iso200@400

anonymous asked:

For the sentence fic please "dami ..I can't find my reading glasses have you seen them ?" Thank youu! ! Courgrats btw💜🎉🎉🎂

Thank you for the congrats love!!
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“Dami ..I can’t find my reading glasses have you seen them ?” Asking as you walked into the living room of the manor.

Damian looked up at you from a book “I have not”

“Shit, that’s the third pair this week” you muttered, plopping down next to him.

“[L/n] you are not much older than I, how is it your sight is so poor?”

“Genetics my dear Dami, genetics”

“Sounds rough” He looked over as you nodded.

“I wonder if I could talk Bruce into LASIK?” Mumbling to yourself.

“Tt, good luck with that” Damian said turning back to his book. “I wouldn’t let someone near my eyes with a laser.”

You shrugged, “I mean it’s a trained professional. Not like it’s Dick or someone” You both laughed.

–In The Batcave–

“What’s wrong Dick?” Tim looked at the now tense older male.

“I don’t know, but it feels like I was just insulted” Tim just looked at him before shaking his head and turned back to his computer.

‘Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next lines (incase I want to do more than five)’

memento-amare  asked:

(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)
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“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”

anonymous asked:

For the sentence fic "you can't just go around killing people"

“You can’t just go around killing people” Bruce scolded you and Jason.

“We’re not just going around killing people! If we didn’t take the headshot we never would’ve gotten out of there!” You defended the both of you.

“Let’s not forget who sent us into the trap. We did what we had to. We don’t have to explain ourselves to you Bruce.” Jason backed up your argument.

“To hell you don’t” Bruce began but was soon cut off

“Or what Bruce? You’re going to ground us? For one thing I’m not your kid and Jason and I don’t live under your command. We’re adults who can make our own decisions.” Crossing your arms.

“Come on [F/n] let’s go” Jason directed the both of you away. Leaving Bruce on the roof you had been arguing on.

Once a few rooftops away you both stopped, you were still pretty worked up. Ranting on and on. “I know babe” Jason came to stand in front of you.

“But I must admit, the way you stood up to him, it was pretty hot” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Chuckling you shook your head, “Race you home” you challenged before jumping to another roof.

Jason smirked under his mask, “Happy Saturday to me” mumbling before chasing after you.

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400 Followers Celebration

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!

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queen-of-all-the-fandoms  asked:

"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.

Spencer simply gestured to you.

“Fine, I see your point now”

‘Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next lines (incase I want to do more than five)’

queen-of-all-the-fandoms  asked:

"Keith, I love you, you know I do, but *please* tell me you didn't actually jump out of an airlock to get your lion."

“Keith, I love you, you know I do, but *please* tell me you didn’t actually jump out of an airlock to get your lion.”

He visibly tensed at your words. “Of course not [F/n], Red handled himself” he laughed nervously.

“Mhmm” crossing your arms over your chest. “Then I guess Shiro, and Hunk, and Allura, and everyone else lied?”

He looked at you regretfully, “I’m sorry [F/n] I just acted on impulse. I wasn’t thinking” now standing in front of you.

“Keith I’m not angry that you did it, I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me about it. I worry about you when you’re out there.”

He looked down remorsefully, “I know I’m really sorry. I promise to tell the truth from now on.”

You let out a sigh and opened your arms “Come here”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and you pulled him into a hug. Kissing his cheek in the process. “I swear you’re going to be the death of me one day”

‘Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next lines (incase I want to do more than five)’