Oliver Wood - one shots and imagines

Lost

This is set at the end of his fifth year (the year Harry arrives)

If Oliver and his team lost a match he was never himself in the following days; he would mope around the common room and barely eat at meals. These times were rare but enough to worry you about both his physical and mental health. 

Gryffindor had lost to Slytherin. It definitely wasn't Oliver's best performance, which he knew. Harry Potter, the teams best seeker, was currently in the hospital wing was unable to play, this was sudden so Oliver hadn't had time to make a new match plan. 

You went down to the locker room to find him shirtless and throwing things around,

"Ollie?" You said, barely audible, but guessing by his reaction, he had heard you,

"Oh, love, I didn't hear you come in" he turned around and began fidgeting with something he was holding,

You walked over and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he returned,

"Now, what's bothering you?" Oliver was now sitting on the bench in front of you while you massaged his shoulders, hopefully relaxing him,

"I'm just so stressed with the OWLS coming up, and Harry being unexpectedly ill, and being captain and I- I just feel a lot of pressure to do well in everything. And then the other day I got a letter from my parents about-"

You cut him off from his rambling by giving him another kiss on the lips you knew so well. 

"Babe you just need to let it go. Why don't you go get a shower, then we can go back to my room and cuddle?" You suggested,

"Okay, that sounds good. Want to shower with me?" Oliver smirked at the last bit,

"Geez one second you're stressed, next you're horny. I'll see you upstairs in my room, not for that, okay?" You say sternly, moving to the door,

"Okay, I guess"

Sorry this was short, just felt I need to publish something. This was inspired by a request which I will be doing soon

This certain request is also smut, do you guys want that kinda stuff?

12 November 2020