#oliver wood x shy!reader

[pappydaddy]

the tales of the infatuated (o.w.)

a/n: i am back and (hopefully) ready to write lovelies!

tv show/movie: harry potter

pairing: oliver wood x fem!shy!gyffindor!reader

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part one - there are parallels so read this one first please!

description: tales of oliver and y/n's relationship following the events of the woes of the highly overdramatic

warning: the reader is shy and beats herself up about it (slightly). please, as a shy person myself, never think being shy is bad or wrong in any way. being shy is 100% okay!

note: reader wears a lot of scarves and uses them to kind of hide when embarrassed.

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  The air was filled with a sort of muddy smell. The kind of smell only found enjoyable since it meant spring was attacking the bitter cold, thawing the ground and bringing life back to the rather lifeless hills of Scotland. Oliver never really noticed the beauty within the changing of the seasons, all he noticed was that one day the scenery looked one way and the next it was different. Now, as he sat there, a warm cup of tea between his large, rough hands, listening to Y/N’s soft and naturally quiet voice talk about the changes in the season, he finally realized it was more than just disappearing snow or dying leaves. 

  “And look there, you see the small buds on that tree right outside the shop,” Y/N gasped quietly, her arm shooting out to point to the tree that was once sagging under the weight of the snow. “Look how small, but in a few weeks time, those will be beautifully coloured, large leaves full of life.” She hummed, hand nestling back on her own teacup. 

  Oliver looked from the window, towards her, eyes flicking over her face as she stared out the window in sheer amazement. Suddenly, the stubborn and slightly obsessed Gryffindor Quidditch Captain that normally oozes self-confidence and never does anything at leisure, found himself slowing down and enjoying it. Enjoying the seconds ticking by when he wasn’t working on plays. Enjoying the hours he has spent just looking at nature (and Y/N) and listening to her. Her voice was a little shaky and quiet, but it was the most beautiful sound to him. Even better than the sound of the crowd cheering whenever the Gryffindor team won another game. 

  Even in the moments of silence as she just existed, sipping her tea as she basked in his company. For someone who was so used to hanging around rambunctious and loud Quidditch players, he never thought silence and stillness could be so welcoming. Sure, being friends with Percy, he found himself surrounded by silence as Percy read in his presence, but Oliver would always do his own thing. It was never silent because his head was always busy and loud. Now, with Y/N, his brain was quiet. It was kind of comforting. 

  “Reckon we should make a quick trip to Honeydukes before it gets busy?” Oliver asked gently, not to startle her as he pulled her from her thoughts. A smile stretched onto her face, soft eyes sparking at him in the late afternoon spring sun. There was a sweet spot to visit the popular candy store. He had never thought of it before, he always just went to Honeydukes. It wasn’t until their relationship hit the four month mark that he noticed. 

  They had been out strolling around Hogsmeade. It was relatively quiet along the cobblestone streets as they walked in comfortable silence, Y/N’s eyes seeming to admire the world around them in awe - as if this was her first time in Hogsmeade. Oliver found his eyes glued to the corners, watching her, his heart thumping in a way that both calmed him and scared him. The noise of the rambunctious groups pooling in and out of Honeydukes made her stutter in her steps, her body stiffening as her eyes shifted to the large crowd. 

  His own eyes shifting from her, he observed the ruckus without panic, but it was obvious she was. As they slowly sauntered closer to the mass of people, her body seemed to become more stiff, her pace slowing. “Hey, how about we just sit on this bench here? I kinda want to just sit without for a little bit.” Oliver suggested, gesturing to a bench that sat not far from them. 

  She looked at it, open-mouthed, before looking back at Oliver. “But it’s covered in snow,” She blinked up at him. Oliver shrugged, walking over to it. She followed easily, their joined hands keeping them attached. “Are you sure, Oliver? I don’t want to make you sit out in the cold.” She pointed out. She knew he was just doing it because she was nervous around crowds and the possibility of a forced conversation..  

  “It’s early March, it’s starting to warm up,” He brushed her off. There was a nip in the air, but it was just enough to tinge the end of one's nose red. Part of him found this an added bonus because despite the scarf she kept nuzzling her face in, Y/N’s cheeks and nose would have that slight discoloration he loved so much. Sometimes he had to search for it, but it was there and he found it adorable. With his free hand, he brushed partially melted snow off the bench. “You can sit on my lap if you’re comfortable, I don’t want your pants to get wet.” He settled himself onto the bench, their hands still connected as she stood there apprehensively. 

  “You know, I am okay with going into Honeydukes, as long as you’re with me I can handle the crowd-” She was cut off by his hand leaving hers, his arms quickly wrapping around her waist to pull her down onto his lap. She squeaked out in shock, eyes widened. “Oliver! Warning would have been nice, you scared me!” She gasped despite the fact she seemed to melt into him. 

  “Sorry, Love,” He smiled, resting his chin on her shoulder. “But I wasn’t going to let you drag me into Honeydukes and sacrifice your comfort just because you think I am cold,” He pressed his lips to her cheek as she unburied her face from her scarf. “We’ll wait until it starts to calm down.” 

  “Well,” She hummed, trying to uncover her watch from under her coat and mittens. Oliver helped, rolling her oversized, knitted mitten down slightly, revealing the watch she always wore. “It usually calms down at forty after the hour, it’s the quietest part aside from just before close-”

  “Which isn’t an option because you don’t want the workers to think you’re ignorant coming into a shop five minutes before closing,” He finished for her. She looked into his eyes, the smile that was covered by her scarf evident through the gleam in her eyes. “We’ll wait five minutes then go in. Then, we can go to the Three Broomsticks because at that time, usually the Twins will be pulling off some sort of stunt outside of Zokos.” 

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  Y/N never thought of the Quidditch Pitch as a sanctuary for her to escape to. It was usually always loud in some way - or she thought it was. Boy, was she wrong. Before she met Oliver, she much preferred to avoid attention and noise. it was out of her comfort zone to be in fast paced social environments - such as Quidditch games. Oftentimes, she was usually found lounging in quiet areas of Hogwarts, but obviously, since dating Oliver, she frequented the Pitch more often. Either while he was practicing (team or alone) or while he was playing. More recently, she could be spotted under Oliver’s arm while he sat in the crowd watching the other team’s games. 

  Now, even when they didn’t make appearances at other games, their usual spot was always open. It was now known as Oliver and Y/N’s spots. Oliver had scouted them out once. Situated right at the top of the bleachers, Oliver had found a sweet spot where Y/N wouldn’t feel overwhelmed by over-eager people screaming. Sitting right next to the stairs, she could quickly escape if needed. When they were practicing, she sat in the front, her book carefully balanced on the edge of the railing. 

  Right now, she sat in her normal spot, the fall breeze whispering around her. Her large eyes were locked on Oliver as his brown eyes quickly moved around the pitch, watching everything with his incredible perceptive eyes. He always amazed her with his attention to detail - most likely from being such a good keeper. He noticed everything. He could sometimes spot the snitch before any of the Seekers. 

  “Hey, Y/N,” She blinked as she was startled by someone talking to her. Eyes searching the crowd in front of her, she spotted Seamus, his face painted in Gryffindor colours, a lion’s mane around his face. “Did Oliver tell you anything about his strategy in this game? Those nasty snakes are neck and neck with us! What is going through his head?” Seamus’ Irish accent got thicker and thicker as he got riled up. 

  She squeaked, face heating up as she felt a few people looking at her - also questioning the same thing. One thing about dating the captain, people had lots of questions and were upset when they were losing or had the possibility of falling behind in the game. “I-I’m not-” She swallowed thickly, pulling the scarf she wore up around her face, trying to hide within it. “Um, I don’t really, uh-” She licked her lips, a little bit of fuzz from the scarf falling catching on her lips and tongue. “No, he didn’t.” She answered, making everybody look away from her. 

  Sinking into her seat, her back against the wall, she let out a breath. Her eyes fluttered closed as she cursed herself. ‘I couldn’t even answer a simple question! Stupid. Godric!’ She beat herself up before she let her eyes open at the sound of a shrill whistle. Instantly, her eyes met Oliver’s brown eyes. They were consumed by concern and a little bit of anger, but she knew it was directed to the people who made her uncomfortable. 

  “Gryffindor wins with Harry Potter catching the snitch! Starting off the season strong!” Lee’s voice boomed through the sound system, causing the stands to erupt in cheers (aside from the Slytherins who sneered at everyone as per usual). She could feel Oliver’s eyes on her as she stood, pulling the scarf down to show him her beaming smile. Sending him a thumbs up, she turned and made her way down the stairs. 

  She knew he would be waiting impatiently on the pitch right next to the tunnel he knew she would emerge from. “You won!” She exclaimed. Even in celebration, her voice was soft and quiet, but her face glowed in a way that far outweighed any form of vocalization. Without a second thought, she launched herself into his arms, legs and arms wrapping around him as his wrapped around her waist. Flush against each other, their faces buried within each other’s necks, they simply stayed like that. Oliver rocked them slightly, hands gripping each other’s clothes. They held each other in the most innocently desperate way, celebrating by feeling each other’s energies. 

  “Are you okay? They shouldn’t have been questioning you like that,” Oliver whispered into her hair, his breath tickling her neck slightly. She squealed, barely pulling away at the feeling. She could feel a slight smile stretching onto Oliver’s face at the reaction, but he turned serious a second later. “Reckon I need to make it clear that they can’t do that again.” 

  “It’s fine, Oliver-” She pulled away from him, hands coming up to cup his face. They couldn’t hear the wolf-whistles from the Weasley Twins (well, Y/N didn’t but Oliver did and instantly knew they were going to be in for a rough next practice). She took a look at his serious face, knowing she wasn’t going to convince him not to teach them a lesson. “Fine, but intimidating stares and empty threats only.” She told him sincerely. 

  “Fine by me.” He agreed, leaning in to press his lips to hers. She blushed furiously, all too aware of people looking at them, but she leaned into the kiss anyway - too desperate for a kiss to care (care enough to stop kissing him, but she knew she would be thinking about people watching once his lips left hers). 

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  “It is blistering cold out Oliver, my fingers are about to fall off, where are we going?” Y/N questioned, her voice muffled by her scarf. He looked down at her, seeing her eyes securely behind the blindfold, both her hands gripping his arm the best they could with her oversized mittens. 

  “You will see in a minute.” He simply told her, making her huff. 

  “I don’t like surprises, Oliver.” She pouted, wiggling her face free from her scarf in order to show him the pout on her red tinged lips. She had a barely noticeable shade of lipstick on, wearing it specifically since it is her one-year anniversary with Oliver today. They were dressed nicely. Both had a pair of jeans and a warm sweater under their layers of winter wear. 

  “I know, Love, but you will like this one, I promise,” He reassured her, pressing a kiss to her hat-covered temple sweetly. She hummed, resting her head against Oliver’s bicep as he led her towards their destination, following in blindly. Looking down at her more as they slowly walked, he couldn’t help but let warmth bloom in his chest. Something about her snuggling into him as he led her to someplace, allowing him to lead her blindly. The amount of trust this showed she had in him warmed him against the bitter cold they walked in. “Okay, Love, we’re here.” 

  He could barely contain his smile as he gently pried her hands off him, walking behind her to untie the blindfold. “You took me to Greenhouse?” She questioned, eyes scanning the Greenhouse that stood in front of them.

  “Not any Greenhouse,” He exclaimed, carefully shuffling past her as they stood on a patch of ice. He pulled the small bit of cloth that covered the number on the door. Revealing the number one. “Greenhouse One! The Greenhouse I confessed my feelings to you in a year ago to this date. Even down to the hour!” He beamed as he opened the door for her. A blast of heat greeted them as he guided her into the room, a hand on her lower back to make sure she didn’t slip on the ice. 

  Her mouth fell open, looking around in amazement. The plants and tables that usually cluttered the center of the Greenhouse were pushed to the side, leaving space for a blanket and pillows to be laid out on the floor. Floating candles provided a flickering and a glowing amber light - the only light that illuminated the area aside from the winter sun that broke through the dirty windows on the Greenhouse in mini spotlights, dust swirling and dancing in them. 

  Turning around, Oliver closed the door, sealing the heat in the Greenhouse - the heating spell working brilliantly. When he turned around, he found his breath leaving him at the sight before him. She slowly walked further into the Greenhouse, eyes dancing around in amazement as she peeled her winter clothes off, starting with her hat and scarf. The golden rays hit her, illuminating her as if she were a work of art - just like they did a year ago at this time. As she pulled her mittens off, she reached out, touching the plant with the softest, most caring touch. Humming, she let the leaf of the plant go before dropping everything including her coat to the ground. 

  “This is beautiful, Oliver. I love it,” She whispered, looking back at him, eyes meeting his eyes in a zing like jolt, bringing him from his daze. He wanted to say the cliche line of ‘breathtakingly beautiful’ as he looked at her, but he was too taken by her standing there. All he could really do was stride towards her. ““Um, Oliver,” She whispered in a shaky voice as he didn’t say anything back to her, but his eyes were set with intent. “A-are you going to say something-” 

  She was cut off by his lips falling upon hers, his hands resting on her waist. They stumbled slightly from the force of his lips, but his hands gripped onto her waist, steadying them as her hands reached up to cup his cheeks, her lips moving with his in a sweet kiss. All their kisses were sweet. Innocent but rough (that thanks to Oliver’s need to show her how much he loved her). They stood there, lips locked in among the variety of beautifully growing plants, the smell of fresh soil and the fragrant tropical plants in the back corner of the Greenhouse - absorbed each other’s energies like the leaves of a plant absorbing sunlight; warm and energising. 

  “I love you.” He spoke against her lips before connecting their lips together. He was shocked when her hands were pushing his face away from hers, unable to pull herself away from the kiss due to him holding her flush against him, her back arching slightly.

  “I love you too, Oliver. So much.” She confessed to him, her wide eyes staring into his eyes, sparks exploding in her stomach as their eyes whispered heartwarming love between each other. And just like that, they both knew that the tales they would be telling until their last breaths would be tales of the infatuated, but Percy probably already knew that when he told Oliver everything that day.

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 3.8k words Kink: Masturbation Warnings: NSFW, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, swearing, praise kink... A/N: I know I'm super late on updating, but I managed to finish this last night. I'm working as hard as I can to get your content nice and ready! Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. Thank you!

"Eddie!"

He walked toward the back of his home, down the narrow hallway where his bedroom lay at the end to the left. As he ran a hand through his unruly hair, he raised a brow and leaned in the door frame.

"What?" he wondered, peering over at you standing with your back to him. You'd just come in here to grab one of his jackets after remarking that you were cold, despite the fact that there were plenty of blankets in the living room.

He hadn't expected what came next.

You turned around, a large, amused grin on your face as you held a magazine by the very tip of the corner between your fingers and turned toward him. "Is this really the stuff you look at?" you asked as you let him get a good look.

Eddie's brown eyes went wide as saucers as he recognized his Playboy magazine, the object heavily abused as its crinkly pages, some crudely glued together, opened up to show the images inside.

He snatched the magazine from your hand with a ferocity that had you flinching, amused by the whole situation as his face turned a bright red.

"You horny bastard!" you exclaimed in a fit of laughter.

"Why do you even have this?" he asked, stuffing it in the first drawer he can get his hands on and shoving it closed. He let his head fall onto the wood with a hard thump, the embarrassment sinking into his shoulders. You'd only been dating a month and a half, and this was not what he was expecting to happen so soon.

You giggled a little bit, wiping at your eyes. "I swear I wasn't snooping," you said quickly. "I just picked up your jacket off the bed and this was under it."

He groaned. "Did you… did you look through it?"

It was your turn to get a little shy, still trying to maintain the humor so as not to embarrass him too much as you sat down at the edge of his bed. "I mean… I tried but it was a little hard to, seeing as the pages were a little…messy."

A loud groan left him then, and you laughed a little more sympathetically. You walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to ease his nerves as you rested your head there. "Baby, it's okay. It's not embarrassing or anything. You don't have to be so shy."

"This is not how I expected today to go," he mumbled, accepting your olive branch with a timid arm around your waist to pull you in closer. He never lifted his head to let you see his face, but he did transfer himself from his drawer to you as he rested his forehead against your chest and let you hold him as he hid himself away. You chuckled lightly and rubbed his back.

After a long stretch of silence, you became timid as you spoke again. "I…I noticed some of the pages were…freshly crafted." For lack of a better word. He groaned again. You hid your face in his hair.

"I'm sorry you saw that. That's embarrassing," he said, his voice muffled by your chest.

You shook your head. "It's not embarrassing. It's not like it isn't normal. I mean…" you try to ignore the heat in your face as you continue, "it's not like I don't do it myself."

He lifted his head a little, and you turned your face away. His lips pulled in a tiny grin. "Say that again?"

You rolled your eyes. "Well, obviously, I don't jizz all over magazines so much that I can't even open them."

"Gross," he said firmly.

"You're gross. You're the one that did it."

"Ugh!"

He pulled away from you, and you felt cold, but you just laughed to yourself and circled back to his bed. He watched you fall to your knees and lift the covers to look underneath it. "Is the sock thing true?" you asked, searching for the socks in question.

He rolled his eyes and tried not to feel so gross. "Why?"

"I'm just curious. One of my friends brought it up but…I dunno, now I'm curious." You shrugged, looking again until he forced the covers down to block your view. You looked up at him, wide eyes taunting but also very amused and curious.

After a while, he just sighed. "Yes. The sock thing is true."

Your eyes widened even more somehow, and you dropped your jaw. "Really? Why?"

He walked away and plopped down onto his bed, watching you scramble to join him as you sat at the other end, finally pulling his jacket on as you did. "It's a texture thing."

You snorted, and he raised a brow. "Is the pillow thing true?"

You felt hot in the face as you stared at him. You cleared your throat. "Uhm… Yeah, I guess."

He briefly imagined you sitting atop your bed with a pillow shoved between your legs, desperately riding it with a face contorted in pleasure. Fuck, now he needed a pillow to cover his new erection. He was a fucking pervert.

He was next to clear his throat. "You guess?"

You shrugged, both of you feeling very warm but trying not to show it too much. Sure, you had talked briefly about intimate things before, but your relationship was relatively new and you had never actually done anything yet. You couldn't help imagining him putting his hands on you and taking you.

"I…I don't personally do that one a lot," you mumbled.

"No?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Why's that?"

You shrugged again. "I don't know."

"You're not a horndog like me?" he half-joked, laughing lightly and shifting (hopefully subtly) to try and cover his crotch.

You laughed back at him. "No, I think I am, especially–"

You cut yourself off quickly, close your mouth and bowing your head. He raised an intrigued brow. "Especially…what?"

You cleared your throat, fiddling with your fingers as you started down at them to avoid looking at him. "Especially…when I think about you?" You rephrased, too upset with how much of a question it sounded. "You make me very…excited."

He smiled, grazing your hand. "Well…you almost make me very excited."

You hid your face away, trying not to show how much he affected you as you poorly pretended not to smile.

A silence befell you before his voice was filling the silence with timid conversation. "If you don't mind me asking…how do you do it?"

You looked up at him through your lashes, your lips parting as you held your breath for a moment. "How do I…do it?"

"Yeah," he muttered gently. He quickly added on as reassurance, "You don't have to answer, of fucking course. I was just wondering–"

"No, it's okay…" You had cleared your throat one too many times by this point but you just sighed anyway. You didn't look him in the eyes as you said it, you couldn't. "Well, I…my hand is easiest, I think. I don't have a ton of options though."

He shrugged. "Me, too," he admitted in a sigh. He scratched the back of his neck, hoping you didn't see the very obvious red tint on his cheeks. "I mean, clearly I have more options. But, like…s'the easiest way to do it."

You nodded gently. "So…have you…" You've come this far. Just ask the question. "Have you ever done it with anyone else?"

He raised his brows, glancing around a little. "What, like…sex? Or jerking off?" You nodded. "I've had sex once or twice, but I've never…jerked off in front of somebody."

Again, you nodded thoughtfully.

"Have you? Ever had sex or something?"

You shrugged. "I mean, I've blown a guy before but that's really…it for me."

"So you're a virgin?"

"In the way that counts," you said, a little quieter that time. Eddie could see how you shrunk a little, playing with your hair to avoid having to look at him.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, if you are. I promise. I mean, my two times weren't even that great, if I'm being honest."

You smiled, reassured. Your eyes glanced down to the pillow in his lap, and you contained your giggle for his sake. "Are you hard right now?"

His eyes widened a little, and he shifted. "No." You raised a brow. "Maybe." You bit your lip absently. "Okay, yes. But can you really blame me?"

You chuckled lightly, reaching a hand out to take his, playing with his rings for a moment out of nerves. "You can totally say no, but can I…" you took a breath in, "Can you show me how you do it?"

There was no way you couldn't see his dick poking out of the pillow, Eddie was sure of it. "You," he cleared his throat when his voice cracked. "You want to see me do it?"

You squeezed his hand gently, speaking quickly. "Not if you don't want to. God, I swear I don't–"

"Baby, calm down," he smiled. "You don't gotta freak out on me." He watched you visibly calm, holding his hand in your lap to keep yourself calm as he smiled sweetly at you. His other hand found your lap as well, this one rubbing your thigh gently.

"If you really wanna see it, I'll show you, but I've never done this kinda thing before so…just bear with me."

You nodded gently. "Okay."

Slowly, he let go of your hand and ignored the pounding of his heart. Patting your thigh, he took a breath for courage and moved the pillow off his lap. You flushed at the sight of the bulge in his sweatpants, very obvious and very there.

You felt very warm, and it might have been the jacket, but the heat between your legs suggested otherwise.

You watched him dip his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth and biting down on it. He pulled himself out of his pants, and you sighed.

He was big, long with quite a bit of girth. The tip was flushed red, hard and already leaking precum. You stared at him, unable to look away as you watched him stroke his fingers along the underside of it.

"You okay?" You looked up and met his eyes, flushing a little more when you realized you were gaping at his cock.

You cleared your throat and nodded. "Yes. Yeah, I'm okay. It's just…big."

He chuckled lightly. "Not as big as my ego now." You rolled your eyes.

You watched as he slowly, timidly stroked  himself, using his fingers to trace the vein and squeezing his palm around his tip. A muffled grunt slipped from his lips, a tiny "fuck" following after. 

You rubbed your palms against your thighs, sighing heavily as you watched. You were so worked up now, it was hard to refrain. "Can I…" you licked your lip. "Can I touch myself?"

He cursed under his breath again, the idea of you asking him to touch your own body went straight to his cock and he felt it throb in his hand.

"Yeah, sweetheart," he sighed. "You can touch yourself."

You licked your lips again, undoing the button and zipper of your shorts and moving slowly to slip them all the way off your legs. He swore he was going to lose his mind as he laid eyes on your panties, decorated with a small bow on the front.

You bit your lip, your gaze glued to his cock in his hand as you dipped your own into your panties, your breath hitching when you found contact with your clit between your closed legs. You sighed, letting your legs fall open a little more as you allowed your nerves to ease.

Eddie breathed a tiny groan. "Can I touch you, sweetheart?"

You nodded, your lashes fluttering as you did so. He reached a hand out and placed it on your knee. With a gentle touch, he spread your legs wider to get a better view of your fingers massaging your clit beneath the cloth.

He cursed again, stopping what he was doing to pull his sweatpants off, leaving his legs completely bare as he showed himself off to you. His legs were spread, framing either side of your body to reveal the barbed wire tattoo wrapping twice around his thigh and his hard cock and heavy balls on full display. He was well trimmed, a stark contrast to his wild head of hair as messy as ever.

You watched him lean toward his bedside table, spreading a pump of lotion in his palm and stroking his cock as a deep groan erupted from his throat. He pumped his cock, starting off a little slower before letting his pace quicken again as he watched you.

You followed his lead, sliding your panties down your legs. "Oh, fuck," he breathed when he watched you thrust your fingers inside of you. Your cunt spread around them and let you push them deep. You were so wet, a tiny squelch came from you as you pulled them out and pushed them back in.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he sighed. He noticed your legs closing a little, your knees drawing together as you shied away a bit. Eddie’s hand landed gently on your knee, shaking his head a little as he tutted. “No, no. Don’t hide from me, sweetheart, I want to see you.”

You let them fall open again, sighing as you brushed your thumb over your clit. You whispered his name. You didn’t know what else to say after, his name was just so sweet on your lips, like candy.

“‘M right here, baby,” he hummed. “You look so good touchin’ yourself in my jacket.” You moaned again and his smile widened. “Yeah, you like that? You like when I compliment you? You like it when I tell you how beautiful you are, that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”

You nodded quickly, reaching out to grab his free hand as your eyes fluttered around the pleasure. He held onto yours and smiled. You watched him continue to stroke his cock, slick with lotion and precum. You licked your lips, “Can I…Can I do it?”

“Do what?” he asked. “You wanna touch my cock, pretty girl?” You nodded, humming as you did. His lashes fluttered a little and he nodded. “Yeah, you can touch me. Whatever you want.”

You huffed a sigh, pulling your hands out of you with a small squelching sound as you reached out to take his cock in your hand. His head fell back and his hips jerked when you touched him, your fingers, slick with your arousal, wrapping around him and slowly stroking the length of him.

You pumped your hand up and down, starting a steady rhythm from base to tip as you watched a little more precum seep from his tip and onto your thumb. “Fuck, Eddie,” you moaned, watching him react to your touch like he was being blessed by an angel. You looked up at him, “Will you touch me?”

He cursed under his breath again. “Yeah, I’ll touch you, sweetheart.” His hand found you, sliding between your folds and moaning when he felt how wet you were. He massaged his finger along your slick cunt before pushing his middle finger slowly inside of you. Your mouth fell open, making your moan quite loud.

He moved slowly at first, easing you into it to coax you closer toward your pleasure. You kept stroking him, your pussy squeezing around his finger and fluttering when you felt his cold ring press up against you.

After a long moment, Eddie added another finger as he pressed his ring finger inside of you. You clenched around him even more, your body shuttering at the feeling of it. “You like that?” he asked. “Fuck, you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight.”

“Shit,” you cursed. “Curl your f-fingers.” You raised your hand a little to show him, making a small scooping motion with your fingers to demonstrate. He copied you and your mouth fell open as he did, closing your eyes shut as the pleasure blossomed through your body, threatening to make your legs shake with it. “Mm—yes. Right there.”

Eddie’s free hand stroked the length of your leg at his side, coming up to your knee and then down your thigh before doing it again. He watched adoringly as you reacted to him, pleasuring you just how you liked it. Your hand pumped his cock up and down, massaging his tip with your thumb just to feel the precum smearing over your fingers.

He groaned. “Squeeze, baby.” He felt your cunt squeeze around his fingers, pulling another moan from you as you did. He smiled wide, chuckling lightly as he corrected himself. “Your hand. Squeeze your hand, baby.”

You did, tightening your grip around his cock. He groaned roughly. “Fuck, just like that. You’re doin’ so well.” He repositioned his hand so his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing gently as he began working you closer to your climax.

You sighed his name again, flicking your wrist doing your best to keep up. He watched you closely, adoring you in every way he can as you become more and more disheveled.

It didn’t take long, between his cock in your hand and his fingers stretching you out more than your own ever could, you were already so close to your breaking point as you felt yourself building higher and higher. You pumped him faster in your palm, leaning even closer to him.

“Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He nodded, grunting at the way your hand tightened again. “Me, too, baby. Me, too.” He massaged his fingers inside of you, curling against that specific part that made you moan a little louder. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my fingers. You can do it.”

His thumb kept rubbing at your clit, and you felt the coil in your belly snap as your pleasure got the better of you, blinding you in ecstasy as you closed your eyes and moaned roughly. “Eddie!” you exclaimed, breathing in deeply and squeezing around his fingers. “Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

As you gushed around his fingers, your hand fell out of rhythm as you stroked lazily at his swollen tip. Eddie huffed as he reached his own release, spurred on by your whimpers and moans and whispers of his name. His hips jerked up into your hand, using your palm to fuck himself through his orgasm as you moaned loudly. “Ahh, fuck, baby.” Your name fell from his lips like a prayer, treating you like an angel once again. You watched the hot spurts of his cum shoot out from his cock and coat your hand, the sheets.

The lightness in your limbs faded and left you feeling heavy as the pleasure clouding your mind slowly cleared. You huffed, breaking off into a moan at the end when he pulled his hand from you. Your lazy eyes found his and your spent clit throbbed as you watched him pulling his slick-coated fingers into his mouth.

Again, you followed his lead, bringing your own fingers to your mouth to lick his cum off your hand. He cursed again. You were fucking perfect.

“Come here,” he said as he reached hand around the back of your head and pulled you in. His lips met yours, wrapping you in a passionate kiss as he tasted you. He licked at your lips, between them. You hummed against him as you leaned into it. You kissed back with just as much desperation, loving the way he treated you.

When you pulled back, you stared at his kiss-swollen lips and smiled. “You’re amazing,” you breathed.

He smiled, his eyes blown wide. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He kissed your lips again, gentler that time. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

You licked your lips, “Perfect.”

He chuckled lightly, sharing your sentiment. “Just wait ‘til we actually fuck.”

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder, shaking your head and laughing. “Fuck, I can’t.”

He kissed the side of your head, affection and happy to have you in his arms as he wrapped his around you. “You really do look good in my jacket. You should steal it more often.”

“It’s mine now,” you smiled, muffled by his shoulder.

He laughed, a loud sound that echoed in his chest and warmed your own. “It’s yours now. As long as I still get to wear it.”

You sighed. “I guess…”

“Thanks.” He pulled you away from his shoulder to kiss you again, brushing his thumb tenderly over your cheek and smiling fondly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“And these sheets, too,” you chuckled lightly. “We came all over them.”

“Yes, we did,” he mumbled.

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Being Weird Is Cool

(SingleDad!Eddie Munson x SingleMom!Reader)

Summary: You and your son are new to Hawkins and meet Eddie and his daughter at the park. WK: 1.7K

Warnings: None really, this is just a fluffy sweet little self indulgent meet cute. Eddie and Reader are in their mid 20s and their kids are around 5 going into Kindergarten. Modern AU. Reader is implied to be alternative but it doesn’t have to be read that way.🩵 But as always, my blog is still 18+

A/N: So this is just a cute little blurb that came to me. I always see single dad Eddie but I hardly ever see single mom reader so I thought this would be cuteee. My son has a speech condition and I never see kids with special needs in fics so this is just something small n cute n close to my heart. Maybe I’ll turn it into a series of blurbs about these four, we will see. If anyone has any ideas/requests for these four I’d totally be open to writing them. 🤭🖤Part 2 - My Masterlist - Series Masterlist

“Excuse me, is that your child?”

You looked up from your phone, hearing the voice of an irritated sounding woman, ready to defend your son at a moment's notice. But when you looked up she wasn’t talking to you, she was standing in front of the man who was sitting on the bench next to yours. A scowl on her face, her hands on her hips, and a pudgy little boy with tears in his eyes and chocolate smudged all over him by her side. She tilted her head towards the little girl across the playground that had been playing with your son since you got here. She was very clearly this man’s daughter by the way the unruly brown curls on their heads matched. She was sitting on the ground next to your son with her hand on his shoulder, seemingly comforting him.

“Yeah, she’s mine. What’s up?” The man sounded annoyed, rightfully so.

“Well, she just made my son cry.” The woman scoffed.

He raised an eyebrow at her, looking at your kids then back at her.

“What happened?”

“Apparently she yelled in his face and pushed him over, you really need to teach your daughter how to behave.” The woman’s dirty blonde ponytail that was so tight it looked like it was going to make her eyes bulge he out of her head waved from side to side as she spoke.

“Charlotte! Can you come over here please?” The man called to his daughter, waving her over.

You watched as she stood, dusting wood chips off her black white colored dress before reaching her hand out to your son. She pulled him behind her as she walked over with a determined look on her face.

“Daddy! That little boy was mean to my friend! He told him he was weird and was mocking fun of his voice!” She stomped a little black booted foot and pointed her finger towards the boy in question.

“Charlotte… honey, did you push him over?” He asked her as he stood to his feet, crouching down so he was eye level with her.

At this point you had fully turned your body in their direction, ready to intervene.

“Oli, are you okay baby?” You asked him gently.

“Mommy!!!” He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your legs, burying his face into your knees.

“What happened honey?” You ran your fingers through his hair and he buried his face further into you. You look over at the man beside you, who looks at you apologetically before turning back to his daughter.

“Char… did you push that boy over there?”

“Yes! But-“

“Hey, no buts, okay? We don’t push people no matter what they do, it's not okay to push.” He told her and he gently rested a large ringed hand on her little shoulder.

“Okay daddy…” she looked down at her little feet with her hands behind her back, bashful.

“Now, do you want to tell me what happened? Calmly.” He titled his head so she was looking him in the eyes again and she pouted. “Come on baby, we can’t fix it if we don’t know.”

“Her PUSHED me! I was just trying play with them and she yelled and pushed!” The little boy spoke up, pointing at her from behind his moms legs.

“No! No! Mean!” Your son, Oliver, who was normally very soft spoken and shy raised his head from your knees to yell at the other boy.

“Okay whoa whoa whoa, let’s everybody calm down.” You looked down at Oli and smiled, rubbing soft circles on his back to try and keep him calm.

“Hey sweetie, your name is Charlotte, right?” You asked her.

“Mhm” She stuck her bottom lip out and nodded.

“Can you tell us what happened please?”

“Yes! That kid!” She pointed and glared at the chocolate covered boy “was being mean to MY new friend! He was mocking fun of his voice and calling him weird! But that’s just not nice!”

It didn’t take you long to figure out what she meant, Oliver was a late talker and very shy. He didn’t talk much and when he did it was only to people he was comfortable with. This wasn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last time this happened. Most parents didn’t take the time to teach their kids that everyone is different so you’ve had to take it upon yourself to explain it to them on more than one occasion.

“So that other little boy was being mean to Oli about his voice and you stood up for him, right?”

“Yes! I didn’t want him to play with us and he wouldn’t go away and kept mocking fun of him! so I told him my dad said being weird is cool and I MADE him go away!” She was still stomping her little foot and pointing her little finger at the kid and you had to hold in a laugh at how cute she was.

“Well thank you for standing up for him honey, that’s very sweet of you. But I don’t think your daddy wants you to push people even if they’re mean, right?” You look over to her dad and make eye contact, silently asking for backup.

“Yeah baby, it’s very nice of you to stand up for your friend but I want you to apologize to that little boy for pushing him over, okay?” He put his hand on her back and tilted his head toward the boy and his mother.

“Well is him gonna say sorry? To my friend?” She narrowed her eyes at her father and looked between him and the other child.

“He has nothing to say sorry for! You pushed him! And maybe his mother needs to teach him how to communicate better!” She definitely should not have fucking said that.

“Fucking excuse me???” You stood up and walked past Oliver and straight up to the woman’s pinched face. “We were trying to do the right thing and teach our kids that hitting is never okay but if you want to play it like that?? Okay. How about you teach your son how to treat people? That everyone’s different and it’s not okay to just talk down to people because you don’t understand them? How about you wipe his fucking face and get the fuck out of mine before I show them that maybe hitting isn’t so bad after all.” You practically growled, your eyes boring into hers.

“You people are fucking insane, who let people like you even have children??” She gasped before turning on her heel and leaving the park, dragging her son behind her.

“Fucking bitch.” You scoffed, turning to Oliver and crouching down in front of him. “You okay baby?”

“Yeah mama, okay.” He smiled at you and gave you a thumbs up.

“That was fucking awesome.” The man next to you chuckled and slapped his thigh. “Her face!! She couldn’t even believe you were talking to her like that!!” He laughed.

You looked over at him and smiled, this was the first time you were really looking at him and wow. He was beautiful. You had already noticed his hair but now that you’re looking directly at him you can see his pretty brown eyes, and plush pink lips. When he smiles you see two cute little dimples appear on each side of his mouth and he’s dressed really cute too. Ripped jeans, old band tee, beat up sneakers and a leather jacket. Damn.

“I promise you that is not the first time I’ve dealt with a woman like that and I’m positive it will not be the last.” You chuckled.

“Well you handled it like a goddess, if I was a woman I might’ve punched her.”

“Well I absolutely wanted to.” You both started busting up laughing.

“I’m Eddie, by the way, and you already met Charlotte.” He smiled at you and extended his hand, you took it and told him your name in return.

“And this is Oliver, who you already kinda sorta not really met.” You gestured to your son and Charlotte came bounding over.

“Oli! You want play with me still?” She smiled big at him.

“Yep! Mhm!” He clapped.

“Gotta catch meeeee then!!!!” She ran off towards the playground and he went chasing after her.

“You’re a good dad, not a lot of kids take the time to understand that other kids are different, just because they aren’t taught that at home. You clearly teach her well.” You said with a smile.

“Yeah, I try to teach her that everyone’s different. I mean look at me, it’s not like I had the easiest time growing up, or even now other parents judge me and look down on me for being a single dad and well, just being me. I never want her to feel like that.” He watched his daughter run after your son with a fond smile.

“Yeah” You looked down at your own ripped jean shorts and tights and smiled. “Yeah, I think I get that.”

“Are you guys new in town? I haven’t seen you around and I think I’ve seen everyone in this town at least once”

“Oh, yeah, me and him just moved here last week so we don’t really know anyone yet. I’m hoping once the kids start school next month he will have a bit of an easier time making friends.” You sighed. “He’s just really shy, he has a hard time talking and he gets really nervous.”

“Well, it looks like he already has one friend.” He smiled at you and pointed towards the playground where Oli was pushing Charlotte on the swing.

“Looks like it.” You looked over at Eddie and smiled.

“And that goes for you too, you know? You have one friend now too, if you want.” He smiled at you hopefully, those cute dimples showing.

“Yeah? I think I’d like that.” You felt your face warm when you smiled back at him.

“We were going to get ice cream after this, do you guys want to come? It’s just down the street we usually walk from here.”

“That actually sounds really nice Eddie, thank you.”

“KIDS!!! Ice cream!!?!!” He yelled the magic words and huge grins spread across both their faces as they came running full speed towards you.

Maybe Hawkins wouldn’t be so bad.

[gentlyweeps-world]

Confessions

summary: You and Logan open up after some alcohol.

pairing: logan sargeant x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, none

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

It was well known that you and Logan liked each other, at least it was well known between your friend group.

The longing glances in crowded rooms, shy smiles being shared, always ending up besides one another, always being fidgety around each other, truly the list goes on.

You didn’t pick up on any of it, mostly focused on the fact that “he’s a Formula One driver, why would he ever be interested in me”.

“You know that’s bullshit right?” Your friend Stella says, moving around the bathroom as she adjusts her hair and makeup.

“Well I think it’s perfectly reasonable and logical..” You grumble out, rolling your eyes at her.

It was summer break, your friends and you free from University, and Logan free from Formula One for a tiny while, and with that your friend group decided why not rent out a cabin in the woods with a pool. Wanting to relax and party, let loose as some would say.

“Listen to yourself Y/n! You are completely delusional!” Your other friend, Morgan says, leaning against the door frame to the bathroom. “If I had those situations with a guy you’d be screaming at me to wake up and realize we’re perfect together..” She adds on.

After a moment of silence you finally reply, “Fair point..” You say with a small sight, touching up your own hair and makeup.

“Well I think we look hot so let’s go out and drink!” Stella says with a cheer, ushering you and Morgan outside and to the fire pit, where the other guys were waiting, beers and seltzers at the ready.

Chairs were situated around the fire pit, obviously, you take a seat next to Logan, gratefully accepting the seltzer he handed you.

“So how do you think this night will end?” He asks with a grin, glancing at you then back to the flaming fire, taking a drink of his beer.

“Hmm, Morgan and Dalton will end up hooking up again and…” You say pausing, looking around at your friends laughing and drinking around the fire, “Stella will end up relentlessly flirting with Oliver..” You finish with a grin.

“Honestly..not a bad guess..” He says with a grin and chuckle, eyes twinkling as he looks at you. Now of course you didn’t realize the way he looked at you, “So..how’s the racing life treating you?” You ask, as if you hadn’t been invited and gone to some Grand Prixs and didn’t stalk his social media.

“To be honest, this break is welcomed, and just needed.” He replies, sipping on his beer and looking at you. You give him a soft smile, knowing the truth behind his words. “It’ll let up, I know it will..” You say softly, “Anyway- let’s talk about something fun!” You add on.

“Like what? You know there isn’t much other than racing and cars to me.” He grins.

“You’re boring..” You grumble out jokingly, “Any girls in your life now that you’re a hot shot in F1?” You ask teasingly, truly just wanting to know.

Even if you asked your friends many times, and they’ve said he isn’t seeing anyone, you still needed to hear it from him. “Well..” He pauses for a moment, deciding to make you sweat just a bit. “Not currently..but there’s potential in someone, I think.” He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

“Well I won’t grill you for any more information then..” You say with a smile, drinking your seltzer.

———

Hours have passed now, you and Logan are the only two out in front of the fire now, alcohol flowing through your veins as you and Logan giggle and laugh, sharing stories back from high school.

“You know, you’re beautiful when you laugh.” The comment slips out so easy it surprises even Logan. “Damn it..I mean..” He pauses for a moment before chuckling.

You could notice his face flushing up, dimples on show as he awkwardly smiles and chuckles. “Well- you’re pretty handsome when you laugh..” You say drunkenly with a grin.

“Wait- do you remember when we were younger and- and we were having a sleep over- which why did our parents let us do that? Anyway! During that night you had fallen asleep on my shoulder- you looked so cute like that..” You mumble out, slurring your words as you smile thinking back on that memory.

“Are you saying I can still be cute..?” He asks teasingly, smirk on his lips as his cheeks are turning a soft pink. “Well yes of course that’s a stupid question..” You say, rolling your eyes.

There was a beat of silence, you could only make out the crackling fire, crickets and owls in the background. “Can I kiss you?” Logan asks hurriedly, with not much thought behind his words.

Although it was a simple question, it had left you stunned. Eyes wide and lips parted. You could make out the instant regret on his face, “Shit- I’m sorry Y/n..pretend I didn’t say that” He rushes out, regret and disappointment clear in his eyes.

“Yes..yes you can kiss me..” You speak up finally, shock and surprise wearing off.

Logan didn’t have time to think because he leans forward rapidly, his fingertips touching your cheeks and his other hand making its way to the back of your head as his lips press up against yours. He kisses you gently, wanting to take you up in his arms right now but he knows that would be going too far.

“Sorry I took so long to do that..” He murmurs between kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.

“It’s okay..you’re doing it now..” You whisper out, moving to a more comfortable position, and tangling your fingers into his blonde hair.

Logan lets out a moan of content, placing his forehead against yours and letting himself be lost in the moment.

“Mhmm..” He whispers softly, his hands roaming along your back and down to your waist. “I have wanted to do this for so long....”

“Why didn’t you do it sooner?” You ask, eyes sparkling with admiration as you look at him.

The words are still slurred due to the alcohol and it’s effects are strong right now. “I wanted to, trust me.” He responds, eyes never leaving yours. “But I was worried your would have laughed at me and rejected me..” He replies, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was a valid reason, yet you would have never rejected him.

“Logan I’ve liked you since grade school..I wouldn’t have rejected you..” You say with a soft smile. “You liked me back..?” He asks with a shocked tone to his voice, his smile widening. “I guess I missed all of the signs you threw at me.” Logan laughs, kissing you again then resting his forehead against yours, you could feel his heat radiating against your skin.

“We both definitely missed the signs..” You say with a giggle, your body warm and tingling, not just because of the alcohol.

“Maybe we’re both just idiots.” He says laughing, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you as close as he can. Logan is enjoying this moment, and it is obvious that you are as well. You could feel his breath against your skin, his fingers tracing along your back ever so gently.

“Definitely..” You murmur out in content, happy the pieces finally came together.

“Let’s go Logan! Woo!!” You could hear Dalton cheer from the cabin. You and Logan look at each other with sheepish grins and flushed faces.

Logan gives you a grin, taking your hand and standing up with you. “Oh god that idiot..” He shrugs it off as he pulls you along to the cabin.

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the best day with you today |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: after the fostering and now adoption of oliver, eddie navigates life as a father. or the first time eddie is called "dad".

contains: life ruining fluffy angst. dad!eddie, mom!reader, mentions of past trauma, foster care, adoption, shitty parents, but really just cutesy fluff.

Wayne had been shocked to see them, Eddie and Oliver. Oliver in his sneakers and zip up hoodie, padding behind the older man up the stairs, sneaker clad steps against the creaking wood. He looked better since the first time he saw him, Wayne decided. A far cry from the scraggly, scared little thing with wide eyes that darted around the room at anything that he was when he first came. He looked more relaxed, confident- loved.

He'd looked so much like Eddie then. Looked so much like that same scared boy with a shaved head and nervous eyes that Wayne saw when Eddie'd first came to live with him. It made his heart twist with uncomfortable sympathy at the time, the parallels between the two. But now, Wayne was proud. The boy looked better- his grandson, officially.

Wayne had been there the day the judge announced the adoption, just shy of three weeks ago. Standing in the court room, lips pressed in a watery boasted smile, standing next to your parents, trying to hide his tears while Eddie beamed down at the young boy. You both looked so proud, so full of love. He knew the two of you would love Oliver the way he deserved, how a child should be loved and adored and doted on. It made his chest swell with pride, proud he’d raised such a good man. Wayne bragged on the two of you every chance he got, boasted to everyone about his grandson. Standing in grocery lines chatting to strangers- something he never did before- pulling a picture out of his wallet to show anyone who'd let him Ollie’s school pictures, laminated photos of them fishing, brag about his stellar report card.

"What're you two doin'?" Wayne grinned wide, lines around his eyes crinkling. The screen door to the trailer creaked loudly when he leaned against it. "Didn't know you were stoppin' by."

Eddie hugged his uncle briefly in greeting. "Hope we're not bothering you." He offered, but he knew they weren't. Wayne's small scoff assured him of that.

"You know you never bother me." Wayne shook his head. "'Specially not when you bring my favorite boy around." He grinned down at Oliver. "How you doin', Ollie? Gimme a hug, boy."

Oliver smiled back in greeting, throwing his arms around Wayne, a tight hug that only a child could give. Wayne was glad he was still small, still giving hugs. He was ten now, nearly eleven, growing more and more everyday.

"What brings you two over? Myrtle's comin' over in a few. We're gonna watch our program if ya like to stay." Wayne offered. Myrtle, from two trailers down, and Wayne had been in a casual fling for as long as you knew them. Eddie always shook his head when you asked him, shrugging and rolling his eyes at his uncle.

Oliver’s ears perked up at the mention of the older woman. He adored Myrtle, loved the records she played, and more importantly, that she made the best brownies in the world. She was always sneaking him a sweet treat, a tight lipped smile and a wink like it was a super secret.

"We came looking for a basketball." Eddie said with a nod, looking over at Oliver to confirm. "Ollie wants to try out for the fifth and sixth grade team, so we're going to practice."

Wayne hesitated, face falling for a moment, brows raising in question. "And you... you're gonna teach him, Ed?" He asked, brow lifted skeptically.

Wayne distinctly remembered when Eddie got the basketball, the last gift from his father. His father was fresh out of jail, for the fifth time, and Eddie was thirteen. He left Eddie a birthday gift, four months after his birthday, and it was a basketball. One he'd stole, no doubt, but given to Eddie as a 'heartfelt' gift. Eddie had tried to play, tried to learn, and Wayne had given it his best effort to teach him. He took him down to the courts by the trailer, but the boy could barely dribble, looking about as graceful as a bull in a china shop, open hand smacking the ball. The basketball had gone up that day and never gotten back out, sitting on the corner of Eddie's dresser in his room and collecting dust. Until today.

Eddie frowned, looking from Oliver back over to Wayne. "Yeah," He nodded, giving the younger boy a reassuring half smile. "We're going to go down to the school. Practice on the courts there." Eddie patted Ollie's head, rustling the curls underneath.

Wayne nodded, grinning down at the boy. "Well, that sounds like a big day." His brows raising in excitement, exaggerated for the younger boy. "Good thing you have your Daddy to teach ya, right, Ollie?"

Eddie felt his heart drop, squeezing in uncomfortable anticipation, craning down with a side eyed glare so hard it strained his eyes. His breath hitched, anticipating the rejection from Oliver, that soul crushing discard that would wreck Eddie. Ollie just nodded, unbothered by the term. They'd had Oliver in their care for a while now, he was in your class even before then, but Eddie was still hesitant about the titles.

Basketball in hand, wiping the thick layer of dust that covered it, Ollie and Eddie bounded back down the stairs, waving goodbye before setting off to the courts. Wayne watched them back out, head shaking in amusement at the two.

Eddie's heart hammered as they inched closer and closer to the school, sweaty palms he rubbed over the wheel in a tight grip. Oliver seemed unbothered, and he was glad, watching the boy in the rear view him along to his cassette, kicking his little Reeboks against the seat. Eddie’s stomach twisted, turned and lurched with bundles of nerves, the fear that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill what he was supposed to- that he’d let Oliver down.

His head clouded with judgement. He knew he wasn't the best for a basketball lesson, he should've asked Steve, but dammit if his selfish pride hadn't let him. When Oliver came to Eddie, expressing interest in trying out for the team, Eddie leaped at the opportunity. The thought of any other sharing the experience with him instead made his insides twist with jealousy.

So here he was, holding the rusty orange ball, awkward and unsure in his big hands, with the little boy in front of him, wide eyed and awaiting.

"Uh, you need to learn to dribble first. That would be a good place to start." Eddie nodded firmly, much less confidently than he should have. He paused then looked at Oliver. "Do you know how to dribble?"

Oliver shook his head, and Eddie's shoulders deflated slightly. "Right, right." He muttered, eyes flashing up quickly. "Not that that's a bad thing!" He replied frantically. "That's alright,, I mean, that’s why I-I'm here to teach you."

Eddie sounded sure enough, except, he wasn't entirely sure how to dribble. It couldn't be that hard, you just hit the ball and it bounces back up. "So, you take your hand and lay it kinda flat- like this," Eddie showed him, holding the ball in the other. "Then you just hit the ball hard, but not like too hard, just enough for it to come back up to you, like..."

Eddie dropped the basketball, other hand out in anticipation to smack it and show the dribble. The ball made a defeated thudding sound, the air sputtering out of it with a thick plop! before melting into the asphalt like putty, slouching with a collapse. Eddie frowned, picking the ball up, fingers pressing into the thick material of the ball, it felt squishy and molded to his touch. Eddie wasn't an expert by any means, but he was sure that wasn't supposed to happen.

Oliver titled his head to the side curiously, squinting when he looked up at Eddie. "I think it needs some air." He observed, in pure childlike obviousness.

Eddie let out a short huff, frustrated with himself, truthfully. Of course the ball was out of air. He hadn't touched the thing in well over twenty years.

"Yeah, I think you're right, buddy." Eddie nodded, lips pressing together in thought. He looked towards the school, patting his pockets. "I think there should be some in the gym closet. Maybe we could get one of those and use it?" Eddie suggested, fishing for his keys.

Oliver's eyes lit up in excitement, little sneakered feet bounding beside Eddie towards the school. "Can we get out the rolly chair things?" Oliver asked, grinning wide up at Eddie, bouncing on the rubber soled ends of his shoes. He was snaggletoothed, missing his front tooth after last weekend.

Eddie's heart melted. "Maybe. Only if Coach Bronski hasn't stacked them like a jackass again." He muttered, rolling his eyes in disdain for the elementary school coach. His eyes widened, looking down at Oliver, seeing the tiny smile on the boy’s face. "Don't say that word. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He said quickly.

Oliver giggled. "I won't."

Eddie grinned, squinting down at him playfully. "You better not. Your mom will kill me, buddy." Eddie groaned dramatically. His chest panged with a little jealousy, lips falling slightly when he pushed the key in.

Oliver had taken to calling you 'Mom' a few weeks ago, after Olivia was born. You'd cried when he did. Eddie was enthralled for you, he was, but he couldn't help but hurt a little for himself. It made him entirely too insecure for his own liking. He knew he shouldn't take it personally, that it was Oliver's pace of comfort and he would never do anything to pressure him. Yet he still felt consumed with fear, guilt, worries about why Oliver didn't feel comfortable with him yet to give him the title.

Eddie turned the lock, the bolt clicking loudly before it was unlocked. Eddie pushed the door open with a loud creak, letting the little boy scamped under his arm. Oliver's eyes were wide with wonder, looking around the empty gym that doubled as a cafeteria. The lunch tables were pushed into the wall, everything put away and lights dimmed for the weekend. Though he'd been in the school after hours, it was all still so exciting to the ten year old.

"Isn't it cool that you have a key to everywhere?" Oliver asked, eyes wide and shining up at Eddie.

"Yeah, 's pretty cool." Eddie grinned back down at him. "Sometimes it can be a lot of pressure. With great responsibility, though, Ollie." Eddie twirled his keys around.

Oliver giggled. "That's from Spider-Man." He said proudly, waiting for Eddie to open the door.

"It is." Eddie nodded. "You still liking Spider-Man?"

"Yeah." Oliver hummed. "I like Aqua-Man, too."

"Oh, don't tell me you're going over to the dark side with Uncle Dustin." Eddie groaned playfully. "You know Marvel is better than DC."

"I dunno." Oliver giggled with a shrug, purely boyish and sweet. Eddie’s heart squeezed in adoration. "I jus' like them both."

"That's alright. I'm just teasin' with ya." Eddie ruffled his locks with a smile. "As long as you don't start actin' like Dustin, we're good." He grinned at the laugh Oliver gave him.

Eddie fished the basketball out of the large big, giving it a few test bounces before the duo went back outside.

Eddie awkwardly showed Oliver how to dribble, the two moving around the red top courts outside with the grace of newborn fawns. Smacking hands, the boing! of the ball bouncing off the pavement while they chased it, hitting it at an uncomfortable angle.

"Run, run, Ollie!" Eddie laughed, clapping his hands with encouragement. "Just-Just dribble it- yeah! Yes! Just like that! Atta boy, look at you!" Jogging beside the younger boy, laughing gleefully while they smacked and chased the ball.

He knew this wasn't great 'coaching' on his part, but Oliver was having fun. Wide smile that crinkled his eyes and a laugh that rang through the open court. Eddie's own laugh joining in while the clambered back and forth, chasing the flyaway ball and bouncing it extra hard to see if it would go higher than the two of them. The two were positively silly running with the ball, but they were having fun.

Oliver rubbed his eyes, cheeks red and wind bitten from the outside, fighting a yawn while Eddie put the ball away. "You tired?" Eddie asked, small smile on his lips. He knew the answer, but the sleepy nod, bob of curls bouncing from the smaller boy shaking them made his heart warm, knuckling at his eyes.

Eddie patted his shoulder, hugging him to his side. "You did good today, Ollie." Eddie beamed proudly down at the boy- his son.

Truthfully, Eddie wasn't sure if Oliver did great or not, he's let Steve be the judge of that (he was the coach of the team after all), but he did know that they had fun. They'd laughed until their cheeks hurt, ran up and down the court until their sides ached with laughter.

Eddie's chest was warm, light and filled with content while Ollie grabbed his hand, an instant reaction when crossing the street towards the lot. He could hear your voice in his ears, “Look both ways, grab my hand.” Eddie could feel the hand in his, small and soft.

"I had a lot of fun." Ollie admitted, looking up at Eddie, eyes gleaming even in the gloomy sky. "Do you think we could do that again, Dad?"

Eddie's breath caught in his chest, strangled gasp that choked and sputtered out of his mouth. Heart lurching in his chest with surprise. His eyes widened, and he tried to will them to relax, knowing his reaction could scare Oliver. He was still fragile from his before home life, sudden reactions scared him still, sent him retreating and cowering.

"W-What?" Eddie stuttered, dumbly. He kicked himself for the reaction, wishing he would say something better than what he did. Especially when Oliver’s hand tensed in his.

"I-I liked dribbling on the court." Oliver muttered hesitantly, chin tucking to his chest, a sign of submission. Eddie's heart lurched in panic. "I'd like to do it again if-if you want to...with me. If you're not too busy with the baby or-or if you don't want to-"

"No." Eddie blurted, fiercer than he meant it to be. He cringed at himself, eyes shutting in irritation. Get it together, Munson.

"No, I mean, no I-I would never be too busy for you, Oliver, you know that." Eddie said sincerely, nodding down at the boy, rambling anxiously. "I just, uh, I- yeah, I had so much fun with you today too." Eddie admitted.

"Really?" Ollie asked, tilting his head to the side. "I thought you told Mom you didn't like sports and confor-forminin-"

"Conformity." Eddie snorted lightly with a grin. "I was just teasin' her. I just never had someone to play sports with me, but now I do, right? We can be sports...partners." Eddie was unsure of the word, but Oliver didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah," Oliver nodded. "Like-Like Aquaman and Aqualad." He grinned excitedly at the analogy.

Eddie let out an exaggerated breath of air, eyes rolling in playful dramatics. "Please, don't use your DC references around me."

Oliver giggled, pulling the handle of the car door open. He hung on the door for a moment, looking back at Eddie, tiny lips twisted in thought. "Spider-Man and Iron Man?" He offered, head tipping to the side.

Eddie grinned, dimples deep in his cheeks. "Better." He laughed, helping the boy into his booster seat.

Eddie got a little emotional seeing the base for Olivia's carrier next to Oliver's booster seat, one he was already about to outgrow before needing nothing at all. He'd never had a car seat or booster seat before coming to live with you and Eddie, carelessly strapping himself in before his mother would try to navigate home, usually too fucked up on whatever she's shot up her arms to see straight.

He'd been so little in your class, still small when he came into your care. A scrawny and malnourished little boy with dirty clothes that he tried to clean in the sink before school, usually coming into the classroom with his shirt still dripping, but he didn't want the other kids to tell him he smelled.

Now, he had a new wardrobe, Wayne and your parents spared no expense spoiling their new grandson, even before he was officially yours. He went to bed with a warm belly, clean sheets, clean skin, brushed teeth, and warm kisses. Oliver had flourished since then, not so bony anymore, a little taller; happier, loved.

Eddie secured the seat belt. "Maybe we should stop by the store and get a ball." Eddie suggested. "One that's not flat, if you want to play again."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah." He paused for a moment, little brows furrowed in thought. "Is-Is it ok if I call you Dad?" He asked, eyes shining up at Eddie's.

Eddie felt his breath hitch again, heart fluttering and beating so hard in his chest he thought it might shoot through his ribcage. "I-I mean, yeah." Eddie stuttered, frowning at himself dumbly. "Only if you want to, Ollie, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Oliver looked down at his feet, dangling and hitting the seat. "I-I think I want to call you Dad." Oliver admitted. "Because I call Mom, Mom, and-and you're my Dad like Mom's my Mom." His logic was simple, boyish, but it made Eddie's nose and throat burn, happy tears but emotional nonetheless.

"I think I'd like that too." Eddie agreed, jaw clenching to keep himself from crying. "I had a really great time with you today." Eddie reached down to hug the boy, a little awkward in the carseat but tight and full of love.

"Me too." Ollie smiled. "Thanks for teachin' me to dribble."

"No problem." Eddie pulled away, hands on the little boy's shoulders- his son's shoulders. "You're a natural, kid. Gonna be in the hall of fame."

Oliver laughed, but blushed at the praise. Eddie couldn't stop smiling, he was sure his cheeks were going to split open, but he couldn't help it.

Oliver bounded through the front door, kicking his little sneaker off in the pile by the bench, before running to find you.

Eddie could hear him in your bedroom, excitedly chattering about his day, showing you the new basketball. Shiny and new, still had the fresh rubber smell. You cooed back at him excitedly, smiling when he went to show Olivia, talking sweetly to her in her little bassinet.

"Hey," You greeted Eddie with a smile. "Good day? Heard dribbling lessons went great." You beamed.

Eddie nodded, sniffing slightly. "Yeah, yeah it was great. Amazing actually, he, uh," His eyes cut from Oliver and Olivia back to you. "He called me Dad today."

Your face melted with joy, a small gasp leaving your lips. You watched Eddie's eyes shine, watering, his lips press together in a tight line to keep his lips from quivering. "Oh, Ed," You coo, reaching your hand out instinctively to cradle his jaw.

You were so sweet like that, so kind. Nurturing and caring came so easy to you, Eddie was for certain you had to be some kind of saint, you were too perfect in every way. You wrapped your arms around Eddie's middle, squeezing him tight, feeling his arms wrap back around you.

Oliver continued to babble to Olivia, letting her grab onto his finger, gurgling spit and giving tiny baby cackles to her older brother when he'd talk to her. You'd been worried when the adoption process first started, and you had found out you were expecting, that it would mess things up, ruin what you'd built with Oliver. He'd been hesitant at first, more uneasy with the thought that you might replace him, but the second he met his little sister, he'd been completely wrapped around her tiny finger. Just like his daddy. Just like you.

You pressed your cheek to the soft fabric of Eddie's shirt, watching through glazed, love drunk eyes Oliver push Olivia's little bassinet, rocking her slowly. Eddie's hand ran up and down your back soothingly, pressing into the small of your back to pull your closer. It was everything you all could have wished for, your own little family.

for @wheels-of-despair bc I know this is your fave lil family <3

[rainydayathogwarts]

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STRANGER THINGS

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Roll the dice* - Steve wants you but your play thing named Nancy Wheeler does too.

Realising you don't hate each other at all

Watch don't touch** - Eddie x reader x Steve - In which Eddie loves to show people what they want but can't have and Steve just happens to want you, Eddie's precious girlfriend.

ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ

Coworker's ex pt.1 - You have an undying crush on your ex's coworker and aren't afraid to act up on it.

Coworker's ex pt.2

Coworker's ex final pt.

'In which Nancy and Robin finally start becoming friends until you come along.' coming soon...

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Reputation - 'In which Nancy leaves you a crying mess after you breakup and you find comfort in the person you'd least expect.' coming soon...

Watch don't touch** - Eddie x reader x Steve - In which Eddie loves to show people what they want but can't have and Steve just happens to want you, Eddie's precious girlfriend.

ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ

My girl - Billy makes it clear to everyone that you're his but a particular Steve harrington doesn't get the hint.

Caught - Reader sneaks out to meet Billy and gets caught.

'in which reader in fucking Steve behind his back and he finds out' billy x reader, reader x steve coming soon...

ɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ

Spiked berry punch - In which a girl tries hitting on you at a party and Nancy isn't having it.

'In which Nancy and Robin finally start becoming friends until you come along.' coming soon...

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

He/you get turned on at the wrong time.**

HARRY POTTER

ʀᴇᴍᴜꜱ ʟᴜᴘɪɴ

Can't take my eyes off you** - The first time virgin!reader wants Remus to continue..

Sirius scolds - When Potter!Reader and Remus aren't too careful about hiding their relationship, Sirius gives them a scolding...

Precious, drunk boyfriend - In which Remus gets more drunk than ever and clings onto his girlfriend for dear life.

The Rabbit hole - In which remus lupin has a way with all the ladies, even the popular girls.

ʀᴏɴ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

Jealous, jealous, jealous girl - ** ron notices you upping the PDA when Lavender starts flirting with him and you decide to show her who he belongs to.

popular!shy!reader - * ron’s friends think you were the one who made the move but are shocked to find out the opposite.

the dream** - ron has a dirty dream and wakes up hard next to reader

Needy** - needy!ron misses you because you've been taking NEWTs too seriously but he finds the perfect moment to drag you into an empty classroom.

Overstimulation with dom!Ron**

Goodbye kisses that last longer than intended blurb

Opposite teams** - You play a Quidditch match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser.

ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

How they react when you tell them you're in the mood - James Potter edition

Not drunk

Jealousy, jealousy - You kiss Lucius to make James jealous since he was too slow at making the first move.

Teaching James how to dance blurb

ɴᴇᴠɪʟʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ

Snake ring* - In which the twins pull you into a game of seven minutes in heaven.

Dry-humping Neville at a party**

Kiss and tell - In which a very aware y/n of Neville's crush on her gets the courage to make a move.

ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ

I already won - even though he very much lost the game, he still won you.

How they react when you tell them you're in the mood - Oliver wood edition

Blood, dirt and reunions - You almost die and reunite with an old ex-boyfriend... or not.

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

Harry's bi awakening

"You knew?" "You didn't?" - In which the twins only just find out their sister is dating Harry.

ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

Just a swim - Percy's partner tries to get him to break a couple of rules.

How they react when you're in the mood*

'For the first time in his life, Percy pushes academics aside to focus on a girl, but his family doesn't know and thinks he has gone down a dark road.' coming soon...

ꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

How they react when you're in the mood*

ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

Guilt trip - Charlie tries to guilt trip the reader to visit his family with him.

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ᴋʀᴜᴍ

What's her face - Rita skeeter being annoying

ꜱᴇᴀᴍᴜꜱ ꜰɪɴɴᴇɢᴀɴ

Tipsy - Seamus takes care of you when you're drunk.

all coming soon:

ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ

ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ

ɢɪɴɴʏ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

'even though Ginny is out to her family, she doesn't think the twins would appreciate her hitting on their best friend even though she has liked her for years.. So she does.' coming soon...

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

Someone finds out you're dating

he gets turned on at the wrong time*

She gets turned on at the wrong time*

CRIMINAL MINDS

ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ

Our clouded ray of sunshine - In which the reader is the sunshine of the BAU, but the team finds her having a breakdown in the parking lot after a case.

Emily finds out

Suspicions - Spencer finally outs his and reader's relationship to the team, who inevitably already knew

Curtain Call - You're an actress. Opening night of the show, a cast member is killed. FBI finds out you were the real target...

ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ

Haunting - Reader wakes up from a nightmare on the jet and Aaron comforts her.

someone you wanna fight loverboy?

Skin on skin** - In which you forget about the hickeys on your neck and when your boss finds out, he's not happy about it.

ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪꜱꜱ

Picture frames - In which you give Emily her things back after a messy breakup.

Open arms** - In which Emily tries winning her ex back in a dimly lit bar.

MARVEL STUDIOS

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Just a scratch - Peter gets hurt on a mission and the reader fixes him up

House of memories - please read this it'll make me happy

Nightingale - In which reader works for her evil dad and bumps into the man who's been chasing after her for months out of work..

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀꜱ

Flashbacks - After Steve's death the reader remembers all the moments he left her for Peggy and wonders if she fell for the wrong soldier.

ᴛᴏɴʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

Lab partners - Singlemom!Reader falls in love with Tony after seeing how he is with her kid.

ᴛʜᴏʀ ᴏᴅɪɴꜱᴏɴ

Tony's assistant - When Thor meets Tony’s new assistant, there’s an immediate spark and the flirting begins. Tony goes out of his way to get them together

ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Taco Tuesday - When your secret relationship is revealed on Taco Tuesday

ꜱᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ

Sore bodies and baggy t-shirts * - The aftermath of one of Tony's parties

OTHER FANDOMS

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Maneater** - Jennifer may need boys to survive but there's only one person she wants.

Photographs** - Obsessed!Jennifer comes up with a plan for you to end up in her bed instead of the boy toy crush of yours.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE OLIVER WOOD X SHY HUFFLEPUFF READER 

You were Neville's older sister and you were sorted into the Hufflepuff house while your brother Neville was sorted into the Gryffindor house. The both of you were quite similar in terms of personality, both of you were shy yet friendly with those around you. Everyone loved to be around you because of your kind nature and friendly personality, you were a bit of an introvert compared to your brother and your friends liked to tease you about it but everyone around you adored your shy nature, they found it rather bashful. You were academically driven and had the will and focus to get good grades, you didn't spend hours and hours to study like Hermione but you were naturally good at academics since you absorbed the concepts in one go and preferred a practical based learning compared to rote memorization. You even managed to get into Snape's good graces the other day when you were working on how to make the Polyjuice potion, you followed the instructions to the T and brewed the perfect mixture that even Snape couldn't find fault with your skill and accuracy and just gave you a slight nod of his head in a begrudging manner to show his appreciation for you, making you one of the rare cases where he showed his admiration to someone who wasn't from his own house 

Of course, you and your brother were secretly terrified and nervous of him deep down but you were able to pull through, however Neville needed a bit more help in Potions and was always on the receiving end of his taunts and sarcastic remarks which made you feel bad for Neville whenever you'd see his flustered face with the expression on his face looking like he was on the verge of tears. You'd spend most of your time helping out Neville with Potions and of course, defending him against Malfoy and his goons. You didn't really like confronting people but if it was for the sake of your brother, you had to suck it up and deal with it. By no means you had nerves of steel nor were you fearless, you'd be nervous when you tell them to stay away from your brother while they laughed at you and made jokes at you and your brother's expense, making you regret your decision of trying to be a hero in the first place. You felt your eyes water slightly with the comments the other Slytherins from your own year made and you hated how pathetic you felt, you were supposed to be defending your brother and be the older sibling he could look up to for protection and guidance, instead the guilt ate through your mind as you silently cursed yourself for being pathetic and weak and failing Neville as an older sister till someone decided that enough was enough and that's when you met...Oliver...

"Oi...leave her alone, yeah?" spoke a deep voice from nearby as you turned around and spotted a guy who looked like he was in your year, he seemed somewhat familiar to you and yet you couldn't put a finger to it, you surveyed the brown haired guy dressed in the Gryffindor Quidditch robes and clutched his broom as his veins protruded slightly and his jaw was clenched, looking agitated as his eyes narrowed at the bunch of Slytherins in front of him. "What's it to you Wood? Get lost'' hollered Marcus as he leered at him and Oliver just glared at him as he looked around, trying to see if there were any professors or other students around the area before pulling out his wand and hexing them. "Um...thanks..'' you mumbled and fidgeted with the hem of your robes and you shot him a polite smile. "No problem, I've been wanting to do that for a while now anyway...'' chuckled Oliver slightly as he held out his hand and introduced himself to you. "The name's Oliver, Oliver Wood...the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team'' he said proudly as he shook your hand

The second he came in contact with your hand and held your hand, he was surprised by how soft and gentle it was, a stark contrast compared to his rough and calloused ones as he found it slightly endearing and part of him wanted to keep holding your hand for a bit longer. "I'm Y/N Longbottom..'' you replied and his eyes widened slightly. "Longbottom...could you be related to Neville in some way?" he asked you as you nodded. "I'm his sister'' you answered as he looked at you like you were a fascinating rock that dropped from the moon. "Well, that's surprising, never knew Neville had a sister...'' he mused and he surveyed your features. Something about him just fueled that desire in him to protect you, was it the way your hair strands fell in that beautiful face of yours or was it the way he felt like he was already getting the feeling of getting lost in your eyes or was it the way how flustered and bashful you were in front of him which made your mannerisms endearing to watch

Ever since that incident, he just can't seem to let go of you. He follows you around like a puppy, a guard dog to be exact, warding off anyone who dared to mess with you and as he spent more time with you, he found himself growing more attached to you and your shy nature which he couldn't get enough of. He loved the way your cheeks would get tinged with a red blush at times and hide your face in a book and mumble something incoherent whenever you felt flustered about something which made him want to see more of those reactions from you. Of course, his friends eventually got wind of his feelings for you and started teasing him about it, Fred and George took immense pleasure in mercilessly poking fun at him for which he'd immediately tell them to shut it with a slight blush on his face but he won't really deny it

Even your own friends are convinced that he fancies you and they like to tease you about it yet you don't really see the obvious signs of him liking you. "I swear to Merlin Y/N you're absolutely dense, he FANCIES you, you dummy'' said one of your friends with an exasperated sigh as you looked at her reproachfully. "No he doesn't, we're just friends, he invites me to see his Quidditch games and we study in the library together and we hang out at Honeydukes at times...he's also nice enough to ask me about my day and he likes holding hands with me for some reason but we're just friends...nothing more than that'' you replied as your friends around you groaned and made noises of protest of your naivete and threw a cushion at you 

Oliver feels like he can't control his feelings for you anymore, his mind is filled with thoughts regarding you, deep down he's worried and has the paranoia that someone could take advantage of your kindness and naivete which he wouldn't allow to happen at any cost, which was why he needed to ensure that he was always around you at all times. He even ended up changing his schedule just so he could be in the same classes as you and he felt his heart race against his chest whenever he felt your hand brush against his. He feels like he has the strength to fight the world for you, you're his pillar of strength, he wants to be your man and take care of you and provide for you. The other day you received a low score for Potions which was something you didn't expect and you felt quite sad about it which hurt his heart, he wanted to see you happy and when he saw tears prickling at the corner of those lotus shaped eyes of yours, he felt like his heart was sinking. He gently caressed your cheek with his palm and held you in his arms close to him and stroked your hair telling you that you did your best and it was all right and how he would always be there for you and the two of you spent the rest of the night with each other as he bought you your favorite sweets from Honeydukes 

There are times when his mind starts to wander as he thinks about how soft and lovely it would be to kiss your lips while he holds you, how he could be your protector, how beautiful you'd look being married to him and having a family with him...yep, he's that far gone and detached from reality already, imagining and thinking about a happy married life with you. The thought of you being someone else and someone else daring to kiss those lips of yours made him infuriated, it just made his blood boil to no end. You were HIS, at times he felt like just wrapping you in silk like the precious doll that you were for him and locking you in a room so other people won't be able to get to you. He'd never blame you for anything, it's those lousy pests around you that are looking forward to taint your innocence. He doesn't stalk you, he just...follows you around to keep you safe, Hogwarts is still a pretty dangerous place after all and the last thing he needs is for you, his beloved to get hurt 

He doesn't classify himself as someone who has rage issues but when he heard some Ravenclaw dudes talking about you inappropriately his mind went blank with fury and broke a lot of their bones and they had to spend a few months in the Hospital Wing. His reputation would also come into play here, why would someone ever suspect golden boy Oliver Wood, the star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team beating up and hexing people for no reason? It sounded unlikely didn't it? He isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty to ensure your happiness and safety, even if he has to get blood on his hands to make you be with him so be it. You're destined to be with him and he'd eliminate and get rid of anything and everything that would stand against his dream of the two of you being happily married to each other...

[mercyreg]

About Me ! 💕

⌈  Personal  ⌋

⇒ Name - Mercy !!

⇒ Age - Adult

⇒ My Birthday - March 14th

⇒ Pronouns - He/It/Atomic + Any - No Feminine Ones !

⇒ Sexuality - Panromantic Demisexual

⇒ Country - United States Of America

⇒ Timezone - EST

⌈  Extra  ⌋

⇒ Fun Fact ? - I actually do Karting !

⇒ Unique Fact ? - I am Trilingual! English, Spanish, and Working on Mandarin.

⇒ Favourite Driver (F1) - Lance Strolls

⇒ Favourite Songs - “It’s You - Ali Gatie” , “Hide - Juice WRLD” , “Spotlight, Nuts, Life Is Beautiful, Starshopping - Lil Peep” , “Sunflower - Rex Orange County”

⇒ Favourite Artists - Lil Peep, Billie Holiday, Eminem, The neighbourhood, Chase Atlantic, Juice WRLD, Girl In Red, Melanie Martinez, Hozier, KMFDM, Rob Zombie, ICP

⌈  Fandoms  ⌋

⇒ Main Fandoms - F1, F2, F3, Harry Potter, Fallout New Vegas, WWE, and WCW.

⇒ Minor Fandoms - DBH, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and Thousand of others

⇒ Kinnies - Max Verstappen, Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley

⇒ Ships - STROLLONSO , Perciver, Charlos, Lestappen, Maxiel, Ronville, Johnlock, Reed900, Appleradio, + more

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steve harrington

speak now | ♡☁ | (fem!reader) rewrite of wedding crasher

bandaids | ♡ | (fem!reader)

even the nights are better | ♡ | (fem!reader)

the three times she wanted him to react + the time he did| ♡ | (fem!reader)

billy hagrove

attention | ♡

mashed potatoes and joel hoekstra | ♡ | (x fem!byers!reader)

robin buckley

oblivious | ♡ | (xfem!byers!reader)

taken with the goth girl | ♡ | (x fem!goth!reader)

argyle

wait a minute! | ♡ | (x fem!reader)

love like that | ♡ | (xgn!reader)

harry potter:

masterlist i | ii

fred weasley

betty part i |☁ ☾ ★ ♡ ⚠ | (x fem!reader)

oliver wood

the woes of the highly overdramatic | ♡ ☁ | x fem!shy!gyffindor!reader

outer banks:

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deal? | ♡ ⚠ (brief mention of blood, some violence) | (fem!reader)

effortlessly cool and detached hot boy | ☁️ ♡ | (fem!reader)

style | ♠ ♡ ☁️ | (x fem!reader)

you are my love | ♡☁️ | (fem!reader) | most popular

i’m yours | ♡♠ ⚠️ | (fem!reader) (female body parts mentioned)

teen wolf:

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momentary lapse | ♡

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the ultimate betrayal (s.m) | stu macher x fem!reader | ☾ ☁️ ✖ ⚠ (trigger warning: more info in link + spoiler warning) | scream 1996

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Love’s healing potion [Oliver Wood x Reader] - Requested

Title: Love’s healing potion Pairing: Oliver Wood x Shy!Reader Word count: 4.8k Published: 24 July 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: 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. Request: [x] Prompt requested below by @nuttytani for my celebration event. I did change the requests just a tad though ^^

"How about Oliver Wood x (you can choose which gender :3) Reader; who is a super shy person and prefers to lay low, has few friends— but like Oliver starts noticing the reader y'know? + His friends see the chemistry between them."

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Oliver has always been popular, both girls and boys falling for him regardless of his disinterest in anyone, even in love itself. But his passion for quidditch, the determination his pure presence radiated attracted people's attention. It was inevitable for you to realise the charm he possessed, the charm so many of your other school mates fell for. But just like them, Oliver only had eyes for quidditch.

For you, however, it meant more time to be able to admire him from afar. He was so invested in his pursuit of becoming a professional quidditch player and making a career out of it, that he couldn't possibly realise your tender eyes that followed him everywhere.

You would have felt bad about it, if you had done it on purpose, but it was sheer coincidence that somehow you always crossed paths. But then again, Hogwarts wasn't as big as some might have thought and since you often attended the same classes and you caught a glimpse of him at the quidditch pitch or at dinner in the Great Hall, it was inevitable for your eyes to follow him. It didn't matter how hard you could have tried avoiding him; you couldn't escape crossing paths with him. He was everywhere after all. And to your better luck, he didn't even know of your existence.

Taking your seat in the least liked classroom of the dungeon, you prepared your quill and parchment for your Potions lesson with Professor Snape. Within minutes the room filled with loud students, chattering about trivial subjects. Oliver stepped through the entrance with a vibrant smile across his face as he discussed something with Percy Weasley. But the cheerful laughter and loud chatters quickly died down as the teacher arrived and an uncomfortable, heavy silence fell over the students, each trying to hide away from the professor's hard gaze.

"Afternoon," he snarled and nodded towards the group of young people sitting in the classroom. "We will be working on a Wound healing potion today," he spoke as he leaned against his large wooden desk, his arms crossed under the dark robe that fell over his frame. "I expect your complete attention as the finished products will be sent to Madam Pomfrey. I'm assuming none of you would like to see your classmates lose a limb or two instead of healing them," he smirked, or so he looked like he wanted to, but instead he bared his teeth like an animal ready to pounce on its prey.

Like every lesson that you took with Oliver, you wished to be paired up with him, but once again, you have been left without his presence, instead having to work with Percy. You didn't mind working with the boy, but just once you wished to be closer to the quidditch captain, even if the thought of talking to him terrified you.

Percy moved over to where you sat and greeted you with a nod which you diligently returned. Opening your book on the page of the Wound healing potion, you quickly skimmed through the ingredients and started off towards the store cupboard. However, your steps quickly halted as Oliver headed to the table in front of you, pairing up with a Ravenclaw girl you didn't know much about, except that she was in the same year. As hard as you tried to shake the feeling, a slight, but instant jealousy rushed through you. She was certainly pretty with her long, silky brown hair and large, curious brown eyes. And according to the wide smile she wore, she was more than happy to work with the Gryffindor quidditch captain. A heavy sigh left your lungs as you looked at Percy, who was already studying your face with a curious gaze. You tried to get rid of the thought and continued toward the cupboard to collect the relevant ingredients for your potion. When you felt a presence behind you, you tried to pick up your pace and collect the components faster, feeling guilty about wasting their time. But your movements froze as you saw a hand reach over your shoulder whilst brushing against your uniform and lifting a small vial from the shelf beside your head.

Looking over your shoulder, Oliver lowered his eyes to meet yours, a small smile dancing across his face. But it quickly disappeared, and a frown took over his handsome features. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he tilted his head innocently, before offering you another sweet smile and left for his table. You didn't mean to look frightened, but you couldn't shake the tiny little butterflies from the pit of your stomach, dancing around as though they were having the time of their life, whilst making you even more anxious.

It wasn't your first encounter with him, nor the first time you have talked to him, but somehow each time you managed to hear his voice directed to you, words escaped you and there was nothing that you could have said, thus making you look like a gaping fish. All of those times you could have connected with him, not even on a deeper level just like a normal person, you found yourself wordless and it made you want to hide in a corner and scold yourself for being rather useless when the opportunity offered itself to you on a silver platter.

Heaving a frustrated sigh, you collected the last piece of ingredient and turned back to your table to start working on the potion diligently. As the class started drawing closer to the end, your potion looked and smelled just like the Wound healing potion described in your book. It was ruled by a beautiful purple colour and its scent reminded you of the hospital wing filled with all kinds of concoctions ready to help the injured. Professors Snape walked around the classroom, offering condescending remarks to his students, some harsher than the others, no compliments uttered even at the sight of the best potions.

"I'm glad to have been your partner. We've done well," Percy said with a small, but proud smile across his face.

"Yes, we have," you nodded, mirroring his expression, before he turned to look in front of him. Following his direction, you found yourself meeting Oliver's eyes, whose gaze fell from you to Percy before it returned to you once again. You couldn't read him, nor could you understand the look on his face, but the way he studied you and Percy seemed very intent. You looked up at Percy as he arched a brow at his friend, wordlessly questioning him, but by the time you turned back to Oliver, he was concentrating on his potion with the girl beside him who seemed to be standing closer to the boy each time your eyes landed on the pair.

As the class finished, you offered to stay behind and clean up. In normal circumstances you wouldn't have helped, but on occasions, you had to stay close to the potions, needing to steal a vial or two. Never have you thought about stealing nor have you planned to borrow things without asking first, but the potions you occasionally lifted were made by you and your actions served a greater purpose in your eyes. You filled up all the flasks that Professor Snape prepared for the potions before you took out two vials from your bag, poured the liquid into them and hid them both in your bag. As quickly as you could, you finished cleaning up the classroom and headed towards the Gryffindor common room, your steps rushed, knowing Oliver's quidditch practice was soon to finish.

After you murmured the password to the Fat Lady's portrait, you stepped inside the common room and pulled the vials out of your bag, along with a piece of paper and your quill. You looked around the common room, making sure no one was there, but it was emptier than you have ever seen before, the usual loud atmosphere ruled by deadly silence. Placing the bottles on the staircase, you flicked your wand and your quill started writing a message on the parchment, meanwhile you placed a small ribbon around the vials. Using a magically written message was necessary for your identity to be concealed, for your handwriting to stay a secret. As soon as your message had been written, you tied the papers around the bottles with the ribbon securing them and levitated them up the stairs of the male dormitory, placing them down right at the top of the stairs, in front of a door. To be exact, in front of the entrance to Oliver's dormitory.

A relieved sigh left your lungs as you placed your quill and wand back in your bag. But your movements halted when you heard the significant, creaking sound of a door opening. Lifting your gaze, you met Percy Weasley's curious eyes on top of the stairs as he crouched down beside the vials. A small smile spread across his face, a knowing look in his eyes studying your reaction. You felt your blood freeze, cheeks flushed at the situation you found yourself in.

"Don't worry, it's our little secret," he waved you off as though it was nothing important. But you couldn't get your anxious heart to slow down, nor could you stop your nervous fidgeting. "Can I ask you something?" He stood up from beside the little package and headed down the stairs, halting right in front of you with a curious gaze. You nodded in response, finding it hard to utter a word. "Why didn't you give it to him personally?" His straightforward question caught you off-guard, starting you off in a series of mumbling monologues that none of you could really understand.

Knowing nothing you have said made sense, you let out an exasperated sigh and tried to form a coherent sentence. "I don't think it's a good idea. It's better if he doesn't know it's me," you replied in a hushed tone, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"He knows it's you," he smiled with an arched brow. "He's known since you'd sent the Calming draught to him after his quidditch injury in fifth year. Each time there was a potion class with a specific healing potion, a portion of it seemed to appear right at our doorstep. At first, he wasn't sure, but out of all our classmates, it was you who'd done them all perfectly. It didn't take much to realise," although Percy wore a warm smile, you felt your heart sink. You didn't want him to know, you didn't even know how to talk to him. There were many things you wanted to tell him, but no words could leave your lips when he was right in front of you. The storm of thoughts swirling around in your mind completely drowned out your sense, seemingly taking a short break as you thought about the possible outcomes of revealing yourself, each ending horribly on your part.

"What's going on?" Oliver's voice came from behind you, his Scottish accent thicker than usual, making you jump as your head snapped towards him.

"Do you always appear from out of nowhere?" You asked incredulously before you realised the slightly ruder tone you've used. However, beside a simple surprised expression, Oliver wore a cheeky grin, your reaction positively stunning him. You weren't always shy; your friends knew that. But Oliver wasn't your friend, and he couldn't have known that there was more to your personality, that your other side didn't always want to hide away from every little obstacle. "I'm sorry. I have to go," you whispered as you scurried away, hoping to forget about your little outburst. Your steps were loud against the ground of the empty corridors, your breathing ragged and shaky as you tried to make your escape as natural as possible.

You didn't mean to snap at him, nor did you mean to be rude, but the words escaped you without a warning as Percy's words rang loudly in your ears. By the time you realised what you'd said, it was too late for you to take them back, so an apology had to do. To clear your mind, you headed towards the Black Lake, needing silence to try and think things through rationally.

By the time you headed to the Great Hall for dinner, you felt better. Of course, your own words still nagged at you, but you couldn't do anything about it. You just had to keep a lock on your lips and hide under a table the next time you were to meet Oliver. As you stepped inside the Great Hall and took a seat beside your friends, Angelina Johnson, and Roger Davis, you packed your plate full of delicious food and stuffed your mouth, not wanting to talk about where you have disappeared to. But they were persistent.

"What?" You asked as they eyed you, staring at you as though there was something on your face. Angelina propped her elbow on the table and placed her chin in her palm, staring at you shamelessly, meanwhile Roger arched a brow, clearly questioning your earlier whereabouts.

"I don't know. Maybe an answer to why Oliver has been looking around for you for the past three hours could be the start of your story," Roger said with an expectant expression, earning a loud groan from you.

"It's nothing. I simply embarrassed myself just like I expected to if I ever opened my mouth in front of him," you shrugged as you dug deeper into your food and shoved a larger potion in your mouth, hoping he would leave you alone. But he couldn't, he was too curious at times and so was Angelina.

"Spill it!" She instructed you with a wide grin, earning an approving nod from Roger, ready for the tea to be spilled. Knowing she wouldn't let you ignore the subject for long, you gave in and told them everything from what happened in your Potions class to the vials Percy found and your little retort you didn't mean to utter to Oliver.

"So, are you embarrassed about barking at him for no reason," she offered you a cheeky grin before she continued, "or is it the fact that he knows that it's been you who have been sending the potions to him?"

"Both," you huffed as you rubbed the bridge of your nose, ignoring the shadow casted over your closed eyelids. "I was born to be useless," you scoffed as you opened your eyes to find Oliver Wood seated across you with a tiny smile in the corner of his lips.

"Hello," he greeted you in a soft tone, your eyes growing wide as your brain finally processed his presence.

"Hi," you breathed, finding it hard to respond to a simple greeting.

"I have been looking for you," he said, scratching the back of his neck as though he felt just as awkward as you did. "I was wondering if I could talk to you— in private."

"I—," a heavy sigh left your lungs as your mind started to wonder about the possible outcomes of your conversation. Maybe he was mad at you for meddling and didn't want you to send him any more healing potions. Maybe he was unhappy with the way you barked at him for no apparent reason, other than him having the ability to appear anywhere without a trace. Maybe he figured you had helped him because you had a crush on him and he was ready to reject you, which didn't surprise you, he had done so to many of your school mates after all. Each option felt like a stab in the chest, knowing you would have to mask your slowly blossoming feelings for the boy. "Erm—" words didn't seem to want to come, and it frustrated you even further that you couldn't create a coherent sentence.

"If you are not comfortable, that's fine," he offered with a warm-hearted smile, reassuring you he didn't mean to pressure you into anything you didn't want to do.

"Erm—," once again you were left wordless, feeling irritated by your own behaviour, even though the boy in front of you seemed incredibly sweet regardless of your incapability to talk to him. A sharp exhale left your lungs as you readied yourself to reply. "Sure," you replied, watching as Oliver's smile curved higher.

"Brilliant. Is it good for you now or—," before he could have finished his sentence, you cut him off.

"It's fine now," you said, collecting all the courage that you harboured deep down. Oliver nodded and stood up from across you, waiting for you to follow him. So, you did. You walked out of the Great Hall, wandering across the corridors before Oliver opened the door of an empty classroom and waited for you to enter first to then follow you in closely, shutting the door behind him.

You leaned against a table at the front row, right in front of the podium, crossing your arms defensively. It was clear from your body language that you closed yourself off, but you couldn't stop yourself from bringing up your walls. Oliver stood right in front of you, placing his weight against the professors' wider and larger table than the students'.

Oliver's gaze wandered across the room as if he hadn't been there before, but from the nervous fidgeting of his fingers, you realised you weren't the only one who wasn't entirely confident. "Erm—, I didn't mean to scare you away by asking you to talk to me in private, I just thought it would be more comfortable, but now I realise it's more nerve-racking," he laughed awkwardly, his blushing cheeks and tinted ears making you feel slightly better about your own anxiousness.

"Well, we are here," you stated obviously, wanting to scold yourself for having nothing better to say, until you decided that you were at a stalemate. "Why don't you just say whatever you wanted to say," you offered with a curious tone, hoping to get yourself out of there as fast as you could.

"That's exactly what makes me nervous," he laughed softly as his eyes met yours, for the first time since you'd arrived in the classroom.

"I'm assuming it's about the potions," you tried to help him, knowing how difficult it was for you to start a conversation with someone who you were not used to. But somehow as you stood in front of him, the usually confident boy seemed more anxious whilst you radiated more confidence than his awkward stance.

"That too," he nodded. "When I realised that it was you, I wanted to thank you to begin with, but I never really knew how. A simple 'thank you' didn't seem enough. You worked on those potions for hours and two little words meant nothing compared to the effort you put into those vials. However, since I haven't got much to offer, I just wanted to say that I really am grateful for them," the warm smile across his face made your heart speed up, his genuine words making your cheeks warm up.

"It's nothing—," you tried to wave it off.

"It's not 'nothing'," he shook his head as he pushed himself away from the table and stood tall in front of you. "They helped me repeatedly. Your healing potions, calming potions and sleeping potions all helped me when I needed them and I appreciate it beyond words," the warmth that spread across your chest at the sight of those chestnut eyes and the adoring smile made your heartbeat quicken. He wore a genuinely grateful expression which reassured you that even if he tried, he couldn't hide how happy he was for your help.

A small smile spread across your face as you replied. "I'm glad they helped. I hoped they would."

"They did. Tremendously," he said as his smile grew wider. "You see, there was another thing I wanted to talk to you about," he started, but his words died down as his gaze fell to the floor, his cheeks tainted by an even darker shade of pink once again. His usually confident attitude that attracted you in the first place was gone, but his awkward uncertainty made him even more adorable. "I know we haven't talked much, and we don't really know each other, but—," a heavy sigh left his lungs as he interrupted his own sentence, "for Godric's sake, this will sound creepy," he scratched the back of his neck anxiously, "I haven't been watching you in a creepy way, I promise, but I have been noticing little things about you and I wanted to get to know you better for a very long time," a loud scoff left his lungs as your cheeks started warming up, realising the words Oliver muttered. "What I'm trying to say, in a very non-creepy way, is that I have been interested in you for a while and I would be honoured if I could take you on a date," he finally blurted out the words, your eyes growing wider, both your body and brain freezing on the spot.

Oliver finally lifted his gaze, studying your every move from the tiniest blinking to the nervous fidgeting of your hands, impatiently waiting for a reply from you. But once again you found yourself speechless. Just minutes before, when you finally felt you had collected your courage, when you finally initiated a conversation, all the bravery you had been harbouring escaped you with the words Oliver had spoken to you.

"Khm—," Oliver cleared his throat awkwardly, biting on his bottom lip, your silence making the wait even worse. "If you need time to think, that's perfectly fine, but if you don't want to go out with me, that's understandable too, I wouldn't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into anything," he chuckled nervously as he rushed through his words. "But if you could just say something, that would help," the faux smile across his face, his nervously wandering eyes felt like a wake-up call as you realised you have been standing there in silence, leaving the poor boy to his own nerve-racking thoughts.

"I'm sorry," you blurted it out, watching Oliver's face fall, disappointment painted across his handsome face.

"No, no, it's fine, I get it," he nodded, still trying to smile as tenderly as he could manage. As though your brain finally started to function, you realised the words you uttered could have been easily misunderstood by Oliver.

"No, wait, no, that's not what I meant," you tried to save the situation. "I was apologising because I kept you waiting. I didn't mean to leave you without an answer. I just— I think— I didn't expect you to ask me out," you smiled nervously. A heavy sigh left your lungs, one that you didn't even realise you were holding in, before you continued. "I didn't even think you knew who I—, I'm not really one to be the centre of attention, if anything I rather lay low, so I just always assumed that you didn't know—," you wanted to continue, but the words sounded so wrong, you weren't sure how to phrase them. Instead, you turned your gaze away, studying the ground intently, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

"I didn't know— what?" He asked with a frown across his brows.

"Well— that you didn't know who I was," you whispered the words more to yourself, hoping he didn't hear them in the end, the shape of your shoes seemingly more interesting than Oliver's reaction.

"What?" He asked, furrowing more intensely. "No," he shook his head as he stepped closer to you and placed his index finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze. "We might not interact a lot, but that doesn't mean you didn't catch my eyes. As I said, in a non-creepy way," he started with a nervous chuckle, "I've been noticing little things about you. Your laughter is addictive, I couldn't stop myself from looking at you when I heard your cheerful voice. The way you stand up for your friends even though most of the time you try to hide away just shows how brave you are. Your quietness of all has been possibly the most intriguing personality trait of yours. It's only reserved for people you don't know, but as soon as you let someone in, your personality shines through which makes me want to know more about you. I couldn't fail to notice these little things. I asked you out because I am interested in you which would hardly be possible if I didn't know who you were," he chuckled playfully.

His words left you stunned. His tender tone reassured you that his interest in you was pure and genuine, still you found it hard to believe that after all this time of longing, the person you had feelings for found you intriguing in any way. "I— I didn't know you paid attention," you breathed, your voice slightly shaking.

"It was hard not to," he replied with a nervous scoff, "but since I haven't seen any interest from you, I wasn't sure what to do. But then you brought another potion today and I thought— I hoped that maybe if I collected my courage and asked you out, you would maybe think about it," he spoke with a hopeful smile hiding in the corner of his lips. "So, what do you think? Do you maybe need a little more time?" He tried once again, his eyes glistening with hope, studying you for reassurance.

"I'd be very happy to— to go on a date with you," you stumbled over the words, but the vivid excitement and cheerful smile that spread across Oliver's face blurred your nervousness, his happiness rubbing off on you. "I— I sent you those potions because I wanted to help. I wanted your injuries to heal faster. I didn't like to see you in pain. And— and when you were struggling to sleep, I saw you napping in class and I thought— I thought even if it's only a vial or two, a sleeping potion would help you relieve the stress you were under," you explained.

"Why have you not told me it was you?" He asked curiously.

"I guess I didn't want you to know. I did it because— because I liked you, but you always rejected everyone, every single person and I— and I didn't want to be rejected so, I didn't want you to know who I was," you replied with a nervous chuckle as you gazed around the room, feeling his heavy eyes on you, drinking in every single word that left your lips.

"Of course, I rejected them," he huffed a laugh as he gently grabbed your chin and turned your face back to him. "I wanted to get to know you all along. I couldn't date someone when there was someone else on my mind. When I realised it was you who was sending the potions, I wanted to jump out of my skin," his happy expression faltered as he let go of your chin. "But you never showed any interest. I thought maybe it was only a friendly gesture. Maybe you were helping others too and—," Oliver didn't have time to finish his sentence.

"I wasn't. I only sent them to you," you interrupted him, earning a sweet smile from him.

"So, all this time, we both watched each other from afar, wanting to get to know each other better but none of us made the first move, huh?" He asked as his lips curved up, a foolish grin taking over his face.

"So, it seems," you replied as you mirrored his expression. "But technically, I did make the first move by leaving potions for you," you chuckled nervously, though it sounded more playful.

"Well, technically, I've asked to talk to you today so I'd have to argue with your logic," he retorted with the same playful grin.

"Fine, I will let you win," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Thank you, very generous of you," he scoffed, but his smirk never faltered as he lifted your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, his lips slightly tickling your skin. You felt as though you'd been dreaming all along, but the kiss he left on the back of your hand reassured you that Oliver was right there, holding on to you. "Though I really do feel like a winner today. I won a date with you after all and hopefully even more," he said as he brushed a loose lock of hair behind your ear, his gentle gesture sending a shiver through your body.

"We will see about that," you replied with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, his confession growing your confidence. Oliver let out a heartfelt laughter as the words left your lips, making you want to jump out of your own skin. You were both excited and inhumanly content as you watched Oliver's happy expression, both of you basking in that sweet moment you shared.

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HP Requests??

Hey guys!! so I’ve finally managed to get somewhat back into the swing of writing again (at long last, soz about that) but in order to really get the ball rolling I need to be writing more of what I’m particularly inspired to write for rn - which, to no one’s surprise, is Harry Potter!

So, help me out a bit if you can by sending me some blurb requests for Fred, George, Charlie, Remus, Sirius, Oliver and Newt?? Those are the people I’m feeling writing for most atm, and I love the Maurauder era writing so much that I’m desperate to write Remus and Sirius and only have a few requests for them at the moment so PLEASE send in some requests for them!!!

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Forget Us Not

Steven Grant x dark!MarcSpector x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smut, hand job, dry humping, gagging, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, hair pulling, pussy slapping, sorta dub con

a/n: When I tell you guys I’m already an absolute whore for Oscar Isaac’s portrayal of Steven. I mean it. And this is what has come of it.🙈

He’s always fumbling for his keys when you see him, always tripping over air or dropping something. Bumping into you accidentally and spewing out apology after apology. Steven Grant is gauche. Somehow, his demeanor draws you to him. Maybe it’s his pitch black hair, his olive skin or the goofy grin he’ll give you when he’s not rushing to his apartment. Steven’s handsomeness is a definite factor in your attraction towards him. But, his eyes are what really speak to you.

They’re a deep brown. They almost match the black of his pupil. But, while the color may be dark, there’s something beyond simple pigment that’s darker. Sometimes he looks manic, unhinged–maybe even frightened. Other times he carries bags from the long nights he has. You can occasionally hear him through your wall when his sleep just won’t come. Then, on a few occasions, you swear those eyes are hardened with a cool, unforgiving indifference. It’s like he’s not Steven.

You wish he’d talk to you more than just in passing. You want him to come over and talk about his day, ask you questions about yours. You’re completely enamored with your attractive neighbor. Moving to London was a struggle. You knew no one, had no one until Steven introduced himself with a small voice and shy eyes. That’s where this crush began. You can’t tell him your true feelings in fear of scaring him off. You’d rather have his quick chats than his avoidance.

You’re washing dishes when suddenly, the power flickers once, twice before shutting off completely. You’re absorbed in darkness as the storm outside rages on. Your throat feels tight, your heart pounds harshly against your chest. This isn’t good. You’ve never done well alone in utter darkness. Your nerves are eating you from the inside out and without even thinking, you’re blindly moving towards your door.

If possible, the hallway seems even more black than your apartment. You can’t see anything as you brace your hand on the wall, feeling your way as you walk towards your neighbor’s door. Once you feel the cool wood you begin knocking in quiet, quick rapes.

“Steven,” you whisper urgently, trying your best to not disturb the peace. “Steven, it’s me. Please, open the door.”

Elation fills your body as you hear the faint patter of footsteps coming closer. The door swings open to reveal the man of your needs standing with a candle that reveals his look of shock. “y/n? What’s wrong?”

He looks calmer tonight. The candle light dances over the sharp edges of his jaw and cheeks, twinkling in the endless pools of brown that hold utter confusion. His hair shines in its disheveled state. The gray tee he wears is pulled taut against his chest, accentuating a firmness you never knew he had. 

“Um.” Now it’s you who’s the one lost for words. “I just– I don’t really like being alone when there’s no light anywhere and I was wondering if I could stay with you until the power comes back on?”

“Of course, please, come in.”

He didn’t even hesitate, didn’t question you further. He just stepped aside with welcoming arms. You stick close to him and the little flickering flame as he shuts his door. It’s completely silent throughout the building complex. The only noises that can be heard are the harsh patter of rain and the occasional clap of thunder. 

“I’m sorry for barging in on you. It’s just that you’re the only person who I consider a friend here.”

Steven smiles and drops his head down slightly to look at his feet. “You don’t have to be sorry. I enjoy your company.” He steps in front of you, leading you deeper into his place. “Please, make yourself comfortable while I light more candles.”

You sit upon the large sofa. It’s broken in well, the softness making you relax a little more. You watch as he puts variations of candles on the coffee table, lighting each one before moving to place some on his shelves, his window ledges and counters. Soon, the whole apartment is basked in a low, yellow light from the flames. 

You can see his home better. Everything seems old. Antique furniture decorates the living space, hundreds of books are stacked neatly on towering bookshelves, pages of what seems to be paperwork lay scattered about almost every table surface. The ambiance of the flat is filled with quietude and intelligence. Just like its owner.

It seems as if his initial confusion and the pity he took on you disappears as he tries to busy himself, doing anything and everything to avoid being in your vicinity. He’s nervous, but why? Maybe it’s just his nature or maybe, it’s because of you. The thought isn’t too absurd. You didn’t come here to pull anything with him. You came here because you were frightened. But, as you watch him fiddle with the stove as he makes tea, something in you isn’t so sure you can leave without just having a taste of him.

As the tea finishes boiling, he fills two cups. He hands you the glass with a slight tremble of his hand. You thank him as he sits next to you. He’s too far for your liking. You want his thigh pressed against yours, want his woodsy scent attacking your smell. Want to see those beautiful, haunting eyes up close while you talk to him.

The rain continues to fill the silence. “You never sleep do you?”

Steven chokes a little on the warm tea as the question leaves your lips. You don’t know why you asked him a question you know the answer to, but you want to know why you hear him up at all hours, why he looks so defeated some days. You’ve heard him cry a few times through the thin walls. It breaks your heart to think he’s in pain. To think that the pain runs deeper than any cut.

“I, uh, I have a sleeping disorder.”

When he said it, it looked as if he didn’t believe a word he spoke. Like saying ‘sleeping disorder’ was the safest route. Now, he just looks embarrassed.

“You must think I’m a loon.”

You sit your tea on the coffee table and scoot closer to him. He stiffens as you bring your hand to his sculpted face. Gently, you cup his cheek and he leans into your palm the slightest bit. “I think you’re beautiful.”

You want to say so much more. Delve into why his beauty is beyond what’s on the outside. But, the words just won’t come as you look at his furrowed brows and bitten lips. You take Steven’s cup from him and place it along with yours before bringing your attention back to his tense body.

You lean into him, craning your neck to get closer to his mouth. He stops breathing as your lips gently graze along his. “Can I kiss you, Steven?”

His eyes are frantic, searching for any signs that this could be some sick joke to play on the weirdo next door. You convey nothing but longing to him. Slowly, he shakes his head.

“I need you to say it.” So close. So close to taking his mouth, tasting his tongue, swallowing his moans.

He gulps, “Y-you can kiss me.”

You press your lips to his, making sure to go at his pace. Lips lock, moving in sync before you slip your tongue past the seam of his mouth. He’s pulled so tight, you fear he’s going to strain himself. You crawl on top of him, not tearing your lips away until you're situated over the sizable bulge confined in his jogging pants. 

“Do you want this? Want me?”

Without missing a beat, he confesses, “I’ve always wanted you.”

It’s like all the air is sucked from your lungs as you take in his admission. He’s wanted me. You look down at him. His pupils take over his eyes, his chest is heaving while sweat breaks out along his forehead. He already looks ruined and you haven’t even touched him yet.

You flush yourself against his cock that’s grown more prominent. When he feels your warmness through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts, tiny gasps pass through his lips. When you begin to rock, he’s chasing the friction with a hazy need. 

As you move against the hardness of Steven’s shaft, your covered clit begins to throb. The cotton of your panties gives you a titillating sensation that spreads throughout your legs while also crawling up to wrap around your chest. 

Your hands find purchase on his heaving chest. He’s hard beneath your fingers, making you even more curious about the body he’s hiding beneath his clothing. His hips move along with yours, applying more pressure to your swollen pussy that’s sticking against your underwear. 

His hands have been gripping the couch tightly, but you need his touch. You need to feel his skin on yours. “Steven, touch me. Feel my body, baby,” you tell him while grabbing his hands and moving them beneath your tee. 

His palms are warm as he wraps them tightly around your waist, aiding in your fervent movements. He’s squeezing and pulling the flesh of your hips as his panting increases. Timidly, he trails his hands up to find your bare breasts. He gropes you, feeling you out as you arch into his touch.

“Is this okay?” he asks as you throw your head back.

“It’s perfect.”

The knot that formed as soon as you mounted him is about to unravel with each bump and grind his hips create with your own. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Harder, grab me harder.” At your request, his hands squeeze your chest with a sweet firmness. His lithe fingers find your nipples to roll them between the pads.

Buzzing beneath your skin takes over. Your hips stutter when climax hits you. Your cunt pulses around nothing as your orgasm crashes over you. It feels like hours before your hands loosen their grip on his tee and your toes unfurl. 

You dip your head down to kiss him, hand diving into the waistband of his underwear. While you palm his erection, he struggles to keep up with your mouth. His lips part and his ragged pants hit your tongue as you slide it along his. Pulling away, you go to his neck, sucking and kissing as you pull his cock free. You work over his hot flesh, hand squeezing the tip before sliding your fist down to his base.

His length is impressive, but his girth is what makes your mouth water. He’s so thick. Your fingers barely meet each other as you hold him. You know he’s going to stretch your pussy out real nice. He’s going to ruin you for every other man.

“Please, faster. Tighter,” he pleads. 

Smirking into his neck, you grip him harder between your spread legs. Precum starts to seep through his opening as you work him over at a faster pace. Steven’s hips piston, pushing his dick through your hand as his whines grow and chest heaves.

As you breathe against his neck, your hand hugging him tightly, Steven suddenly grows still. His hips stop their assault, his breathing evens out. Confused, you raise your head from his shoulder to see why he stopped his movements.

“What’s wr-” A gasp cuts off your question as you look at him, cock still in hand. Your timid, bashful Steven is no longer. Those beautiful doe-like eyes are hardened, looking over you with a cold negligence. Eyebrows that once rose in pleasure are now resting easy across his broad forehead. 

“Why’d you stop, sweetheart?”

Fear starts to make its way up your spine. His voice is low, menacing as he smirks at you. You scramble off him, falling to the floor as he towers over you. He looks evil as the shadows from the candle light cross his features. His unexpected dominance shouldn’t have a wave of arousal bubbling in your lower stomach. 

“Steven?” You should run. Yet, your ass stays glued to the rug below you. 

“Not quite.”

He falls to his knees, dick hard and begging for attention. He takes his shirt off before crawling to you. Each muscle is straining under his beautiful tan skin. You move back from his advancing form, but his hand lashes out and grabs your ankle. You let out a squeal as he drags you to rest underneath him.

Steven buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent as he ruts against your covered core. “You’re going to keep these pretty legs spread for us. Aren’t you, baby?”

Us? “You’re scaring me.”

All he does is chuckle as he brings his nose to yours, bumping it gently as his lips graze your own parted ones. “I believe you look better scared.” His mouth crashes against yours. It’s all teeth and tongue as he forces your lips apart. His hands rip your shirt from the collar, exposing your heaving chest. You pull away before he can grope you.

You scurry out from underneath him, turning over to stand up and run. The wind gets knocked from you as Steven presses all his weight down on you. You can feel his erection against your ass. It causes you to fight harder. But, the more you struggle, the more he laughs at your attempts.

He presses your head down against the floor, trapping your body with his. Bringing his lips to your ear, he whispers, “What’s wrong? You were loving this a minute ago. Even came on my thigh like a dirty bitch.”

Heat floods your face along with your pussy. “You’re not him. You’re not the man I wanted.”

“No?” His hands tear away your shorts and panties. His palm smacks your wet cunt causing you to jerk forward. “You seem to want me just fine, sweetheart.” Over and over he slaps you between your legs as his thighs keep them open. You’re crying from the harsh sting on your clit. 

“Beg for my dick.”

You keep your lips sealed as he runs his shaft through your wetness. He angles your hips up as he grabs your hair, pulling it so he can bring your face towards his. “Beg or I’ll fucking kill you.”

You don’t know what’s happening. How someone so sweet can turn into such a monster in seconds. Why you like the fear, the threats, the roughness is something you can’t grasp either. Is it because he’s the man you see every night when you close your eyes? Or is it something deeper, something primal within you that you need sated?

“Please. Please give me your dick.”

You hear him chuckle behind you before he sinks himself inside your awaiting hole. You cry out at the stretch. It burns sweetly as he drags his thick shaft from your tightness before plunging in again. He’s feral as he holds your hip in one hand and your hair in the other, pushing and pulling your body as he sees fit. “This tight little pussy feels so fucking good,” he grunts. “Only thing you’re good for.”

He moans as your core involuntarily squeezes him tighter. He’s pounding into you with no abandon. It’s like he’s never felt a woman before as he growls and his hips bruise your ass. You can feel his tip kiss your cervix causing your back to arch up. You try to run from his thrusts, but you knew you wouldn't get far as you feel his fingers leave your hair to hook into your mouth.

Your whimpers become muffled as he presses the pads of his three fingers down on your tongue. His body spears yours, keeping you completely and utterly trapped. The pleasure is building in your gut. You find yourself spreading your legs further to feel as much of him as possible. 

Steven moves his fingers down your throat. You gag as his long digits rest on the back of your tongue. “That’s right, baby. Choke on em’. Get em’ nice and wet.” Drool spills from your mouth and down your chest. He has you truly fucked as the lack of air makes your eyes go cross.

Your chokes mix with the sound of his skin hitting yours. It’s a nasty symphony. One that has you clenching and wanting to cum. His fingers leave your mouth. You’re gasping for air when you feel him roll your throbbing clit between his soaked fingers. All that much needed air is knocked from you as your climax peaks higher. 

You bury your face into the scratchy rug and let out a guttural moan. You’re humping against his cock and hand as you chase your orgasm. Your vision blurs as he matches the twirl of his wrist with his thrusts. It’s too much as every muscle begins to ache. Before you can comprehend it’s happening, your ears ring as your whole body seizes.

It’s a climax you’ve never felt before. One that causes your brain to shut down along with your body as you slump to the floor. Your pussy is numb, overworked as Steven fucks into your limp figure. Your eyes begin to flutter. His grunts and moans you don’t register. The only thing you feel is his warm cum spilling into your walls. 

He lifts your head up and brings his mouth to your ear. “Thanks,” he breathes. “I needed that.” He slams your skull against the hardwood floor and you’re engulfed in the darkness you tried to avoid tonight.

~~~

Steven is a wreck as he looks down upon your sleeping form in his bed. He could’ve sworn Marc wouldn’t pull anything. He thought they were in agreement to let him live his life unless there was immediate danger.

You think I’d pass up a piece of ass like that?

“Shut up!” Steven seethes into the silent air, careful not to wake you. “Why’d you do that to her? To me?”

She loved it, Stevie. I wish you could’ve seen her. She wanted your dick so bad. Got tighter each time I told her what to do.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” 

Pacing throughout his room, he runs his hands through his hair. What’s he going to tell you when you wake up? “I’m sorry the ancient spirit inside me took over and almost killed you.” No. You’d never believe him. But, he couldn’t leave you without an explanation. 

After he tells you, he’ll make sure to never go near you again. Make sure Marc doesn’t have the chance to sink his teeth into you. His heart clenches. You’re supposed to be his. Steven’s. Not the ghost’s that haunts his mind.

Don’t worry. I won’t interfere with your little crush again. Unless, she begs you to rough her up. I’ll be more than happy to help appease her more…feral appetite.

Steven lets out a whimper as he hangs his head. He didn’t ask for any of this. Why him? Why now? Taking a deep breath, he makes his way to his bed. He crawls beside you, making sure to keep his distance. You stir and he freezes. In your sleep, you grasp him and drag yourself to rest on his chest.

Marc said you wanted it. Wanted him. So, maybe you didn’t think anything was off. He relaxes a little at the thought. He’ll discuss everything when you wake up. As for now, he lets the rain lull his racing mind and your body ground him as you sleep with your legs tangled with his. 

[foxilayde]

The Longest Year [hot!Saint Joseph x fem!Reader]

Warnings: Was this the most sacrilegious thing I could have done today? You tell me. It’s fluff mainly, I didn’t make Joseph do anything ‘weird’ okay. He’s a perfect ‘saint’ alright?

Summary: You’re married to Joseph (idk what happened to the Virgin Mary. She is somewhere else, she doesn’t exist in this universe. And so I guess by extension that means no Jesus or atoning of our sins so we are all essentially dammed. Whatever. Enjoy.)

Length: 1.6k

A Year. Almost an entire year of being Josheph’s wife has gone by. The most tortured year of your young life by far. The hottest summer and the loneliest winter. A springtime that got you so warm it had you writhing in the tall grass by yourself, and fall evenings spent with your nose out of the stone ledge window of your bedroom- hoping to smell the fire from his hearth on the breeze. 

A year. The dictated time given by God, between wedding and bedding. 

Not that you had been completely chaste. It was unfair for God to expect it of you- walking by Joseph every day, watching him work long, backbreaking hours, hauling wood and rocks, face dusted with dirt, knuckles cracked and raw, sweat on his furrowed bow- a hard strong brow that softens without fail when he catches you passing by; your arms laden with herbs or grains. The finger-paint smudges of  clay on his face, both endearing and heart stopping.

You hardly knew him when you married him. But the edict from your father at the tiny ‘wedding’ in the main room of your home: “You must look at him as your husband now, and in a year you will move into his home.”

“I am building us a home.” Joseph said to you. “Big enough for a family.” His eyes were warm and oh so very kind. You could hardly recall if he’d ever spoken to you directly before that statement, or if that was the first time.

Too shy to reply at the time, you just bowed your head in acknowledgement. But now- now, (if only you had known him then as you do now) you would have kissed his hands, his eyelids, his lips, and breathed a thousand thanks into his mouth. 

If you had known the way his hands feel on your waist- heavy and safe… you would have held him then in your father’s home. 

But that knowledge came later. Sprinkled throughout the year like plucked olive blossoms blowing in a breeze and catching in your hair. 

The summer when the marriage was new and the house was only a foot tall, you brought him water from the well; remembering your father’s advice, to treat him like your husband, your partner. You were passing by the scant abode, noting the way he struggled and sweat with the larger rocks, to lay the foundation. So you dropped off the collected herbs to your mother and fetched a bowl for Joseph. 

You stood behind him silently. Not knowing what to say, not knowing what your first words to your husband should be, holding the bowl of water in shaking palms. You stood in the perimeter of your future home- where you would, God willing, spend the rest of your life with this man by your side, and you couldn’t speak. 

You cleared your throat and he turned from mixing the clay to see you standing awkwardly with the bowl. You thrust it out to him belatedly, water sloshing over the sides. He rose to his feet, wiping his hands on the rag tied round his waist. He smiled at you, flecks of the grey clay splattered on his cheeks. He looked so warm and inviting, like a fresh hearth, and you fought a fierce urge to touch his cheek. 

He took the bowl from you and drank with a groan, water rivulets traveling down his sun deepened neck.

“Thank you… wife.” He smiled at you sweetly. Teeth peeking out behind his thick beard. The longer you looked at him the more thoughts of touching him consumed you, how you wished to run your fingers through his beard, to feel the texture.... and to wipe his face with a cleansing cloth, to cool and soothe him. You swallowed before replying, 

“Husband. You seemed thirsty.”

“I was.” His smile is as bright as the summer sky above you. 

“Can I get you anything else, Husband?” 

“The pleasure of your company? You may work on weaving, or anything you can bring… You don’t have to talk, just your presence will be enough to lift my spirits and give me strength.”

You nod at him, knowing there is some weaving you can bring to do on the floor here. You took the bowl from his hands, fingers brushing against his. 

~~~

That is how you spent the summer, sitting contentedly in silence with Joseph as he worked on your future home. When the walls rose to three feet, your mother told you it would be inappropriate for you to continue to be in the home with him. So you moved your weaving to your father’s house.

You missed his presence; the silent company, the trips to the well, the rivulets down his neck, the way he wold complement your weaving. So you spent the fall taking as many trips as you could to walk by the house, now at 4 feet. Forgetting herbs, forgetting water, feigning a need to visit Chel or Leida… just to pass by him, to smile at him. 

When the structure rose to 5 feet, when you could no longer see him from the road, he built the first window- and you stuck your head inside, surprised to find his face so close. You did not pull back when he held your face in his rough palms and kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, then settling his warm nose next to yours and slowly as an olive blossom falls, he pressed his lips to yours. You dropped your herbs and one foot left the ground. 

You thought the shaking burning feeling inside of you could be quenched with more presses of his lips… but each time only added fuel to the fire and, God help you, you liked the way it felt, wild and blazing hot.

Through the winter you would poke your head in through the window nearly everyday and he would greet you with kisses that grew longer, even as the daylight grew shorter. Kisses that opened your mouth and tasted you. Kisses that made you crawl through the window on two occasions and hold him close to you.

But Joseph was a Godly man and would not let his desire destroy the promise he made before God and your father. 

“We cannot be alone, sweet wife. You must go. Let me to my work to build you a good home.”

Of course, that only made you want to kiss him longer, deeper, closer. But he pushed you away gently and scanned the path for Nazarenes before assisting you outside and bidding you, “good day, gentle wife.”

~~~~

One day in spring while gathering yarrow, you spotted him bent over the offshoot of a tree- cutting a sapling for the bough of your roof. You grinned wickedly, sneaking up behind him with steady hands and flung your arms round his neck. He stumbled over and you fell on top of him. Both of you laughing wildly. He grinned up at you after the laughter subsided and picked an olive blossom from your hair. 

The look in his eyes begged you kindly to press close to him, and so you did, pushing green and sticky fingers into the clay flecked locks of his thick hair, licking into his mouth with practice, and finding something new entirely with your legs on either side of his. 

He groaned into your mouth, an almost pained sound, and you nearly leapt off him with worry you’d hurt him. You hadn’t of course. You both apologized to each other and he reassured you, “soon, my sweet wife.” Hoisting the saplings over his shoulder he smiled and said, “The roof is nearly complete.”

“I look forward to seeing it finished, dear husband.”

You watched him walk the path back to the village, when he was out of sight you fell to the floor to rest a bit in the spot where his back had lain under your body, praying to God to let the weeks pass quickly. 

They had not passed quickly. But they had passed. 

A whole year.

There was no ceremony today, just a tearful packing of belongings from your mother and a hug and kiss to each of your siblings before making your way excitedly down the well trodden path to Joseph’s door. Your door. 

You arrive without announcing yourself to find him pacing in front of the hearth. The stamped out fire tells you he thought of greeting you with one but decided that the day had been too hot. Which it had been: your own family deciding against tea that evening in favor of a cool breeze. But Joseph… Joseph is your family now. The thought makes you smile and you discard your meager posessions on the bare floor before running the few steps to greet him with a hug. A hug that seems to last for hours. A hug to make up for all the lack of embraces, for each time you wished you could have greeted him this way. He spins you around slowly and you open your eyes to take in the abode. Your home. The one he built with his hands. You look up to the ceiling and see the beautiful boughed roof, one that will surely last all your days and you kiss him fiercely with tears of joy in your eyes. 

[thebadgerclan]

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Dreams- He found you through dreams...

Fred Weasley x reader

Still Alive- You can’t believe you’re still alive...

George Weasley x reader

Pretty Little Bunny**- You’re his pretty little bunny...

Charlie Weasley x reader

Bill Weasley x reader

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Long Week- After a long week, you unwind with your love...

First Of Many- The first kiss of many...

In Love- What can he say?  He’s in love...

Woke Up Needy**- You woke up needy...

Lingering Memories- His stint in Azkaban still haunts him...

Far From Finished**- He’s far from finished with you...

Certain**- You’ve never had sex, but tonight, you’re certain...

Preoccupied**- His thoughts have been preoccupied all day...

Rough Day- Lucius has had a rough day...

Yours**- You’re finally truly his...

Attention- You want Lucius’ attention...

Out Of Hand- These revels can get a little out of hand...

Need Him**- You don’t care about the party, you need him...

Undeserving- He feels undeserving...

Care**- Your Dominant comes home...

Right Here- An attack almost takes him from you...

Spoil- He wants to spoil you...

Lunch- When your husband complains of the Ministry’s food, you take matters into your own hands...

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Chickened Out- He chickened out the first time...

Happy To Be Home**- Newt’s happy to be home...

Vengeance- No one hurts your boyfriend...

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Change That**- Neville’s never had a blowjob, you want to change that...

Ball of Mush- Neville’s a big ball of mush for you...

Pretty Boy**- Neville’s been wanting you all day...

Experience**- Neville plans on gaining lots of experience with you...

Blind Date- You’re set up on a blind date...

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Worth the Wait- He was definitely worth the wait...

His- You’re his, and everyone knows it...

Easily Flustered**- You easily fluster your boyfriend...

Letters From Home- Sirius receives another letter from home...

Secret- You’re tired of being kept a secret…

Pining- You’ve been pining for him for years...

Mission- Sirius is sent on a mission...

Kicking- The baby’s kicking...

Fatherhood- He’s a little scared of fatherhood...

Best Friend’s Sister- He’s fallen for his best friend’s sister...

Restored- The Black name has been restored...

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Just A Little Water- It was just a little water...

Without The Kids- In the past few months, you’ve fallen for him...

The Next Best Thing**- If he can’t fuck you, then he’s alright with the next best thing...

What Happens Next**- He’s not responsible for what happens next...

Fuck, Claim, Breed**- It’s that time of the month...

Pest- Remus comes to the rescue when a pest invades...

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Distance- Over the years, you simply grew apart...

Fear- Remus fears for your child...

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Clever Girl**- Severus discovers how you like to be praised...

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Your Alpha- Finally, Severus will be your Alpha...

Cold and Brooding- Severus isn’t actually cold and brooding..

His Good Girl**- You broke his most important rule...

Wonderful Start to the Day- The best way to start the morning...

Early Present**- You give Severus an early Christmas present...

Life’s Too Short- Life’s too short not to go for what you want...

Winter Afternoon- A winter afternoon with your love...

Pressure-He’s under immense pressure...

Take Control**- He needs you to take control...

Care- After Nagini strikes, you care for Severus...

Relax- You help your husband relax...

Hold Him Over**- This will have to hold him over...

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What He Needs**- After a long day, Severus knows what he needs...

Pups**-You’re ready to start a family...

Relapse (TW: Self Harm)- Severus is there when you go through a relapse...

Deserving- Despite what he believes, Severus is deserving of love...

Love He Deserves- You give Severus the love he deserves...

Enough- He fears he’s not enough...

Everywhere**- Today, he will have you everywhere

Anxiety- Sometimes, your anxiety gets the best of you...

Insecure- He’s insecure, but that doesn’t mean you don’t love him...

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SIGHT FOR SORE EYES — oliver wood x slytherin! f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: usual house conflict/ bullying

SUMMARY: you were best friends with the slytherin quidditch captain, not necessarily oliver wood’s usual type. someway and somehow, the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team found an ever growing crush on you.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 1335 words/ 8 minutes

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"OLIVER," percy shook the boy.

"huh? what?" oliver snapped out of his daydream.

"lesson's over, we can leave now," percy explained as he packed his quill into his bag.

"oops, okay okay i'm coming," you shoved your parchments into your bag and swung it over your shoulder, rushing out of the charms classroom.

ever since oliver received his timetable for the school year and found himself in the same charms lesson as you, he had started an ever-growing crush on you.

it started off more as a sight for sore eyes thing, you were simply something for his eyes to ogle at during professor flitwick's lectures.

but over the course of the year, he'd notice the beautiful features on your face and your small habits that were easily overlooked by others.

he'd watch how anytime professor flitwick were to ask the class a question, you would pick your head up slightly then slump into your seat, almost as if you knew the answer but was too shy to raise your hand.

he had also noticed how your nose would twitch slightly whenever a cold breeze were to brush past the classroom, and how you would pull your robes closer to your body to warm yourself up.

no matter how much oliver adored you, he could never admit it. not to his friends, and certainly not to you.

he was the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team while you were in slytherin. your best friend was the slytherin beater for godric's sake.

it was the last class of the day and you and lucian were making your way to the library to do some studying before dinner.

"i've seen you and warrington flirting around recently," lucian eyed you suspiciously as he walked backward so he could face you.

"he was the one flirting with me! i've tried to turn him down politely a few times but he doesn't get the hint."

"oh come on y/n, give him a shot. you're sixteen and never been on a date! it's honestly getting quite sad," lucian was about to say something else when he bumped into a figure and fell backward onto his bum.

"oi! watch where you're going wood!" lucian scolded as he stood up and brushed his hands on his slacks.

"you were the one who bumped into me," oliver defended himself.

"fucking hell, you gryffindors just never want to admit when you're in the wrong do you. is this why all of you are rubbing up with mudbloods?" hatred laced off of lucian's tongue as he puffed his chest, inches away from oliver.

"sod off bole," oliver glared.

you sighed at the derogatory term lucian used and you had told him numerous times that it was wrong of him to do so.

you quickly pulled lucian by his shoulder, trying to diffuse the situation.

"hey luce, it's alright, let's just leave," you tried to interfere.

"i'll leave when he apologises."

you could just hear to anger in lucian's tone and knew that if you did not do something soon, a fight was about to break out.

you knew oliver from a few of your classes and he was quite a sweetheart. but you also knew he was assertive and had the gryffindor pride and bravery to stand up for himself.

you placed a hand on lucius' shoulder and rubbed it lightly, this action seemed to have calmed him down.

"i know you're upset but you were the one who bumped into him. you could just walk away but i would appreciate it if you apologised, especially since you used that term." you whispered so only he could hear.

lucian gave you a do i have to? look, which you only returned with a small nod.

"i'm sorry wood," lucian mumbled as he picked up his bag and walked off, purposefully bumping his shoulder into oliver's as he did.

oliver's eyes softened as the both of you made eye contact. you sent him a short but sweet smile and ran off to look for lucian.

lucian ended up calming down and the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon at the library.

you and him settled into the slytherin table in the great hall during dinner and conversed with the other students around you.

"i'll be right back," you informed lucian and hopped out of the bench.

you walked over to the gryffindor table, getting stares from the red and gold clad students.

you tapped on oliver's shoulder and he turned around, surprised to see you.

"i'm sorry for interrupting you, but i was wondering if we could have a chat? maybe outside?" you chewed on your lip.

you noticed how oliver seemed to have looked at you in awe but he quickly shook his head to break himself out of his trance.

"yea yea of course," he replied and climbed out of the bench.

"i apologise for what happened earlier, lucian's trying his best to get rid of the pureblood mindset he has. but again, i'm sorry for what he said."

"it's quite alright, i'm used to it anyway. don't forget we often play your house during matches," oliver shrugged.

"well i hope you do know that not all slytherins are like that, i think it's just the environments that most of them grew up in," you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"i bet," oliver breathed out as he watched your eyes sparkle from the moonlight shining through the large window in the hallway, "are you and bole...together?"

"me and lucian? merlin no, never. he's like an older brother to me. we've known each other since we were still in nappies." you let out a chuckle, a genuine laugh leaving your mouth at how insane oliver's question was.

oliver did not know what came over him but hearing the sweet sounds of your laughter ignited something in him.

"are you seeing anyone?" he asked.

"er, no," you scratched the back of your neck, embarrassed to admit you had never had a boyfriend before, "just never met the right person yet."

"would you maybe, like to study together sometime next week?"

"i'd like that actually," you fisted the side of your robes nervously.

sure you'd been asked out several times by people in your house, but something about oliver made your tummy do flips. to be honest, whenever lucian would ask you to watch him play, you mainly went to watch the gryffindor keeper in his element.

"i'll see you around," oliver leaned forward and pecked your cheek before quickly scurrying off back into the great hall.

you stood gobsmacked as you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

you practically giggled like a little school girl as you settled back into your seat.

"why're you blushing? and why'd you and wood go outside?" lucian asked curiously as your face fell.

you were so excited that you forgot about how much lucian disliked the gryffindor quidditch captain.

"he uh...asked me out to study..." you sipped from the goblet.

lucian sighed loudly, "d'you like him?"

you nodded lightly.

"well have fun okay?" lucian looked up from his potatoes and gave you a small smile, but you knew lucian long enough to know that that was his way of showing his acceptance.

"oh thank you luce!" your worried expression turned into a happy one as you flung your arms over his shoulders and gave him a hug.

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