#campbell eliot one shot

[imaginefan]

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Campbell Eliot X Reader

Word Count: 738

Request: Anon

Request: I know this isn't much of a plot but Campbell always taking food off of your plate, and biting into your sandwich. Each time he does it you just give up and give him your food since you don't want his germs. Lol I don't know something cute but odd but she likes the attention in a way since she likes him.

The first time that you met Campbell he leaned over your shoulder to take a crisp out of the packet that you were holding, you looked behind you to see who it was "thanks." He winked before popping the crisp in his mouth and walking away. You weren't sure if he actually knew who you were, you were one of those people who kept to themselves, you didn't make waves or scream and shout, at least not at people that you didn't know. If he did know who you were you had no idea how.

The second time that you met him, he sat across the table from you, you were sitting there doing homework and eating Haribos, Campbell reached over and took one of the jelly sweets from the packet putting it ni his mouth as he leaned over the table "what are you doing?" He asked. "Homework." You answered. "Oh, your one of those." He smirked, "What does that mean?" You asked. "You're a good girl." He smirked. "Do you need something or are you here to irritate me and steal my food?" You asked. "Are you offering sweetheart?" He asked, you didn't actually answer and he smirked before getting up and taking one more sweet. "The third one is 35, not 37." He said softly before disappearing from view.

You actually tried changing the place that you sat after the second encounter but that didn't work either "Are you hiding from me, sweetheart?" Campbell asked, he had leaned down so that his mouth was near your ear, he reached over your shoulder and took a square of the chocolate on the table next to your book. "My life doesn't revolve around you, especially since I don't even know your name." You answered. You did, everyone knew Campbell's name but he hadn't officially introduced himself to you so you were going to pretend. "You expect me to believe that you don't know who I am?" He asked, you just looked at him and he smirked: "you're more than a good girl who hides behind her books aren't you (Y/N)?" "How do you know my name?" You asked. "We share a lot of classes." He answered, "I figured that you never noticed." "We do?" You asked. "My name is Campbell, sweetheart." He winked as he leaned over and took another square of chocolate and you rolled your eyes before sliding the bar towards him. "Just take it I don't want your germs." You muttered as you continued with your work, he shrugged before taking the chocolate and leaving. "Thanks." He said before disappearing.

This became normal, you would be sitting alone, studying or doing some kind of homework and Campbell would appear out of nowhere to take something that you were eating, then you would give him whatever he had decided to take a bite out of, and he loved every moment of it and honestly so did you. Campbell noticed you sitting at the table scribbling fiercely at your notebook, your sandwich on the table next to you, he walked over and took the seat next to you "you seem angry today." He mumbled as he took half of the sandwich that you were eating out of your hand to take a bite. "I'm not angry, I just can't get this right." You mumbled he looked at the numerous attempts at the question on your page. "Maybe it would help if you actually carried the 1." He smirked and you looked down at your working out eyes widening before redoing the calculation and getting the correct answer. "What would you do without me?" "Not starve." You answered, taking half of your sandwich that was still in the box and eating it. "You aren't starving." He nudged you, "I always make sure that you eat something." "Yeah, yeah why do you want my food anyway?" You asked. "Just have fun messing with you." He shrugged as he finished off the slice in his hand. "Don't you have someone else to mess with?" You asked. "You're the only one for me sweetheart." He winked before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple, you groan as you attempt to wipe it off but he smacks your hand away and stands up "see you later." You watched him walk away and rolled your eyes but you couldn't ignore the warm feeling in your chest as his admittance.

Requests and general question!

[chillassimagines]

Simon Says - Campbell Eliot Smut

When you can could you pretty please make a smut of Campbell and reader playing the game of something similar to Simon says? Where the two are pleasuring themselves and they can't take the suspense anymore and they start to please the other.

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“I’m not playing that, that’s literally the stupidest shit to be doing right now.” Campbell scoffed and shook his head at you. Being a day off from responsibilities, you wanted to have some fun.

“I bet you’d play if…we drank?” You pulled out two bottles of liquor from your bag that you brought over to his house. His eyes widened for a second, but then a grin crossed his mouth.

“I’m sure one game wouldn’t hurt.” He hummed mischievously, joining you to sit on his bed. You kicked your bag off of the bed and handed him a bottle.

“I’ll go first…Simon Says…smile.” His face immediately dropped making you laugh. “C’mon Campbell! Simon Says smile!” You giggled as he shook his head once more and gave a half assed smile. “Simon Says hold up your left pinky.”

“This is so dumb.” He held up his left pinky and maintained his smile.

“You can stop smiling.” He stopped immediately making you point at him. “Simon didn’t say.” You sang, wagging your finger at him.

“Oh noo.” He said sarcastically, popping the lid off and taking a large drink from the bottle. You popped off your lid and took a swig just for fun.

“Woo! Alright, your turn, baby.” You said eagerly, but of course he didn’t match your energy.

“Well, Simon Says…” He stared off into thought for a few moments. “Stick your tongue out.” You raised a curious brow, but obliged to the order. “Simon Says, waterfall the drink into your mouth.”

“Funny.” You said and proceeded to follow the next order, and put your tongue back out after you swallowed.

“Simon Says you can stop sticking out your tongue.” You follow. He hummed for a second, thinking again. “Simon Says, give me a kiss.” His devilish smirk drew you in every time.

“This game isn’t too bad.” You teased before leaning forward to give him his kiss. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a bit longer than planned.

“Simon Says…take another drink with me.” He whispered against your lips. You rolled your eyes.

“Every other command is a drink or something, Campbell?” He raised the bottle to clink against yours.

“No, but I’ve gotta have a little fun. And you don’t have to do it on your own, see?” Campbell waved the bottle in front of your face before downing some more. You took a deep breath out and inhaled in your next drink.

“Next time, I’ll remember a chaser.” You pursed your lips together, feeling the tingle of the alcohol on them.

“Simon Says, turn around.” You got onto your knees, spun around facing away from him on the bed sitting on your butt again. “You up for one more?” He questioned, making you sigh.

“Guess i brought it to use.” You lifted the bottle up in faux cheers, not facing him still.

“Simon Says, we’ll take one last shot together.” You take the last swig like a champ and cap the bottle, putting it on the side table.

“I’ll probably be a little tipsy, I can’t lie.” You laughed at yourself, knowing you didn’t drink as much as others did.

“Simon Says…lean your head to the left side.” You silently do as he says. “To the right.” You refuse to move, grinning at your attentive skills. He laughs softly. “Tough cookie.”

“I’m a pro at this, baby. It’s not hard to follow directions.” You initiated a slight teasing jab at your boyfriend. He hissed teasingly.

“Ooo, the pain.” You felt the weight on the bed begin to shift closer to your back. “Since you’re so good at following directions…Simon Says, take off your top.” Your jaw dropped, not believing what he said. You originally thought you two would be laughing and doing dumb stuff the whole time.

“Campbell-“

“Simon Says…right?” His breath fanned your ear, making you shudder internally. You followed his order and lifted your top from your torso, your head returning to its lean. You heard his hum of appreciation, whether it was for your obedience or the view you weren’t sure.

“Next?” You asked, more quiet than you’d spoken previously.

“Take off your bra.” He whispered again, but your hands didn’t move an inch. He let out another hum. “Yeah, you’re right, it’s more fun if I do it anyways.” He proceeded to unclip your bra and gently push it down your arms, flinging it across the room. Your breathing was trying to pick up, but you didn’t want it to be obvious with your now bare chest.

“I am good.” You tried to act cocky, but it came out a bit weak. He pressed his lips softly against your shoulder.

“You are…very good.” You bit your lip, knowing this was going to take a turn. “Simon Says, take off these shorts and spread your legs.” You gingerly slid the shorts off your body and hesitate a moment before spreading as instructed. “You good?”

“Very.” You chirped in response, feeling so exposed while Campbell was most likely clothes still.

“Simon Says, touch those pretty nipples for me.” He leaves another kiss on your neck, waiting to remove his lips until your fingers began to trace where he instructed. “Simon Says, stick that tongue out again.” You followed instructions, not stopping your ministrations, goosebumps rising.

His mouth started sucking on your neck, at just the spot that made you shiver under him. You felt an odd sensation traveling down between your breasts. You looked down to see it was a trail of saliva, now rushing past your navel.

“Kiss me baby.” He purred against your skin, but you only let out a small moan in response feeling the liquid reach your core. He laughed and nuzzled his cheek against yours, his lips kissing the corner of your mouth where your tongue was still out. “Simon Says, slide your fingers on your tongue.” You could hear his belt becoming undone, making you want to turn around, but you followed his orders, one hand still pulling on your nipple.

He let you salivate on your fingers for a bit, probably enjoying peering down at you.

“Simon Says you can take those fingers, close that mouth, and touch where you need it.” You didn’t hesitate to bring them down to your hot center. You ran your fingers through your slit, basking in the bliss.

“Baby.” You moaned, arching your back slightly. He hummed into your neck, maybe with a bit too much pleasure in his tone. He was loving this.

“Yeah, Simon’s gonna enjoy this with you, baby. Simon Says lean your head back and put them fingers inside.”

Your fingers shook as you pressed two up inside of yourself, crying out and leaning your head back to touch his chest. His lustful eyes peering down on you, and you realized he got rid of his shirt.

“Imagine it’s me baby…giving you every single push inside. Hitting those spots that make those pretty toes curl…ah, ah! Just like that.” You could hear the shuffling of his hand wrapped around himself, pushing himself into bliss.

“Ooo, Campbell!” You struck yourself in that sweet spot, basking in the toe curling moment. “I wan’ more.” You begged in a hushed tone.

“Simon Says lay back and let me see you do it.” You were in a hurry to lay on your back and resume your actions, wanting nothing more than his body weight on top of you.

“Please.” You whimpered, your fingers speeding up to help chase your high. Your eyes dropped to his hand, rushing up and down his member.

“Simon Says, stop everything.” You whimpered and threw your hands on either side of yourself.

“C’mon c’mon!” Your thigh shook with anticipation, while he continued to give you a show.

“If you hadn’t been so…good, I might have just kept you like this. My own little painting…” He began to line himself up with your entrance, tracing up and down your clit.

“I’m so good, Campbell, for you.” You spoke quickly, hoping he would get a move on.

“Should Simon make you work just a little harder?” He whispered, leaning back down to your ear. You whimpered and shook your head, your hips following his movements.

“Uh-uh, no please don’t! I’ve been so good, baby.” You begged, wanting this orgasm so bad, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Simon Says, let me hear you beg.” He said, sliding inside of your warmth shaking slightly. You mewled out probably one of the most pornographic sounds, but it was great.

“Please baby, I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you say, you know it.” He began his pace slowly, dipping in and slowly pulling away a bit.

“Simon Says, beg…harder.” He emphasized, picking it up a bit. You yelped at the sudden pleasure of the pace and cooed to him.

“I know you can fuck me so well. I don’t even have to say Simon Says…I-I can just say please, baby! Please fuck me Campbell!” He soon granted your wish, the pace speeding up, skin slapping with aggression, damp with sweat.

“Be a good girl and tell me you want this.” He grunted, gripping your thighs with a passion.

“I want it all, Campbell! Only you can give, it, to, me!” Your head lolled back as he repeatedly rocked you back and forth like a doll.

“You can have everything, princess. Everything.” He let out heavy pants, and you could tell he was getting close. He just needed a little…encouragement.

“I want you to cum for me then, baby. Play by the rules…Simon Says cum! F-fuck!” You felt the knot inside of your stomach snap apart, your high trembling across your entire body. You felt him releasing inside of you and you thanked the lord for the birth control pills you had left. Campbell began to relax as he hovered over you. He dipped his lips down to yours, seeming to savor the taste of your lips.

“Simon didn’t say.” He parted with your lips, looking into your eyes curiously. Your eyebrows furrowed, his curiosity turning mischievous.

“What are you talking about baby?” You asked, smoothing his hair back delicately with your fingers.

“Simon didn’t say you could cum.” Your jaw dropped slowly, realizing he was ready to play again.

[purestxblood]

BORN TO DIE ▷ Campbell Eliot (chapter sixteen)

╔                                                             ╗  you think he took me?  you think i knew not what i did  when i laughed and placed those  crimson seeds upon my tongue? ╚                                                            ╝

I don’t normally share my fan fictions here on Tumblr, sticking solely to Wattpad and leaving one-shots for here. However, I’ve seen a lot of people asking for Campbell one-shots and The Society smut. LOL So I wanted to share a chapter on here. 

This chapter is mainly smut and is definitely, for mature audiences. If you want to read the rest of the fan fiction you can find it on Wattpad under my username: purexblood or by clicking this link here. 

Enjoy xx

THIS WASN'T THE FIRST TIME LENA AND CAMPBELL WERE ALONE IN A ROOM WITH the sole intent of having sex. Lena was the type of girl to remember all encounters from the date and place to whether or not they made it past first base and woke up from a celebration of making it home.

This had been the second time Lena drunkenly found herself with Campbell in Harry's guest bedroom.

It had been too familiar to her yet she didn't feel anxious or nervous like she did prior, she felt calm as if she was at home – except the two were everything but calm and collected.

This time was different than the rest.

They weren't two teenagers awkwardly undressing before the other in exchange of a first kiss. They were two deviled souls ready to give into their sinful desires and ravish the other.

Lena was quick to pull Campbell up the staircase, the two drunkenly toppling over the other as they took dramatic strides up each level. In the past the two had been subtle with their sensual cues, now they didn't care of the rumors that they knew would transpire once everyone sobered up.

They were both loud and obnoxious, ignoring all stares and curious yet judgmental eyes of those watching the two wrap in each other's affection as they sought an empty room.

Their hands didn't unhook from the other as if they each feared the moment their touch withered, their moment would cool astray.

With her back pressed against the door, Lena wrapped her hands around Campbell's neck, intertwining her fingers together so her grasp wouldn't break. Their lips met in a heated desperate kiss, both fighting for dominance but not one giving up power to the other.

Campbell's hands caressed Lena's cheeks before sliding down her jaw to palm her throat. His two hands tightened around the sides of her neck as he took control of their kiss and slid his tongue into her mouth massing his against hers. Her hands went to his hair and she fisted his locks, moaning as his grip on her neck tightened with each stroke of his tongue along hers.

Their bodies pressed together and his left hand snaked from her neck down to her chest, cupping her mound tighter before returning down to her thigh. His hand roamed her upper thigh to between her legs, his index and ring finger pressing against her short clad core in a teasing manner to give her a soft sense of pleasure.

Lena moaned as his fingers pressed into her but groaned and bit his bottom lip harshly when he pulled away, leaving her heat aching for his touch. Campbell smirked as she roughly tugged on his lip between her teeth and his hold on her neck with his right hand squeezed. She was certain she'd wake in the morning with remnants of his fingers upon her flesh and the idea turned her on more than his grip.

His left hand squeezed her thigh and she automatically jumped, lifting herself to wrap her legs around his waist, his free hand now wrapped around to support her against the door. She could feel his erected member press against her jeans and with one swift move he grinded into her core, his lips twisting into a smirk when she pulled away from their kiss to moan loudly.

Campbell could hear a snap of a camera and out of his peripheral vision see a classmate with their phone directed towards the sensualized pair. His lips trailed to her neck where he suckled and nibbled on her skin between her shoulder and neck, his eyes casually flashing from being closed to watching the girl take their photo.

While most would be disgusted over the fact someone was interrupting their intimate moment and taking a photo or video for the purpose of gossip, Campbell became aroused from the subject.

Lena and Campbell were everything but intimate at that moment. Sure, they were nearly dry-humping and exchanging wet kisses against Harry Bingham's guest bedroom door but they weren't secluded and paid no mind to the fact people were drunkenly watching.

Campbell liked the idea of his classmates watching. He finally had Lena right where he wanted her and now everyone would know it. No more secrecy.

Lena Dobson finally gave in to the hands of Campbell Eliot. Lena was his.

What Campbell didn't want was exposing the most vulnerable parts of his love. Instead of toying with the lingering eyes and giving them a show, Campbell's hand fell from her neck and went to the doorknob, twisting it open to shove them both inside.

With his hands underneath her bum, Campbell carried Lena to the bed and threw her across the mattress. Lena burst into a fit of drunken giggles as she bounced on the fluff while Campbell slammed the door shut and twisted the lock into place before turning and pouncing atop of Lena.

His legs straddled her waist and his mouth went to her lips, his body moving along hers as she pushed herself higher up the mattress to rest her head on the pillows. Their lips met and her hands went to his shirt, lifting the material up to pull it off him – his hands doing the same but slowly lingering as his knuckles brushed the sides of her bra laced breasts.

Lena allowed Campbell to pull her shirt off while she kissed him back, taking control to deepen the kiss and occasionally suck on his tongue then pull on his bottom lip in a bite. She could hear the moans vibrating through Campbell and feel his smirk when she bit his lip which caused her to bite harder each time.

Underneath Campbell's touch, Lena's body melted and became submissive to his fingers so each time he moaned and grinded his throbbing member into her heated core made her feel confident that she had served dominance.

Campbell broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck while his hands roamed her lower stomach up to her breasts. One at a time each hand fiddled with her bra straps before he slid them down her shoulders, loosening the bra to pull down each cup.

His mouth continued to taste each part of her skin until he took his time worshiping each breast. While one hand groped and massaged one mound, his lips were pressing open mouthed kisses to the other, his tongue flicking her nipple before grazing with his teeth and sucking hard.

Lena's breathing hitched into pants and her back arched, her hands going to his head. There had been plenty of times a guy kissed her in intimate places but none had ravished her body as if it were their last breath.

Using Lena's arch of pleasure as leverage, Campbell snuck his left hand behind her back and unhooked her bra, pulling the material off her and tossing it to the floor.

His eyes took in her semi-nude body to her face. Lena's lips were slightly swollen from kissing, her bottom lip puffier than the top with a faint purple color from being bitten numerous times to her caramel eyes staring at him with lust and intensity.

"What's a matter daddy?" Lena's lips twisted into a smirk and her hand went to cup his cheek then slid down his jaw to his neck where she mimicked his action and slightly choked him with a tight closed grasp, "cat got your tongue?"

Campbell's eyes hazed with lust as she tightened her hand around him, his own smirk matching hers. His free hand went to her own neck where tiny blue hues began to form from where his fingers were prior and Lena's eyes closed.

"Not one bit princess."

They were in a battle, both turned on from each other's act of dominance but it was Lena who loosened her grip around Campbell's neck and pulled him down to press their lips together once more.

Campbell's hand around Lena's neck dropped to her nude breasts, massaging and groping them as he trailed his fingers down to her shorts. His fingers teased her, lightly trailing underneath her waist band before popping the button and sliding the zipper down.

He wanted to tease her and have her begging for him to thrust inside of her but his desires overpowered his pride. Lifting up her waist, Campbell pulled both her jeans and underwear down to where Lena could kick them off.

His hand palmed her heated and wet core, before lightly tracing her slit slowly with his fingers. Lena pulled from this kiss and moaned as his fingers teased her flesh, her legs widening as he explored her bits.

Campbell smirked as Lena closed her eyes, the sensation of pleasure clouding her senses the moment he pressed his fingers to her clit and began making circular motions.

It took all of Lena to hold herself together and not cum right then and there. It had been a long time since she had been pleased but even then no one had worked her like Campbell was doing.

Lena's lips parted as she moaned while her hands caressed Campbell's chest until she palmed his member. Her hand moved back and forth along his clothed groin in the same motion he was making with her. With her other hand, she popped his button and snuck her hands into his boxers, freeing his erection.

Campbell moaned in sync with Lena as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began pumping, her grip tightening around his length with each thrust. They both teased each other with their hands, Lena occasionally grinding into his hand to create harder friction whilst Campbell thrusted in her hand.

Their lips met in a heated sloppy kiss while they moaned into each other's mouth, losing sensation in each other's hands. Lena was the first to pull away, her hand going to stop his wrist from his fingers moving against her clit.

"I want you," she said breathlessly, pressing her lips to his chest.

Campbell smirked and stood from the bed to slide his jeans and boxers off before returning to Lena.

Their bodies were pressed, skin to skin, and for a split second neither one of them made a gesture.

Campbell and Lena weren't saints, they were West Ham's sinners and together they both warmed various beds of other's but this moment was different. It seemed like they were frozen in time together in their most vulnerable state, giving themselves to another for the first time ever.

Their pupils were dilated of darkened pleasure and Lena's fingers carelessly strummed his strands that were sticking to his forehead in sweat. His member pulsed against her wet core begging to be filled.

Campbell softly placed his lips against hers while his hand ran across the side of her face to cup her chin. While he deepened their kiss, his opposite hand lifted and parted her leg to hoist around the side of his waist.

Lena moaned as she felt the tip of his erection press into her entrance then pull out, teasing her with each stroke. A groan vibrated from Lena's mouth to Campbell's and he chuckled into their kiss.

While he was not only teasing her but himself as well, he still enjoyed frustrating her with each touch or lack of. Their tongues battled once more and right as Campbell went to bite her bottom lip, he thrusted inside of her.

Lena's head tilted upward, exposing her neck to him while she lightly whimpered. Campbell's body stilled as she adjusted to his length stretching her before he pulled out and thrusted inside once more.

Her eyes opened and were met with his, staring deeply into her. They didn't have to say anything to know the truth running through their minds.

Campbell continued his motion and Lena wrapped her arms around the nape of his neck, pulling him towards her so she could kiss his neck. Her teeth nibbled on his shoulder, her bites becoming harder with each harsh thrust he made inside her. While her mouth worked on his chest and shoulder, Lena's nails dug down his back. Teeth marks and scratches pierced his skin with tiny hints of pink blood seeping through the tears.

His skin stung from her teeth biting wounds and nails pressed to his back but the pain only heightened his pleasure causing him to thrust harder into her. Lena's tight wet walls clenched against his member and with each thrust her hips lifted to meet his rhythm.

In a synchronized round, Lena and Campbell's moans filled the air. They were in their own aura of body against body and were forgetful to the fact there was a party occurring right out their door. If it wasn't for the raging music, it was certain their moans could be heard from the other side – the idea sending a different wave of pleasure through Campbell.

He continued his rhythm and picked up the pace, his hand going to her neck. With his right hand, he cupped her skin and tightened his hand around her to lightly choke her.

Lena's body was on overdrive. Every part of her felt on fire; from his length pumping inside her, to his lips on her skin, and his grasp around her neck. The moment his fingers tightened around her neck, her lips twisted into a satisfied tight lip smiled until she moaned in pleasure.

His hold on her neck made her vision darken until she saw red and dark blue stars all while pleasing her to the core. Lena was a puddle underneath Campbell and the harder he thrusted into her and choked her, the more pleasure she felt.

Campbell groaned in pleasure from feeling her walls tighten around his erection and seeing her smirk in pleasure from his hand around her. He had tried to choke multiple of his lovers in the past but not one of them were into it. While he had found some pleasure in their distaste of his choking, there was something different about finding a girl who genuinely was turned on from the sexual action.

With each thrust, Campbell could feel his member throb, knowing he was nearing his peak. His thrusts became messy while he rushed to push and pull himself in and out of her while Lena arched her back and lifted herself to meet his thrusts to allow him deeper access inside of her.

His hand continued to tighten then loosen on Lena's neck and it was when he felt Lena's body begin to wiggle and buck into him that he knew she was coming undone.

Lena erupted into countless throaty moans as his thrusts devoured her. Letting go of her neck, Lena gained her breath but only for a second for Campbell was quick to kiss her.

With one last thrust, Lena's toes began to curl as she lost herself in pure ecstasy, moaning into Campbell's mouth. It was all Campbell needed, to feel her cum around his girth that sent him in to his own release.

He wanted to continue pumping inside of her to ride out his ejaculation but instead pulled out and used his hand to pump himself until he came on her lower belly.

Lena watched and fought to catch her breath while his release coated her tanned skin and immediately began to pool in lust. Campbell's chest lifted then fell as he caught his breath while pumping out his remains.

Reaching for his shirt, Campbell wiped her stomach clean before tossing the shirt to the floor and plopping himself on his back right beside her.

They were shoulder to shoulder, the room quiet besides the sound of their pants. Not one of them said a word to the other, both at a loss for what had occurred between them.

Campbell turned his head to look at Lena, who was staring straight up at the rotating ceiling fan. She could feel his eyes on her and turned her head to meet his gaze.

Their eyes locked in a heated exchange and Campbell's left hand went to Lena's right, intertwining their fingers. Their fingers teased the other, lightly brushing against each other's tips before locking their hold.

Lena Dobson had found her drug and now that she had fulfilled her desire all she wanted was to devour herself in Campbell Eliot until she couldn't breathe, which would oblige with a grin because she was finally his – and always would be.

[rustys-lodge]

Can you write a one shot about reader liking Campbell but she is always rude and sassy towards him to hide her feelings but he knows the truth that she actually likes him? Please and thank you !

You blankly stared at the street as flashbacks of Campbell Eliot played over and over in your mind.

He had such pretty eyes ...You thought to yourself...such a pretty smile, tugging at one end more than the other...You've thought about how his lips would taste for the longest time, wondering if you'll ever actually know.

All you wanted was for him to cup your face in his hand and tell you how much he wanted you to be his. A sigh escaped your lips...that wasnt going to happen anytime soon.

"whats up ?"

you jolted, startled by the voice behind you. but you didnt turn around. You knew who it was.

"you fuck" you mumbled under your breath, gasping internally when you felt campbell's body against yours.

You froze as he leaned over your shoulder, glueing his ear to yours.

"what are you looking at ? what's making you sigh ?"

You fell silent for a moment. "You being a fucking perv" But decided to shake off the butterflies in your stomach, shifting to the side to get away from him. You didn't want him to find out.

You spun around, covering your chest with a cross of your arms in a defensive way.

"Me ? a perv ?" Campbell's shoulders bounced a little as he chuckled, pointing an exaggerated finger at his chest.

"Do you see anybody else around, dumbass?"

The hot fuck, as you liked to call him,scuffed at your response, turning his face to the side, the ghost of a smirk fading away from his lips as soon as it appeared.

"You'd love that, though, wouldn't you ?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he reading your mind ? His voice was barely audible. But you sure as hell heard him.

"what ?"

Campbell stared down at you, his eyes slowly creeping down your body.

"Oh you heard me" He smirked, a hint of playfullness in his voice.

You squinted your eyes, doubt taking over you as a wave of questions swamped your mind. Were you wrong ? Was he just fucking around ? Does he know ? You also wondered how you were still standing. Your knees felt weaker than jello and your heart was throbbing its way out of your chest.

"You think i don't know?" you raised your eyebrows at him in a questioning matter, snapping out of your thoughts. " you think i don't see you searching for me at church ?" Campbell took a step towards you. "staring out of the corner of your eye " another step " pretending that you need when you can do shit yourself?"

You stayed silent. You didn't know what to do or what to say. You wanted to run away. But you were frozen that stupid fucking spot.

Taken by suprise, you took a step back as campbell bend down, leaning forward to be able to look you right in the eyes. He smirked at the shaky breath that just came out of you.

"Cursing and calling me a dumbass doesnt cover that sparkle in your eye. Nothing ever will." A smile tuggued at the corners of his lips before he stood back straight and brushed past you, leaving you in pure fucking shock.

You turned around shouting a loud "Fucker" as embarassement and shame crawled up your body.

Campbell glanced back at you, smirking before he dissapeared out of sight.

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Anon, i'd love to write a part two if you liked it. I hope you do. 🌷🌷🌷🖤🖤🖤

[cap-winter-barnes]

My Hero - Campbell Eliot x Reader

Requested by @angeltop129​ - I am so sorry for how long this has taken. I hope this is okay. If you would like a Part 2 please let me know.

Warnings: guns, violence (that’s about it I think)

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West Ham was a town that once upon a time, I would have described as charming and peaceful. But New Ham? New Ham is what I would call chaotic.

I  wish every day that this is just a dream, and that when I wake, everything will be back to the way it was before. But it has been forty-six days since we returned on those school buses. Forty-six days with no idea how or why this has happened to us.

When Cassandra suggested some of us take inventory at the grocery store, I jumped at the chance. Anything to get me off of the streets and away from my home. Being an only child already, I physically cannot stand to be in that house alone.

Kelly and Will have been inseparable since we started the job. Not once have they tried involving me in any of their conversations. I can practically hear every word either way, but it would be nice to at least be involved.

But then again, that’s how my life has always been. I am acknowledged and that’s that. No conversations. No interest. No friends.

Looking at my watch, I realise how long I have gone with nothing to eat. I reach across for my rucksack that is propped against the display of tinned tuna. As my fingers graze the left shoulder strap, I am startled by a loud smash from the entrance of the store. Leaving the bag where it is, I stand and peer out of the aisle. I’m honestly not surprised to see some of the local idiots causing trouble. I find it funny how I can’t place a name to their faces except for one. Campbell.

He for once is not directly involved with the disruption, but is standing outside of the store, watching on. But why does he look nervous? Something doesn’t seem right though. And that’s when I notice the group inside the store are all armed.

Being someone who is against conflict of any sort, I quickly back away from the aisle end. But as I reach for my bag, I trip over my own feet and come crashing down into the shelving.

Tins upon tins of food come crashing down with me to the tiled floor. The noise is deafening as they all come tumbling down. It seems endless. A few of the larger products don’t miss me on their descent to the ground. My head throbs with blinding pain. I raise my hands above my head to soften the blow of those that continue to fall, the pain is horrendous. The metal digs into my palms, bending my fingers unnaturally backwards. It’s no wonder that I don’t hear the sounds of the group approaching me, guns aimed in my direction.

My vision is blurred, and my ears are ringing as I try and focus. Through the incessant sound of the ringing, I can tell that there are people shouting. But I can’t quite make out who. I place my hands on the floor to steady myself, and I try and push up from the ground.

“Hey, hey, hey.” A voice cuts clearly through the ringing in my ears. “No. You need to stay where you are.” I recognise the voice, but my brain is still fuzzy from the impact of the tinned goods. “Y/N. Hey.” Campbell. That’s Campbell’s voice.

With help, I lower myself back down to the floor, my back propped up against what is left of the shelving. My vision is slowly coming back to me and I can make out the group of guys standing around where I had last seen them. But this time they look concerned.

I turn to look at Campbell as he carefully kicks the tins out of the way, the sound hurts my head. He then kneels down in front of me, resting his forearms on his knees as he looks at me.

“How are you feeling?” I frown at him and reach up to my head with my fingers. He quickly takes my hand and brings it back down to my body. “You’re bleeding,” he grimaces as he says it, “you don’t need to see it.” I minutely nod my head in understanding. So that’s why I feel like my skull has been cracked open. He takes of his plaid overshirt and gently wraps it around my head as a makeshift bandage.

“I’ll sort you a proper one soon, okay?” He reassures me as he makes sure that the shirt is secure.

I smile in thanks and close my eyes, trying to block out the bright fluorescent lights of the store. “Hey, no. You have to keep your eyes open.”

“The lights are too fucking bright.” My voice is laced with fatigue and annoyance. He chuckles and reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, revealing a pair of dark plastic sunglasses. He opens them up and places them on my face, pushing a strand of loose hair behind my ear as he does so.

“Better?” I smile and nod at him, the relief from the brightness takes some of the aching in my head away. Campbell returns the smile and then takes a seat next to me, his shoulder knocking against mine as he does so.

“Hey, Eliot! We done here?” A voice cuts through the silence, it feels like a blade is pressing against my head as he says it. I wince at the sensation and Campbell notices. His expression is no longer caring and kind, but now filled with annoyance. Standing, he makes his way towards the group that have made their way to us.  

“No, we’re not done here.” As Campbell walks towards them, I watch on with worry. I remember them all carrying guns. And not all of them were handguns. My heart rate increases at the thought of someone firing. Campbell can handle himself; I’ve seen him in fights in and out of school. And I’ve never seen him lose.

But as he walks away from me, I notice that tucked into the waistband of his jeans, is a handgun. My heart is hammering in my chest and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“We’re not done here until I say so.” Campbell places his hands into his front pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Well, until Cassandra, says so.” The guy laughs as if it’s the funniest joke he’s heard. The others in the group have smirks resting on their faces. “Something funny to you, Dewey?”

“You hate Cassandra. So why get her involved?”

Campbell clears his throat and looks back towards me, a small smile on his lips.

“Because of what you did.” He reaches with his right hand to his waistband and wraps his fingers around the gun but doesn’t remove it from its hiding spot. “What would you have done if you’d have shot her, huh?”

“She shouldn’t be here in the first place, Eliot.” He turns to look at his friends for their support, but none give it. “Should have kept out of our business.”

“Your business?” Campbell’s tone was darker now, his voice raising in volume. “You came here, with guns, to take stuff that doesn’t belong to you.”

“Like you’ve never stolen anything in your life.”

Campbell nods his head, smirking as he does so, looking at the floor. He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip and then bites down on it. I can see his body language change instantly, from relaxed to tense. As if he’s holding back.

It’s then that he takes the gun from his belt and aims it at him. His friends immediately take a step back, a few of them dropping their weapons on the ground. They raise their hands above their heads in surrender and back up.

“Greg, man. It’s not worth it.” They all then chime in, trying to calm Dewey down, to convince him to admit to his wrong doings. But to no avail.

“You got a soft spot for her, do ya Campbell?”

“That’s none of your fucking business.” His grip tightens on the gun.

“Greg, c’mon.”

He throws a look over his shoulder to the group that are slowly retreating. Each one of them with a look of regret on their faces. A few take a seat on the ground, knowing if they try and leave, they will be in the same situation as Greg is now.

I can’t see the expression on his face, but I know for a fact, that it would be one of disapproval at their words.

“Campbell.” His name leaves my lips before I can even process it in my head. My eyes widen in surprise and I cover my mouth with my hand.

He turns to face me without any hesitation and his grip on the gun falters for a moment, his wrist lowering slightly.

That’s when Greg takes the opportunity to grab him. Everything is happening so fast I have no idea what’s going. One moment Greg is grabbing at Campbell’s arms and throwing punches and the next, there is a gunshot echoing through the store. Then there is silence. I look across to the two boys, to find Greg with a shocked expression on his face. His skin pale and eyes brimming with unfallen tears. There’s a bruise starting to bloom on his cheek already and his top lip is split.

Campbell is standing a metre or so away from him, a hand to his left temple, breathing heavy. The gun clutched in his right hand tightly. Neither of them is injured, aside from the bruises and split lip.  

“Dude, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to me, apologise to her.”

Campbell directs Greg’s attention to me.

“I am so sorry. For everything. It was stupid of us – of me, to come here. It was my idea. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Campbell scoffs lightly under his breath, I seem to be the only one that notices.

“Go. But don’t think for one second you’ve got away with this. That was a warning shot, alright? Next time I won’t miss.” Campbell straightens himself up and tucks the gun back into the waistband of his jeans, this time in the front so that everybody can see it. “And Cassandra will want to speak to you all.” He raises his voice so that they can hear him as they swiftly make their way out of the store. The ground now littered with their discarded weapons.

At least they won’t be using them again any time soon.

I tilt my head back and rest it onto the shelf behind me, my heart rate still high and my breathing shallow. I’m oblivious to Campbell taking a seat next to me until he’s knocking his elbow against mine to get my attention.

“Hey, you alright?’

I nod, worried that my words will fail me if I open my mouth. Slipping his sunglasses off of my face, I turn to look at him. His face is a mess, his left temple and cheek are already turning green and purple from the punches Greg delivered. No doubt he’ll have a black eye by the end of the day. And his lip is split, the blood drying already.

“I’m sorry.” He frowns at me, questioning me without words. “About you-, about your face.”

“It’s okay. No need to apologise.” He whispers and he shakes his head.

I reach up and slowly unravel the shirt from around my head. Feeling ridiculous sat here like this. I hold it in my lap, not wanting to give it back without washing it first. Seems a bit unfair when it’s my blood after all.

We sit in silence for a few minutes until we both simultaneously start laughing. After everything that’s happened, this is probably something that neither of us were expecting to occur.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” His words are kind, so unlike what I expected of him.

“Yeah.” Accepting his offer, he stands, holding out his hand for me to take. I slip my hand into his, squeezing, as he pulls me to my fit. My head spins for a moment before it stops, Campbell holding me tightly while I compose myself.

“I’ve gotta ask.” He clears his throat then continues. “You’ve not been staying at your place for a few days now. Where have you been going?”

“You been watching me, Eliot?”

His cheeks blush with embarrassment.

“Just making sure you’re alright is all.”

I nod my head and look at my feet, grinding my toes into the cracks in the tiles.

“I can’t be there on my own. It’s just.” I take a deep breath; it sounds so stupid to say it out loud. “Being an only child, just, it’s so empty. My Mom worked from home, so I was never on my own. This i-, this is the first time.”

When he squeezes my hand reassuringly, I realise that he hadn’t let go of me this whole time.

“Come stay with me.”

“What?”

“Come stay with me, at my place. I won’t ask anything of you. I’ll even cook you dinner.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?”

“Maybe.” He chuckles and leads me out of the store, making sure I don’t trip over anything else.

His hand is in mine the entire way.

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Psycho - Chapter 1

I have no idea where to post this but I want to get it out of my folder!

A/N: Yes, I am aware that this is not quite how things happened chronologically. For the sake of the fic, we’re going to pretend that Elle went to Allie and begged to be arrested pretty soon after Dewey’s execution. Kay? Kay. Also I’m not a huge Will fan so he’ll be meh in this. Sorry.

Trigger warnings: injuries, torture, abuse, Campbell is a jerk, swearing because they swear like every line, slight mention of rape

Ship(s): Allie and pretty much everyone (platonically), Allie x Harry, Allie & Grizz (as a brotp)

Chapter 1

Allie winced as she felt a large chunk of her thumb nail rip off, before the stinging sensation of air hitting an open wound filled her senses. She’d been trying to wear through the rope tightly binding her wrists behind her back, but obviously had no such luck.

The day had started out normal, as any other day. She skipped breakfast in favor of a quick check up on Harry, whom anyone had yet to manage to drag out of his depressive state. After her doling out her tough love, he did start working again, though very reluctantly and lacking any effort. Then she’d gone back home and talked extensively with Will and Gordy about the issues of water and electricity - namely, how they would check if they were in danger of running out. Then lunch, where she had a nice conversation with Helena that for once did not revolve around politics. She’d only slipped away for a second to use the bathroom when suddenly he was there, knocking her out with a crowbar and stuffing her in his car.

And that was the quickly-escalating, climactic story of how she’d wound up in Campbell Eliot’s basement.

She knew why she was here, of course. He wanted to force Elle back home, where he could continue to control and abuse her. How he figured he would accomplish this by kidnapping her was uncertain, but she knew his end goal.

“Hey there, princess,” he traipsed down the steps into the basement. “Enjoying your stay?”

She glared at him. “I’m not your house guest, Campbell. You kidnapped me. Get to the point.”

“Feisty. Strong,” he smirked. “Every bit the leader. Except for this time, you get to be my captive. How does it feel?”

“What do you want?” she restated, biting out the words. Perhaps she was being dumb, speaking to him in such a tone while he clearly held the upper hand in this scenario. God, she wished for the Guard to notice her absence. But she’d only been awake for about fifteen minutes, plus about half an hour of being unconscious, she’d guess. Unfortunately, the former West Ham football team didn’t have enough experience in detective work to solve that one in forty five minutes.

“I am asking the questions, here!” He growled. “Tell me, Allie. How. Does. It. Feel?”

She caught a glint of something under his jacket sleeve. Brass knuckles. Fuck.

“Cold,” she said simply. He’d taken most of her outerwear, leaving her in leggings and a t-shirt.

“Not the answer I was hoping for, but I’ll take it. Was that so hard?” His smirk widened - the sick bastard was clearly enjoying this.

She’d been told he was a psychopath, heard the things he had done to Elle, and seen him be an asshole on more occasions than she could count. But this was an entirely new side to him that she had yet to see. It truly scared her, rattled her insides. The word psychopath gained a whole new meaning. “What do you want?” she repeated. Her voice trembled, but she pretended not to notice. The hot tears threatening to fall also went ignored.

“Fair enough - you answer one of mine, and I’ll answer one of yours.” He stepped towards where she was sitting on the ground. “I was going to tell you, anyways. I want a lot of things from you, Allie Pressman. You’re a whiny little bitch who only gets to lead us because of your dead sister. You’ve taken so much from me.”

She couldn’t believe that he actually had the nerve to play the victim card. Here, while she was tied up in his basement.

He continued. “But for now - all that I want right now - is my girlfriend back. You better return her to me.”

She glared up at him, trying to appear strong. “Never,” she spat.

The brass knuckles flew at her before she could even blink, crashing into her cheek and causing her head to snap to the side. It took her a moment to reorient herself, and she felt a trail of blood trickling down her face.

“You will do as I say,” he warned in a deadly tone.

She nodded. If she were a fighter, she would deny him, taking what she got and always standing strong. However she was a survivor, and while someone else might say that they were one in the same, that was simply untrue. A fighter fought until the end, while a survivor didn’t come to an end. Some called it intelligence and some called it cowardice, but she was a survivor. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked. She needed to keep getting information out of him - it was her best shot.

“You see, I need to send a message. Campbell Eliot is not someone to be messed with. You have taken from me the girl I love, who I swore to protect, and that’s not going to fly. I’m not going to kill you, Allie. You’ll only wish you were dead.”

She didn’t have time to respond as he kicked her hard in the side. She screamed as she felt something crack.

He tutted. “I thought you would be stronger than that. I guess you’re really just soft behind your big, bad Guard.”

“Fuck you,” she said, though her voice lacked gusto.

“Fuck you, too.” He kicked her again, this time in the back. “Sit up.”

She remained on the ground.

He stomped on her leg. “I said sit up!”

Doing her best to ignore the pain she felt, she slid herself back into a sitting position against the wall.

“You all need to know just how wrong you were.” The fist bearing the brass knuckles crashed into her jaw. “All of you.” He drove them into her stomach, so far that his fist was probably an inch from the wall she was sitting against.

She spat blood, praying for it to be due to the hit to her jaw rather than something internal.

He laughed, like he found all of this extremely funny. “You’re fucking useless, Allie. Do something! Sam’s fucking pet bird had more fight than you!”

She didn’t answer.

“Make this more fun,” he demanded.

She stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes. What in the hell did he mean by that? She had a feeling that she wasn’t going to like it.

He groaned, as if she were causing him an inconvenience. “Jesus christ.” He roughly grabbed her forearm, hauling her to her feet and causing her to scream in pain. “You’ve got five seconds to run to that door at the top of the steps. If you make it, you can go. If you don’t, then we get to keep playing. How does that sound? Fair?”

She stared at him stonily. “Fuck. You. None of this is fair and you know it, even in your sick, psychotic brain.”

“Ready, set, go.” He released her arm, causing her to stumble forwards.

Luckily, she stayed on her feet. She didn’t want to play his stupid torture games. But if she had even a small chance of getting out… She ran.

“Four.”

She quickly found that her right leg didn’t work very well. She pushed herself on and from the amount of effort it took she felt like she should be running. She knew that it probably looked more like a drunken speed walk.

“Three.”

Halfway there, but she still had to tackle the stairs. She urged herself on.

“Two.”

Her heart pumped faster every time his voice echoed. The countdown was terrifying, as she raced to the door knowing what was to come if she didn’t make it.

“One.”

She was halfway up the stairs when he charged for her, grabbing her and throwing her back down them like a ragdoll.

Through her blurry vision, she longingly stared at the door. The tears flowed freely down her face now.

His form, towering over her, filled her vision. She tried to turn away, but he leant down over her, holding her face in his hand. His thumb wiped some of the blood off of her lip. His face got close to hers, far too close, and he whispered, “My plan doesn’t need for you to die, Allie. It just doesn’t depend on you being alive, either.”

Her breath hitched as she understood his meaning. He didn’t care if she survived this. In fact, he might just kill her for the fun of it. “They’ll hunt you down,” she whispered. “If you kill me.”

“Without you, the town would descend into chaos. They might come looking for me, but I have a backup plan. I thrive in chaos. Eventually, it would be me leading. But I’m not looking for that… just yet, at least. I. Just. Want. My. Girlfriend. Back.”

It took her foggy brain a few seconds longer than it should have to realize that he was undoing her pants.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Grizz says. “Fucking hell. How did we lose her? I thought at least one of us was supposed to be with her at all times!”

“We were,” Jason defended.

“Well she didn’t just vanish into thin air!” Grizz growled back.

Gordy groaned. “And no one has seen her?”

Luke shook his head, confirming. “Helena was with Allie last. She said that she had excused herself to the restroom and then never came back. After that, no one has seen her.”

“She should know better than to slip away without one of us,” Clark sighed, though he was more frustrated with themselves for not paying closer attention than with Allie for wanting to use the freaking bathroom by herself.

Gordy groaned. “This is bad. Why would she just disappear?”

Luke shrugged. “Helena said she was fine while they were talking. Even seemed happy.”

“What do we do?” Grizz asked, arms crossed.

They quieted. As they were only in the very beginning of forming a functioning government, they had neglected to come up with any sort of protocol for missing people. It had simply not been in their minds primarily due to the fact that no one had actually gone missing yet. Even back in West Ham, the old one, due to the upper class families residing there rarely had to deal with such matters.

“What do they do, like, on tv?” Clark suggested.

“They call the cops,” Grizz said.

“Dude,” Luke groaned. “We are the cops.”

Grizz nodded, realizing. “Well, fuck.”

“Will you stop saying that?” Jason said.

“Guys!” Clark said, sharply. “They usually have posters, bring in witnesses…”

Gordy’s eyes widened, a light bulb going off in his head. “A search party.”

The others nodded in approval.

“Okay,” Gordy breathed. “So we’ll assemble a search party and meet in the church. Okay?”

“Let’s go,” Luke agreed. They got to work.

Allie laid on the cold, hard basement floor. She wanted to think about how she would escape and get away from him. She wanted to think about running up the basement steps and sneaking through the house, successfully avoiding her captor and making it through the front door and then down the street before he went to check on her and noticed she was gone.

If she were the strong, smart leader she pretended to be then that’s exactly what she would be doing. If she were her sister.

But she wasn’t her sister. She wasn’t the brave leader guiding the town through their mysterious misfortunes. She was a young girl, doing her best to help people because she was told that it had to be her. So she lay still on the floor, pain filling her senses from inside out, the only thing she could feel. This was certainly a step up from when she broke her ankle as a kid, she thought humorlessly.

It must have been another twenty, thirty minutes before he came back down into the basement. She didn’t dread his return as much as she thought she should. Anything other than sitting alone with her pain and fear.

“Get up,” he ordered.

She whimpered in response. How did he expect her to do so, exactly? She’d inventoried the damage done to her body while she was alone. The pain in her side probably meant a broken rib or three, confirmed by the snap she’d heard when he kicked her. Her right ankle was broken, or at least sprained, and further down she registered pain in her toes. Her head still hurt, probably from the initial assault with the crowbar. Her face hurt, her stomach, and she could feel the bruises littered all over the rest of her body every time she breathed too hard.

“Get up!” he screamed. She winced for the blow, but it never came. Apparently he was satisfied with the injuries he had already caused her.

Against the protest coming from her body, she held her breath as she moved to a sitting position.

“Wow, Allie.” He smirked. “You look like shit.”

“Go to hell,” she inhaled sharply as her ribs moved.

He watched her struggle, and she disturbingly remembered the bird story Sam had shared from their childhood. She was the bird, and he was watching in amusement as her stubs where there used to be wings refused to fly her away. She hated playing the role in his twisted, sick game but was fearful of what he would do if she disobeyed.

She tried to stand, but was sent crashing back to the ground. “Up,” he demanded.

She tried again, this time with more success. But with a laugh and a kick to her left shin - the one bearing her weight - she was back on the ground. A sob rose in her throat.

“Get. Up!” He looked angry now, and she hurried to get back on her feet. It wasn’t working so well.

Impatient, he grabbed her arm and hoisted her up. He dragged her as she stumbled up the steps and out of the basement. He roughly caught her every time her body gave out and she nearly fell, shoving her back upright and continuing on. To her surprise, they exited the horrid house she hoped to never see again and he pulled her over to his car. The one he’d kidnapped her in.

“In,” he said. She did as she was told, with only a little reluctant assistance from him. He got in the driver's’ seat, starting the car.

“Wh-where are we going?” she asked.

He leaned across the center console, grinning. “To deliver my message, princess. You all have twenty four hours to return Elle to me, or I will come back. And I will kill you.”

The threat should have been terrifying, sending shivers down her spine. However the only thing she felt was relief. He was bringing her back home.

The search party met in the church, Gordy briefing everyone on the little bit that they knew. He looked around the room from where he stood in the front. Obviously, the Guard - Luke, Jason, Clark, and Grizz - were there in their matching jackets. Standing next to Luke was Helena, and behind her Kelly.

“Is that everyone coming?” Gordy asked.

“Everyone joining in the search,” Luke shrugged. “Everyone else knows that she’s missing and to keep an eye out.”

Gordy rolled his eyes. He knew that his hometown was filled with unmotivated, emotionally stunted slackers raised in the lap of luxury, however it had never been more apparent to him than it did in that moment. Maybe this New Ham thing was the universe’s way of giving them some much-needed character growth. It was certainly an idea he’d toyed with in the past, and he would’ve considered it longer if he actually believed in a higher power.

Another person slipped in the back, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and looking out of place.

“Come to help?” Gordy asked. All heads turned to see who he was addressing.

Harry nodded. “Kelly told me she was missing.”

Will stood up from where he was sitting. “I don’t trust him,” he glared at Harry. “How do we know that he hasn’t done something to her?”

Harry put his hands up. “I haven’t done anything. Really - I’m here to help.”

Will still looked skeptical, but Kelly ended the issue by saying, “Look, Harry’s barely been pulling himself out of bed long enough to work his shifts. I don’t think he has it in him to plan a kidnapping or whatever this is. No offense, Harry.”

Harry shrugged, “Slight offense, but not undeserved.”

Gordy snapped his fingers, directing their attention back to the issue at hand. “Okay, so here’s the plan…”

The sound of an engine revving outside drowned out the rest of that sentence, effectively drawing their attention away from the meeting. The sound was soon accompanied by a blaring horn.

“What the-” Helena stood from her seat, walking quickly to the door to see what was going on. The others followed, Luke jogging ahead to be with her at the front.

In the church parking lot was the familiar black jeep belonging to Campbell. And in the passenger seat sat the very girl they were searching for.

“Allie!” Grizz yelled.

Before they could react, the passenger door was opened and Allie was roughly shoved out onto the street, Campbell speeding away like a madman (which was actually very in character for him).

The group all sprinted over to Allie, who still hadn’t gotten up.

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Sam+Grizz If New Ham had never happened- Finale

(If anyone has any more prompts for a fic/ one shot/ smut they’d like to see me do please message me! Also feel free to share and comment what you think) ending of this little prompt starts now!!

Friday

The rumors about Grizz’s relationship with Sam had spread like wildfire, much to Campbell’s help. He had been telling graphic and untrue stories about what he had supposedly caught the pair doing. And it was all taking a tole on Grizz. His friends had questioned him relentlessly, people stared and whispered as he walked down the hallways. He had avoided Sam, including his messages, all week. He didn’t know what to say to him, or anyone for that matter. But, today they were supposed to present their project.

When 5th period rolled around, Grizz was tempted to skip. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t lie to nor abandon Sam. So, he came early.

Sam was waiting for him, sitting in his usual spot near the back of the classroom. His vibrant blue eyes caught Grizz’s, and he felt his heart melt. Grizz May have been sporting a black eye, but Sam looked somehow more broken.

He approached him slowly. “Hey.” He said simply.

“Hi.. So, do you want to do the speaking? I made the power point so it seems fair. Im not in the speaking mood today.” Sam said quietly, his voice distant. His signing even seemed distant.

Grizz simply nodded and sat beside him, the tension between the two seemed to be toxic as they waited their turn. When the teacher announced their names, Grizz made his way up to the front of the class, Sam following suit as he plugged his USB into the teachers computer and loaded up the PowerPoint.

Grizz suddenly felt shy, exposed standing in front of the class. Though he never had issues with it before, everything seemed to have changed.

“So, for our poem we chose ‘An Eastern Ballad’ by Allen Ginsberg. Also known as ‘song’. Ginsberg was one of the Beat poets in the 50’s through the early 90’s. Okay so the poem goes, ‘Winds around the beaches blow:

Things being as they are, although

Half clearly understood, and I

Uncurious is mystery;

Such thoughts as once were my dispair,

-The frantic sea, the silent air,

The changing moon and fridged shore-

I find delight me more and more.

I had not dreamed the sea so deep,

The earth so dark; so long my sleep,

I have become another child.

I wake to see the world go wild.’

“Now, there are lots of ways to interpret Ginsbergs work. He used to often say that he never had any meaning for most of it, and that the reader should interpret it. It’s well known at this point that Ginsberg used psychedelic drugs to jumpstart his writing and to discover his style. So, it’s safe to assume that that is what he means in this poem by becoming another child and his soul being awoken.” Grizz began.

Sam’s interpreter was signing along for Sam to understand, even though Sam knew what Grizz was supposed to be saying. However, he didn’t see the plot twist that was about to happen.

“But, upon reflecting and rereading this poem, I have another interpretation. If you read ginsbergs letters up until this poem, he talks about realizing his sexuality... he uhm.. He realized he was gay and how that realization opened his eyes. I believe, that this poem isn’t about realizing and noticing the world through the use of drugs. But it is about waking up and seeing the world through new eyes upon realizing who you are, as a person.”

Grizz was shaking, and Sam was speechless.

“That’s a rather interesting interpretation, Grizz. I assume by the two different annotations that the first was Sam’s interpretations and the second was yours?” Mrs. Newberry asked, easing an eyebrow.

Grizz nodded slowly, his eyes filled with tears.

“Mr. Eliot. What do you think of Grizz’s interpretation of this poem?”

Elliot gestured for his interpreter to speak for him as he signed l, “I can see where he is coming from. But, I disagree. Eveidence shows that this is a spiritual awakening, caused by Gimsberg’s drug use at the time. But, Grizz likes to read into things.”

Grizz felt his heart plunge.

“Well, very well done you two. You may have a seat.”

**

Sunday evening, November 21st

Weeks went by, Sam ignoring Grizz’s texts, Grizz ignoring the questions from the gaurd and his other friends. It was soon late November, and the pair had not spoken. The winter formal was coming up, and Sam asked Becca to be his date.

“You know I hate those things. Besides, I’m not who you want to go with. Ask him, he’s been texting you non stop for over a month now. It’s kinda annoying.”

Sam chuckled and rolled his eyes as they sat in Becca’s bedroom. ‘You know he wouldn’t risk his reputation going with me. Besides, you’re my best friend, I want you to go with me.’

Becca sighed, “Sam, talk to him. I hate school dances, you love them. It’s your senior year, go with the guy you want to go with, not your beard.”

Sam felt dejected. And conflicted. He refused to make a spectacle out of himself or Grizz. Grizz was obviously not ready for this yet, and that was partially Sam’s fault that it ended this way. Or, at least, that’s how Sam felt.

**

Sunday evening, November 21st

Grizz had been fidgeting in his room for over an hour now, anxiety coursing through his veins. When his mother called for dinner, he knew it was time.

Making his way downstairs and to the kitchen table, he rubbed the sweat off of his hands as he sat down across from his father. He was nervous, really fucking nervous. But he had to do this, he had been holding it back for too long.

He watched anxiously as his mother laid out their dinner on the table before sitting down.

Now or never, he thought to himself. “Mom, dad. I have to tell you something.”

***

Monday, November 22nd

Sam walked begrudgedly to his locker, spinnng the dial around until the lock came undone. As he opened the metal door, a small slip of neon green paper floated to the ground from inside the door.

It was a note. He unfolded it and read it to himself:

Sam, the winter formal is next Saturday, I hope to see you there. I’ll be wearing green and pink.

-Grizz

Sam felt his heart stop momentarily. This couldn’t be serious, could it?

**

Sam, being himself, had arrived to the dance right as it started. Only to find out his ticket had already been paid for. He wore a white button down with a rose gold vest and a plaid neck tie. His ginger hair styled neatly on top of his head. He felt anxious as he made his way into the gym: lights were hung here and there of all kinds. Fairly lights, that changed color, random lamps and chandeliers. All fashioned in blue, silver, and white. The tables were dressed with silver table cloths with blue placemats and white flowers. Student council had gone all our for this one. He could feel the bass of the music through his shoes and he anxiously made his way through the crowd, finding a lone spot near the back at an unoccupied table. He suddenly longed for Becca. He had a bad feeling about this.

Time rolled on, and soon 45 minutes had passed with no sign of Grizz. He hadn’t shown, and Sam had given up and lost patience. He rose to his feet, and began shuffling through the crowded dance floor. He was stopped in his tracks when he felt a firm but gentle hand grasp his wrist. Turning, he saw Grizz. Towering above him in all of his glory. Wearing a neon green button down and a plaid bow tie in similar fashion to his own. Sam couldn’t hold back his smile.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” Sam said, taking a step closer to Grizz.

Grizz could feel eyes on the pair, but it was too late to turn back now.

“Neither did I.”

Without another word, Grizz pulled Sam into him, pressing his lips against his. Sam happily kissed him back, standing on his tippy toes to reach him.

[ao3feed-grizzam]

by V_eliza

Grizz couldn’t breathe. The past 24 hours had been too much. How could everything have fallen apart so quickly? With Campbell pulling the strings, new ham wouldn’t make it to Christmas. Grizz knew what he had to do if he wanted to live to see his family again. It was time he took charge...

Words: 1190, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Society (TV 2019)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Becca Gelb, Gareth "Grizz" Visser, Sam Eliot, Campbell Eliot, Allie Pressman, Will LeClair, Harry Bingham

Relationships: Sam Eliot/Gareth "Grizz" Visser, Gwen & Gareth "Grizz" Visser

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, One Shot, Grizzam, Pining

[douxreviews]

Supernatural - ‘Don't Go in the Woods’ Review

"When in doubt, lie."

The boys went on a monster hunt in Iowa, while Jack hung out at home and went shopping. Guess who got in the most trouble?

Before I begin, you've almost certainly heard the announcement that Supernatural will end next year with season fifteen. OMG. I was actually working on this review when I heard the news. Which is why it's a bit late. I might have lost heart, just a little bit. We knew the show would end someday, but it was still a shock.

Okay, moving on.

The A plot centered on a whistling, cannibalistic monster with super-bad heartburn. Actually, I thought the Kohonta was just a different flavor (pun intended) of wendigo, but nobody mentioned wendigos. I'll freely admit that wendigos don't whistle, but it still felt like one to me. And honestly, turning someone into a Kohonta as a super duper punishment seems like a stupid thing for the tribal elder to do, since they created a monster that would prey on them. But I digress.

Sheriff Mason (Adam Beach) and his son Tom got some significant screen time. Tom nearly died because he didn't know what the Kohonta was. After they gave him "the Talk," Sheriff Mason asked the Winchesters why they didn't tell the world about monsters so that people could defend themselves. This is pretty much the eternal, unanswerable Supernatural question. Really, why? Is it because people who know the truth tend to die? Come on. Hunters certainly die, too, and nearly always too young.

It probably would have made sense storywise if Tom Mason had died, but they didn't really come down on one side or the other. Is it knowledge that kills you, or lack of knowledge? Dean was of the opinion that people are simply happier if they don't know, and maybe this is edging into philosophy, which is not my strong suit. In the end, Sam told Sheriff Mason to tell his son the truth, mostly because thematically, the Winchesters, as Jack's "parents," needed to tell Jack the truth, too.

Sam said he was good, that he was okay, but he really wasn't. You know, I think I would have enjoyed an episode about Sam on some sort of weird vacation getaway that didn't involve hunting, but the evil kept finding him anyway. And if I'm woolgathering and not talking about the episode, it's not a good sign.

On to the B plot, which was Jack hanging out with Stacy, Max and Eliot from the episode "Lebanon," and even though it seemed like fun at first, it was so obvious that something bad was going to happen. Poor Jack is only two years old. He's never had friends, never gone to school, never been anything resembling normal, and all he wanted was to be friends. He seemed a lot like Jeff Bridges in Starman at first, sweet and harmless, unfamiliar with the world. But then he wanted to impress them, to be a Jedi knight with the angel blade. Just like what happened with the security guard, Jack nearly killed Stacy because he was drunk with his own power and wouldn't listen to Max screaming at him to stop.

We've had a lot of time to get to know Jack and to like him, and I don't want him to go bad, but that feels like our destination, doesn't it? As Jack himself acknowledged, he's different than before. Without the weight of his soul, Jack seems mostly happy. (Sounds familiar.) Donatello said that if Jack seems okay, he probably is. Wrong.

It's interesting that Jack still cares about hunting, much like soulless Sam. I don't remember if Sam remembered how he felt when he was soulless, back in season seven. That might be a help. Funny how it hasn't come up.

Bits:

— Stacy and Max are a cute couple. I think they were just hinting at the possibility in "Lebanon" since Max was new to town.

— Did Jack think there was a way to get a real ID when he's only two years old?

— Yay for the mention of Ghostbusters! There was a shot of their video mentioning the Winchesters. And I'm remembering that the three kids know the Winchesters as the Campbells.

—- Eliot looked a lot better without his hat, much like Jared Padalecki. Eliot is obsessed with the hunting. I was thinking he'd end up a hunter, although nearly losing Stacy might have turned him off.

— This week: Polk City, Iowa, Big Creek State Park.

— Mini hiatus. The next episode airs April 4. This season is a little shorter, too; only four more to go.

Quotes:

Dean: "Morning, sunshine. What you looking at? Porn? Sex tapes? Nip slips?" Sam: "The internet is more than just naked people. You do know that, right?" Dean: "Not my internet."

Dean: "Good reading?" Jack: "Yes. Did you know article 246 of the Haitian criminal code officially makes it against the law to turn a human into a zombie?" Dean: "Good?"

Max: "Hey, it's cool. We know. About the whole hunter thing." Jack: "Oh. Good. I don't like to lie. It makes my stomach hurt. Like, when you have to burp but you can't burp." I really liked how Alexander Calvert delivered this line, how it emphasized that Jack simply has no filter.

Stacy: "I feel… bad for him." Max: "Same. I mean, living with a bunch of dudes. Their whole place must smell like beer, Kleenex and Old Spice." Beer and Old Spice I sort of get, but Kleenex?

Jack: "Dean says any music made after 1979 'sucks ass'." Max: "That's because Dean is also old." I know it's become a thing where the Winchesters are referred to as old because the series has gone on so long and they're not in their twenties any more, but I really hate it. Maybe I'm feeling my age.

(The Kohonta dissolves into green goop) Dean: "Whoah. That was like full on Raiders." I thought this sounded familiar, and voila. Dean has said this line before, in "The Vessel."

I didn't like this one quite as much as last week's Pleasantville episode. The monster was icky, the boys were unhappy, and I don't like seeing Jack lose his way. Two out of four silver blades.

And Supernatural is ending! OMG!

Billie Doux has been reviewing Supernatural for so long that Dean and Sam Winchester feel like old friends. Courageous, adventurous, gorgeous old friends.

[weirdochick56]

Weirdochick’s Master List

SPN (SUPERNATURAL)

Dean Winchester:

Series

Desensitized^- Demon!Dean x Virgin!reader (on hiatus)

Past Lives- Dean Winchester x Photographer!reader AU- (on hiatus)

The Seduction Game- Dean Winchester x Reader x Klaus Mikaelson (on hiatus)

One Shots 

The Shirt- Dean Winchester x Reader

Gentle Notes- Dean Winchester x Reader

Dress- Jealous!Dean Winchester x Plus-size!Reader

Imagines

Next To Me- Dean Winchester x Reader Song Imagine

the Sweetest Sin- Priest!Dean Winchester x Reader

Sam Winchester:

Series

(None for now)

One Shots

Car Ride*- Sam x Reader

Imagines

(None for now)

Castiel:

Series 

(none for now)

One Shots

Human Realization- Castiel x reader

Imagines

(none for now)

*

MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Bucky Barnes:

Series 

Enhanced^- Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader (on hiatus)

One Shots

Lollipop*- Bucky Barnes x Reader

I love you too, you big dork- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Imagines

Screen^- Bucky Barnes x shy!reader song imagine

The Bodyguard- Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

The Bodyguard 2- Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Steve Rogers:

Series

Sin- Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader

One Shots

(none for now)

Imagines

(None for now)

Pietro Maximoff

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

Speedy Savior- Pietro Maximoff x reader

Imagines

(none for now)

*

SoA (Sons of Anarchy)

Jax Teller:

Series

(None for now)

One Shots

Love You Too Darlin’^- Jax Teller x reader

Imagines

(none for now)

*

TWD (The Walking Dead)

Negan:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

don’t poke the bear*- Negan x Reader

Imagines

(none for now)

*

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby:

Series

Oblivious^*- Thomas Shelby x reader (on hiatus)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Oblivious^*- Thomas Shelby x Reader

John Shelby:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Troublemaker- John Shelby x Reader

Michael Gray:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Controlling- Michael Gray x reader

*

The Society

Campbell Eliot:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Trapped^- Campbell Eliot x reader

Harry Bingham:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

(none for now)

*

Actors

Jensen Ackles: 

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(none for now)

Imagines

(none for now)

Chris Evans:

Series

Mr. Evans I*^- Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader (Completed)

Mr. Evans II*^- (Sequel to Mr. Evans I)- Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader (Ongoing)

One Shots

Boggs- a reference to “she’s all that” Highschool AU Jock!Chris Evans x Nerd!reader

Imagines

(none for now)

Sebastian Stan:

Series

Designated Lover^ (taken from its Imagine counterpart)- Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader x Diego Tinoco (on hiatus)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Designated Lover^-  Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader x Diego Tinoco (has now been made into a series of the same name!!)

Opposites Attract^*- Devil!Sebastian Stan x Angel!Reader

***

[imaginefan]

Favour For An Old Friend *Part 2*

Campbell Eliot X Reader

Word Count: 634

Requested: Anon

Request: Please write a part 2 of favor for a old friend. Campbell one shot is too good to just leave like that. (Unless you want it left like that) either way thank you!

*Part 1*

Campbell kicked Ellie out the moment that he got home and spent the rest of the day thinking about what you had said to him, he wanted to talk to you about it but he figured that no matter how he approached it would probably seem insensitive, not that he's ever cared about that before, unfortunately, his curiosity won out and the next day he was looking for the perfect opportunity to talk to you.

You had however been making sure that you weren't alone so you didn't have to have to conversation you assumed that he was playing out in his head whenever he looked at you, the people around you didn't seem to get the memo thought and before you knew it he had cornered you to ask you all the things that he had been thinking "I really want to talk to you." He mumbled as he pressed you against the wall to stop you from getting away from him. "I thought I told you that I was done after yesterday." You glared at him as you crossed your arms. "I actually wanted to ask you about that." He said. "You're very close to me for someone who has a girlfriend." You tried to move him away but he just smirked. "Don't have a girlfriend? We broke up yesterday." He whispered as if it was a secret only meant for you and him. "What do you want, Campbell?" He asked. "I wanted to ask you about what you said yesterday, you said that you always had feelings for me, why didn't you ever tell me?" He asked. "You mean apart from the girls that you took home every day?" You asked. "You were jealous?" He asked. "No I was smart, you only want to play with me and I'm not going to allow that to happen." You answered. "What about if I said I really want to try to be your boyfriend," Campbell said and you looked at him and rolled your eyes. "Try doesn't make anyone feel confident." You mumbled as he looked at you. "Now you're just looking for reasons to say no." He smirked as he leaned down so that he was a breath away from your face. "Tell me you don't want to kiss me and I'll go." "I shouldn't." You mumbled as you tried to look anywhere but at him. "But do you want to?" He asked. "Sometimes the things that you want are just too dangerous to have." You mumbled as you pushed away from him attempting to walk away, you didn't get very far before he pulled you back to him. "Do you think I'm dangerous?" He asked. "Everybody else does." You answered dodging the question again. "I didn't ask what anyone else thinks, they don't know me." He said his gaze cast out towards the rest of the town for a second before looking back at you "you spent years being my best friend, as I ever dangerous?" "No, in fact, you made sure that I was safe every time that we did anything, that we went to parties and that's what made me fall for you in the first place but you never saw me as anything but a friend why have you changed your mind now?" You asked. "I don't like you walking away from me, yesterday when you said that you were done, it felt final and it made me realize that you've been here the whole time and I don't want that to change, I want you here more than I realized before we got here so, please let me try." He pleaded and you sighed as you looked at him. "One chance, you mess up then we're done." You warned him and he smiled. "I won't." He promised.

Requests and general question!

[imaginefan]

Favour For An Old Friend

Campbell Eliot X Reader

Word Count: 876

Requested: Anon

Request: Campbell comes to you for help, he is framed for something he didn't do and wants to clear his name but he can't do it alone and he knows you're the one to go. The two of you were friend's but when they got stuck at new world you 2 decided to not talk anymore the 2 of you do like each other but never admitted it. (One shot hope this makes sense) thank you.

Campbell was a friend of yours before you ended up in the new world, when you did get there he saw a chance to have a better life and decided that he didn't see a place for you in that model plan so he made the choice not to talk to you anymore, you didn't fight too hard for his friendship because in all honesty the ability to separate yourself from him was breath of fresh air. You decided to do everything that you could to help them build a society that was actually going to work. Your parents were lawyers so there was a lot that you picked up from hearing them talk about cases together or to others involved. You still however lived across the street from Campbell so you saw every time that entered and exited the house and it reminded you of house easily. He dropped you when he realized that there was a chance to get someone else.

Campbell was as smart as he had always been and when he was accused of being an accomplice in Cassandra's murder he knew exactly who he needed to call to get out of this, he knew that he had suggested it to a bunch of high teenager, it wasn't his fault that one of them took it seriously. "Are you ready to talk yet?" Allie asked as she walked with her arms crossed over her chest. "Go and find (Y/N)." Campbell ordered, she looked at him and frowned. "Why would I do that?" She asked. "She's going to clear all of this up for you, she lives across the street from me, she can tell you if I left the house the night." Campbell answered "and don't you think that if you're going to do something legally then you should have someone who knows something about law?" Allie thought over what he said before turning away from him and leaving the room. "Are you okay?" Sam asked. "Where's (Y/N)?" Allie asked, there were variations of 'I don't know' sounding around the room before Grizz offered to go and find you.

When you finally got to the house they had all been talking for a while and it seemed that there was something that they didn't agree on "will you stop yelling and tell me what I'm doing here?" You asked and you looked at the group. "Campbell said that you'd be able to prove that he was innocent." Allie said and you sighed as you looked at the door behind then that you assumed he was behind. "He's probably right about that." You said as you walked over to the door "can I talk to him?" "Yeah." Allie answered, letting you go into the room. Campbell had his head leant against the radiator behind him, a smirk spread across his face as he realized that it was you. "Why call on me and not your little girlfriend?" You asked. "Ellie doesn't have a legal background." He shrugged. "Campbell, once this is done, I'm not helping you with anything else, you were the one that decided to stop talking to me, I don't owe you anything." You informed him before calling out to Allie asking her to come in. "He's right, there a lot that I know about him, for starters he's never spoken to this other kid before we pretty much hung out everyday before we came here, he didn't know him until the night in question, there's no motive for wanting Cassandra killed, and most importantly there's no charge here." You explained. "There's a charge if it's true!" Allie answered. "Right, what was the accusation?" You asked. "That he told him how to do it!" Allie answered now, becoming more and more angry. "Right and do any of the people present remember him saying that?" You asked. "They were all high." She answered. "Including the person making the accusation?" You asked. "Yes." She answered through gritted teeth. "The last thing that goes against you is I saw him going into his house long before the shooting and he didn't come back out." You answered. "Can I go now?" Campbell asked.

Campbell followed you as you made your way out of the house and back towards your own "thanks." He said and you looked back at him. "I meant it when I said I was done with you, have a nice life Campbell." You said before turning away from him and walking in the direction of your own house. "You're only angry because of Ellie!" He called after you and you stopped walking, you turned to him and nodded. "Maybe I am! Maybe I'm angry because I dedicated my life to you, I fell for you and I wanted to be so much more than a friend to you but never mind, we're done now." You finally admitted everything that you had been keeping a secret before actually turning away from him and walking away, unknown to you Campbell had been stunned into silence because having you walked away from him made him feel something he didn't understand and the one person he'd ask about it was the one who caused it.

*Part 2*

Requests and general question!

[imaginefan]

Slow Down

Campbell Eliot X Reader

Word Count: 666

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write something about reader being afraid and starts to act reckless, Campbell tries to get her to calm down and snap out of it to not be stupid and make things worse but she isn't sure how to control her emotions. One shot.

Campbell had noticed a change in you, you were at every party and drinking until you were black-out drunk, if he didn't take you home you would go home with some random guy you met that night. Campbell didn't know what had happened to you but he was sure going to find out. He didn't care about many people but for some reason, he cared about you. Campbell managed to corner you one morning when he knew that you were at least sober and decided to ask you what was going on.

"So you going to tell me what's going on with you?" He asked "Me?" You asked. "Nothing." "Really? Because drinking until you black out almost every night doesn't seem very healthy." He said. "I'm just having some fun Campbell it's nothing to worry about." You waved him off, he frowned as he looked at you but it was clear that he wasn't going to get anything from you, so he decided that he was going to have to ask someone else, Campbell stepped away from you and allowed you to leave before going to find your friends.

"She's acting different." He said and they nodded. "Yeah, she was dating this guy, I think they broke up, she wouldn't tell me what happened but it's been ever since then." Your friend answered and he frowned, he didn't know that you were dating anyone. "Who was she dating?" He asked. "I don't know, she said that she met him when her family went on holiday a couple of months ago, they were talking for a little while and then all this started." She explained, "I tried to get her to tell me more about him but she just brushed me off, the last time that I asked about him, she said that they broke up." "Alright, thanks." He muttered as he sighed and walked away, something happened but he wasn't ever going to find out from you, so he focused on being there when you needed him.

He was at the next party spending more of his time looking after you but he had lost sight of you and there was only one place left to check that was the garden, most of the people had gravitated towards the house so there wasn't that many people out there, he managed to find you easily and you were trying to push a guy away from you and he just didn't seem to be taking no for an answer. Campbell walked over yanking the guy off of you before pulling you into his body "Get lost." He ordered. "We were just having a little fun." He reached out for you and Campbell reeled back punching him in the face before leading you away from the scene and out of anyone else's view. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, thank you." You answered, the whole ordeal had seemed to have sobered you up slightly. "Who was that? What happened?" He asked. "I was just talking to him, guess he wasn't here to talk." You shrugged. "Has this happened before?" He asked. "Not here." You answered. "What do you mean not here?" He asked. "Is this why you broke up with your boyfriend?" "How do you know about that?" You asked. "I asked your friend because I was worried about you." He answered, "you have to stop all this." "I can't do that..." You answered. "Why? What could be worse than all this?" Campbell asked. "I don't want to go back to feeling sad, angry and confused." You answered and he sighed, stepping forward. "I can't say that you won't be sad, I don't know what happened but I'm here, I'll always be here." He promised, you looked at him and you just cried, he wrapped his arms around you walking towards his car. “Come on let's get out of here, we'll go do something else." "Alright." You nodded through tears as he directed you to his car to go home.

Requests and general question!

[imaginefan]

Camping Trip *Part 2*

Campbell Eliot X Reader

Word Count: 600

Requested: Anon

Request: PLEASE another partnof camping trip its so cute and i just need to see what goes on after the cuddles

*Part 1*

The rest of the camping trip went as expected and nothing more came of you sharing a tent with Campbell, you assumed that you had scared him off with the comment you made before you fell asleep. You never mentioned it too afraid that you would end up in an uncomfortable and embarrassing conversation so when you all went back to school nothing changed you continued the way that you were before.

You had been getting something out of your locker when someone leant against the locker next to yours, you glanced over and saw Harry “can I help you?” You asked. “Missed you while you were away.” He smirked. “Oh really?” You asked. “Yeah, worried that one of those nerds was going to get to you before I did.” He smirked and you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “Then I heard that you shared a tent with Campbell.” “Your point?” You asked. “Anything happen?” He asked. “Why does it matter to you?” You answered his question with a question, putting the book you were looking for in your bag. “Well-” He stopped talking when you closed your locker, you felt the shadow over you but before you could turn they spoke. “Get lost rich boy, she’s busy.” Campbell lopped an arm around your shoulder and you looked at him for a second before you started fiddling with your fingers. You heard Harry leave after a moment but you didn’t move. “What are you looking at?” Campbell asked. “My fingers.” You answered. “Is that because you might kiss me?” He asked, you swallowed but you didn’t answer you thought about it for a second before deciding to apologise for the comment and hopefully move on with your life, you might have wanted something, but it was clear that you couldn’t have it, instead it became something he used to tease you and you had to get rid of that. “Look I’m sorry that I said that.” You finally spoke up and he didn’t say anything. “I know that it was weird considering we hadn’t really talked to each other before so how about we leave it there.” “What if I don’t want to?” He asked, turning you and caging you against your locker door. “What..?” You asked. “What if I think that you're really cute and what you said was even cuter? What if I wanted to act on it without all of your annoying friends around?” He asked. “You wanted that?” You asked. “You're not answering many questions.” He leaned in closer. “Are you afraid of me?” “No.” You answered, honestly you never had been, he was just another kid, people were afraid of him because he did what he wanted, he didn’t worry about what others said or thought. “Do you still want to kiss me?” He asked. “Yes.” You answered, you don’t even know why you were so honest with him. “Then kiss me.” He ordered as he stayed a breath away from your lips watching your face as you bit your lip before leaning forward, you connected your lips quickly attempting to pull away, the moment your lips touched but he chased you keeping you connected and lengthening the kiss, his hand pressing your hip to the locker as he moved closer to you, his other hand angling your chin for more access. “How about we don’t this somewhere a little more private.” “I.. Um.” You tried to get your thought together and he just smirked as he pulled you with him as he took you somewhere more private to continue what he started.

Requests and general question!

[imaginefan]

Pretend To Care

Campbell Eliot X Reader 

Word Count: 1348

Requested: @emaz-0225​

Request: Can you do a part 4 for pretend to care where the son is a teenager and he is having trouble with his bi polar disorder and the reader is married is having her third child since she had a second son. So her and her husband and Campbell and his parents sit down  to figure out a plan.

*Part 3*

You knew that things would change as (Y/C/N) got older, doctors had warned you that during puberty you were going to need to watch him very closely and help him as best that you could, whether that meant changing medication, changing routines or something else entirely. You had noticed that there was a difference in him/her and while you wanted to help, you weren't sure what was happening, you waited for him/her to come to you but when you were still waiting weeks later you wondered if you should approach the problem yourself and the question was answered for you when you got a call from his/her school.

"Hello?" You asked as you pottered around the house cleaning as best that you could with only one hand. "Miss (L/N)?" A female voice asked down the phone. "Yes." You answered. "I'm calling from North High." The woman said, "(Y/C/N) has been in a fight, we need you to come down so we can talk this through, we are aware of his circumstances but we still can't let this behavior go unpunished." "I understand, I'll be there in 20 minutes." You informed them before hanging up the phone and getting everything that you needed before heading to the school.

The first thing that you did was make sure that s/he was okay, you walked over and crouched in front of him/her "You okay?" You asked as you lifted his/her chin to look at you. "I'm fine." (Y/C/N) answered. "Mmm, alright let me talk to them and then we can get out of here okay?" You asked and s/he nodded, not really saying anything else, you walked back over to the teachers who explained everything that had happened and informed you that s/he was going to be suspended for a couple of days. You decided to try and speak to them on the way home "so what happened?" S/he had learnt to lip read for times when your hands weren't free, you had tried learning with him/her but you weren't so good at it, it was something that you still laughed about sometimes. "I don't know." S/he answered as s/he played with her/his own fingers not once allowing your eyes to connect when you glanced over for a second. "You can't just say you don't know." You sighed as you turned the corner. "What do you want me to say?" S/he asked. "I want you to tell me the truth because this isn't something we can just shrug off." You answered. "It's nothing Mum, don't worry about it." He answered and you looked back at him/her again but there was no indication that anything else was going to be said. "We need to talk about this, what even made you hit them?" You asked. "Nothing Mum! Just leave me alone!" S/he finally yelled, it was the first time that you had heard his/her voice in such a long time and it was because s/he wanted you to leave him/her alone, so you sighed as you pulled into the driveway, you opened the door without saying anything else and walked towards the house (Y/C/N) followed behind you and you opened the door allowing him/her to go up the his/her room, you walked into the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table running your hands through your hair. You had long since moved out from your parents house, you worked from home most of the time, you were still in contact with Campbell, some would say that you were actually very good friends now but he still lived a state over and wasn't always here when you needed him, though he always picked up the phone when you called, so that was why you decided to call him now.

"Hello?" You heard him ask from the other side of the phone and while you thought that you were okay, it seemed that everything was affecting you more than you were aware and you just started crying. "(Y/N) are you okay? Is (Y/C/N) okay?" "I- We're fine, I think, I just S/he won't talk to me, there was a fight at school s/he was involved and I don't know what to do." You explained. "That's not the only thing is it?" He asked, "you're stronger than that." "I think this all might have something to do with the Bipolar, you remember back when we were in school you were..." "Volatile?" He provided for you and you hummed in agreement. "Look if you give me a couple of hours, I can be there, will you be alright until then?" "Yeah." You answered "be careful." "Yeah, I'll see you soon." He said softly before hanging up the phone.

Campbell arrived in the evening when you opened the door he opened his arms for you and you sighed as you accepted the hug. "Is s/he still upstairs?" Campbell asked and you nodded wordlessly. "Are you cooking something?" "Thought you'd want to eat something since you dropped everything to come down this way." You shrugged. "Thank you." He smiled as he pulled away "I'll try and talk to him/her." "Alright." You nodded.

Campbell jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door twice before calling through "It's me kid, you wanna let me in?" "You can just come in." (Y/C/N) called through the door. Campbell opened the door and he saw (Y/C/N) sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone. "I think we both know why I'm here." Campbell said as he sat in the desk chair across the room. "Because I got into some stupid fight?" S/he asked as s/he finally looked up from their phone "mum is overreacting." "Your Mum is worried, you know it's her job to worry when you start acting weird." Campbell said "you should be happy that you have her, she wants to help you, my Mum and Dad wanted to cover it up, that's why I was... Different than you were." "What do you mean?" S/he asked. "I'm sure your Uncle told you about me before." He answered. "Well since you come back, he doesn't really say much, I guess because you better, and I was so young I don't really remember much of what he told me about you... I guess now you're here I don't have to remember the stories." S/he shrugged after finishing signing the answer. "When I was your age, I had more enemies than friends and everyone was afraid of me, adults and kids alike." He explained slowly "I wasn't very nice but your mother gave me the benefit of the doubt anyway, I still hurt her feelings, that was why she left." "Okay, so what does this have to do with now?" S/He asked. "Your mother is just trying to make sure that she does right by you, she isn't asking all these questions because she angry or disappointed, she just wants to understand, you and me we have something that she doesn't but she wants to make sure that she helps you in the best way that she can." Campbell explained. "And just yelled at her." S/He mumbled and Campbell looked at him and smiled. "I promise she'll forgive you, you need to go and say sorry though." Campbell said, jutting his head in the direction of the stairs that lead down to the kitchen.

You were plating up food, you turned to put the plate on the table and (Y/C/N) was standing at the door, Campbell was on the stairs behind him, "Mum I'm so sorry." He said and you looked at him and smiled. "It's okay baby, let's just eat and we can talk about all of this after, we can figure something else out." You explained as you gestured for him to side down before gesturing for Campbell to do the same.

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What You Know *Part 2*

Campbell Eliot X Reader

Word Count: 659

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you please write part two of What you know with Campbell.

*Part 1*

Campbell was true to his word he was gone for a couple of hours and you managed to find everything that was in the house that had anything to do with the place that you found yourselves in, you hoped that your parents loved you enough to leave you clues but with everything that you were looking at it didn't seem likely. What you had found looked like a bunch of engineering and science that you had no hope of understanding, you wished that you had listened to your Dad's excited ramblings more often now.

You laid everything that you found, there was a knock at the door and you assumed that it was Campbell, you walked over to the door opening it but instead, you saw Grizz standing at the door "Hey someone said that they saw Campbell coming out the house earlier we just wanted to make sure that you were okay." He said softly and you looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine." You answered with a smile, happy that you had decided to change your shirt so that it covered your neck. "He was just helping me with something." "He doesn't usually help people with anything." Grizz frowned and you nodded. "He noticed that I wasn't doing so well, and he came over to make sure that I was okay, he said that he was going to come back later to make sure that I was okay." You lied. "He's been really sweet." "Okay well if you need help we're here too." He informed you before turning and walking down the steps, you took in a deep breath as you closed the door, you rested your head on the door and you attempted to calm down. "You're a really good liar." Campbell's voice complimented you and caused you to jump in surprise. "You came to check on me?" You asked. "I told you I'd be back in a couple of hours but I had to make sure that you weren't telling everyone about our little agreement." He said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and lead you back to the living room where you had laid everything out to look over it. "So what did you find for me?" "I don't know." You answered honestly "it looks like everything is here but I don't really understand any of it." "You said that your parents talk about some stuff does any of this look like what they talked about?" He asked as he sorted through papers, you looked at them and frowned. "Wait! This." You said grabbing the list of different sedatives "they were talking about how long they would need to sedate something to travel, they wanted to make sure that there weren't any lasting effects." "So they used one of these?" He asked. "Maybe, this might be one of the earlier lists but if I can find a textbook on this stuff I might be able to figure out what one they used and how far they would have been able to take us." You explained. "Do you have a textbook here?" He asked. "My mum will have one somewhere in the study." You nodded as you stood up, Campbell reached out and grabbed your wrist stopping you in front of him. He was sitting on the coffee table, he pulled you in between his legs a s he smiled softly. "I knew you were the best person to go to, you've found more than any of them and they're working together." He gently run his thumb over your cheek and you couldn't help the smile that stretched across your face in relief and the gentle touch. "Now go find me something that we can use, we've got work to do." "Yeah." You nodded as you spoke softly before leaving the room by the time you got back he was gone again and for some reason you were almost sad about it.

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