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oliver wood- fluff

(Modern day AU)

You were lying on your bed, listening to Arctic Monkeys and scrolling through your phone. Snap Out of It was playing, and you were quietly humming along as you ignored the mountains of work that you needed to be doing.

You began to type out a message to Oliver, wondering where he was. He was meant to be back twenty minutes ago.
Before you could press send, he opened your door, sweaty and fatigued. "There he is", you said, but you barely got a weak smile from him. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Oliver put his broom carefully against the wall, rubbing his eyes. "Long day?", you asked gently, to which he nodded. You paused your music and sat up in bed, opening your arms.
Oliver complied without a second's hesitation, resting his head on your lap and hugging your middle. You combed your fingers through his disheveled hair, soothing away the tension.
"You really need to shower", you said.
"Mhm, in a second", he whined, hugging you tighter. "Let me relax"

Oliver breathed in, not so subtly gathering as much of your scent as he could muster. You continued to stroke his hair, bringing your fingers all the way down to the back of his neck before starting over again. His eyes were closed and he didn't move an inch. Was he asleep?

"Ollie? You asleep?"

Oliver shook his head slightly. "Good. I wanted to hear about your day".
Oliver let out a light chuckle, not opening his eyes. "It was boring, love. Just a bunch of schoolwork and then Quidditch. Those Weasley twins really used up all my patience today. I just wanted to be here with you", he twisted his head slightly to kiss your stomach.

You smiled as you looked out the window from the bed. The sun was starting to go down, casting a fluorescent light over the bed frame. Subconsciously still stroking your boyfriend's hair, you looked down at him. Before you could say a word, you could tell he was asleep. Really, this time. His chest rose and fell slowly, his lips slightly parted. Oliver had some hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, which you combed back away from his eyes. He looked so cute when he was sleepy.

He gripped your shirt with his fist as he relaxed. You kissed his head, before closing your own eyes and falling asleep as well.