#campbell bain x reader

[noirvouzzz]

Sunday Morning

Pairing: Campbell Bain x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: After spending the weekend outside St. Jude's, you return to the asylum, excited to see Campbell and give him a small present you got him at a record store. However, when you walk into his room, you find him in the middle of masturbating.

Warnings: Caught male masturbation, implied non-virgin!reader, virgin!campbell, making out, (slight) hair pulling, dry humping, boob sucking, handjob, blowjob, mention of rough oral, kind of public? (they're in an asylum so idk), aftercare, fluff.

Word count: 3.7 k

Author's note: Hi there, it's admin Kyra! I wanted to start by letting you know that English is not my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes. And I haven't written a fic in forever, so bear with me. I tried to make Campbells dialogues sound like his accent, but keep in mind that I'm not Scottish so I don't know if it's right :'). Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!! :D

You waltzed into the asylum door, holding your backpack tightly as you looked around the place. It seemed surreal, but you were kind of happy to be back. After getting a weekend pass, you thought they'd have to drag you back to this place, but living there for the past few months made the asylum feel like home. You skipped through the corridors, excited to find Campbell and tell him about the little record shop that you visited on your free weekend. You had picked up a small gift for him — a simple vinyl record keychain. While it wasn't extravagant, your budget had limited your options, and you couldn't wait to give it to him anyway.  Something that you hadn't expected was missing him so much. Seeing him every day made the absence of his presence over the last two days feel oddly unfamiliar. And, walking to the common room, you couldn't help but wonder whether he missed you too.  You tried to anticipate his reaction to your early return since you were supposed to come back after dinner, yet ended up deciding to do it a few hours before schedule. But, where could he be? He wasn't at the radio station because you could hear Francine's voice announcing the next song, and he definitely wasn't in the common room where you were standing. Maybe he was in his shared room, but that would be out of character for him. He wasn't the type to isolate himself in his bedroom, especially not in the middle of the afternoon. You thought that he could be playing the guitar, or he could have got a day pass and not be in the asylum at all. However, you decided to stop overthinking and just check his room; if he wasn't there, you'd just wait for him to return. Approaching the door, a fluttering sensation started filling your stomach while you held the wrapped keychain in your hand. You caught the sound of distant breathy groans and tried to peek through the small window, but the blinds were pulled down. Perhaps he was sleeping, but you still wanted to surprise him, so you pushed the door open and walked inside. 

Your eyes widened, seeing the scene that was unfolding before you.  The room was quite dark, only being illuminated by a little ray of sunlight that peeked through the closed curtains. Campbell was sitting on his bed, his cheeks pink and his mouth slightly open as he let out heavy, sharp breaths. His back was leaning against the headboard, which would make little squeaky sounds whenever he moved. Your eyes travelled down to his hands. His left one resting on his lower stomach, twitching slightly, and his right one moving up and down under his boxers, palming his cock before stroking it in slow and long motions.  Then, Campbell's gaze met yours. He jumped and quickly removed his hand from his underwear, before pulling up his trousers and draping the blanket over his body. 

“Lass!” He exclaimed and took an anxious breath. “ye're early.” Campbell mumbled with a mortified look on his face. His shaky arms tightly held the blanket to his chest. 

“Oh! So-Sorry I'll leave.” You let out, not knowing what else to do in this situation. Your cheeks were also pink now, and, as much as you wanted to turn around and disappear, your body wasn't responding. 

“Fergus sneaked oot… for the day, and I didn't think ye'd be comin' until dinner, so…” His eyes moved to your hand, and he tilted his head. “What's that?”.  You looked at the present and cleared your throat. With all this situation, you almost forgot about it. “What?… Oh… I got you something.” He leaned forward slightly and smiled.

“Aw, really? Yer so lovely.”

This was weird; should you just give it to him? The most normal thing to do would be to come back later, but you had been dying to see his reaction ever since you bought it. You awkwardly approached the bed and sat on the edge, handing him the gift without touching his hands. He eagerly took it and began breaking the wrapping paper with his still shaky fingers. Once the broken pieces of paper were scattered around the bed, he held the little keychain and looked at it with a huge smile on his face. “F-For the radio station keys” you quietly explained, looking at him. “Do you like it?”

“It’s brilliant; I love it! I'd hug ye right noo, but I haven't washed ma hands.” He responded, looking at you with a big happy smile. He loved it, and his excitement made you want to hug him too.

“I don't care, c’mere.” You opened your arms, and he quickly leaned forward and embraced you, holding you tightly while softly shaking you around. 

“Ye're too sweet!” He told you as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. His fingers started tracing circles on your back, which filled your stomach with butterflies. Campbell had always been clingy and touchy, it wasn't unusual for him to hug you or caress you. But you had just caught him jerking off, and you couldn't deny you liked the sight.

“Ye didnae have to get me anything.” He moved his face in front of yours and placed his left hand on your cheek. “I know, but I wanted to.” His thumb started brushing your cheek, and your breath got caught in your throat. Even though he was usually a bundle of nerves and energy, he was trying to be gentle and caring, as if he didn't want to scare you away. 

“Sorry for interrupting you." You joked in an attempt to make the whole situation less weird, but it didn’t help at all, as regret filled your whole body when that sentence came out of your mouth.  You should've shut up and avoided acknowledging what you saw, acting as if it never happened and never mentioned it again — or at least that's what you wished you would've done. But it was hard to avoid talking about the only thing that was on your mind when he hugged you, when he rubbed his hands on your back, and when you could feel his hot breath on your neck. 

“Oh, dinnae remind me,” he chuckled. "Sorry ye had to see that.” “It's fine; it was just kind of... unexpected.” He looked away and smiled.

“It was embarrassin’, ah'm still embarrassed.” “Don't be; you looked kind of hot.”  You let out without thinking and felt your cheeks burning. You didn't know why you said that; maybe you just wanted him to feel better. He obviously did look hot, that was true, but you would've never said it to his face. You usually tried to be more subtle, with some innocent flirting here and there, never like this.  He smiled, lifting his eyebrows. “Ye're sae mean.” His gaze shifted to your lips. “Teasin' me when Ah'm... like this.” He laughed quietly and briefly looked away.  Your lips parted after you licked them, and your heart started thundering in your chest. “I mean, it was a good sight.”  He lightly pressed his thumb against your lower lip, softly playing with it. “Ye didnae even let me finish before breakin' into ma room.” His hand held your chin and brought you closer. “I didn't break into-” You tried to finish your sentence, but the feeling of Campbell's mouth on yours interrupted you. He placed a quick kiss on your lips and moved away instantly.  “Shit— Ah'm sorry.” He said quietly, his voice barely a whisper, “I wasn't thinkin'.”  Campbell looked down awkwardly, he seemed more embarrassed about the sudden kiss than about you catching him in the middle of pleasuring himself.  You let out a chuckle and took his arm, pulling him closer again. “Shut up.” He looked at you with a puzzled expression, and you kissed his lips again, wrapping his arm around your waist and making him press you onto his body. He moved his free hand to the back of your head, his fingers scratching your hair as you intertwined your arms around his neck. 

You kept kissing for longer, lightly brushing your tongue against his lips, feeling his breath getting huskier and his grip squeezing you tighter. His kisses were a bit sloppy, you could tell that he was nervous and that he hadn’t done much kissing before, well, you knew that. He had shamelessly told you plenty of times how he couldn’t wait to get discharged to go to some party and lose his virginity.  He wanted to get drunk with his friends, meet a pretty girl to get her a drink, and take her home. And he was sweet about it, making endless unrealistic plans of spoiling that girl, taking her on holidays to the beach, and making her the happiest woman in the world. You had always fantasized about being that girl, wishing that he would see you the way you did, and getting a bit sad every time he talked about having to find her when you were right there, waiting. But now you were kissing him, and he was kissing you back. Leaning onto the bed, resting his back on the headboard, and pulling you against him.

Campbell hesitantly bit your lower lip, delicately sucking it into his mouth and trying not to hurt you, while you placed your hand on his chest.

“Y'okay?” He whispered after separating for a moment. He was still playing with your hair as he looked at you with his big brown eyes, eyebrows furrowing in worry.  “Mhm.” You licked your lips and gave him a small smile. “Are you?”  “Aye.” He smiled back and leaned in to kiss you again.  Campbell began to feel more confident, moving his hand up and down your waist and giving little caresses with his long fingers. His tongue was exploring your mouth, and his hand started sliding down your side and lingering on your lower half. You knew he craved to touch you, but he was too nervous to make a move. So you took his hand and moved it to your ass, which he instantly squeezed whilst he held your hair tighter.

You moved closer, sitting on his lap and sliding your hands under his striped T-shirt, sensing his skin quivering beneath your fingertips. Campbell pulled your head back by your hair and moved his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking, sending shivers down your spine. A little moan escaped your lips when he started nibbling your skin, which caused him to make his hold tighter. His eager lips released a soft groan as he pushed his hips up unconsciously, his body aching for some kind of friction to relieve the pain between his legs.  Your hand began sliding down his abdomen, resting on his lower stomach while tracing your fingers along his waistband. The more you moved with him and pressed your thighs against his legs, the wetter your soaked panties became.  You couldn't shake the mental image of him touching himself. You wanted to feel him, to get your hand under his pants, and make him squirm to your touch.  But this was his first time, and you were still in an asylum after all; going further was way too risky, but it was also really tempting. As you kissed passionately, your bodies kept moving in sync, hips pressing firmly and rubbing against each other, making you both struggle to suppress the escalating urge to moan.  “…can I?” you murmured quietly, your fingers playing with the elastic of his pants while he moved to look at you with an amused expression. “Really?” His breath got caught in his throat, and he quickly nodded enthusiastically, “Aye, o' course.” While your gaze remained fixed on his face, your hand made its way to his groin, pausing there for a moment. “You sure?” You asked again.  Campbell tucked your hair behind your ear. “please,” he responded eagerly, “but ye dinnae have to do anythin' if ye dinnae want to.”  From his nose down to his neck, you planted soft kisses that turned into gentle sucking, causing small moans to escape his kiss-swollen lips. You then moved your hand to his crotch, pressing and palming it in a slow, rhythmic motion. With a long sigh, he squeezed your ass, his fingers sliding under your shirt to caress your skin. Heavy breaths escaped him as his digits toyed with the hem of your bra. “Can I touch ye? Please?” he requested breathlessly. You nodded towards his neck, feeling his hand slip beneath your bra, cupping your boob, and tracing circles with his thumb around your hard nipple. While you continued kissing his neck, you unbuttoned his jeans, and, with a lift of his hips, he helped you slide them down to his knees.  Campbell held the bottom of your shirt and glanced at you, silently seeking your consent to take it off. Once more, you nodded, raising your arms for him to swiftly remove the shirt and admire your body. “Yer so beautiful.” He whispered softly and began gently caressing your sides, his fingertips gliding over your skin as they returned to your bra. You gently stroked him through his boxers, moving slowly, sensing the tension in his muscles building. Gasping in your ear, he fumbled with his hands, the movement becoming sloppier as his fingers trembled slightly. He brushed them under the hook of your bra, locking eyes with you while you nodded once more. Your bra loosened, and he slid it down your arms, pausing to meet your gaze briefly before returning to fondle your breasts whilst planting kisses from your neck down to the curve of your collarbones.  Moving to your cleavage, Campbell's tongue brushed its way to your nipple. He grasped your breast with his big hand and sucked you into his mouth, flicking his tongue and letting out sharp breaths. 

“Is that okay?” he asked gently, looking up at you with a caring expression.  "Yeah,” you whimpered, and he smiled before going back to sucking on your nipples.  He was getting harder under your hand, wet spots forming on his boxers as you slowly palmed him. You were being painfully subtle, moving slowly and teasing him, enjoying the sound of his eager sighs and groans. So, with a tender touch, you slipped your fingers beneath his underwear, gently tracing along his lower abdomen without moving any further.  “God, lass, ye're killin' me,” he whined, breathing heavily against your chest, “please, jist touch me already.”  Amused by his needy attitude, you decided to cease the teasing, planting a sweet kiss on the top of his head and removing his boxers. Looking at his arousal, you nervously bit your lip, your gaze switching between his hard cock and his hungry eyes. You took a deep breath and spat on your palm, and a sharp gasp from Campbell echoed at the sight. Your hand inched towards his erection, fingers brushing the underside of its length, provoking a responsive twitch to your touch. You softly held him, circling around the head, rubbing some spit and precum on it, and gliding your fingers along his sensitive slit.

Campbell quickly turned into a whimpering mess, attempting to stifle his moans while you barely even touched him. As your grip tightened slightly, moving up and down his shaft, his rhythmic breathing hitched, his body melting under your touch when you started going faster.  “Mmm… Jesus,” he whimpered, his hand trembling as it reached for your neck, caressing it lazily. 

“Is that good?” you asked with a cheeky smile.  His glazy eyes fell on yours, his lips parting slightly. “Mhm,” he whined, “it feels so good.” He jerked his hips in a slow rhythm, gently thrusting into your hand and panting with each motion.  “Really?” you responded in a playful tone, spitting on his cock again to keep your movements smooth. “Want it to feel better?”  Campbell’s eyes lit up, and he nodded almost desperately. His words caught in his throat; all he managed to respond was a faint “Please,” uttered almost silently. You scooted down from his lap, now kneeling between his shaky legs while you set your hair behind your ears. His mouth dried when he felt you placing a kiss on his tip. Moving quickly, he brushed your hair away from your face — putting it in a makeshift ponytail — and a low groan escaped him when he felt your breath on his skin, his cock twitching against your tongue as you brushed it up his side. Then, you made contact with his tip, swirling your tongue around the head and dipping it into his slit. You placed your hand on his hip, balancing yourself and finally letting him into your mouth. 

You began slowly, sucking gently and moving your head up and down while glancing up at him. He was admiring you, his slightly open mouth letting out grunts and sharp breaths when he ran his fingers through your hair. After a few minutes, you started bobbing your head in deeper motions, taking most of his length into your mouth and feeling it hitting the back of your throat. The room's silence was broken by Campbell's breathy moans and the wet sounds of your choking and slurping.

At that moment, everything about you appeared beautiful to him — your cheeks softly hollowing around his cock, the saliva running down your chin from your swollen lips, and your pretty watery eyes. With his free hand, he was using his thumb to gently dry your tears while using the other to guide your head, urging it to move faster. He was holding back, resisting the urge to hold your head and start fucking your throat, but he wanted to be gentle with you and let you take the lead, knowing that you had more experience than him and you definitely knew what you were doing. He wasn’t going to last much longer anyway; the feeling of your mouth and tongue all over his cock was too intense for him.

“Ahh… Ah'm gonna…” he whimpered, his eyes shut and his hand starting to grip your hair when his whole body tensed up.  You pulled him out of your mouth, still jerking him off. “Are you gonna come?” You teased him and kept stocking him quickly as he moaned, “Mmm… Aye, please… ahh” “Come for me, darling.” You groaned, letting him pound your hand until thick strands of cum splattered over your palm and his shirt. Your hand kept moving up and down through his orgasm, slowing down until he collapsed onto the headboard with a little smile on his face, taking a moment to catch his breath and recover. “Ah… thank you” Campbell purred and opened his eyes. He glanced at his clothes, letting out a chuckle. “What a mess.” He murmured under his breath, removing his T-shirt and using it to wipe your chin, hand, and himself before planting a soft kiss on your lips.  “You’re so gross,” you laughed, “could've washed my hands.”  “No,  ye're no goin' anywhere." He threw his T-shirt on the floor and pulled you into a hug, holding you and eagerly placing a bunch of soft kisses over your face. “Yer so perfect.” "Relax, Campbell,” you grinned, and he continued squeezing you into his arms.  “I cannae,” he cheered and kissed you again. “Cannae believe this just happened."  “Okay, let’s calm down." When he loosened his grip, you drew him onto your body, cradling him while he rested his head against your bare chest. His pounding heart began to gradually slow down, and his embrace was no longer crashing you, so you covered yourselves with the blanket and kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?” you asked, and he looked at you.  “Brilliant, Ah'm gonna remember this day forever,” he grinned and started caressing your arm. “Ah'm gonna remember the keychain, Ah'm gonna remember you coming through the door, Ah'm gonna remember yer pretty face…” 

With a smile, you held onto him, watching as he continued ranting and rubbing your skin with his long fingers. And then, you heard the sound of the radio echoing through the corridor's speakers. 

Up until that point, a stream of uninterrupted music had been playing. However, when Francine announced the final song, Campbell let out a sigh and buried his face against your shoulder.  Despite not wanting to acknowledge it, you knew that as soon as the show ended, the corridors would become crowded with patients and nurses. Dinner was about to start, and Isabel wouldn’t hesitate to walk in the room and drag you both if you weren’t there.  “We should get dressed,” you said, and he whined, squeezing tightly, “Come on, we’ll miss dinner."  “Ah'm really cosy,” he protested, nuzzling your neck. "Dinnae wanna move."  “Wanna get in trouble? You’ll miss your cocoa,” you responded, giggling and nudging his arm. He shook his head without looking up. “Get up then.”  Rising from the bed, Campbell began to get dressed, throwing on his colour-block hoodie and jeans. You, too, put your top back on and retrieved his dirty T-shirt from the floor. “You’re never getting the stains out,” you teased before tossing it into the laundry basket.  “I dinnae care,” he responded and walked to you, placing his hand on your cheek, “it was so worth it."  You smiled, he pecked your lips one last time. He took the keychain, adding it to his keys, and placed them in his pocket. Then, he took your hand while opening the door. “Ready?” he asked, as he placed a kiss on your knuckles.  “Yeah, let’s go.”  Campbell gave your hand a squeeze and cheerfully walked you out of the room.  “Ach, I nearly forgot! How'd yer weekend go, then?” He asked, lovingly gazing at you while waiting to hear all of your adventures outside the asylum.  When you decided to return to the asylum before you initially intended to, you could've never expected for any of this to happen. However, as Campbell led you through the corridors with the happiest smile on his face, you realized that you had made the right choice, and you would not change it for anything.

This is the first fic i've written in ages so I hope you liked it. If you have any prompts for Campbell fics x reader fics let me know and ill take a look :). Like, rb, and follow if you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading!

[schlattsdoll]

campbell bain headcanons

minors dni

my sweet manic bby <3 im just on a dt kick someone send help

campbell bain x fem! reader

ok so first off he’d be the sweetest most awkward bby ever

probably being his first real girlfriend, almost definitely being his first everything

he is always dedicating songs to you <33 “this next song is dedicated to my girl,

will even attempt to play guitar for you

loves seeing you steal his hoodie from him so you have a piece of him at night

sneaking into his room to cuddle at night

he loves when you play with his hair

constantly reassuring him & reminding him that you love him no matter what

campbell losing his virginity to you & he insists on it being something special

the horny teenager in him being ready to jump your bones anytime you cuddle

“awwe c’mon darlin i canne wait till we’re outta here, gonna make you all mine.”

he’s so soft and gentle with you, afraid to break you

[sailorvenusxoxo]

Sunshine on St-Jude's PT1/2

Fandom: Takin' Over The Asylum Pairings: Campbell Bain/Reader Requests: Through the asks, and not comments please♡ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63666472/chapters/163200340 Ratings: T Summary:You and Campbell, despite being the same age in such a harsh institute, don't get along, that's a known fact. Most things about him infuriate you, and you see your stay at St-Jude's even harder with him always around, and the radio. However, after some hurtful words, and a long heart-to-heart, it seems that Campbell's desire to loose his virginity is something that will lead to a more hopeful and beautiful insight on life and yourselves. You embrace the chaos, he embraces an ounce of control in his less-than-normal life, and it feels like a ray of sunhsine on St-Jude's. Warnings: Mention of sex, mention of losing virginity, mention of Bipolar Disorder... Words Count: 4.9k a/n notes: The smut will be in part two, this chapter is free of explicit scenes!

Needless to say, you and Campbell Bain weren’t exactly the greatest of friends. Granted, people rarely went all buddy-buddy in mental institutions, especially one as gloomy and horrendous as Saint Jude.

However, it was true some of the staff and people around you thought, that since you and Campbell were around the same age, you’d get on rather easily. However, the opposite happened.

Everything about him unnerved you. His cheeky smile, the way he’d gesticulate about everything, how he lit up whenever the radio was mentioned… But most of all, his spurred moments of musicality, with his guitar.

Especially at two AM. God, those were horrendous.

“All I’m sayin’ is, if ye think ye can get yer scrawny clawed fingers on me cocoa again, ye’re in for a defenestration Fergus style, without the comin’ back part!”

Campbell grinned, his eyes staring into yours, his smile not as warm as it’d be for Eddie or Fergus.

“And all I’m saying is, that a manic depressive perhaps shouldn’t be caught saying all those things, especially with a window near opened…”

You replied, your voice purposefully going a bit lower, your eyes staring back at his with a feigned pity. You knew it was cruel, but it ticked him off so badly to have you mock his lack of calmness, and imply he wasn’t being reasonable, that you couldn’t help but do it.

Campbell raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“What, like they can put me in a loonier place, or treat me like a loony level 78?”

He retorted, as you huffed softly, arms crossed, as your gaze wandered away from his eyes, to stare at the various suspicious stains left by other patients. They were, in your opinion, much nicer to look at than Campbell.

“Ah, hopefully they will…”

You mumbled, not looking at his scrunched face. Campbell grunted, shaking his face. In his eyes, you were the sort of bummer to interrupt a party, or try your best to disband the current hospital radio.

“Ye’re a pain. A bossy freak, that ought to- Eddie!”

He exclaimed, grinning, noticing his radio colleague, his partner in crime, Eddie Mackenna, walking to him, a jacket tossed under his arm, hands in his pockets. Eddie smiled tightly to Campbell, clearly a bit tired, but overall glad to be here, in his own gruff way. He nodded to you, before looking back at Campbell.

“Aye, Campbell. How are ye doin’?”

Eddie asked, his voice a bit hoarse, smiling to the younger man, clearly expecting the same antics from him. He eyed the radio booth from afar, checking quickly if everything was proper.

“Fine, fine, all dandy! All tip top and bouncin’, like usual…Ye brought the new vinyls? And what about that letter ye told me ye’d sent? I sent one too, just incase! Have you seen-”

Campbell started, going on a rant that was characteristic of his energetic personality. People often mistook his spurs of excitement for manic episodes, clearly unaware how actual manic episodes were.

Eddie raised his eyebrows and put his hands in front of him in a calming manner, to calm Campbell’s rant, and stop him.

“I sent th’ bloody letter…Let’s just start, aye? I promised Francine she could take over by noon, so better get ye started.”

Eddie interrupted him, sighing softly, his mind already on Francine’s shift, hoping it would go as smoothly as usual. Well, as smooth as things usually were here.

Sensing your argument with Campbell was dismissed, you took this opportunity to head back to the common living room, hoping to find something other than EastEnders on the telly. Your hopes were quickly dimmed, though.

Soon enough, nestled in a corner of the couch, after the beginning of an episode you stopped trying to figure out, you heard the familiar jingle.

Hospital Radio… St-Jude’s! “Hello lovely people of this not so lovely place…How’s everyone hangin’, there? Hope no one is, Ha!”

Campbell’s voice rang out, grinning in the booth, already excited for this. He was also rather proud of his joke, before seeing Eddie’s wide eyes look, and Rosalie turning away from her cleaning to look at him.

He cleared his throat, inwardly thinking his genius would only be recognised after his death.

“…Hum. Fer our first track of the day, we decided te start off with a patriotic song, aka, the hymn of Scotland itself…Ladies and Not-so-gentlemen, get ready te walk 500 Miles fer ‘I’m Gonna Be’, by The Proclaimers!”

Campbell proudly announced, as Eddie put the vinyl on, on Campbell’s go. He laid back on his chair, proud and happy, a bright smile on his face, as he listened to the catchy music, glancing on today’s music program.

He thought back of the lyrics of this song, picturing himself professing it to a nice lassie, just for him. She’d be thrilled, of course.

As the song ended, Campbell took back the mic, glancing at the next song. He smirked slightly, an idea taking over his brain.

“Movin’ on, we have a tiny weenie bit of an American pride… Glorious America! We move to a song that explains a feelin’ I very well know, and hope none of you do, “Like a Virgin”, by Madonna!”

He announced, proudly exclaiming he was still a virgin. Perhaps a nice girl, passing by the hospital, would hear it, and very selfishly propose herself.

…A lad could dream, right?

During the song, he was displeased to see Francine insisting to take his shift earlier, after only two songs. And while he was clearly ready to die on his throne, Eddie kicked him out, pretexting Francine was allowed to practice more, as a beginner. Campbell huffed, knowing Eddie was perhaps a bit biased.

He exited the radio booth, dodging Stuart who was cleaning a suspicious stain, and entered the common living room, grunting as he noticed Eastenders on, and jumped over the couch, to sit in it, not noticing the person next to him.

As he noticed it was you, cozily nestled like a bloody bat (in his humble and un-biased opinion) in the couch, he rolled his eyes, tilting his body away. He didn’t even want the particles surrounding his body to graze yours.

You turned your head to him, your face stern and annoyed. His quirky remarks and jokes weren’t funny to you, but painfully too much, and embarrassing. You scoffed, opening your mouth.

“…Do you have to reference your virginity at every bloody seconds? We get it, you’re a virgin at 19. Do you realise how common it is? You are not forty…”

You remarked, annoyed, not helping yourself from digging a jab at him, your eyes back on the telly.

Campbell snapped his head back at you, frowning, annoyed.

“I’ll have ye know it’s startin’ to itch fer me! I need te live a little, and loose it out, as a free man!”

He retorted, his tone biting, as his head rested on his hand, against the couch’s arm.

You blinked, your lips scrunching at his wording. Itch…? Ew… Why was he treating this urge or want like the STI he’d probably get during his first time, knowing his carelessness?

“…First, absolutely disgusting, never use the word ‘itch’ to refer to it again. Second, having sex won’t solve your mental issues.”

You remarked, your tone condescending, as if you knew better, when you were as experienced as he was. Campbell frowned, his eyes fixed on you.

“It’s not what I said.”

He stated, scoffing softly.

“That’s what it meant.”

You retorted, your eyes still on the telly, shrugging. Campbell let out a loud exhale, annoyed.

“Aye, ye’re a therapist, now? Explains why no one here gets better...”

He jabbed, raising an eyebrow.

“Or maybe it’s your bloody radio…”

You mumbled, arms crossed, huffing, as he turned back to you, angry and outraged.

“Do NOT bring the radio into this!”

He gasped, like an offended parent. He continued, shaking his head, building his argument as he spoke.

“It actually gives everyone a bit of light, and especially te those workin’ in there!”

He explained, more vehement and serious than usual, since it concerned the project that took over his heart.

“Makes me feel like I haven’t completely lost it, got it?Not me fault ye’re so stuck up ye can’t even enjoy music properly…”

He finished, on a more biased and personal touch, grumbling.

 “Excuse me?!”

You snapped, your head turning back to him, as some patients shushed you, focused on EastEnders.

“Ye heard me, snotty!”

Campbell retorted, sitting up, ignoring the shushes.

“I do enjoy music, but since you’re always hogging around the station, I don’t really fancy it, see?”

You scoffed, shaking your head, utterly baffled by his immaturity.

“Jesus Christ, what’s even yer problem with me, what did I ever do te ye?!”

Campbell snapped, getting up, his voice raising up, as he glared at you. You stood right back up too, ready to spill something you thought for too long.

The shushes stopped, the other patients now focusing on you two.

“God, it’s everything! You’re always all over the place, trying to have this place match your… bloody manic energy, when sometimes…For fuck’s sake, can’t you do a day of calm?!”

You blurted out, staring right into his eyes.

“No, I bloody cannea! What are ye gunna do about that?!”

Campbell retorted, throwing the pillow he had in hand back to the couch.

“Why the hell not?! Damn it, just an afternoon, of you not blabbering around, running around, like a toddler on crack, wouldn’t that be nice?!”

You almost shouted, your arms gesturing to the whole room, to amplify the lack of peace, as the nurses away started to notice the ruckus.

“I’ll tell ye what’d be nice: a day without ye bossin’ around the place, and tryin’ to have everyone as bloody miserable as you! Ye don’t want te heal, and you just want everyone te sink with ye!”

Campbell shouted out, as the nurses got into the room. The whole room quieted down, and not because of their arrival. Simply, you were stunned. Utterly stunned, to see that’s what he thought of you. And utterly terrified, wondering if it was indeed what you were doing. Campbell huffed, his chest heaving, slightly panting from the spur of rage that burst out of him.

The nurses simply looked at you, waiting to see if it was escalating or not. But as you noticed everyone staring at you, including Eddie, Rosalie, and Fergus, you blinked away some tears, mortified, before hurrying out of the living room, hurrying back to your room.

Campbell looked at your fleeting form, wondering for a second if he had gone too far, before his anger took over again. After all, was he wrong? That was what you were doing, at least in his view.

Meanwhile, back in your room, you were under the covers of your bed, sniffling softly. The tears were spilling as you found comfort and protection under the thin blanket. It always a habit of yours, to feel more at ease under a blanket. If your whole body was covered, even by a sheet, it felt like nothing could hit you.

A part of you felt mortified to appear this way. You knew it was dreadful to care much about what the other patients thought, especially Campbell, but then again… It seemed like their opinions did matter. Whether you wanted or not, they were your peers, now. And the thought of one of them thinking this about you was heartbreaking.

You didn’t see yourself as moping around and bringing everyone down. You simply didn’t. Sure, you weren’t the one always joyful and jumping around like Campbell, but then again, was it such a terrible thing? You had your own ways to cope, and they didn’t involve bringing other people down.

So who was Campbell to judge? Not everyone can handle things the way he does, nor should they! A spur of rage took over you, and you paced around your room, before grumbling, landing back on your bed.

Meanwhile, Campbell had taken back his shift at the station, almost forcefully, ignoring the insistent glances from Eddie, and simply grabbing the box of requests.

From your room, you cringed, hearing the speaker ring again, Campbell’s clearly irritated yet feigning jolliness voice coming through.

“And now, readin’ in me box of special mystery requests, we have, from an anonymous, a song that will brighten everyone’s evenin’, despite the sun slowly comin’ down. It’s The Proclaimers who opened our day, and will end it, with “Sunshine on Leith”!”

Your eyes slightly widened, as you realised it was your request, and the song you had asked for, anonymously. You pinched your lips, a mixed bittersweet feeling, as the first notes started. The sound was muffled, since you were in your room. Hence, you decided to step out, walking through the hallways, and past the radio booth, to stand near a speaker, that stood at an angle giving a view on the window, where a sunshine came through. How beautifully ironic.

Campbell saw you, walking through the hallways, and his eyes squinted at your sight, as the song played. Were you about to cause another scene, try and bother him again, and accusing him of simply existing?

But no, you simply stood near that used speaker, looking at the sunshine through the window. Campbell pinched his lips, feeling a tug of guilt at his heart, noticing the clear melancholy on your face. The mic shut for now, as the song played, Eddie approached Campbell, an eyebrow raised, treading carefully.

“ye know Campbell…”

He started, as Campbell grumbled, still staring at you.

“Don’t start.”

He interrupted him, groaning.

“I’m tryin’ to give ye an advice-”

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head.

“If it’s not about radio, Eddie, I don’t want it.”

Campbell retorted, adamant, his eyes still on you.

“Campbell…”

Eddie sighed, putting his hand on his shoulder, which Campbell shrugged away. Eddie sent a look to Rosalie and Francine, also in the booth.

Rosalie sighed, putting her bottle of Dettol down.

“In a way, we’re all tryin’ te make this place a bit more bearable. And…Well, we all have a different definition of home, or comfort. And despite everythin’, we all share a same thin’. The aversion for that place.”

She murmured, as Campbell closed his eyes, a mixture of insurgence yet guilt gnawing at him.

“…So, basically, ye’re tellin’ me-?”

He grumbled, as Francine chimed in as well.

“I get why you said it, I really do. But… It wasn’t nice to. We’re all…Tryin’ and failin’.”

She murmured, her eyes on Campbell, as he turned back to her. Campbell sighed loudly, his eyes falling back on you.

“…Fine.”

He mumbled.

Campbell exited the booth, Francine taking his place, as the music kept on playing. Approaching you, he cleared his throat, not beating around the bushes.

“So…I suppose I’m sort of sorry.”

He stated, his voice a grumble, as you looked back at him, frowning. You were surprised, pleased, but also still quite offended.

“…What a shite apology.”

You remarked, looking back at the window, as he rolled his eyes.

“For a shite argument. I wasn’t exactly wrong…”

Campbell retorted, looking in space, exaggerating a shrug and feigning nonchalance.

“You weren’t exactly right…”

You replied, your eyes squinting back at him. Campbell sighed, deciding to listen to his therapist latest blabber about emotional maturity, or whatever it was.

“Listen, I…I’m actually sorry. I ken it’s as tough fer ye as…Anyone else.”

He gritted out, trying to say something nice. He sort of meant it, after all. Maybe…Maybe he’d ought to see things from your point of view as well.

You sighed, reluctantly admitting that his words were rather nice, and much better than his previous ones. Things were indeed tough for you, extremely.

Just like…Just like they were also tough for him. You reckoned that maybe, if your way to cope was to control everything, Campbell’s was to try and light up a room, matching it to his ideal version of a world.

“…It is. And I… I suppose I’m also sorry. You’re just trying to make this place a bit more like you, a bit more like home, and cheer up people.”

You mumbled, sighing, as Campbell swallowed, surprised by your accurate words. Perhaps that indeed, he was always rather jittery to make himself feel a bit better, and like… A sort of home. Where his ma’ was better, and his da’ not disappointed by him.

“Aye, I suppose I do.”

He murmured, before adding.

“I just… I feel so bloody lonely here. I felt no joy or real excitement, before the radio. And now, I do  feel… better, y’know? More…Stable. And Happier, with all the animatin’ and hostin’. But God, I… I cannae understand how…All of us, who feel th’ same thin’… We can’t just… Feel better together. Or at least, not alone.”

He confessed, his thoughts dangling in a thread. You pinched his lips, grabbing on to his thread of thoughts, getting what he meant.

“…Because despite it being the same feeling, it’s different fragments of it. It’s humans. All the same, yet so different. No one could understand Manic Depression like a Manic Depressive, Campbell. And being understood is what makes us feel not alone.”

You replied, frowning softly as your words came up, like a sudden epiphany. Campbell pinched his lips, his face scrunching as he tilted his head.

“…I disagree. I ken bein’ listened to and heard, is what makes you feel not alone.”

He replied, blinking, pondering. You raised an eyebrow, a bit taken aback, but somehow trying to understand.

“…How come?”

You asked, as he shrugged.

“I dinnae know. Maybe because… Even if they don’t understand…The fact they listen, and hear you is… It means you’re supported. And it makes you feel not alone.”

He murmured, his voice growing a bit more hoarse, before he nervously chuckled, to diffuse the awkwardness he was feeling at confessing this to you.

His words made you wonder on something else.

“Then Therapists should make us feel not alone.”

You stated, following his logic. Campbell scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Not them! They’re paid at th’ end of the day, and ours would make anyone hang themselves. I mean…Someone who listens and hears ye, because they want te. Because they care.”

He retorted, adamant. You exhaled loudly, hands on your hips, pinching your lips.

“So…Care is what lacks with us. In a place supposed to be a caring house for us.”

You concluded, a gloom air on your face. Campbell stayed silent, his face keeping a bitter smile on.

“…Aye.”

He agreed, a cloud of helplessness and anger looming over your minds. Deciding you didn’t want to waste your evening listing everything wrong with the current system, you latched to something else.

“I reckon you’re confusing sex and love.”

You stated, arms crossed, as Campbell looked back at you, frowning.

“…Well that came out of nowhere.”

He snorted, scoffing. You looked back at him, scoffing as well, rolling your eyes and building an explanation.

“Just saying! But…Maybe all that eagerness about losing your virginity… It’s because you think it involves Love, and care. And it can! But… With the way you’re talking about it, it sounds like you’re going to jump on the first girl out.”

You mumbled, as Campbell frowned, offended.

“I am not!”

He protested, shaking his head, as you looked back at him, unconvinced.

“Oh, yeah?”

You snorted, as he glared at you.

“I won’t! I’ll find me self a bonnie wee lassie, with whom I’ll explore the joy of carnal pleasure and intimacy!”

He explained, his plan already set in stone, with this air of smugness he often had when laying out his future plans, as if they’d happen exactly like he imagined. You pinched your lips, your eyebrows scrunching.

“Well, that’s the thing. You seem so eager, and you’ll need time to feel comfortable. Especially fresh out of here!”

You explained, frowning. Campbell looked back at you, unfazed.

“Nonsense… I’ll meet the one, right out of here!”

He stated, adamant, as you nodded.

“…Right, that’s realistic.”

You sarcastically agreed, stretching your arms. Campbell huffed, once again offended by your lack of belief in him.

“I will! And after some days-”

He started, his plan already picturing itself, as you stopped him, already appalled, and almost… concerned.

“Days?! Jesus, Campbell, that’s too short, even for you! You’ll still be a bit…Vulnerable. You can’t put your trust and your entire being in the first girl you’ll meet out. It’s not fair to her, and especially you.”

You hurriedly said, shaking your head, the feeling of him doing something so reckless being almost stressful to you. Why would he do such an unsure, and stressful thing, without an insurance things will go perfectly?

Campbell sighed again, looking at you with bored eyes.

“Ye’re bein’ a real sourpuss, like usual…”

He retorted, grabbing the cocoa a nurse had handed to him. Somehow, the idea of him actually doing that was sending you in an alarmed spiral.

“Campbell, I’m serious! You’ll feel worse, losing your virginity like that! Especially on a whim-”

You spurted out, shaking your head, almost uncomfortable. Why did he have the feeling he’d have to do that? It’d only bring him troubles! When you’d lose your virginity, you’ll plan it before with the right trust worthy person, right place, and certainly not on a whim like him!

“Then how do I do it, huh, if not with the first lassie I see? Ye think girls are gunna line up fer me? I ain’t daft, datin’ a manic depressive isn’t exactly a turn-on…”

Campbell retorted, putting his cocoa back on the coffee table, half drank. You sighed, feeling a bit bad by his words. You supposed he wasn’t all that bad, physically. You couldn’t really see why he wouldn’t manage to get a girl, especially if just for one night.

“…Don’t go all pessimistic, though…”

You mumbled, rolling your eyes, as Campbell raised an eyebrow, his composure snapping. His little bubble of happiness and confidence broke, and his insecurities spurted out, like a waterfall.

“But it’s true! A-And, who cares if it doesn’t last?! Damn it, all I need is just a bit of hope, warmth, intimacy, and a semblance of a normal experience fer a lad me age, despite me bloody horrendous self! I barely kissed a girl, went on a date, me own parents wants te get rid of me, who on earth-”

He rambled, his face scrunching in distress and chagrin. Somehow, this sight tilted something inside of you. God…He was so lonely. So bloody sad, like a beaten puppy. But most of all, he really was like you. Afraid of disappointing people, hating the way his life looked, without any control or ounce of normalness in it.

This spurred an unexpected rise of confidence, but also desperation in you. In a blur of emotions, your hands reached for his face, quickly cupping it between your cold hands, before you planted your lips on his. His rambling stopped, as his eyes widening, a little sound of surprise escaping his mouth.

You quickly pulled back, a bit mortified, but most of all curious of his reaction. Christ, why was touching his lips making him less annoying? No, you couldn’t have the hormones thinking for you. It was the heart-to-heart conversation that made him less annoying.

But why had you kissed him? Was it good to kiss a man out of pity? It really didn’t sound good, but then again, it was also to your own pleasure. And despite it being a long peck, it wasn’t that bad at all.

As you pulled away, he stared back at you, his eyes wide opened.

“What the…?”

He murmured, stunned, as you nervously chuckled. God what have you done?

“Sorry.”

You murmured, mortified, as Campbell blinked, utterly speechless. It wasn’t that bad (to his own surprise), but why did you do it?

“Why did ye do it? Did I appear that pitiful?”

He mumbled, his voice going higher, a bit panicked. Your eyes widened, and you shook your head, fiddling with your fingers.

“No, no! Well, sort of, but… God, I’m the same. Listen, I don’t know why I did that, I… I’m sorry, but… For a moment, it felt like the right thing to do, and-”

You insisted, trying to explain your chaotic train of thoughts, that Campbell interrupted with a rather well-thought, developed argument.

“…It did feel pretty good.”

He stated, his voice dripping off surprise, and a bit of disgust. You swallowed difficultly, tilting your head.

“…Yeah?”

You echoed, cringing, as he nodded quickly.

“Yeah.”

He replied, his thoughts going 500 miles per hour. He looked at you, really looked at you, mulling you over. Yes, his current thoughts were making assess your appearances, but something in your previous conversation had shifted the dynamic between you two.

His thoughts came to a single proposition, that seemed nutter even for him. But almost…Tempting. And worthy to be put in his memoir, when he’d be a disc-jockey legend.

“I might say another loony thing.”

He mumbled, his eyes staring at you, shifting from your eyes to your lips.

“Aren’t we already loonies?”

You snickered softly, taking his expression. He weakly chuckled, nodding.

“Aye, but even for loonies, it’s a bit much.”

He murmured, swallowing with difficulty, wondering if he should do it. Maybe if you took it in the worst ways, he could feign a manic phase. Not ethical, but worth saving his arse for.

“What is it…?”

You asked, intrigued, and almost… Enticed? Oh god, you were enticed! You were excited to find out!

Meanwhile, Campbell was pondering over your previous words, about intimacy, being ready, the right person. Could it be, that the right person to be with, to experiment something people his age did, and to regain an ounce of normalness was…You? The person who could understand like no others the mental prison that was St-Jude’s?

“I…I feel it. Whatever it was, that ye were talkin’ about. The thing about… feelin’ ready. And comfortable. God, I usually can’t stand ye, but…I feel like…If I were to lose my virginity with ye, I wouldn’t regret it. Or feel judged, or…anything bad. It’s mad, right?”

He nervously chuckled, an eyebrow raised, looking at you and sizing your reaction. Your heart stopped at his proposal, and you felt your usual logical instincts go berserk, trying to grasp the logic of it. It was there, very thin and scrambly, but it seemed to be quite plausible. You quickly nodded, finding yourself to agree, as your two ideas; you kissing him, and him…Whatever his mind was thinking, collided.

“A bit. But the right type. Not the type that makes you creepy, or stay further here, but rather the type…To thrill, and makes you feel like you’re in a novel.”

You replied, shrugging, smiling tentatively at him. Campbell smirked, his usually cheeky grin making a very welcomed comeback.

“Oooh, do I sound like a character from one of yer porn Jilly Cooper books?”

He grinned, teasing you, since he had witnessed you reading some of those quite a bit. You huffed, playfully retching, imagine Campbell saying lines from Rupert Campbell Black, or Tony Baddingham. It was…enticingly disgusting. Or disgustingly enticing, same thing, right?

“…Certainly not, and thank god.”

You mumbled, a hint of a smirk on your lips. He shrugged, mirroring your smirk.

“I could. Ye know, te set up the mood.”

He playfully replied, an eyebrow raised, already envisioning himself getting into a “Playboy” Role. Maybe Rose Petals? But where did you find any, here? Chocolate was also nice, though they only had cold thick cocoas.

You sighed softly, shaking your head and looking back at him.

“…I don’t need you to act like someone else.”

You stated, looking away, ignoring the undertones of this sentence. Campbell’s smirk softened, and he looked back at you.

“Thought I infuriated ye.”

He murmured, his voice softer, and quite touched by the accidental acceptance.

“You do. But… I suppose that…It’s the same for me. Sleeping with you wouldn’t be a regret, Campbell, nor would it affect us badly. I think it’d make us feel… A bit better, actually.”

You stated, nodding your head, looking in space, once again trying to make logic of the situation, despite it mainly being driven by urges and painfully emotional needs.

“…Aye, it would.”

He agreed, smiling, his hands going in his pockets. You looked back at him, hands on your hips.

“Are we really doing this?”

You asked, making sure, cringing slightly, as he shrugged, smirking.

“If ye want te.”

He replied, with a hint of wariness in his eyes, actually checking for your full consent, but also a bit scared to see if you would decline on second thoughts.

You pinched your lips, painfully nodding, too proud to directly admit it was enticing, and quite what you needed. Or wanted.

“Do you want to?”

You retorted, an eyebrow raised, almost challenging and stern, as he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I do! I just said it!”

He insisted, almost snapping, as you slapped your legs slightly while shrugging, annoyed.

“Alright, no need for the tone…”

You mumbled, following him into the hallway, for a more secluded conversation, that you had already bullet points for.

Your boundaries.

His boundaries.

Where to do it?

When to do it?

Where to get the Protection?

[modrntravlr]

Campbell Bain in Takin' Over The Asylum (1994) x Reader

accidentally wrote a seven page outline of a campbell x reader fic instead of studying for my statistics exam so enjoy this moodboard i made for it during one of my actual study breaks. i’m not a hundred percent sure when or if i’ll finish this fic but i’m feeling pretty confident about it, so stay tuned for updates i guess.

[asta-writes-stufff]

Hii could I request a campbell x reader, meet cute fic? Either pre-, or post-canon would be perfect :)

Thanks so much for the request!! I wrote this with post-canon in mind but I guess you could read it as pre-canon too. Not very edited and Im not the biggest fan of the ending but I still think its ok :)

cw: nothing :)

wc: 849

You hum quietly to yourself as you walk through the small aisles of the record shop you’re in. You’re not really looking for anything specific, just browsing and seeing if anything catches your eye. It’s been a long day at work and you’ve got things to do this afternoon. All you can think about is how much you can’t wait to get home later, throw on a new record, and relax. 

You’re idly flipping through the rock section when you glance up and spot a Queen album on display up on the wall across from you, one you’ve been looking for for at least a few months now. You stare at it, hardly believing you’ve finally found it. It’s like the album is calling out to you, begging you to come over and remove it from its place of honour on the wall. You immediately bee-line for it, speed-walking through a few short aisles, just to poke your head around the corner and see someone gently picking it up from its display stand. 

The man holding the record turns to look at you when you let out a huge sigh. You realise you just did that out loud as he stares at you. He glances between you and the record for a second before holding it out to you. 

“Did you want this?” He asks you, giving you a smile that’d absolutely melt your heart if this record wasn’t on the line right now. You blink at him for a second before snapping back to reality to respond.

“Yeah I did, but you keep it, you got to it first.” You try to laugh gracefully but it just comes out awkward and horribly staccato.

“No, really, you can have it.” He insists, thrusting the record towards you. “I’ve already got the album, I just wanted this particular record.” He waves the record at you. Your eyes are drawn to how the fluorescent lights flickering above you flash off of the plastic wrap of the vinyl. God, you want that record.

You slowly reach out your hand to take it from him, finally processing how handsome he is. Cute hair, pretty eyes, fairly tall too. “If you’re sure…” You say slowly, flicking your eyes from him to the album in your hands. God, it’s almost as pretty as he is. 

“Yeah, o’course. S’all yours.” He chuckles at how awestruck you seem by the vinyl in your hands. “You been looking for this one for a while?” 

“Yeah. I have. Months. Can’t believe I finally found it. Been to every store in this damn city looking for it.” 

“Don’t blame ya, it’s a great album. Always loved Queen.” 

You suddenly remember your manners and look back up from the record in your hands to face him. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” 

He gives you that brilliant smile again and this time it does melt you. 

“So what other bands are you into?” You ask him, desperately trying to prolong this conversation between the two of you. 

~~

You both talk for another ten minutes before you remember you’ve got somewhere to be. God, why do you have to be busy now? When you’ve finally got this album you’ve spent hours and hours searching for and this really cute guy in front of you?

“I should probably get going,” You share hesitantly, “Pretty busy this afternoon. Thanks again so much for letting me have this record, you really don’t know how much this means to me, I mean I’ve spent weeks…” You trail off as you wander towards the checkout counter with him following behind you. 

He smiles at you again, clearing his throat once you get to the counter. “Before you go, I was wondering if maybe I could get your number? You’re really sweet and pretty and we seem to have a lot in common and-”

“Yes!” You cut him off, immediately cringing at how eager you sounded but brushing it off quickly. You scan your surroundings for a second, wondering where and with what you can write your number down before he’s gently pushing a pen into your fingers and holding the back of his hand out for you to write on. You give him a quick grin before turning your attention to his hand and writing out your phone number for him. 

The store clerk notices you at the counter and rushes over to check you out, and soon the record is finally, officially yours. You thank the clerk excitedly and turn your attention back to the man in front of you.

“Hear from you soon…?” You ask him, trailing off, realising you don’t even know his name. 

“Oh, Campbell. Bain.” His face flushes just enough for you to notice (and swoon) before he’s asking you your name. 

You tell him your name, giving him one last smile and a wave before pushing the door to the small shop open and stepping outside, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. That has to have been your most successful trip to a record shop ever.

[owen-writes]

Owen Writes

Male Reader Or Gender Neutral Or FTM Reader Only

Fem aligned people may interact and read but do not fetishize. No Fem Reader requests.

Masterposts:

Main Masterpost

Doctor Who Masterpost

Nameless Series Masterpost (needs a name)

ATM, I write for:

The Doctor (9,10,11,12,14,15) - Doctor Who

Rory Williams - Doctor Who

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who

Alec Hardy - Broadchurch

Cale Erendreich - Bad Samaritan

Campbell Bain - Takin' Over The Asylum

Crowley - Good Omens (Will Do Poly Ineffable Husbands)

Saul Silva (Platonic) - Fate, The Winx Saga

Cullen Family (Platonic) - Twilight

Sierra Six - The Grey Man

Jonah Simms - Super Store

James Marriott

Lucifer Morningstar - Netflix Lucifer

Rules:

No smut! I may write smut if I want to but will not write requests that are smut. (Basically if I get horny and want to indulge, I will.)

All smut I do write is for 18+ only. You're reading my work at your own discretion and I am not responsible for what you read on the Internet.

Gore wise - no explicit descriptions but cannon typical stuff I'm okay with.

I can delete any request if it makes me uncomfortable

I'm not really a fan of AUs or anything that strays too far from cannon.

Can be a platonic or romantic relationship. Aka dad or husband? (Basically I have some deep daddy issues)

I like to have dialogue prompts to start off. But it's okay if not. (I lack the creative fuse to make up a story but can sure as hell write em.)

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Drunk in Love — Campbell Bain x Reader

Sweet Jane Masterlist

Summary: Campbell calls Y/N drunk so she can pick him up from his station’s night out at the bar.

Warnings: Drunk Campbell; Drunk Campbell is clingy, Reader is mentioned to be much shorter than Campbell who is roughly six feet tall (I am personally five foot two); Reader is implied to not be Scottish but it can be interpreted by being from a different part of Scotland (I am personally American)

Note: I'm not crazy about the Beyonce song, it doesn't really fit, but if you had any other suggestions of songs about intoxication and love...

(Post-Asylum; May be connected to “Sweet Jane” or read alone)

"They were utterly intoxicated by each other."

"Even drunk, I am caught off guard by the way I remain intoxicated by you."

"Be drunk with love, for love is all that exists."

1994 *Six months after the events of “Takin’ Over the Asylum”

It was two in the morning when the phone rang about six months after Campbell got the Scotland Radio job. 

“Ahhhg.” She groaned, blindly and lazily feeling around for her phone, knocking some things over, and answered her phone, “Hello.”

“Heeeeeey! Baby!” Came Campbell’s voice, clearly drunk. “Oh, I love you so much. Also, I’m super drunk with Eddie and them from work. Did I tell you I helped Eddie get a job at the station!?”

“Yes, Cam. I did. I was there when you did it." Y/n said.

“Twice a week.” He laughed, “But I’m just so sloshed! I can’t drive and neither can Eddie. Francine’s picking him up. Can you pick me up!? Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaase…” He kept that high pitched tone up until she said yes which she was going to anyways.

“Okay, yes. I will, just stop whining in that tone.” She said, “Let me get ready to leave first.”

“Love you!” Campbell sang and then he started singing Goin’ Out of My Head before Y/N hung up.

She groaned and rolled out of the bed.

--

When she arrived at the station, everyone else was gone except Campbell who was singing, drunkenly, I Want Your Cray-Cray at a high-pitched singing voice dressed in one of his hoodies just as his girlfriend was.

“I want your cray-cray!”

"Hey, radio star." Y/N said, walking up to her intoxicated boyfriend.

"Baby! My love! My world! My universe!" He laughed, getting up and throwing his arms around her neck, with him being so much taller than her, he nearly knocked her over but she managed to get a firm footing before that happened.

"Why are you sitting out here? It's way too cold."

"It's too hot in there." He said and tried to take another swig of alcohol.

"No. No, Campbell." She said, wrestling the bottle from his boyfriend who was whining now like a baby. "Come on, let's get you home."

"You first. I'm loving the view." He flirted, looking her up and down shamelessly, as he brought his hands to her waist, running his fingertips gently on her skin, below the hoodie. "You know how much I love seeing you in my clothes, especially my hoodies."

"Campbell, you're drunk." She sighed.

"And I did exactly what you told me to. I called you."

"Yes, I did. And you did so well." She cooed, her hand cupping his cheek and he nuzzled into it, proud of himself. "now come on. Let's go home." 

She pulled him towards her car and helped him into the passenger's seat before moving to the driver's seat. 

Campbell dozed off on Y/N's shoulder during the ride before she woke him up.

"No..." He whined so she turned the car inside light on and he groaned, "Ahhhhhg."

"Come on, party animal. Let's get you ready for bed." She said.

Campbell tried to be on his best behavior while drunk but he felt anyone else would've just dropped him on the couch... but not Y/N, not his Y/N. 

She sat him on the edge of the tub in the bathroom. 

"How many drinks did you have?" She asked 

"I don't know." He mumbled without opening his mouth.

She brought a breathalyzer to him and held the nozzle to his mouth, "Open." He opened his mouth. "Breathe." He breathed. The breathalyzer beeped and read... ".16... so you had like seven drinks?"

"Sounds 'bout right." He slurred, nodding.

"Campbell, that's too high." She scolded and he pouted like a little puppy. She placed her hand on his forehead, he leaned his head back, looking at her with an alcohol-glazed lovey look, and then she felt his cheek and once again he nuzzled into her hand. "You don't seem cold or clammy, your skin doesn't seem to be any paler than usual. You're breathing is quick. So, you don't have alcohol poisoning..." She took him by the hands and pulled him to his feet, "let's brush your teeth, your breath stinks."

"I think a kiss from you is enough. Because you're so sweet." He flirted, leaning in for a kiss.

She leaned away from the kiss, making him pout and give her his puppy-dog eyes. "And you're so cheesy." She brushed his teeth for him and then told him to stay still in the middle of the bathroom while she got him some pajamas, slightly worried he might topple over and hit his head on the sink or bathtub. She got him a Radio Scotland t-shirt as he usually slept in a tee and his boxers. She brought the t-shirt as he started to shed his hoodie and unbuckle his belt.

She blushed, "Uh, Camps, here." She muttered, handing him the t-shirt, avoiding looking at him but he didn't take it and she looked at him as he had planned and he pulled his shirt over his head and smirked, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

"Campbell!" She said, sternly.

"Alright. I was just jokin'. I'll be out in a minute." He said with a drunken giggle in his Scottish accent and she left.

A minute later, he called, "Help."

She opened the bathroom door to find him just barely keeping himself from tripping due to his jeans at the floor now, pooled at his feet and him still being very drunk, and trying to put his head through a sleeve. "I'm stuck." She could hear the pout in his voice.

Y/N smiled, gently and she walked over to him, "stay still." She advised him.

"Never." He mumbled with a hint of a childish whine.

She eased him to stillness before fixing the t-shirt so his head went through the head hole and helped him navigate his arms through the sleeves.

"Aye, my hero." He smirked and she leaned up, gently kissing him and he never refused a kiss from her.

She was a goddess from Scottish or Celtic mythology in his eyes. She was the Baobhan Sith, the female vampire who seduced men with her beauty and he would gladly give her his blood if she asked. She was Mórrigan, the Irish-Celtic warrior-queen goddess. She was Cliodna, the Scottish-Celtic goddess of beauty, love, and passion. He worshipped her with his every being.

"Okay, superstar, time for bed." She giggled.

"Will you stay?" He asked, forgetting whose house this was.

"Well, this is my house. So..."

"I like to wake up, looking at you." He mused before flopping face-first on the bed.

Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed him on his side of the bed.

Y/N turned off the lights and climbed into bed. A few minutes went by before Campbell said, loudly, right in her ear, "WAIT!?" He startled her with the volume of his voice, making her jump and pull away from him, and he lowered it, "Sorry." She reached next to her and turned on the sidetable lamp. "What were you doing when I called you?"

"Sleeping..." She said, hesitantly.

His eyes turned back into puppy-dog eyes of sadness.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, love." He apologized, he cupped the back of Y/N's head. "I must've been pretty annoying all night."

"No, you weren't." She reassured him, puncturing each sentence with a kiss. A sure-fire way to keep his drunk self entertained--also a sure-fire way to keep his sober self enterained. "I'd get up in the middle of the night to come and get you as much as you need. I love you."

He smiled and kissed her before bringing her in so she could rest her head on his arm and he stretched the turn off the light and the two fell asleep to a morning of him whining about his hangover.

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Crossed Wires - Campbell Bain - Ch. 7

Pairing: Radio Host!Campbell Bain/Popstar!femReader

Summary: Campbell and Y/N reach a truce.

Genre: enemies to lovers, slow burn, modern au, reader insert, forced proximity, misunderstandings, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 9,179

Warnings: Swearing, Mental Illness, Alcohol Consumption

Chapter 7: For The Record

Beginning | Previous | Next (TBD)

PopCrave: Fans speculate that Campbell Bain might be involved in F/N L/N’s rumored comeback album. Amateur sleuths have begun scouring through his recent broadcast for clues about the upcoming project.

Posted: 3 hours ago

Campbell's foot tapped anxiously as he fidgeted with the glass of whisky in his hand. The liquid swirled around in the glass like the contents of his stomach. Y/N lifted the glass to her lips and suppressed a grimace at the taste. Silence stretched out between them for miles.

Campbell had called a ceasefire after their ‘little’ spat but the urge to lash out crawled beneath his skin like a colony of ants. All desperate to reach the surface. Tempting him to take the pain and urgency he felt and level the earth out in front of him. It mixed with the guilt in his gut about coping with alcohol. He could see Eddie’s disapproving face, now three years sober, in his mind. He wasn’t proud of it.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N broke the silence hesitantly. She paused, as one might while traversing a minefield. When no explosion occurred, she pushed forward. “I shouldn’t have brought it up like that, I wasn’t thinking.” A genuine apology. Twice now. Odd.

Campbell swallowed the urge to tell her to take her apology and shove it. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she meant well. He simply nodded, not trusting his voice to maintain the tentative peace they had created. She began playing with the rings on her fingers, fidgeting with them nervously.

Desperate for an outlet, Campbell plucked one of the rings from the table carefully, her eyes watching him intently as he began to twirl it between his fingers. The sensation of the movement was soothing, there was no denying that.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of Y/N’s mouth. Without a word, she handed him another ring, giving them each two. Campbell nodded appreciatively, happy to have a distraction from the thoughts threatening to drag him down to the depths.

His mind went relatively blank as he focused on the small objects in his hands. Without thinking he slipped a ring onto his finger; it slid over his middle knuckle easily. Campbell attempted to pull it off, only to discover it was firmly stuck on his hand. His eyes widened as he frantically attempted to yank the ring from his middle finger. Y/N looked up at his wild movements curiously.

“Stupid bloody thing won’t fucking come off” Campbell was now hopping around the kitchen as if that was going to help the situation. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at his ridiculous motions. He stopped his hopping and shot her a glare. “Yae think this is funny, yae witch?” Though it was hard to look intimidating while trying to pull a much too small ring off his fingers.

“A little bit yeah.” Y/N mused, grateful for a break in the tension. “Here, stop that, just stand still.” She stood up and walked across the room to him, holding out a hand. “Let me help you.” Campbell eyed her with suspicion. But she waited patiently till he willingly placed his hand in hers.

Campbell reluctantly gave her his hand, ignoring the fluttery new feelings that joined the complicated mix of emotions he was trying and failing to manage. Y/N attempted to twist the ring off as gently as possible, but it wouldn’t budge. She frowned as Campbell whined about his finger.

“Campbell,” Y/N gripped his hand a little tighter as she spoke gently, in the same tone the dentist uses when they say something was only going to pinch. Which is almost always a lie.

“Yeah?” Campbell asked softly. She looked up at him, still holding his now slightly red hand.

His eyes got caught in hers and for a moment he forgot where he was. Forgot about the ring, forgot about the fight, forgot about who they were.

“I’ve got some bad news” A sly smile slid into place. Campbell could barely hear a word she said as his mind went wandering off without him. Lost in a little bubble of a universe that only consisted of the two of them. “We’re gonna have to cut your finger off.” Y/N deadpanned. And the bubble popped.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Campbell frowned but didn’t pull his hand back. It sat undisturbed and unacknowledged in her grasp.

“Do you have any lotion? I’ll have the ring off in a second” Campbell’s frown deepened as she dropped his hand in search of something to get the damn ring off. Y/N went wandering off in a direction she assumed led to the bathroom.

“Oi, where are yae going? Have yae no sense of boundaries?” Campbell called after her. Yet, he did nothing to stop her. Y/N scampered back happily with an old bottle of lotion. It was lavender-scented, likely another Christmas gift from Rosalie. One of those box sets that came with a matching antibacterial hand soap. In a minute they managed to wrench the ring from Campbell’s finger.

The anger over their argument that was pounding against his head had mostly subsided now. Maybe, he was ready to talk about it. Silence hung between them once more as they both mulled over what to say next.

“I really want to apologi-“ “Maybe I was a bit hars-“ They both spoke at once, before pausing and laughing awkwardly.

“It wasn’t really my pla-“ “How long were you in-“ They interrupted each other once more.

“You go first.” Y/N smiled nervously, failing to hide the guilty look in her eyes.

“Why don’t we sit on the couch.” Campbell offered.

“Good idea.” They sat as far apart from each other as they possibly could on the old thrifted love seat Campbell had forced Eddie to help him drag up the stairs when he first moved here. He had more than enough money to buy a better one. But Campbell had a hard time letting go of things.

Campbell took a sip of his drink, readying himself to traverse the dangerous territory laid out in front of him. Y/N sat next to him as stiff as a board, looking as uncomfortable as he felt. He opened and closed his mouth several times as he tried to find the right words to say.

“How long did they keep you?” Campbell asked suddenly, deciding it was better to bite the bullet and face the consequences later. That philosophy had served him decently well so far.

“Pardon?” Y/N asked, pulling herself out of her spiral of thought.

“How long were you in the hospital for?” Campbell asked, staring at a stain on the carpet that was either spaghetti sauce or blood from one of his several failed handstand attempts.

Y/N sucked in a breath. Seeking to steel her nerves, she attempted to down the entire glass of whisky in one go. Only to gag and come up sputtering.

“Oh, good god, they make it look so much easier in movies.” Y/N lamented, desperate to get the taste of liquor out of her mouth. “That is truly disgusting.”

Campbell couldn’t help but laugh at her plight but sprung up to find a remedy anyway. He snatched the now half-empty bag of marshmallows from the table and tossed it to her without a warning. The bag smacked her upside the head before falling into her lap, a few marshmallows scattering onto the floor. Y/N glared at him as menacingly as she could. But the crooked smile that threatened to take over betrayed the manufactured malice in her eyes.

“You have terrible aim,” Y/N said, shoving an unholy number of marshmallows in her mouth.

“How do yae know what I was aiming for?” Campbell replied cheekily. He launched himself over the back of the couch and landed gracelessly next to her. The springs on the groaned in protest as Y/N shrieked in surprise. She glared at him again, cheeks puffed out angrily.

“I have to say, it’s rather hard to look intimidating with yer cheeks stuffed with marshmallows, but yae are pulling it off beautifully.” Campbell teased as he popped a few in his mouth. Y/N stuck her tongue out as far as she could without spewing half-chewed marshmallows everywhere.

“2 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days.” Y/N said after a few moments of them munching on mallows in a neutral silence.

“What?” Campbell asked.

“That’s how long I was hospitalized for.” She laid out the information between them like a peace offering. An attempt to make the gap in knowledge between them slightly more equal. But even in this small show of bravery, she kept her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

“Ah,” He replied. That was a good long while. She didn’t look any more comfortable than she had been when she first walked in the door. “How about this, for every question I ask yae, yae get to ask me one.” He offered his own little peace offering. “I’m pretty much an open book, ask me anything yae like.”

Y/N fiddled with her fingers for a moment, considering his proposition. Before sticking out her hand to Campbell for him to shake.

“You have a deal.” She said, with an unnecessarily serious look on her face. Campbell shook her hand roughly.

“Do yer worst.” He said with an impish smile. Her eyebrows pinched together as she thought over her question. Best to start simple.

“Why did you move away from Glasgow?”

“Aye, that’s an easy one, yer not even trying! Why no ask about my dark and tortured past, oh wait.” Campbell couldn’t stop himself from taking a small jab at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Just answer the question, Campbell.”

“Fine,” Campbell whined, drawing out the syllables. Of all the fears he had while proposing this game, it being boring was not one of them. “I came to the States to be a DJ. To get a job at a station that reached a lot further than the ones in Glasgow. Just moving on up in my career really.”

“Don’t you ever miss your fam-?” Y/N attempted to follow up before Campbell interjected.

“Ah ah ah, it’s my turn now. Thems the rules we agreed on. Shook on it and everything” Campbell quickly steered away from the topic of his family. He wiggled his fingers to emphasize the significance of their handshake and hoped Y/N couldn’t see how close she had stepped to a land mine.

“Fine, fine, continue the interroga- I mean interview.” Y/N lifted up her hands in mock surrender. Campbell tapped a finger on his chin, pretending to think about what he next question would be. But he already knew. It had been nagging him for almost a year now.

“Why did you and Roger break up?” Campbell asked the question, picking at some marshmallow stuck beneath his nails with feigned disinterest. As though there was no personal stake in it. Which there wasn’t. Obviously.

Y/N let out a humorless laugh. She stood up and walked to the kitchen, refilling her glass with a scrunch of her nose.

“Do you want the long answer or the short one?” She said, sipping from her glass.

“We’ve got the time, haven’t we?” He said, insatiably curious. His mind swirled with every possibility. But the piece that nagged him, pulling at his pant leg like a small child with a burning question. Why did seeing Campbell and Y/N together make Rodger so mad?

“I suppose we do.” Y/N drawled out, stretching her arms above her head with a groan. A clear attempt to stall but Campbell didn’t mind. He liked the view from the couch. The hem of her wool sweater rose up ever so slightly.

It was a dangerous game he was playing, letting his mind wander. But he never did have the common sense to maintain a healthy amount of fear.

“Alright then, you’ll get both.” Y/N perched on top of the kitchen table, crossing one leg over the other. “Short answer: he’s a scumbag.” As Y/N hissed out the words she enunciated her point with a wave of her glass, raising it in the air as a mock toast to his douchebaggery.

“Well, I coulda told yae that ages ago.” Campbell said, hanging over the back of the couch, watching her movements with a level of interest he would never admit out loud.

“Did I ask for your opinion, Bain?” Y/N drew out his last name slowly and deliberately like she was sharpening a knife. Her tone was low and serious, but the twinkle in her eyes and the playful smirk on her face betrayed her. It was all a game.

Campbell hopped over the back of the couch and strode over to her. His heart sped up with each step he took. Just a step too close for comfort, he stopped.

“Nae, but yer in my house, drinking my whiskey so yer going to hear it anyway.” He ducked his head down and spoke close to her ear, voice as low and even as he could manage. If she wanted to play games, that was just fine. Campbell was quite good at playing pretend. Y/N could try to get under his skin all she wanted, but he wasn’t going down without a fight. He heard her breath hitch in her throat, but she said nothing. Good, he’d won this round.

He dropped the serious demeanor and bounced out of her space as quickly as he’d entered it. The old linoleum floor of his kitchen creaked with each step. A shit-eating grin took over most of his face. Y/N's shock at his actions faded, morphing into a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes.

“What?” he asked innocently as she studied him. It was a dangerous game they were playing, dancing around the tension between them like a bonfire. The nature of which, neither of them fully understood. Her eyes darted to the anxious tapping of Campbell’s foot. She grinned like the Cheshire cat.

“Nothing, Campbell, nothing at all.” She said taking a long sip from her glass, hiding her disgust better than she was hiding the flush of her cheeks. “So! Rodger the douche.” Y/N pivoted the conversation quickly. Right. Him.

“Aye, quite possibly the only person in this world I like less than you.” Campbell drawled out. Y/N frowned.

“Really? I’ve been trying so hard too.” She pouted slightly.

“What cannae say? Yer just not on his level of cartoonish evil. Keep trying though I’m sure you’ll get it.” Campbell teased. It felt nice, falling back into their comfortable routine of teasing and goading each other on. The tone was different this time. There was no longer this underlying intention of causing harm, that unhealthy need to win. It was softer, more reverent.  

Y/N worried her bottom lip with her teeth. The bitter taste of shame rising up in her throat. “I really am sorry… for digging into your life like that. I had no business.”

“Eh, it is what is I guess. Did you handle that with all the grace of an orange cat in an art studio? Absolutely! It’s just… hard to talk about I guess.” Campbell dismissed the apology with an unconvincing wave of his hand.

“I get that. Still, thanks for not kicking me out for being an inconsiderate idiot.” Y/N attempted Campbell smile by insulting herself, a formerly favorite pastime of his, but he stayed down. He’d been like this the last few years. Even if she hated him, she could sense the change. Gone was the happy-go-lucky ball of energy. In its place was a melancholy shell of a man, just going through the motions.

“Aye, well, there’s still time. Now answer the question!” Campbell didn’t like the way she looked at him. It was like he was a bug under a microscope. If Y/N registered his deflection, she didn’t let on.

“Right, the long answer. He wasn’t always so-“

“Evil?” Campbell interrupted

“No-“

“Self-centered? Entitled? Narcissist? This a great game, I could do this all day.”

“I was just going to say mean, but I suppose that works too.” Y/N laughed despite herself. “He used to be nice to me you know? Always telling me how talented I was. Just showering me endlessly with gifts.” Her eyes stared off behind him as if the scene was playing out in real time. She gave a small watery smile. “But he would get so jealous. Insanely so. At first, I thought it was cute, how much he cared about me. But it wasn’t caring, not really. It was about control.”

Campbell didn’t say a word.

“I don’t think never expected me to be so successful. He always said it, but he never meant it. Putting me on the radio, booking that interview with you” Y/N looked at Campbell as she spoke. “It was just another one of his elaborate gifts.” A self-satisfied smirk wormed it way onto her face. “If Rodger had it his way, I would’ve been a one-hit wonder spending the rest of my life cleaning up after him and his brood.”

Campbell snorted into his drink upon hearing her say the word brood, whiskey burned the inside of his nostrils. Y/N laughed. He simply held up his middle finger as he hacked up a lung.

Finally gaining his composure, after what felt like minutes of coughing. “So, he wanted you to be a housewife, that’s why you left?”

“Hey, it’s not your turn to ask a question.” Y/N scolded, clearly sick of discussing her ex-fiancé. Campbell held his hands up in mock surrender. “Do you mind turning on some music? I can hear myself think and I don’t like it.” Campbell barked a laugh and nodded.

“Hell yeah, I can play some music, it’s literally all I do all day.” Campbell bounded excitedly, beckoning her to follow him over to his record collection. Two floor-to-ceiling shelves stuffed to the brim with vinyl records from various decades stood on either side of a large state-of-the-art record player with built-in speakers. It was by far the most expensive thing in Campbell’s apartment. Most of his money went to upgrading his sound system and hunting down old records. Not much had changed since he was 19.

Campbell gestured grandly to his prized collection. “Pick anything you like!” He urged gleefully as he launched into a long-winded explanation of his overly complicated filing system, first by color, then by year, and finally by the first letter of the band name. The system created a beautiful rainbow gradient cascading down his shelves. Somehow, he was the only one who could find anything- which he could not for the life of him understand.

If Campbell had taken a moment to breathe between monologues about the development of sound systems over the years, he would have seen Y/N's eyes following him with great interest. Eyes sparkling with thinly veiled adoration. He had such passion. So much love for the subject that it nearly knocked her off her feet. She had never seen him so… happy. Her heart broke. Just a little.

For just a moment, she could see it. See Him. The bright-eyed kid from the photograph. The one she’d caught glimpses of in the early days of their interviews. But those moments grew fewer and farther between. Each year she watched a little more fade away. She couldn’t quite explain how angry it made her. To watch him slip away like that. Like witnessing a supernova slowly die. Even if he was the bane of her existence, he was a worthy foe.

Y/N felt a stab of guilt. It coiled around like a snake and sat like lead in her guts. She had noticed slowly over time, him falling into an intolerably mundane sort of predictability. Just going through the motions. She wanted fire. She wanted him to put up a good fight. So, in that fourth interview… she went too far.

“I’m… sorry… for what I said.” Y/N interrupted Campbell’s rant about modern music productions' inferiority. She pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her hands. Eyes glued to the floor with guilt. He cocked his head to the side and frowned, looking much like a confused puppy.

“Whaddya mean? I already said yae were fine, yae didn’t think it through and I overreacted. We’re even now, dinnae worry about it.” Campbell's voice soothed as his brows furrowed together. He crouched down, attempting to catch her eye.

“No, not that.” Y/N’s voice trailed off. “It was a while ago.” This shyness wasn’t like her. Campbell shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. He preferred it when they spent every second together like two feral cats in an alley. All claws and puffed-up tails. This was… far too intimate.

She sighed and gathered her courage, bolstered by the two glasses of whiskey. Dear lord, this whole apologizing business was much harder than it looked. And Y/N sure wasn’t making it look easy.

“Ugh, turn around,” Y/N demanded, voice laced with irritation. Campbell blanched.

“Oi, why do I have to turn around, what did I do,” Campbell whined indignantly. Was it rather childish? Yes. But when did he ever have the time to care about something as ridiculous as that?

“Can’t you just do what you’re told? This is hard enough for me to admit as it is.” Y/N rolled her eyes. Stomping a foot in an equally childish manner.

“Never.” Campbell narrowed his eyes at her. He absolutely detested being told what to do, but he did it anyway.

“Thank you.” Y/N ground out. She took a deep breath and just let whatever was on her mind spill out onto the carpet in a garbled mess of word salad. “I’m sorry for what I said that interview three years ago. When you weren’t fighting back like you usually did. And it made me so mad. Like I wasn’t even worth insulting properly. You were just phoning in your insults, saying the same tired old thing that every other half-brain critic was saying. I mean come on my lyrics are predictable? You said the same exact thing when you met me!” At this point, Y/N began to flail her arms emphatically. Campbell’s shoulders shook with laughter. She really cared about this, huh?

“Hey! Stop laughing I’m trying to apologize here!” That just made him laugh harder, nearly doubled over.

“Fine, fine” Campbell’s mirthful voice was broken up by laughter. “It’s just, yer so serious” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Yae mean ta tell me this entire time we’ve been tearing each others throats out, yae’ve been enjoying it?” What Campbell wouldn’t admit, is that he enjoyed it too, immensely. “Never woulda taken yae for a masochist. But hey, different strokes and all of that.” Campbell muttered under his breath. With a barely concealed smirk he waited for the remark to get under her skin.

“Wouldn’t it be Sado-masochist if I’m also just as mean to you?” Y/N wondered aloud. “Anyway, that’s not the point. Just shut up and let me apologize to you!” She groaned.

“Yae’re so good at apologizing, not mean or forceful at all.” Sarcasm dripped from Campbell’s voice like sticky sweet honey. He couldn’t see her face, but he could see the image of her eyes rolling as clear as day.

“Our banter just wasn’t flowing like it usually did. You weren’t… you weren’t being you. At least not the you I’d come to know. And even depend on a little bit.” The last bit came out rushed and quiet, swept away by the words that came after it so quickly Campbell could barely comprehend them, much less respond. “You just looked so dead-eyed. It’s like you didn’t even care to be there. That spark, the one that knocked me on my ass just a couple of years before was gone. It just made me angry. So, I pushed. I went too far. Knowing what I know now, I see I went even further over the line than I thought…” He didn’t need her to say anything more to understand what she meant.

“I believe yer words were ‘talentless friendless hack’ if I remember correctly” Campbell repeated her words back to her with only a small amount of bitterness. Y/N grimaced like she had just watched a toddler face plant on concrete.

“Okay so maybe I went overboard. I know you’re not actually a talentless friendless hack.”

“Aye, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Though I have to say friendless was a little harsh.”

“Yeah probably, but hey! To be fair, you gave as much as you got. I definitely got more than I bargained for- Hold on a minute” Y/N interrupted herself and walked over to study one of the vinyls tucked away amongst Campbell's extensive collection. He watched her movement with a raised eyebrow, confused as his eyes trailed down her arm to the album, she was moments away from pulling off the shelf. Oh crap.

“Ha!” Y/N exclaimed with humor and a load of arrogance. Campbell could barely stand to look at her shit-eating grin as she held up the album like a trophy. A copy of her third album. “You are such a liar Campbell Bain.” She teased as she flipped open the album.  The old promo pictures stared back at her like a haunting caricature of what used to be. Those feelings could wait. This was a golden opportunity she just couldn’t waste.

“I am not!” Campbell attempted to defend himself. Jaw dropped in indignant disbelief.

“Youuu,” Y/n pointed an accusatory finger in his face. Campbell went a bit cross-eyed attempting to look at the digit that sat mere centimeters away from his nose. “like my music. Admit it.” She gloated, unable to contain the massive smile on her face.

“It was purely for research, don’t flatter yerself.” Campbell tried to remain calm. This was not good. His cheeks slowly started to heat up. Y/N cocked her head to the side. She had that look in her eye. The dangerous one. The one that usually ended up with Campbell screaming into his pillow and winning arguments in the shower three days later.

“Oh really? Just research?” She stressed the word as she leaned in a fraction of an inch closer. Campbell swallowed loudly. “Then tell me why, you have a special edition, hm?” He had no answer. “Not only that, but a LIMITED RELEASE special edition.”

“Is it really?” Campbell tried to sound surprised but the pitch of his voice being an octave higher than normal might’ve given it away.

“Campbell these sold out in less than two hours.” Y/N bit down on her bottom lip to keep her smirk from morphing into a cheesy smile. Campbell shrugged and made an unconvincing noise. Something between a mumble and a high-pitched whine.

“See, even if I did believe you,” Y/N spoke slowly and intentionally as she pulled the vinyl out of its slip. She placed it gently on the record player, side A up. And let it play. “You’re forgetting the fact that you,” she ennunciated her point by poking a finger into Campbell’s chest. “Played my song on the radio today.” Y/N eyes sparkled with mischief. “From this album.” Her smile grew wider. His heart beat faster. He swore he could feel the blood moving in his veins. “Of your own free will?”

Her last statement sounded like more of a question. Like maybe perhaps some masked gunman had forced his hand. That was a far more likely scenario. Easier to believe than Campbell well and truly enjoying even a small piece of her work.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand you, Campbell.” She meant it to sound light-hearted. She really did. But it came out in the same way one might wonder about the light of the stars reaching the earth. Meanwhile, Campbell was half-wondering if the stars had fallen out of the sky right into her eyes.

The light plucky piano melody of the opening track floated through the air. A sweet melancholic ballad that contains more chords than words. A simple lullaby. An insanely bold choice for an album opener. Frankly, the organization of the tracklist was a complete mess. As though someone had dropped each of the songs into a hat and plucked them out at random. And that’s exactly what Campbell loved about it. It was unpredictable and messy. It had soaring highs and crushing lows. A disastrously beautiful kaleidoscope of emotions that he couldn’t help but feel a kinship with.

Neither of them were sure how long they stood there. In silence. Trying in vain to find the depth of the other’s soul through the black hole of their eyes. One could logically argue, less than the length of a traditional pop song. But trapped there, in their own little universe. It felt like hours.

Cymbals crashed through the delicate moment like a runaway train. Ah yes, track two, the percussion-heavy vengeful follow-up to a sleepy little lullaby. The pair quickly stepped apart, suddenly aware of how close they’d gotten. Y/N turned away and pretended to study the vinyl lined up on the shelf.

“Okay, fine.” Campbell conceded, the jig was up. “Maybe, this album isn’t the worst…” He attempted to downplay his fondness.

“Not the worst? Glowing praise coming from you.” She smiled knowingly as she ran her fingers along the tattered edges of the album, well-worn from use.

Y/N pulled the lyric book out and began flipping through the pages. “You know, a lot of magazines said this was the worst album I’ve ever released.” The casual air she attempted to bring to her words fell flat. Pretend as she might, to be this impenetrable fortress of unshakable pride, their words got to her. A tinge of guilt twisted in Campbell’s stomach.

He swallowed thickly. “I think it’s a great album.” Campbell heard the words leave his mouth but didn’t remember saying them. Y/N eyes widened in shock, taken aback at the sudden praise. Her expression fell as she started to recede into her mind.

“This album sold fewer copies than any other album of mine.” Y/N leveled, as if trying to convince him to revoke his endorsement. That wasn’t going to happen. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say.

“Some people wouldn’t know good music if it slapped them across the face.” Campbell shrugged; well aware he was currently contradicting years of stubborn insistence she was bad at what she does. A confused smile tugged at Y/N's mouth.

“The order of the track list is a mess.” She continued to insult her work, not sure why. Simply parroting the same old criticisms she’d been playing over in her mind for years.

“But that’s the best part!” Campbell enthused, beginning to pace the floor as he raved about the organized chaos of the album and how it emphasizes the complicated and conflicting emotions shown throughout the narrative of the album. He went on and on as Y/N watched him with a rather lovesick expression.

“It’s the chaos of the universe trapped inside a bottle!” Campbell explained, finally turning back to face Y/N. Just in time to watch her face morph from unexpected adoration to pure delight. She gasped and sprinted across the room without a warning. He spun around like a top attempt to follow her movement.

“What are yae-?” He wondered aloud as she dug through her unreasonably large tote bag. Y/N pulled out her prize with a small noise of victory. A small notebook and a mechanical pencil. A song journal.

“That’s brilliant, absolutely brilliant” She muttered to herself as she scribbled away in her little notebook. Campbell smiled to himself as he moved closer, attempting to read the writing over her shoulder. But she was far too quick for him. Snatching the notebook to her chest with a scandalized expression. Campbell pouted.

“Hey, why cannae I see it?” He whined.

“Because!” Y/N explained in an equally mature manner.

“Yer a songwriter, sharing yer songs is literally yer job.”

“These ones are different.” She insisted. “These ones are just for me.” Campbell longed to read the contents of the notebook. He had half a mind to snatch it from her and lock himself in his bedroom. But apparently all the lectures from Eddie about ‘Boundaries, Campbell!’ had done something.

So, he sat down crisscrossed in front of her. The words of the notebook safely out of his line of sight. Y/N eyed him suspiciously as she slowly pulled the notebook from her chest. Despite his proximity, she slowly started to write again. Her gaze flitted over the top of the pages to make sure Campbell stayed exactly where he was. Eventually, she fell into the flow of songwriting, forgetting about his presence entirely.

Campbell found himself thoroughly entertained simply watching her work. In the back of his mind, he took note of all her little quirks. The way she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, her tongue poking out every once and a while. The crinkle that formed just between her furrowed eyebrows. It was different from her angry crinkle. Her nose scrunched up with it as she worked. The writing paused for a moment. She chewed absentmindedly on the end of her pencil as she looked up to the ceiling for inspiration.

When Y/N found no divine intervention splashed across the white ceiling her gaze drifted downward. And landed on Campbell. He perked up as her eyes studied him.

“Give me a word that rhymes with candle.”

“Uh… sandal?” Campbell panicked, spewing out the first word that popped into his head. Y/N frowned.

“Handle! Handle rhymes with candle!” He exclaimed.

“Better.” Y/N smiled. Campbell beamed at the praise. She continued to scribble furiously until she was satisfied, shutting the notebook with a sigh. Lost in her own world for a few more moments till she noticed Campbell staring at her expectantly. Y/N blushed and looked away.

“Well?” Campbell asked. He had been more patient in the last ten minutes than he had been for most of his life. He wanted to know what the song was.

“Well, what?” Y/N replied defensively. “I’m still not going to show you the notebook.” He did not like this answer.

“But yer done now! Why no?!” Campbell practically whined. At this point, the whisky had just started to go his head. He didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed about begging.

“These are the songs that are just for me.”

“Well, technically I helped write it so.”

“One word is hardly deserving of a writing credit!”

“Excuse you, I helped you come up with first line. I fully expect royalties from yae.” Campbell gave a crooked smile and held out a hand as if she was going to fork over the cash right then and there.

“Jokes on you, this will never see the light of day.”

“Whaddya mean!?” Campbell pouted, feeling rather put out that his songwriting career had ended as quickly as it started.

“This is my personal songbook. These are just for me. To play when I’m bored or sad.” Y/N explained with a slight redness to her cheeks. “Plus, the studio would never let me record these. They don’t fit ‘my brand’” She emphasized her brand using quotation marks with her fingers. Y/N rolled her eyes, her lips curling with a slight sneer.

“Y/N… you’re the label's biggest name by FAR. I’m sure you could do just about anything you wanted if you threw your weight around a little.” Campbell was confused as to why Y/N was so willing to just roll over and do whatever the label wanted. It was such a stark contrast to everything else he’d come to know about her.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and leveled him a look that plainly said, ‘I know you’re not that stupid’. “Campbell, I’m in my late twenties. I’ve probably got two more albums left in me before they retire me to the elephant graveyard of geriatric pop stars.” He wanted to protest but Campbell knew how this industry worked. If the record company had decided Y/N was past her prime, it was game over. “It’s only a matter of time before they pluck the next pretty young thing out of a thousand girls who are just as worthy and just as hungry.” Her voice had bitter fondness that Campbell could understand. Y/N eyes darkened. “Then they will grind her down, use her up, and throw her out. And the cycle repeats over and over until the fucking sun explodes.”

She tossed her notebook to the side. It smacked against the side of her bag and flopped open. Campbell, in a spectacular show of self-control, fought everything inside of him screaming to look at the words on the page. Y/N held her head in her hands and groaned.

“God, what am I even doing.”

“You’re sitting in my living room.”

“I know that wise ass. What am I going to do with my life once this is over?” Her eyes were wide and pleading. The question echoed somewhere deep in his soul.

“If you could do anything you wanted right now, what would you do?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“I want to eat pizza, get shit-faced, and play video games like I’m back in college.”

“Yer wish is my command,” Campbell replied with a cheeky smile. He leapt to his feet and gave a sweeping bow, before running to grab his phone.

———————————————

By the time the clock struck midnight the pair of them were locked in an epic grudge match, attempting to determine who was better at Mario Kart. An empty pizza box lay strewn open on the floor, a couple of spare pizza crusts and empty ranch cups discarded within it. The bottle of whisky sat half empty on Campbell’s trash-picked end table next to a 2-liter bottle of Coke that was quickly growing flat.

As they entered the final lap on Rainbow Road, Y/N passed Campbell with a rather unsportsmanlike cheer. He frowned; he wasn’t above playing dirty. With a smirk, Campbell hooked his elbow under Y/N’s and lifted quickly. Her remote went sailing across the room as Campbell crossed the finish line in first place.

He launched himself off the couch with a cheer. A wonderful bout of showmanship culminated in a victory dance that looked a lot like a funky chicken with a wedgie and no sense of rhythm.

“YOU FILTHY CHEATER.” Y/N gasped, turning to confront this slight head-on.

“Oi! All’s fair in love and Mario Kart, darlin’.” Campbell slurred slightly, feeling quite satisfied with himself.

“I’m not gonna play with you anymore if you’re gonna play like that!”

“Aww don’t be such a sore loser”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Their standoff lasted just a few seconds. The air held a slight tension before devolving into giggles.

“One of these days I’m going to beat you.”

“One of these days? Already plannin’ on seeing me again?” Campbell tried to fight the smile that was quickly taking over his face. Y/N’s face flushed. She recovered quickly, launching her retort mere moments later. A fraction of a second late. Only someone who knew her well could have noticed the hesitation. And whether he understood it or not, Campbell knew Y/N better than most.

“Well obviously, someone has to take you off your high horse,” she said smugly, lifting her chin in the air.

“My Mariokart high horse?”

“And several other horses, a small stable really. But, yes, that’s the main one. Your tyranny must end.” Y/N put her hand on her hips. An attempt to look like Superman, staring down her foe. Campbell thought she looked like a dork. A cute dork, but a dork nonetheless.

“I think you’re just a sore loser” He was aiming for an eye roll, maybe spring for her foot tapping in irritation. He loved to see what new reactions he could pull from her. He tucked each one away gently in the back of his mind to use later. Campbell’s train of thought, which was about as easy to control as a band of wild horses, was focused on one singular mission. Keep her attention on him.

“What? Can’t think of a better comeback? C’mon, I know you’re smarter than that.” Y/N teased.

“Was that an actual compliment?”

“Just trying to keep you on your toes.”

“Careful there, Y/N, or I might start to suspect that yae might actually like me.”

“See, I always half-wondered if you were crazy.” Y/N poked a finger into Campbell's chest. She toed the line between them. Testing the boundaries of this new dynamic as it shifted around them. While the rapid changes should’ve felt chaotic and uncomfortable, instead it simply felt natural. Like the shifting groan of an old house settling. “Now, I know it’s true.”

Campbell barked a laugh. Thrilled to find their old banter flowing again. But the digs felt more affectionate than malicious this time around. “Yae might be right, but I prefer the term loony!” He stuck out his tongue as he wiggled his fingers around his head. Y/N chuckled inwardly at his antics. “To be fair, by yer own admission, yer just as loony as me.”

The jest slipped out. His mouth moved faster than his brain. Just like always. Campbell’s eyes widened. He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. He was unsure how she would take it. To his delight, she laughed.

“I suppose you’re right about that.” Y/N words were slightly slurred. But that was the only thing that betrayed the alcohol’s effect on her. She swayed back and forth, her eyes half closed, as an easy smile took up residence on her face. It was the most relaxed Campbell had ever seen her. Even in his drunken state. he could see the issue with that.

Y/N flopped back onto the couch with exactly zero coordination. Campbell followed suit. Her hand messily reached for the nearly empty bag of mini marshmallows that sat on the Ikea coffee table in front of them. It wasn’t exactly built correctly but it did stand upright. And for that, Campbell was immensely proud.

She shoved a messy handful into her mouth before raising a single mallow. Posed and ready to throw. “Catch” She attempted to say through a mouthful of marshmallows. What came out was “Mmph!”. But Campbell got the gist.

They took turns pelting each other with mini marshmallows till they were surrounded by a disturbing about scattered around them.

“Stop moving!” Y/N scolded, lining up her next shot.

“Am not!” Campbell responded. “It’s not my fault yae can’t throw for shite”

“It‘s not my fault you got me drunk!”

“I did no such thing. And I resent the accusation.”

“I resent you.”

“Naeeee, I think yae like me.”

“They should’ve never let you out of there.”

Campbell stuck out his tongue but said nothing else. Y/N smiled, basking in the pleasantly warm feeling that lingered in her chest. Probably just whiskey. Her eyelids slowly began to close as she leaned her head back on the couch. Consciousness fading in and out, Y/N absently wondered when the last time she felt this comfortable was. Her muscles loosened along with her tongue.

“You want to know something kind of sad?” Y/N asked tiredly. Campbell cocked his head to the side, confused.

“Sure?” He answered unsure where this was going.

“I think you might be my only friend.” She laughed a little as she said it. As though it was funny and not just heartbreaking. Y/N did this a lot, Campbell had realized.

“We’re friends?” he asked genuinely. Y/N cracked open an eye to look at him.

“Well, isn’t this what friends do?” She answered simply, gesturing lazily between them.

“Get drunk and throw marshmallows at each other?” he asked teasingly, ignoring the peculiar tug he felt in his chest. There were a lot of weird feelings in there recently. Maybe he needed to go see a doctor.

“Exactly,” she said sarcastically, feeling too comfortable to bother opening her eyes. “No, I just mean… It’s nice to be able to talk about this stuff with someone.” She paused, considering her own words. “At least someone who’s not on my payroll.”

“Wait I’m not getting paid?” Campbell joked. Y/N leveled a glare at him. He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m kidding, I swear.” He considered her words for a moment. “It is nice.”

They fell into a comfortable silence. Slumped against the couch as gravity tugged at their eyelids. Campbell didn’t have the presence of mind to fully question the strange position they had found themselves in. But he mulled over her words. He wondered about his own friends, nearly every one of them was an ocean away or six feet under. Maybe having a friend only a few feet away, regardless of how tumultuous their relationship had been, might not be so bad.

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Time passed in a laminar flow. Rapidly moving but visually still. Till Y/N bolted upright like a fire had been lit underneath her. The movement startled Campbell out of a sleep he hadn’t felt himself fall into.

“Wha- wassit?” He grumbled sleepily.

“Oh god, what time is it?’ Y/N scrambled frantically for her phone. Campbell groaned in protest and refused to open his eyes.

“Just go back to bed” He mumbled unintelligibly as his sleep-addled brain struggled to catch up.

“Oh god, it’s 2 am. Gus will have gone to sleep by now. How am I supposed to get home?” Y/N rambled quickly as her mind spiraled to the worst possible conclusions. “It’s not like I can take an Uber. I’ll get kidnapped or thrown in a ditch or held for ransom or-“

“Shhhhhh” Campbell blindly fumbled, attempting to silence her anxiety spiral with a finger to her lips. He succeeded in aggressively poking her cheek. “Just stay here, it’s not a big deal” The words came out before he recognized what he had said.

“What? Really?” Y/N asked, shocked he would even offer. Campbell finally opened his eyes, blinking up at her as his brain finally processed the situation.

“I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

“I can’t take your bed, Campbell.”

“Sure, yae can.”

“It’d be rude to make you sleep on the couch.”

“Eh, I fall asleep here half of the time anyway” That much was true.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure that I would like to go back to sleep now,” Campbell said, stretching out his long limbs with an indignant groan.

“Right…” Y/N played with her hands again. “I don’t have clothes to sleep in.” Campbell froze. It was taking him too long to respond. She would notice the panicked look on his face any second now. Must deflect with humor.

“Oi, yae come to my house, steal my whiskey and my bed. Now yae wanna steal my clothes!? Yae really are a princess.”

“I resent that statement! You offered every single one of those things willingly. And I never technically asked to borrow clothes.” Y/N countered. All qualms about taking Campbell’s bed were suddenly thrown out the window.

“It was heavily implied!” Campbell argued as he tried and failed to lift his tired body off the couch. He groaned and flopped back down against the couch in defeat. “Can’t move… too comfy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and attempted to stand. The world tilted as her equilibrium attempted to maintain a grasp on the situation. It seemed their impromptu nap had not fully sobered her up. She put one foot in front of the other and attempted to take herself to bed. Y/N had taken care of herself plenty of times before. This time was no different. She’d simply let Campbell continue to sleep off their poor decision-making while she eventually stumbled onto some kind of soft surface.

Determined to sort out her dilemma on her own, she marched forward. This determination was short-lived as she realized she had no idea where she was going, or where anything was, and the idea of wandering through Campbell’s apartment without continued express permission to do so made her skin crawl. Y/N attempted to shake Campbell awake. However, he was quite determined to become one with the couch.

“Psst, Campbell.” A shake. A groan. “Campbell, wake up.” Another shake, this time a much more irritated groan. Y/N wasn’t sure if it came from her this time. “Cam, please, I don’t know where anything is.” She whined, feeling rather exasperated. The nickname caused him to peek open and eyelid. They were on nicknames now. Huh.

“Fine, fine, don’t get all twisted up about it. I’m getting up.” Campbell reluctantly peeled himself from the dent he’d made in the couch cushions. He gestured for her to follow him as he sleepily shuffled down the hall. Y/N followed closely behind, poorly gauging the distance between them as her cognitive function fought both sleep deprivation and whiskey.

They managed to stumble into Campbell's room with little difficulty. Without much forethought, he pulled open the doors to his closet in search of an acceptable hoodie for Y/N. Instead, he triggered an avalanche of clothes to pour out of the closet. Right. He had ‘cleaned’ earlier.

Y/N howled with laughter as Campbell attempted to stop the onslaught with his body. Nearly doubled over as he scowled at her.

“Yae could’ve helped me at least” Campbell mumbled bitterly.

“Nah, I’m good” Y/N managed to say between giggles.

He sighed and plucked a sweatshirt from the top of the pile. His favorite color block hoodie, with only slight apprehension he handed it over to Y/N along with a pair of pajama pants. She took them gratefully and waited. Campbell stared blankly, his mind already half drifted off. Y/N cleared her throat awkwardly.

“I need to change…” She said. Campbell straightened as his cheek flushed. Social cues had never been his strong suit but that was just downright embarrassing.

“Right, sorry.” he said quickly, scrambling out of the room. The door closed a bit too loudly behind him. Campbell busied himself with pouring two glasses of water in an attempt to think of anything else. And judging by the amount of whiskey left in the bottle, they were both going to need it.

Campbell considered forcing them both to grab a midnight snack, he was getting rather responsible in his own right. A yelp followed by a solid thud came from his bedroom. He raced back to the door.

“Are yae okay?” He asked. The groan he heard in response was not promising. “Should I come in?”

“No…” Y/N's voice came pitifully from the other side of the door.

“Did yae fall?” It was quiet for a moment.

“…yes” She finally answered. Sounds of shuffling ensued before the door to the room finally opened. Revealing a disheveled Y/N on the ground wearing his clothes. Campbell stifled a laugh.

“Come on, let’s get yae into bed.” He offered her a hand, which she accepted with a surprising amount of grace for someone who had clearly made out with the floor two seconds earlier.

Y/N drunkenly climbed into Campbell’s bed, stretching out her limbs and letting out a happy sigh. The sight of her burying her face into his pillow made the pit of his stomach turn in the most pleasant way. He set down a glass of water on the messy bedside table and helped her pull the covers up over her shoulders. Such a small, sweet gesture. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve pressed a kiss to her brow before wishing her goodnight.

As he turned to leave, before doing something he would certainly regret, a hand caught his wrist. Y/N’s big wide eyes watched him in the darkness.

“Cam?” Her voice was softened by oncoming sleep and edged with uncertainty. The nickname made his heart flutter.

“Yeah?” His voice cracked slightly. For someone who hated being told what to do, in that moment, Campbell was fairly certain he would’ve done anything she wanted.

The silence between them lasted two beats too long. Y/N eyes trailed from Campbell’s figure in the dark, illuminated by the hall light, to the space in the bed next to her. He gulped. She sucked in a breath.

“Never mind, goodnight,” Y/N said, dropping his hand and pulling the covers up around her chin. Cocooning herself in blankets that Campbell knew damn well smelled like him.

“Goodnight,” He said, fighting the lump in his throat. Campbell retreated, closing the door quickly behind him before she could see the panicked look on his face.

What the hell was that? Campbell felt his heart climb into his throat. It was similar to that time he rode the tilt-a-whorl at the carnival over and over again until he puked. Dizzy spinning sensation in the head and everything. He drank too much. That was all. Starting tomorrow he was following Eddie’s lead and swearing off the stuff forever.

It took the amount of time for Campbell to walk from his bedroom to the couch for him to realize he never changed into his pajamas. Damn it all, he’d rather sleep in the same clothes than go back in there. He shakily laid down on the couch and pulled the throw blanket over himself. The same one Y/N had been hogging all night. A faint scent of perfume still lingered. Campbell’s mind raced, replaying the events of the night over in his mind. The thought alone was enough to give him whiplash.

From laughing to fighting to drinking to becoming friends to whatever the hell just happened. That was a thorn his mind kept snagging on. Y/N had just faceplanted, she wasn’t thinking straight. There was nothing more to it than that. He shoved the thought into the back of his mind, hoping it would take the anxiety with it.

All of the tired energy he’d been lugging around was nowhere to be found as he memorized the details of the ceilings. Friends. They were friends now. How bizarre.

How do you go from hating each other to being friends so quickly? Had they ever really hated each other? The more Campbell thought about it, his feelings towards Y/N resembled more of an affectionate rivalry. If they put the pettiness behind them, what was their dynamic going to look like?

Forget the far future, what was tomorrow morning going to look like? He lost himself in a daydream of burnt pancakes and dancing around the kitchen. Of arguing over who gets to pick the music for far too long before flipping a coin for it. Of giving her the first cup of coffee out of the pot so she doesn’t get any grounds at the bottom of her cup. Of some sappy little love song spilling out of his speakers as he takes her hand and spins her around. The light from the window hitting her crooked smile just so-

Campbell sat up in a panic. The daydream followed his heart down to the pit of his stomach.

Oh. Oh fuck.

A/N: ahhhhh so that break lasted longer than i was expecting. so sorry for disappearing y’all. things have been a little crazy on my end. my boss got fired and we all been working overtime for the last two months cause they still haven’t hired a replacement. plus october/november has two back-to-back death anniversaries for me so i didn’t really have the motivation or the wherewithal to write this in the way i really wanted to. but it’s here now!!! and way longer than i was expecting! it’s cutting it a little close but i’m happy i was able to get this out in time for tota takeover. i hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for waiting this long

(also i’ve always wanted to write one of those “Oh, Oh.” moments hehehe)

[nexx-2k]

I'm finally doing it. I'm currently writing a Campbell Bain x reader fanfic bc I've been obsessing over David Tennant 🥲

[20thcentwriter]

Oh Campbell Bain how you would've loved Cavetown

[too-sweet-to-be-sour]

Masterpost

Requests are open for these specific fandoms down below! Any DT characters/fandoms not mention can still be requested depending if I know that character well! Let me know! I recommend writers @denaliwrites and @raz-writes-the-thing ! they're amazing writers who do DT stuff as well!

Doctor Who

Tenth Doctor x Reader -None currently at the moment!

Secret Smile

Brendan Block x Reader -Boyfriend Headcanons! SFW and NSFW -An Extra Mark Couldn't Hurt

The Politician's Husband

Aiden Hoynes x Reader -None currently at the moment!

Takin' Over the Asylum

Campbell Bain x Reader -None currently at the moment!

[asta-writes-stuff-moved]

Y/N and Campbell Bain go out for the night

a/n: this is my first fic!! constructive criticism is fine but pls be nice :]

wc: 856

c/w: alcohol (only mentioned), think that's it, lmk if not tho

“Hey, Campbell,” You whisper through the dark.

“What is it?” He replies, his voice full of sleep.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Aw shit, I’m sorry Y/N, I forgot. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

“Ok,”

You fiddle with your fingers as you hear him rustling about in his room. Your attention shifts as he pops his head around the doorframe. 

“You got anything you’ll need?”

“Yeah, in my bag,” You lift it up to show him. 

“Perfect,” He flashes that wide grin of his and steps out of his room, checking around for anyone watching before grabbing your hand and pulling you to the door that leads out of the ward. He fishes in his jacket pocket for a moment before he pulls out Fergus’ card and unlocks the door.

“After you m’lady!” 

“Why thank you, kind sir!” He laughs at your attempt at a posh accent and you step out of the ward. 

-

“So where exactly are we going?” You ask as the two of you walk across the quiet hospital grounds.

“A spot I know,” He grins at you, “you’ll find out soon enough won’t ye? Quit asking!” 

The two of you walk until you reach the back of a wide building. As you inspect the building you notice flashing lights through the cracks of an exit door. 

“Fergus told me I could just tell them we know him and they’d let us in. Think we’ve gotta go around front though.”

You grab his hand as he leads you around to the front of the building. It seems fairly inconspicuous aside from the strobe lights still flashing through the cracks of the doors. 

Campbell raps his knuckles on the door and the sound echoes sharply through the quiet. It takes a minute, but eventually a man opens the door. He’s tall and big and looks scary and you shuffle behind Campbell. Campbell doesn’t seem deterred by him in the slightest. 

“Hey there, I was told to tell you I know Fergus MacKinnon.” He smiles widely at the man.

The man looks at the two of you for a second before nodding his head and stepping aside, letting you in the door. As you walk by him Campbell gives him a big grin and you give him a polite nod. 

After you’ve gone in and had a chance to take in your surroundings you notice a few things. Firstly, everyone here seems older than you. There definitely isn’t anyone else as young as you and Campbell, probably because they serve alcohol, you think as you notice a bar on one end of the room. The second thing you notice is the blaring music. It’s not the old music you’re used to hearing on the station at St. Jude’s, it’s loud and fast, distracting you from Campbell trying to get your attention.

“Hey! Y/N! You in there?” He yells over the music, tapping your forehead.

“Yeah, sorry,” You shout back at him.

“What d’ya think? Cool place, huh?”

“Yeah, I like the music.”

“I thought you would!” He seems delighted that you like it. 

“Are we allowed to be here? I think they’re serving alcohol, you know.” 

“Oh, don’t worry so much Y/N, that’s not why we’re here.” He grabs your hand, surveying the place. You follow him to a small table far to one end of the room. As you sit down he grabs his chair and pulls it over right next to yours. 

You lean into him so you don’t have to shout as much, “This is cool and all but why are we here Campbell?”

He leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear, “Fergus told me about it and I thought you’d like it. I know how much you love the music we’ve got at St. Jude’s so I thought you’d have a good time coming and listening to some new music.” 

You can feel your face heat up as you turn to look at him. He’s smiling softly down at you and you smile back. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for ya, Y/N.” 

-

“That was really fun, thank you Campbell.” You tell him as you walk across the grounds back to St. Jude’s. 

“O’course Y/N. Just let me know if you ever wanna go again.” 

He takes your hand in his and pulls you with him as he breaks into a run. The two of you race through the grounds, taking the longest route back you know of. 

-

“Well, I guess this is where I drop ya off.” He whispers, you can hear a hint of sadness in his voice. 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic about it, your room is five steps away.” You roll your eyes at him. 

“Yeah, well I had fun tonight. I like spending time with you.” 

You stand on your tiptoes and throw your arm around his shoulders to pull him down and you plant a kiss on his cheek. He flashes that big, bright smile of his at you one last time and you return it before heading into your room and closing the door for the night.

[sailorvenusxoxo]

The Urge, The Craving

I swear to god, the urge and the craving to write so much. I have so many fics ideas, mostly about Broadchurch, but also Doctor Who, TotA...

But I HAVE to finish the one I'm currently writing first, espcially since it's barely the beginning, and I still love it so much! I think I will condense some of it in OS, since I allow myself to write OS during fanfictions

still going insane in class btw, except it's social psychology this time

[bella-rose29]

master list

All works are fem!reader unless otherwise stated, but I’m very happy to write for others! <3

Key:

❤️ - happy/fluff

💙 - sad/angst

💛 - platonic ship

💚 - gn!reader

💜 - author's favourite

Nikolai Lantsov

Lockwood and Co

Rings of Power

Campbell Bain:

Bright Young Soul, 2k words

platonic: Eddie McKenna x Campbell Bain based entirely on this post and the notes <3 💛💙❤️

[schlattsdoll]

i wanna write for david tennant…..

pls send requests