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

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Okay guys, umm.. I'm kinda scared.
Yesterday, when I updated, it IMMEDIATELY got like 9+ reads, like, not even 2 seconds after updating.
You guys are INSANE, and honestly, you need a hobby. I don't think it's very healthy to love this story THAT much.
But I appreciate it, with all my heart. Even if you don't love me, at least you love my story/stories.

Quick question though:
I can't decide whether I want the reader to get with Daniel R. or Tom Holland..
I originally planned for the reader to get with Daniel, as you can tell by the ending of on one of the earlier chapters, but I've recently been into Holland A LOT so..
that's where you guys come in.
Comment if you want
Radcliffe (the og bf)
or Holland (the new babe)

ONTO THE UPDATE, which plenty of you have been screaming in the last comment section for, even though I just updated yesterday..?
Like I said, HOBBIES.
GET THEM.

I opened the little diner's door, a cute little ding came from the little bell on the top of it.
It was a cute little 50's style diner, colorful juke boxes playing Elvis Presley, the waiters and waitresses served on rollerblades.
The floor was patterned with the original black and white checkers, the tables all being black marble tops with red booths on either side of it.

It is the definition of adorable.

Well, the diner's cute too, I guess.

Benedict sat in the far corner booth, laughing away with someone who sat across from him.
His short brown hair being played with and shaken often, a habit that a lot of people have.

As Ben took a sip of his coke, an original glass bottle with a white and red striped straw poking out of the open top, he saw me, instantly smiling and waving for me to come over.

The person sitting across from him turned around in curiosity, giving me a better look at him.
He had light brown eyes, swirls of hazel in the center. As they landed on me, his smile grew wide and he waved for me to come over as well.

Tom Holland.

I was wearing a white crop top with AC⚡DC written in light pink.
I had light blue ripped high-waisted skinny jeans with Adidas pink SuperStars.
A pink bomber jacket was tied around my waist loosely.
I had my hair down and curled, strands bounced with ever step I took.

(If you have glasses like me, you're wearing contacts today. PSA to all you good sighted people, you 👏 are 👏 fucking 👏 privileged 👏 sis.)

I smiled at both of them, quickly making my way over to their table. As I walked, a waiter on roller-skates with a big tray of food nearly ran over me, causing me to jump backwards and out of harm's way.

What I didn't know, was that me jumping back caused me to fall into the booth that Tom sat in, me basically landing on his lap, sitting sideways.

I shrieked, not realizing where I had fallen until I heard someone quietly clear their throat in my ear.
I snapped my head towards the sound, finding Tom's face inches from mine.
His cheeks were tinted pink, his bottom lip between his teeth tightly.

I jumped up, dusting myself off a little as I glanced at Benedict, who was covering his face as he laughed silently.

"Ahem.. I'm-I am so sorry about that. Roller-skates are a real hazard sometimes.." I tried to joke, twisting a curl around my finger nervously.
Tom nodded, chuckling softly as he scooted over in the booth, patting it for me to sit down.

I obliged reluctantly, sitting down slowly. I kicked Benedict's shin, causing him to glare at me with his teary eyes. He continued to laugh, clutching his sides now.

I rolled my eyes, hiding my probably tomato-red face in the huge menu that Tom handed me.
I elbowed him as well, because he started getting the giggles too.

"I'm surrounded by idiots." I mumbled teasingly, causing Tom's giggles to turn into wheezes, his pretty eyes clamped shut tightly as he put his head down on the smooth table.

"Seriously, i-di-ots."