Oliver wood imagine's

Just Friends

Oliver Wood is not only my best friend but also the object of my affection. The irony of our relationship is that despite the deep bond we share, I fear that being his best friend is the closest we will ever be. His feelings for me are evident; he has shown them in countless ways, whether through lingering glances or playful teasing. Yet, just as easily as he expresses them, he retreats, as if an invisible barrier holds him back. 

The reason for this hesitation is clear: his heart and soul are completely devoted to Quidditch. His passion for the sport is all-consuming, and he constantly strives to excel, leaving little room for anything else in his life. A girlfriend would be seen as a distraction, and he is determined not to let anything interfere with his goals.

This situation leaves me feeling frustrated and disheartened. Whenever I attempt to shift my focus and start liking someone new, Oliver's jealousy rears its head. He gets upset with me, which only adds to my confusion. I find myself questioning what he truly wants from me—does he want to keep me close, or is he afraid of losing me to someone else? The emotional tug-of-war is exhausting, and I wish I could decipher his feelings before they drive me to madness.

"Good morning, love," Oliver says with a warm smile, strolling towards me and pressing a gentle kiss on my cheek. I can't help but feel a flicker of annoyance, so I shrug it off, trying to mask my irritation. 

"Morning," I reply, my voice tinged with a hint of poutiness, a subtle reminder of my grumpy mood.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his brow furrowed in concern as he studies my face, searching for a clue to my distaste.

"Nothing," I say dismissively, turning on my heel to walk away. But before I can distance myself, he gently grabs my arm, sending a rush of butterflies through my stomach, though I do my best to suppress that reaction. Reluctantly, I turn around to face him, crossing my arms in a defensive gesture, unwilling to reveal the inner turmoil I'm feeling.

"What," You say not very kind but calm

"what's wrong with you," he says concerned.

"I said nothing," I reply firmly. I try walking away, but he stops me, holding my hands.

"Y/n," He says

"What! And stop holding my hands!" I say, getting angrier and aggressively pulling my hand out of his grip.

"Why are you acting like this?" He says confused

"Because Oliver, I'm sick of these stupid games of yours," I finally admit.

"What games y/n?" He says, confused."

"What games! These awful mind games you play with me, Oliver, you like me but then stop anything from happening between us, but then when I try moving on, you get mad at me, and it's exhausting, Oliver. I can't do whatever it is this is anymore. If you don't want to be more than friends, then let me move on, and we can stay friends but don't keep me in this awful position where I'm yours but not at the same time, so Oliver Just makes a decision" I say so incredibly stressed out of my mind but boy did it feel good to let all of that frustration out.

He just looked at my mouth a little open.

"You're right. I'm so sorry I put you through that," he says with sorrow, gently grabbing my hands.

"So what's it gonna be?" I say firmly.

He doesn't say anything. He just looks at the ground

"Okay, well, I think you have made things pretty clear. I will move on, and you and I will stay just friends. No more of this friend-with-benefits junk," I say, still firm and confident even though I was so hurt on the inside.

I took a few steps away, but before I could go far, he reached out, grabbing my hand and pulling me close. His lips met mine in a fervent kiss that felt like a release as if he had been holding back the entire time. I responded in kind, wrapping my arms around him and feeling the warmth of his body against mine. One of his hands cradled my face tenderly, pressing me closer, while the other wrapped tightly around my back, anchoring me to him as if to ensure I would never slip away. 

The kiss seemed to stretch on indefinitely, a perfect blend of longing and connection that filled me with a sense of profound bliss. Every moment felt intoxicating, and I realized I had everything I had ever desired. A wave of safety enveloped me, a feeling I had never experienced so fiercely before; nothing had ever felt so right. When we finally pulled apart, we gazed into each other's eyes, the world around us fading away as he continued to hold me close, grounding me in that blissful moment.

"Y/n Letting you go would be the biggest mistake I could ever make. You mean more to me than Quidditch ever will. I am so in love with you, I always have been, and I'm truly sorry for what I put you through, but I will never put you through that ever again....Y/n every day knowing I wouldn't let myself love you was agonizing for me, but I don't want that anymore I want to forever be happy and completely yours," He says so genuine and with so much love I melted right in his arms.

"That is all I have ever wanted to hear and more, Oliver Wood; you are so perfect," I say so in love with him.

He looks at me with a warm smile that lights up his face, and in that moment, everything around us fades away. We lean in and share a long, passionate kiss, wrapping our arms around each other as if we were the only two people in existence. Time seems to stand still, and every second feels precious, as if we are savoring what might be our last chance to be together. The world melts away, leaving just the warmth of our connection and the sweetness of the moment.