Once A Wildcat–Troy Bolton
I fixed my cap, nervously playing with the tassel. Troy and I were heading to graduation together and I was waiting for him to finish getting ready. I looked up when he opened the door.
“Ta-da!” He said as he spun around. I smiled, a soft chuckle leaving my lips when he almost fell.
“Careful, Basketball,” I teased him. “Can’t give your big speech with a torn gown.”
I looked away, starting to play with my fingers.
“You okay?” I heard him ask. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw his feet step in front of me.
“I’m fine,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Troy used his pointer finger to lift my head. When I looked up at his eyes, he was smiling down at me.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” He asked softly. When I hesitated, he let go of my chin and grabbed my hand. I started nervously chewing my bottom lip as he led us over to his bed.
“Talk to me,” he encouraged.
“What if we go to different schools?” I forced out. But I didn’t stop there. “What if we go from seeing each other every day to rarely talking? I don’t think I can do that, Troy.”
“Y/N,” he sighed as he pulled me into his chest. “It doesn’t matter how far apart we are. You’ll always have me.”
“I don’t think you realize how much I depend on you,” I whispered.
Troy pulled out of the hug and looked down at me. “Y/N,” he whispered.
Before he could say anything, I started rambling. “You’ve always been there for me. I mean… You’re my best friend and… There are a lot of things I’ve done in high school that I never would have done without you there to encourage me and stand by me.”
“Or jump into an audition last minute with you,” he chuckled. When I didn’t laugh, his smile dropped.
“Do you remember in kindergarten how you’d meet a kid and know nothing about them, then 10 seconds later you’re playing like you’re best friends because you didn’t have to be anything but yourself?” He asked. I nodded, not sure where he was going with this.
“Singing with you felt like that.”
A smile slowly formed on my lips. Troy pulled me back into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
“I know graduating is scary,” he whispered as he subconsciously tightened his arms around me. “I know college is scary. And I think it’s scary that there is a chance we won’t be at the same school too. But believe me when I say this; I won’t let the distance come between us.”
“But,” I stuttered, sitting up and pulling out of his arms.
“But nothing,” he said instantly. He reached up and gently cupped my face in his hand. “I will not let anything come between us.”
What happened next happened in slow motion.
Troy leaned in and pressed his lips delicately to mine. As soon as they touched, he pulled back. I looked into his eyes, shock making it hard to breathe.
“I promise,” he whispered. “Nothing will tear us apart. No matter how far away our schools are. And who knows? Maybe we’ll go to the same school.”
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WHEN WE GO CRASHING DOWN ┆ we come back everytime
꒰ after falling off your broom during a quidditch match, oliver offers to take care of you
warnings : reader falls off their broom, nothing much ??
pairings : oliver wood x hufflepuff seeker ! reader
hufflepuff was up against slytherin this quidditch match. it was nerve wracking for sure; considering you were the seeker after all. hufflepuff was winning, both you and draco chasing after the snitch. you two were pushing eachother in an attempt to get the other away from the snitch. it was all going fine until —
crash!
draco pushed you too hard which caused you to fall off your broom. oliver saw it all happen, immediately running down from where gryffindor stayed to go check on you; madame pomfrey coming along with him. you could barely get up, your body ached from the fall.
you woke up in the hospital wing, oliver by your side. "are you okay? i swear i'll make sure harry gets back at malfoy next time slytherin is against us —" oliver said, lifting your head up onto his lap so you could atleast lay your head on something softer.
everything happened so quickly, you honestly couldnt remember what happened. all you remember was that you were close to winning and then everything went black. "i.. what happened?" you asked softly, turning your head to face oliver. "draco pushed you off your broom... you fell to the ground pretty hard" oliver said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"oh. did slytherin win then?" you asked a slight tone of dissapointment laced in your voice. his eyebrows furrowed as he sadly nodded yes. you turned your head back, sadly staring at the blanket they gave you. he grabbed your chin softly, turning your head to face him again. "hey its okay. next time you'll come back stronger, quicker, smarter, and better; then you'll beat draco and prove youre the best seeker hufflepuff could ask for" oliver said softly.
his encouraging words always helped you when it came to quidditch matches. and he was always right. a few weeks later, hufflepuff had another match with slytherin and hufflepuff won! — all thanks to you. after the match, you and your team were celebrating. oliver ran down and immediately hugged you, cheering about your teams success. he was right, you did come back and you did prove youre the best seeker hufflepuff couldve ever asked for.
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