#I unfortunately look pretty much the same as normal except with a women's sweatshirt on

[mousegirl-cheerleader]

Got a date later, tryin to look more feminine

She/her have a nice day

[serkewen12]

Rough Day

I wrote this last night for my lovely @imagineham. Steph I love you and I'm sorry you had a bad day on your way home. You said you wished there was a fic where Oak and Daveed comforted the reader after a hard day... well I tried my best to give that to you. ❤❤❤❤❤❤ Pairing: Oak x Daveed x Reader Warning: None, except for I have like zero experience writing poly so I tried my best ❤ Today had been a wreck. Everything seemed to be going as planned when you headed to work. You woke up slightly before your alarm, your hair had actually behaved this morning, and you actually were going to have time to hit your favorite coffee shop on the way. You quietly peeked in your bedroom before leaving, both Oak and Daveed were still fast asleep. They had one more day of an eight show week so you decided against waking them up to say goodbye. Now you were sitting in a packed subway on the verge of tears. You couldn't help but wonder how today had gone so badly. Half way through the day the nagging feeling of anxiety was inching into your head and you had tried your absolute best to not let it ruin your day. Things did not go as you planned and here you sat drained and wanting nothing more that to throw on one of Daveed’s Oaklandish hoodies and hide away. Everything had been fine until you overheard the office gossip, Felicia, bragging about how she had gotten to meet the Hamilton cast after the show last night. All the girls had gathered around her soaking in her stories about how nice they had all been and how cute they all were. You rolled your eyes at their antics, these women had no idea stage door existed and happened every night, it was nothing special. Felicia had her phone out and was showing off her selfies, you stopped in your tracked when she mentioned Oak and Daveed. More like mentioned everything she would love to do to them. You stormed away gripping the files in your hands tightly before slamming them onto your desk. While you were lecturing yourself about how being jealous was ridiculous because you got to go home to them every night, your boss decided to assign you a large project to do over the weekend. The weekend that you had planned to spend with the guys because they finally had two days off at the same time. You had spent twenty minutes texting Pippa to vent, not wanting to upset the guys. You would tell them in person tonight that your plans would have to change. You softly brushed a stray tear off your cheek and tried to ignore all the people around you and focus on getting home. The passengers seemed louder than normal this evening, but that might have been because you were feeling so anxious. You looked around a bit when the train stopped at one of the stations and an older man shoved his way through everyone and stood right in front of you. He angrily typed away on his phone muttering under his breath. It didn't take long for him to engage in a yelling match with someone over the phone. “Wonderful,” you muttered as you put in your earbuds, “who the hell uses speakerphone on a subway?” Within a few minutes you looked up again and saw the man was staring at you and looked like he was talking to you. “I'm sorry, what?” You asked as you pulled one of your earbuds out. “I said it's inconsiderate to not offer to let someone who is elderly sit down,” he snapped. “I'd say it's pretty inconsiderate for you to shove your way through the crowd, argue with someone on speaker, and then demand to be given a seat,” you countered. As much as your voice sounded confident in your retort, you in truth felt incredibly uncomfortable. Confrontation with strangers made your already frazzled emotions teeter on the verge of breaking. You silently hoped the man would just go away, unfortunately for you he continued to stare you down and made snide comments about ‘young people’ that you attempted to drown out with an audio book. “Almost home, almost there, just two more stops,” you thought trying to take a few deep breaths. The old man had given up his ranting at you and moved on to another unfortunate victim who eventually relented and let him sit down. When you looked over he was still glaring at you, it made your skin crawl. When the train finally reached your stop you jumped up and ran out of the car, up the stairs, and the short distance it took to reach your apartment. When you entered your apartment you slowly closed the door and leaned on it for a moment running your hand down your face. You made a beeline for the dryer pulling out one of Daveed’s sweatshirts and ran into your room, paying no attention to anything else. Slowly you stripped out of your work clothes and stretching before putting on a pair of shorts and the sweatshirt Pulling back the covers you crept into bed and pulled the blanket almost over your head. Now in the comfort of home you let your emotions flow freely. A stream of tears steady flowed and you wished you weren't home alone. “Baby?” A deep voice came through the slightly open bedroom door. Startle you sat straight up with wide eyes. Daveed was peering in with a wide smile that immediately turned into a look of concern when he saw the tears on your face. “(Y/N)? Baby what's wrong?” He had closed the gap between you and wiped the tears off your face. “What are you doing here D? You have two shows today… you should be at the theater,” you rambled. “Took the day off, Pippa told us you were having a rough day and were upset about our weekend getting ruined,” he said, “Hey Oak get in here!” Quick footsteps came down the hall and Oak appeared in the doorway. He took in what he saw and frowning slightly before coming and sitting next to you. He quickly engulfed you in a hug, pulling you tightly to his chest. “What happened? Why are you crying?” “I just… I was starting to feel anxious and then Felicia was talking about you two and I got mad. Then… then Mr. Davis gave me that project and our weekend is ruined…,” you said tears starting to well up again, “Then there was this creep on the subway who was yelling at me and then wouldn't stop staring at me until I got to my stop.” You clung onto Oak’s shirt and he kissed the top of your head and Daveed rubbed your back soothingly. “Shhhh baby it's okay. You're here now and we've got you,” Oak whispered. “That man from the subway is long gone and won't hurt you,” Daveed comforted, “Don't you worry about that bitch Felicia either. You know she is nothing compared to you.” It didn't take long for the tears to stopped flowing and your breathing evened out. Both of them reassured you and made all the problems melt away. You lifted your head off his chest and looked between them and gave a small smile. “I could run you a bath if you want,” Daveed offered. “Can we just lay down and cuddle for a little bit?” “Sure thing,” Oak said as he stretched out onto the bed. You crawled over him onto the middle of the bed and he snaked his arm around your waist from behind. Daveed flopped onto the bed in front of you and flashed you a wide smile. You reached your hand out and grabbed his shirt to pull him flush against you.   “I'm sorry our weekend got ruined,” you mumble against Daveed's chest. “It's no big thing. We here together now and if I recall we did plan to spend the the first day in bed,” Oak chuckled. Daveed hummed in agreement as he settled into a comfortable position and pressed his lips to yours. “I've made a decision… I'm calling in sick tomorrow,” you conclude with a yawn. “That sounds good, I can think of way better things to occupy our time,” Oak teased suggestively. "Love you," you mumble as you drifted off to sleep.