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desperatepenguin722 · 7 years

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Late Nights (Part One)

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Request: “I love Oak so much so can I request some Oak x reader. Also if its not a bother can it be really fluffy?”

Warning: Anxiety, Brief description of an anxiety attack

A/N: So this is my first Oak fic and I hope y’all like it. Also, it’s not mentioned but in this the reader is an ensemble member. Enjoy!

You rolled over, groaning in frustration. With a sigh, you fumbled around next to you on the bed for your phone, clicking the home button. You squinted at the sudden flash of light, reading the time.

2:46am

Your heart sped up even more, an invisible weight pushing down harder on your chest. Telling yourself to breath, you sat up, hugging your knees to your chest, clenching your sweaty fists. Your head was a hurricane of thoughts and scenarios, most of them irrational. All of them more vivid than the last. None of your usual tricks were working tonight, not counting backwards, not listening to music, not reading, nothing. You needed a distraction- and fast.

You hoped something dramatic was happening on Twitter as you unlocked your phone and tapped the small blue bird. Your usual homepage of tweets from other members of the cast and ensemble, Lin’s usual goodnight text from a couple of hours ago one of the most recent. You refreshed the page, hoping, praying, soemone was up and posting. Your prayers had been answered it seemed, as a new tweet loaded in.

The Incredible Oak @OakSmash - 2:49

I can’t decide who would’ve used the “Cash Me Ousside How Bout Dat?” meme more, Hamilton or Jefferson? #TheElectionOfMemeteinHundred

You chuckled, despite the paralyzing fear creeping through your chest and up your throat, strangling out the end of your short laugh. You try to swallow past in, typing a subtweet with shakey hands.

@OakSmash Obviously the answer is Hercules. Catch up Oak.

Not even a full minute later, your phone buzzed with not a subtweet, but a new text.

From- ArtichOAK: Okay fair point, but why in God’s name are you up this late? Or early I should say.

You bit your lip, unsure of how to answer. Sure, you’d been friends with Oak for a couple of months now, but telling people about your anxiety was never a fun process. The only cast memeber that knew was Lin, and that only came about when you’d had an attack during your first night of rehearsals. Lin was so undestanding, dismissing all fears that he’d kick you out of the show for it. You’d also sworn him to secrecy. Nobody else needed to know.

To- ArtichOAK: I could ask you the same thing, Mr.Meme King.

From- ArtichOAK: Ah, mystery girl eh? Well I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent guesser. I once solved a case in a Nancy Drew book, 30 pages before it ended.

Some of the strangling fear dissapated as you let out a small laugh, quickly typing your response.

To- ArtichOAK: Oh my gosh wow, looks like I won’t be able to hide anything from you. I should just expose all my secrets now!

From- ArtichOAK: Oh, please do. But another time, don’t think I didn’t notice you avoided the question (Y/N).

Dammit. Your bottom lip was getting more swollen by the minute as you nervously chewed. You’d learned to avoid questions pretty well, switching topics as quick as the cast had to change between numbers. But Oak, you had learned, was different. Unlike others, he took careful notice of when you swayed the subject or were trying to hide something. The thought of him paying such careful attention to you, you being under his hypnotizing gaze caused a hot blush to spread across your cheeks. Shaking yourself out of these thoughts, you decided to take a leap of courage and tell him the truth. He’d find out anyway.

To- ArtichOAK: Fine. I have an anxiety disorder and get really bad attacks sometimes. They usually keep me up most of the night.

As soon as you hit ‘send’, a new wave of geniune fear took hold.

He’s going to laugh at you.

He’ll think you’re a freak.

He’s not going to believe you.

Say goodbye to any chance with him, ever. No one wants the broken one.

Your heart jackhammered in your chest, trying to break free. A minute passed. Two minutes. Three minutes.

You locked your phone and placed it facedown next to you, heart sinking. Of course he’d leave. Who’d want to have to deal with that? You didn’t even want to deal with it. Crushing thoughts and feeling of rejection pounded you, making your hands shake even worse than before. So much for your distraction.

Just then, your laptop which sat at the end of your bed starting pinging with the sound of an incoming Skype call.

Curious, you broke from your ball of shame and crawled over to it, picking it up and clicking on your bed-side lamp. You quickly opened it, eyes widening.

Incoming Video Call From Oak

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