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vibraniumwing · 4 years

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i’ve got you, always. [1]

an oliver wood x reader wherein oliver tries to bring the walls the reader built because of a past heartbreak down. will he manage to do that or break his own along the way?

WARNING: angst.

A/N: so @harrysweasleys planted this idea into my head about how oliver wood and y/n met and how their love blossomed after her heartbreak with fred (if you do not know that then please read this first before proceeding) this part is more of a backstory as to how the two met.

i have split this into two parts and you can find the second part here.

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Oliver Wood was an absolute charmer in his days at Hogwarts. He has the girls swooning over him with a simple smile of his— but who wouldn’t be? He’s the Quidditch Captain for Gryffindor.

Because he has only loved and still loves a certain girl, despite her breaking his heart unknowingly, despite him knowing that it was his own fault to begin with.

That was you, (Y/N) (L/N).

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Oliver had first met you during his fourth year, his eyes landing on the small you amongst the crowd of first years who were just as excited to be sorted into their own respective houses. He watched you silently walk up to the chair and sat down, his fingers crossing immediately as he silently wished for you to be in Gryffindor.

And as if the Sorting Hat heard him, you were placed in Gryffindor. The Scottish found himself cheering along with the students as they welcomed you to the long table. You sat beside Fred Weasley and in front of him, too shy to even look at any of them.

“Hello there! I’m Fred!” “I’m George!” The twins immediately introduced themselves, offering their hands to you, which you hesitantly accepted and shook. “I-I’m (Y/N), though you probably heard earlier.”

The way you spoke tugged at his heart gently, making him smile to himself as he stared at you. “That’s Percy, our brother and that next to him is Oliver Wood, the captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.” Fred continued, motioning to the two boys in front of you.

The former merely spared you a glance while the latter gave you a rather warm welcome, “Hope ya like Quidditch! I’ll be looking out for you in the stands.” He teased, unable to hold back the smile as you nodded excitedly, looking forward to seeing how he played in the field. Despite not being the sporty type, you enjoyed the certain thrill of watching the game.

“Hey, (Y/N)! We’re on the team too!” Fred suddenly boasted, “We’re the beaters!” George continued, starting to chow down on the dinner that suddenly appeared from the table.

As you easily fall into the conversation with the twins, a certain captain can’t keep his eyes trained away from you; unsure on how to deal with the feeling brewing within him.

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“You do know she’s three years younger than you, right?” Percy questioned Oliver as he straightened up his school robes and hat.

He groaned softly into his hands, slightly annoyed that he was constantly reminded of that, “I know, Percy. I don’t even know how to deal with this myself and you know me, I always plan and deal with things.”

The ginger just shrugged, really unsure on how to deal with the dilemma of his friend. “That’s up to you to decide, Wood.” He said before heading for the door, off to do his rounds as a prefect.

And with that, he was left to deal with the problem alone.

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If there was anything that Oliver Wood was good at aside from Quidditch, it was keeping his thoughts to himself. After Percy left him alone in their dorm three years ago, he swore himself to secrecy, to never let anyone else know about his little “crush” and decided to just bury it into the back of his mind.

But despite his best efforts to keep his infatuation at bay, you were making it harder to do so. As he witnessed you slowly mature and come out of your shell, the more he finds himself growing fond of your presence.

Oliver found himself by the covered bridge, staring over the vast amount of green as he pondered with his thoughts. The pressure was slowly growing on him with his final Quidditch season and urge to win the cup, his N.E.W.Ts, and of course his pent up emotions, he felt like his head was about to explode.

“Oliver!” A sudden voice called out, he looked over to see your familiar (H/C) locks bounce as you walked over to him, a bright smile on your lips, “You seem worried out of your wits. Is there anything going on inside that head of yours aside from Quidditch?” you asked, earning an eye roll and scoff from him.

He turned around and leaned against the railing, crossing his arms, “Quidditch ain’t the only thing that’s on my mind, lass.” he answered, not even fighting back the smile that was making its way to his lips. “Then enlighten me, Wood.”

Maybe it was the longing feeling of having someone to turn to that made Oliver cave in, “Just pressure, ya know? With my N.E.W.Ts and the Quidditch Cup lingering, it’s quite hard to bear. Then there’s another thing I have to deal with but it’s nothing that concerns you, really.” He confessed, panic settling in him as he realized the latter part of what he just said.

Curiosity got the best of you when he mentioned that he had another thing to deal with, making your eyebrows furrow as you tried to probe around the subject, “Well it is certainly my business now, isn’t it? Since you’ve told me already.”

Panic settled into Oliver as he seemed to struggle with putting the correct words in, fearing that he might spill something to you. He stood there, silent as he contemplated whether or not to tell you about what he was really pondering on just a few moments before you made your presence known.

“It’s just that-” He stopped himself mid sentence, looking at you with a hesitant glance before continuing, “I got this girl I like, been that way since fourth year. My feelings were never unchanging of hers yet I’ve never made it known to the public. No one ever really knows who, I’ve turned down multiple people because they’re not like her.” He explained, looking at you expectantly, nibbling down on his lower lip as he looked at you nervously.

Your face turned into one of excitement, smiling at the realization that he’s got a crush. “Oliver Wood has got a crush? And he doesn’t know how to deal with it? Blimey, that’s something very unusual indeed. What’s the catch though?” Teasing him lightly, you motioned him to continue his explanation.

Taking a deep breath in, he continued, “I’m unsure if she would like me back, (Y/N). Besides, she’s younger than me so I highly doubt that she would feel the same.”

His words made you frown, disliking the fact that he looked at himself so lowly despite him being an actual heartthrob inside the school nor the fact that this was uncharacteristically like him, knowing he would always be sure of his actions, “Oh please, i’m sure whoever that person is would like you back! I mean who wouldn’t? You’ve got extreme loyalty to whatever you’re passionate about, you’re a stellar student and player in the field, I doubt that person would even turn you down!”

The way you hyped him up sparked the little circuit of hope he had, thinking that he might have a chance with you. His worried expression soon morphed into one of determination, the same one he would have during matches. “Alright then, I think I might just do it then. Thanks for the pep talk, lass.” Oliver said, patting you on the shoulder as he walked straight for Hogsmeade, wanting to give a gift upon his confession.

“I’ve got you, Oli! Always!”

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Your words were burned into the back of Oliver’s mind as he made his way into the Gryffindor Common Room, clad in his hands was a bunch of beautiful parchments, a special quill and a beautiful bottle of color-changing ink, knowing how you loved to do writing in your free time.

As he entered, his eyes immediately scan around for the set of (H/C) hair he knew by heart. Spotting you by the couch, he approached you. However, the sight that followed next was not what he had initially expected.

It was you, in the arms of another person, laughing your heart out as the both of you cuddled in front of the fireplace; in the arms Fred Weasley.

Your head whipped around at the sight of him in your peripheral view, “Oh Oli! How did it go?” You asked him excitedly, moving a bit to make some space for him to sit down, motioning your hand for him to come over.

He didn’t know what to do, he was stuck in his place as he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. The girl he wished for, the one girl he turned everyone down, the one girl he looked for inspiration during his darkest times, was never going to be his.

“Fred just confessed to me earlier today! He had this whole picnic set up by the Black Lake, it was wonderful! How about you though? How did things go with your mystery lady?” You exclaimed, leaning into Fred as you were now questioning how things went.

There were no words as to how pathetic Oliver had felt as you boasted on how sweet and extravagant his confession was. He held his gift at his back and mustered up a small smile, “I opted not to, (Y/N). She has a boyfriend now, didn’t want to be much of a wrecker, would I?”

“Oli, I’m so sor-” “No, it’s alright. You didn’t know” He answered quite harshly, glancing at a rather smug looking Fred as his hands tightened around your waist.

He approached you both and placed the gift down on the table, using every inch of his power to give you another smile, albeit half-hearted, “You can have these instead, I find it no use to give it to her anyways.”

You stared at him with wide eyes as you looked at the rather extravagant ink and quill, “Oli, these are so expensive, are you sure you want to give these to me instead?”

“Positive, have fun with those.” He whispered, unable to hold his heartbreak anymore and made his way to his dorm; the feeling of disheartenment lingering through his skin as he remembered the incident he had with the ginger that held you securely in his arms.

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“Oliver!” Fred called out, jogging up to him. He noticed that the expression on the freckle-littered boy was rather serious, making him stop in his tracks and raise his eyebrow at the younger. “What is it, Fred?”

He huffed lightly and shoved his hands inside his pockets, “So you like (Y/N) too?” his tone hint with aggressiveness. The younger looked tense as he competed with the intense stare Oliver gave him.

‘too? He likes (Y/N) too?’ he thought to himself, “So what about it, Weasley?” He questioned him, his tone as equally- if not even more aggressive- as the ginger. His arms were crossed, yet his fists were already clenched, knuckles white from holding back; disliking how the former approached him.

“Just back off, She’s mine.” And with that, the red-head left, leaving the older boy confused and angered. “I won’t lose her to a guy like you.” He answered back, obviously ticked off that someone wanted her as much as he did.

Who was he to say such words like that?

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Oliver stared at the mirror, cringing at how lifeless he looked. He’s been restless since the night he has seen you with Fred, ripples of pain shooting through his heart at the memory. The smile you had that night was permanently etched in his mind, almost haunting him in away.

You were is ray of sun, the motivation he needed when he felt hopeless; yet in these moments, he wanted nothing more to just wipe you away from his memory.

He has managed to stray away and hide from you for the past couple of days, internally thanking the fact that he had to study for his N.E.W.Ts and Quidditch Practice so he has concrete excuses as to why he was avoiding you like the plague.

“Wood, are you coming? We’re waiting for your speech before the match starts.” Harry asked him, staring at his captain with expectant eyes, unaware of the current grief he was holding so tightly to his chest.

With all of the energy he could produce, he masked up and grabbed his broom, ready to face the match ahead.

or at least he thought.

There you were, hugging Fred tightly as you whispered wishes of good luck with their match against Slytherin.

Stopping dead in his tracks, his angered boiled quite quickly and shouted, “Oi Weasley! Get your arse in the tent right now!” His voice dripping with agitation and jealousy.

The red-head placed a quick kiss to your lips before walking over to the tent, noticing the smirk that was plastered on his lips, Oliver gripped on his broom even tighter as he spared you a glance.

“H-Hey, Oli!” you managed to say before he entered the tent. Oh Merlin did he miss hearing your voice. He turned around and looked at you expectantly, foot tapping in anticipation.

“Good luck at the match today. I believe in you.” You cheered him on, waving the little flag you brought with you before skipping away to the stands to join your friends.

A big smile suddenly appeared on his lips, a sudden wave of determination washing over him at the cheer you gave him. As much as he hated himself to admit this, you were still his energizer.

And your cheer was all that he needed to push forward.

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“And Harry Potter has caught the snitch! The best house-” “Jordan!” “Sorry Professor, Gryffindor has won the match! They won the Quidditch Cup!”

As Lee Jordan’s voice rung out through the whole pitch, Oliver’s eyes were wide in disbelief, cheering along with his teammates as they have finally won the cup. He was leaving Hogwarts with the Quidditch Cup in their hands.

He watched as his the twins carried Harry on their shoulders, raising the trophy high up in the air as they laughed to their hearts content. Personally receiving a few greetings of his own, he was more than ready to rest at the Hospital wing with Madame Pomfrey all in his ears.

“Oliver!” A familiar voice rung out through the crowd, looking around, he saw you running towards him with the biggest smile. He dropped his broom instantly and opened his arms, ready to accept you in his arms.

You jumped to his arms, hugging him tightly, a proud feeling swelling in your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Unknowing of the fact that the latter wanted nothing more than his moment to last, “Congratulation on winning! I knew you could do it!”

You broke away from the hug and placed your hands on his shoulders, “How are you though? You took some nasty bludgers to the stomach.” You asked, frowning lightly at the sight of him falling down.

The older shook his head, a wide smile on his lips, “It’s nothing too bad, (Y/N). Nothing I can’t handle.” He explained, ruffling your hair lightly, which earned him a few punches to the arm. “Thank you for cheering me on though, it meant a lot.” He continued, giving her a smile, his real smile.

“Like what I said before, Oli. I’ve got you, always! Now, I’ll be off, Congratulations again, Captain!”

And with that, he watched you jump into Fred’s arms, lips locked in a rather brief kiss as you shouted congratulatory words to him.

Oliver couldn’t even bear to look at the sight, smiling once more to his teammates, he headed off and decided not to look back.

To never look back at you and the memories you made.

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chocolatemillkk · 6 years

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Bad Timing (JM)

Request: Hi lovely can you please do one where you and Jack love each other and you find out he likes you too somehow but you're scared? Thank you love your writing XX

In a heartbeat, it's over.

"I don't feel the same way," he says.

"Since when?" My voice cracks on the when.

He takes in a deep breath and sighs. For him, the confession is a load off his shoulders. I see it in the way his shoulders aren't as hunched and the way the exhale looks like freedom.

"Since the concert," he finally replies.

"When you saw your ex?" I was incredulous. We'd dated for nine months and one sighting of his ex washed it all away?

"It's not her fault." He explains.

"So now we're defending her," I run my fingers through my hair. I couldn't believe him.

"I just don't want to lead you on while I don't feel the same way!" He exclaims.

"Like you led me on for nine months?" I shout. "I should've known you weren't still over her."

"It's not her-"

"Get out!" I shout. "Stop defending her just get out!"

He raises his hands and mutters something about not understanding.

"Oh I understand perfectly!" I stomp to the door ahead of him and yank it open. "You broke up with your girlfriend and decided to rebound with me! Except it went on longer than you thought and now that your ex is single you're getting back with her."

He doesn't say anything, his gaze flickering to the open door behind me.

"I bloody knew you were trouble," I hear an unexpected voice behind me and before I can see who it is they've stepped into my flat and have my ex pushed up against the wall.

"Jack!" I shout, tugging at his arms. As much as I wished to see Jack pummel his face in, he wasn't worth it. "He's not worth it."

Jack keeps him like that for a second longer before letting go, his expression murderous. My now-ex straightens out his shirt before walking away.

"You probably want him anyway-I wasn't blind to what's between you two." My ex spits out before rushing down the hall. Jack makes a move to go after him but I grab his arm.

"Leave him Jack," I sigh. "Don't waste your time on him like I did."

"I'm sorry," Jack says after a beat of silence. He looks uncomfortable, unsure if he should hug me or wait for me to finish my rant. Or maybe the final comment left him uncomfortable. Whatever I did next definitely made him uncomfortable.

I burst into tears.

"Shit," Jack swears. "Wait-hold up. No Y/N don't cry over him yo-you just said not to waste your time!"

"I know," I cry. "I'm not good at following my own advice."

Jack laughs, "That's something I can confirm."

With the joke, the tension eases and Jack pulls me into him. I let him hold me as I release the tears over the stupid boy who just broke my heart.

Suddenly, Jack's phone goes off and I lean away.

"Hello," Jack answers. "Yeah-uh listen just leave we'll catch up. Something came up."

"Oh no," I dab at my tears. "We're supposed to go out. Was everyone waiting downstairs?"

"Yeah," Jack shrugs. "It's alright. Do you still want to go out?"

"Well it's for Oli's birthday," I say. "I can't miss it."

"I'm sure he'd understand love," Jack hugs me again, stroking my hair. The tender rythmic strokes and my nose in Jack's soft shirt stir up old feelings.

No! I tell myself. I just broke up with my boyfriend! I'm vulnerable and sad and needing comfort and Jack is conveniently here. I was so not attracted to Jack in this very moment....right?

But the devil's advocate in me asks: when weren't you in love with Jack?

I sigh at the truth. It felt like I'd had a crush on Jack so long that the only way to forget about it was to just say he was my best friend and date other people. If you said something enough time, it was supposed to manifest and come true right? That's how it was working for me-I'd kept the feelings at bay enough to watch him get into relationships and get into some of my own.

But nights when I was drunk and watching him dance with other girls the jealousy would creep in. Or days when he would casually say he loved me, my thoughts would carry me to daydreams where he was saying that romantically.

"I love you," Jack says almost on cue. "You've got me and the boys-you'll be alright."

"I know," I sniffle. Apparently I didn't even need reminding as my heart was already moving on, I think sarcastically. But it still hurt that the last nine months had been for nothing. "I'll go clean up and re-do my makeup."

"I'll wait," Jack says. He ends up coming to my room and laying on his stomach on the bed, watching me fix my makeup. "I like the cat eye or whatever it's called."

"You know what it's called," I laugh. "Don't pretend you don't. I'm sure I've mentioned it enough times."

"Alright fine," Jack laughs. "It makes your eyes wider."

"Like this?" I widen my eyes even more at him. He laughs and scoots towards me, widening his eyes back.

"Let's do you," I grab his face to steady it.

"No way," Jack jerks his face away. "I'm not going to Oli's with that on."

"I can wipe it off later!" I insist. "It'll help me feel better?"

Jack stares at me, shaking his head. "You're sneaky when you want to be."

"Me?" I ask innocently. He eventually sits down in front of me and I kneel to hover over him. With a hand on his shoulder, and his placed lightly on my waist to steady me, I begin. On his second eye, as I lean away to make sure they were even he opens his eyes and we stare at one another, forgetting the moment.

"Can I see it?" Jack finally asks, glancing away.

"Yeah," I manage to get out, my throat suddenly feeling parched.

Jack loves them but scrubs at them to take it off which leaves him with a black eye. I roll my eyes and help him with a wipe and soon we're in an uber on our way to the party. Jack's busy on his phone so I opt to look out the window but the time alone with my thoughts circle back to my ex and make me upset all over again. I don't realise I was sniffling until Jack calls my name.

"What?" I turn to him.

"Why are you crying again?" He asks gently.

"I don't know!" I try to blink away the tears. Jack sighs and unbuckles my seatbelt so I slide in the middle and he wraps his arm around me. I lay my head on his shoulder as he goes back to his phone and I glimpse the convesation. He's updating the boys why we were running late-at least I wouldn't have to tell them.

At the party, the boys give me hugs and try to distract me and it works for the most part. We sing happy birthday obnoxiously and I forget about the day again with every shot I take.

"Hey birthday boy!" I yell to Oli later in the night. "Guess what?"

"What?" Oli shouts, leaning in towards me.

"Conor and I made a bet on you." I say to him while glancing at Conor who suddenly appears. "He said he could get you pissed by 10 but I said you wouldn't be drunk until midnight at least."

Oli was definitely drunk, but it was nearing 1 so I was alright. He grabs Conor in a headlock in response and Conor's phone drops to the floor. "I got it!" I shout but by the time I look back up they've wandered somewhere. Oh well, I think. I would bump into them again.

"I think I have alcohol poisoning," someone says in my ear. I glance at Jack and he looks like death.

"What happened to you?" I ask.

"I got caught in a shots game with some girls and then Oli wanted me to take shots with him but then my own drink was so much alcohol and I think I-" Jack stops and holds his hand to his mouth. I step away but he seems to recover. "I vomitted everything I've ever eaten in the last year just now and I think I'm going to pass out Y/N-"

"Stop," Jack was obviously not helping his situation by talking that much. "I'll help you home."

"No no," Jack says but already he's letting me walk him out. "You need to enjoy the party. Especially after what that douche did to you. I really wanted to punch him today and I would've. But you stopped me because you're nice. The nicest girl I've ever-"

"Hey," I gently slap Jack's face. "Shut up."

"Even your shut up is nice," Jack says as the uber comes by. I stuff him in first and then climb in behind him only to hear him say. "She's the best. She is. If I could I would choose her every day."

"That's cool. He's not going to be sick is he?" The driver glances at Jack's paling face as he directs the question to me.

"Not if you hurry," I say and we eye Jack who sways in the car even though it wasn't moving. But we both let out a sigh as Jack tilts his head back uncomfortably and looks like he'd fallen asleep.

I pull Jack down so his head rests in my lap and stroke his hair absentmindedly. When we reach his building, the driver is nice enough to help me get Jack to the lobby and once I wrestle him inside and into his bed-clothes and everything, I sneak out and the uber drives me the rest of the way home. I think about his words to the driver, whether he was drunkenly rambling or there was anything more behind his words. A part of me wishes I could have snuggled into bed beside Jack but the other part of me knows it wasn't a good idea. Tonight may have seemed like Jack had feelings for me too but I had things to sort through and an ex to get over.

•••

The phone blaring in the morning sounds like a foghorn next to my ear and I scramble to pick it up. Jack's name appears and I groan, how could he be up this early.

I slide to answer and just sigh into the phone, burying my face into the pillow-even the morning light was too bright.

"Hey?" Jack says. "You still sleeping?"

Obviously not anymore, I want to say. I let out an angry groan instead.

"Okay-chill," Jack laughs awkwardly. "I think I did something stupid last night but I can't remember."

I keep the phone on speaker by my face and my breathing must have been answer enough for Jack.

"So I got stupid drunk and was sick for half the night right. But Y/N helped me home," I push my body up from bed and stare at the phone in confusion. Why was he talking about me in the third person?

I pick up the phone and realise it wasn't my case. It wasn't my phone! I briefly remember Conor's phone falling to the floor and my heart races as I realise Jack thought he was talking to his brother.

"...I may have told her how I feel. I'm scared to ask bro I'm not sure what to do. I don't know if she's even interested in me like that or if I'm gonna push her away but maybe you could ask her if-"

I press the end call and sit in bed, my heart hammering away. What did I just get myself into?

•••

I avoid Jack's calls-from Conor's phone and mine for the rest of the day and text back with one-word texts. He stops eventually and I wonder if he thinks I was avoiding him for whatever he thought he said last night. When Joe invites us to his place in the evening, I head over there since I had no other plans. I return Conor's phone to him and it's as if I gave him his missing limb as he lifts me up in a hug and kisses my cheeks.

"I've never felt that loved before," I joke as Jack walks in. I pretend I don't see him.

"Hey guys," Jack approaches us. I give him a small wave but stay standing beside Conor. "What's with all the-" Jack waves between us. "Kisses?"

"Jack why'd you call me a million times today?" Conor ignores Jack, catching up on his missed calls instead.

"Because you weren't picking up?" Jack asks confusedly.

"I lost my phone last night!" Conor says, still scrolling. "But Y/N actually had it the whole time."

Jack looks up and we make eye contact. It's quick but long enough that the realisation of who he was confessing to this morning settles in.

"Y/N?" Jack says. "Could I talk to you?"

"Sounds scary," Josh jokes but the boys are already moving towards the balcony. We wait until everybody is outside before we talk.

"Did I say anything last night?" Jack asks quietly.

"Nothing weirder than normal," I admit but I can't seem to meet his eye.

"So this morning is when..."

"Yeah," I scratch at my chipped nail.

"So I just...messed it all up while I was still sober." Jack laughs sarcastically. "Never saw that coming."

"I'm sorry I heard that. I wasn't supposed to and I didn't know what to do! I'm going through a lot Jack. Maybe if you told me this last year I-we could have..." I look to Jack and he's staring back, both of us unsure of where my sentence was going. So I backtrack. "I just broke up with my last boyfriend I don't think I'm in the right head space and-"

"No of course," Jack raises his hands. "I'm sorry. I don't want to mess up anything-you need time or whatever. We're friends. Good friends. Best friends. It's not like anything actually happened. Thank goodness."

Jack gives me a smile I know pains him to give and walks past me towards the boys. I want to stop him and tell him that I did want something to happen but it's like someone had cut out my tongue. I consider making an excuse to leave but decide it would only make the boys question what happened so I put on a brave face and join the boys with a beer. Jack and I would just have to work through this-we were strong enough. We could still salvage our friendship. Somehow.

#jack maynard imagines #jack maynard imagine #jack maynard #fic #youtube imagines #conor maynard #buttercream gang #buttercream imagines #joe sugg #oli white #sorry if this is more angsty than you wanted #i had some of it typed for another imagine i didnt like so just #changed it to go w the req storyline

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