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[nillewritings]

But what if Paddy stops by a flower shop one day after school to get flowers for his mum, and he keeps going back? And then he has Harrison go with him one day with a plan???

Okay, so this is a thing... Like I have so MANY IDEAS about this!! SO Let’s do a head-canon!

OPENING WEEKEND CELEBRATION!!!

So since Paddy started in secondary school and walked home from school, he has walked past this little flower shop. The flower shop has been there for FOREVER and been owned by the same family for just as long. 

One day Paddy then decided to go into the shop to buy something for his mum. In the shop, he then meets the teenage daughter of the owner, who’s working herself in the shop when she’s outta of school. The daughter then helps him find something for his mum.

Soon this becomes a thing with Paddy and a friendship grows between him and the daughter, who begins to see Paddy as this little brother of sorts. Sometimes, Paddy just comes into the shop to spend time with the daughter.

Jump forward to now, Paddy had gotten Tom to agree to pick him up from school, but Tom gets caught up at work and sends Harrison instead to pick up Paddy.

After they quickly discuss why it’s Harrison picking him up and not Tom, they get on their way home, only to pass the flower shop. 

Seeing the shop, Paddy quickly gets an idea and tells Harrison, that he needs something in the shop. 

Harrison reluctantly agrees and goes into the flower shop with Paddy.

As soon as Paddy spots the daughter, Paddy The MatchMaker is at Work! He introduces the girl to Harrison and to

be honest, It’s pretty much love at first sight. 

Paddy then starts to order something random and revels in how both the girl and Harrison is acting around each other now.

As soon as the random order is done, Paddy’s heading for the door.

“You coming Haz?” He laughs at Harrison and the girl just looking at each other, none of them really saying anything.

“Yeah....” Harrison hesitates. Paddy just laughs again, leaving the shop. 

He waits a good five minutes when Harrison almost stumbles out of the shop.

“You alright there?” Paddy grins.

“She’s amazing!” Harrison mumbles, “How? What? Why?”

Flashforward, a couple of decades and Paddy is telling his godson and his siblings about this day, and Harrison and his now-wife laughs along, recalling how the other was acting that day.

[nillewritings]

I’m in need of some major fluff right now haha so like Sam is hanging with his lady, and she brings her single friend. Sam thinks that the friend would be perfect for Harry, and he introduces them. It starts off with some light pranking, and then Harry gets soft for the friend and I NEED SOME FLUFF NILLE PLEASE

Oh gosh... I have only every written Harry before and that was through texts only, but let’s try! I know it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it and it’s fluffy enough!

OPENING WEEKEND CELEBRATION!!!

Okay, so it wasn’t like it was planned or anything, but Harry and Y/N did look comfy together.

At least, Sam thought so and after talking to his girlfriend, well yeah, she agreed.

And now, here the four of them were. In the Hollands’ living room. Dominic, Nicki, and Paddy were all in the garden, while Tom’s working with Haz on Spider-Man 2: Far From Home.

Sam would start: “You know, Harry, Y/N is R E A L L Y into photography, maybe you should tell her more?” and continuously wink at his twin.

Then, his sweet, sweet girlfriend, would tease Y/N. “You know, Y/N, as Sam and Harry are twins, they’re also really identical and you know how i just haaave to be near Sam... It could happen with you and Harry”

And with that, Sam and his girl kept teasing Harry and Y/N.

Both blushing more and more with every tease.

This keeps happening for a few weeks after, until Harry decides to take the bull by its horns and asks Y/N out!

Sam was right, Harry and Y/N really did fit together!

[nillewritings]

Sorry. Previous anon, but i forgot the add on. ILY TPW. Please can I have Harrison and " I Love you" in Italian. Thank you,

Hi there! Completely okay, we’re forgetful at one point. This is coming from someone who needs someone to list everything that I had with me, so when I pack, I don't forget anything. 

Multi-Lingual “I Love You” - Theme/Prompt Weekend

Italy has always been special. The country’s long history and all the history from the area before it was known as Italy. The citizens and the descendants of the people from the area before it was known as Italy. It was culture, life, history.

Italy was also special for another reason. A reason that concerned you and your … yeah, what exactly was he? He was Harrison. Best friend and assistant of Tom Holland, Marvel Cinematic Universe’s Spiderman. But also, an actor in his own right. A right, that you had spent years trying to get him to realize. Since you first got together, while both of you were in Italy, and until not long ago, when you again were in Italy, you had tried your hardest to get him to realize that he wasn’t getting cast just because his best friend was Spiderman and the reason to why he himself was a well-known person with his own group of fans. 

Now, it was three weeks after your last trip to Italy. Then it had been for his work. You had tagged along for some of your own work and that meant you had not really seen each other, other when both of you came back to your hotel late at night. Yes, you had shared some romantic moments and you convincing him, that he’s more than just Spidey’s real-life best friend, but it was work, not pleasure. 

This time. This time, it was for pleasure that you had gotten two plane tickets and a nice hotel room with a view of the watery streets of Venice. It had been easy to convince Harrison of the two of you going to Venice on a romantic getaway and it was now, where you were. You were out, slowly coming back to the hotel, after a lovely dinner in a small restaurant that you had found earlier in the day.

“Love?” You heard come quietly from the blue-eyed man beside you. With a smile full of love, you looked up at him.

“Yeah?” You replied, just as quietly.

“Ti voglio bene..” He said, leaning his head towards yours, gently placing a hand on your neck, letting his thumb caress your cheek. You responded quickly, closing the distance and pressing your lips against his. A hand of yours took hold of the dirty blonde hair on the back of his head, while the other rested against his chest. He held you tightly against him with his other arm, which was around your waist. Your lips gently battled against each other, until he started to suck on your lower lip, a sign that you both needed air. Pulling away from each other’s lips, your foreheads rested against each other

“When did you have the time to learn Italian?” You laughed.

[nillewritings]

For the writing prompt thing - Tom Holland and I love you in Spanish.

Tom Holland and “I love you” in Spanish. Perfect. Thank you for the request.

Okay, I need to address something. This is the first request I got for this weekend, and that is why I’ll do this one even if it doesn’t contain the correctly specified add-on (ILY TPW)

Multi-Lingual “I Love You”  - Theme/Prompt Weekend

It wasn’t that you personally had any connections with Spain or the Spanish language, but as you got older and into more advanced grades, you developed a love for the romantic languages, especially Spanish. 

You were also a fast learner, and soon, people began to mistake you for speaking fluently. Yes, you were good at the Spanish language, but you were not fluent. 

You had known of Tom and the rest of the Holland family since you were quite small. Especially when you live on the same street and go to the same schools. But you had never connected with Tom or his younger brothers. Either because of different interests or simply just an age gap. In some way, you followed along in his experiences from the sidelines. 

Then, there was that day. You had been called to the student counselor office, quite randomly and as you entered the office with a light knock on the door, you saw Tom sitting in the office together with the counselor. 

“Tom here is having trouble with his Spanish classes,” the counselor started to explain with his well-known monotone voice. As the counselor explained that he had offered Tom, you as a tutor, your gaze switched between the two males. “Is that okay?” The counselor asked as an end to his explanation. 

“Yeah... Sure!” You nodded, not knowing how else to react, looking over at Tom, who was looking back at you, a thankful smile on his face as he heard your agreement.

Together with the counselor, you decided that every Tuesday, in a free period that you both had, you would sit down and go over the week’s homework and assignments.

The next Tuesday, you sat ready at a table in one of the open areas of the school waiting for Tom. While waiting you started to work on your own Spanish homework. 

“Tea... A..mo?” Someone spoke behind you, surprising you. Turning towards the voice, you saw Tom move away from reading over your shoulder.

“Casi... Almost!” You grinned. “Your pronunciation on the te was wrong. It’s not tea, but te. Most times in Spanish, when the letter t combined with the letter e, the t almost sounds like a hard d.” Tom nodded, listening closely as he sat down at the table. 

“So... how do you say it?” He asked, followed by a hurried, almost nervous: “With the correct pronunciation?” 

“Te amo.”

[nillewritings]

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[nilletellsstories]

Secret Love Song - P. G. One-Shot

Pairings: Pierre Gasly X OC (Lyra) Words: 710+ words Warnings: ... no? A/N: NEW PLAYING FIELD! Before I wrote Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield fanfiction, I wrote about Formula One drivers. I still do. This specific story took less than two hours to write, but I was inspired. Partly by the person in the gif and partly by Little Mix’s song “Secret Love Song Pt. II”

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Taking a deep breath, Lyra looked out on the stage in front of her. She was really doing this. After this, she would be hounded. But she had to. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. It was ruining their relationship. The restrictions that Dr. Marko had put on them were too much and Lyra knew in herself it was the reason for his falling performances in races.

For weeks Lyra had Worked on this cover of Little Mix’s “Secret Love Song” and now she was finally including it in her set. Enough is enough. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder. A smile spread across her lips. He was here. She needed him here. She knew she didn’t have long before she had to go on stage, but knowing that he was here, supporting her and her decision, was the perfect confidence booster that she needs. She quickly threw herself into his arms, kissing him squarely on the lips. “Tell them the truth,” he whispered to her as she pulled away. A smile once again spread on her lips and as the tones to the song began to play, she ran out on stage.

“Now, this next song is something very special to me.” She introduced to the crowd as the start tones kept playing quietly in the background. “I want you all to think of your loved ones especially the ones, you can’t be with.” The crowd screamed as the melody grew and Lyra got ready to sing. “We keep behind closed doors/Every time I see you, I die a little more/Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls/It’ll never be enough…” She began quietly and slowly her voice grew in volume as she continued to sing. The crowd was joining in as she sang. As she sang, Lyra kept her eyes closed, letting her emotions take over.

And then she came to the chorus before the break. As she sung it, she looked up and at stage left, where he was standing with a big smile on his lips. She knew that all she had to do was a small nod and he would join her. “I don’t wanna live love this way/I don’t wanna hide us away/I wonder if it ever will change/I’m living for that day/Someday…” As she sang the following slow chorus, she did the nod and held out her hand to stage left and as magic, when she got the “I’m yours” part, he entered the stage as she turned to him, pointing at him. As the high note came they caught each other’s hand, squeezing it. It was then as the song continued that tears began to stream down her face. They had done it. She couldn’t hear the crowd that was going wild and screaming on top of their lungs. The only thing in her world was him. Pierre. Standing right there with her. Holding her hand. Defying strict orders from his own boss. So he could control his life the way that he wanted to and not after what Dr. Marko wanted and thought was best for ‘his boy’. Lyra kept singing, hitting high note after high note. As the song ended and the crowd was going wild, Lyra found herself with his lips on hers. She sank the hand with the microphone and let herself go in the kiss, whispering “I love you” to him as they pulled gently apart.

Then, she turned to the crowd, who still were out of control. “Everyone. This is my boyfriend. We have been together for three years now, but have not been able to tell anyone as we had to hide on the prompt of his boss, Dr. Marko. Now. Well, now, we have had enough of him controlling our life. Let this be a lesson to you all. DO NOT let ANYONE control YOU or YOUR decisions! We let that happen to us and we have both suffered from it. Hard.” She took a breath as Pierre kept holding her hand, squeezing it ever so often. “Now. This was the last song of the evening. I want to thank you all for letting me open up about this and you all taking so well to us. It means a lot to the both of us. Thank you so much.”

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