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

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(I'm writing this during a storm, so excuse me if the story gets a little jumbled.
One of my biggest fears is thunder. I'm okay with lightning, but the loud, crackling booms make me flinch.
It's like some sort of abuse. 😂)

(ALSO, WARNING:
This is a cute, fluffy filler chapter because I've been away so long. It's also to help me get out my office fangirling.
If you don't care about funny, fluffiness, then skip this chapter)

"Here you go, Miss Y/N, Mister Daniel." Cherry says, handing us our Starbucks orders and McDonald's breakfasts.

(THE RETURN OF CHERRY. Everyone has been asking where the hell she went.
Well, she's back, bitches.)

"Thank you, Miss Cherry." Daniel says politely. He always called her 'Miss Cherry', even though she has asked him not to and even scolded him a few times over it.

She rolled her eyes, hitting him playfully on the back of the head. He hissed in fake pain, pouting while rubbing the sore spot.

We had a morning routine, now down-pat to perfection. We had been together now for a month and a half.
We worked perfectly in sync, it was a gorgeous relationship that was always complimented and awed at.

Our morning routine went as such:

-wake up
-cuddle and scroll through social medias for 10 minutes
-get up and go downstairs
-cherry, with perfect timing as usual, would come in and give us our coffee and breakfast
-turn on netflix and watch the office for an hour while eating
-fangirl over how fucking cute jim and pam are together
-when finished with breakfast, take turns (or sometimes together *wink wonk*) taking showers
-get dressed, dry hair, etc
-finish one more episode together
-then immediately get out the door and into the car at exactly 8:30am sharp

(Do you guys watch the office? Comment and let me know, because I just started watching it and it's my new favorite thing ever.
Jim is my husband. Deal with it. If you comment, I'll reply and we can fangirl together.
Or DM me, either way.)

It took us a good week or two to perfectly fit together like puzzle pieces,
but once we got in sync, it became the smoothest operation ever.

Daniel basically lives at my place, only going to his house for clothes, utensils, or just to hangout with some friends.

I took a bite out of my sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit, nearly choking when I saw Jim slide the confession note into his back pocket.

I swallowed quickly, nearly choking as I shrieked, "JIM, YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER. GIVE HER THE DAMN NOTE. GIVE. HER. THE. NOTE. IM BEGGING YOU, PLEASE."

(I actually screamed that when I saw him being a sneaky lil bitch with the note.)

I groaned in frustration, throwing my head into my hands. Cherry and Daniel chuckled at me, Daniel rubbing my back soothingly.
"It's okay, baby. They'll get together eventually."

I looked up quickly, glaring at Dan. "EVENTUALLY? EVENTUALLY? I DON'T NEED EVENTUALLY, DANIEL. I. NEED. NOW. N. O. W. NOW. JAM NEEDS TO HAPPEN, RIGHT NOW." I whined like a child, my hands flailing dramatically.

He laughed harder, shoving my sandwich into my face to shut me up. I grumbled as I took a huge bite out of it, tears threatening to fall as Jim and Pam looked through the little memories that were in the teapot.