Bobby Campbell — Final Destination: Bloodlines (2025)

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Bobby Campbell — Final Destination: Bloodlines (2025)
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Words: 2.9k. Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, smut, smut, smut. Notes: This is my first time writing for Warfare, just wrote what came. This has nothing to do with the real person, just Cosmo Jarvis in the movie with the name 'Elliot'. That's it. That's all.
If you couldn't see Elliot's truck parked right outside your house through the window, you would have assumed the person knocking on the door was trying to escape a chainsaw-wielding murderer and had chosen your bungalow as their place to hide.
Excessive and urgent, Elliot's fist rapped against the door. A door he had adjusted the hinges on last summer. A door he had walked through countless times. A door he had a key to. Words failed to explain just how irritated he was that he had knock before entering into his own home, but his fist was doing an exceptional job.
His hand fell through the air as you finally opened the door, exposing a small foyer that looked foreign to him for a moment since it didn't have his shoes or bag thrown on the floor.
“Elliot, what are you -”
“Why the hell did you call Erik to fix the house?” The question flew out of his mouth, spit sputtering behind it.
Independent Studies [Gally x Reader]
Words: 2k. Summary: You have taken on a new role in the Safe Haven and it has Gally's attention.
Note: This was an idea I have had for a while. I think this could be a series. I have a second part in mind that could be smutty, but could also just be sweet. Some feedback would be appreciated. Thank you.
Someone referred to them as ‘the Lost Children’, the many kids rescued from WICKED headquarters who wandered around the Safe Haven with fear wordless on their tongues, but wonder flashing in their eyes. It could be hard to watch them as they tried to piece together a new life with even less certainty than the timorous adults around them who were mostly making it up as they go. Vince suggested you take on a teacher role for them.
“Everyone’s role is important here, but maybe that’s what you’re being called to do…” He countered when you worried that you would be leaving the other cooks high and dry.
At first, you rounded up all the kids in the morning by the water for walks. The lesson was simple: familiarize yourself with your surroundings and ask questions.
“Why is the water salty?”, “Why aren’t the sun and the moon in the sky at the same time?”, “When can we stop walking?”
Sometimes their questions required your own research, setting you up to be the student around the bonfire with others at night. It became clear to Vince that you were going to need an actual classroom. Rocks on the beach could only cut it for so long.
Photopsias [Gally x Reader]
Pairings: Gally x Reader. Word Count: 1k
Summary: Gally hates change. [Angst]
Notes: I haven't written in a while.
He was restless. Tossing and turning beside you and constantly ripping the thin blanket from your body. Usually with exhausted bones and a full-ish stomach, Gally was out like a light as if the prospect of nightmares didn’t exist. Tonight was different. You knew the arrival of Thomas, and the changes he brought along with him, had irked Gally. Still, it was strange for him to be up all night.
“I’m going for a walk.” He grumbled in one low huff.
“Do you want some company?” Through a yawn, you asked. The question held Gally in place. He stopped pulling his shirt over his head for a second and stood still, contemplating.
Once his brown shirt was on, he brought his chin to his shoulder, looking back at you in his bed in the hut he had just recently built for only the two of you, and nodded sheepishly like a little kid embarrassed that they were still afraid of the dark.
Couverture [Gally x Reader]
Pairings: Gally x Reader. Word Count: 435.
Plot: A whole lot of firsts to experience now that they are out of the Glade. [Mentions of smut. No actual smut. Happy Gally. Fluff!]
Lopsided and large, a slaphappy smile had taken over Gally’s face as you pulled him away from his friends as soon as the bonfire had begun. Earlier, when you were eating dinner with everyone else in the Safe Haven, you whispered to Gally while his mouth was full that you had a surprise for him.
Once far enough away from the group, you led Gally into one of the tents. He helped himself to a made cot, legs extended over the edge, and parted with room for you. He figured he was about to be treated to a sequel from the other night. His hands were impatient as they fiddled with the button of his pants.
“Close your eyes.” You hummed. Gally did not need to be told twice.
Photopsias [Gally x Reader]
Pairings: Gally x Reader. Word Count: 1k
Summary: Gally hates change. [Angst]
Notes: I haven't written in a while.
He was restless. Tossing and turning beside you and constantly ripping the thin blanket from your body. Usually with exhausted bones and a full-ish stomach, Gally was out like a light as if the prospect of nightmares didn’t exist. Tonight was different. You knew the arrival of Thomas, and the changes he brought along with him, had irked Gally. Still, it was strange for him to be up all night.
“I’m going for a walk.” He grumbled in one low huff.
“Do you want some company?” Through a yawn, you asked. The question held Gally in place. He stopped pulling his shirt over his head for a second and stood still, contemplating.
Once his brown shirt was on, he brought his chin to his shoulder, looking back at you in his bed in the hut he had just recently built for only the two of you, and nodded sheepishly like a little kid embarrassed that they were still afraid of the dark.
Request with a prompt and a person and whatever else
1. I don’t think he’s even got dressed.
2. We don’t need each other anymore.
3. I don’t want you to have my number.
4. You were always going to leave.
5. The feeling isn’t gone.
6. I miss those days.
7. Who is going to take you to the ocean?
8. Who asked for your advice?
9. I’m not sure we were meant to survive.
10. Everyone is changing.
11. I’m sorry that you saw me when I lost my way.
12. You’ll get over it.
13. I know it hurts right now.
14. You’ll find some other girl to kiss.
15. There’s nothing left to try.
16. Loneliness isn’t a sufficient reason.
17. It’s not enough to be sorry.
18. You would lie in a heartbeat.
19. It’s all the same.
20. The sun is rising!
21. I don’t want to talk about sex.
22. They said they needed to talk.
23. Are you suggesting I leave my boyfriend?
24. I was only ever thinking about you.
25. I’ve made peace with what happened.
26. Who is going to save me?
27. I don’t want you to stop haunting me.
28. Give me one night.
29. You have to live with it.
30. I’m tired of being hopeful.
31. Say you want me.
32. Of course, he’s in them.
33. I’ve been thinking about you.
34. Where the hell are you?
35. You’re always almost here.
36. You’re so dramatic.
37. Call me when you’re home.
38. He’s going to be there.
39. I want to scream.
40. She thinks you like that?
41. I hope your lies bite you in the ass.
42. You’re not with me anymore.
43. Does that scare you?
44. I have to see you everywhere.
45. I got one thing right.
46. Why do you have a knife?
47. Nobody’s heard from her.
48. I think you’re awesome
49. We are so far from home
50. You’re too high to drive
51. Let’s be honest with ourselves.
52. Did it bite you in the ass?
53. I have nowhere to be.
54. I think you’re just like me
55. Behave yourself
56. It was a pretty good lie.
57. We go to the same parties.
58. I didn’t tell anyone what you did
59. You’re scum
60. Don’t walk away from me.
61. Come clean
62. You always come around
63. You’ve been my life since I was 17
64. You’re not a man. You’re just a boy.
65. Of course you’re crying
66. I know you don’t believe me
67. I wish I didn’t care about you anymore.
68. I don’t know what I should have done
69. You always put me second
70. I don’t want to feel this pain
71. I blame you!
72. I wish I could talk to you.
73. It’s a hard pill to swallow
74. Was it something I said ?
75. I didn’t want to do it
76. I didn’t want to break your heart
77. Take this argument to the parking lot
78. What’s the matter with me?
79. I just assumed…
80. You drove me crazy.
81. It’s nice to wake up with you.
82. I don’t want you as a good friend.
83. They have no idea about us.
84. Say my name.
85. Get on the floor
86. I never learn.
87. You have to kick him out.
88. I’m not over you.
89. Don’t pick up the phone.
90. You’ll move on
91. You keep showing up in my dreams.
92. Wherever you are.
93. Don’t open that door again.
94. You said you’d be back by nine.
95. Take your time
96. You didn’t think to call me ?
97. I’m trying not to cry
98. Why do you do this to me?
99. I wanted to do it face to face
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Benny Miller and 216 - We were in bed when you called. (but the 'we' refers to their pet or kid, because we are here for happy feelings today - not angst)
This took a minute. Thank you for your patience! Fluffy lil Benny Miller drabble.
An impossibly tight squeeze from your bladder had woken you up. It was the only thing that could coax you out your comfortable bed that you never meant to fall asleep in in the first place. The sun had still been pouring in through the window when you came into the room to change out of your work clothes and into the comfortable fleece pajama pants that you wished you could get away with at the office. How you had gone from sitting on the edge of the bed putting on pants to fast asleep on top of the covers, you would never know. The bedroom was pitch black now, the glow of orange lamplight outside not even breaking through.
As you stood up off the bed, you found your cell phone on the night stand and checked your phone for the time. 11:18 PM. You had been out of it for four and a half hours and collected a missed call, two 'Are you OK' texts from your boyfriend, and a long winded message from your best friend in the midst of family drama.
Benny Miller and 216 - We were in bed when you called. (but the 'we' refers to their pet or kid, because we are here for happy feelings today - not angst)
This took a minute. Thank you for your patience! Fluffy lil Benny Miller drabble.
An impossibly tight squeeze from your bladder had woken you up. It was the only thing that could coax you out your comfortable bed that you never meant to fall asleep in in the first place. The sun had still been pouring in through the window when you came into the room to change out of your work clothes and into the comfortable fleece pajama pants that you wished you could get away with at the office. How you had gone from sitting on the edge of the bed putting on pants to fast asleep on top of the covers, you would never know. The bedroom was pitch black now, the glow of orange lamplight outside not even breaking through.
As you stood up off the bed, you found your cell phone on the night stand and checked your phone for the time. 11:18 PM. You had been out of it for four and a half hours and collected a missed call, two 'Are you OK' texts from your boyfriend, and a long winded message from your best friend in the midst of family drama.
“why are you tugging my hair?” ben miller drabble
Originally wrote this years ago for a different person, but rewrote with Benny in mind. Just a cute, fluffy drabble.
Benny always fell asleep first. With the exception of when he was worked up and upset, he tended to drift off as soon as his head made contact with the pillow regardless of if you two were at his place or yours. Neither of you could pinpoint the exact moment, but you had practically moved into his apartment a few months ago. Right now, however, you wished you were in your own room with the lights on and the comfort of your childhood plush cat.
As the wind howled against Benny’s bedroom window, your heart beat quickened. You tried to ‘accidentally’ wake up your boyfriend by adjusting your arms to knock into his chest or squirm enough that it disrupted him. Benny was out cold though, snoring on occasion as a sign that he was still alive. Eventually, you stopped playing coy and shoved his shoulder with actual force. He moaned slightly, but refused to fully wake up. Twice, you hissed his name and then tugged on a wayward chunk of hair in front of his eyes.
“What? What? What” Benny snapped and opened wide, ready for anything at a moment’s notice. It was a residual effect of all his time in special forces. Once actually awake, he reached instinctively for his hair with shut eyes. “Why are you tugging my hair?”
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“how much is a lot?” will miller drabble
Drabble based off a prompt from a list below. I apologize for the lack of ‘keep reading’ link. It wasn’t working out.
He hated when you walked away, but you weren’t sure you would stay composed if you stood in front of him anywhere with your eyes wide and mouth open in evident surprise. Wasn’t he just saying a couple weeks ago that he was finally feeling settled? You left Will silent in the kitchen, right hand thrusted out of frustration into the pocket of his jeans while you pretended to try and collect yourself in the bedroom.
You weren’t actually making an effort to be composed though. Instead, you were mumbling small groans of confusion on your side of the bed while taking out your earrings. They were small gold studs, the first gift Will ever gave you. Almost 4 years ago, silently leaving the box on the bathroom sink of the apartment you’d been renting on your own at the time. He was so nonchalant about it that you didn’t notice the little black box by your toothpaste all day until he had to prompt you to go look. You wore them almost every day, but you needed something to do or else your hands would be left right now to furiously remove the pillows from the bed and toss them across the room.
Will sighed as he settled his side against the door frame. He had given you a minute to yourself, but it had felt like eons as he paced through the kitchen and pantomimed cleaning the counter. He wrinkled his brows together as he saw you taking out your earrings. What did that mean?
“It could lead to a lot of money, babe.” Slow and confident, as if he was wrapping up one of his professional speeches, he told you.
While you weren’t looking over at him yet, he had your attention.
“How much is a lot?” Money was a pink elephant in the room. You two rarely outright spoke about it, but the stress of combined bills at the end of every month was silently felt between you both.
“It would cover your student loans.” Will checked the space between his socked feet and then back to you. He hoped that nugget would bring your eyes to him again. “And then some”
It took you long to pipe up and you felt that, but the idea of never feeling the hot force of student loans pushing into your shoulders every month was momentarily enticing. He knew that. A man of few words, Will Miller wouldn’t have brought it up otherwise.
“If the choice is between having huge debt for years or you going off and potentially being shot at again? I am always going to choose debt. Always.” Conviction cracking your voice, you finally looked at him in disbelief that you would have to say that. The obvious sadness pouring through you coaxed him over the threshold and into the room with you. “I just thought that was finally behind us.” He had a new routine now. He was on a sleep medication that worked. He wasn’t feeling isolated in a crowd anymore. The idea of him going back, even for one last job, felt like pissing all over that progress. You didn’t doubt that you two could do it again, but the idea didn’t set off fireworks. Hands between your knees, you sighed as he cautiously sat by you on the bed’s edge.
“It’s for Pope. It’s an easy job.” He said as if either fact was reassuring. His right hand came to the back of your head, fondly strumming through locks of hair. “I don’t want to go with my girl pissed at me.” Will admitted what you already knew, his thumb moving hair away to graze over the empty spot on your ear where the gold stud had been.
Part of you wanted to tell him again not to go, just as you had when you were both still in the kitchen, but you felt his eyes on your profile, fingers soft in your hair and on your skin, and you inhaled to reset - finally feeling closer to composed.
“I’m not pissed.” Your shoulder met his chest as you leaned in with trust, deflating against him. He wasn’t asking for your permission nor did he require it. It was your support that Will wanted as per usual. “I’m always going to worry about you, but I’m also always going to be in your corner.” It was a promise, one that you both were always reminding the other of. Will bowed his head over yours, breathing in the soft scent of sea salt shampoo before protectively closing his hand over the side of your face that wasn’t up to his chest. Finally, he could breathe a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was for you to go to sleep angry at him.
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