#devin bostick

jasper was always reserved, his overgrown locks blocking the view of his chocolate brown eyes. his clothes were grungy and his boots nearly bursting at the seams. he chewed at the insides of his cheeks until they bled, and as introverted as he was, he never failed to stay by your side — to protect you, he swore up and down.

he was always thinking — contemplating the next step, next plan, next moment. everything he did he made sure it was thought out first. since he almost died that fateful day by the water after the drop-ship landed, jasper took no chances with life.

you, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. you were dauntless in your movements, always climbing and jumping and diving from things, doing anything and everything to get high off the rush of adrenaline that came with near-death experiences. you weren’t afraid to speak your mind or let a fist or two fly in a heated situation. you were loud and brash and hardly thought about consequences when you made a decision.

that was one of the things that jasper loved and hated most about you. your differences drew him to you in the first place; you represented everything he wanted to be, and that scared him more than anything. the freedom you exuded made him want to puke if he thought about it too much.

how could you be so utterly free while he was a constant prisoner of his mind?

it didn’t matter, though. jasper loved you more than anyone on (or off) the planet.

“hiya, babe,” you grinned as you sauntered over to where he was sitting, off to the backside of the drop ship. it was his usual hiding space, he’d created a little hut-like area that he could watch the tree-line from. he’d even set up his own little alarm system in case of a grounder sighting.

“hey,” he smiled softly at you as he sharpened the blade on his knife, “what’s goin on out there?”

he was referring to the cheering and chanting from a few minutes ago.

“murphy was running his little fight club again,” you snickered at your own statement, evoking a soft laugh from jasper.

“and let me guess,” jasper finally looked up from the knife permanently, his hand reaching out to grab your own as he examined the skin. “you just had to interject yourself?”

the skin around your knuckles was busted in multiple places, bleeding and swelling with each passing second.

“well,” you shrugged innocently, “i had to defend my title.”

“you gotta slow down, y/n,” jasper shakes his head at you, “seriously. i’m worried about you getting hurt, baby.”

your heart flutters at the usage of the pet name. jasper showed his affection in many ways, most of them odd, but hardly ever through pet names.

“fine, i will. but just because you called me baby,” you smile as you move closer to him, blood pumping as he pulls you down into his lap.

“well,” he hums softly, hands gently cupping your busted knuckles, “i gotta keep you safe. y’know that.”

“yeah, i know,” you hum back, letting your back rest against his chest. “i’m going stir crazy out here, though. i need to do something soon.”

“you’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days,” he said it sarcastically but you could hear the hint of fear in his voice, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the emotion at the end of his sentence.

“i’m not going anywhere, jas,” you pivot slightly so that you can face him more, one hand cupping his cheek, “seriously. you’re stuck with me.”

he huffs out a laugh at that. “good because if you die, i die. and i don’t think i’m ready for that just yet.”

“well, if you die right after me, they can bury us together and our bones will be all tangled up.”

“you’re so morbid sometimes, y’know that?”

“yea, well, you love me,” you shrug, giving him a soft pat on the cheek.

“yea, i do,” he pulls you closer, kissing you gently as you wrap your arms around him. “always will.”

you rest your head against his shoulder, feeling his warm embrace as you pray this moment never ends.

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