#oliver wood x reader drabble

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Aerophobia (fear of flying)

Your fear of flying had kept you off a broom ever since first year, but dating Oliver Wood was bound to fix that. 575 words, fluffy mini story

“Please doll?”

You’d been very adamant about one thing in your time at Hogwarts, and it was that you would not be getting on a broom.

Your first year flying lessons had been a very unfortunate experience, with the amount of falling and bumping into other students you did it was a miracle they even let you finish the class.

And ever since then you’d sworn off getting on one of those cursed cleaning tools.

A relatively easy ban, until you ended up dating Oliver Wood— someone who might actually spend more time on his broom than on his feet.

One thing led to another, and now here you are, with your boyfriend giving you his pretty puppy eyes and a broom hovering next to him.

“I told you-”

“I know,” he says, familiar with your objections, “but your wonderful boyfriend is here and he’s an amazing flyer and he promises to not let you fall off.”

“He’s also talking in third person, which is weird,” you mumble.

Oliver laughs, but he recognizes that you’ve given up.

He holds the broom horizontally and lets you climb on, before climbing on behind you.

He’s reaching around you to hold his hands in front of you so that you’re trapped, his arms acting like the bumper rails you’ve seen at muggle bowling alleys.

“Relax,” he whispers, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“Just go before I change my mind.” You state, gritting your teeth in nervousness.

He lets out another chuckle but kicks off anyway, and you screw your eyes shut as a gust of wind hits you in the face.

The broom stabilizes in the air, and you wait to feel him take off zooming, but he never does.

You cautiously open one eye, squinting around at your surroundings.

You’re hovering about ten feet in the air— not moving.

“Ollie?” You have to speak up to be heard, as you’re too scared of shifting the broom to turn his way.

“Yes love?”

“Why aren’t we moving?”

“Do you want to?”

“I just thought you would.” You risk the small movement of shrugging your shoulders, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks again.

“I’ll move, but you can’t close your eyes, deal?”

“I don’t know…”

He lifts one of his hands off the broom to offer his pinky to you, but you let out a squeal, leaning your back further into his chest.

“Oliver Wood you put your hand back on this broom right now!”

He laughs, “make the deal then.”

You let out a groan, still pushing further into him, and decide that anything is better than falling off the broom.

“Fine. Deal. I’m not moving my hand though.”

He places his hand back on the broom in front of you, at the same time placing a kiss on your cheekbone.

“Good answer.”

You brace for the broom to take off, clutching the handle tighter but keeping your part of the deal up— your eyes stay trained directly in front of you.

Oliver moves one hand further up and the broom gives a small lurch forward.

You hear him laugh at the squeal you let out, but you’re moving much slower and less aggressively than Oliver usually is on his broom, and your fear starts to drain as he continues to gently move the broom forward.

“Look, you can see the courtyard over there,” his voice is calm in your ears, and you excitedly look over.

“I see it! Look! Do you think that’s Fred and George?” You question, pointing to your left at two ant sized figures with red hair.

“Might be.” He hums, trying not to point out your sudden confidence as your hand moves again, pointing at something else.

Five minutes later and you’re back on solid ground, Oliver helping you off the broom with a satisfied grin on his face.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” He teases.

“I guess not,” you concede, popping up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“What’s that for?” He asks, although he’s already got a smug smile on his face.

“For taking such good care of me.”

He grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers and placing a sweet kiss on your knuckles while leading you back to the castle, his other hand holding the broom.

“I’ll always take care of you.”

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Any Time You’re Ready

After another lousy date, Oliver’s parents remind him that love might be closer than he expects.

Oliver Wood x Fem!Reader

1.7k words

Warnings: none, fluff, kissing, embarrassing parents

A/N: Inspired by the Shawn Mendes song “When You’re Ready” because I’m obsessed with “What if my dad is right/When he says that you're the one”

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“Goodnight, Oliver.”

“G’night, Casey.”

The girl stepped into the green flames in the Wood family fireplace, called out her address, and was gone. As soon as the flames resumed their usual orange tint, Oliver turned around and strolled into the kitchen. He found his parents, sharing a slice of cake and sipping tea. Their heads snapped up as he walked in.

“So, what’d you guys think?” Oliver grinned as his parents.

“She seemed nice,” his mom answered with a shrug.

His dad nodded. “Yeah, Cadie seems like a nice girl.”

Oliver’s face fell. “Casey, Dad. Her name’s Casey.”

“Right, right.” His dad took a sip of tea, clearly not embarrassed by his mistake. “But what about-”

“Dad, stop,” Oliver groaned. He already knew what his dad was going to say; he said it every time Oliver showed interest in a new girl.

You and Oliver grew up next door to each other and had been best friends from the time you could walk. Going to Hogwarts only brought you closer together, with all the time you spent together both in and out of the classroom, practically attached at the hip. And both of your parents had been convinced for years that the two of you belonged together.

Oliver’s dad held up his hands in defense. “’m just saying, son. I don’t know why you bother going out with these other girls. You’ve already got a great girl right next door. You’ve been friends since you were born. And everyone knows a friendship like that is the foundation of a solid relationship. Just look at me and your mother.”

“Dad,” Oliver said slowly. “You asked Mum out on your very first day at Hogwarts.”

“Yeah, and we were friends for the whole trip on the Hogwarts Express before that. Good foundation, like I said.”

“Right.” Oliver grabbed a tin of biscuits from the counter. “Well, ’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.” He waved at his parents and headed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.

He should have been more surprised to find you lying on his bed, reading a book.

“How was your date?” you asked casually, eyes still on your book as he closed the door behind him.

“Fine,” he answered, crossing the room to close the window you had climbed through. He lied down next to you and opened the tin.

You took a cookie and shoved it in your mouth. “What do we think? Potential girlfriend?”

Oliver shrugged, helping himself to a cookie. “Probably not,” he admitted.

“It’s just as well,” you said, closing your book and tossing it on his nightstand. “She’s a bit of a dolt, if you ask me.”

A snort flew out of Oliver’s nose. “I don’t remember asking you.”

You elbowed him. “Well, you should’ve. I could’ve saved you a night of ‘Oh Oliver, you’re soooo funny, let me grab your muscles.’” You let out a fake high-pitched giggle and squeezed Oliver’s arm.

He warmed at your touch. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he had finally admitted it to himself when he was fourteen: Oliver Wood was in love with you. So for the last two years, he tried to act normal, like he wasn’t thinking about you every second of the day, like you were just his best friend and nothing else.

But laying on his bed with you right next to him made it really hard to pretend.

“You’re so mean,” he laughed, trying to sound even. “Casey’s a nice girl.”

“Yeah, but she’s not right for you.” You wrinkled your nose.

Oliver turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, facing you. “Oh, and you know what’s right for me?” he challenged.

You mirrored his pose, your nose close to his. “Of course I do. That’s what best friends are for.”

He felt a little tug on his stomach at the word friends. “Yeah, sure,” he scoffed, trying to play off the sting he’d felt every time you called him your friend over the last two years. “What about you? Any dates so far this summer?”

“A couple,” you admitted. “Nothing worth mentioning.” You flipped back onto your back, gazing at Oliver’s ceiling. “Why do we have so much trouble dating?”

Oliver stared at your profile, admiring the shape of your adorable nose and your perfect lips. “What d’you mean?”

“Well,” you sighed, “think about it. We’re both very good-looking, popular enough, definitely not idiots. Yet neither of us can get more than a couple dates out of a person. What gives?”

“Mmm.” Oliver thought a moment. He knew why none of his dates panned out, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why you, the most beautiful and perfect girl he knew, didn’t have a boyfriend.

Not that he minded.

“It’s not like I don’t have theories,” you continued, ignoring Oliver’s non-response. “Personally, I think you’re just too good for any of the girls at school.” Oliver felt his cheeks go warm again. “As for me, I’m going to go ahead and blame you.” You turned your head and smiled at your best friend.

“Me?” he asked with a dry chuckle. “How do you manage to blame me for your lack of boyfriend?”

You shrugged. “Think about it. Boy, girl. Best friends. Boy is good-looking and could probably beat up most of the boys in our year.” You popped another cookie in your mouth. “So, no one wants to date his girl best friend.”

Oliver stared at you a moment. Despite the fact that he definitely did not want to see you all cozied up with any of the boys at school, he couldn’t help feeling bad. If you wanted a boyfriend, you should have one. He never wanted to get in the way of your happiness.

It was as though you could feel his guilt. “It’s alright though,” you assured him with that sweet smile you usually reserved for Oliver. “Not like any of those boys are worth my time anyways. You’re the only decent boy in our year honestly.”

“Oh really?” he asked in a teasing voice, as though his heart was not hammering. The two of you had been doing this a lot lately: compliments, teasing just this side of flirting, skittering around a line no one was quite willing to cross, playing a game of chicken neither of you was willing to lose.

Tonight, you were the one who broke first. “So what’d your parents think of Casey anyways?” Your eyes were back on the ceiling of Oliver’s room, following the wizards flying around his Puddlemere United poster.

“They thought she was nice,” he answered, following your gaze. “My dad’s just disappointed that she’s not-” Oliver stopped himself, his eyes darting back to you.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “Not what? Smart?” A smirk played on your lips.

Oliver thought a moment. You weren’t a mean girl typically. You were sweet, and you had plenty of girlfriends. The only people you were mean about were… well, the girls Oliver dated. The gears turned in his head as he calculated the risk he was about to take.

“Well, not you,” he finally admitted. “Dad’s disappointed she’s not you.”

“Oh.” You blinked a few times. Oliver could see the rapid thinking behind your expression. “And… what about you?” You sat up and looked down at Oliver, all the playfulness gone from your eyes.

Oliver heaved himself up as well. “I… I mean…” He licked his lips and sighed. Just spit it out, he told himself. “Sometimes I wonder if my dad’s… right?”

“Right about what?” You fidgeted with the hem of your t-shirt, a nervous habit Oliver knew well.

“He…” Oliver cleared his throat and took your hands in his. He saw your eyes flicker to them before meeting his gaze again. “He says that you’re the one.” Oliver winced, preparing himself for rejection and the end of your friendship, the thing he’d been dreading for two years.

“The one?” you echoed, your hands still in Oliver’s.

He nodded. “You know. The one.”

The smirk playing on your lips broke some of the tension between you. “What would that entail? If I was the one, I mean.”

His fears melted slightly at the sight of your small grin. “Well, it would probably start… with this.” Oliver closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against yours.

Much to his relief, you kissed him back, letting go of his hands and wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands settled on your hips. He could taste your bubblegum flavored Chapstick, the one he borrowed annoyingly often, and you could taste the chocolate from the biscuits that now sat forgotten near the foot of the bed.

When Oliver let go, he didn’t bother trying to play cool; instead, he grinned from ear to ear, not caring how goofy he looked.

Likewise, you couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled out of your mouth, your hands still on Oliver’s shoulders. “Starts with that, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s just the beginning.” Oliver leaned forward again, his mind racing with excitement. He laid back, pulling you on top of him-

“I think you mean that’s the end of the night,” came a voice from the door neither of you noticed opening.

Color rushed to your cheeks as you scrambled to sit back up, pushing Oliver off you. “Hey Mr. Wood,” you managed, as if he caught you making out with his son all the time.

Your best friend’s dad nodded pointedly. “You should probably head back out that window, young lady. I’m sure we’ll see you tomorrow. When you use the front door.”

With one last awkward smile to Oliver, you jumped off the bed and opened the window, clambering out the way you’d done millions of times before. Trying to be a gentleman (especially in front of his dad), Oliver watched carefully as you climbed down the tree by his window, tiptoed across his backyard, through the gate between your houses, and through your first-story window, where you disappeared after a quick wave in his direction. When Oliver turned around with that still dopey smile, his dad was still in the doorway, a smug grin on his face.

“Told ya so, son.”

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Author is a sucker for validation and I am a sucker for good banter. I am a button pusher by nature (once I get comfortable) so this is so relatable to me, not to mention hilarious to read. Thank you for sharing this with us!

the one where getting under the skin of the gryffindor quidditch captain, oliver wood, is your favorite hobby.

pairing: oliver wood x fem!reader

word count: 0.7k words

rating: PG-15

content: fluff, established relationship au; ft. ravenclaw!reader, quidditch captain!reader

warning/s: none

“Unbelievable,” Oliver Wood mutters as he spots you and the whole Ravenclaw Quidditch team already flying around the pitch. The sun is only about to rise, the fog surrounding the place just starting to clear, and he’s becoming more annoyed at the fact that not only are your team stealing their time, but even managed to be here earlier than they are.

What makes it worse is that he knows that he’s the first one who reserved it for training since the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw is fast approaching. And to further add to that, he particularly remembers reminding you that you better not take over any of the days he intends to let his team practice when he (stupidly) showed you his timetable for classes and Quidditch sessions.

“____!” He shouts your name, and upon hearing it from below, you look at him, a smirk automatically making its way on your lips.

“Let’s take a short break, everyone!” you instruct your team, flying down then and dropping down right in front of Oliver. “Good morning, Captain Wood. Fancy seeing you here.”

The formality triggers Oliver’s annoyance even more, but for the rest of the Gryffindor team who remain standing behind him, it brings them to hide their snickers and amused expressions.

After all, they—and pretty much the whole student body—are quite aware that you and Oliver have been dating for almost two years now, and this thing happening right here is just one of your schemes to playfully get on your competitive boyfriend’s nerves.

“____,” Oliver says your name again with a sigh this time, voice not daring to go a volume higher now that you’re near despite the situation, “please tell me why the bloody hell are you and your team on this pitch this morning?”

You put on your best innocent expression. “Well, we’re training, of course.”

“Yes, but I can specifically recall that I booked this pitch for the whole day. So, it’s a great wonder to me why I’m seeing you Ravenclaws here.”

“Hm, are you sure you booked it the whole day though? From the schedule that you showed me, it says there that it starts at 9AM, which is…” you glance at your wristwatch, “two hours from now. Meaning until then—”

“You have the freedom to use the pitch,” Oliver deadpans.

You grin. “Exactly, my love. You and your team can certainly wait, right? Though I’d appreciate it if you don’t hang around here while we’re playing. I might accuse you of stealing our strategy.”

“Strategy? Didn’t know you had one when we take into account the way you play.”

“Well, considering I’ve already won two games against you, maybe apparently not having a strategy might work on Gryffindor too.”

“One game was won by default.”

“And the other one?”

“Pure luck, of course.”

You laugh, and Oliver’s lips twitch, like he’s suppressing to do the same just to commit to the act he’s doing.

“Can we head to the Great Hall first for breakfast, Wood?” A Weasley twin pipes in amidst your impromptu staring contest with your boyfriend, causing Oliver to glance behind him and nod reluctantly.

“Fine. The rest of you can go get breakfast. But we meet here at exactly 9AM. Got it?”

The team says a chorus of yes and proceeds on walking back to the direction of the castle. Oliver, however, stays in his spot and raises his eyebrows at you, the mask of annoyance seen on his face a while ago seemingly gone now.

“What?” you ask, still with that teasing grin of yours.

“You promised.”

“I didn’t promise anything.”

“You told me you weren’t going to steal any of my days for Quidditch practices.”

“Technically, I’m not stealing as it is not your time yet.”

“Always such a smartass.”

“That’s what you get for dating a Ravenclaw,” you say, mounting your broom before giving him a quick kiss on the mouth and dashing back upwards where your other members are already zooming around.

Oliver shakes his head in disbelief; it’s unfair how you can get away with shenanigans that he typically would curse another team for. “I expect the pitch to be empty by 8:55, alright?” he bellows, just so you can hear him from where you’re situated.

“Aye, aye, Captain!”

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Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

[moony-mccall]

delicate | oliver wood

a/n — well, w first actual writing post so, may be bad but who cares!

a cute drabble filled with fluff, tension, longing stares, and amateur writing!

summary — lingering stares and vexed minds concerning each other.

pairings — oliver wood x reader

( no pronouns used i think, just the use of 'you' )

warnings — none but my writing

there was just something between you two that no one else can ever have. not that either of you was going to let it go.

it was delicate, intense, and oh so pure.

proved it so by the entirety of your relationship.

even before you two even happened, there was always something that vexed the two of you trying to figure it out.

infuriated by this feeling but will not even attempt to take it away. in fact, both of you craved it.

it was between you two.

yours and yours only.

oliver wood. one of gryffindors golden boys and of course his most prided title in his early career, his house's quidditch captain.

women and men threw themselves at him but it seemed that his only priority was quidditch. always quidditch. until you that is.

you. one of your house's pride and joy, you and oliver were alike that way too. you had your own life at hogwarts that you succeeded at.

of course mcgonagall had her very own organization filled with carefully selected students and staff.

it just so happened that your little delicate tale with oliver started there.

gazes meet and the painfully exciting feelings start as minerva mcgonagall and aurora sinistra share their very own knowing looks.

it bothered you both so much.

and you and oliver loved it.

he'd look for you in every game, in every class, in every soiree and you'd do the same.

the whole thing made you both dizzy and giddy. you'd share teasing looks and shit eating grins or just genuine smiles.

he'd catch your eye or you'd catch his, it didn't matter, they wouldn't leave each other anyways.

you two had yet to talk. it was all longing stares at first as if to test waters. It was enough for now nonetheless.

the next celebration mcgonagall held started the playful conversations.

"couldn't hold it for longer" he let out a defeated sigh before grinning. "oliver wood"

that damned gaze of yours. the one that you always wore whenever you're looking at him.

the playfulness, intensity, the passion of it all —godric, he could burst.

he never looked for your name before, he wanted you to tell him yourself and you did.

he swore he could die happy now.

"couldn't hold what longer, mr. wood?" you feigned innocence as you held his gaze.

he simply laughed and you followed after a few seconds before starting your talk that was long overdue.

at first, both of you were sure this was only a silly crush on each other. it'll pass. it should! it was tampering with your plans after all.

but then you talked and it felt just like one big whirlwind that either of you were too late to step out of now.

the most interesting part is the relief both of you felt. the fear of the thought you two had to move on from each other. it was ridiculous.

both have to live with that irking feeling now. and will happily do so.

the little talks turned into little dates that the two of you refused to call that.

you were an early bird much like oliver now, either you turned into that because of him or not didn't matter.

you spent your mornings and sometimes nights together before you two go your separate ways blushing messes.

finally, he took a chance to confirm the name of the vexing feeling.

yes, yes, both agreed to live with it happily, but someone had to do it.

he wanted to. but you already knew what it was.

he did too but he wanted to act on it.

he kissed you.

and you kissed back.

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Oliver Wood Masterlist by Heloise Daphne Brightmore

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Oliver Wood blurbs

[M] Mr. Grumpy [0.6k words]

Oliver doesn’t appreciate waking up without you, but once he has you in his arms, he makes sure you don’t forget how much he loves you.

Oliver Wood one shots 

[B] Blind to it [1.4k words]

You have liked Oliver for a while, but the boy have not shown interest in your very obvious flirting. Winning the quidditch cup, having a party, loud music and most of all alcohol, helps you question the oblivious boy.

[D] Disappointed in you [2.5k words]

Oliver is scared of one thing and one thing only. You think it would be fun to scare your boyfriend with the only thing he is scared of. But he doesn’t react the way you think he would.

Distraction [4k words]

You’re trying to build a career, concentrating only on having a successful future, avoiding love and distraction at all cost. But when love is right beside you, it makes everything more difficult.

[F] Forgive me! [2.9k words]

Oliver and you have been together for a couple of years, but a big fight before the war separates you. Both of you participate in the war, fighting with all your power against Voldemort and his allies. But will you be able to reunite before the very end?

[G] Got no shame [2.5k words]

Being the daughter of the coach of Puddlemere United gives you the opportunity to get close to the players, some even more than others. When Oliver gets injured, you don’t even care about being friends or less or more, you just need to know if he is okay.

[H] High on bravery [2k words]

You have never been a shy person, but being pumped full of pain-reliving potions might just give you the bravery you need when it comes to the Gryffindor quidditch captain.

His passion [18+] [2.4k words]

Oliver has been walking up and down the room half naked, going on and on about Quidditch for the last hour and you are losing your patience, up until you turn his attention to you.

[L] Like a fool [4.7k words]

You have fancied the Gryffindor quidditch captain so obviously, the whole school knew about it. Of course, Oliver didn’t miss to realise your feelings which you were sure he secretly returned. That was until you overheard a conversation.

Love’s healing potion [4.8k words]

For years you’ve admired Oliver silently, from afar. The Gryffindor quidditch captain is the centre of attention, meanwhile you’re rather closed off and shy around people you don’t know. But when your secret mission to help Oliver is exposed and your identity revealed, you can only do one thing. Run away.

[M] Mine [1.8k words]

Oliver is wrapped around your finger, but he doesn’t mind. He just wants to hold you and he isn’t afraid of showing it even when your friend is angrily rumbling about her crush on a boy, but even more when you try on his jersey.

Misunderstanding [3.4k words]

Your boyfriend has been distant since the beginning of your relationship, but his behaviour is getting worse, making you doubt his feelings for you and overreact things instead of communicating.

[O] Oliver Wood Fluff Alphabet [2.9k words]

Your life in every little detail with Oliver wood, including cuddles, first impression, first date, first kiss, the way he holds your hand, his view of your shared future. Oliver Wood A-Z!

Only friends? [1.7k words]

You and Oliver have been friends, but you never dared to say anything to him about your hidden feelings, worrying about losing him. But one day he comes up to you, acting unlike himself, making you worry.

[P] Perfect match [2k words]

The lack of time you had to spend with your boyfriend, Oliver affects your concentration causing your attention to wander anywhere but the match you are supposed to be focusing on.

[T] Talk to me, please! [4.2k words]

After your fight with Oliver, you decide to make him suffer a little. Unfortunately things slowly get out of hand and you don’t know how to turn things around, before you lose him.

[W] Where the soul belongs [9.6k words]

What happens when you find yourself reliving the same day over and over again? What happens when you realise you aren’t the only one? You jump into a heavy research with Oliver to find a solution to your unusual situation, only to realise things might be more complicated than you could have imagined.

[Y] Your time [1.5k words]

After your break up, you are both struggling to get over each other, but you are too hurt and he is too stubborn to take the first step.

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[henqtic]

BLOSSOMING WORRIES . OLIVER WOOD X BLACK!READER

word count: 1162 . warnings: ( hurtful ) bullying from friends .  

summary: comforting oliver from the worries surrounding his never-ending talk of quidditch.  

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“Oliver, a good portion of your whole being is quidditch. I'm not gonna get tired of it. Ever.”

As you spoke the words, your lungs exhaled every last bit of air out of them, eyes becoming bigger and touch softening more than it had ever been as it reached up to hold the side of his face, attempting to soothe every single tingling and aching nerve in his body system. 

Over a week ago, the uneasy feelings began to bloom, from the worries swirling around in his head, watering and growing a suffocating massive flower of dull grey petals.

It was from his friends, as they joked at ‘how fast you ran away from the field’ after kissing him goodbye before leaving to hang out with your friends. And how ‘it wasn’t that much of a shocker anyway’, that you had disappeared so quickly and not stayed around until sunset like usual, when Wood had felt like he’d worked them all like dogs. 

Because all he ever talked about was quidditch, and his mind was always on quidditch, and everything he did related to the good of quidditch, and you had to get tired of it at some point — and that must’ve been the point. 

And non-personally, because you loved him and would never willingly speak ill of the people and things he held closest to him, you’d never known what insensitive donkeys his friends were.

It was impossible that you had run, as much as your mind liked to play tricks on you, you didn’t run. 

In fact, you allowed yourself to be delayed so easily, by the sun kissing both of you together and not allowing you to simply unstick from holding on to each other with just your pinkies. Rather, Oliver was the one who finally let go out of the never-ending trail of small affections and playfully shooed you away before were late to your friends waiting in the courtyard.

And it made absolutely no sense for you to suddenly get sick of him talking about something he had long before they started dating. While it was somewhat repetitive, as a lot of interests are, who are you to make him feel bad over something he enjoys? 

( Along with his insensitive donkey like friends ) 

Besides, it was his passion and you liked seeing him in the way he talked about it. That wasn’t going to change at any moment. 

But he hadn’t known that, that small twinge of hurt manifesting in his chest after they’d gotten done with the teasing. He decided to no longer talk about in your presence, letting the look in his eye dim whenever it came up in an effort to ‘save you the time,’ and eventually, stopped inviting you to the practices and then games altogether. 

And for that reason, is why his pupils practically twisted, turned, and bent themselves into hearts when seeing you in the stands — cheering him on with as much or maybe even more enthusiasm than you had every other time, a relief unmeasurable to his spirt. So, the minute it was over and the the snitch was golden in Harry’s hands, he took you over here. 

“Really? Are you sure? Because if you let me talk about it again, I'm not going to stop,” he cautioned, looking up and down from your loving eyes and curving lips as you slowly nodded at the benign warning, “I’ll just go on and on and on until my mouth hurts— ”

“Yes, I know. And that’s exactly what I want.”

You took your free hand away from his arm and too, placed it onto his face, reddened from the amount of physical exertion that he’d just gone through and the number of romantic afflictions he was receiving now — ones that could be seen by anyone who walked merely two steps away from the quidditch pitch. 

You stood on your tippy toes, dragging his head down as your lips pressed into the space between his eyebrows, the softly scented citrus of lipgloss rubbing off on his skin and helping to bring his temperature back down to normal. 

“Now come on, you need to change before we get to the common room for the party — since you’re such a talented, hardworking, remarkably handsome, terrific team captain who won the fifth game in a row this season.”

“Do you live off making me flustered?” He joked with a smile brighter than the sun on his face, lips quirking upwards as you hummed a yes of course, as if he hadn’t liked the power you had over him. 

A few more steps into your walk to the locker he remembered, “Oh right, did you see the way Malfoy completely missed the snitch and it was litterally right in front oh him? That’s what he gets for being such an unpleasant fucking person.”

“Oh yes it was horrible, someone said he was too busy staring at a girl in the Gryffindors section,” you shared, downcast in your tone as if you were delivering the biggest piece of information to his ears, averting your gaze around in a half circle as he stopped in his tracks with the loudest gasp you had ever heard.

Your eyes finally looked to him once he grasped your shoulder and turned you to him to show that his mouth was open in a way that looked like his jaw was no longer in function.

“No way,” his eyes were wide in disbelief, now connecting dots that he was too afraid to, “Tall, locs, dark-skinned? Last name Cobbs?"

“Yes exactly, there's a rumor she sneaks to the Slytherin dungeons almost every night,” your tone raised in the excitement of finally having the chance to talk to him about it, “And guess what?”

“What?”

"Draco has his own prefect's dorm.”

“No, do you think?” Woods’s face scrunched at the possibility that there was a self-respecting Gryffindor cuddling up with a Slytherin in their free time, head thrown back in disgust as your own face scrunched up and you nodded frantically. 

“Oh that’s sick, and this is gossip about our own house members, we need to stop.”

You fell shortly into a silence, a comedic one since he was attempting to be the bigger person in the situation and it wasn’t a new thing for you two to gossip amongst each other — and most times, he would be the one to initiate the conversations. 

“And she came back to our dorm late at night after you left. Smiling all big. With the wrong set of robes on. . .” you whispered, pausing at the right places to see his rising expression, until you got to the end and your words were followed by a gasp of air rushing to his lungs larger than the last. 

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

He spoke as if the harshest act of betrayal had been committed against him.

“You seemed tired and you had the whole game to sleep up for— ”

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choose your boy tiktok (hogwarts boys x reader)

series summary when you begin to gain popularity on tiktok, it doesn’t go unnoticed by your fellow hogwarts students. and with the help and consent of your friends, you use your newfound fame to share some of the weirdness of your life in the form of tiktok trends.

chapter summary to introduce the boys of hogwarts to tiktok (and tiktok to them), you decide to include them all in a “choose your boy” tiktok. but when all is said and done, they’re curious as to which boy you would choose...

a/n lemme know if u guys want more of this,, it was just a random idea i had and i think it would be good for a series haha

gif cred belongs to @the-goblet-of-slytherin​

it started with just a close up of you, smiling brightly at the camera. you zoomed in, the words you spoke displaying on the screen on cue as you chirped over the music, “choose your boy: extreme private school edition!”

first was draco, who simply stood in the middle of the bustling hallway, his cloak thrown over one arm as he smirked at the camera, hands tucked into his pockets. you allowed the music to surge over the sound of the chattering hall, highlighting his name on the screen in green. he offered a wink before the video switched to the next frame.

next was harry and ron, who insisted on going together. they were sat under a tree in the courtyard when you found them, and decided that was perfect. you simply walked toward them, harry offering a sweet grin while ron rested his elbow on harry’s shoulder and held up a peace sign. you could hear harry softly say, “cheese,” just barely over the music, making all three of you laugh as you presented their names above their heads.

third in line was cedric, who you managed to catch as you walked past him in the hallway.

“hi!” you giggled, walking toward him with the video rolling. he waved and smiled handsomely at the camera. he high-fived you and leaned into the camera.

“hello,” he hummed as you laughed, leaning back to grin at you as his name was displayed.

for your next to last contestants, you featured the twins. they both simply grinned at the camera, fred tucking his hands in his pockets as george leaned his elbow on his twin’s shoulder. you displayed their names quickly, with a small note underneath them:

(not necessarily a packaged deal, but that’s up to you i think)

and finally, oliver stood in a confident pose on the quidditch pitch, spinning a quaffle between his hands before tossing it over to you with a playful smile. it hit your phone, interrupting the music and making you laugh as it hit the ground. the camera caught as you both leaned over your fallen phone, and you displayed his name in that moment.

after just two days of that video being uploaded, it blew up. people were going crazy about the boys, and the boys themselves never stopped bothering you.

“how are we doing in the comment war?” fred asked you, both him and george approaching you as you checked your phone in the hallway.

“comment war?” oliver questioned, approaching, as well. harry and ron began to make their ways over when they spotted your growing crowd.

you turned to them and explained with a smile, “when i uploaded the video, i commented all of your names, and told viewers to like which boy they’d chose. and it looks like...” they all leaned in as you entered your comment section. “harry has 73.7k likes.”

the boy’s eyes widened. “really?”

you giggled, but continued, “ron has 49.7k.” the ginger nodded, impressed. “fred and george together have 53.3k, but separately, george has 68.2k and fred has 71k likes.” they high-fived. “cedric has 82.3k..”

“damn!”

“oliver has 67k likes,” you persisted, “and last, but definitely not least, draco has 101k likes.”

“woah!”

“bloody hell...”

“how do we do this over again to beat that bastard?” ron muttered.

you just laughed. “if you guys are in for more tiktoks, im sure those numbers’ll keep moving.” you tucked your phone into your robe and smiled at the boys. “thanks again for participating, guys. it was a lot of fun.”

“of course!”

“it was really fun.” oliver, harry, and ron peeled off to their classes. that left the twins to loom over your shoulders as you continued your trek to defense against the dark arts.

“but we do have an important question for you, y/n,” george grinned wickedly.

“oh, merlin,” you breathed.

fred continued, “what boy would you choose?”

you scoffed, looking between the boys to see to their curious gazes trained on you. you fought down a blush. “you know what? you do more tiktoks with me, and i’ll let you all figure it out.”

“hints included?” george bargained.

you shook your head, rolling your eyes. “fine, yeah. for every tiktok, you get a hint.” the twins looked up and nodded to each other.

“you got yourself a deal.”

[natashxromanovf]

heyyy can i request a blurb with the prompt ‘holding hands under the table’ with oliver wood? <3

maybe in the great hall, where oliver is nervous about the match that day?

The Quidditch Match

Oliver Wood x gn!reader

Word count: 338

Warnings: mentions of food

A/N: Hey!! I hope you enjoy this <33

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Oliver is nervous. You can see it on his face, knowing him too well after all these years of dating. And he has every right to be - it’s the final game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, making everyone even more tense than usual. You love the houses competing against each other, it’s what keeps people busy when they have nothing else to do; from Quidditch to house points, it makes you feel like you’re connected to something bigger but sometimes, it becomes annoying with all the hating and fighting.

“It’s gonna be okay, you know?” you ask as you sit opposite of Oliver, taking some scrambled eggs from the big plate and putting it on yours.

“How do you know that?” he questions, a little harsher than he intended. “I’m sorry, I’m just tense,”

“It’s okay, love, you have every right to be,” you say as you take his hand under the table, trying to calm him down a little with the gesture. It works, watching as his shoulder relax a little, a loud sigh escaping his lips.

He smiles, releasing your hand and taking the food himself too, a quite big portion since he has to have a lot of energy for later. “Thank you, you really know how to calm me down,” he mutters, taking a bite and looking at you.

“Of course, I’m always here if you need me,” you say right as McGonagall enters the Great hall, announcing that the teams should go and prepare. Oliver quickly finishes his breakfast before coming to your side of the table, pulling your lips into a sweet kiss, a tradition you two developed with years; the match always goes bad if there's no kiss before.

“Good luck, I know you can do it,” you whisper into his ear, pressing another kiss against his cheek before he hurries out of the room but not before flashing you one last smirk, the one that radiates confidence. You smile to yourself, knowing that with that mood, Gryffindor has already won.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

could you do a oliver wood x fem!reader fic/blurb, and it’s about their first kiss and stuff 💕 and could you possibly make the reader in the year younger? love your writing xx

Hi! Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but thank you for the request! 💕

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“You enjoy the show?” Oliver smirked as he walked up the stands towards me. He was still in his practice clothes, his hair completely mussed.

I put down the textbook I had been reading and smiled. “Yeah, I particularly loved when you nearly fell off your broom. Great work there.”

Oliver laughed and sat down on the bench below me. “Ah, I figured that would impress you.” He leaned his arms on my knees and gazed up at me with those honey eyes. “Say, are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

“Probably,” I said with a sigh. “But I’ll be on my own. All my girlfriends have dates.” I scrunched my nose.

“And you… don’t?” Oliver raised an eyebrow at me. “What, all the good fifth-year boys are taken?”

I pinched Oliver’s cheek playfully. “They must all be intimidated by the fact that my best friend is an older guy. A big, strong quidditch player at that.”

A laugh escaped Oliver’s lips as he shoved my hand aside. “Well, I apologize for ruining your love life.” His smile softened. “How can I ever make it up to you?” He feigned thinking for a moment. “Maybe this’ll work.”

Without warning, Oliver leaned up towards me, bringing his lips to mine. Initially, I leaned back, caught off-guard by the suddenness, but his hand reached up and caught the back of my neck, pulling me forward. I sighed against his soft lips, wondering what took us so long to get here.

It definitely felt too soon when Oliver let go. He let out a small laugh and looked up at me bashfully.

“Hope that was okay,” he finally said, running his fingers through his messy hair. “I just…” He shrugged. “Wanted to try it, I guess.”

Color flooded my cheeks as I tried to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. “I, uh…” I bit my lip. “Well if you want to try again, that’s totally fine with me.”

Oliver’s surprised laugh filled the air. “Only if you let me take you out on Saturday. A proper date.”

I leaned forward again. “It’s a deal.”

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Window

Pairing: oliver wood x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompt: ‘against the window? are you insane?’

Warnings: implied smut, discussion of sex/semi public sex

Gif creds to owner

“Against the window? Are you insane?”

You stared at your boyfriend incredulously, eyes wide. Oliver had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, but the thought of him taking you against a window was a little too much.

At least, that’s what you initially told yourself; the little voice at the back of your head said otherwise.

Oliver could see the internal debate you were having, and he cupped your cheek gently. “Remember what we agreed, doll. If you don’t like an idea, we don’t have to do it,”

You chewed your lip for a moment before looking up to him. “I… I wanna…” you began, staring into his burning eyes, your knees feeling weak as the scenario played out through your head. “It’s just…”

Oliver kissed your forehead gently. “You don’t wanna be seen on the other side?” You nodded shyly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Yeah. But… well it’s kinda hot- I mean… I reckon it would be… just the thought of being able to see out the window, imagining what it would be like if people saw… but then not actually being able to see; them being none the wiser…”

Oliver grinned, kissing the top of your head. “That’s what we have magic for, sweetheart,”

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im soooo i love with the way you write oliver can you do something about how he would be if he was like jealous or him having a love language of touch

OLIVERS LOVE LANGUAGE IS TOUCH AND THAT’S MY FINAL VERDICT

His hand always found its way onto you. Usually discreetly kept on your thigh, just to remind him that you are real. In class he always kept your legs pressed together when his hands were occupied with writing notes, and if the teacher looked away long enough he would sneak in a quick kiss against your cheek.

In the common room he would always keep you near and if he could you’d be on top of him. His need for constant contact could sometimes be in the way but you’ve had made a mental note to never comment on it. The one time you had questioned him about it he got very quiet, something unusal for the scot, and just mumbled something about ’loving you, wanting you close’.

So when the teachers had decided to do some ”all house activities” since they’ve noticed the rivalry between houses, especially between Gryffindor and Slytherin, he was not happy when you two got split up. And then he looked over and saw that you standing next to Cedric Diggory.

Oliver felt his heart sink as he saw you chat with him, a bright smile over your lips. He wanted to be the one that made you smile, wanted to have an arm around you. McGonagall started talking about the different games that was going to occur and Oliver listened with on ear, eyes still on the Hufflepuff that leaned down and whispered something to you that made you giggle.

During the day you and Cedric was always beside each other, but you kept trying to gain Olivers attention. Small waves, smiles and winks were sent from you but not reciprocated. So when the day had evolved into a lovely evening and all the students went in to eat dinner you grabbed his arm before he could disappear from you.

“Hi Oli, missed you today” you said with a crooked smile and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He rested his head against yours and sighed.

”Missed you too” he mumbled into your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, ”well I gotta go eat now, the Weasleys had some ideas they wanted to go over with me”.

And just like that he was gone. You felt completely empty as you saw him sit down between the twins and suddenly you didn’t feel as hungry anymore.

Oliver sat on the couch flipping through a book and you were perched beside him and you tilted your head at him; you were sat right next to him but he wasn’t touching you. Not even his leg was against you and the air was thick with the feeling of something was wrong. Your eyes wandered over his face and your heart ached as it filled to the brim of love. He was so unbelievably beautiful and it felt like you had done something to upset him.

”Time for bed Oli?” You asked softly and he nodded as he finished his page, folded the corner and rubbed his eyes, ”should I go to my own room or..?”

Your question trailed off and you looked down onto your hands. Olivers brows knitted together and he sat up more straight.

”What? No.. or, or unless you want to of course” he stuttered and placed a gentle hand against your shoulder.

You shook your head and he smiled at you.

”Wanna cuddle with you, bunny”.

Thoughts were twirling around in your head and you let out a breath you didn’t realized you had held in.

”Just feels like something is wrong between us, like something happened today. Did I say something?”

”No absolutely not! I-i, umm” his voice trailed off and he sucked in a breath, ”just saw you with Diggory today and you laughed and smiled.. guess I just got jealous”.

You giggled quietly and took Olivers hands in yours, his eyes flitting up to you.

”You poor, sweet boy. You have nothing to be jealous of, remember that he’s not the captain, and star keeper, of a quidditch team”.

His face lit up with a goofy smile and he kissed your cheek.

”Sorry for being a dick today” he mumbled against your neck.

”’S okay” you mumbled back.

He took your hand and lead you to his dorm. He stripped down to boxers and threw a shirt to you. After both of you had a pyjamas change you crawled into the covers. Oliver hands were immediately on you and pulled you as close as humanly possible.

”Night night bunny.”

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Hii, was wondering if I could request you belong with me with oliver wood? Thank u :)

PROMPT: based on you belong with me by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) Y/N is in love with her friend with benefits, oliver wood. 

WARNINGS: light smut

WC: 1.8K+

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

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you belong with me (o.w one shot)

“Always a pleasure, Y/L/N,” Oliver quipped, putting on his shirt as he shot you a flirty smile. 

You giggled under his stare, slipping on his discarded jumper to cover yourself. You inhaled his scent, feeling yourself fall deeper for the boy in front of you. “I can say the same about you, Wood.” 

He cocked an eyebrow, motioning over to the article of clothing you decide to drape over your body. “I take it that you’ll be adding this to the collection you have?” 

“Course,” you hummed, staring at him as he began to get ready to leave, as usual. “Need to have something to remember you by.”

Oliver cheekily snuck over next to you, pressing his lips against your neck, making you moan out. You pulled his neck back, connecting your lips together, making him groan. You pushed him down to the bed, straddling his thighs, your body bare from the waist down. He pushed you down onto his body, deepening the kiss. You pulled back, now peppering kisses down his exposed skin. 

He massaged the skin of your thighs, licking his lips, “And the marks I left on your body isn’t enough of a reminder?” 

“They are,” you murmured, sucking softly on his collarbone. He took in a breath, feeling himself growing hard under your rolling hips. “But it makes it easier to think about you when I touch myself when I can smell you.” 

Oliver threw his head back, taking all the strength he possessed to remove your body off him. You whined in protest, laying down on your back, defeated beside him. He propped his head with his hand, smirking at you, “You’ll be the death of me, Y/L/N.”

“Good.” 

Oliver left a few minutes after that conversation, making you sigh and bury your head in your pillow. You were so in love with the Quidditch captain and you knew you shouldn’t be. When you and him agreed to be friends with benefits, you both agreed that it meant absolutely no feelings, whatsoever. As far as you knew, Oliver was upholding his side of the bargain quite well, while you were failing miserably. 

It was hard not to fall for the boy. He was charming, kind, and not to mention, a great kisser. Whenever you two laid together, it almost didn’t feel like a mutual agreement. He has so much passion, so much care, every time you two were alone. Oliver would always ask you if you were okay, always made sure you were comfortable, and showered you with praise. He would bury his head in the crook of your neck, stating how good you made him feel. 

It’s been a few months since the start of your agreement and after each night, you felt yourself love him just a bit more than the previous night. In front of other people, you two acted like perfect friends, like everyone knew you as, but behind closed doors, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. He would pepper your face with soft kisses, tangle your fingers together, and murmur words of adoration in your ear the minute there were no eyes on you two. You knew it was a dangerous game you were playing but you couldn’t help but not care. Oliver Wood was addicting. 

The following morning, you winced as you hobbled down to the Great Hall, legs sore from last night's activities. You grimaced as you sat down at the table, across from Oliver who had a smirk on his face that he was trying to hide behind his cup. Fred chuckled beside you, nudging you, “Fun night, Y/N?”

“Shut it, Weasley,” you hissed, taking a bite from a piece of toast you plucked off his plate. “I may be feeling a bit injured at the moment, but I can still hex you into next Sunday.” 

“One day, Y/L/N, we’ll meet the bloke who’s making it difficult for you to walk.” George added.

“Why do you assume it’s because of a bloke?” you grumbled, stuffing your mouth with eggs. “What if I just fell off my broom at practice? Maybe I have cramps. Did you ever think about that, hmm?”

“Sure,” Fred said, he motioned at your neck, reminding you of the marks that probably littered your skin. “But I’m sure your fall didn’t cause all that.” 

You blushed under their gaze, lifting your fingers up to trace the tender skin. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, Y/L/N,” the younger twin shrugged, looking at you with a playful twinkle in his eye. “One day we’ll meet the bloke you say is the best lay of your life.” 

Your eyes widened at his words, completely forgetting that you confessed that to the twins during one party after drinking too much. You heard Oliver snort in front of you, smiling in a teasing manner. He raised his eyebrows as if saying, “The best lay of your life, huh?” You flipped off George, making him and his twin burst out in laughter. “Shut up, please.” 

“I think it’s cute,” Oliver chuckled, leaning over to stare at you. “You’re smitten with him, aren’t you?”

“You can shut up too, Wood.” 

The three boys howled in laughter. Oliver sent you a wink when the twins were too busy joking around to pay attention to the two of you. You blushed, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. Merlin, this is going to be difficult, you thought. 

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Unfortunately, it’s been weeks since your last night with Oliver. The Quidditch team has been practicing more than ever and you were both too tired to really do much. When you weren’t practicing, you were doing homework, already behind on at least three of your classes because of your rigorous practice schedule. 

Oliver’s jumper no longer smelled like him, making you upset that you had to settle for friendly glances and secret touches in the hallways. Your love bites already faded as well, disappearing with time. You missed seeing the red marks on your skin, reminding you of your heated rendezvous. 

You were walking out of Potions when Blaise came up to you, a flirty smile on his face. He stopped you in your tracks, leaning against a pole. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hello, Blaise,” you raised an eyebrow, confused as to why the Slytherin was talking to you. You clutched your books closer to your chest, “Anything I can help you with?”

“Actually yes,” he licked his lips, reaching down to grab your hand. “I was wondering if you could accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

You looked down at your hand sitting idle in his palm, stuttering over your words and you spoke to him for conformation. “L-like a date?”

“Exactly like a date,” Blaise nodded, placing a kiss to your knuckles. “If you’re up for it.” 

“I-”

“Leannan,” A voice spoke from behind you. A hand snaked around your wait, pulling you close to them, and ripping your hand from Blaise’s grip at the same time. You turned your head to see Oliver, staring down Blaise. “What’s going on here?” 

Blaise stared back, “Just asking Y/N on a date, Wood. None of your concern.” 

“Actually it is,” Oliver replied, pulling you even closer to him. Your body grew hot, feeling Oliver’s protective grip on your waist. “We have plans this weekend. So I’m sorry that but she’ll have to decline.” 

He nodded, reluctantly, shifting his attention from Oliver to you. “Hm, maybe next time then.” 

Oliver grinned, a condescending smile on his face, “Sure, mate.” 

Blaise raised his hands up in defense, shooting you a confused wave before walking away. Oliver didn’t dare to remove his hand on you until Blaise was nowhere to be seen. When he finally let you go, you looked at him in disbelief, “What was that for?”

He rolled his eyes, “You should be thanking me, Y/N. I got you out of a date with him.”

“What if I wanted to go?”

“Please,” he chuckled, now taking Blaise’s original spot, “You wanted to go on a date with Zabini?”

“Maybe,” you huffed but you knew you had no interest in the Slytherin. 

“Why would you want to?” 

“He’s fit,” you stated simply, shrugging like it was no big deal. It wasn’t really a lie. Blaise was fit, but you weren’t interested. “Plus, I could get to know him and see for myself if I see something with him.”

Oliver scoffed, “Don’t waste your time with someone like him.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so harsh right now.”

“Because you deserve better.” 

“Oh right,” you spat, “And better in your definition is to be hidden away as nothing more than a nice quickie, right?”

Oliver blinked a few times, trying to process your words. He held your upper arm, concern over his features, “What are you on about?”

“All I am is a friends with benefits right, Oliver? That’s all I’ll ever amount to? Merlin forbid that someone would find interest in me beyond that.” 

“Y/N, where is this coming from?”

“You really are thick,” you chuckled, tears now spilling from your eyes. “It stopped being a quick fuck for me a long time ago Oliver. I’m bloody in love with you.” 

You stood there in silence, breathing ragged as you spilled your feelings to Oliver. You shook your head, turning around to walk away from him. You took a couple steps before you felt him grab your hand, twirling you around to push you into his chest. He chuckled, ignoring the way your books fell from your hand, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “You wanna know why I told Blaise off?” 

“Why?”

“Because you belong with me, leannan,” he mumbled, lips ghosting over yours. “I’m in love with you, too.” 

You gulped, looking into his eyes, “You are?”

“Mhm.”

You placed your lips on his, sighing in content knowing you no longer had to hide your affections. Oliver wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as he kissed you passionately. You squealed, sneaking short kisses on his lips as he laughed. He put you down, kissing your lips one last time before pulling away. 

“Oi, Fred!” George called his brother, a smirk on his lips as he hid behind a wall. 

Fred walked over to him, “What’s up, Georgie?”

George pointed at the two of you ahead of him, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. Oliver leaned down to kiss you again, this time backing you up against the wall to deepen the kiss. George grinned knowing that he won the bet. The younger twin held out his hand, “Five sickles, please.” 

Fred rolled his eyes, fishing in his pocket to get the money he now owed his brother, “Here.” 

George replied in a sing-song voice, “Thank you.”

“Shut up.”

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Heyyyy write some sexy headcanons for Oliver Wood x F!Reader ;)

lissa... the way i love u LOL

(below: smut headcanons, f!reader, sub!oliver wood)

bye i literally think abt sub!oliver all fucking day 

he’s the neediest best boy

ok let’s do the rundown of some kinks

praise. lots of it. tell him how strong he looks after a workout. how handsome he is in his quidditch uniform. how he’s the best player hogwarts has ever seen. 

but also a teensy itty bitty degradation (in the softest most teasing way)

touch him before practice and make him recite his plans for the day

“c’mon what next? don’t tell me you’re too needy to remember?”

“a-ah lass, i don’t.. fuck... i don’t know.”

ok also hickeys/marking !! i dont wanna say he has a v v slight oral fixation but.. he’ll suck on your fingers. and ur neck. and ur thighs. and ur chest. and ur stomach. and--

u get the picture

mumbling “so pretty” against the marks he just made 🥺

and if u even breathe on his skin he’ll tremble so. imagine what a hickey or two would do

OH also edging/denial !!!! tell him he can’t cum until he wins the game and he’ll red-faced scream at harry to catch the snitch

hangry but it’s horny/angry

overall as long as ur cumming he’s happy

like he’s needy and whiny but only bc it’s been 0.34 seconds since he pleasured u last and he’s having withdrawals

“am i doing good? wanna make you cum so bad. please.”

bye im h-word

dom!reader night 💋