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Bobby Campbell

Night Shift ︎ ⏾

Part one 𝒻

Part two 𝒻

So Part three of night shift is technically complete, and has been for atleast a week, but I’m just not feeling it.

Bobby and the Reader go on their first date but I can’t decide whether I like it or not so leave some suggestions!

PART TWO (1.8k)

pairing - bobby campbell x fem! reader

summary — Halloween season approaches and the drive-in has a showing of The Shining, they also happen to have a special visitor.

warnings - some strong language

a/n — the long awaited second chapter (it’s been two days lol) has finally arrived, I was so suprised by the positive feedback from the first chapter and I’m so glad you guys have enjoyed the fic so far!

please don’t be afraid to leave suggestions for future chapters and works!!

Previous chapter… chapter one

Surprise!

The late afternoon sun washed the dry field in a dusty gold, its heat softened by a breeze that stirred the grass and lifted the smell of buttered popcorn through the air. Cars crept across the gravel lot, their radios crackling with static as people tuned into tonight’s screening—The Shining.

You made your way toward the projector booth, balancing a reel under your arm, when—

“RAAHH!”

You yelped, almost dropping the reel, arms flailing like you were trying to fight off a ghost. Two hands landed on your shoulders, steadying you.

“Hey—hey, it’s just me! It’s Bobby,” he said, laughing, though his voice had a nervous softness to it. “Relax.”

Your heart thudded in your chest as your eyes snapped open. “Jesus! That’s not funny.”

Bobby held up his hands in surrender, grinning. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. You having to be in here all alone, setting up a scary movie.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” you laughed, brushing past him with an exaggerated scowl that didn’t hide your smile.

“Oh Come on,” he teased. “Wait—don’t tell me you’ve never seen it.”

“I haven’t,” you confessed.

He stopped in his tracks. “What?! You work here, and you’ve never seen The Shining?”

“I don’t know. I was gonna wait for the right moment or something.”

“This is the right moment, spooky season approaches,” he said, falling in step beside you. “Spooky season? What’re you thirty?”

He scoffs as you head back into the lobby. He’d only been working here a few weeks, but he was getting the hang of things. Still mixed up soda sizes sometimes, but you weren’t exactly keeping score.

Back at the front, things were winding down for the evening rush. You checked the stock and frowned—no concession cups.

Bobby grinned, boyish and crooked.

Behind the counter, you noticed the stack of concession cups had run dry. “Hey Bobby, could you grab more cups from the back? And don’t forget to kick in the doorstop—it locks from the outside.”

“Sure thing,” he said with a mock salute, disappearing down the hallway.

As you wiped the counter, two girls strolled up—one short with long locs tied back in a silk scarf, the other a taller blonde with arms crossed, she looked like she ran a Lululemon bootcamp. They looked like they’d just come from hot yoga and a well-curated brunch.

“Hey!” the blonde said brightly. “Can we get a large popcorn and two drinks?”

“Ooh—babe, we should get M&M’s to mix in,” the girl said, nudging her partner.

“Ugh, I love the way you think.”

You rang them up with a polite smile, reaching for the candy. You notice the blonde eyeing your name tag and gives a knowing look to the girl beside her.

Bobby rounded the corner with a stack of cups in his arms, shoulders tensed in concentration. The moment he caught sight of the blonde, he nearly tripped over his own feet.

“Julia, what are you doing here?” he hissed. “Hi, Jade—I thought I told you not to come to my work.”

“Surprise!” She chirped

“Leave. Now.” He seethed

“What, we’re not allowed to support our local drive-in now?”

Jade grinned, smug written all over her face.

Your eyes flicked between them as Bobby flushed a deep red.

“I don’t see the problem here? We just came for snacks and horror… and to scope out the famous coworker you won’t shut up about,” Julia added, voice lilting with wicked amusement.

Bobby looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

“Shut up!” He warned with a hiss.

“We’ve heard all about you,” Jade said sweetly, completely ignoring bobby’s clear discomfort as you slide over their popcorn and began filling their drinks. ”he talks about you. A lot.” Julia adds.

You froze slightly, glancing at Bobby. He quickly busied himself dropping the cups on the counter like it was urgent. “No you haven’t, because I don’t!” he mumbled.

“Oh my god, relax,” Julia rolled her eyes. “It’s cute. We think it’s cute.”

You tried to say something—anything—but your brain short-circuited, and you sort of just awkwardly handed them their drinks.

“Okay,” Bobby cut in, waving his arms like he could shoo them away. “You got your snacks. Time to go.”

“Fine, fine,” Julia sighed dramatically, handing over a bill. “But we’ll be back, Jade always has to pee in the middle of movies.”

“I have a sensitive bladder!” Jade laughed.

“I hear bushes are great this time of year.” Bobby mumbled under his breath.

“Enjoy your shift!” Julia called as they walked away, Bobby groaned so hard you thought he might combust.

You carefully glanced towards him, “she seems…nice.” you offer politely.

“she was just joking, I don’t- don’t listen to her.” His face was flushed, he tugged at the collar of his shirt in attempts to mask his visible embarrassment.

it sounded almost like a plea, like he was trying to convince himself that what he was saying was true.

The rest of the shift went by pretty fast. By the time the sun had dipped behind the trees, you were starting to close up—sweeping popcorn kernels, restocking the candy shelf, organizing the register.

the hum of the ice machine and the fading audio of the movie blended into white noise. You were counting down the minutes till close. Bobby had stopped pretending to help at least thirty minutes ago.

He was lounging on the counter, legs dangling off the side, chewing the end of a red vine like it was a pen. His name tag was flipped upside down and smudged with butter.

“You know, we should get, like… uniforms, like proper uniforms" he said, mouth full. “Something real classy. Maroon vests. Little bowties.”

“Pass.”

You didn’t look up from restocking the popcorn buckets. “I barely want to wear this apron.”

He grinned and leaned back, arms bracing behind him. “Bet I’d look good in maroon.”

“You’d sweat through maroon.” He scoffed “Oh whatever.”

You finished stacking the buckets. When you turned around, he was already watching you — not in a weird way, just… like he was thinking about saying something and wasn’t sure if he should.

Finally: “Hey. You, uh… wanna catch the rest of the movie? Out in the lot?” You blinked. “uh I dunno…”

“Come on,” he said. “You have to watch this movie!”

“Fine,” you sighed, Bobby pumped his fist with a quiet “yes!”

Outside, a steady buzz hummed throughout the lot, people watching from lawn chairs and beat-up car hoods. The screen glowed across the field like a giant flashlight in the dark, casting pale shadows across the grass.

The company truck creaked when you both slid in — you on the driver’s side, Bobby climbing in through the passenger door with the grace of a newborn deer. He cracked the windows halfway, and leaned back with a sigh like he’d earned this.

“Luxury,” he mumbled. “Pure luxury.”

You pulled your legs up, resting your chin on your knee.

You reached into the glove box and pulled out two half-melted mints. Bobby took one and popped it in with a crunch.

Then, after a long beat:

“Ever wonder what it’d be like to be one of those couples? The ones who always park in the back row?”

You glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at you — eyes forward, face a little pink in the dim light.

He shifted next to you, hands clasped in his lap.

The movie flickered. Jack’s face on screen. The rising score creaked like a haunted floorboard.

Then—SLAM. A loud noise burst from the speakers as a door in the film was thrown open.

You flinched.

Bobby’s hand darted out on instinct, catching your forearm.

You both froze.

Your arm under his hand, his thumb brushing once—absent-minded, almost apologetic. Then he pulled back quickly, pretending to focus on the screen.

“…Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s okay,” you whispered.

You didn’t move away. And neither did he.

“I don’t understand, is he possessed or just crazy?” You whisper as the scene unfolds

“Uhm, like a bit of both? Think of like ghost ship, it’s like that.”

“What the fuck is ghost ship?” You wrinkle your nose at the stupid title, as if even saying it aloud tasted funny.

“Oh Jesus.” Bobby curses, almost offended by your lack of movie knowledge.

The screen slowly dimmed into static.

The last of the credits faded out, and a few cars flickered their headlights on in the lot, one engine coughing to life. Crickets hummed in the distance. A breeze picked up, rustling the grass. You hadn’t realized how still you’d gone until Bobby shifted beside you, his arm brushing yours again.

“Okay,” he whispered, stretching with a low groan.

You smiled, ducking your head a little, then glanced up at him.

He was still looking at you.

The space between you didn’t feel so wide anymore.

“…Thanks for watching this with me,” you said, voice soft. “It was nice.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, gaze lingering on your face. “It was.”

You didn’t know what possessed you then—maybe the night, or the movie, or just Bobby—but you didn’t look away.

Neither did he.

You could feel the quiet question building between you, crackling under the surface.

Are you gonna—

Bobby’s phone buzzed.

He winced, pulling it from his pocket. The screen lit up with a name you didn’t need to ask about.

Julia 🦴

Don’t think we didn’t see you try to pull the arm yawn trick then immediately chicken out, just go for it you pussy.

He groaned under his breath, face lighting up red.

You tilted your head. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just… my sister.” You leaned in slightly. “What she say?”

He blinked then grumbled something unintelligible.

you manage to peak the text, but only for a second before he pockets the phone again.

You shrugged. “I think she means well.”

He laughed again, and this time it was softer. More real.

“I swear I asked her not to come here,” he said. “She and Jade just… like to mess with me.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re easy to crack.”

“I am not.” You tilted your head knowingly. He smiled, biting his lip. There’s a pause.

“Hey… um…”

You turned toward him again. The air was still. Warm. Charged.

“If I, like… asked you to hang out sometime—outside of work—would that be weird?”

You blinked, caught off guard by how gentle his voice had gotten. “You’re asking if it’d be weird to hang out with a coworker?”

“I’m asking if it’d be weird,” he said, eyes meeting yours, “to hang out with a coworker who maybe kinda likes you.”

You didn’t speak right away. You didn’t need to. Your small smile said enough.

“…You’re cute when you’re nervous,” you said.

Bobby laughed—more of a surprised huff—and shook his head. “So is that a yes?”

“…Okay.” you bit your cheek. you saw a smile spread across his face, a genuine smile.

“So…you talk about me at home?”

He groaned at your teasing “please no.”

You giggled at the creeping flush that returned once again. You stood slowly, Bobby followed suit, still grinning, still watching you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

And as the two of you wandered back toward the building under the soft electric glow of the string lights overhead, you didn’t walk far apart anymore.

You walked just close enough.