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i reread and now im having british marco brainrot. ISFBIWBDHSBSHS IM SCREECHING I STILL LOVE THIS AIDBSIDJSJ

♡︎ My piece for @cafedanslanuit 8k collab event called Taylor’s Version. It’s based on Taylor Swift’s song London Boy from her Lover album

♡ Pairing: Marco Bodt x Reader

♡︎ Warnings: hmm none other than pure fluff and some cute kisses. (If I miss any please do let me know!)

♡︎ wc: 1069

♪ They say home is where the heart is but that's not where mine lives ♪

Marco was an exchange student from London and you were his first friend in school. You both had lost touch after high school despite promising to stay in each other’s lives. A few months ago, you got an email from him. He was super excited he had found you again. Since then, you’ve been emailing back and forth, updating each other on every single thing that has occured since graduation. Marco moved back to London after graduating from a business course in university.

He now runs a non for-profit organization that focuses on helping foster kids. Your heart grew warm at how he made his dream come true. As for yourself, you finally started your bakery/bookstore. You remembered how Marco grew very excited when you told him you were a baker. He knew that’s what you wanted to do as you wouldn’t shut up about it during school. The business was quite successful despite being in a small town. You were very proud of yourself.

A couple of weeks ago, he had suggested you spend the holidays in London with him. You were hesitant as it had been a while since you saw each other but you couldn’t deny it any longer. You were in love with a London boy. You realized you’ve been lost in your thoughts for a while so you focused back on Marco as he held your hand, pointing at each exciting thing he wanted to show you at the infamous Camden Market. You found it adorable how easily excited he got over the simplest things. The lights over the bakery. The pine trees lining the sidewalk. The lady with the fur coat with a dog that looked just like her. You laughed at his observation and hid your face against his chest.

You looked up, his face shining as he was enamored by such simplicity, your eyes zeroed in on the freckles that were scattered about on his face. You wanted to kiss them all. The sudden thought had you shaken up as it came from nowhere. You couldn’t understand this feeling that burned alive within you whenever you were with Marco. That feeling wasn’t there with anyone else. You suspected it could be love but the very thought scared you. You were always such a logical person, needing stone cold facts before making any kind of decision. Being with Marco made you feel like such a wildcard. The admission had you feeling uncomfortable but not as much as the idea of never seeing him again.

“Look, Y/N!” Marco gently shook your arm as he pointed to something. “An ice skating rink. We have to go do it.”

You looked in the direction he pointed in and sure enough, there was a skating rink. It wasn’t just ANY skating rink though. It was the most beautiful one you’ve ever seen. Looked straight out of a winter wonderland ad. Twinkle lights reflected off the ice, making all the skaters look like ethereal creatures. You turned to Marco and smiled at him. He smiled back and gently dragged you towards the rink.

You joined the line to rent skates out, only a couple in front of you. “Can I get two skates please?” Marco asked the man who was working the counter. You pulled out your wallet to pay but Marco shook his head as if he was insulted at the thought. He hasn’t let you pay for anything since you got off the plane. You felt guilty as you've alway been a pretty self-sufficient person. Depending on others was not something you did. You brought it up during dinner one night but he insisted that he wanted to.

Marco grabbed the skates from the man and led you to an empty bench. You tried to grab your skates from him but again, he shook his head and knelt in front of you. He tapped your leg and gestured for you to place it on his thigh.

You sighed. “Marco, I can put on my own skates.”

“I know that but please let me do this for you, love.” He replied.

Love. That simple four letter word had your heart doing palpitations. You sighed in resolve, and set your foot on his thigh. “Fine but you better not say my feet stink.”

Marco laughed as he tugged off your boot. “Ew, what is that smell, Y/N?” He teased loudly, causing a couple of kids who stood close to snicker. You gasped and playfully tapped his arm.

He continued to laugh, as he finished tying your skates. You’re not sure what came over you but you suddenly felt the urge to express yourself so you lowered your head near his. “Guess what?”

“What now?” He asked, still focused on your skates.

“I guess all the rumours are true.” You whispered in his ear.

“Rumours? What rumours?” He asked as he looked up at you, the way his head was titled reminded you of your golden retriever, Sunny. You laughed to yourself at the comparison.

“I love a London Boy.” You admitted, your breath fanning around you in the cold air.

He shyly looked away at your confession, the sound so promising. The rose blush dust intensified around his cheeks as he bit his lip. “Well it’s a good thing you said that because darling, I fancy you.” He placed an intimate kiss on your forehead. He paused, almost too hesitant and placed another kiss on the corner of your lips. “I don’t just fancy you…I love you too, Y/N.”

It felt like your soul caught on fire due to his words. You could feel a smile growing on your face. You looked away quickly as you wanted to avoid making a fool of yourself.

He gently caressed your face, turning your face towards him and he stared into your eyes. “How did I get so lucky with you?”

“Hmm, maybe it had something to do with you liking my smile?” You replied.

“Yeah, it must be that.” He stood up, both your skates tied. “Shall we, madam?” He asked as he held out his hand.”

You got up and placed your hand in his. “We shall, good sir.”

As you both skated away, you thanked past you for giving a chance to the quiet London Boy.