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girlkisser13 · 1 month

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like the movies

"maybe one day i will fall in a bookstore" "into the arms of a guy"

a/n: jason would DEFINITELY listen to laufey.

pairings: jason todd x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. tooth rotting fluff.

summary: your boyfriend takes you on a date to a bookstore.

the soft chime of a bell announced your arrival as you and jason stepped into your favorite local bookstore. the place was small and cozy, with shelves crammed with books from floor to ceiling. the warm lighting gave everything a golden glow, making it feel like you’d stepped into a little corner of paradise.

"this place is pretty great," jason remarked as he glanced around, taking in the inviting atmosphere. it wasn’t his first time here with you, but he still seemed to appreciate the store's charm every time you visited.

"i know, right?" you replied, grinning at him. "i could spend hours in here and never get bored."

jason gave you a look of mock horror. "hours? you’re going to get us trapped in here, aren’t you?"

you laughed, rolling your eyes. "don’t worry, i won’t hold you hostage. but i do need to pick up a few books."

he grinned, slipping his hand into yours. "lead the way, then."

you started down one of the aisles, your fingers lightly brushing the spines of the books as you searched for the ones on your mental list. jason followed closely, his presence comforting and familiar. it was one of the things you loved about being with him— the way he made even the simplest outings feel special.

as you moved through the store, you pulled a few books off the shelves, considering each one before adding it to the small stack in your arms. jason watched you with a smile, clearly enjoying the sight of you in your element.

"how many are you getting?" he asked, his tone teasing but affectionate.

"just a few," you said, holding up the stack. "this isn’t too bad."

jason raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your definition of "a few." "you know what? give me those."

before you could protest, he took the books from your arms, adding them to the growing pile he was already carrying. he wasn’t even struggling with the weight of them— jason was strong, after all— but you still felt a little guilty.

"jason, you don’t have to carry all of those," you said, though you couldn’t help but smile at his insistence.

"nah, i’ve got it," he replied casually. "besides, it’s kind of my job, isn’t it? carrying your stuff, being the boyfriend…"

you laughed, shaking your head. "well, i appreciate it, but i can still pay for my own books."

jason’s expression shifted, becoming a little more mischievous. "i was actually thinking i’d take care of that part too."

"no way," you said quickly, shaking your head. "you don’t need to buy my books. i can handle it."

jason gave you a playful look, as if he knew something you didn’t. "what if i really, really want to?"

you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to gauge how serious he was. "jason…"

but before you could finish your thought, jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black credit card. it wasn’t just any card— it was bruce’s.

"how about this?" jason said, his voice light but his grin wide. "i use bruce’s card, and it’s like a little gift from both of us. you can’t say no to that."

you stared at the card, then back at jason, your mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief. "you can’t be serious. jason, you can’t just—"

"oh, i’m serious," he cut in, his grin only growing wider. "bruce won’t even notice. and even if he does, i’ll just tell him it was for a good cause."

you couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer audacity of it all. "you’re impossible, you know that?"

"and yet, you’re still with me," he teased, winking at you.

you were about to respond when your eyes caught sight of a book on the top shelf— pride and prejudice. the familiar green cover was calling your name, and without thinking, you started for the small ladder tucked into the corner of the aisle.

"i’m getting that one," you said over your shoulder as you began climbing the ladder. jason’s eyes followed you, his expression amused but also a little concerned.

"be careful," he called out, his tone half-serious, half-playful.

"i’m always careful," you replied with a grin, reaching for the book. but as you stretched a little too far, the ladder wobbled beneath you, and you suddenly felt yourself losing balance.

before you could even let out a gasp, jason was there, catching you as you stumbled backward. his arms wrapped around you securely, and you found yourself pressed against his chest, your heart racing not just from the near fall, but from how quickly he’d reacted.

"whoa there," jason murmured, his voice close to your ear. "you okay?"

you looked up at him, still a little breathless from the sudden scare. "yeah, i’m fine. but how did you…?"

"reflexes," he said with a wink, holding you close for a moment longer before finally letting you stand on your own again. "perks of the job."

you shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "you always know when i’m about to fall."

jason grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. "that’s because i’m always watching your back."

you couldn’t argue with that. as your heart rate returned to normal, you turned back to the shelf, finally grabbing pride and prejudice and adding it to the stack jason was holding.

"another one?" he asked, his tone teasing as you placed the book on top of the pile.

"last one, i promise," you replied with a grin.

jason shook his head, chuckling as he adjusted the stack in his arms. "you better hope bruce doesn’t check his statements too closely."

you laughed, feeling a warm rush of affection for him. "if he does, you’re the one explaining it to him."

"deal," jason said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. "now let’s get out of here before you find something else to add to this tower."

as the two of you made your way to the checkout, jason’s insistence on carrying your books and paying for them with bruce’s card still had you shaking your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved these moments with him— moments where his playful side shone through, making even a simple trip to the bookstore feel like an adventure.

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lovebotmo · 2 months

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like the movies

chapter six - early morning quidditch

series masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 1370

author's note: so...

it's been a couple of months...i would like to formally apologize for the delay. i graduated from university and am currently studying for grad school entry exams while working!! i appreciate you guys' patience and kind messages. i hope you enjoy this next installment!!! thanks xx

also i had a bunch of people ask about the taglist so pls if i missed you lmk!!!!

song inspiration: dreams by the cranberries

The next morning, you found yourself trudging towards the quidditch pitch with Hannah and Hermione in tow. Autumn was making a grand show of her arrival. The forest surrounding Hogwarts’ vast grounds was already bleeding into warm reds and oranges. Crisp air bit at the ruddy cheeks of Hogwarts students buzzing with excitement at the first match of the season.

As beautiful as it was, it was also nippy, and you were starting to regret having foregone your outerwear. Your admirable, but ultimately stupid, decision to wear your maroon and gold sweater in support of Gryffindor without a jacket resulted in chattering teeth and your palms’ frantic attempts to rub warmth back into your body.

“If I ever decide I need to be so school spirited again, bonk me over the head, will you?”

Hannah laughed at your ridiculous request as you trod together towards the stands. “I hardly think that will be necessary.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you hunched over in a vain attempt to contain your quickly dissipating body heat. “I think my fingers might actually freeze off, Han. Are my lips turning blue?” You turned to the blonde, playfully pursing your lips.

Hannah grasped your chin, giving your mouth a quick glimpse before a grim expression overtook her face. “Looks like you’ve got a bad case of frostbite. Might need to amputate, honestly.” You gasped in mock horror.

Another gust of autumnal wind had you cringing at the chill. “My nipples could cut through diamonds, right about now,” you muttered. That had Hannah pealing over with laughter.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Enough with the dramatics. You’ll be warmer once we’re in the stands.”

You shuffled closer to Hannah as you began to walk up the countless flights of stairs of the stands, grasping her arm in yours and intending to steal her body heat. “You’re no fun, ‘Mione.” She ignored you.

Rude.

“Don’t you worry,” Hannah said, moving her arm out of your grasp to pull you in by the shoulder. “I’ll keep you nice and warm,” she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“My knight in shining armor!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands to your chest and batting your lashes at her in faux flirtation.

Behind you, Hermione groaned. “It’s too bloody early to be dealing with you two.”

You and Hannah quickly wrapped Hermione in your fold, trying to alleviate the sour mood of your dear friend. Finally, she gave you a reluctant grin. “Alright, alright, let’s just get a spot in the stands before they’re all gone, hm?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The three of you eventually found seats beside the Patil twins who had also come to cheer on the Gryffindor team. Parvati seemed surprised at your arrival.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you, Y/n. You’re not usually one for early morning quidditch.”

Parvati wasn’t wrong. You took sleeping in on the weekends very seriously, considering how little you got to once the school year got into the swing of things.

You shrugged, “You know, it’s our seventh year—have to enjoy it while I can, yeah?”

Not that a certain Slytherin was counting on your appearance or anything.

Parvati seemed to squint the slightest bit, as if sensing your response wasn’t the whole truth.

“Besides,” you said, bumping her shoulder with yours, “I’ve decided to grace the masses with my presence. I’m all about being generous.” Parvati let out a shocked breath before giving you a shoulder bump of her own.

“Whatever you say.”

As with any match between the rival houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin, underhanded moves, bodychecks, and downright filthy maneuvers characterized the playing strategy of both teams. Tensions were high across the pitch and within the stands as everyone watched with bated breath and barely contained excitement to see which team would beat out the other. Lee Jordan’s voice occasionally rang out over the enchanted speakers announcing fouls and goals as blips of green and red crossed your vision. You could hardly make any of them out as they whooshed past and left you colder than ever.

If my mum were here, I’d never hear the end of not bringing a coat.

You continued to fitfully shiver as you tried to discern the players, looking out for Harry and Ginny amongst others. The one player you could definitively make out was the Slytherin keeper nearest to where you sat, who was none other than your Potions partner. It made sense that Theo was a keeper, considering Ron’s particular dislike for the Italian.

Ron was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

Despite being decked out in your house’s colors, you couldn’t help but cheer internally each time Theo skillfully deterred Gryffindor chasers attempting to score. There was a certain degree of elegance to his athleticism. It was calculating and methodical, but aggressive all the same. He was well suited to Slytherin. Theo belonged on the quidditch pitch.

He looked…good out there.

As if sensing your gaze from the stands, Theo’s eyes trailed over before settling on you. Meeting his stare, you gave a small smile and sent a small wave, keeping your other arm tucked into your body for warmth. He flashed a grin that you could only describe as roguish, before his attention was drawn back to the game. Katie Bell was rearing toward him, careening with the crimson quaffle in tow. Cutting through the air, Theo dodged an incoming bludger before swatting the leather-covered quaffle with his broom head away from the tiered goal hoops. As his teammates caught the quaffle and raced in the opposite direction, that heavy gaze of his returned to you. His mirthful eyes almost seemed to say, “Did you see that?”

You did. You saw him.

210-130. The final score reflected Gryffindor’s unexpected triumph over Slytherin, thanks to Harry’s innate talent as a Seeker. Despite Slytherin having a lead on Gryffindor for the entirety of the game, Draco had let the snitch slip through his grasp, leading the team to a rough and irritating defeat. Around you, the crowd was in an uproar, raucously celebrating Gryffindor’s victory, setting the tone for the oncoming quidditch season. You cheered with Hermione and Parvati by your side, clapping for your friends on the team and their exciting win. Soon, you were all clambering down onto the wet green of the pitch, awaiting the team’s reappearance.

Huddling into the warmth of Parvati’s side, you and your friends recounted the best moments of the match.

“Can you believe that early save by Ron? I swear, I thought Pucey was going to take his head clean off.” Hermione exclaimed.

“Worried over Ron, are we?” teased Hannah, prompting a shove from Hermione.

“I’m allowed to worry about my best friend, aren’t I?”

“Oh, so that’s what he is, hm?” questioned Padma to your right, who, anticipating Hermione’s incoming push, deftly avoided it. Hermione glared.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your friends’ antics, gaze trailing over the field swarming with students, professors, and the like. A group of green crossed your vision, the Slytherin team reemerging from their changing rooms, looking absolutely miffed. Theo’s head was turned toward the ground, eyebrows furrowed in what you had no doubt was a sour expression.

Poor Theo—he must be absolutely gutted.

You tried to make eye contact with him, but now he was avoiding your eyes, squaring his shoulders as he plodded away from the pitch, alone. The sight was all too familiar, reminding you of that day in Hogsmeade.

Someone should go after him…right?

You shifted your feet, unsure, before speaking to your friends, “Hey guys, I’m going to—” Your next words were interrupted by Ginny’s arm circling over your shoulder and her excited holler, reanimating the crowd into shouts of victory. The Gryffindor team was back. As your friends cheered and swarmed around you, the sight of Theo’s back disappeared from your vision, lost in a crowd of crimson and gold. Soon, you were being moved along with the rest of Gryffindor house and friends back to the common room to celebrate the first victory of the season. You took one last look in the direction the Slytherin keeper went, before moving along with your friends.

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