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Kelly from Psych | T.H

Summary: Sometimes destiny looks like walking in on someone in the bathroom at a party you didn’t want to be at and he wasn't invited to.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1,815

Author’s Note: hello! again! everyone was so nice in my last fic that I decided to give it another go. am I a one-hit-wonder? you decide! also, I’ve decided that all my fics exist within the same universe, so it’s just like one long story if that makes any sense anyways this is how you met!

          You picked nervously at the label of your beer bottle, searching the faces in the crowd for your roommate. It’d been an hour since she disappeared and what had started as a drink to pass the time had quickly escalated to two Stella’s and a slight buzz.

In her defense, you should have known better. You’d been reluctant to agree to be her plus one at an old classmate’s going away party—“You remember Kelly! From Psych!”—but after negotiating a quick but long-enough-to-be-polite appearance followed by ice cream at your favorite parlor in the East Village, you’d caved.

You lost her within the first half-hour after she spotted an old flame in the crowd, making empty promises about how she wouldn’t be long.

          “I don’t want him thinking I’m not over him!” she argued, already backing away towards where he was standing with a few friends you recognized from the three dorm-room parties you’d been forced to attend.

          “But you aren’t over him,” you’d countered, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I am,” she said and you didn’t know who she as trying to convince more: her, or you. “Just relax, okay? I’ll be right back.”

That was an hour and a half ago.

You downed the rest of your drink, smiling sheepishly and gesturing at your now empty bottle as you excused yourself from the small gathering of people that had assembled around you. Not that it really mattered, everyone was so engrossed in the conversation—to which you’d contributed so little—that no one so much as glanced your way as you slipped away.

The crowd had thickened into a dense throng of people. A quiet, intimate, friendly get-together you could handle. A full-blown college rager full of people you hardly knew and barely remembered? Less so. As you weaved through the throng of people you felt anxiety creep into your chest making it uncomfortably tight.

No amount of ice cream was worth this. 

You made it to the kitchenette, which was an oversight on your part. It was impossibly full of at least a dozen people grabbing at chips and beer, emptying the scarce selection by the case. You scanned the room over guests’ heads for a few seconds before zeroing in on the perfect escape.

You traded in your empty bottle of beer for a new one and all but sprinted across the small two-bedroom apartment, ducking into the bathroom by the coat closet and shutting the door behind you quickly, not stopping to check whether there was a line. 

The sound of music and small talk dulled, falling away until it was basically white noise and you felt relief wash over you. You closed your eyes and turned to press your back against the door, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

For a brief second, everything was better.

But then you heard someone cleared their throat and you felt your blood turn to ice in your veins—you’d been so preoccupied about finding an escape you’d never stopped to consider that there was someone already inside.

Your eyes flew open and you came face to face with the unfortunate stranger whose privacy you’d completely invaded, your gaze meeting a strangely familiar one.

You felt your mouth fall open.

He gave a little wave, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern. You thought you must look as overwhelmed as I felt. 

          “Uh, hi.” 

Unfortunately, your mouth worked faster than your brain and instead of the string of apologies he probably deserved, you said: “I swear I’m not a fan.”

He blinked, the ghost of a smile dancing on his lips. “Pardon?”

Shit. You swallowed hard and tried again. “I just–I didn’t want you to think that I, like, followed you into the bathroom like some kind of creep or something because I didn’t.”

He raised an eyebrow.

          “I mean I am a fan,” you backtracked helplessly. “Of your work, I mean. I’m more of an Iron Man girl myself, but you’re great, too. I just–I’m not one of those fans–not that there’s anything wrong with those kinds of fans! Except, maybe there is? Because nobody should be following anybody into the bathroom regardless of whether or not they’re Spider-Man, y’know? Which you obviously are.”

          “Obviously,” he agreed and you chose to overlook the fact that he was very clearly making fun of you. 

You don’t know what you expected, but this wasn’t it. His demeanor was surprisingly calm, all things considered. You wondered if maybe this wasn’t the first time this had happened to him, which seemed like a terrible thing to get used to. 

There was a beat of awkward silence where he watched you, openly amused, as you felt around behind you for the doorknob. After what felt like a small eternity, your hands closed around it and you smiled sheepishly.

          “Anyways, I’m just gonna go and find a different hiding place, preferably one where I don’t make a total ass of myself, and uh leave you to it–” you tried to pry the door open but he cut you off before you could manage to slip out.

          “Wait, who are you hiding from?” he asked.

Your fingers fell away from the handle. “Um, everyone?”

He nodded, gesturing lightly around the room before saying, “Well then, if that’s the case you might as well stay. That way we can hide from everyone together. Strength in numbers and all that.”  

You tried not to smile. “Why are you hiding from everyone?”

He pointed loosely to the party that was raging on outside with a half-empty beer bottle you hadn’t realized he'd been holding. “Oh you know, just doing my best to avoid crazy fangirls who follow me into bathrooms and stuff,” he teased. “They seem always find me, though.”

You flushed. “I never said anything about being crazy.”

He feigned innocence, one hand moving over his heart like some kind of celebrity boy scout. “What makes you think I was talking about you?”

Before you could fire back a response, someone knocked on the door and without missing a beat, the two of you replied, “Occupied!”

When you were sure the coast was clear, you gave him a pointed look. 

          “You know, they’re going to think we’re hooking up in here now.”

He laughed, “I’m sorry to have to break it to you, love, but according to the tabloids I’m actually already having a secret love affair with my co-star.”

You gasped playfully. “Which one?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “All of them, I think.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Scandalous.”

You slid down the door to sit on the tile floor, grateful you’d gone with jeans instead of the leather number your roommate had tried to corral you into. For the first time since making your dramatic entrance you realized that for someone trying to stay under the radar, he wasn’t dressed very inconspicuously in a pair of dark pants and a printed button-up.

Then again, maybe that was the perfect camouflage.

          “I’m Tom,” he said, holding his arm out to you across the too-small space.

You took his hand. “Would it be shitty of me to say ‘I know?’”

          “As long as your fine with being impolite.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s very nice to meet you, Tom.”

          “Much better.”

You hugged your knees closer to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. It was evident this wasn’t a bathroom meant to be shared by two people at the same time, the ends of your shoes brushing his with every small movement despite sitting on opposite ends. 

You should have felt cramped and uncomfortable, but instead, you felt strangely at ease.

Which is how you found yourself falling into easy conversation. He was in town for business, just a few weeks of press before heading back home for the holidays. You told him about how you’d negotiated Christmas but sacrificed New Years at work. He told you most of the time he sacrificed both. You did your best to keep from asking about Hollywood and he was surprisingly good-natured about it when you inevitably failed. He asked you about college and the party and your roommate who still wasn’t answering your texts.

          “So tell me,” you started and he leaned forward. At some point during the conversation, he’d slid down from the bathtub’s edge to the floor, his knees now slotted in between yours. You tried to keep the intimacy of it all from distracting you. “How did you end up here? I didn’t peg you as a party crasher.”

He almost looked offended. “I’ll have you know I was invited,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes skeptically. “Really?”

          “Not exactly,” he conceded. “But my mate Harrison has been kind of seeing one of the girls who lives here–or I guess lived here.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “Your friend is dating Kelly from Psych?”

His lips twitched. “Well, I know her as Kelly from Tinder.”

          “Huh,” you said, in a voice right above a whisper. “Small world.”

          “Isn’t it?” he said, his stare latched to yours. “Out of all the girls in New York, Haz swiped right on Kelly and out of all bathrooms in this flat, we both chose this exact one.”

You felt a twinge in your chest but you pushed it down. “Not to take away from this otherwise great moment, but I do think this might be the only bathroom in this apartment.”

He scoffed. “Semantics, love.”

          “Are you saying that us being friends is some kind of destiny?” you countered, narrowing your eyes at him lightly.

The word ‘friends’ hung between you so tangibly you felt like you could pluck it out of the air. You don’t know why you said it, it had just slipped out, but now that it had, there was no taking it back. What else were you supposed to say? This wasn’t exactly a conventional situation.

Besides, it was pretty bold of you to assume that sitting in a bathroom for an hour with someone even constituted a friendship, much less anything more. But something told you it wasn’t supposed to end here and friends felt like a good place to start.

          “I guess I am.”

You straightened up and squared your shoulders, holding your now-empty beer bottle out to him, almost as a challenge.

          “Friends?”

He touched his equally empty bottle to yours, eyes bright. “Friends.”

For a moment you both just stared at each other, the air loaded with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. When you couldn’t stand it anymore, you peaked at your phone screen to check the time.

          “So friend,” you said and he grinned. “Want to get out of here? I know a great ice cream place.”

He pretended to ponder it. “You know friend, I think I might.”

And you did. 

It wasn’t until much later, long after saying good-bye at your subway stop after turning down his offer of paying for a car—“My subway card works just fine thank you very much.” “Right, but does it have leather interiors and seat warmers?”—and after making loose plans to meet again tomorrow for lunch that you finally heard from your roommate. 

It was well past midnight but dessert had put you behind on work and you had spreadsheets to finalize before bed, which is why noticed when your phone lit up with two messages from an unknown number.

Remember no chains tomorrow. You promised the real New York experience!

This is Tom btw

Before you could answer another message came in, this time from your roommate.

did you really leave kelly’s party with tom fucking holland ????

You bit back a smile. 

UNCOMFORTABLE | t.h.

Tom Holland x Fem! Reader

summary: You are working with Tom on a film. This film is more leaned towards older groups, so for one scene you have to walk around in only a bra and panties. You aren't really comfortable with this, but Tom comes to the rescue.

genre: fluff

warnings: stares?

request: yes/NO

a/n: hey guys, gals, and none binary pals! Sorry I've been gone for so long. I was getting the help i needed for my mental state. Hope you enjoy the image :)

You remember when you first read the script. The first thought that came to your mind was, hell. no. Instead of quiting though, you went to the director and asked if they could change up the scene. To which he granted with annoyance.

Originally, there was a sex scene between you and Tom, but you didn't want to do it. It was nothing against Tom or anything. You just were very insecure. Anyone would be if they had to fake doing the deed in front of an audience.

Now all you had to do was be in front of an audience with only a bra and panties. . . You still felt iffy about that, but you didn't want to be fired by the already annoyed director. It was simply for publicity. Older men, and women (they/them), only seemed to want to see young woman naked on screen.

The day finally came when your scene was coming. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You sat in your trailer feeling like you were going to throw up. A knock came upon your door. You took a deep breath and stood up.

When you opened the door you found Tom in front of you. He looked up at you from the steps and smiled.

"You ready." He seemed very enthusiastic, though he always did. Meanwhile you looked almost as if you would pass out right now. Tom took in your appearance.

"A-are you okay? You don't look too well." You slightly smiled at his concern.

"I'm okay, just a-a little nervous." He nodded at you and took your hand to lead you down the steps. The director was waiting for you when you got there. He smiled whilst shaking his hands together.

"You guys ready?" Tom and You nodded. Tom waved at you as he got set up on set. You went by the camera woman and took off your robe. The woman looked at you with a smile, checking you out with her eyes. Which made you very uncomfortable.

"Ready? Action."

You took several breath before swinging your hips and heading towards Tom. The camera was facing your backside, so your face wasn't shown yet. You tried to ignore the stares of all the off set people. You are playing a character. You are playing a character.

Finally, you look up at Tom while your getting closer. He is checking you out and smirking, like the script says. You walked up to him then sit on his lap. Tom takes your face in his hands and kisses you slowly.

The camera to the side of you guys turns on, so you know that they are now on your faces. Tom says his few lines whilst you go in autopilot mode and answer with your lines.

Just as planned, a group of people burst in through the fake door and come towards the pair of you. What wasn't planned was Tom keeping you on his lap. The script said for You to stand up and moved beside him, making sure to show some breast.

Tom wrapped an arm around you. His hands moved to your butt. You became furious, but stayed calm for the camera. He moved his other hand to push your head gentle into his shoulder. After minutes that felt like hours, cut was called. You quickly got up and stormed away.

In your trailer, you thought of all your life decisions. How you got here. A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts. You groaned before opening it up. Before you could close it on Tom's face, he pushed his way into the room.

"What do you want? Come to feel me up again?"

Tom looked at you confused. If you weren't so angry with him, you would think it was cute.

"You know? Feeling me up during the scene!" Again he looked at you confused.

"I wasn't 'feeling you up?" He said. You looked at him like he was stupid. "Oh really?" You retorted. "Then why was your hands all over my backside?"

Tom eyes went wide then he laughed. He laughed! "Darling, i wasn't trying to get handsy. I noticed you were uncomfortable and how everyone was staring at you, so i wanted to help. I thought you would appreciate me covering you up! Sorry if i was wrong."

You looked at him dumbfounded. "I-i'm sorry. I just, well, i thought you were, you know-" Tom shook his head and lightly chuckled again.

"Not your fault. I would probably think the same thing if i was in your situation." You began laughing with him. "Sorry."

You shook your head, "No. It was my fault. Tom your a great guy. I should have known you would never do something like that. Thank you for helping."

He smiled his bright smile. "You're very welcome. See you on set later." You nodded before coming up to him and quickly kissing his cheek.

You looked away from his shock face with a bit of pink on your own cheeks. "S-see you later too." With that you pushed him out of the room.

Your back was against the door as you touched your lips and smiled. Little did you know, on the other side of the door, someone was touching their cheek with a huge smile.

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