Tom Holland ➳ Imagines & Headcanons

4. Toothpaste

Enemies to lovers AU

Pairings: college!tom x reader

Synopsis: Ever since he saw you, he knew you were special. Unfortunately for him, you hated his guts.

Word count: A solid 4.8k

Author's note: Woah, this is the longest I've ever written. This is @notimeforthemesseger for 's Writing Challenge. The due date was a while ago, but I suck at handling things in time. I haven't written for a long while since I had a writing hiatus during summer vacation.

Warnings: Mentions of death and sex, a little anxiety, angst, tough parents & fluff. 

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Already from the start, Tom knew you were different. Not bad different, but different. Different by how you reacted to his charming words. You weren't tricked. From the moment you stepped into the classroom, he knew it. You didn't bother to socialize with your new classmates at the beginning. You didn't even put your eyes on him. It was a new experience for Tom.

He was always in the spotlight. Everyone knew who he was. He was handsome and charismatic. Something about him made everyone drawn towards him. Everyone except you.

At the first glance, you knew the brown haired guy was trouble. Not bad trouble, but trouble. The way he stood confidently did not resemble any big dick energy. Nope, it was cockiness. And you were done with any overconfident guys. He was attractive, you could admit that, but you didn't want to get close to the guy.

You noticed the small things. Like how he moved his hands while speaking to show his points. How everyone in the room was dragged to his "warm" aura. But you were always attracted to do the opposite of everyone else. So you went straight up to an empty seat and pulled up your books. Not even a new glance was set in his direction.

Through the lecture, he kept trying to steal your attention. Easily said, Tom had never tried so hard to get someone's attention. He tried to speak to you, but you didn't respond at all. For him, it seemed like you were ignoring him. And it made him want to catch your attention even more.

You were too focused on the lecture to even realize someone was trying to get your attention. This was important to you. And you would never let anyone distract you from achieving your dreams to become a writer. So you had learned the art of focus. Ignore distractions and pay attention to what was important to you. At that time, Tom Holland was not important enough to have your attention.

Tom shrugged in defeat. He just couldn't get your attention. Some would say that the situation was a lot like the "boy wants girls attention by dragging her hair". It was different for Tom. He had never tried so hard to catch a girl's attention with no progress. But it certainly did make him curious about what your deal was. And he was determined to find out.

"Who the fuck is knocking on our door?" Charlotte asked while laying in her bed.

At first, you had decided to not open and wait until the person outside stopped knocking. But the plan failed since the knocking escalated quickly into loud bangs on the door. Tiredly, you got up from your bed in the direction of the door. You grabbed the umbrella nearest you to use as a weapon as you slowly unlocked the door. You were surprised to see the sight of the one and only Tom Holland.

"What are you doing?" you asked annoyed. Tom Holland was the last person you wanted to see at the moment. Not only because he annoyed the shit out of you all the time, but you were currently dressed in only your spider-man pyjamas while holding an umbrella.