blurb based off crush from my tumblr
oliver x reader
Summer, unsurprisingly, was Oliver's least favorite time of the year. He was away from all his friends, away from quidditch, away from you. Even if the two of you exchanged letters once or twice a week, it was no where near the same as seeing you every single day. It was almost like agony.
The only thing keeping him going was the photographs you'd send. The ones where your smile was bright enough to outshine the sun. The ones where you were messing around with your little brother in the garden. The ones from your end of june beach trip, in the yellow polka dot bikini he was so fond of.
He had a few of them haphazardly pinned to the wall above his bed and a few above his desk. His favorite of you was framed on his bedside table, not that he'd admit that to any of boys he roomed with. He strictly kept these photos of you here, for his eyes only.
YOU ARE READING
✓ | SNITCH ʰᵃʳʳʸ ᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉˢ
Fanfiction❝you catch this, potter, and we win.❞ in which i write about your favorite witches and wizards, though the quality is a bit poor. ↳ COMPLETED [ CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING CONSTRUCTION ] ©overmelancholyhill
