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peleksstuff · 1 month

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interviewing timothée l timothée chalamet x reader

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summary: looking good interviewing timothee

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the desert in a magical light, you sat face to face with two big Hollywood stars, Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya, right on the set of the highly anticipated movie, Dune. The conversation aimed to uncover their insights into the production process of this monumental adaptation and delve into the intricacies of their respective roles.

"It's great to have both of you here, Timothée and Zendaya. Dune is known worldwide, with a passionate fan following. How did you guys tackle the challenge of portraying your characters in this adaptation?"

Timothee's eyes locked onto yours as he began to answer, a spark of interest evident in his gaze. "Well, for me, it was about really delving into the psyche of Paul Atreides," he said, his voice carrying a hint of intensity. "His journey is one of self-discovery, of navigating a world filled with complexities and challenges. It was a privilege to step into his shoes."

Zendaya concurred with a nod before expressing, "Playing Chani was truly amazing for me. She's a character of immense strength and resilience, and I aimed to embody her essence in every scene. Working with such a skilled cast and crew was an absolute pleasure."

Throughout the interview, Timothee's gaze kept drifting back to you, his eyes lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a flutter of excitement through your chest. Zendaya seemed to notice the subtle exchange and flashed you a knowing smile before continuing to discuss the film.

As the interview neared its end, you found yourself filled with excitement, grateful for the opportunity to have conversed with two burgeoning Hollywood talents. "Thank you both for your time today," you expressed warmly, a sincere smile gracing your face. "I'm confident that Dune will indeed become a cinematic masterpiece."

As the cameras stopped rolling, Timothee approached you with a sheepish grin. "Hey, um, I was wondering if maybe... you'd want to grab a coffee sometime?" he asked, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.

Zendaya, who had been observing the interaction with amusement, couldn't contain her laughter. "Well, well, well, Timmy," she teased, "how professional of you."

Timothee rolled his eyes playfully before turning back to you, his expression hopeful. "So, what do you say?"

You couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected turn of events. "I'd love to," you replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of getting to know him outside of the interview setting.

As you exchanged numbers with Timothee, Zendaya grinned mischievously, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you just did that," she said, her laughter filling the air. "But hey, who am I to stand in the way of true love?"

As you watched Timothee walk away, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unexpected opportunity in the air, as if the desert sands themselves were whispering tales of new beginnings.

#timothée chalamet #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet blurb #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet fic

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peleksstuff · 3 months

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just tired my dog just died want to write a harry fic where harry is in bbc radio (is it bbc?) and the radio dj announce that they have a list of whoever buy harry’s album in that record store and the reader buy it in that store so you get it (she is in the list) whoever they pick win a date with harry and obviously they pick her live while harry is in there listening and the reader decline it cause her dog just died and she’s mourning which makes harry laugh and so he say “it ok we can move it love” just that and so on (corny af ik ahahah would love to write it though)

#harry styles

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peleksstuff · 3 months

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hi i’m so sorry but i can’t help but notice that ur calum hood fic is so obviously written by chatgpt , if ur going to use ai generated fic you could atleast tag it that way

cant speak english really well so i type it in chatgpt to correct my grammar and to make a short summarize of my story 😭 thought chatgpt also made for that do i also have to tag the app that i use to write #notes so sorry if that bothers you 🌸

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peleksstuff · 3 months

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love me now l calum hood x photographer!reader

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summary:In a dimly lit backstage room at a 5 Seconds of Summer concert, Y/N, the band's photographer, confronts Calum Hood, the bassist, about his teasing and flirting.

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The dimly lit room was filled with the rhythmic hum of conversation, laughter, and the occasional clink of glasses. It was backstage at one of 5 Seconds of Summer's concerts, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. In the midst of the chaos, Y/N, the band's photographer, was frantically adjusting camera settings and preparing for the upcoming photo session.

Calum Hood, the band's bassist, strolled into the room with a carefree swagger. He flashed a charming smile at Y/N, making her heart flutter involuntarily. For weeks, Calum had been subtly dropping hints and flirting during their interactions. Y/N couldn't help but believe there was something more behind those playful glances and teasing banter.

Y/N tried to keep her composure as Calum approached, but the lingering doubt and curiosity nagged at her. She decided to confront him, to clear the air once and for all. Taking a deep breath, she locked eyes with Calum.

"Hey," she began, trying to sound casual. "Can we talk for a moment?"

"Sure thing, love. What's on your mind?" Calum replied, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

Y/N met his gaze, her expression searching for answers. "It's about how you've been acting, teasing, and flirting. It's been confusing, and I can't help but wonder if something more is happening here."

Calum chuckled, not realizing the gravity of Y/N's words. "Come on, Y/N, you're reading too much into it. It's just a bit of fun banter. You know how I am."

The knot in Y/N's stomach tightened. She swallowed the lump in her throat, battling the emotions that threatened to spill over. "Calum, this isn't just banter for me," she confessed, slightly trembling.

Calum, still wearing a nonchalant expression, raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Y/N, it's all in good fun. No need to take it so seriously."

Y/N clenched her fists, a mixture of frustration and anger welling up inside her. "That's easy for you to say, Calum. You don't understand what it's like to be on the receiving end, to question your feelings because of mixed signals."

Calum's casual demeanor wavered as he sensed the intensity of Y/N's frustration. He looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face. "Y/N, did you really fall for all this?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed, a mix of hurt and anger reflected in her gaze. "Fall for what, Calum? Your mixed signals, the teasing, or the uncertainty you've thrown my way?"

Calum sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I didn't expect you to take it this seriously. I thought we were having some fun, you know?"

Y/N shook her head, her frustration evident. "Fun for you, maybe. But for me, it's been a rollercoaster of confusion and doubt. I can't keep pretending like it doesn't matter."

Calum's brow furrowed. "Look, Y/N, I didn't mean to lead you on. Let's not make this a big deal."

But the frustration inside Y/N boiled over. "Not a big deal? Calum, this is a big deal for me. I can't keep pretending like it doesn't matter."

Calum sighed exasperated, "Come on, Y/N, don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Calum's audacious comment hung in the air, echoing his words provoking disbelief and anger in Y/N. Unable to contain the surge of emotions, she couldn't fathom how she had fallen for someone who dismissed her feelings so casually. Y/N's hand connected with Calum's cheek in frustration as she delivered a stinging slap. The room fell into a shocked silence, bystanders watching with wide eyes as the unexpected scene unfolded.

Calum, rubbing his cheek in disbelief, looked at Y/N with shock and irritation. "What the hell, Y/N?"

"You knew what you were doing, Calum. Leading me on, making me believe there was something more. I won't be played like that," Y/N declared, her voice trembling with anger and hurt.

Calum's tone held a hint of indifference as he retorted, "What, you got mad because I don't feel the same?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed, frustration and hurt bubbling within her. "I'm mad because you're such an asshole," she replied sharply.

He looked at her for a moment, and then, with a half-hearted smile, he said, "Whatever you say, Y/N. At the end of the day, you fell for this asshole."

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Calum's with determination.

"Don't get too comfortable, Calum. This isn't the end. I may have fallen for your act, but I won't let it define me. I'm gonna make you fall for me and regret you ever met me."

Calum raised an eyebrow, his earlier confidence faltering as he sensed the sincerity in Y/N's words. "You're pretty confident, aren't you?"

Y/N gave him a defiant smile. "Call it what you want. But mark my words, Calum Hood, this isn't over."

With that, she turned on her heel and left Calum to contemplate the unexpected turn of events. The room buzzed with activity again, but Y/N's declaration lingered in the air, setting the stage for a new chapter in their complicated story.

#calum hood x photographer!reader #calum hood #calum hood fic #calum hood blurb #calum hood fanfiction #calum hood imagine #calum hood writing #calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n #imagines calum hood #5sos imagine

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peleksstuff · 4 months

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fluorescent ll. l harry styles x bassist!reader

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Summary: Months into the tour, the relationship between (y/n) and Harry becomes strained, marked by growing distance and scarce conversations. Despite the predictable routine of soundchecks, performances, and afterparties, an invisible barrier separates them. After a concert in New York, an afterparty ensues, where a forced small talk reveals the complexities of unspoken dynamics.

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Months passed, and the tour started. The distance between you and Harry grew larger with each city, the silence between you both speaking louder than any words could. The once vibrant camaraderie on stage now felt like a well-choreographed act, the music bridging the gap that had formed between you.

During the tour, the routine became predictable. Soundchecks, performances, and the occasional afterparty. But the conversations between you and Harry remained scarce. It was as if an invisible barrier had formed, keeping you at a distance.

After a concert in New York, an afterparty was inevitable. The show was electric, the crowd's energy palpable.

The dim lights, pulsating music, and lively chatter formed the backdrop of the night. You found yourself standing alone momentarily, nursing a drink and trying to lose yourself in the music reverberating through the venue.

As you sipped your drink in a corner, avoiding the crowd, Harry approached. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting a surreal glow on the scene.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his tone uncertain.

The uncertainty in his eyes mirrored the complexities of the unspoken dynamics between you two. You shrugged, unable to summon the energy for a protest. The small talk was forced, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

The fluorescent lights of the venue cast an artificial glow on both of you. The noise of the party drowned in the background as a heavy silence settled between you, a familiar ghost of the past.

Harry took a sip of his drink, his eyes wandering around the room before settling back on you. The silence hung between you, heavy with unspoken words.

"The crowd was amazing tonight," he finally broke the silence, the music pulsating through the floor beneath your feet.

"Yeah, they were," you replied, your voice carrying a hint of nostalgia for the times when the music had been the only language you needed to communicate.

The silence stretched between you for a moment before Harry spoke again, his eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. "How I missed this."

A genuine laugh escaped your lips, surprised by the unexpected comment. "Missed what? The afterparties or the awkward conversations?"

He chuckled, the tension between you momentarily lifting. "Maybe a bit of both."

And then, as if to twist the knife already embedded in your heart, he added, "You know, my girlfriend back home would love these parties. She's been wanting to join me on tour, but it's complicated."

You forced a smile, masking the sting of his words, the mention of his girlfriend adding an extra layer of discomfort to the already strained atmosphere.

"Complicated seems to be a theme lately," you replied, taking another sip of your drink.

Harry's gaze held a mixture of regret and understanding. He sighed, seemingly grappling with his own internal conflicts. The noise of the party continued around you, the music pulsating through the air like a heartbeat, drowning out the unsaid words.

"I never wanted things to turn out like this."

The vulnerability in his eyes mirrored your own, but it offered little solace. The noise of the party continued around you, the music pulsating through the air like a heartbeat, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that enveloped your conversation.

You met his gaze, the flickering fluorescent lights above casting shadows on both your faces. "None of us did," you replied, your voice softening with resignation and lingering hurt.

Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping as if carrying the weight of the world. "I shouldn't have kissed you that night," he confessed, his words hanging in the air, pregnant with remorse.

The memories of that night flooded back— the warmth of his touch, the intensity of the moment, and the subsequent distance that had grown ever since. It felt like a wound ripped open anew, and the pain was raw.

The admission hit you like a sudden gust of wind, stealing the breath from your lungs. His gaze bore into yours, searching for a reaction, an understanding that could somehow lessen the burden of his revelation. The fluorescent lights above flickered again, casting intermittent shadows on his face, emphasizing the gravity of his words.

You took a steadying breath, trying to mask the hurt that threatened to surface. "Yeah, well, it happened."

"I wish we could go back," Harry whispered, his voice barely audible over the party's clamor.

"I wish a lot of things, too," you whispered, your gaze fixed on the dance floor. The weight of the past pressed down on you, the memories of a time when everything felt simpler and less complicated.

The night wore on, the pulsating music becoming a relentless reminder of the irreversible changes. Harry's presence, once a source of comfort and camaraderie, now carried a weight that neither of you could shake off.

"I need some air," you said, excusing yourself from the remnants of the conversation.

Stepping outside, the cool night air offered a temporary reprieve from the suffocating atmosphere within. You leaned against the railing, the distant sounds of the city blending with the muffled beats from the party behind you. The sky above was a canvas of city lights, each one telling a story of a life, a moment, a fleeting connection.

As the night faded into the early hours, the tour bus waited to transport you to the next city, and the unspoken understanding lingered. The road ahead was uncertain, and as you boarded the bus, you couldn't help but glance back at the city lights.

#harry styles x snl!reader #harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #imagines harry styles

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peleksstuff · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/peleksstuff/737037429798830080/goodbye-ll-l-harry-styles-x-snlreader

what was the point of this it’s basically the exact same as the first

it will make sense at part lll <333 a lot of readers might be pissed at me cause im going into slow burn

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peleksstuff · 4 months

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goodbye ll. l harry styles x snl!reader

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part l of goodbye

Summary: Y/N, a seasoned staff member, navigates the labyrinth of memories as Harry Styles returns to the show. Once romantically involved, they had gracefully parted ways. Tonight, as Harry prepares for his performance, the air is filled with nostalgia. During a chance encounter, they share updates on their lives, bridging the gap of time.

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The backstage of Saturday Night Live was buzzing with energy as the show's iconic theme music echoed through the halls. The atmosphere was electric, and among the bustling crew was Y/N, a seasoned staff member responsible for ensuring everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. Tonight was special because Harry Styles was back, and there was an undeniable excitement in the air.

As Y/N hurriedly navigated through the labyrinth of corridors, clipboard in hand, she couldn't help but reminisce about the past. Years ago, she and Harry had been in a relationship. It was a love that had blossomed beautifully but had eventually taken a back seat to their respective busy lives. Both had understood the need for separation and had parted ways amicably, carrying the sweet memories of their time together.

Tonight was different, though. Y/N was no longer the person she was back then. She had moved on, found someone else, and built a life beyond what she and Harry had shared. While Harry navigated his own journey in the limelight.

The backstage area was abuzz with anticipation as Harry prepared for his performance. As he caught sight of Y/N, a flood of memories came rushing back. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, looking radiant and confident.

Y/N noticed Harry's presence, and their eyes locked. There was a shared understanding of their history together, the chapter they had closed gracefully. He looked as charming as ever, his dimples flashing as he interacted with the cast and crew. There was a different energy in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

Later in the evening, during the live show, you worked backstage near Harry's dressing room. As you walked down the hallway, you heard your name being called. Turning around, you were met with those familiar green eyes and that genuine smile that had once been yours.

"Hey," Harry greeted, his voice carrying a mixture of surprise and warmth.

"Hey, Harry," you replied, a slight nervousness in your tone. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, it has," he acknowledged, a hint of sentiment in his gaze. "You look great."

"Thanks," you said, a small smile forming. "You too."

Harry's eyes flickered with a mixture of nostalgia and something you couldn't quite decipher. "I've been keeping up with your work here," he admitted. "You've done some amazing things."

You chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Well, it's been a journey. SNL life, you know?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed, a wistful smile on his lips. "I miss being a part of this sometimes. The energy, the camaraderie."

"You were always a natural on the stage," you complimented, genuine admiration in your eyes. "Tonight's performance was fantastic."

Harry's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you. It's a different kind of adrenaline being back here."

As the conversation continued, the camaraderie between you and Harry felt surprisingly easy, as if no time had passed. The unspoken tension from earlier dissipated, replaced by a comfortable familiarity.

"So, how have you been?" Harry asked, a genuine curiosity in his voice.

You shared snippets of your life—work, travels, and the people who had become important to you. He listened attentively, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to capture every detail of the person you had become.

"And you?" you inquired, genuinely interested in his journey.

Harry took a moment, his gaze lingering on yours. "It's been a ride, you know? Music, tours, and lately, I've been dipping my toes into acting."

"Acting? That's exciting," you exclaimed, genuine interest sparkling in your eyes.

Harry nodded, a proud smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I've been filming a movie recently. It's a whole new challenge, but I'm enjoying it."

"That's incredible, Harry. I can't wait to see it," you replied, smiling sincerely.

A moment of silence hung between you, filled with unspoken emotions. The air seemed charged, and neither could you ignore the lingering palpable connection.

"I heard you're seeing someone," Harry mentioned, his words careful.

A shadow of discomfort passed over your face as you confirmed, "Yeah, I am. It's been a while now."

Harry nodded, his expression unreadable for a moment. "I'm happy for you," he said, though a subtle sadness betrayed his words.

"Thanks, Harry," you replied, the weight of the conversation settling in. "It's been good. Different, but good."

There was a pause, the unspoken questions hanging in the air. What could have been, what might still linger between you two, was a palpable undercurrent.

"And you, Harry?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. "Any special someone in your life right now?"

Harry hesitated momentarily, his gaze shifting away briefly before returning to yours. "Not at the moment," he admitted, a tinge of vulnerability in his eyes. "It's a bit tricky with the constant travel and everything."

You nodded understandingly, the air thickening with the unsaid. The shared history, the memories, and the unspoken emotions created a complex tapestry between you. It was a delicate dance between acknowledging the past and respecting the present.

"I should get back to the crew," you said, breaking the silence and glancing toward the bustling activity behind you.

"Yeah, of course," Harry replied, his gaze lingering for a moment longer. "It was really good catching up, Y/N."

"Likewise, Harry," you said, a bittersweet smile on your lips. "Break a leg with the rest of your endeavors."

"Thanks. And you, take care," he replied, a sincerity in his voice that echoed with the weight of unspoken sentiments.

As you walked away, the hallway seemed longer than before, each step echoing the quiet tumult within. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of paths taken and diverged. The backstage of Saturday Night Live, once a shared space of laughter and camaraderie, now held the echoes of a connection that time had both preserved and altered.

Back in the crew, clipboard in hand, you resumed your duties, the distant sounds of Harry's performance providing a backdrop to the internal turmoil. The night would continue, the show would continue, and life would move forward. But somewhere in the quiet corners of the backstage, a subtle ache lingered—the quiet angst of two souls who had once danced in harmony but had chosen separate rhythms in the grand symphony of life.

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peleksstuff · 5 months

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oml yes pls fluorescent part two but now she’s moved on and actually happy and harry is all regrets and is trying to grovel but she’s genuinely in love and tells him off for the way he treated her

working on it and making it more complicated ( i crave angst) and also because ive been listening to fine line for a week, A WEEK!

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peleksstuff · 5 months

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do you write anything that’s not depressing lmao

are people complaining? haha, just got dumped so instead of crying im channeling my emotions into writing. <3 thanks a bunch to my readers for the support on my goodbye! part two is in the works, and maybe it won't be as gloomy. <33

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peleksstuff · 5 months

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rooftop l harry styles x reader

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Summary: Amidst the soft glow of city lights, (y/n) and Harry's love story unfolds on a rooftop. As their connection fades, a poignant silence fills the air, revealing the fractures in their relationship. Standing on the rooftop's edge, (y/n) and Harry grapple with the withered remains of their once-vibrant love.

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The rooftop, bathed in the soft glow of city lights, held memories of shared laughter and stolen kisses. However, this particular night bore witness to a poignant silence that spoke volumes about the dwindling spark in your relationship with Harry.

You found yourself standing at the rooftop's edge, the chill of the night air seeping into your bones. Harry joined you wordlessly, and the distance between the two of you became an almost tangible entity—a void aching with the unspoken truths that lingered heavily in the atmosphere.

The city lights below flickered like distant stars, mirroring the fading intensity of your connection with Harry. A once vibrant and all-encompassing love had metamorphosed into an echo of its former self.

"You make me feel so damn alone," you finally admitted, your voice cutting through the stillness, the distant sounds of the city almost drowned out by the rising tempest in your chest.

Harry's eyes met yours, a flash of frustration burning in them. "And what do you want me to do about it?" he retorted sharply, his gaze unwavering.

The realization hung heavy in the air—the love that had once been the heartbeat of your existence now lay beaten and battered. The vibrant connection that once bound you together had withered away, leaving only the acrid taste of regret.

"I miss us," you confessed, your voice carrying the weight of disappointment. "But it feels like we're drowning in the wreckage of what used to be."

Harry scoffed, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "You think I don't know that? You think I'm happy with how things are? Things change, (y/n), don't they? Sometimes, people change."

The words lingered in the air, an acknowledgment that stabbed at the heart of the growing distance. With its relentless movement, the city below remained oblivious to the heartache unfolding on the rooftop.

"We're like strangers now," you whispered, your heart breaking with the admission.

His gaze turned icy, a frigid acknowledgment of the irreparable damage. "Maybe we always were."

A charged silence stretched between you, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing second. The city lights blurred through eyes stinging with unshed tears, and the reality of a love gasping its last breath settled in your chest like a suffocating weight.

"I don't want to be strangers, Harry," you pleaded, the desperation in your voice breaking through the silence. "Can't we try to find our way back to each other?"

Harry's expression softened for a fleeting moment, but a shadow of doubt quickly replaced it. "I don't know, (y/n). I just don't know if we can."

"Have you found someone else?"

"You really think I would do that to you? People change, and circumstances change. We're not the same people we were when we started this."

The revelation hung in the air, a heavy truth that neither of you wanted to confront. The wind whispered through the silence, carrying the weight of unspoken fears and shattered dreams.

Harry sighed, the weariness of the situation etched into the lines on his face. "No, (y/n), there's no one else. But maybe that's the problem. Maybe we're holding onto what's left because we're scared of what's out there."

"I don't want to lose you, Harry," you confessed, your voice trembling with vulnerability.

Harry's eyes softened, a hint of sadness replacing the frustration. "I don't want to lose you either, (y/n). But I can't ignore that something between us has changed. We've become like puzzle pieces that no longer fit together."

"Maybe we're holding onto something that's already gone," Harry admitted, his voice carrying a tinge of resignation. "Maybe it's time to let go."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you grappled with the reality unfolding before you. The prospect of letting go seemed unbearable, yet holding on felt like clinging to a phantom of the past.

"I just need to know if you still love me," you pleaded, searching his eyes for a glimmer of the affection that once ignited your world.

Harry's silence spoke volumes, and the absence of a reassuring answer cut through the night air. The truth hung there, unspoken but undeniable.

As the biting wind swept through the rooftop, you both knew this was the death knell for a relationship that had once burned brightly. The echoes of your arguments reverberated in the cold night, drowning out any remnants of the laughter and stolen kisses that had once defined your connection.

In the midst of the emotional tempest, the rooftop transformed into a battleground where the final, bitter act of your love story played out. It was a raw, intense dance of detachment beneath the unforgiving glare of city lights. The night, once a canvas for romantic interludes, now bore witness to the brutal reality of irreconcilable differences.

With a heavy sigh, Harry turned away, his shoulders slumped under the weight of goodbye. The distance between you two became an unbridgeable expanse, and as the city embraced the night, you were left alone on the rooftop, the soft glow of the lights now mocking the echoes of a love that had faded into the urban abyss.

And as the night deepened, you couldn't help but wonder if, somewhere in the vast expanse below, the city lights held the secrets to new beginnings and the promise of healing hearts.

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #imagines harry styles

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peleksstuff · 5 months

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Hello, are you having a great day? I hope you do.

I just wanted to ask if you would ever write a part 2 of goodbye.

Maybe they met again after years as they found each other, and they realized they needed each other that nothing else would matter. They achieved success with their careers, and maybe both or one of them wants to go on a break for some time so they reach for one another? Or maybe, maybe they come to realize that nothing values more than their love for each other, so they decide to cancel some of their plans to free their schedules and find time to love each other.

I am just curious. It was so beautifully well-written, too, so thank you for sharing your writings with us!

Have a FABULOUS week x.

omyghad i just found this in my inbox! as I've said before I've been gone for a lil while, tysm for saying 'it was beautifully written', I might just write part 2 of that because of you, and I might take some of your ideas i might give the two of them a happy ending, might <3 <3

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peleksstuff · 5 months

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Fluorescent part 2 PLEASE!!!

should i??? who else want part 2 of flourescent. give me ur thoughts <3

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peleksstuff · 5 months

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been gone for a lil while. do people still read my shit? would you still want me to continue the jason todd fic??? or want me to make the snl!reader with harry styles to be a series??? also ty for following and loving all my shitty writing <3

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peleksstuff · 5 months

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fluorescent l harry styles x bassist!reader

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Summary: In an empty office, a tense conversation unfolds between you and Harry Styles about the aftermath of a shared moment. Despite the connection, Harry insists on maintaining a professional relationship. The studio, once a place of collaboration, becomes a battleground of emotions as you grapple with the pain of unrequited feelings.

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The fluorescent lights hummed above, glowing sterile in the otherwise empty office. As you nervously approached Harry Styles ' desk, the air felt heavy with the weight of unspoken words. The memory of last night lingered a bitter aftertaste that left you feeling vulnerable and uncertain.

"Harry, we need to talk," you began, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up from his work, his green eyes meeting yours with a mixture of guilt and hesitation. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

Last night's shared moment played in your mind like a haunting melody. The kisses, the whispered confessions – they had all felt so real. But reality had a cruel way of settling in, and you needed to confront it.

"Harry, what are we?" you asked, the vulnerability in your voice echoing the ache in your chest.

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled curls. "I thought we were on the same page, you know? Just colleagues, nothing more."

You felt a lump forming in your throat, struggling to hold back the tears threatening to spill. "But last night—"

"Last night was a mistake," he interrupted his words cutting through the air like a sharp knife. "I'm not ready for anything more than what we have."

The words hung in the air, a painful silence settling between you. The reality crashed down, and you felt the sting of rejection like a cold wind on a winter's night.

"I don't understand," you whispered, your voice breaking. "You kissed me. You made me believe that there was something between us."

Harry avoided your gaze, his eyes fixed on the paperwork in front of him. "I got caught up in the moment. It doesn't change anything. We're colleagues, and that's all I can offer right now."

The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, tracing a path down your cheeks. You couldn't comprehend how something that felt so real to you could be dismissed so casually by him.

"I thought we had something," you choked out, your voice betraying the hurt within.

Harry sighed again, a heavy burden on his shoulders. "I can't give you what you want. I'm not in a place for a relationship. I thought I could, but I was wrong."

You nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. "So, that's it? We go back to being just colleagues?"

He looked at you with a mixture of regret and remorse. "I think it's for the best. We need to focus on work and keep things professional."

The next day at the studio felt like a cruel twist of fate. The air was thick with tension as you set up your bass, avoiding eye contact with Harry at all costs. The once familiar rhythm of collaboration now felt strained and awkward.

The fluorescent lights hummed above once again, but this time, the sterile glow highlighted the awkwardness in the air. Every stolen glance, every accidental brush of hands felt like a painful reminder of what could never be.

As the song's first notes filled the room, you couldn't help but feel a pang in your chest. Music had always been your solace, but now it was a painful backdrop to the fractured connection between you and Harry.

You found yourself outside the studio during a break, needing a moment to breathe. The cool breeze did little to soothe the storm raging inside you. You replayed the conversation from the office, the sting of rejection still fresh in your mind.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice Harry approaching until he spoke. "Hey, you okay?"

The words hung in the air, a heavy question that begged for an answer. You nodded, your throat tight with unspoken emotions.

"I'm sorry," Harry began, his eyes filled with genuine remorse. "I didn't mean for things to get so complicated."

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. "Complicated? Harry, you made me believe there was something between us, and then you just dismissed it as a mistake."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I messed up. I got caught in the moment and should have been clearer about my intentions."

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mix of frustration and hurt. "Intentions? What exactly are your intentions, Harry?"

He hesitated before speaking, choosing his words carefully. "My focus is on my career, and I thought I could handle something more, but I was wrong."

The reality of his words hit you like a tidal wave. The man you had shared stolen moments with, the one whose music resonated with your soul, was not ready for the kind of connection you craved.

"So, what now?" you asked, your voice trembling. "We pretend like nothing happened?"

Harry looked at you, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within. "I still want us to be friends, to work together professionally. I care about you, but I can't give you what you want."

You took a deep breath, attempting to steady your emotions. The pain was palpable, but you nodded, accepting the reality of the situation. "Friends," you echoed, though the word felt hollow and distant.

For the rest of the recording session, you pushed through the heartache, focusing on the music and the professionalism that had once defined your relationship with Harry. Each note played felt like a reminder of what could have been, a melody of lost possibilities.

Days turned into weeks, and the studio became a battleground of emotions. The camaraderie you once shared with Harry was now replaced by a strained politeness, a facade of the connection that had crumbled. Colleagues by day, strangers by night.

As time passed, you found yourself avoiding Harry outside of work. The pain of seeing him, knowing that the warmth you once shared had turned cold, was too much to bear. The fluorescent lights of the office and studio continued to hum, casting a harsh light on the shattered remains of what was once a promising connection.

One evening, as you gathered your things to leave the studio, you noticed a hushed conversation between Harry and a woman near the exit. Their laughter echoed through the empty hallways, and a knot tightened in your stomach. The fluorescent lights seemed to flicker, mirroring the uncertainty in your heart.

The next day, rumors about Harry's new girlfriend buzzed around the studio. Whispers followed you like a shadow as you navigated the familiar spaces that now felt foreign. The fluorescent lights, once a backdrop to shared laughter and music, now served as cruel witnesses to your heartache.

It wasn't long before you saw them together – Harry and his girlfriend. They strolled through the studio hand in hand, a public declaration that sent a sharp pang through your chest. The sterile glow of the fluorescent lights illuminated the scene, emphasizing their connection while casting shadows on your solitude.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, witnessing the person you longed for being proudly shown off with someone else. The ache in your chest deepened as you continued to navigate the professional facade during work hours. Colleagues and friends – those were just distant echoes of what once was.

Weeks turned into months, and the ache in your chest persisted. Once a sanctuary of creativity and collaboration, the studio now felt like a battleground of emotions.

Harry walked in one day as you sat alone in the breakroom, nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee. The air thickened with tension as he hesitated near the doorway. It was a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken rift that had formed between you.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of regret.

You sighed, looking into his eyes, searching for answers. "What's left to say, Harry? You made your choice."

He took a seat across from you, his eyes avoiding yours. "I never meant to hurt you."

"You didn't mean to hurt me?" you scoffed, bitterness lacing your words.

"Actions speak louder than words, Harry. I saw you with someone else while I was stuck here, trying to pick up the pieces."

He looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "It's not that simple."

"Isn't it?" you retorted, frustration bubbling to the surface. "You said you weren't ready for a relationship, but here you are, happily dating her. What was so wrong with me?"

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not about you. It's about me. I'm still figuring things out, and I never meant to lead you on."

The wounds reopened with his words, the pain resurfacing like a tidal wave.

"Well, congratulations, Harry. You've figured things out, and I'm left here dealing with the aftermath."

He reached out tentatively as if to comfort you, but you pulled away.

"Don't."

Silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant hum of the fluorescent lights above. The breakroom, once a place of shared laughter, now felt like a mausoleum of a connection buried too soon.

"I just want things to go back to how they were," Harry whispered, his voice filled with remorse.

You shook your head, a bitter smile on your lips. "That's the thing, Harry. They can't. You made sure of that."

Days turned into a monotonous routine of work, each encounter with Harry a painful reminder of what once was. The fluorescent lights continued to hum, indifferent to the shattered fragments of a connection scattered in their glow.

One evening, as you packed up your belongings, you caught a glimpse of Harry through the studio window. He was engrossed in conversation with his girlfriend, laughter echoing in the empty halls. The sight twisted the knife in your heart, and you turned away, swallowing the bitter pill of reality.

As time passed, the pain dulled, but the scars remained. You found solace in the music, pouring your emotions into every note you played. The studio, once tainted by heartache, became a sanctuary once again, a place where you could escape the echoes of a fractured connection.

The fluorescent lights continued to hum, casting their sterile glow on the studio. But this time, you walked through their light with a newfound strength, a resilience born from the ashes of a love that never had the chance to bloom. The melody of your music became a testament to your healing, a reminder that even in the face of heartbreak, the music would endure.

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goodbye l harry styles x reader

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Summary: Harry Styles and (y/n) had been together for two years, but they recently broke up due to their busy schedules. Harry and (y/n) meet backstage at Saturday Night Live where they had met before.

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As Harry Styles walked into the backstage area of Saturday Night Live, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. This was the same stage where he had performed as a musical guest so many times before, and it was also where he had met (y/n).

But now, things were different. Harry and (y/n) had been together for two years, but they had recently broken up due to their busy schedules. It was a decision that had been hard for both of them, but it was necessary if they wanted to pursue their careers to the fullest.

As Harry made his way to his dressing room, he saw (y/n) walking towards him. She was dressed in her SNL costume, ready to perform her latest sketch.

"Hey," Harry said, trying to keep his voice steady. "How are you?"

"I'm good," (y/n) replied, giving him a small smile. "How about you?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm okay. It's weird being here without you, you know?"

"I know," (y/n) said softly.

The two of them stood there in silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts. Harry couldn't help but remember all the good times he had shared with (y/n) at this stage. He remembered how she always made him laugh, even on his most challenging days. He remembered how she would look at him with those beautiful eyes, making his heart skip a beat.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry things didn't work out between us," Harry said, breaking the silence.

(Y/n) nodded a sad smile on her face. "It's okay, Harry. I know that our schedules just didn't line up anymore. It was nobody's fault."

Harry felt a pang of regret as he heard (y/n)'s words. He had always thought that they could make it work, even with their busy schedules. But he knew deep down that it wasn't that simple. Being in the public eye and constantly on the move made it difficult for them to find time for each other.

"I just wish we had more time," Harry said, his voice laced with sadness.

(Y/n) placed a comforting hand on his arm. "I know, Harry. But sometimes, things just don't work out how we want them to. We just have to accept it and move on."

Harry nodded, feeling grateful for (y/n)'s understanding. He knew it wasn't easy for her either, and he appreciated that she was willing to put their differences aside and be there for him.

"I just want you to know that-"

"Harry, Please don't make this harder. I know you loved me. I don't want to hear it again for my sake, please." (y/n) said while laughing, but Harry knew he was hurting her again.

Harry felt a lump form in his throat as (y/n) spoke. He knew he had hurt her deeply with their breakup, and he didn't want to make things any harder for her. He could see the pain in her eyes, breaking his heart.

"I'm sorry," Harry said softly, reaching to take her hand. "I didn't mean to bring up old wounds."

"It's okay," (y/n) replied, her voice softening. "I know you didn't mean it that way. It's just hard for me to hear those words right now."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He didn't want to hurt (y/n) more than he already had.

The two of them stood there in silence for a few more moments. Harry knew that he needed to move on and focus on his career, but a part of him still longed for (y/n). He couldn't help but wonder if they would ever find their way back to each other.

"I should get going," (y/n) said, breaking the silence. "I have to get ready for my sketch."

"Right," Harry said, reluctantly letting go of her hand.

As (y/n) turned to leave, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness in his chest. He watched as she walked away, her figure getting smaller and smaller until she disappeared from view.

Harry knew this was truly the end of their relationship, and it hit him hard. He had lost someone who meant everything to him.

As Harry sat in his dressing room, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation crashing down on him. He remembered the times they had shared together, their memories, and the love they had once shared.

The tears started to well up in Harry's eyes, and he tried to hold them back, but it was useless. He buried his face in his hands and let out a sob. He missed (y/n) so much it hurt.

The sound of a knock at his door startled him, and he quickly wiped away his tears before getting up to answer it. When he opened the door, he saw (y/n) standing there, looking just as sad as he felt.

"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye properly," (y/n) said softly, her voice trembling with emotion.

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he looked into her eyes. He could see their pain and sadness, and he knew that she was hurting just as much as he was.

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, before (y/n) stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Harry in a tight embrace. Harry felt his heart break into a million pieces as he hugged her back, knowing that this was probably the last time he would ever hold her like this.

"I'm going to miss you so much," (y/n) whispered, her voice barely above a whisper

"I'm going to miss you too," Harry replied, his voice cracking with emotion.

They held each other for what felt like an eternity, both unwilling to let go. But eventually, they knew that they had to.

As (y/n) pulled away, Harry could see the tears streaming down her face. He reached up and gently wiped them away with his thumb, feeling the urge to kiss her one last time. But he knew it wasn't fair for either of them to reopen old wounds.

"Goodbye, Harry," (y/n) said, her voice barely audible.

"Goodbye, (y/n)," Harry replied, his voice choked with tears.

As (y/n) turned to leave, Harry watched her go, feeling a sense of emptiness in his chest. He knew that he would never forget her and that a part of him would always love her. But he also knew that it was time to move on and focus on his career and future.

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Jason Todd X journalist!reader

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Seven

As Jason Todd got ready for the Black Mask public event party, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. He knew that the Black Mask was up to no good, and he had a feeling that something terrible was going to happen at the party.

As he was getting dressed, he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find a (Y/N) standing in the hallway.

"I was invited to cover the party tonight," she said.

"Who invited you?" he asked.

"Johnny Rogers," she replied.

"The dirty cop," Y/N added."Do you think he knows that I know he is taking bribes from the Black Mask?"

Jason paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. He didn't want to put Y/N in any danger, but he also knew that she was a journalist and she had a job to do.

"It's possible," he said finally."But we can't be sure."

"Aren't you also going to the event?" Y/N asked, curious.

"Yeah, I am," Jason replied. "I can watch you if you want to go."

Y/N nodded, feeling reassured by Jason's offer.Y/N smiled gratefully at Jason, glad she wouldn't face the dangerous event alone.

"Why is the Black Mask having a public event anyway?" Y/N asked, trying to make small talk. "Isn't he a criminal?"

"Black Mask has lawyers, and he's rich," Jason explained. "He can easily bribe the government with money. Besides, he likes to show off his power and influence. It's a way for him to flex his muscles and intimidate his enemies."

Y/N nodded thoughtfully. "I see. It's still hard to believe that someone like him can get away with so much."

Jason gave a grim smile. "Welcome to Gotham. It's a city full of corrupt officials and dangerous criminals. You learn to adapt, or you don't survive."

Y/N looked at Jason with a mix of sadness and disbelief. "But you're investigating him, right? To put him in jail?"

Jason laughed bitterly. "What? No, I'm here to kill him."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. "Kill him? You can't just take the law into your own hands!"

"I'm not interested in the law," Jason said coldly. "I'm interested in justice. Black Mask has hurt many people, and he's never been held accountable for his crimes. It's time to make him pay."

Y/N shook her head. "You can't just kill someone because you think they deserve it. That's not justice. That's revenge."

"Call it what you want," Jason said, his tone hardening. "But it's something that needs to be done. And I'm the one who's going to do it."

Y/N took a step back, feeling a sudden chill. "What about Batman? Does he approve of this?"

Jason snorted. "He might kill me, though."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "He would?"

"He's not exactly fond of my methods," Jason said, his expression darkening. "But I don't really care. I'm not doing this for him or anyone else. I'm doing this because it's the right thing to do."

"But what about the consequences?" Y/N pressed. "You could get caught, or worse, you could get hurt. Are you not worried about that?"

Jason shrugged. "Of course I am. But I've been doing this for a long time. I know what I'm doing."

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you're so reckless."

Jason smirked. "You wouldn't be the first person to say that."

Y/N sighed, feeling a sense of frustration. "I just wish there was another way. Killing someone isn't the solution to everything."

Jason's expression softened a bit, and he sighed. "I know it's not ideal. But sometimes, it's the only option left. Black Mask won't stop until he's taken down, and the law won't do anything about it. It's up to people like me to ensure justice is served."

Y/N bit her lip, feeling conflicted. She understood Jason's reasoning, but she couldn't condone his methods. "I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into. This isn't something to be taken lightly."

"I know," Jason replied quietly. "But it's a risk I'm willing to take. For the people who have suffered because of him, for the ones who can't fight back. I have to do this."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of respect for Jason's conviction, even if she didn't agree with his actions. "Okay, I understand."

"Thanks for understanding," Jason said, giving Y/N a small smile.

"I should probably go and get ready for the party now," Y/N said, breaking the tense moment. "I'll see you there."

Y/N returned the smile, but her expression turned serious. "But just so you know, it's not too late to change your mind about killing Black Mask. There are other ways to bring him to justice."

"I appreciate your concern," Jason said, nodding. "But this is something I have to do. I'll keep your words in mind, though."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of worry for Jason's safety. She knew she couldn't stop him, but she couldn't help but hope that he would come out of this unscathed.

As Y/N left, Jason took a deep breath and tried to push aside his doubts. He knew what he was about to do was dangerous, but he couldn't back down now. He had a job to do, and he would do it.

As he finished getting ready, he grabbed his weapons. He headed out the door, prepared to face whatever dangers awaited him at the Black Mask's party.

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Unravel

Jason Todd x journalist!reader

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Six

You felt a pang of fear as you looked at Red Hood. You had heard stories about him, of course, a vigilante who operated outside of the law, and you couldn't help but wonder what he would do to you.

But to your surprise, the Red Hood didn't seem angry or aggressive. Instead, he seemed almost amused.

"Don't worry," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm here to help you."

You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand. The Red Hood pulled you to your feet, and you felt a sense of relief flood over you.

"Thank you," you said, your voice shaking. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

The Red Hood nodded. "It's what I do."

As you followed the Red Hood toward the exit, you couldn't help but feel confused. Something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

You took a deep breath and asked him, "Did Jason Todd send you to help me?"

The Red Hood chuckled softly, and you couldn't help but feel foolish forasking such an obvious question. "And they told me you were smart," he said, shaking his head. "Yes, Jason called me. He was worried about you and asked me to keep an eye on you."

You felt a mix of relief and surprise. Relief that Jason had thought to call for help and surprise that he knew this vigilante who seemed to operate outside of the law.

"Thank you for coming," you said, grateful for the Red Hood's assistance.

The Red Hood nodded. "No problem. We look out for each other."

"We?" you asked, confused.

The Red Hood smirked. "Yeah, me and Jason. We're partners."

Your eyes widened in shock as you realized who this vigilante really was. "You're Jason Todd?"

"Look, we can talk more about this later. Right now, we need to get you to safety."

You nodded, realizing that he was right.

As you followed the Red Hood toward safety, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the world of vigilantes held. You had a feeling that you were only scratching the surface of something much bigger.

Eventually, Jason led you to one of his safehouses. You looked around the dimly lit room, taking in the various weapons and gadgets scattered throughout.

"You can stay here for as long as you need," Jason said, gesturing towards the couch.

You sat down and looked around, feeling grateful for the safe haven. But your mind was still reeling from the revelation that the Red Hood was actually Jason Todd.

"It all makes sense now," you said, finally putting the pieces together. "Why you're into Black Mask."

Jason nodded, a grim expression on his face. "Yeah, I have my reasons."

You couldn't help but ask, "What are those reasons?"

Jason looked at you. His expression is unreadable. "Let's just say Black Mask, and I have a history. He's not exactly my favorite person."

You wanted to press for more information, but you could tell from Jason's tone that he wasn't interested in sharing. You decided to drop the subject.

Instead, you decided to shift the conversation to something lighter. "So, do you always come to the rescue in such a dramatic fashion?"

Jason chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Only for damsels in distress."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not a damsel in distress."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? You seem pretty good at getting yourself into trouble."

You bristled at the implication. "Hey, I don't go looking for trouble. It just tends to find me."

Jason chuckled. "Yeah, that's what they all say."

You scowled at Jason, feeling annoyed at his teasing. "Well, maybe if you and your vigilante friends did a better job keeping the city safe, I wouldn't have to worry about getting into trouble."

Jason's expression turned serious. "Hey, we do the best we can. But we can't be everywhere at once. And sometimes, we need people like you to speak out and shine a light on the corruption and crime in this city."

You scoffed. "And what good does that do? The system is so corrupt, nothing ever changes."

"Change starts with one person speaking out," Jason said, his voice firm. "You have a voice, and you can use it to make a difference."

You sighed, feeling a sense of hopelessness. "I don't know. It just feels like the odds are stacked against us. How can we make a difference when the people in power are the ones causing the problems?"

Jason's expression softened. "I know it can feel overwhelming, but we have to try. We have to keep fighting, even when it feels like we're outnumbered. Because if we don't, who will?"

You thought about Jason's words and realized that he was right. Change wasn't going to happen overnight, but it wouldn't happen at all if people didn't try.

"Okay," you said, determination in your voice.

Jason smiled. "That's all I can ask for. And if you ever need my help again, don't hesitate to call."

You nodded, feeling grateful for Jason's support. "Thank you. And please, be careful out there."

Jason's expression turned serious again. "I always am. But you be careful too. This city can be dangerous, especially for those who speak out."

You nodded again, taking his warning to heart. "I will. Thank you again, Jason."

But as the night wore on, and you found yourself getting sleepy, you knew that it was time to call it a night. You thanked Jason for his help and headed toward the guest bedroom.

"Goodnight, Jason," you said, pausing in the doorway.

"Goodnight, \[Y/N]," Jason replied, his eyes locking with yours.

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