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Day 6: Stargazing // Blindfold

I’m back! Day 6 consists of stargazing Star Trek baes because @generatorcat and I know what we’re here for. Please check out their amazing fic Kaiidth. Or Whatever here! Thank you so much lovely for collaborating with me <333 it was, as always, an absolute pleasure!

  • Dirk: Okay, let's say I am you and you are the bad guy here. I would know all the ways onto the ship are visible. So how would you outsmart yourself and get yourself onto that ship without yourself seeing yourself?
  • Todd: Okay, was that an actual question or were you just throwing words together and hoping they make sense?
You Just Left Me To Die! (Part 6)

Originally posted by the-boy-wow

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Pairing: Jason Todd (Arkham Knight) x Reader

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Warnings: Swearing, blood and talks of wounds, smoking

Rating: Mature

A/N: GUYS! LOOK AT WHAT IS FINALLY DONE!!!! This is the last part! Guys thank you so much all the support and love! Honestly all of it means so much to me, it really keeps me going.

You could feel someone holding your hand, but it was faint and far off. Breathing was hard, your ribs screamed in protest each time you took a breath. As consciousness slowly came back to you it felt like the person holding your hand was shaking. When your hearing finally came back you heard crying. Your eyes jerked as you tried to open them. After almost ten minutes of working your eyes open, you finally opened them. The room you were in was dark, moonlight was streaming through the windows. “I’m sorry y/n, I’m so sorry.” It took you a second to register that it was Jason speaking to you.

“Baby…” you moaned quietly. There was silence, “Jason?” You move your head slowly to face him. His whole face is pained, his eyes were bright red and puffy. “Jason?” you try to get up but you become too light headed. “What happened Jason?” Softly, he pushed you back down on the bed. His hands softly rub your face and he kisses your forehead.

“I…” He pauses, his breath hitching and another sob raking through him. With shaky hands, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a puff. Slowly, you pulled yourself back up, slapping his hands when he tried to push you back down. You grabbed the cig out of his mouth and kissed his nose.

“These things will kill you.”

“Yeah, well so will a bullet to the heart but I walked away.” He snatched the cigarette out of your hands, placing it firmly back in his lips. You knew this was his was his way of calming down but it wasn’t healthy.

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