Reagan Campbell

[reagan-campbell]

Location: The Flying Pig BBQ

@aliciacastillo​

After a long shift at the hospital, Reagan had a massive craving for greasy food which had led her directly over to the Flying Pig. After ordering her brisket sandwich and fries, the brunette sat at the table waiting eagerly with stomach growling for her food to come out of the kitchen and her companion to arrive. Thankfully Alicia had been kind enough to compromise on their usual meeting spot and come meet her here for food instead. In some ways it still felt a bit odd, having a sponsor but so far it hadn’t been as bad as the brunette had originally thought.

[reagan-campbell]

@itssunnyhussan​

Location: Draper Forest

It was just her luck that the one time she decided to try and enjoy the great outdoors by taking a hike that the battery in her car died. She started by phoning Triple A but they were going to be a while. Seeing another car pull into the parking lot, Reagan waved to get the driver’s attention. Seeing Sunny’s familiar face, the brunette let out a sigh of relief “Sunny! Hey! Oh my god I’m so happy to see you. My battery died, any chance you could give me a jump? I called Triple A but they’re not gonna be able to get here for at least twenty or thirty minutes.”

[reagan-campbell]

brandonlevitt​:

WHERE: Hilltop Cafe WHO: @reagan-campbell​

Since running into Reagan at the hospital a few months ago, Brandon wasn’t sure how he felt anymore regarding their past. Some small part of his heart was still heartbroken over her turning him away in that Germany hospital years ago. Yet, the other wanted to forgive and try to form a friendship (at the least) with her. He wasn’t sure she would agree to spend a rare day off with him, however the pair agreed to meet for coffee. Brandon had already been seated when he saw the woman arrive. He waved her over to the small couch near the window in the back. “Hey there, long time no see.” The male greeted, a small smile coming onto his face. “How have ya been, Re?”

Walking into the cafe, the brunette almost wanted to pinch herself. The fact that she was getting a second chance to be in Brandon’s life, that he was actively trying to have her in his life, felt too good to be true. Part of her wanted to run away before it resulted in getting hurt but she couldn’t. Not with him. Not again. The pessimistic parts of her brain kept whispering that it was somehow a set up, he was secretly still furious and just putting on an act until he got close enough to hurt the surgeon as badly as she’d hurt him all those years ago. Deep down she knew that wasn;t true. The Brandon she knew was one of the kindest and most giving human beings on the planet. It was why Reagan had fallen in love with him in the first place. But the brunette also didn’t feel like she deserved a second chance to be close to him. He was a good man, and she was still broken and probably always would be. But even all that fear and doubt hadn’t kept her from showing up. He was the flame to her moth.

Taking a deep breath, Reagan stepped inside, hearing him call out to her almost immediately. That smile was enough to take about 50% of the nerves right off her mind. Who was she kidding. Seeing that smile was worth whatever was going to come. “I’m good. I’m good. Glad to have something to do with myself on my day off, so thank you. Usually I’m just going a little stir crazy.” The surgeon noted, she’d never been much good at sitting still for long. “How about you? How’s work?” She wanted to ask something else, to talk like they used to about nothing and everything but wasn’t certain they were there yet. Hopefully they could get back.

[reagan-campbell]

06. the lovers : how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ?

While Reagan doesn’t go out of her way to constantly get close to people, the relationships she does have hold a place of high importance in her life. That said, she’s content being alone also, particularly as it pertains to romantic relationships. Reagan considers herself more than capable of taking care of herself without a partner. But with the right person, she does find significant value in companionship.

[reagan-campbell]

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02. the high priestess : how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ?

Reagan is most definitely an instinctual creature, always has been but her reliance on her gut only grew stronger during her time in the army and when dealing with emergency medical situations. If something doesn’t feel right to her, it’s nearly impossible to convince the woman otherwise.

[liasprompts]

a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot  /  send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !

00.  the fool  :  what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or  excite them ? 01.  the magician  :  how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ? 02.  the high priestess  :  how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ? 03.  the empress  :  does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ? 04.  the emperor  :  how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ? 05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ? 06.  the lovers  :  how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ? 07.  the chariot  :  how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ? 08.  strength  :  how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ? 09.  the hermit  :  how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ? 10.  the wheel of fortune  :  how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ? 11.  justice  :  does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ? 12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ? 13.  death  :  is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ? 14.  temperance  :  does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? 15.  the devil  :  is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ? 16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ? 17.  the star  :  what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ? 18.  the moon  :  what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ? 19.  the sun  :  in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ? 20.  judgement  :  is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ? 21.  the world  :  is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?

[reagan-campbell]

brandonlevitt​:

Here’s to the Past | Brandon x Reagan

@reagan-campbell

Brandon kept his phone near him after leaving his phone number for Reagan to find. Honestly, he was hopeful for once that she would contact him. Something about the way they talked in the hospital gave him that hope. He had changed into some comfy sweats to lounge around his apartment in. Some time passed and right before he cracked open a beer and decided to call it a night, his phone dinged with a notification. He left the beer and texted Reagan before the two decided to meet at Maggie’s. Brandon changed from the comfy sweats into jeans, a simple red t-shirt, and some Vans. Honestly, the man was all about simplicity and comfort in his life. Heading to Maggie’s diner on foot from his apartment at Oaks downtown, Brandon felt like he was in another world. Or maybe just back in high school again, going on a date with his old flame.

Walking into Maggie’s, he offered those around him a small smile. Brandon knew most everybody in Fallbrook being a native and a police officer in the small town. “I need a table for 2.” Brandon voiced to the host with a bigger smile coming on his face at the words. He followed to the table and took a seat, not bothering to even look at the menu yet. He texted Reagan that he was waiting for her and tried not to keep his gaze on the door of the restaurant. Brandon hated that Reagan had this power over him, that always kept him wondering if she would just decide to push him away at any time. Regardless of that, he still loved the woman. That first kind of love that never seemed to fade type…

Walking into the diner was simultaneously one of the most terrifying and exciting things Reagan had done in her life. As a general rule of thumb, the brunette wasn’t one to believe in fate. Hell, there wasn’t a lot she had faith in to be honest either. The surgeon had never really believed in an all-knowing god or divinity of any kind. After all, the idea that someone or something could intentionally allow all the suffering and tumult she’d seen in her life to persist and persist and simply look on, without intervention. Well, it just seemed kind of evil and uncaring. And there was enough of that in the world. Reagan didn’t want to believe it was allowed to stay that way when some being had the ability to stop it. So instead, she believed in chaos, in randomness. Things happened and there wasn’t always a reason for it. People died. People felt pain. People faced darkness. No rhyme or reason to it.

But, what had happened the other day had her questioning that, even if in the smallest of ways. Having Brandon come back into her life when they’d both been trying to never see each other again and to have him want to see her, perhaps that could be considered miraculous. Taking one last deep breath, she stepped inside, bell on the door ringing to announce her presence. She saw him instantaneously. As if some sort of magnet automatically drew her hazel gaze to him. Carefully, the brunette made her way across the diner to the booth he was sitting in and slipped in on the oppositte side. “Hey, thanks for coming.” She murmured, a small smile showing on her face

[reagan-campbell]

Brandon: always hungry, just tell me when and where

Reagan: Maggie's?

Reagan: Meet you there in 15

[reagan-campbell]

Brandon: You only do that if you're about to incriminate yourself... *devil emoji*

Brandon: Nope, ain't nothing I do official anyways lol you wanna meet me somewhere

Brandon: Or come over?

Reagan: No comment...

Reagan: I get off shift in a few minutes. Are you hungry at all?

[reagan-campbell]

Brandon: Sorry, who is this?

Brandon: Kidding, you got it right lol you trying to say my handwriting ain't improved since high school?

Reagan: I plead the fifth

Reagan: Are you working? I don't want to interrupt official police business or anything

[reagan-campbell]

Reagan: Hey, it's Reagan. Really hoping I got the number right

[reagan-campbell]

Brandon frowned when her pager went off. The man wanted her to stay, to talk more. At least, she was talking to him this time. “When does your shift end?” He wasn’t sure where the confidence to ask that question came from, but Brandon was grateful for it. He wanted to see Reagan again, to talk, preferably in private. “I’ll be here, y’know watchin’ this dude. But, y’know, if ya get busy, I’ll leave my number or somethin’. Maybe we could get a coffee or somethin’ when we ain’t on the clock…” He trailed off, truly hoping the next words from her wasn’t another rejection.

insert text here The slightly hesitant tone of her voice became more relaxed and the smile on her face widened slightly with every passing word. Reagan nodded in confirmation. ‘I’d like that. A lot.” The brunette was about to say more when it went off again. Swearing to herself under her breath the surgeon waved before hurrying away down the hall towards the ER. 

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Several more hours passed before she was able to make it back to the room and by the time she did, someone else was on duty. After making small talk for a moment Reagan went back in and was happy to be able to retrieve a scrap of paper where Brandon had scrawled a number. His handwriting still looked the same.

END

[reagan-campbell]

Brandon was still similar to the young man he was when he dated Reagan, yet he was also different. Brandon had definitely matured to say the least. “Ya ain’t gotta thank me, ma’am,” He jokingly said with a small grin. “It’s my job.” His blue eyes moved over to ensure the detainee was still secured in bed before falling back on the female. “I really ain’t supposed to eat on duty…” He trailed off but offered Reagan another small smile. “If you need a place to hide and eat one, I won’t say you’re here though..” To be honest, the male didn’t quite want the woman to leave just yet.

 The brunette bit back a zingy reply to being called ma’am. Though to be fair, and as much as she hated the think it, the term was far more applicable these days than it had been in the prime of their relationship. As it started to sound like he was about to let her down easy, Reagan could feel herself deflate internally, only to have her balloon pop right back up when he shot her that smile again. Keeping a straight face but unable to help the smile reaching her eyes, the surgeon nodded slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Reagan opened her mouth to say more when her pager went off. A bit frustrated by the prospect of leaving, she answered it. “Crap. They need me for an eval in the ER. Um. I’ll be back-I hope. If you leave before I do though....um, I’ll see you around?” The brunette murmured, trying not to sound hopeful. 

[reagan-campbell]

When Brandon noticed she was angry, he decided to listen to her rant and stayed silent. He knew what she said was true. Reagan had always took care of herself, something Brandon had always loved and hated about her. Loved because he admired her independence. Hated because Brandon wanted to just care of her sometimes and he knew Reagan rarely allowed that.

With the silence filling the room, Brandon kept his stance near the door of the hospital room. He tried to keep his eyes either on the detainee or on the wall. Anywhere but Reagan. He failed a few things and observed her as she took vitals and whatnot. It was hard not to watch her. When the detainee fell asleep, Brandon forced his gaze on the doorway and only turned to look at Reagan when she cleared her throat. He wanted an apologize, but not for her snapping at him. However, he knew it wasn’t exactly the best place to air their dirty laundry so to speak. “It’s okay, Re.” The old nickname had always called her fell out of his mouth naturally. “I, uh just didn’t know if the cuffs were still on the guy or not. He’s got a violent past as I’m sure they told y’all. So…” He didn’t want to outright say he didn’t want her to get hurt cause that somehow connected his feelings still. “Just don’t worry ‘bout it.” He said after he had trailed off and offered her a small smile..

Even though she felt okay about what she had said, Reagan still braced for the potential of her words being received in a less than positive way. But even after all these years, Brandon proved he was capable of surprising her. The way her old nickname came from his lips was as nostalgic as hearing one of her favorite songs from high school. The surgeon found herself smiling back. “Okay. Well um, thanks. Again.” She dipped her head in recognition. 

In theory that could’ve been the end of their interaction-amicable enough to let them both go about their jobs in peace. But something stopped the brunette from walking away to go sit in the room again and leave him by the door. It shouldn’t have been possible after all the time that had passed, but here Reagan was, feeling attached. So she decided to stay and hang by the door. As much as she wanted to know everything about the years of his life she had missed, this wasn’t exactly the right time or place for it. So instead the surgeon tried her best to keep it light. “Have you eaten? I keep a jello stash for emergencies.”

[reagan-campbell]

Brandon watched his first love walk right past him and into the room, with just a nod. A nod. It made Brandon slightly hurt and somewhat angry as well. The nerve the woman had to just treat him as if he was no one. Brandon suddenly recalled he had not checked the handcuffs the detainee had been in to ensure they were secure. He quickly followed Reagan into the room and attempted to reach the guy before she did. “Hang on,” Brandon finally found his words. “I need to make sure his cuffs are secure.” The officer didn’t wait for a reply from her before he checked each cuff on the detainee’s wrists. Once he felt they were secure, Brandon straighten up and took a step back from the bed the detainee was in. “Uh, you’re good now…”

She was about to add more morphine to the IV drip when Brandon came into the room and superseded her authority to check that the cuffs were tight enough. Reagan stiffened, frustrated that he felt the need to insert himself. It wasn’t like she showed up on ride-alongs at the station and counseled him on safety. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something snappy, the brunette let out a small sigh and gestured for Brandon to step away with her to the door of the room. “Look, I get that you want everyone safe but I can take care of myself. You of all people should know that-” The surgeon broke off, realizing she may have gotten more personal than she intended. The last thing she wanted was either of them bringing up the past. “What I’m trying to say is if I need help I’ll tell you.” She noted before stepping away again.

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The next half hour passed in silence and soon enough the patient fell asleep with the aid of morphine. Reagan got up from his bedside after watching his sleep rhythm vitals for a few minutes. Hesitating for a second she cleared her throat to get his attention. “I’m sorry if I snapped before. This whole thing is weird and I got stressed.” The brunette murmured, hoping with an apology they could at least tolerate being around each other for the rest of the shift. She didn’t expect him to ever understand or forgive her. How could she when Reagan hadn’t even ever been able to forgive herself? Certainly the root of her addiction issues had come from coping with the physical pain of nearly losing a limb but it would be a lie to say her emotions surrounding sending the one man she’d ever loved away hadn’t played a part.

[reagan-campbell]

brandonlevitt​:

Where: Fallbrook General Hospital Who: @reagan-campbell​

Brandon, though briefly, debated quitting his job the moment his Sergeant ordered him to be on guard for a detainee in the hospital. The detainee had been in a car chase that resulted in injuries that required a surgery in the end. Thus, during the detainee’s recovery, the police had to keep an officer on duty to watch them. Walking into the hospital, Brandon had tried to keep himself in check. He had avoided the place like the plague due to this being Reagan’s place of work. The man had not spoke to the woman that broke his heart for years. Once he relieved the officer that was on duty before him, Brandon took stand outside the detainee’s room with the door open so his eyes could be on the criminal as well. Something in his body knew Reagan was in the same hallway as him before he could even see her. His immediate reaction was to run, but due to not wanting to leave his post he stood up taller and held his ground. When his eyes fell on Raegan, he held his gaze on her and took her appearance in. “Fuck me.” He quietly mumbled under his breath and looked away from her back to the guy he had to watch over.

Having a to treat someone wearing handcuffs wasn’t exactly an every day occurrence at Fallbrook General, but Reagan felt good knowing her superiors trusted her to handle treating any patient regardless of their status in the eyes of the law. In some ways she might’ve been surprised if anyone else had been assigned the case. After all, there weren’t many doctors in the hospital who had experience working under as high pressure circumstance as the brunette had previously experienced out in the field. The patient hadn’t been too belligerent or difficult, clearly more concerned about his own pain than the police guard at his door. Reagan couldn’t exactly fault him for it. His injuries were extensive enough that anybody would be caught up in how they were feeling. With the officer on duty switching out, the surgeon had taken the opportunity to check on a patient further down the hall. When she started walking back, the brunette stopped dead in her tracks when a familiar face was standing at the detainee’s door. In theory she had been aware Brandon was in town when she moved back, but she’d done everything she could to put the thought out of her mind. It was a bit more difficult to do when he was standing right in front of her. Swallowing hard and trying to keep her cool, Reagan proceeded. Just nodding in recognition before walking into the room to check on the patient.

[reagan-campbell]

@cordeliavalentine​

Location: Aero Cocktail Bar

As Reagan flipped through the photos of Bentley on Cordelia’s phone, she grew more and more surprised and amazed. In her minds eye, Cordelia herself was only a kid, the memories of their time in elementary school together still easy to recall. And here she was about to have an 11 year old of her own any day now. Holding the phone back out to her dark-haired companion on the other side of the bar, the surgeon couldn’t help but shake her head in slight disbelief. “God he looks like an actual person now, not just a little kid. That’s crazy. I mean, I know it all happens but really seeing it is a different thing entirely.”