They need our help getting their movie to theatres so if we can do this shit at all like Markipliers fans were able to get iron lung in maybe we have a chance of seeing it please guys. Go ask your local theaters and be insistent on it fr. I've seen it at a film festival and it's so so fucking good please guys I'm begging you I need to see this on a big screen
I'm serious, I talked to the pitfall Instagram account and we could maybe get it to a few places if we tried. I know we are a smaller fandom but Pleeeeaassseeee
Summary: Erik takes you out on your first real date (in true Erik Campbell fashion of course).
Warnings: swearing, unwanted flirting from a creepy guy, protective Erik, mentions of murder and gore (in the context of a horror movie), romantic Erik, Erik is absolutely whipped for you and the fluff is overwhelming.
Other: reader is wearing a dress and heels, no use of Y/N
Author's note: I was basically twirling my hair and kicking my feet writing this, so I hope you do too. Also, once again i am capped at 50 mentions per post so i am sorry if you did not make the tag list.
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You and Erik sat in the back of the tattoo parlor like two secret lovers hiding from any prying eyes. Well, you couldn't call yourselves lovers just yet. You felt as though your stars were aligned again to have Erik next to you. Being with him didn't feel awkward and your conversations never felt forced. Everything just flowed naturally when it came to interacting with him.
As you flipped through your sketch book together and showed him all your drawings, you explained to him how long it took you to draw each one and what you were feeling while drawing it. This of course led to Erik showing you some of his drawings that he has been working on for his clients or just for fun.
When you were looking through Erik's sketches, he was looking through yours, and he eventually came across the unfinished moth creature.
"Holy shit you really drew this?" Erik exclaimed, holding up your sketch book to show you your own drawing. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment to see your half drawn creature.
"Ya, but it's not finished" you explained downheartedly. Having seen Erik's artwork, you felt like yours paled in comparison. You were starting to think that maybe showing him your work wasn't the best idea. He probably thought your sketches looked juvenile compared to his.
"What do you mean not finished? If it already looks this cool, I can't wait to see what it's gonna look like complete" Erik lit up, his eyes scanning the paper further. You blushed as you watched Erik stare intently at your drawing
"Please tell me you're doing something with this talent" he added while raising his eyebrows at you. "I'm an art major, actually," you beamed with pride "my parent's wanted me to major in religious studies, but art is really the only thing I ever wanted to do."
"Maybe we can put a tattoo machine in your hand someday" Erik said while nudging your shoulder with his teasingly. You chuckled at his words. You couldn't picture yourself being a tattoo artist, but you had to admit you always wanted tattoos yourself. You would have to wait till you were on your own first. If you came home with tattoos, your mother would fall into a coma, and your father would probably perform an exorcism on you.
Erik let out his own little chuckle as if he knew the reason why you found his words amusing. He then reached over and took your hand in his gently. You immediately paused and looked down at your joined hands. That swirling feeling in your stomach returned in full force. Erik went to retract his hand, thinking that he was coming on too strong again, but you took his hand back and intertwined your fingers with his.
He looked at you with parted lips and hopeful eyes. You gave him a shy smile in return and squeezed his hand. Internally, you were surprised with yourself that you wanted Erik this close. You realized that the more time you spent with him, the more you would let your walls down and allow yourself to feel his presence.
"I'm okay with this" you said to him, barely above a whisper. He gave you a closed lipped grin and squeezed your hand back, feeling content that he had the green light to hold your hand. Erik searched your face with his misty blue eyes and swallowed hard.
"Look Peach, if you couldn't already tell, I'm really into you," Erik confessed softly, "and if you want, i would love to take you out sometime." Your mouth went dry and felt your entire face heat up. You definitely knew that Erik was interested in you, but the verbal confirmation had your stomach doing backflips.
"Like, on a date?" you asked without thinking, immediately regretting your embarrassing choice of words. Erik smiled widly and started to giggle.
"No with a sledgehammer" he said with pure sarcasm. You let go of his hand and shoved him playfully as you giggled along with him, almost causing him to fall out of his chair.
"Yes, I wanna take you out on a date" he finally confessed after recovering from his fit of giggles. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and looked down at the tattoo parlor floor. You would be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous about going out on a date with Erik.
Erik himself wasn't the issue. The issue was that you've never been on a real date. Every guy you've ever gone out with was carefully selected by your parents, and during the date, they would watch the two of you like a hawk. You weren't even sure what it would be like to go out with a guy alone. What you were sure of, though, was that Erik Campbell wanted to take you out, and you would be crazy to say no.
"I'm not opposed to the idea" you said, looking up at him with newfound mischief in your eyes "what would you want to do?" Erik tilted his head and stared at you fondly.
"We could go see a movie and maybe get ice cream after. There's a movie theater about 30 minutes outside of town" Erik suggested to you. You slowly nodded your head as you processed his words.
"This all sounds great, but how are we gonna pull it off?" You asked Erik, reminding him that going out won't be as easy as he's making it sound.
"Ever heard of sneaking out?" Erik answered your question with his own."I'll pick you up Peach, you just gotta get out of the house unnoticed." You took a minute to think it over. You could do it. You could sneak out and go on a date with Erik. You were just slightly annoyed that this was the only way you could spend time with him. But the way this unconventional yet beautiful man made you feel was what made all the secrecy worth it.
"Okay, Campbell. You can take me out" you said to him softly, "and just so you know, I'm really into you too." Erik smiled from ear to ear and threaded his fingers with yours once again.
"I kinda had a hunch when you blew off Bible study to come see me" Erik said through a chuckle. Your heart dropped when he mentioned Bible study and checked your phone in a panic. It was almost 10:00pm. You were so caught up in your own world with Erik, you lost track of time.
"Shit, it's late. I gotta go" you muttered, grabbing your sketch book and shoving it in your backpack. You quickly rose to your feet and made your way to the front of the shop with Erik following close behind. You stopped at the front door and turned around to look at him. You allowed yourself to take him in fully one last time, and then you gave him a small smile.
"Text me when you get back to your tower, Princess" Erik said in a gravely tone, offering you a smirk. You let out a single chuckle and a soft "bye Erik" before exiting the tattoo parlor and allowing the cool night air to greet you.
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You carefully put in the nicest pair of earrings you owned and spritzed both sides of your neck with your perfume. You looked and felt the best you've had in a while for your date with Erik. But you did start to wonder if you were overdressed for the occasion.
You analyzed yourself in your full-length mirror, feeling unsure about your outfit choice. Was a knee-length dress with a corset bodice and cap sleeves too formal for movie date? Were your kitten heels too much? You bit your lip apprehensively as you contemplated changing your outfit. Your hectic thoughts were then interrupted by your phone vibrating on your desk, indicating that you had a new text message. No time to change now.
You quickly peered over at your bed. Your pillows were meticulously placed under your covers to look like you were sleeping there, a classic move. It was 11:00pm and you knew your parents were sound asleep at this time. You adjusted the pillows one last time to make sure your makeshift decoy looked as realistic as possible. You then checked your phone to see the message was from Erik.
"I'm outside, Princess. Your chariot awaits" was the message you read that had you stifling a laugh. You walked over to your window and pulled back the lace curtains. Sure enough, there was Erik standing under the yellow glow of the street light next to an Audi Sedan that looked like it was straight out of the 90s.
You stood in front of your window and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You never snuck out before, and you didn't think you would have to at your age, but there's a first time for everything.
You unlocked the window and opened the glass and screen wide enough for you to fit through. Luckily for you, your bedroom was at ground level, so you didn't have to worry about breaking an ankle trying to sneak out.
You slid out the window with ease, and you quietly closed it behind you. You straightened your dress out as you took one final look inside your bedroom. Everything appeared to be in order, so you turned away, and power walked over to Erik, your heels clicking on the pavement with each step.
"When I said sneak out, I thought you would come out the front door, not climb out your wind..." the end of Erik's sentence was caught in his throat when he saw you in all your glory under the street light. He looked you up and down and he let the word "wow" escape his lips.
You fiddled with the strap of your purse as you looked him up and down as well. You were starting to think he owned multiple pairs of the same black skinny jeans, considering this was the third time you've seen him wearing them. You also thought his combat boots must be his favorite pair of shoes.
He did have some added elements to his look though. The waistline of his pants was wrapped in a plain black leather belt. His black tee shirt, that had the name of a band you've never heard of on it, was tucked into his jeans. Lastly, he pulled the look together with a black denim jacket. His hair was a wild, dark brown mess as usual, and his earrings and septum ring caught the light of the street lamp above you.
He looked like his usual devilishly handsome self, but you couldn't help but notice how casual he was dressed compared to you. You averted your gaze from him and looked down at your shoes, rubbing your glossed lips together nervously. You then saw the tips of Erik's boots meet the tips of your heels as he gently took your hand in his. You peered up at him to see him smiling down at you.
"Pardon my French Sweets, but you look fucking gorgeous" Erik beamed unabashedly, lifting your hand and giving you a twirl so he could see all of you. You offered him a coy grin as you met his fond gaze.
"You look nice too" was all you could manage to say, and you internally scolded yourself for sounding like an idiot. Erik gestured to the car behind him.
"Shall we?" He said casually, his hand still holding yours. "We shall" you replied with a bright smile. In a complete 180 to Erik's bad boy exterior, he brought you to the other side of his car and opened the passenger side door for you. There, waiting for you in the passenger seat was a single red rose. You delicately picked it up by the stem and gave it a sniff, letting out a satisfied hum.
"For me?" You said quietly while internally scolding yourself again for not thinking of something better to say. Erik then fried the circuits in your brain by lifting your free hand to his lips and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.
"Anything for the pretty lady" he replied while looking at you through his lashes. This man really would be the death of you. You didn't even want to think about how you would go on if things didn't work out between the two of you. Though Erik wasn't your boyfriend, you knew you would probably say yes if he asked to be. You would be a modern-day Romeo and Juliet...but without all the death.
You and Erik made the 30-minute drive to the movie theater with both of you exuding excitement and nervous jitters. You were going to a midnight showing of a new horror movie that Erik suggested you see. You weren't a horror fan by any means, but Erik seemed really excited about the movie, so you decided to put on a brave face and indulge him.
Erik's car was from the year 1996 and was obviously not equipped with modern technology. So he had a collection of CDs that he made himself, and he had one for every mood and every occasion.
During your drive, he put a CD in that had an array of different rock songs that were all about love. You figured he was trying to set the mood, which you found sweet.
You liked that Erik was showing you that he had a romantic side. The rose, the music, the way he held your hand the entire car ride. You knew he didn't have to do any of these things to get you to fall for him. Truthfully, you've been falling for him since you saw him in the kitchen at his house.
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The movie theater lobby was abuzz with people excited to see the same horror movie you and Erik came to see. The smell of buttered popcorn filled the air along with the chatter of all the movie goers. Erik took you to a corner across from one of the concession stands and gave you your movie ticket.
"I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick, then we can get snacks before the movie starts, okay?" Erik said to you. You replied with a nod, and with that, Erik left you by yourself. It didn't take long for a man in a sports jersey with a bucket of popcorn to come up to you and try to start a conversation.
"Hey Cutie, that's a nice dress" the man complimented you as he looked you up and down and licked his lips. Your anxiety level went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds.
"Thanks" you said timidly, looking off into the direction that Erik walked in and praying he would come back soon.
"You got a name, Sweetheart?" the man asked you as he leaned on the wall with his arm above your head. You looked at him with a fearful look in your eyes while he looked at you with hunger.
"Listen, I-I'm not really interested in" you tried to turn down the man, but he interrupted you as if he already knew you were rejecting him.
"Cmon, now don't be like that. I got all this popcorn here that I wouldn't mind sharing with a pretty little thing like you." You started backing away from the man, but he took a step closer. Suddenly, your view of the man was blocked by the back of Erik's denim jacket.
"Can I help you?" Erik said calmly, stepping in front of you to protect you from the creepy man. "Dude, get out of the way. Can't you see I'm trying to shoot my shot?" the man responded with an irritable tone.
"Ya well, you're trying to shoot your shot with my date, so no, i won't get out of the way" Erik continued with obvious annoyance. The man laughed as he sized up Erik.
"How does a little fucking punk like you pull a girl like that?" the man questioned while gestering to you. Erik laced his fingers with yours, and you instinctively grabbed his bicep with your other hand.
"Because I'm not a prick" Erik spat back. The man looked like he was about to give Erik a piece of his mind, but you tugged on his arm, signaling him to just leave it alone. Erik squeezed your hand as a way of showing you that he's ready to walk away and he took you over to the concession stand, leaving the creepy man in the dust.
After you got your snacks and found your seats in the theater, you began to feel anxious at the thought of seeing a horror movie on a big screen for the first time in your life. You've seen horror movies before, but you haven't seen very many, especially not in theaters. You felt your heart drop into your stomach when the lights dimmed and the movie started.
During the first half of the movie, your heart was beating out of your chest, and you clutched your bag of popcorn like it was your lifeline. If the movie had monsters, aliens, or any creepy creatures, you would have been fine.
You could handle seeing monsters on the screen. You had tons of drawings of them at home. But you were seeing a slasher movie. You found slashers a lot scarier than monsters specifically because it was more realistic. Anyone could be a killer, your best friend, your neighbor, your lover. The possibility of being murdered by a deranged serial killer is way higher than getting abducted by aliens or mauled by a werewolf.
You glanced over at Erik and saw him with a big smile spread across his face, giggling at the gore on screen. Since you were distracted by Erik, you missed the jump scare in the movie, but the theaters surround sound still got you.
You jumped out of your skin, your popcorn jumping out of the bag along with you. Erik turned his head to see you looking petrified beyond belief. His smile dropped, and he had a look of regret on his face for a moment. But then he smirked like he had an idea.
Erik wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in as close as possible. You looked up and your eyes met his instantly. You could feel his breath fanning over your face and you could see every defining shade of blue in his irises. Your heart was racing for a completely different reason now, and you forgot where you were for a moment.
"I got you Peach" he whispered to you in the dim auditorium, his words only meant for your ears. You took a deep breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. Erik gave your shoulder a light squeeze and then turned his attention back to the film.
You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to enjoy Erik's embrace. You zeroed in on the smell of Erik's cologne and the feeling of his shoulder softly rising and falling with every breath. You blocked out the sound of the actors on screen crying out for their lives and being brutally murdered so you could focus on Erik.
You felt him start to massage comforting circles on your shoulder. You opened your eyes momentarily to see him still watching the film intently, but it made your heart feel so full that he was still trying to comfort you through it all.
Erik's initial plan after the movie was to take you to get ice cream, but he didn't take into account that no ice cream place would be open at 2:00am. So you both settled for prepackaged ice cream bars from the nearest gas station and laughed off Erik's flawed planning.
You sat in the car together eating the ice cream bars while one of Erik's CDs played softly in the background. While you enjoyed your frozen treats, you both had conversations about almost everything under the sun. Stories from childhood, goals for the future, likes and dislikes, your biggest fears, literally everything. Erik cracked off the wall jokes, and you both laughed till your ribs hurt. You appreciated his unusual sense of humor. In fact, you found it to be refreshing.
After the ice cream was gone and the laughs died down, you could no longer postpone the inevitable. Erik had to take you home. The ride back to your house was blanketed in a comfortable silence. But Erik didn't miss the way you held onto his hand like if you let go, you would float away.
Erik pulled up in front of your house and hesitantly let go of your hand to put the car in park. You searched his face with your sad eyes, looking for any sign that he didn't want you to go. You found your sign when Erik reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and allowed his hand to linger on your cheek. You placed your hand over his and leaned into his touch, savering the feeling of his calloused palm on your face.
That wave of emotions you were feeling when you saw Erik in the tattoo parlor came crashing over you again, but this time, you didn't shy away from it. You lunged forward and kissed Erik on his cheekbone. When you pulled away, you saw your strawberry lip gloss stamped there on the face of a very stunned Erik.
"I had a good time tonight" you said softly, your voice laced with sweetness. Erik snapped out of his awestruck state and cleared his throat.
"Can I take you out again? Like on another date?" He stammered out, clearly still affected by your sudden kiss. You giggled at how cute he was while flustered, and you made a mental note to make him like that again in the future.
"What, you don't want to take me out with a sledgehammer?" You called back to his previous sarcasm from when he initially asked you out.
"No, because I learned tonight that you don't like slashers" Erik responded with a quick comeback. You rolled your eyes playfully at him, then gathered your things so you could get out of the car.
"Seriously though, do you wanna go out again?" Erik reiterated, his eyes staying glued to you. You offered him a fond grin as you twirled the rose he bought you between your fingers.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you find something of joe's that you shouldn't have seen, and you confront him about what secrets he's keeping from you. wc: 1.8k
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe ferrera (memory of a killer, 2026) x fem!reader
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: typical hitman references, guns, talking about murder, joe gets to be italian-american for all of one sentence fragment, protective!joe? i guess is a good way of describing this lol, if there's any tags you think i missed, let me know so i can add them!
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: sorry my desire to write has been so waning, i've been having like?? issues with WANTING to write, so idk, thought of this as i was watching MOAK and cranked it out in an hour, lol enjoy, follow @babybluebex-writes to be notified when i post a new story! the gif in the header made by @boykavalier (cuz tumblr gif search function is so broken and wouldn't bring anything up ugh, lmk if u don't want me to use it or credit in a different way and i'll fix it)
You weren’t sure if you were hurt, or angry, or heartbroken, or what. Emotions were complicated things, and there definitely was a reason why it had taken you so long to commit to anybody and confront feelings you’d rather keep locked away. You didn’t like feeling like this, and you felt stupid for even doing it. But here you were, sitting on the floor, crying about what you saw on the computer screen. Your hands were shaking with anticipation, your phone still open to your text: joseph anthony ferrera. come home right now. Read twenty minutes ago, no answer. At any second, this fucking liar you called a boyfriend would walk through the front door, and you might vomit from your anxiety at his feet. If he even decided to show up.
The lock on the front door jiggled and clinked, and you sat up as you watched the door open. If you weren’t boiling inside, you would have better appreciated the look he had to him: his clear, smooth skin, his hair all slicked back nice, eyes bright and alert. He didn’t look happy to see you— did he already know what this was about? He shut the door behind him without any words, setting his keys in their normal place on the hook next to the doorframe, and he watched you sniffle on the carpet.
Finally, he frowned and tried to speak. “Sugar—”
“Nuh-uh,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “You fuckin…” You didn’t know what you wanted to say to him first, and you shoved the laptop across the floor towards him. “What the fuck is that?”
Joe tilted his head down at the computer— his computer, the clunky portable laptop his job gave him (his job, right)— and he spoke with an even, low cadence. “What did you see?” he asked.
“Enough,” you replied.
“Like what?” Joe asked. “Something you didn’t wanna see, or something you shouldn’t have seen? ‘Cause there’s a difference, baby.”
“Why don’t you tell me?” From where you sat, you could just see the screen: some sort of satellite map of the city, a few red dots highlighting different people’s locations, including one right where the apartment was, right where you were. That itself wouldn’t have bothered you— maybe they were pinpoints on a map app, so he didn’t have to type in full addresses to get a route?— but then you looked at the other pinpoints. That was what scared you, made you sick with anxiety, made your hands shake. The pinpoints weren’t pinpoints— they were people. Somehow, your gentle, sweet, dishwasher-at-his-uncle’s-restaurant boyfriend had at least half a dozen locations on people, including you, which he had never asked for. You had checked your phone and found no evidence of location-tracking, so you zoomed in as far as you could on the map to try to figure out exactly where your location dot was. You found it, the smallest device, at the bottom of your purse. If you hadn’t been looking for it, you wouldn’t have found it. Joe was tracking you behind your back; therefore, it stood to reason that the other dots on the map were in the same situation. “What the fuck did I find in my purse, Joey? Who are these people?”
Joe’s face remained stoic. He was obviously carefully considering his words, and, finally, he did something. Tugged his leather jacket off and folded it over his arm, and moved to the side towards the coat closet to hang it up properly. “Family,” he said finally. “Want my loved ones’ locations, so I know where everyone is.”
“Oh, really?” you sniffled. “Who’s all the way out in Hudson Valley? You don’t know anyone out there. O-Or, why isn’t there a location at your uncle’s house? Why didn’t you tell me you were tracking me? Don’t fucking lie to me, baby, please.”
“I told you,” Joe repeated. “Locations. So I know where everyone is… Loved ones or not.”
“What?” you asked, and Joe finally moved towards you. He knelt down beside you, watching you intensely, for long enough to make your skin crawl, and you began to shift away from him. He obviously knew what you were about to do before you did it, because his hand reached out and grasped your wrist to keep you right where you were. “Joe, you’re scaring me—”
“Good,” Joe replied. “This should scare you. This should scare you so badly that you leave it alone and never ask about it ever again after the next ten minutes.”
Then, with his free hand, he reached behind him, almost like he was going to untuck his shirt, and you jerked in shock when you saw what he held. You knew nothing even remotely about guns, but he held one now, sleek and black, scratches on certain places to prove he had owned it for a long time and used it frequently. He set it down on the ground between you and him, and he lowered his voice as he spoke to you. “If Uncle Dutch ever asks, you don’t know this,” he said. “Even if it seems like he’s trying to lead you into an admission, you’re clueless. Got it?”
You tried to wrestle your wrist away from Joe, and his grip did loosen on you, but only for long enough for him to grab at your ankle instead of your arm. His thumb soothed down the taut length of your Achilles as he thought hard, and he lifted your foot up to land a gentle kiss on the swell of your ankle bone. “I do work for Dutch,” Joe started. “But I’m not just a dishwasher. I needed… Shaping up. To do something with my life, y’know. Dutch helps head a… What do you wanna call it… A mob. Sort of. We’re an offshoot of the mob that rules Brooklyn. I… Am a hitman.”
You could tell the admission was tearing the skin off of his bones, and it was that obvious feeling that made you believe him. He looked tortured as he confessed to you, avoiding eye contact and soothing the calloused pad of his thumb across the skin of your ankle. “You…” you began, and you swallowed thickly with a tight throat. You could hardly breathe— it felt like your throat was closing up, like an allergic reaction. “No.”
“I have been directly responsible for the death of at least six people,” Joe continued, and your eyes watered as you shook your head. A bad dream. This was a bad dream. After years of searching for a kind, gentle man, you think you find him, only for him to end up being a murderer. Next, your teeth were going to start falling out and you’d remember an exam for a class you never took. That’s the only explanation. “Three of which I’ve pulled the trigger. That trigger.”
“Stop,” you sniffled. “Joey—”
“I’m being trained by a man named Angelo,” Joe continued, disregarding you. “I don’t know what his body count is, but he’s been doing this for twenty years, and I’ve been in it for a few months. It never bothers me, or it hasn’t yet, and that… Scares me.” Joe sighed heavily, and a crease appeared between his eyebrows. He was thinking.
It suddenly hit you that, as much as Joe was telling you this for the first time, he was telling it to himself as well. He was admitting to something he had never spoken out loud before, and you could see the weight of his confession in his face. Carefully, you reached out towards him to cup his cheek, and he gratefully leaned into your warm touch. “I tried to go to a church,” he whispered. “Confession, y’know, the whole thing. The priest told me to say a couple Hail Marys and all that, but it doesn’t feel good. Doesn’t feel like enough, but of course, I can’t say exactly what I did wrong, so I can’t even find absolution… But I don’t need it. I’m not trying to make myself feel better, ‘cause I don’t feel bad at all; I think I’m trying to convince myself I feel bad by going through the motions, but…”
“Baby,” you whimpered, and Joe finally raised his pretty slate-colored eyes to you. The skin around his eyes were all red, his mouth screwed up as he tried not to cry.
“I have locations for… A few people,” Joe told you. “Some targets Dutch needs me and Angelo to take care of. Dutch. Angelo. And you. I need to be sure of where you are at all times, even if you’re just at home. If anyone were to… Come for you… Payback on me or whatever, I’d never forgive myself. The people I hurt, whatever, but if you got hurt… Jesus.”
Finally, at that, the notion that what he was doing could hurt you, he broke down. He hung his head and squinted his eyes shut, and you crawled towards him to cradle his head to your chest. Your stomach burned with how bad this was, this went against every moral you had ever had drilled into you, but you loved Joe, and love toppled morals. You knew it shouldn’t, but the aching pain in your heart won out. You hated to see him upset on a good day, even slightly miffed about things, but this just proved to you how much you loved him. “Joey,” you whispered, pressing a fluttering kiss to his wrinkled eyebrows. “Baby, take a deep breath, you’re gonna hyperventilate.”
“You shouldn’t be okay with this!” Joe shouted. “You should be… I don’t know. I don’t know! Anything but coddling me! What’s wrong with you?”
“Whatever’s wrong with me is also wrong with you,” you told him. “We’re both fucked up. But it’s fucked up to keep this a secret from me. What if someone had come for retaliation and taken me? I would have no idea what’s going on. You trying to protect me would have put me at a disadvantage. Joey, I love you to death, but keeping this secret from me is what’s fucked up.”
“I’m sorry,” Joe whispered. “I shouldn’t have lied to you, I-I just thought… The less you knew, the better, yeah?”
“And putting the tracker in my purse doesn’t make a lot of sense if I’m kidnapped,” you continued. Your hands continued to shake as you held him, but Joe’s arms went tight around your middle, and you knew that you could never let go. Even after you got up and wiped your face, you would never be letting go of Joe. “It needs to be on my person. A necklace or something. Y’know?”
“Yeah,” Joe sniffled. “You make a good point.”
“Hey,” you whispered, and you angled his face to look at you. A lock of his pretty, dark hair fell out of its perfect style, and you lovingly pushed it out of his eyes as you landed a soft kiss on his forehead. Your cheeks and lips were still wet with your tears, and you added, “No more secrets. Okay? No more fucking secrets. Secrets will get you killed.”
I need someone to gif Joe in ep 4, but a very specific thing.
It's during the first time you see him in the ep, he walks away from a conversation with Angelo and all he does is this little what i'ma call a "fairy wave" with his fingers.
Idk what it is, but I think it was so funny.
I would gif it myself, but I can't find a way to screen record the hulu.
If someone could help me great, but if not and they can gif it I will give you my soul
Pairing: John Murphy x Fem!Reader with Some JasperxFem!Reader
Summary: You get sent down to the earth with 100 delinquents and life turns to absolute shit.
Note: Though John Murphy is the end game love interest, season one is mostly the reader being in love with Jasper.
Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: Blood, Bad Medical Talk (Because I am no good at medical terminology), Guns, Killing of an animal (it was attacking them though)
Saudade (n.) A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains"
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Nothing looked familiar to you. The trees and bushes all seemed to blend together as you follow behind Monty, you mind still thinking about Jasper. Were you closer to camp? Were you miles away from it?
Cheering and shouts were the only indicator of life nearby.
"Wells!" Clarke shouted, moving through the trees. "Let him go!"
Once you were able to see you could see Wells holding Murphy in a headlock, a knife pressed to his throat. What had happened while you were all gone?
Wells shoved Murphy to the ground and Murphy quickly bounced back, charging at Wells. Bellamy was quick to step in, grabbing Murphy to try and stop his attack. You continued to stand at the top of a hill while Monty helped Octavia down, her brother rushing over to her.
"Where's the food?" Bellamy looked to Clarke for answers.
"We didn't make it to Mount Weather." Finn answered instead, sitting on a nearby rock.
"Well, what the hell happened?" Bellamy demanded.
They continued to talk, trying to figure out what happened, when you decided to join them. You could feel eyes on you, not just some of the onlookers, but familiar eyes. Glancing around you find Murphy looking straight at you, his blue eyes seeming to scan over your figure. It didn't seem like the lingering looks that most men gave you, it was more of looking at you for injuries though you weren't sure why he would care.
"Where is the kid with the goggles?" Wells mentioning Jasper pulled you away from Murphy.
"Jasper was hit. Whoever attacked us took him. We need to go after him." You voice, looking around and mentally thinking about who was a good choice to take with you.
"Go after him?" Murphy scoffed. "When you don't even know what is out there?"
Your eyes snap back towards him, anger simmering in your blood. Who was this guy? One second, he seemed to be kind, remembering how he had stopped you from falling the other day, and then he seemed to want to get under your skin.
Before you could think of the consequences, you stalk towards him. "Listen here-"
Wells, seemingly wanting to keep peace, shot his arm out in front of you to stop you before you could go any further. Murphy just stood there with a smirk on his face. "Trust me. He isn't worth it."
You shove Wells off of you. "I don't need your advice." With one last glare at Murphy, you walked away, wanting to see if the ship had any weapons or something to help you get Jasper back. You could hear Clarke behind you, but you didn't care what she was saying.
Inside the ship was dark, a few lights scattered around. Seemed that while you were gone the rest of them raided the ship of resources and considering you hadn't seen any of them with weapons, more like DIY ones like the knife Wells was holding to Murphy's throat, they hadn't found any viable weapons.
Murphy.
Just the thought of him conflicted you.
He had felt so familiar on the ship before you landed and now all you wanted to do was bash his smug face in.
You continued to search the ship when Monty and Clarke joined you. "I haven't found much that could be useful."
Clarke just shook her head and climbed up the ladder to the second floor. You looked towards Monty confused.
"Turns out they have been taking off their wristbands. We may have a hard time contacting the Ark." He explained. "Come on let's try to gather what we can to help Jasper."
That explained Clarke's sour mood, but like you had told both of them there wasn't much on this ship. The Ark really had sent you all down here to die.
Ten minutes past, sometime during that you had noticed Wells come in and go up the ladder after Clarke, but you still hadn't found much. Maybe a few seat belts to help hold things.
"You." You looked back to see Clarke climbing down the ladder, a pack on her back and Wells following her.
"You came back for reinforcements. I'm going to help." Wells seemed determine to come with and while that was the last thing you wanted, he was the only one seeming to be volunteering to help.
"Clarke." Monty stood from beside you. "He's right, we need him. So far no one else has volunteered."
"I hate to admit it, but Monty is right." You agreed.
Clarke looked to Monty, a set determination yet sorrow in her eyes. "I'm sorry Monty, but you aren't going either."
"The hell I'm not." Monty stepped towards her. "Jasper is one of my best friends."
"He would go after Monty, Clarke." You stood beside Monty, knowing how much Jasper meant to the both of you. "He is going."
Clarke just shook her head. "He was raised by Farm Station and recruited by Engineering."
"What is your point?" You ask.
"He's too important. Food and communication is what we need right now if we want to survive." She reached forward, tapping her fingers on the side of his forehead. "What is up here will save us all. You focus on contacting the Ark and we will get Jasper back."
Once again you hated how much sense Clarke was making because she had a point. Monty was the only solution to contacting the Ark and getting help. You lay your hand on Monty's arm.
Clarke turned around to leave when Finn walked in. "Hey, you ready to go?"
Finn's brows furrowed, looking at Clarke and then to you and Monty. "I'm not going and neither should any of you. That spear was thrown with pin point accuracy from 300 feet away."
"So what?" You voice. "We let Jasper die?"
"That's not going to happen." Clarke looked back at you and then to Finn with disappointment. "Space walker? What a joke. You think you're an adventurer, but you're really just a coward."
"It's not an adventure, Clarke." He tried to stop her. "It's a suicide mission."
Clarke shook her head and gathered up her bag before leaving the tent.
You hug Monty tight. "I will bring him back."
"You better come back too." He said, returning your hug.
Nodding, you released Monty and turned towards the entrance where Finn still stood. "Jasper would go after you in a heartbeat. I want you to remember that." And you left him with that, following Clarke, Wells on your heels.
Once outside you could see Clarke walking in the direction of a small group of people, quickly rushing after her and the closer you got to the group you could see it was Bellamy and his goons with Octavia. Which also meant Murphy.
"You could have been killed out there." You could hear Bellamy's harsh brotherly tone as he bandaged up Octavia's leg.
"And she would have if Jasper hadn't jumped in to save her." You sent a glare towards Murphy who just stood there watching you.
"You guys leaving?" Octavia tried to stand. "I'm coming with you."
"No you're not. Not again." Bellamy told her firmly.
"He's right." Clarke agreed, looking only at Bellamy. "Your leg would just slow us down. I'm here for you."
"Clarke what are you doing?" Wells was just as surprised as you were.
Clarke completely ignored him, focused on Bellamy. "I hear you have a gun."
Now you could see why Clarke wanted Bellamy to come with. Any weapon would be helpful against the threat of whatever was out there. Bellamy lifted his shirt a little, revealing the gun tucked into his waistband.
"Good. Follow me." Clarke started to walk away from them, but Bellamy stopped her.
"And why would I do that?" Bellamy turned to face her fully.
"Because you want them," Clarke gestured to the camp with her head, "to follow you. And right now they think only one of us is scared."
Leaving Bellamy with that thought, Clarke started towards the forest. You really admired her cunning manipulation to Bellamy's pride. All you could do was shrug when Bellamy looked your way before following Clarke.
"Smart idea bringing gun man." You comment.
She smiled, opening her mouth to say something back when Wells came rushing up behind her. "Those guys aren't just bullies, Clarke. They're criminals."
Her face quickly set into a hard line. It was obvious even to you that she didn't like having Wells around. You wondered what happened between them for a second before you realize he said 'those guys' as in multiple and not just Bellamy.
You turned back to see Bellamy coming down the path with Murphy following behind him like a puppy. They seemed to be saying something you couldn't hear, but the smile on Murphy's face when he noticed you were looking at him didn't sit well in your gut.
"Why is he coming?" You hiss and Clarke looked back. "He didn't want to go after Jasper in the first place."
"The more people the better." Clarke turned back to the path in front of her.
You wanted to disagree with her, say that a fucking rock would be better than Murphy, but once again you knew she was right. You just hated that she made so much sense. If he had to come then you were going to make sure you stayed as far away from him as possible.
Though life seemed to have different plans.
"Hey wait up!" Bellamy called, rushing through the bushes waiving the gun in his hand and Murphy on his heels. "What's the rush? You don't survive a spear though the heart."
You jump back from Bellamy, eyes wide. "What the fuck?! Put the gun away!"
Murphy rushed up to defend Bellamy, placing himself between you and him. "Why don't you do something about it?"
"The fuck is your problem?!" You glare at him, but he seemed to only smirk in response, seemingly finding your anger amusing.
Clarke called your name, trying to settle you down, before looking to Bellamy. "Jasper screamed when they took him. If the spear struck his heart he would have died instantly."
"We don't have time to waste." You said continuing to glare at Murphy who seemed just amused, if not more than the first time.
Bellamy snatched Clarke's wrist, pulling it towards him. "Well as soon as she takes this wrist band off." He glanced at you. "We can go."
Clarke scoffed, snatching her wrist away from him and squaring up. "The only way the Ark is going to think I am dead is if I'm dead. Got it?"
Bellamy smirked, his eyes going back to Clarke. "Brave Princess." Bellamy turned back to you. "And what about you, Songbird?"
"Why don't you get your own nicknames?" Finn came out from the bushes, chest puffed and irritated. "You call this a rescue party? We need to spread out, cover more ground. Clarke come with me."
He continued walking, taking Clarke with him and leaving you behind with the others.
"He's right. Let's go." You huff, turning away from Murphy to follow. Though you had no idea where you were going, you knew you had to get away from him before you clocked him in the jaw.
Hours past and nothing but woods could still be seen. How far had you gotten? And were you any closer to Jasper? You prayed you were.
"Hey." Murphy called from behind you, but when you didn't turn or react to him, he sped up to walk beside you. "So what's the deal with you and this guy? You seem so hellbent on finding him."
You continued to ignore him, opting to try and walk faster, but the exhaustion of the hike seemed to be kicking in because you couldn't get away from him.
"Look I am just trying to make some conversation here." He tried again.
"Not that it's any of your business," You huff, "but Jasper happens to be one of my only friends."
"And the other is that Monty kid right?"
"Yeah. Jasper and Monty are all I've ever known. They are my only friends. Wouldn't you do anything to rescue your friends?" You turned you head just quick enough to catch a flash of sadness across Murphy's features, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Was he upset? Why would he be? Maybe he didn't have any friends of his own, but he seemed to close to Bellamy that he had to be his friend, right? You brushed off the thought. "Anyway, why are you suddenly asking me things?"
"Like I said just trying to start a conversation." Murphy shrugged.
"Yeah whatever I don't believe you." You roll your eyes at him, though you were certain he couldn't see it.
Rustling of bushes nearby stopped the conversation short, both of you tensing up in case of an attack. Thankfully it was just Clarke and Finn, their clothes and hair soaking wet for some reason, but what you focused on was the pair of goggles in her hand. You quickly stepped forward, taking them as Clarke handed them to you and clutching them to your chest. "Did you find him?""
"No, but we believe we are close. There was fresh blood on the rocks." Finn answered instead.
Your heart dropped at the mention of blood and you just prayed that meant that Jasper would still be alive rather than dead.
"Come on." Clarke motioned, "Let's go."
You nod, putting Jaspers goggles over your head and around your neck and shove past Murphy to follow the others.
You all met up with Bellamy and Wells, telling them what the others had found and went on your way, following Finn out of the forest and down to the river banks. As you looked around you noticed that everything looked the same to you, unsure as to how Finn was able to tell where you were going. Ten minutes had passed and nothing looked even remotely different to you.
"Hey how do we know this is the right way?" Murphy called, seemingly sharing your feelings.
"We don't." Bellamy responded. "Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker."
"It's called 'cutting sign'." Wells looked around then to Bellamy. "Fourth year Earth Skills, he's good."
Finn turned to look at them, an agitated look on his face. "Wanna keep it down or should I paint a target on your back?"
You rolled your eyes, looking around to see if maybe something would jump out at your, but nothing did. Maybe you should have payed more attention to Earth Skills. A sudden moan brought you back, head whipping around. Because to you it sounded like Jasper.
"What the hell was that?" Murphy tensed by your side.
"Now would be a good time to take out that gun." Clarke rose from the ground, glancing towards Bellamy before taking off in the direction of the sound, you following behind praying that it was Jasper. Praying that you had finally found him.
You push through the bushes until you could see a small clearing ahead of you. Coming into view was a tall tree, its branches twisting and moss covering it. You let out a horrified gasp as your suspicions proved correct.
Jasper was in the center of the tree, his shirt had been removed and his arms high above his head were tied to one of the branches. From what you could see he was bleeding badly, cuts along his torso and blood on his face. He looked in agonizing pain.
"Jasper!" You cried, pushing past everyone and rushing across the field to get to him.
You could vaguely hear someone shout behind you, but your focus was solely on Jasper. You had to get him down. Had to make sure he was okay.
Before you could reach him though, the earth gave way beneath you. You cried out, reaching and grasping for whatever you could to stop the fall. Murphy grabbed onto your arm before you could plunge into the spike pit below.
Your heart hammered in your ears as you looked up at him, a look of genuine fear on his face that you hadn't seen before in the few hours you had known him. The group shouted and rushed to his side, grabbing your arm to help haul you out of the put. Murphy kept his hand firmly grasped on your arm even as the others moved away. As much as you hated how he was acting earlier, his grip on your arm grounded you. Felt comforting at this moment.
"You okay?" Murphy asked, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Yeah…" You breathe and glance down at where his hand still clasps on your arm. "Thank you."
Clarke looked around, trying to find a way around the pit. "We need to get him down."
"I'll climb up there and cut the vines." Finn offered.
Wells nodded, readying himself. "Yeah I'll come with you."
"No." Finn stopped him, eyeing Bellamy and Murphy like they were going to do something. "Stay here and watch him. You." He nodded towards Murphy. "Come with me."
Murphy looked at you, hesitant. You nodded and smile to try and reassure him. A very different attitude you had towards him than earlier in the day, but it seemed to work as he let go of your arm and stood to follow Finn to the tree.
"There is a poultice on his wound." Clarke pointed out.
"A what?" You question.
"Medicine." Wells clarified for you. "But why would they save his life just to string him up like live bait?"
"Maybe what they're trying to catch likes it's dinner breathing." Bellamy deadpans.
"Maybe what they are trying to catch is us." Finn looked away from the tree to the group with a worried expression.
You sigh, looking up towards the sky. "Both a comforting thought guys."
Ten minutes had passed and the sun was beating down on your group. Jasper was still tied to the tree, but slowly Finn and Murphy were getting him loose.
"Hurry up Murphy." You could hear Finn from your spot on the ground.
"Please be careful." You call up to them as they continue to cut loose the binds on Jasper. God seeing him strung up like that hurt your heart and you swore that once they got him down you were going to make sure he pulled through this.
A rustle of leaves catches your attention, bolting up from the ground to look around.
"What the hell was that?" Murphy sounded panicked from his spot on high ground.
"Grounders?" Bellamy offered as an answer, though you were hoping he was wrong.
Your group fell into silence, listening to your surroundings and the rustling that came closer and closer until a large cat like animal peered from behind a bush, the light catching on it's black fur and lean features. Even from where you were standing you could see it's golden eyes narrowing on your group, sizing each of you up as if you were it's next meal and you very well could be if you didn't act fast.
The animal lunged, its legs propelling it forward at a speed you had never seen before, letting out a terrifying roar. You stumble backwards, a screaming working its way up your throat, but never finding the light of day. All you could do was watch helplessly as the creature directed itself straight at Clarke.
"B Bellamy!" She stammered out. "Gun!"
You could see Bellamy out of the corner of your eye searching for his gun, but not seemingly able to find it. Where did it go? That was part of the reason you had brought him along!
Two shots rang out, one after the other, and the creature yelped, seemingly wounded but not down, dispreading into the low lining bushes. You whipped your head to see Wells holding Bellamy's gun, his eyes wide with shock, his hand stretching out to protect Clarke.
There was no time to think about how Wells had gotten Bellamy's gun away from him when the creature circled around in the bushes pounced out, its teeth bared at Bellamy. He flinched but the creature's body flung to the side, being hit by another round of bullets from the gun.
The creature writhed for a few seconds before drawing its last breath at Bellamy's feet. You watch as Wells continued to pull the trigger, the clink clink sound indicating that there were no more bullets left before he dropped it on the ground.
"Let's hurry and get out of here." Bellamy swallowed, his eyes not leaving the creature.
And for once you couldn't agree with Bellamy more.
It took another 15 minutes before Finn and Murphy could get Jasper down from the tree. His moaning and groaning breaking your heart.
"What do you mean you are going to use the tarp for the animal?!" You turn your head to see Clarke squaring up with Bellamy. "We need that for Jasper."
"And I need to feed the camp. There is no way we can carry it back. He on the other hand is easy to carry." Bellamy didn't even spare a glance towards Jasper. Your jaw ticked at the thought of him dismissing your friend like that, but at the moment you didn't care. All you knew is that you needed to get Jasper back to camp.
"Clarke." You hold Jasper up the best you could. "Don't worry about them. We need to get Jasper back."
Clarke turned to look at you, her eyes still holding anger, but you knew it wasn't towards you. It was towards Bellamy.
Finn came to your side, taking Jasper's other arm and placing it over his shoulder. "Songbird is right, Clarke. We need to get him back so we can help him."
You could see Clarke hesitating, but in the end she agreed that you and Finn were right. Though she did send one last disapproving glare towards Bellamy before coming to check on Jasper.
"Murphy. Come help me." You heard Bellamy call out to Murphy.
Clarke examined Jasper some more and her head popped up, looking at Wells. "We are going to have to carry him. You and Finn are the strongest, besides Bellamy." She then turned to you. "We will lead the way, okay?"
You nod, your eyes glancing towards Bellamy and Murphy to see them placing the creature inside the tarp. You didn't know why you were watching Murphy, maybe it was due to his surprising bit of kindness he showed you, but you were. His blue eyes focused on the creature, getting it into the tarp, his lips pressed into a thin line as he concentrated. He really was very attractive.
Jasper groaned loudly, pulling you out of your thoughts.
It didn't matter right now if you found Murphy attractive or not, you had to get Jasper back to camp. You refocused your attention back to Clarke before heading back into the direction of camp or what you prayed was the direction of camp.
Day turned into night quicker than you anticipated. You were hoping to get back before dark, but Finn and Wells had to take alternate routes so that they didn't jostle Jasper around so much.
Up ahead you could see the faintest glow of a fire, relief flooding though you at the sight of camp.
"Their back!" One of the scouts shouted.
Cheers rang from all around as your group finally cleared the trees and made it into camp. Clarke led the way to the ship where Monty was standing, his eyes looking past her to Jasper.
You could tell what he was feeling just by the single look because it was the same look you knew you had when you first saw Jasper too. You rushed past Wells and Finn to give Monty a tight hug.
"Is he?" He questioned, too scared to ask the question fully.
"He's in pretty bad shape, but he's alive." You assure him, pulling back just a little to see them carry Jasper closer.
"I need boiled water and strips of cloth for bandage." Clarke demanded and you went to get the cloth while Monty went for the water.
Once you found the cloth, you went to the top level of the ship to see Jasper laying there on the cold ground, his eyes shut and breathing labored. "Here…" You whispered, shell shocked as you handed Clarke the cloth. Jasper looked bad before, but for some reason it hit you harder seeing him now.
Clarke dipped the cloth into the water that Monty had brought and handed it back to you. "Wipe his face." She said before going to do something else.
You didn't say anything as you moved to Jasper's side, gently cleaning his face from the blood and dirt that had caked onto his skin, his groaning an arrow to your own heart. No matter how many times you hear it, it was still as shattering as the last. All you could think about while Clarke tended to him was your time together on the Ark. Playing games, listening to Monty and Jasper's terrible jokes, singing for them.
"Jasper is a strong guy." Clark spoke, bringing you back to reality. "He is stabilizing and he will pull through. Though he seemed to have passed out from the pain, but that is normal. Just keep an eye on his breathing and let me know if he wakes."
You breathe out a laugh. Of course she could tell you were feeling uneasy. She seemed very preceptive of the people around you, unlike you who got tunnel vision. But who could blame you when your best friend was on the brink of death?
"Thank you." Was all you could say as Clarke stood and offered you a comforting smile before leaving the two of you alone. You could hear some form of commotion outside, most likely people excited to finally eat. Your stomach growled at the thought of food, but you didn't dare move. Just continued to tend Jasper until he was finally clean from the dirt and blood.
"Turns out they are taking their wristbands off for food." You turned as Monty climbed the ladder. You eyed his wrist to see that he had traded his wristband for food. "Are you?"
You shake your head. For as hungry as you were, you thought of your mother. "I don't know who they told about their 'secret earth' mission, but what Clarke said earlier is sticking with me. If they think I am dead and tell my mom, then she believes she lost the only family she has. I can't do that to her."
Monty nodded, respecting your decision. "How's he holding up?" He came to sit beside you. "He looks clean. Good job."
"Thanks…" You pause, looking at the cloth still in your hand. "Clarke said he was stable and that he seemed to have finally passed out from the pain, but just to keep an eye on him and his breathing."
"You aren't leaving his side are you." Monty said more as a statement than a question, knowing your answer already. "I'm going to go gather something to sleep on and I'll join you."
"Thank you." You said as Monty took his leave. You look at Jasper and brushed his hair back. "You are going to make it though this or I swear to God I will bring you back just to kick your ass."
"Pretty bold claim." A voice behind you sounded. You turned around to see Murphy climbing up the ladder, a stick of cooked meat in his hand. "How is goggles holding up?"
"Jasper." You snapped and looked back towards your friend. "He has a name." You sigh. At least he was asking. You lightened your tone a little by the next time you opened your mouth and told him what Clarke told you, what you had told Monty. "Thanks for asking."
You could hear Murphy shuffle his foot against the metal ground, almost as if he was feeling awkward. It felt unnatural coming from him considering his attitude the past few days. You wondered why he had even come up here in the first place. It wasn't just to ask about Jasper, considering he had a stick of meat in his hand.
"Right…" He trailed off. Your stomach growled at the smell of the food he was holding. "Brought you some food. Figured you would want to eat, but first we have to get that thing off your wrist. Rules and stuff."
Rules? Since when did a bunch of criminals abide by rules? The thought amused you, but you stood strong in your decision. No matter how loudly your stomach continued to growl. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm keeping mine. Think it brings out my eyes."
"What?" Murphy sounded surprised. "Keeping it? For what reason? You are obviously hungry." And now he sounded angry.
"Why does it matter? It is my decision. You retorted.
You could hear Murphy mumble something under his breath, but you couldn't make out anything other than the word 'stubborn' before he seemed to come closer to you. "Don't let Bellamy know."
You turn your head to see him holding out the stick of meat towards you. Confused you slowly took the stick from him, just in case he was trying to trick you, but he didn't. In fact he wasn't even looking at you.
Before you could ask him anything, Murphy left as quickly as he came.
You were sure that man was going to give you whiplash, a complete ass to you one moment and the seeming to be kind the next. Was he trying to get on your good side after being an ass? Trying to make amends?
Your stomach growled even more now that you had the food in your hand, mouth watering. You sink your teeth into the meat. No seasoning, just a little smoked from the fire it roasted over, but right now it was the best thing you had ever eaten. It didn't take you long to gobble the whole thing, your stomach thanking you for the meal.
A few minutes later Monty came back with some sleeping bags to lay on. He handed one to you, his eyes going to the stick you had placed beside you but he thankfully didn't say anything and just went to set up in the corner of the small space while you laid yours down next to Jasper, taking his hand into yours. Normally holding Jasper's hand would make your heart pound in your ears out of sheer nervousness, but right now it was pounding for a different reason.
You couldn't stop thinking about Murphy and wondering what he was like. He continued to plague your thoughts even as you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.
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