(I am supposed to be doing homework right now, but I needed to send you this while I was thinking about it lol) Congrats on 400, Jules!! I am so fucking proud of you <3 (I sent this to Maru when she was doing these a while back, but I want to see what you do with it lol) The sentence is "So tell me: do all vigilantes lurk or is this just a part of your unique charm?" Have fun <3
Do your homework Jo! You always tell me to do mine 😂😂(and because it’s you of course I did it with Jason)
_________ “So tell me: do all vigilantes lurk or is this just a part of your unique charm?” You said while leaning against the roof ledge of your building.
“I think it’s a collective hobby, but trust me I have plenty of charm.” the Red Hood stood crossing his arms while looking at you.
“But you tell me, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing lurking around a rooftop?”
You laughed “I bet you say that to all the damsels” saying before pulling a box of cigarettes from your pocket. Revealing your reasoning.
“Only the beauties” Watching as you pulled one out and lit it up.
“Oh you flatter me” breathing out the smoke.
Though he strode over to you, plucking the cigarette out of your fingers. Lifting his helmet enough to take a drag of it. “Like I said doll ‘charm’”
Seeing his smirk before he pulled his helmet back down and grappled away from your shocked expression.
You let out a breathy laugh, “I might have to start coming up here more often”
Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that we were celebrating 20 followers not too long ago. Each one of the 400 people following this blog are very important and I love all of you. ❤❤ Thank you for all your support!
To celebrate, I’m not doing anything too big because I would like to focus on writing the requests that have been submitted. I promise a big celebration if when we reach 500!
For 400, I’ll be doing blog rates. The format will be under the cut!
"God, I hate profilers! You can never keep a secret from one." For the one sentence thing, please.
“God, I hate profilers! You can never keep a secret from one.” You pouted while leaning against Spencer’s desk.
“It’s not because I’m a profiler that I can tell when you have a secret, I can just tell” he said while looking up from a file on his desk.
You just looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. Setting down his pen he continued, “We’ve been together for a while, I’ve just picked up on things… and you’re a terrible liar” crossing his hands in his lap.
“What the hell Spence, I’m a good liar” crossing your arms defensively.
“[F/n] you laugh nervously whenever you tell a lie. You don’t have to be a profiler to tell” he laughed.
“Do not” though whist saying that a chuckle escaped your throat.