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

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Umm so.. 12K.
12K.
Guys- I.. I can't.
It feels so unreal just to even type it out, let alone think it.
We JUST hit 11K, HOW THE FUCK?
You guys, I swear..
all your love and support is gonna drown me in happiness.
Shoutout to deathlywrite , they're my new wifey I swear to god-
Also, imma be doing shoutouts in each chapter now, so if you want one, just comment something. 💘
Anyways, on with the heartbreak?

"Y/N! I've been gone on vacation for a month, you have. to spill. the DETAILS!" Emma screeched as she shoved another spoonful of Oreo ice cream into her mouth.
I chuckled as I ate some rocky road ice cream, leaning against the arm of the couch, opposite of her.

"Okay, okay. So.. we were at the premiere-"
"Mhm."
"-And.. we had just left, very obviously about to go fuck, thanks to him-"
"Yup."
"-So.. I opened the door, and he shoved me in, closing the door and basically slamming me against it."
I dramatically told the story for her, almost busting out laughing as I saw her eyes widen, taking another bite of her ice cream as she listening intently.

I took another bite of mine before continuing.
"We started making out, and then I pushed him away, winking at him as I ran upstairs, getting some sexy music on while I put on some lingerie."
"Ooo, what pair?"
I pulled up my mustard yellow crop top, revealing the bra. Then I pulled down my matching shorts slightly to reveal the matching underwear.
"Oh my god, that's soo CUTE!" She shrieked with her mouth slightly full.
I giggled as I took another bite.

"Okay, okay.. So he came upstairs, basically running, and when he opened the door, he said, 'how are you so sexy?'" I imitated him with my best deep British voice.
Emma laughed, almost choking on her ice cream at the horrible accent.
"And I was like 'I dunno' and then he basically just attacked me. One thing led to another and we.. we.." I trailed off.

Emma's eyebrows furrowed and she swallowed what she had in her mouth before asking worriedly, "Y/N? You okay, babe?"
I snapped back to reality,

(OH, THERE GOES GRAVITY.
OH, HE'S SO MAD BUT HE-
Sorry, I had to.)

looking up at her before waving my hand, dismissing her worry.
"Sorry, got lost in thought, I guess." I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Anyways, like I was saying.. One thing led to another, and we had sex. I don't think I need to have the 'birds and bees' talk with you."
As Emma laughed, I raised my spoon to my mouth, but as I looked down at it, my mouth filled with a sour taste. My stomach twisted, making me feel like I was going to throw up.

And I did.

I covered my mouth as I sprinted to the bathroom, completely dropping the wretched ice cream.
Emma ran after me, calling after me, but I ignored her, trying to keep my stomach acid inside of my body for as long as I could.
Once I reached the bathroom, I quickly dropped to my knees, throwing up everything I had inside of me into the toilet.

Once Emma made it to the bathroom, she hummed in pity, dropping down beside me and pulling my hair out of my face, rubbing my back comfortingly. God, I felt like I was drunk and this was some cliche chick-flick.
Emma was too good of a best friend, her type only came in the movies.
"That's it.. shh, let it all out. That'a girl, shh, it's okay. Just get it all out."

Once I was finished, I laid my head on my arms, feeling drained from that whole ordeal.
"I'm sorry, just.. the ice cream, it suddenly made me feel so fucking sick. I don't know why. One minute, I was scarfing it down, the next, it was making my insides implode."
"It's fine. I get it. It happens, yah know? Maybe you're sick, do you think you could've caught something recently? Or maybe-"

Silence.

I brought my head up, wiping my mouth on my shirt as I turned to look at Emma, my eyebrows furrowed.
"Or maybe what?"
She swallowed slowly, like it was difficult for her. Her eyes were staring holes into my bathroom carpet, avoiding mine completely.
But finally, she did look into my eyes, but the emotions that flooded them made my stomach twist even worse than it just did.

"Y/N.."
I could feel my palms sweating as I reached up and took one of her hands in mine. My eyes were searching hers, hoping to find some positivity in them.
"Yes, Emma?"
"I think..-"

"I think you need to take a pregnancy test."

The end?