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

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EVERYONE WAS FREAKING OUT IN THE COMMENT SECTION OF THE LAST CHAPTER.

It was honestly really funny. Everyone was like
"woOOOAHH THERE, TOM."
And in all honesty, I was too.

But it's apart of the story and the meaning behind the story, so gET USED TO IT.

Love you all ;)
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My eyes fluttered open, immediately stinging as bright sunlight peered through the curtains in front of me. I groaned as I shifted uncomfortably, realizing I had fallen asleep on the fucking couch.

My heart jumped a little as I shifted, feeling two arms wrapped around my waist firmly. I heard and felt light, warm breaths hit the back of my neck too, causing the hairs on my body to stick up.

I squeezed my eyes shut, racking my brain for any memory of the things that happened the day before. I opened them cautiously, slowly looking down. I gasped quietly as I saw a blanket covering me..
and the person next to me.

I turned to look behind me, seeing a peacefully sleeping Tom Hiddleston. I groaned and slapped myself in my mind, furrowing my eyebrows as I tried to sit up slowly without waking Tom.

But as I sat up, the covers fell down my body, revealing my naked form. I quickly pulled the sheet over my chest, looking around frantically for something to cover me.
I saw a soft pastel pink fur robe gracefully hanging on the coat rack across the room from me.

I braced myself, yelling encouraging thoughts in my mind as I slid gracefully out of Tom's arms, sprinting across the room, still naked as I grabbed the fur coat, putting it on at light speed.

I let out a soft sigh, thankful that no one was around to see that. I grimaced as I thought about if someone did see that, cringey images flashing in my brain. I shook my head, clearing the awkward scenarios before they could haunt me any longer.

I walked into the kitchen, quickly tying the robe and pulling my hair up into a messy bun. I saw a yellow sticky note hanging on the refrigerator door, so I slowly walked towards it, peeling it satisfyingly off the fridge.

(All you oddly-satisfying freaks out there will understand what I mean. Peeling off a sticky note is literally orgasm inducing.)

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, adjusting them to the bright natural light that shined from the kitchen window.

Miss Y/N,
I came home last night to drop off some groceries, then left again to save you from any embarrassment.

You can thank me later.

I stayed at an old friend's house, so please don't worry about me.

I'll be home around 3-4 pm.

Inside the fridge, I left you some chocolate layered cake and a caramel frap from Starbucks.

Headache and stomachache medicine has been left on the counter, just in case you start to feel unwell while I'm out of the house.

All the love in the world, xox
-W

I smiled at the note, hugging it to my chest for a few seconds. William was too good to me, honestly. Sometimes I wonder to myself, 'where would I be without him?'
And the answer is, I'd be a literal mess.

I blinked, coming back to reality. I folded up the note carefully, placing it into the coat pocket. I opened the fridge, getting out the cake slice and caramel frap, my mouth instantly watering at the beautiful food.

(Food is more beautiful than I will ever be.)

I ate in silence, patiently waiting for Tom to wake up. And when he finally awoke, he startled me with a loud yawn. I looked up from my plate, seeing him sat up and stretching, his muscles flexing.

I giggled as I watched him come to the same realization I did, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing pink. I just continued to wait, sipping from my frap like it was my life support.
And in all seriousness, it kinda is.

He turned his head towards the kitchen, seeing me take a bite of cake. He smiled, getting up with the blanket wrapped around his waist like a towel.

"How are you this morning?" He asked, slowly inching towards his clothes that were sprawled on the floor. "I'm fine. A little tired still, but fine. How about you?" I answered, looking up at him as I took another bite.

"I'm.. I'm okay." He mumbled as he reached down for his jacket, pulling something out and standing back up straight, his back facing me.

"What's wrong, Tom? Is everything okay?" My eyebrows furrowed in worry as I chewed on my bottom lip anxiously.

"No, nothing's okay Y/N." He hissed my name like it was a curse as he turned around, holding a glock 19 in his right hand.

My eyes widened and my heart started to race. I stood up so quickly that I pushed my chair backwards, causing it to crash on the floor.
Tears flooded my eyes as I put my hands up shakily.
"Tom.. Tom, why?" I cried out.

"I can't have anyone knowing we did this, Y/N. It'll ruin my reputation. Having a one night stand with an actress I just met. I'm sorry, and I truly love you, but.."
He choked on his words as he aimed the gun at my head, his pointer finger wrapped around the trigger, pulling it back slowly.

Then.. bang.

(HAPPY LATE APRIL FOOLS. DID I GET YOU GUYS? LEAVE YOUR ANSWERS IN THE COMMENTS.

Tom would never do that, he's too fuckin sweet. He cries when one of his fans starts to cry, how the fuck would he have the guts to pull a gun on his new friend?

I'm sorry if I truly scared you guys, I just had this idea for an April Fools thing and I wanted to try it. 😂

PLEASE DON'T HATE ME, I LOVE YOU.)

"I'm doing well, thank you." He replied sweetly, his smile growing as he got up, the blanket wrapped around his waist like a towel.

"Good." I grinned, sliding a piece of cake across the table, nodding for him to sit down. He obliged, and quickly walked over, sitting down.

We continued to eat in comfortable silence, him even taking some sips from my frap, which I would jokingly glare at him for.
That's until, he broke the silence..

"We aren't gonna tell anyone about this happening, right?"

"Never."