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

27

"I hate both of you." I hissed jokingly, drying off my dress with a towel an assistant gave me.

The studio had just started to calm down, everyone panting and sighing after their huge fit of laughter.
I put the towel on the little table beside me where my cup sat, mentally flipping off the devil mug.

(As of writing this, wE HIT 9 FUCKING K ALREADY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK GUYS?!
WE'RE SO CLOSE TO 10K, AASFHKSKSSKKSSK IM SPAZZING THE FUCK OUT.
You guys still have time to let me know if you'd like a 10K Q&A//Get-To-Know-Me thingy.)

After the show was over, I went back stage with the 2 boys, both of them still giggling and teasing me about the water situation.
Every time they would bring it up, I'd just roll my eyes and smile, casually laughing along with them.

Jimmy checked his watch, his eyes immediately widening. "Shoot, I gotta' go. Promised the wife I'd be home for a nice family dinner."
Ben and I nodded in understanding, both of us hugging him goodbye as he dashed off.

Benedict turned to me again, leaning against the wall opposite of me with a small smile. "So, Miss L/N, what other movies are you beaming for?" His eyebrows furrowed slightly, awaiting my answer patiently.

I sighed, crossing my arms and thinking frenziedly about all the new stuff I was excited for in the future.

"Umm.. Mostly Marvel movies that are said to come out next year or the next." I responded.
"Such as?" Ben drawled, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Such as Guardians of the Galaxy volume III, Infinity War part 2, OOH, AND SPIDER MAN 2.
Tom Holland always was a fave." I grinned dreamily, my eyes glossing over with fascination.

"Mmm, I thought you'd be a Hollander." Ben grunted sarcastically, causing me to roll my eyes for the millionth time that night.
"Hey, it's not my fault that most Toms these days are the cutest."

Flashes of images came into my mind:
Hiddleston smiling that wide, contagious smile after making a nerdy Shakespeare joke.

Holland laughing his adorable giggle, dressed in his signature Spider Man suit on set.

My heart drops. Tears flood my eyes.

Felton pushing up his cute black glasses, on edge while watching an epic fight scene.
Felton wiggling his eyebrows, joking seductively after making a bad pick-up line or dirty joke.
Felton strumming his guitar, humming the beautiful tune of
"Turn The Lights Down Low" by Max Schneider.

"Y/N? Y/N; are you okay?" I flinched, being brought back to reality by Ben's soothing voice, his hands on my shoulders, soft but stern.

"I'm fine, th-thank you." I stuttered, looking down as a wave of embarrassment hitting me like a huge white-cap.
I wiped away the stray tears that happened to fall while I was dreaming in that Never-Land of hellish heartbreak.
"Were you, um.. Were you saying something?" I coughed, trying to clear to tension that was thick enough to chop with an axe like oak.

"Yes, I was saying that I was going out to eat with Tom, Holland of course. Tomorrow around 12, 12:30.
I was saying, well, more like asking you if you'd like to join, perhaps? Seeing as you're such a big Underoos fan." He smirked, going back to leaning against the wall.

"Would that be okay? I mean, he probably doesn't even know who I am, and I wouldn't wanna crash your little.. Spider-Strange get-together."
It was my turn to smirk, and for him to roll his eyes.

"I don't think there's a person, much less a MAN out there who doesn't know
The One and Only Y/N L/N."
I blushed, looking down at my shuffling feet, a wide smile stuck on my face.

"Okay, but if he gets annoyed or angry that I'm joining,

I'll be blaming it on you, Mr. Holmes."