Do You Think I'm Okay? t.f. x reader

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wE HIT 7K, IM ACTUALLY SQUEAK-SQUAWKING.
Imagine the dinosaurs from the Jurassic Park/World series, that's what I sound like.

This is like, the last book I've published but it's the most "famous" one¿?
It even beats my Dan Howell Smuts & Imagines book.
How the fuck?

Anyways, tHANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH. 7 FUCKING K, HOOOWWW THE HELL.
MY BOOK EVEN ISN'T THAT GOOD, WHY DO YOU GUYS LOVE IT SO MUCH?¿ 😩

And yes, I've been reading the comments. Every single one, actually.
And yes, I WILL be adding a few more characters to the plot before I finish, but all the ones that I've seen recommended AREN'T the ones I'm going to add.

So sorry to those people who recommended:
Tom Holland
Chris Hemsworth
The person who plays Eggsy in Kingsman, I forgot his name and I'm too lazy to check
& the IT cast.

I won't be adding any of those cool peeps, I'm sorry :,(

But I will be adding a very special and very strange character very soon. Well, I mean, I guess you could also call him a very high functioning sociopath. ;)

(Props to all of those who can already guess who I'm gonna add)

ANYWAYS, onto the update you guys have been yet again sCREECHING AT ME FOR.
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"So, how are you today, Miss L/N." Tom playfully winked at me, flashing me a smile that could blind me. I felt my knees shake, my body going weak at his beauty. I blushed, pulling a messy strand of hair behind my ear nervously. "Better now that I have company, thank you." I smiled back, turning to William who had went back to his dusting, humming a random show tune that he had heard on the radio back in the day, most likely while at war.

"William dear, will you please get me a glass of iced tea. And, anything for you, Tom?" I turned my head back to Tom, seeing his eyes studying me. He snapped out of his daze, smiling once again. "Umm.. Iced tea for me too, please and thank you." I nodded, turning back to William who had already moved to getting us our drinks.

I turned on my heel, walking over to the couch, running a hand over the back of it, absent minded. It was soft to the touch, very comfortable. The dark grey color of it was very pleasing and aesthetic to look at.

I walked around the table, grabbing my script. I turned back to Tom who had been studying my movements once again, slowly walking towards me in a slight trance.

I grinned, flipping the pages until I found the right one. "Shall we begin?"
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Our chests rose and fell shakily, our breathing irregular. We just got through a very heated fight scene, one more thing that brought the characters closer as best friends.

Our shoulders touched as we both breathed in, our sprawled forms on the couch lay in a messy, sweaty fashion.

His dark blue dress shirt was wrinkled and had 3 unbuttoned buttons at the top, revealing the top of his chest muscles. The bottom of the shirt was pulled out of his jeans, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked as if someone had been trying to get him out of his shirt.

His neatly slicked back hair was now fluffed up, a few black strands dangled over his face.
A few sweat drops and fake tears cascaded down the sides of his face, his naturally light blue eyes now matched the deep color of his shirt in fake rage, sadness, and passion.

He honestly couldn't look sexier.

Me, on the other hand, probably looked like a mess, but I didn't have a mirror around so I couldn't be sure.
During the fight scene, I had taken down my hair so I could grip it or shake it when needed.
My shirt had also been untucked, coming above my belly button. I had pushed up my sleeves as well, and had kicked off my heels.
I could feel how hot my cheeks were as cold sweat slid down them, cooling them.

But I also could feel my foundation and concealer come off a little with the hot tears that had washed my makeup away like a faucet. Thank God I wore water proof mascara..

As if on cue, Tom and I looked at each other, still breathing like we had ran a marathon..
or had sex 3 times, either one.

We both cracked smiles, giggling in a contagious fit together. We both sighed sweetly, looking back at each other.
He smiled as his eyes swirled with new love, like I was already his favorite person to be around.
And in all honesty,

I could tell my eyes were the same.