes app grammar errors and all that will appear lol
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Luca walked into an empty apartment after work. He had a rough day and all he wanted was to see his girl. Normally you greet him at the door with a big kiss and hug. Although hes the chef, you like making dinner for him. So when he gets home food is on the table. After dinner, you and Luca take a shower together. Sometimes you do more than just cleaning yourselves in the shower which often leads to a fun sexy night. After a shower, the two of you usually watch some Netflix and cuddle. Eventually you both fall asleep together and start the same routine the next day. However, today was different because you weren't there. You were on a business trip leaving Luca alone for a week. It was only Wednesday which meant it was going to be a long week for Luca. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you. But he'd also be lying if he said he wasn't lusting for you. Luca walked into the apartment and made himself a sandwhich. While sitting down on the table eating the sandwhich, memories of you sprawled on the table with your legs spread while Luca going down on you came to his mind. Knock it off Luca he reminded himself. Luca rinsed his plate and headed to the shower. Luca undressed himself and turned on the shower. He was looking at himself in the mirror trying to contain himself but then again memories took over him. One in particular, Luca had you bent over that sink taking him from behind and making you keep eye contact or else he was going to stop fucking you. Knock it off Luca. He steps in the shower and starts cleaning. Hes almost done with his shower and picks up the shower head when an other memory comes in. During a steamy shower, Luca used the shower head on you while taking him from behind. You came so hard that you left some cream on his cock. Luca curses under his breath and finishes his shower. He cant believe what hes about to do. He gets out of the shower and dries himself off and drops his clothes into the shared hamper. He digs into the hamper and finds a pair of your panties. Luca lays down on your shared bed and sniffs those panties. He feels like a horny teenager. Luca then wraps his hands around his cock and starts touching himself. Images of what he does to you comes to his mind. When you come home, the first thing hes going to do is give you a big deep kiss. Your beautiful big lips attacking his and his tongue shoving down your throat. Luca pumps his cock harder. Hes going to tear your clothes off and go down on you. Licking and sucking your pussy and fingering you. While you scream his name and pull his hair. Luca sniffs your panties and pumps harder getting closer. Hes then going to go balls deep into you making you feel every inch of him. Your breast bouncing up and down while he occasionally sucks on them. Hell be so deep in you you can see him in your stomach. You'll both be sweating and attacking each other with kisses. Luca is pumping even harder now and feels himself close. He thinks of you both sweating and how tight your pussy gets when youre about to cum. The moans and sobs when you feel your orgasm take over. He remembers the throbbing and tightness ot your pussy when you come. Luca feels his orgasm coming over with his last few pumps. He finishes on his stomach. Luca feels relieved but not as much because he wishes he would've finished inside of you. Luca throws your panties to the side and reaches for a tissue to clean himself but decides to do something else. He reaches for his phone and takes a picture of his current state. His cum on his toned stomach and his cock hanging out.
To: Babygirl â€ïž
Thinking of you princess. Counting down the days you're here. call me when you wake up love you.
*picture*
Luca chuckles at himself. He cleans himself and decides to call it a night. He turns off the lights and head back to the empty bed missing you.
Giving Will head where he can just lay back and relax with his hands in your hair praising you plsss
â look at me, my love. â
it's embarrassing, meeting his gaze with your mouth full of his cock. but you still do it, because he asked. at this point, you'd probably commit grand larceny if will poulter asked you to.
your eyes are brimming with tears, which is probably why he brushes your hair back from your face and mutters, â fucking gorgeous ... â
if you're ' fucking gorgeous, ' you have absolutely no words to describe him. lower lip caught between his teeth, eyes glazed over, russet hair mussed against his pillow. his chest is glistening with sweat as he rolls his hips gently up, pushing past your gag reflex.
the head of his cock hits the back of your throat and your fingers scrabble for purchase on his thigh.
â good girl. â
it doesn't take him long after that to cum down your throat.
summary: [short series] youâre the only girl in a stone prison full of boys. it goes exactly the way you expected it too, but you have come prepared. though, not everyone has malevolent intentions.
warnings: sexism, livestock slaughterhouse, allusions to sexual assault, protective gally, pining, fluff, smut eventually, people hunting, physical violence, swearing, gore
word count: i feel like my writing abilities are declining rapidly and I donât know why. like, do yâall notice it or am i going crazy? sorry about to long wait as well. depression tings frfr. decided a small update was better than no update.
note: 900
The next couple of nights were nothing short of nightmares and blanket-snatching. I tried to stay awake to catch the culprit, but my body always gave in to the darkness that crept behind my eyes before I could.
People were beginning to catch on that something was wrong. I would wake up to myself gasping for air as I dreamed of dark eyes, uncanny smiles, and a knife to the stomach. And then came the teeth chattering as my body realised its layer of warmth had been ripped away in my sleep.
It wasnât just me suffering anymore; it was everyone around me. Iâd wake to groans from the boys sleeping in local hammocks, hearing a âshut upâ now and then. Chuck tried to offer me his blanket once, but I refused. I couldnât let a child go without warmth.
My lethargy was slowing the progress of the hut we were building, and Gally had made it clear how detrimental it was that we finish it promptly. He even allowed me time off workâalthough this was clear favouritism at playâto regain my energy. Instead of sleeping, I used this time to practice my knife throwing.
Sleep would do me no good.
I knew they were messing with me, Luke and his friends. I also knew it was just the beginning.
My knife flew straight toward the tree, nestling itself an inch deep into the trunk. The target had become a messy circle of scattered wounds, but the centre circle was still identifiableâthe blade marks clustered tighter and tighter towards the middle, like a kind of gradient.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I plucked the knife from the wood. The sun seemed to have doubled in size today, turning the Glade into an oven meant to make us feel like one of Frypanâs rotisserie lambs. Half the boys had stripped down to their bare essentials, prioritising the danger of overheating; the other half were clothed head to toe, protecting their skin.
Gally was of the latter.
He was far from where I stood, working on our mysterious wooden hut with the other Builders who had all taken their shirts off, most likely due to a mix of vanity and an early onset of heatstroke. Gally was carrying a load of logs over his shoulder, which I assumed would soon be the roof, as it was the only part left to build.
Despite the distance between us, the definition of his muscles was easily spotted. His thick shoulders tensed as he brought the logs in front of him, arms filled with spiderwebs of veins, as he placed them on the ground.
I shouldnât have been distracted by something as trivial as Gallyâs body, but I had found that recently, all my mind could focus on were trivial matters. And they all led back to him.
Our eyes met from our places on either side of the field, and the space between us felt light-years across. My desperationâalbeit shamefulâfor him mustâve been radiating off of me because Gally turned and spoke with another Builder nearby, who nodded in response to whatever Gally had said, and suddenly he was picking up his shirt, and walking in my direction.
My heart leapt into my throat.
What was happening? Maybe he thought I had just been standing around doing nothing and wanted me to start working again. Yeah, that was it. He was definitely coming over to scold me for taking advantage of the time off he had given me. I shouldâve realised that being the only Glader he kissed could only save me from so much trouble.
I tucked my knife back into my boot and stepped into the forest, deciding that if we were going to argue, it would be best to keep it between us and the trees.
Leaves crunched behind me as Gally entered the woods, and an odd sensation began trickling down my body, like millions of little spiders were crawling over my skin. A stretched, toothy smile wormed its way into the forefront of my mind, followed by hands wrapped around my throat, and a knife being plunged deep into my stomach.
I wondered if entering the forest had been a smart move. Every dream I had revolved around being chased amongst these trees, and it never ended well.
âGreenie,â Gally spoke, stopping me in my tracks.
âIf youâre here to scold me, just get it over with already.â
âScold you?â
A branch snapped behind me, and suddenly warmth began spreading up my back. Gentle fingers brushed against my wrist and then trailed up the length of my arm. âYou think Iâm here to pick a fight with you?â
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
Turning my head, I looked back at Gally, who was peering down from the ten inches he had on me. He brushed a lock of hair behind my shoulder with nimble fingers, and I found myself wondering how this boy was named the most aggressive person in the Glade. They all had it so wrong.
âWhy are we out here then?â I asked, unable to stop myself from glancing at his mouth.
He wore a sly smirk. âYou know why.â
His fingers moved under my chin, and soon enough, his lips were pressed against mine.
summary: hot weather girl meets cold weather guy at a market and falls in love?
AN: I have a big fat crush on William Poulter. Please give me a break. Also! doxing myself a bit here LOL
The cold bites you like a little child teething. You're still getting used to how this certain weather feels on your skin. It doesn't help that you severely underestimated London's definition of "cold". You weren't expecting cold like this. So you decided to just bring a jacket and a coat. No gloves. No scarf. Nothing. And by God, you were absolutely regretting that. However, London's absolutely beautiful. A total contrast to how hot it was in the Philippines. There's still the hustle and bustle of life, but it's nice. You arrived at 6am here and decided it would be nice to go out. After checking in your small Airbnb, which is owned by a kind lady who introduced herself as "Mrs. Nelly", you decided to go to the flower market in Columbia. It would be nice to bring home some flowers for the old lady. I mean you owe it to her as the rent was cheap and you also thank God she's not racist or whatever. After resting for a bit, you decided to just bring your jacket.
It shouldn't be that bad, you told yourself. Surely you could tough out a little London weather. But you thought wrong.
You're currently in the middle of the market trying to look for flowers, shaking. It's not unbearable but its absolutely different from home. The market's pretty busy. People crowd the stalls and several couples are walking around. Though cold, it was very cozy. The place looked wonderful, and you enjoyed walking around, admiring the flowers for sale. There were so many colors and so many different kinds of flowers. It was amazing to look at given that you've lived in the city all your life. You rarely see flowers on the daily. Mom would love it here, you thought. A certain stall catches your attention. They're selling beautiful dahlias that fade from orange to deep red. You think it's great considering how gray everything is. It would be a good pop of color in Mrs. Nelly's living room. You approach the vendor to ask how much.
"Excuse me, Sir. How much for these?"
"Those would be ÂŁ65, dear."
"Great. I'll take it." You give the old man a smile as you hand him the payment.
"Not from here, sweetheart?" He inquires. You think if it's the accent or just cause you look underdressed.
"No." You giggle. "Is it the accent?"
"My love, you're shaking. The cold's got you shaking in your shoes." He laughs at how it's pretty obvious. You laugh as well. You did guess right in a way as you're only wearing a hoodie as if the weather is not freezing your socks off.
The vendor shakes his head fondly before handing over the bouquet.
"Get yourself something warm, sweetheart."
"That's the plan," you reply.
"Good. Would be a shame if London killed you on your first day."
Will was in London today. It was a few months break from all the filming and it would take a few months for his next film to start shooting. So he decided it would be great to come home and surprise the family. He misses being in London. Especially now where Christmas is coming. He's a local. He's been here his whole life. The cold was something he experienced since he was a kid. As he stepped out of his vehicle, the cold rushed towards him feeling like a breeze. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was home. Though he's been in different places in the world. He misses how London feels.
He decided to go to Columbia today. Just a quick run to get his mom a present. It was a surprise, after all, that he's home. He thought that surprise should definitely come with flowers. Columbia is great. It's busy and chaotic but has this certain beauty to it. It's a bonus how it's busy enough that no one would notice he's here. No crowds around him just people around him doing what they want to do. No attention. Just him doing mundane things like getting his mum flowers. The smell of hot chocolate and the mixture of colors was a sight to see. He never gets tired of how lovely this place is. He decides to look at a specific stall. Eyeing the yellow flowers being sold not really set on buying it just yet. He looks around absorbing the atmosphere and the weather when he spots a small woman carrying a bouquet of dahlias. She stood out immediatelyânot because she was loud or trying to attract attention, but because she looked wonderfully out of place. Like someone had dropped a tropical bird into the middle of a London winter and expected it to survive. She has a lovely smile as she talks with the vendor. Her eyes crinkled at the corners, almost forming tiny smiles of their own. Her cheeks are pink from the cold. She's a bit underdressed for the weather which confirms his suspicion when he catches her hands trembling around the bouquet. He hears you laughing with the store vendor. He overhears the store vendor suggesting to try the hot chocolate here to warm her up. He laughs at himself for noticing.
You finish your conversation with the vendor. You think to yourself: I should probably try the hot chocolate. The cold is really getting to me. It helps, though, that there were so many people around. The cold wasn't too bad in the crowd. You walk towards the stall where they're selling hot chocolate as the crowd presses when you suddenly hit someone with the flowers your carrying. It wasn't hard enough that you'd get thrown off but it was obvious. You turn to the man you hit, mortified.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry"
"It's no problem, love"
"God. This is embarrassing. I'm really sorry. I was trying to get to the hot chocolate stall." trying to gather the flowers you'd nearly scattered everywhere.. He chuckles at you.
"It's okay, dear. I promise." He responds as he helps out straightening the poor dahlias that hit him. He takes a good look at your face. Looking genuinely embarrassed about the fact. You're exceptionally apologetic due to this is a different country and you're not really familiar with how people are here. For some reason, he finds it adorable.
"I was also planning on getting to the stall. Do you mind if I accompany you?" He asks. You finally look at him after fixing your bouquet. He's quite tall and absolutely gorgeous. The black beanie pushed his blond hair away from his face, accentuating the sharp line of his jaw. He had these beautiful blue eyes and what immediately caught your attention was how distinct his eyebrows were. You think he's probably an actor. He did look familiar.
"Y-yeah. I don't mind." You smile at him.
Small talk came easy. He asked where you're from and you reply. Then it clicks to him why you were shaking so much. You agree. It is pretty hot where live. You tell him stories about how hot it is that sometimes even the wind feels like fire. And how absurd it was that there were people who still drink hot coffee even with how hot the weather is. He shares his fair share of hot weather. He recalls how the hottest weather they got in London was 33 degrees.
"33?!" You exclaim. "That's a pretty chilly day where I'm from." He laughs at how baffled you are.
"I'd be sweating bullets here in 33 degrees, no? Well, how hot does it get where you live?"
"38 degrees! Can you believe it? And people still wear their jackets because 'fashion'" You chuckle at the thought
"Thirty bloody eight?! Jesus."
"And that's not even the hottest."
Will stared at you.
"You people live like that voluntarily?"
"We don't have a choice."
"I'd simply pass away."
"Weak."
"Extremely."
The conversation was smooth as you both wait your turn to buy chocolate. Like it was something that came easy. Like it was something that was supposed to happen. It's hard to pay attention to the cold when a tall, ridiculously attractive Englishman is laughing at your jokes. The talk felt warm. It was fun talking to him. You we're genuinely enjoying his company. You couldn't imagine the first guy you meet here was this nice.
"Do you come here often?" You ask. Then you instantly cringe at the question. "Did not meant to make it sound like a cheesy pick up line. But I am genuinely curious" He laughs.
"Not really. Just when my schedule permits it. Let me get that for you." He asks to hold the bouquet as he sees you struggling to get the mug.
You both get a mug for yourselves. The chocolate did help in the cold you tell him. It was warm and not so sweet. Just the way you enjoy chocolate. You both move to a bench nearby still talking like you knew each other well before this trip. No, it felt like you'd known each other long before this lifetime.
"What do you think of London so far?" He asks.
"Well⊠It's cold as hell. I underestimated that." You laugh. He laughs at your response as well. "I'm kidding. It's beautiful here. Everyone's been so nice. Including you." You smile at him.
"Thank God, I thought you were thinking of me as a creep." He jokes. You laugh at the thought.
"No! You've been great! It's like London does this thing to people from warm places. I'm still not sure if it gets to you or just stays outside. I think I haven't decided yet." You smile looking at the crowd of people in front of you both. It was a great idea, you thought, that you decided to go through with this flower market thing. He looks at you for a second too long thinking you're absolutely stunning.
"I haven't really been to anywhere warm enough to know the difference." He replies.
"Air-conditioning?" You joke. He chuckles at the joke.
A breeze hit both of you as you check the time. You shiver at the contact. You're still not used to the cold air here, you think. Though you try to hide it to not concern Will. It doesn't really matter as he hurriedly unwrap his scarf and loop it over your shoulder. You open your mouth to protest but he was quick.
"You're freezing." He giggles.
"I'm fine."
"You're shaking."
"I'm not from here. Shaking is part of the experience."
He laughs and wraps the scarf around your neck anyway. You didn't have a choice now. Though you're not complaining. The scarf smelled like him. Clean laundry, cedarwood, and a trace of hot chocolate. The scarf helped with the cold. As well as the warm feeling in your stomach that was constant during the whole time you've been talking.
"Humor me."
You both keep talking. Walking around the market, without a care in the world. Like this was planned. And the scarf stays wrapped around your neck.
The crowd thins as the sun sets. You decide to unwrap the scarf from your neck to hand it back to Will.
"Thanks for the scarf." You hand him the scarf after folding it. He reaches a hand out for it. But stops for a bit.
"Would you want to maybe do this properly sometime?" He asks. He then proceeds to take the scarf back. "A meal, maybe?"
There was it again. The warmth you've been feeling for the past hour he's been with you. Just talking. You stare at him for a moment. Looking at how wonderful his eyes look as the sun sets. The smile that spreads across his face makes your stomach flip.
"Yeah. That would be nice." You smile. You take out your phone to get his number. You both exchange numbers. Neither of you asked for surnames. Somehow, that felt less important than making sure the other person answered when they called. It felt right. This whole day felt like it was something written a long time ago. Like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly. You both say your goodbyes. You leave. Walking towards the street back to your place. You're thankful that this was just a few minutes away. You smile to yourself about what happened the whole day, hopeful of something that could come out from the sequence of numbers saved in your phone.
He, however, stays there for a moment. The scarf is back around his neck, now carrying a faint trace of your perfume. His phone in his pocket. And the bouquet of dahlias on his right hand that you forgot to take back. It isn't until he's halfway across the market that he notices the bouquet still in his hand.
The dahlias.
Yours.
Bright orange and red against the fading London evening. He could run after you. He should, probably. Instead, he looks down at them and smiles.
Funny.
He'd spent the entire afternoon trying to find flowers for his mother. Somehow, he'd ended up carrying yours instead. For reasons he can't quite explain, he decides to keep them. Just until he sees you again.
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