#otpimagines

A taking B around and doing all of B’s favortie things. (bonus if A is watching B with a loving smile the whole time)

A confessing to C that they love B and now every time A B and C are together C smirks at the two of them like ‘hehe i know something you dont~’

A taking care of B while they are sick

C pushing A and B together in an attempt to make them kiss at every possible opportunity

A being scared of nothing while be is scared of their own shadow 

There is a Christmas dinner coming up at your school, and you decided to make brownies. Your crush decided to do the same though, so you’re gonna have to make them together. You decided to meet at his house on a saturday.

You ring the doorbell and the door almost immediately opens. In the doorframe stands your crush with a big smile on his face. You think it looks adorable on him. A smile appears on your lips as well.

“Come on in!” he says and moves out of the way. You enter the house. You’ve never been here before, but you immediately notice that the whole house smells like your crush. He walks to the kitchen and you follow him.

You notice that he already put all the ingredients on the kitchen counter.

You search up the recipe and lay in in front of you. “Okay so first we’re gonna need to mix the butter with the cake mix.”

The two of you start making the recipe and you occasionaly glance over at him, and he smiles at you while you do it.

After a little while, you finish the cake batter. You slide the tray in the oven as your crush holds it open for you. You set a timer on your phone. “Now we wait,” you say and want to turn around to your crush, but then you feel something cold and a bit wet in your neck. You try to wipe it off, only to find your hands covered in brownie mix. You turn around to your crush and he’s looking at you with an evil smirk.

“You know you just started a war right?” you mention before you stick your hand in the leftover brownie batter and smear it all over your crushes face grinning.

He gasps and smears the mix in your hair.

“That’s not gonna come out easily!” you protest, and then dump a lot on his hair as well.

After a while of smearing you two are laughing, brownie batter is everywhere and the kitchen is a mess.

“I want a shower,” you say and pout.

“Yeah yeah, but we need to clean this up first,” your crush replies, motioning to the mess. You shrug and together you try to clean up as much of the brownie batter as possible.

The kitchen is looking a lot cleaner than it did before, but the both of you are still covered in cake mix.

“Can I shower now?” you ask him. He nods. “You can borrow some fresh clothes from me if you want,” he adds just before you go upstairs. You smile, thank him and head over to the shower.

When you’re done showering, you see that your crush has made a little pile of clothes for you to wear, just outside the bathroom door. You smile at the gesture and put on the sweatshirt and training pants. Of course, they’re way too big, but they smell nice and are really comfortable. You walk downstairs, hugging the soft sweater, and see your crush. He looks up and chuckles at the sight of you swimming in his clothes. “You look adorable,” he blurts out. Immediately after his cheeks become red, at least you think so because most is still covered in brownie batter.

“Thanks,” you reply and your cheeks flush red as well. You sit down on the couch as he walks upstairs to shower as well.

After a little time he comes back down, still drying his hair with a towel. You glance over at him and look away but your attention gets drawn back, because damn he isn’t wearing a shirt. And damn he looks good. Your cheeks become even hotter than they were before. “You look hot,” you mumble, amazed at your own courage.

“Thanks to you as well,” he replies with a smirk. You hide in his sweater as he sits down next to you, still shirtless.

“I think you should keep that sweater, because how else are you gonna go home and it looks better on you than it does on me.” You try to protest, but he shuts you up by placing a finger on your lips. “No complaining, it’s yours.”

“But-“

“I said no complaining!” Your crush now has his whole hand over your mouth.

You still mumble something and he takes his hand off your mouth.

“But you bought the sweater, it’s yours, I can’t just stea-“

You get cut off once again, but this time by a pair of lips. You open your eyes wide but then kiss back. He tastes like brownie batter and it’s honestly amazing.

Characters: Tom Holland, Y/N

Song: Two Moons by toe (yes im serious)

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Had you blinked?

Shit, I think you blinked.

Well, now you’re thinking about now you will have to blink.

You shut your eyes for a moment, refocusing your attention on the piece in front of you. Looking at every paint stroke and thinking of the reasoning behind it.

You begin to move your feet slowly, taking yourself into the next dimly lit room. The only light coming from the small lights above the art-work. You crossed your arms and stopped in front of the first painting.

It’s strokes were rough and uneven. It wasn’t anything in particular, just a bunch of squiggles on a canvas. Although, that’s the brilliant part. It’s not just squiggles on a canvas, it’s so much more than what you see at first glance. It’s-

“Quite boring, isn’t it? Just a bunch of old paintings and slow music.” A voice interrupted behind you, you sighed before turning around.

“No, it’s interesting.” You said, walking a bit forward to the next peice on the wall, him following right behind you.

“I don’t see how,” He paused, taking the place next to you before the painting. “Could you explain it? I would really like to understand.” He says sympathetically.

You turn to him and half smile. Nothing is more pleasing than someone wanting to learn, genuinely.

“Well, this artist,” You say pointing to the painting. “Has just painted lines, yeah?”

“Yes…?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“It’s more than that. What is interesting about it is that you can interpret it the way you’d like. Whatever that would be. You can try to maybe figure out what he was thinking but you won’t unless he told you himself.” You say quietly to him beside you.

You look over to him and his expression is the most bewildered you had ever seen a person’s face look. “Just take it in. Don’t think too hard, just stare at it and tell me what comes to mind.”

He looks for a while, staring intently at the canvas before turning to you. “I mean. To me, all I can see is lines. Maybe..Oh, nevermind.”

“No, say it.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Say it anyway.” You smile at him. He looks to the painting then back to you before chuckling a bit, which was quite charming.

He hesitates. “It’s just lines going in different directions. Maybe... it’s his way of saying... that everything has it’s own path?”.

“That wasn’t stupid,” You see him turn a shade of pink before looking to another painting in the room. “It’s actually what I was thinking..” You admit to him and you could see a smile of assurance tug at the corner of his lips.

“Can I walk with you? I promise I won’t speak that much.”

“I don’t even know you’re name,” You laugh but begin walking with him following behind, walking with you anyway. Which is what you were hoping.

“Oh, I’m-uh. I’m Tom.”

“Y/n,”

You both walk around in silence for a bit, wandering the rooms of paintings. Only speaking if he had a question or wanted to hear your opinion about something.

Tom was no ladies man, which was adorable. It was quite obvious, he spoke in stutters and could barely look you in the eyes when he was speaking. As good as he looks and as smart as he seems to be, there is no need for him to be flirty. Tom does it all on his own.

You noticed he started to understand what you were saying. That art isn’t always one meaning because at one point you both began arguing about what something was suppose to mean.

“It’s obviously about the global devastation!” You silently whisper to him as you stand in front of one of the last paintings in the gallery.

“Its about future devastation, not present.”  Tom argued back.

“Not likely.”

“Very likely!” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just mad because the student has become the teacher.” Tom crossed his arms.

“Oh, come on!” You sighed, rolling your eyes again and looking to the side.

Tom smirked and relaxed his arms to his sides. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Couldn’t be original, could you?” You challenged and went to turn to go in the other direction.

Tom chuckled before grabbing your wrist, spinning you around to face him. Unexpected but you were glad.

“Let me be even more unoriginal and take you out for coffee sometime.” Tom half smiled.

You thought for a moment. “Admit it was present devastation.” You smirked, tilting your head to one side a bit as he looked displeased with your answer.

Tom sighed. “Itwaspresentdevastation.”

“I’m sorry? I don’t think I caught that.” You leaned forward smiling wide, obviously having way too much fun with this.

“You’re killing me, love.” Tom whined, you were taken aback by the nickname but it just made you smile more.

You nicked your head forward a bit, putting your hand to your ear signaling that you were ready to listen to him.

“It was present devastation.” You grinned at him.

Image your otp going on a camping trip for a week.

Person A complaining about how they’re going to have to rough it for a whole week

Person B talking about how a private cabin is not rough at all

You are jogging around the PE field panting. You’re asthmatic, so that doesn’t help either. Your PE teacher told your class to jog five rounds around the field. You notice your breathing is getting worse and you stop running only to fall down on the grass. You close your eyes, wanting to stay like that forever.

Then your crush calls your name. “Are you okay?” he asks worried as he runs up to you.

You slightly tilt up your head and smile. You try to produce a sentence, but your throat is dry and the only thing that comes out is “fine ... asthmatic”. You cough and want to stand up to find some water, but there are spots dancing in front of your eyes from getting up so quickly.

“Hey, you don’t look so fine, let me get you some water.” You smile at him and lay back down again. “Thanks,” you mumble.

He comes back a minute later with a bottle of water and helps you sit up.

“Here, this’ll help.” He hands you the water bottle and you take a big gulp.

“Woah woah woah, be careful there.” He slightly chuckled. “We don’t want you to get a stomach ache now do we.”

You grin and drink the rest of the water, a bit slower this time. “Thank you so much,” you say with a smile on your face. Your cheeks were still red from the running, but the fact that he was so close to you didn’t help.

“Here, let me help you up.” He got a hold of your hands and pulled you to your feet. You weren’t expecting this, stumbled and almost fell down. He quickly held you by your shoulders to prevent you from falling, but this didn’t help and you took him with you to the ground. You both end up falling uncomfortably, half on top of each other.

“Ow,” you say laughing. Your crush has a grin on his face and gets up again as soon as he stopped laughing.

He sticks out both of his hands once again. “This time for real,” he chuckles.

You take his hands and pull yourself up, a smile from cheek to cheek.

Characters: Sam Holland : Y/N

Song: Light the Night by Tracey Chattaway

__________ You take a swig of your paper bag, which really isn’t a paper bag but no one needs to know that. You could feel the frigid wind on your exposed back from this dress. The dress you were so happy about wearing tonight. You were so happy not even an hour ago. Time changes fast.

You had plopped yourself down at the table just outside the school building. You didn’t care that you weren’t suppose to be out here, you just needed to get away from everyone in that room. Your hands entangled themselves in your hair, which was also ruined, and you put your head down, letting a few tears fall from your eyes.

Things were silent for a while. You could hear the little bugs singing their tunes in the woods behind the school, which was kinda relaxing. The moon as the only light source, since the school didn’t want anyone out here they didn’t bother with turning on the lights. You liked it.

You picked your head up and took another sip of your drink of choice.

“Rough night?” A voice spoke behind you. You turned around immediately and made an audible gasp in fright.

“Christ in Hell, dude! Don’t sneak up on people like that!” You squealed, placing a hand over your chest. Like that did anything anyway.

“Sorry,” He said quickly.

You looked at him, up and down, then back to the dark field in front of you. “Yeah, you could say so.”

He hesitated but made his way to the other side of the table, not sitting but staring. You could see his face now, you still didn’t recognize him though you probably should.

“You’re missing a really fun party, they’re playing the cha cha slide, you know.”

You laugh, thankful he was being sarcastic. You motion for him to sit in front of you and he does, like he was already waiting for you to do so. You offer your paper bag out to him, he takes it and sips with ease.

“Where’s your date? I’m sure she is missing you by now.” You say as he hands you back the bag.

“Oh, yeah, shes missing me...while snogging another guy.”  He admits, tapping his fingers on the table. You could see the redness in his eyes like he had been crying.

“I’m sorry,” You say to him sympathetically, he looks down for a moment, looking back up a few seconds later with a smile.

“What about you? You’re not going to go all Carrie on the entire lot, are you?”

“No,” you half smile, letting out a small chuckle. “my date--my ex boyfriend.. just was caught snogging someone else too.”

You both look up at each other for a split second. “Do you think?”

“What are the odds-”

You both laugh for a moment, forgetting what has happened to the both of you. Forgetting the party behind those metal double doors. Forgetting everything but the sound of each other laughing.

“Cheers to being cheated on, I guess.” You hold up the bag with a sad smile, swigging some for yourself before handing it over to him to take one as well.

“I’m Sam,” He says, taking the bottle from his lips and handing it back to you, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his tux. Which infuriates you entirely but you ignore it for now.

“Y/n,”

Sam smiles in the light of the moon and you do too. You quickly get an idea.

“Come with me, hurry!” You beamed, reaching for his hand across the table and dragging him along with you.

You let go of his hand as he got up and just sprinted past the double doors fast to avoid the eyes of anal chaperons that don’t like fun. With the doors behind you, no one in sight but you and Sam you started running, him following close behind. You were thankful you had worn flats and not heels tonight.

“C’mon, hurry! We can’t get caught!” You called behind you, rounding the corner of the school. Sam was right behind you as you reached the ladder to the roof. “Scared of heights?”

“No,”

You smiled and quickly turned around to climb the ladder. It wasn’t very tall but it wasn’t short either. You reached the top within a minute with Sam right behind you.

“You come up here often?” He asked you with a half smile.

“Couple times a week, tops. But only at night, come look.” You take his hand and lead him to the other end of the roof top. You reach the edge and overlook the city below the both of you.

You saw this view often, but Sam hadn’t. You looked over to him, his lips were parted in amazement at the view. It was dark but the lights made it so beautiful.

“I didn’t know it looked this pretty.” He said, still watching over the city. You didn’t respond, you let the sound of nature and the lights speak for you.

Sam looked for a few more moments, letting it all sink in. “We won’t get caught?”

“No cameras up here, you can’t hear our footsteps below in the classrooms because of the music. No one comes up here. We won’t get caught.” You reassured him, looking over to him, and he was already looking at you.

His eyes were still a little red from crying, and probably so were yours. You could see his whole face now in the light of the city. His face was scattered with small freckles, which you thought to be adorable.

You both were just kind of staring at each other for a few moments. Not really sure why, you looked away and back to the lights. “Do you have to go home anytime soon?” You asked him innocently.

“No,” He responded, looking back to the lights now as well. “Why?”

“Cus I kinda don’t wanna be alone right now.” You confessed, leaning your head on his shoulder.