Oliver wood imagine's

Your a winner to me

You were at the quidditch game Gryffindor against Slytherin Your boyfriend Oliver wood was the keeper. It was a close game the crowd was cheering loudly you were too cheering on for Gryffindor. Oliver always looks so cute playing Quidditch he was so passionate about it and so focused it was adorable. The ball was being thrown around Oliver was keeping an eye on it when all of a sudden a Bludger was coming right towards him.

"OLIVER LOOK OUT!!" You screamed the crowd was too loud Oliver was hit in the head and thrown back through the goal where he fell down to the ground. A few moments later Slytherin had won the game everyone got distracted which made the perfect opportunity for the Slytherin's.

"OLIVER!!!!" You screamed you ran as quick as you could down to the field by the time you got down there the Slytherins were on the ground cheering for their victory some of the professors were down there already assisting Oliver you saw him get carried away on the Stretcher. You met them at the hospital wing where Oliver was laying in a bed he was still unconscious. You ran quickly over to him.

"Oliver," You say so worriedly running up to him.

"Miss, you can't be here now. He needs his rest," The nurse said

"No, I can't leave him that's my boyfriend I want to wait here until he awakes," You say to the nurse 

she knew you weren't gonna leave, so she let you stay

"Very well then feel free to sleep in the open bed next to him or pull up a chair," She says, then walking away.

You pull up a chair next to the bed and hold his hand. You're so worried about him that it kills you to see him hurt.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay. I'm right here," you reassure him softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his hand, hoping to provide some comfort. 

As the hours slipped away, you found yourself unwittingly drifting off to sleep, still clutching Oliver's hand tightly in yours. You felt the soothing sensation of a hand running gently through your hair, which slowly brought you back to consciousness. When you finally opened your eyes the next morning, you were met with a blinding light that made you squint, still heavy with sleep. As your vision adjusted, you were relieved to see Oliver awake, his eyes shining with a mix of emotion.

"Oliver! Oh, my love, are you okay?" you ask frantically, your heart racing with concern as you lean in to kiss him all over his face, showering him with affection before finally landing a soft kiss on his lips. His beautiful smile returns, a flicker of joy in his eyes.

"Did we lose the game?" Oliver asks, his voice tinged with sadness, already knowing the outcome. You could see it in his expression—the weight of the disappointment hanging in the air between you both.

"Yeah," you say, your heart heavy with disappointment.

Oliver runs his hands through his tousled hair, frustration evident in his expression. "It's all my fault. If I had just blocked that stupid Bludger, we could have won the game," he laments, his voice thick with self-blame.

You lean in closer, trying to catch his eye. "Oliver, what are you talking about? Nothing that happened was your fault. You had no control over it, so please stop beating yourself up," you urge, hoping to lift the weight of guilt from his shoulders.

"But it was, Y/N... Oh, I'm such a loser; I let everyone down," he replies, his gaze dropping to the ground, shoulders slumped in defeat.

With a resolute tone, you take a breath, determined to change his perspective. "Oliver Wood shut up! You could have seriously been hurt from that high fall, and the first thing you do is place the blame on yourself for something entirely out of your control. That Bludger came out of nowhere! You're an incredible Quidditch player and an amazing captain. As a captain, you should know that there will always be times when you can't control the game, and this is one of those moments. It's not something you should dwell on. Besides," you add with a warm smile, "you'll always be my winner."

"You're absolutely right," he says, gazing into your eyes. "I love you more than anything. What would I do without you?"

"Probably still be lost in your own thoughts," you reply playfully, a teasing smile on your lips. You both share a soft laugh, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you.

"I love you too," you whisper softly, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. As you pull away, he instantly draws you back in, capturing your lips again in a sweet, lingering kiss, filled with all the love you share.