#I love Shoreditch and Camden Market

[sophisticatedswifts]

London Boy but it’s just a normal week for me living in London

[ghostlyloversworld]

»»————> 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲<————««

𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝐱 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙭'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜-

-𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠- 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭

We can go drivin' in, on my scooter Uh, you know, just riding in London Alright.

As she scrolls through her Instagram feed one thing stands out it was a news article she reads it -actress y/n Cox spotted in London with Actor Tom blyth.

She laughs before pressing on the news article. Curious to see what it had to say.

I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives.

She reads it. Actor Tom blyth and Actress Y/n Cox had been spotted at Trafalgar square. It had been reported both were holding hands and being a little more then friendly with each other. Could this be the next it couple?.. Only time will tell. She clicks off and goes to the comments of the news article

You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (ooh).

Catlover- even if they are dating we should give them their privacy.

Tombylyth'sgirl- stopp because Tom and Y/n's song have to be Dreaming of you by Selena quintanilla

↪️y/n'schild- stop because Selena quintanilla didn't deserve to die.

honeylove- honesty y/n isn't even cute

↪️ theonlyY/ncox- cool I'm definitely not going cry in the bathtub 😐

↪️ starsthebest- the sarcasm is loudd.

↪️ theonlyY/ncox- thanks I got it from you're dad 👍

And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride Babe, don't threaten me with a good time They say home is where the heart is But God, I love the English.

Tomblyth- shh 🤫 no one needs to know

↪️ doglover- what do you mean Tom?

↪️ theonlyY/ncox- Tom no 😐

↪️ Tom blyth- yes Tom

Eleanor laughs at the way her and Tom go back and forth on the internet. Maybe that's why everyone thinks they are together. She finally posted again

-TheonlyY/ncox

- Happy birthday my bbg @RachaelZegleristhebest

RachaelZegleristhebest- thank you love :)

↪️- theonlyY/ncox- you're welcome

You know I love a London boy I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you.

So please show me Hackney Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street Just wanna be with you Wanna be with you Stick with me, I'm your queen Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you) Wanna be with you (oh)

Y/n was laying in her bed. She looks down at her necklace 'Tb' it had been Tom's initials. Her and Tom had been together for 3 years now. She was very happy with Tom. The more she thinks about it. Tomorrow was their 4 year of dating

theonlyY/ncox

- love a British boy @Tombylth

User98- oh my goodness! They were dating

↪️theonlyY/ncox- yeah ik that

↪️doglover- her freaking sarcastic is always back out to get everyone

Tombylth- love you more

↪️theonlyY/ncox- nah I love you more :)

So please show me Hackney Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street Just wanna be with you I, I, I fancy you, oh Stick with me, I'm your queen Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath Just wanna be with you (ooh) Wanna be with you I fancy you (yeah), fancy you Oh, ah

[vettelinyourarea]

hi, could you make one with ollie bearman with london boy by taylor swift, please? she's so whipped by her british boyfriend especially his smile and his thick british accent that always drive her crazy and so is he. thank you!

london boy - oliver bearman

genre: fluff

word count: 927

inspired by london boy by taylor swift

warning: english is not my first language

thank you soo much for the request! to be honest i have been thinking about writing london boy for ollie too! also, i'm not from england so all of the information i got for this fict is from google.

feel free to give me any feedback and hope you enjoy! my requests are open 🫶

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I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteens, faded blue jeans, Tennesse whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

You met Ollie for the first time when you just transferred to the Imperial College London. You remember it was on a sunny Thursday, and you and your new friends were doing your assignment for a class together. It was going smoothly for you until you heard a laugh that sounds like music to your ear. That’s when you saw him, a tall guy with a sweet smile and dimples, getting shushed by his friend that’s sitting next to him. 

“Is he from our uni?” you asked your friends, pretending to be annoyed when in reality you really want to know if you will have a chance on seeing him again in the near future.

“Oliver? The tall guy with curly hair? No, he is a racing driver in Formula 2. But he is always here when it’s off-season, a lot of his friends went here. I could introduce you to him if you want?”

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling I fancy you

“Stop calling me a London boy! I’m not even from London. I’m from Chelmsford!” Ollie said while laughing, and oh, how much you love that laugh. The laugh that caught your attention that first time, a sound that could instantly bring a smile to your face.

You are strolling around the infamous Camden Market with the boy you have been dating for 3 months now. It hasn’t been long since you first met, but God knows how smitten you are with him. Every time you are together with him, it’s like you became a child that has a crush all over again. His smile, his laugh, his thick British accent, his giggle, everything about him is perfect to you.

“I don’t care! You will always be my London boy, okay.” You said with a smile that Ollie loves so much. A smile that he wants to see for the rest of his life if it’s possible.

“Is that supposed to be a Taylor Swift reference?”

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babe, don’t threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English

It was raining heavily, which means your plan to go on a picnic with Ollie has to be canceled unwillingly. It’s been 7 months now since you first date him, and it has been the best seven months for both of you. Sure, there are arguments here and there, it’s normal for a couple to argue, but you love him so much and you knew he loves you too. “You know we don’t have to cancel our plan right?” he said after you expressed your disappointment. 

“It’s raining like crazy Ollie,” you said pointing the obvious while unpacking the picnic basket you two had prepared.

“We can still go on a walk, play in the rain for a bit, I swear it will be fun!” his reply got muffled as he hugged you from behind, burying his face in your hair, how are you supposed to decline his invitation?

And that’s how, three days later, you found yourself lying in his bed together with him, the two of you feel like dying from the cold you two caught because of the rain.

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling I fancy you

Among all the things you’ve done together with Ollie, your favorite one might be walking around Brixton at night on a weekend. Strolling around Brockwell Park, going to a random concert held in O2 Academy, and visiting the infamous Westminster Abbey. You just love your night adventure with the boy who has been in your life for the past year.

And he loves it too, just as much. He loves seeing you enjoying the park at night, he loves hearing you singing along to a song performed at the concert, and he loves seeing your eyes light up when you were in awe because of the Church. Ollie just loves everything that has to do with you, he loves everything about you. And he will do anything just to see you smile. 

So please show me Hackney

Doesn’t have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

You love traveling London with your own London boy. Going to Hackney, visiting the British Museum, walking around Victoria Park, anything really, as long as you are together with him.

Ollie also loves traveling with you too, well, he just loves you, really. He may be not as open as you at expressing his love, but everyone clearly knows just how much he is in love with you. How he would drop everything just to be with you if you asked him. How he would literally fly from Italy, ditching his training at the Ferrari Driver Academy, just to be with you if you called him.

Seriously, everyone could clearly tell that both of you are just two people being insanely in love with each other. And everyone also knew that nothing can change that.

[kiwiana-writes]

3 !

#3: London Boy - Taylor Swift (we all knew it had to happen at some point.)

"I suppose I'll have to play tour guide next time we're in London," Henry says at Franklin Barbecue, ankles hooked together under the table. "You'd love Camden Market, I think."

"Yeah?" Alex smirks. "What about Highgate?"

Henry hums, a question in his eyes he doesn't voice. "Of course, if you'd like."

"Brixton? Shoreditch?"

"Well, yes, they're both—" He stops short, expression sharpening in understanding. "For Christ's sake, Alex. There's more to London than Taylor Swift lyrics."

"Please show me Hackney," Alex says earnestly. "It doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street—"

Henry throws a napkin at him.

[send me a number 1-100 and I'll write a drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped apple music replay]

[whinlatter]

??? Wait what’s wrong with London boy? I love that song!

In The people v. London Boy, the International Criminal Court at the Hague found Taylor Alison Swift guilty of:

romanticising English men dragging you to the pub to watch rugby with their terrible friends, thereby doing irreparable harm to the long-suffering women on London’s heterosexual dating market

implying that walking around Camden Market in the afternoons is in any way a pleasant and/or relaxing activity rather than an extreme sport dodging tourists and goth teens (no offence to goth teens it’s just a lot of your clothes are really spiky)

endorsing Brixton nightlife (a night out mired in the fraught politics of South London’s gentrification dancing alongside the world’s rudest horse girls? I think not!)

inadvertently dragging Joe Alwyn for being a lil posh boy (‘took me back to Highgate’ — we get it Taylor! He’s asset rich!)

suggesting Shoreditch these days is anything other than a playpen for off-duty bankers and truly terrible DJs

inflicting upon the world the immortal line ‘but god I love the English’, thereby undoing decades of reckoning with the many sins of the British empire

Ms Swift was, however, cleared of the charge of promoting a toxic drinking culture, as the judge found that ‘drinking in the afternoon’ was, in fact, ‘very fun actually’

(also if you see me on a night out in Brixton throwing it back to this song no you didn’t 👀)

[nevebennett-viscom]

secondary research, topic defining.

type walks or similar in london: 27/3/24

I had concidered doing a specfic day of seeing typogrpahy for exmaple since it would respind to a very specific demogrpahic. However, If doing it from a tourist perspective, i dont know places well enough and i would have to use other resources since i dont have many means of finding them myself since i dont know london well enough and although this project is helping me get to know london a bit better which was the aim, i dont have the best understanding of where things are.

places to visit in London that are interesting for typography It says about some of the museums, cemeteries, streets, and gods junkyard which all are good for typogrpahy supposedly

The London Transport Museum has signage and buses that show how lettering has changed throughout history

Highgate Cemetery has gravestones with interesting lettering from different eras

The streets of Shoreditch are constantly changing with new street art

Fleet Street was a center for printing for centuries, and there is still typographic evidence of that history

Gods Own Junkyard is a collection of old signs that have been saved and restored . I was really inrterested in this for my project but its harder for tourists to get to as it is out of the zones that are cheapest to travel in which makes it less applicable to my proposde target audiance.

overground:

The overground is a different topic that could help determine my subject, its a literal line which provides multiple assests for narrative, but it is about the journey but also the renaming of the overgriuond ststaions is interesting as they have done it based on significant events etc https://madeby.tfl.gov.uk/2024/02/15/overground_line_names/?intcmp=75213

there are even lioness line, there is also:

most arty places to go in lonodn:

"London Neighbourhoods: The Artsy" -Strawberry Tours provides a comprehensive overview of several artsy neighborhoooods in London. It highlights areas like Shoreditch, Camden, and Notting Hill, known for their vibrant arts scenes, street art, galleries, and creative communities. The page offers insights into each neighborhoods unique characteristics, such as the eclectic markets in Camden, the trendy bars in Shoreditch, and the coluorful streets of Notting Hill. Additionally, it suggests various activities and attractions visitors can explore in each area, making it a useful guide for anyone interested in experiencing London's artistic side.

I thought i could do a very niche magazine about artistsic places to visit, however it would be very random and not easy to get around if youre on a short trip or just hvaing days out, so this doesnt fit my targey, i want it to be easy to encourage people to actually do it and go and see things rather than default to tourist areas. I want them to be easy to get to and get transport since that was one of the biggest concerns from my sruvey.

quietist places to go in london:

Kyoto Garden in Holland Park, Postman's Park near St. Paul's Cathedral, and Little Venice along the Regent's Canal. Each entry describes the peaceful atmosphere and unique features of the location, providing visitors with alternatives to the city's usual hustle and bustle. The webpage serves as a guide for those seeking relaxation and tranquility amid London's vibrant energy. I do still like the barbican concept however, i dont want to do soemthing that is overdone and over worked since it defeats the point of what im trying to achievve.

[becks-magenta]

Several years ago I decided to make a spontaneous trip to London for my 30th birthday. I had just enough airline points save up to fly both me and my partner, and just enough hotel points for four nights at a hotel. Spending so many years traveling for work, it’s rare that I get an international adventure all to myself - I was ecstatic.

Because my birthday is in December, our trip was the week before Christmas. We spent time exploring Borough Market, enjoyed street art in Shoreditch, soaked in the vibes in Camden, and so much more.

Every December as I get ready for Christmas Day, I’m brought back to the lovely, spontaneous, adventurous trip we took that year. It taught me to say “yes” to that weird “what if we tried this” moment more often. So, when I’m doing, take that spontaneous trip.

[cocosstories]

Henry Cavill One Shot

Hello. Could you write a story henry cavill x singer reader ? Where the reader wrote the song London Boy (Taylor Swift) and he and his family react to the song and everyone adores it. 🥺♥️

You and your boyfriend Henry had been dating for the past two years and even though with your two schedules, it had been a little rough, you were very happy. 

So much so that when it came to picking songs for your new album, you couldn't help but add the one you had written for him in the first few months of your relationship.

It was a very personal song and even though you were nervous about what he and his friends and family would think, you wanted the whole world to know how you felt about your man.

Just before your album was set to release, you and Henry had been invited to have dinner with his family and you decided to play the song for them.

'We can go drivin' in, on my scooter

Uh, you know, just riding in London

Alright

I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you (ooh)

And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you)

Wanna be with you (oh)

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon (yeah)

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you (you)

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah)

You know I love a London boy (oh)

Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you, ooh)

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

I, I, I fancy you, oh

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (ooh)

Wanna be with you

I fancy you (yeah), fancy you

Oh, ah'

As the song ends, his whole family applauds while Henry wraps you in his arms.

"That was so good!"

His sister, Niki says. 

"I love it so much! You really are so talented."

His mom says, giving you a big hug. 

"What did you think babe?"

You ask Henry once his family was done praising you.

"I think it was perfect. Just like you."

He says, leaning down to kiss you. 

[liss-99]

Hiiii, I have been down the T. Swift rabbit hole lately especially the Lover album, if you wish to, please do a Polin oneshot/drabble for the song "London Boy" :) Thank you!!!

love this song and my dumb American heart also likes to fantasize about a cute London boy so Pen's gonna be American and we're all just going to live vicariously through this little cutesy thang, thnx <3

She's lived in many places around the United States, her hometown in Pennsylvania, Detroit, the home of Motown for a bit, she even spent some time in SoCal. Penelope loves Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey. But one night in New York City, in a little dive bar in the West Village, something happened, she heard him laughing. She saw the dimples first and then she heard the accent. They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where hers lives.

Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington met in that dive bar, an American Girl and a London Boy. What they both thought would be one night of passion quickly turned into something much more real, more serious than either of them expected.

Now, Penelope loves a London Boy; he enjoys walking Camden Market in the afternoon. He likes her American smile; she feels like a child when their eyes meet.

"Darling, I fancy you," he says.

He took her back to Highgate, met all of his best mates, so all the rumours are true, she loves a London boy.

"Boy, I fancy you."

Now she loves high tea, stories from uni, and the West End. You can find her in the pub watching rugby with his school friends. Show her a gray sky, a rainy cab ride...

"Babe, don't threaten me with a good time," she teases him.

They say home is where the heart is, but God she loves the English.

Penelope loves a London Boy; she enjoys nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon. He shows her Hackney, she doesn't need Louis V up on Bond Street, she just wants to be with him.

"Stick with me, I'm your queen," she tells him.

"Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath," he replies.

Penelope loves a London Boy; she enjoys walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon. She just wants to be with him, her London Boy. Their admission of love to each other become her favorite words to hear:

"I fancy you."

Taylor Swift Bridgerton One-Shots

[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and London

'Taylor Swift'

(no London)

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

(no London)

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

(no London)

'Red (Taylor’s Version)'

Come Back... Be Here: I guess you're in London today, I don't wanna need you this way

Come Back... Be Here: But you're in London and I break down 'cause it's not fair that you're not around

Message In A Bottle: How is it in London? Where were you while I’m wondering if I’ll ever see you again?

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)'

(no London)

'reputation'

(no London)

'Lover'

London Boy: You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

London Boy: You know I love a London boy, boy, I fancy you

London Boy: You know I love a London boy, I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

London Boy: You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon

'folklore'

(no London)

'evermore'

(no London)

'Midnights'

(no London)

Other Songs written by Taylor

Beautiful Ghosts: Too young to wander London streets alone and haunted

Beautiful Ghosts: I'll never wander London streets alone and haunted

Official Alternate Releases

(no London)

[demivampirew]

Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 24

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress,   musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and  breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air,   escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there   she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters in the masterlist

Triggers: talking about sex (daddy kink) (NOT SMUT😁🤣) - I think that’s the only trigger- I think.

Tag list:  Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank  you    so  much for that) and people who asked  me to tag them too  ☺️   (I    think  I will write a few chapters of  this story, if you want me to  tag     you, tell me ☺️   ) @cavillanche @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo   constip8merm8      penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen  littlefreya  wondersofdreaming     alyxkbrl solariumss  sweetybuzz25 @thethirstyarchive @agniavateira   @honeyloverogers @hell1129-blog   @lunedelorient​  @michelle-1185​  @madbaddic7ed​     @summersong69​

Good morning, daddy! - you said entering the kitchen, in a sexy tone.- What an amazing night. - you added as you approached him and kissed him. He became red as a tomato and his eyes were wide open. You looked at him confused and then you heard someone cough and laugh. You turned your head to the side and saw that in the kitchen island was the laptop open in the zoom app and there was Charlie, Henry's younger brother, with whom your boyfriend was chatting before you appear. You blushed as well and laughed. - Oh, hi Charlie! - you greeted - I would say good morning, but it's more than clear that it is, in fact, a good morning for you! - he joked. Oh, the audacity. - Would it help to clarify that I only call him daddy as a joke because his fans call him daddy all the time on Instagram? - Sure.- he laughed even harder. - It's true. I'm not really into the daddy kink... I'm more into him being the naughty boy I have to punish. - you said, grinning and winking at your lover's brother. Henry became red as a lobster. Poor shy boy. - Too much information. I'm sure the rest will love to hear that, specially Simon.- Charlie pointed out. - Charlie, I love you, but if you say a word of this to the others, I'll Superman your ass out of this planet. - Henry warned him. You looked at him confused by the threat and Henry explained that was a joke related to a sketch he made for Jimmy Kimmel Live a few years ago. You chuckled. - Don't worry. I won't say a word. I promise. - Charlie assured him. - Even if he says something you shouldn't worry babe, you were amazing, it's not something you should be embarrassed about, you should be proud of your awsomeness.- you said and winked. - Ok, TMI, baby, TMI. - he said grinning. - Alright. I'll shut up. - you promised. Then, you grabbed the avocado toast your boyfriend made you and some tea and went into the living room to take your breakfast and leave him so space to talk to his brother in peace. You picked up your laptop and checked for mails and to see if your band members had finished recording their parts for the new song you were working on, so you could put it all together. You checked your social network as well, and people were still going crazy about the news of your relationship. You curiously entered your name's hashtag and it was full of news about you and Henry and the paparazzi pictures from the day before and everyone sharing their opinions. You were surprised by how many people like the idea of you two being together. Some fans were angry but less than you expected. Other were rather worry than mad. You saw an account share a piece of video from an interview in which Henry said that his biggest dream in life was to start a family and with that video, she shared other in which you said to Ellen Degeneres that you didn't want to have kids and how angry it made you that when you said that you did not want kids, people would ignore your opinion and just comment "You're young, you'll change your mind". You sighed. You couldn't blame them for being worried. They just wanted him to be happy and starting a family being his biggest dream were words that came from his mouth. You wanted to tell them that they shouldn't worry. You wanted to let everyone know that you'd let him be if you couldn't give him what he wanted so badly, but at the same time, you knew it was better to say nothing. You didn't own anyone any explanation. It was something between you and Henry. It was nobody else's business. You needed to learn to respect yourself better. A little after that, Henry called you from the kitchen and you went there. He wanted to ask you what you wanted for lunch. You indicated that you were ok with anything he wanted to prepare and apologized if he was uncomfortable with the things you said to his brother before and he smirked and kissed you, assuring you he found that amusing and he and Charlie had a good laugh about it. - People are going insane on the internet about us. - you commented - I know, I saw it myself.- he admitted - Your fans are worried because I said in the past that I didn't want kids. - you sighed. - Don't let it bother you. This is something that only should concern the two of us and nobody else. I'm a big man, I know what is best for me.- he told you and then kissed you. - So you are still ok with people knowing about us? - you questioned - Are you kidding? I'm a legend. Superman got the Hollywood Superwoman! - he exclaimed.- Everyone is wondering how the hell I managed to get you to date me.- he said proudly - Haha, very funny! I'm the lucky one, sir! Look at you, Greek God, you're a piece of art. How could anyone be surprised I'd lost my mind over you.- you replied, grabbing his waist and kissing him. He smiled and pressed his forehead against yours. - So you asked me if I was ok, what about you? Is ok with you that people know about us? - he wondered. - Absolutely. I like being the bitch everyone envy because the hottest and sweetest guy in Hollywood and the world is dating her. I love the fact that people know your heart is mine and mine is yours.- you affirmed and he smirked while stroking your face. - So, you think we should make it official? - you asked - Is it official already? - he questioned confused. - Not technically; not until one of us confirmed it.- you pointed out and he put his best "Well, would you look at that" face. -Sure, how you want to do it? - I have an idea on the mind- you replied smirking devilishly. So you went into the living room and put on Taylor Swift's "London Boy" to play aloud and started to record yourself lip-syncing some parts of the song.

(...) But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumours are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (ooh)

And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends Show me a grey sky, a rainy cab ride Babe, don't threaten me with a good time They say home is where the heart is But God, I love the English

That last line earned a huge smile on your part.

You know I love a London boy I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumours are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you.

You posted the video on your Instagram feed and added some highlighted lines from the lyrics. "So I guess all the rumours are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you."

People went crazy with your post. Your friend Taylor left many hearts on the comments. But the comment that stood out was Henry's: " 😳🤯😍 🥰❤️❤️❤️ 🇬🇧 ". That made you feel incredible. The fact that he did not care about people's opinions and would proudly show affection to you in front of the world made you incredibly happy. For the first time, you experienced what being loved unconditionally felt like.

[mcwriting]

London boy

Hi guys! I’m back with a lil quarantine pick me up! It’s been sooooo long so it felt good to write again. I’m almost done with this semester so I’m hoping I can do more writing soon. All this being said, make sure to check my note at the end about a possible part 2 and let me know what you think! Love y’all!

*Also PSA I’ve never been to London unless Heathrow airport counts so I tried to do my best research but sorry if things are wrong*

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom Holland x y/n

Setting: Begins in Nashville, TN but mostly takes place in London

Word Count: 2299 (whew)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption? I can’t think of any others. It’s mostly fluff

Rating: Like a K or something

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You were hanging out on Broadway St.

No, not the one in New York. The one in Nashville, Tennessee.

It was a place filled with great live music, dancing all night long, and lots and lots of alcohol. 

You and some friends had gone out to a particular bar that another friend’s band was playing at, all dressed up in ripped up jean shorts, riding boots, and a cute cowboy hat.

As you all waited for them to get on stage, you ordered a round to loosen up a bit, you getting some Jack Daniels on the rocks.

That local flavor would forever be your first choice, especially compared to the tequila shots some of the girls chose instead.

$

Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, and some of their buddies strolled down Broadway, too.

Tom’s newest project was set in the city and a long day of filming called for letting loose for the night and getting to know a little bit more of Nash culture.

They came upon one place where a band was playing a Bruce Springsteen song, so they headed in, beelining to the bar. 

As they waited for their own drinks, Tom turned his head to look around when he caught a glance of you, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. 

You were coolly half sitting-half leaning on a barstool, sipping your drink as you soaked in the music. Your friend’s band always sounded great, but you decided to scan the room to see how other people were reacting. 

You turned your head, the big curls in your hair flipping over your shoulder. As you looked straight down the bar you caught eyes with a brunette man laughing with his friends, face going slack as he stared back at you. 

You looked him up and down, not taking much time to study his face, then smiled and turned back to the band. 

Please come over here you thought, trying to not look again.

Tom turned to his group.

“Do you see that girl? That’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen!”

“Well then go on you div, make a conversation,” Harrison said as the others gassed Tom up, too.

The guys pushed him around a bit as he bounced up and down on his toes, trying to hype himself up.

A few moments later you saw a male figure approach from the corner of your eye. You had planned to flirt with him, but the second you turned to say something, you froze.

It was Tom. Holland.

You both stared at each other silently for a second, both surprised, until finally he spoke up, his accent clearly British among the southern Nashville drawls around you.

“Sorry to bother you, but I saw you across the bar and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and it took a moment before you found words to reply.

“I- thank you. You’re Tom Holland, right?” you asked incredulously.

It was his turn to blush and look at the ground. He nodded his head, a cute smile lighting up his face.

“That’s me. Now would you mind the honor of teaching me how to dance like the tennesseans?”

It took no thought to take his hand and tear up the dance floor that night.

$

It had been almost 3 years since you’d met Tom that in Nash. A night of dancing and drinking had led to you going back to his hotel that night. 

Nothing had actually happened between you though, because you were both too drunk and sleepy to do anything but crash on top the bed.

It had, however, sparked the beginnings of an amazing romance, where in the present, you were strolling down Camden Market looking at art, clothing, and jewelry as you tried to decide where to grab food.

Hands held tightly together, you both decided to stop for a moment to look over the canal, but you instead focused your attention onto his face that glowed in the sunlight.

He turned to you and did the same, both of you grinning like kids when your eyes met. 

“Oh how I love that American smile of yours,” he breathed.

“I fancy you too, darling,” you returned, heart full. 

$

On your first trip to London, he’d taken you to Highgate, where some of his childhood friends lived. Of course you already knew Harrison, Tuwaine, and Tom’s brothers (considering most of them had been there the night you met), but you’d been nervous to make a good impression.

It wasn’t long until you were jumping into their conversation and joking too, as if you’d all been friends for years.

You and Tom had only been dating about 6 months by this point, and had somehow kept the relationship secret from the public, so it felt nice to be introduced as his girlfriend.

You’d gone into the kitchen to refresh your drink when Harrison followed behind. 

“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked out of nowhere, “at least, that’s what we all think.”

You paused to think.

I guess the rumors are true...

$

Another trip about a year into the relationship and you’d learned to love high tea, listening to stories from Tom’s days in acting and carpentry schools, and the West End.

It was hard to believe every time you went to a show that in days past, Tom had been on that stage, too. 

You’d also spent time at the pubs with him and the boys, sometimes watching rugby, other times playing pub quizzes. 

There were also times that you went out dancing. It was a whole different world from line dances and country music, but over time it felt just as natural.

$

In the present, your time around the market had been ended early as clouds darkened and turned to gloomy rain. 

It didn’t really bother you though, because as the cab took you through the city, you saw the lights glow and illuminate the glistening buildings you’d come to love.  

“I’m sorry we had to cut the day short, love,” Tom whispered, squeezing your hand with his. 

“Are you kidding?” you beamed, “I’ve had so much fun today! We got to explore the heart of the city, go shopping at the market, and eat great food. Plus, now we can go with everyone to that teahouse I love. What more could a girl ask for?” 

“God, I love you,” he grinned as you leaned on his shoulder to look back out the window, distracting yourself for the long ride back to his house.

$

About a year and a half of dating, and you’d come to visit Tom while he was filming a movie at the Warner Bros. studio in Watford. 

Since he was filming up north, you chose to rent a hotel in the heart of the city so Tom could stay closer to work (and therefore have more time with you).

Most of the nights he could, you’d go club in Brixton. Afternoons off were spent in Shoreditch trying restaurants and looking at art. You also got to see his buddies from Highgate again, joking and having fun just as before.

By now, your relationship was public and of course the paparazzi was often trying to photograph you, but you didn’t really mind it. It was nice getting to show the world just how in love you were with this boy.

$

For your two year anniversary, Tom had flown you out to the city for a romantic getaway, where instead of staying at his house like usual, he paid to have you stay in a royal suite at a 5 star hotel in the heart of London, overlooking the river. 

You spent the trip mostly to yourselves, not going out to the pubs at night like usual, instead choosing to have private dinners or go to nice restaurants. 

He took you shopping around Bond St, showering you with expensive things that you of course didn’t need (and had to buy a second suitcase to haul), but the gesture alone was the nicest thing a boyfriend had done for you.

Of course, you also visited with his family and had a nice time with all of them, but spending private time with Tom was the best of all.

The place you stayed made you feel like a queen (it was royal after all), and it fit the way he could never help but call you his Tennessee queen.

The lingerie he’d gotten you also came in handy, because when you emerged from the bathroom wearing only that, he would say in a husky voice, 

“Babe, don’t threaten me with a good time,” before you’d do exactly that.

$

In the present, you were back at Tom’s place, preparing for dinner with his family when he called you to the backyard.

The rain had let up, leaving a lovely sunset sky, which is what you were expecting him to talk about once you came to the back porch.

“Wow, that’s pretty,” you stated, snapping your hoop earring shut to complete your look for the night. 

Tom had said it would be a nice dinner, so you’d put on the soft pink dress he had bought earlier that day the second you said you loved it and some matching heels. You had also spent time curling your hair and doing some makeup, wanting to look and feel good.

“You look more beautiful than a thousand sunsets,” he whispered back, causing you to blush as pink as your dress. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“What did you call me out here for? Shouldn’t we head out soon?”

“Right, yeah. I got distracted there for a second,” he chuckled before continuing, “Y/n, do you remember the night we met?”

“Of course. I’ll keep that day burned into my memory until the day I die.”

“Well, that night I told my mates that you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and it’s still true. I don’t regret a single thing about the past 3 years of loving you.”

Your heart began to pound and you tried to steady your breathing. Was this it? Was this what you thought it was?

God, I hope so a voice in your head was screaming.

He took your hands in his and squeezed them. 

“Y/n L/n, I love you so dearly. I’ve probably loved you since the night I took you back to my hotel and I woke up to find you laying atop my bed and just didn’t realize it then.”

He began to bend his knees and reached a hand into his pocket, butterflies now rising in your stomach like nothing before.

“I want to love you for the rest of my life. Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” His hands held open a box with the most perfect ring you’d ever seen.

Tears welled up in your eyes and a watery smile rose to your face. You were speechless, so at first all you could do was nod, then finally you exclaimed,

“YES!”

Both of your hands were shaking as he slipped the ring onto your left hand, and then he stood up, pressing you into a deep kiss. 

You were on cloud nine.

You heard shouts behind you, breaking the kiss to see Harrison and Tuwaine cheering and recording on their phones. 

“Wait a second, where’s Harry?”

Nearby, a bush rustled and out stepped the twin, camera in hand.

“You guys all really planned this for me?” you asked, elated.

“Anything for you, babe. I was worried that it would be ruined by the rain, but it looks like things worked out just right,” he answered.

You stared down at the ring, still not quite believing everything, but your gaze eventually fell down to your watch.

“Well, I hate to kill the mood, but I’m so hungry I don’t know what to do with myself, and it’s time to go anyways, so let’s get out of here!”

$

You rode in Tom’s car while the other boys piled into Harry’s. They arrived first and were waiting at the door when you arrived. 

“Alright, follow us, we have a private room,” Haz said, the three boys leading you and Tom that way. 

You had a feeling the dinner was an engagement celebration, but had no expectation of what happened next.

The doors opened to tons of people yelling “Congratulations!” while holding cute balloons and champagne glasses. You scanned the room and were happy to see Tom’s family and friends from London and home, including the one’s that had been there that night in Nashville.

The most surprising thing, however, was your family. You hadn’t seen them in almost a month due to work and travel, so immediately you ran into their arms.

“She said yes, by the way!” Tom exclaimed happily, causing another round of cheers from the crowd.

“I can’t believe you all came!” you said to everyone, especially towards your US friends. 

“Well it wouldn’t be a real engagement if we didn’t celebrate with something special,” one friend said. 

“What do you mean?” 

With that, she plopped a hat onto your head. You pulled it off, confused until you got a good look at it. It was the hat you were wearing the night you met Tom. 

“We were gonna bring the boots and booty shorts, too, but I think what you’ve got goin’ on is a little classier,” another friend piped up, garnering laughs from your friend group. 

You pressed the hat back over your head, not caring if it squished the curls you’d gotten to lay perfectly not too long before.

“Well, then. Let’s get this rodeo started!” you exclaimed, gathering yet another of many cheers you and Tom would receive that night and for years to come.

$

A/N: Omg guys. I did it. I wrote something new. I’m thinking about making this a two shot, where the second part is more from Tom’s perspective and explores his visits to the US and I’ll call it Nashville Girl. Idk if any good songs exist that would tie in but whatever. 

Anyways, love you all and thank you for your continued support! Please stay safe and STAY HOME!

[stumbleonhometomycats]

Ivy, London boy, seven

my favorite london boy lyrics you ask?

We can go driving in, on my scooter, uh, you know, just 'round London Oh, I'd... I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey but something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent they say home is where the heart is but that's not where mine lives you know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon he likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet darling, I fancy you took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates so I guess all the rumors are true you know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (Ooh) and now I love high tea, stories from Uni, and the West End you can find me in the pubwe are watching rugby with his school friends show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride babes, don't threaten me with a good time they say home is where the heart is but God, I love the English you know I love a London boy, I enjoy nights in Brixton Shoreditch in the afternoon he likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet darling, I fancy you took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates so I guess all the rumors are true you know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you so please show me Hackney doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street just wanna be with you wanna be with you stick with me, I'm your queen Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath just wanna be with you (Wanna be with you) Wanna be with you (Oh) You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking Soho Drinking in the afternoon (Yeah) He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet darling, I fancy you (You) took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates so I guess all the rumors are true (Yeah) You know I love a London boy (Oh) Boy (Oh), I fancy you (I fancy you, ooh) so please show me Hackney doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street just wanna be with you I, I, I fancy you oh whoa, oh, I stick with me, I'm your queen like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath just wanna be with you (Ooh) wanna be with you I fancy you (Yeah), I fancy you oh whoa, ah

[madisonlovestay]

We can go drivin' in, on my scooter

Uh, you know, just riding in London

Alright

I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you (ooh)

And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you)

Wanna be with you (oh)

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon (yeah)

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you (you)

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah)

You know I love a London boy (oh)

Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you, ooh)

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

I, I, I fancy you, oh

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (ooh)

Wanna be with you

I fancy you (yeah), fancy you

Oh, ah

the love of my FRICKIN life!!! thank you for this masterpiece @taylorswift 💗💕💓💖💞💘

[miss-authorcita]

London Boy

So Taylor Swift's album released today at midnight and I listed to the whole thing and I loved it! Excuse my obsession but as soon as I heard London Boy I couldn't help but imagine singing it to Tom Holland and my creativity spark. It's not a very well thought One-Shot since I did write it at 1am after listening to the whole album so sorry if it's not as good as I feel it is while being sleepy at 2am.

Summary: Inspired by the song London Boy by Taylor Swift. You move to London where you meet and fall in love with Tom Holland.

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I had arrived at London late last night and hadn't had the opportunity to explore the city till today. It was entirely breathtaking or at least the blocks I'd walked from my new loft were. I was strolling Camden Market, my headphones on and jamming to Motown's greatests hits, currently The Supremes 'Baby Love' was working as the soundtrack to my English tour.

I regretted not wearing a thicker jacket since the weather was very different from what I was used to back in SoCal. I was sporting my Bruce Springsteen tshirt, faded blue jeans, converse that once upon a time used to be white and my thick wool jacket. I decided to dip into a dive bar for warmth before I kept on exploring.

I sat on a stool and ordered a Tennessee whiskey getting the classic 'Tourist' look from the bartender. 'Not a tousiris, but yes I'm new' I said in my mind for the tenth time that day.

I was enjoying letting the liquid warm my body when I heard a loud but contagious laugh. I turned towards the sound finding a trio of boys. The one laughing I could only see his profile but he had tousled brown hair, adorable dimples and was just incredibly attractive.

"That's bollocks!" He exclaimed to his friend, the accent making me melt on the spot.

His friends caught me staring and "subtly" told him. He turned around and our eyes met, I choked on my drink causing me to blush. What would be the odds of running into Tom Holland? He walked away from his friends and approached me. I couldn't control the smile that took over my face.

"Hi." He said leaning against the counter. "I'm Tom."

"I know." I answered, extending my hand for him to shake. "I'm Y/N"

"Pleasure, Y/N. I was going to offer to buy you a drink, but I see you already got that covered." He said indicating to my still very full glass of whiskey.

"How about I buy you one?" I flirted and he chuckled and took a seat on the stool next to me.

We sat for awhile exchanging stories and pleasantly flirting with each other.

"This might sound odd but one of my mates is having a little party tonight, at Highgate. Would you like to come?" He seemed nervous after he asked and I smiled wide making him relax a bit.

"I'd love to."

•••••••••••••••••

After the party and meeting all his best mates as he said we kept on spending time together. I started to love high tea in the evenings and telling him all about my college years and comparing to his Uni. He knew I loved musicals so he'd taken me to the West End one night to see the production of Wicked.

I couldn't believe how quickly we became a part of each others lives. We'd spend our nights in the pub, screaming at the TV as we watched Rugby with his school friends. He'd always split a cab with me to make sure I got home safe. We'd cuddle on the ride, watching the gray sky on that rainy cab ride.

"You don't to go home tonight." I whispered in his ear after a whole month of dating.

"Babe, don't threaten me with a good time" he purred, locking his caramel eyes with my own.

My answer came in the form of a kiss and just like that we walked hand in hand into my tiny London loft.

•••••••••••••••••

When we felt like enjoying the music and nightlife we would spend nights in Brixton. Other days it was artisan coffee shops in Shoreditch in the afternoon.

Soon it couldn't be helped and the paparazzi started posting our pictures in magazines and websites.

'Spotted: mystery girl with Tom Holland. Is the Spiderman actor in love?' The headlines said. I worried about it as I read the theories online on my phone waiting for Tom to be ready to go out.

"Maybe we should stay in today." I voiced once he stepped into the living room.

"Oh, alright. Are you feeling alright?" He asked concern evident on his face.

"I just...don't want to be outside." I hesitated, not knowing if I should voice my fears.

Tom sat beside me and put his arm around me, bringing me closer.

"You can tell me." He promised.

I took a deep breath "We've only been together 3 months and they're trying to define our relationship before we even have! I mean we've never talked about it. I don't know if this is just casual for you or if it's more or I don't--" I groaned and buried my head in my hands.

Tom chuckled and brought me closer. He started kissing my head and ear and neck till I started laughing and pushing him away. He waited till I calmed down to kiss my lips, softly.

"Darling, I fancy you" he breathed and my breath hitched.

"So I guess all the rumors are true" I said and we spent the night inside, watching TV in our pajamas and eating junk food.

•••••••••••••••••

Tom was leaving for Ireland to film a movie he'd booked. The schedule said he'd be away for 2 months and he promised to be back in time for the holidays.

"I'm going to miss you so much, love." He said, his arms around my waist as we said our goodbyes.

"We'll skype as much as you can and we'll see each other soon...right?" My insecurities making an appearance even though I didnt want them to.

"Of course! I still have loads of London to show you." He insisted, pulling me closer.

"You said you'd show me more of Hackney." I reminded him.

"And I will! I'm going to take you to the Museum of Curiosities. You'll love it...or maybe you're tired of the urban side of London. I could take you to the Louis Vuitton shop up on Bond Street, we can see the classier side of London." He was rambling, something I now knew he did whenever he felt nervous.

"I just wanna be with you." I confessed, looking at him adoringly. He smiled, those dimples that first pulled me making an appearance and enchanting me all over again.

We kissed one last time before he got in the car and I watched it drive away.

•••••••••••••••••

In the months he was gone I missed him like crazy. He'd become home to me in such a short amount of time. They say home is where the heart is, mine is with Tom. We texted constantly and Skyped, but we both had responsibilities plus the distance didn't allow us as much time as we had when he was here with me.

I still went out, I enjoyed walking SoHo and drinking in the afternoon with friends from work. I even met up with his mates and hung out.

I was walking home one night from the pub. The streets were already decorated with lights, multiples Happy Christmas signs hung in every store, it was clearly the best time of the year but I couldn't help but be blue. I rounded the corner when I saw him. Sitting on the steps of my loft, suitcase in hand and probably freezing.

"Tom!" I yelled and ran to him, almost slipping in the process.

Our bodies smashed into each other as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed every inch of my face and I laughed, letting him because the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.

"I missed you so much, love!" He exclaimed and kissed me firmly on the lips.

I ran my fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck and pulled him closer. Once we were both breathless we pulled away.

"You didn't tell me you were coming." I scolded but the smile on my face told him I wasn't really upset.

"I wanted to surprise you." He said and kissed my cold, red nose.

"I love you." I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I love you too." He spoke in his gorgeous English accent and we kissed once more.

Here we were, a couple weeks before christmas, in the snow, declaring our love for each other. I can't believe I fell in love with a London boy.

[yntcdtyler]

you know i love a london boy, i enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon...

took me back to Highgate..

you can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends...

you know i love a london boy, i enjoy nights in Brixton...

Shoreditch in the afternoon...

so please show me Hackney...

doesn’t have to be Louis V up on Bond Street...

i enjoy walking Soho drinking in the afternoon...