Goodguyfitz x Reader || Psycotic

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Cam's POV:

      y/n had finally snapped. and to be honest, i was proud of her. all of that shit alex had done to her, honestly, pissed me off so much. y/n is so amazing, i didn't understand it. i look over to her and see her head placed up against the window, her lookin forward out of the windshield. she had been through so much, i knew i had to help her. the guys would want to help too. i'm sure of it.

time skip brought to you by lava time! (you'd understand if you watched cam's stream on smp live on the day i updated this lol)

the whole car ride i would glance over at her, just to check on her. after a while, she started to doze off. i didn't live too far away, but she must've been tired. i pulled into my apartments lot at around 2 pm. i turned the car off, and climbed out.

Your POV:

i was so fucking tired, that i just passed out. i felt bad, but i couldn't help it. i slept soundly until i felt a pair of arms around me. i lifted from out of the car seat, and was being carried by someone. i flinched at the sudden touch before i realized the only person it could be, and then i dozed back off.

another time skip brought to you by the author having no motivation the past week :,)

i woke up in a bed that wasn't mine. i shot up, and started to look around the room anxiously. then it all came back. what had happened today. i sighed, and put my head in my hands. though i'd never seen it, i assumed this was cam's room. i lift my head up and take in the surroundings.

clean and nice. hm.

i looked towards the nightstand to find my phone blowing up. i looked at the time first, 5:23 pm, and then began to read the notifications. i rolled my eyes at he abundance of messages from alex. i got up and left the room, leaving my phone in there too. i wobbled down the stairs, almost fell a few times, and arrived in the living room. i heard noise coming from the kitchen, so i headed that direction. i was greeted by cameron hovering over the stove, cooking something up. he heard me enter so he turned and smiled at me.
"hey. how ya feeling?" he simply put, before turning back to whatever he was doing. i didn't say anything, but i ran over to the kitchen and hugged his back. he tensed at first, probably from shock. he turned over in my embrace and hugged me back.
"thank you." i muttered into his chest. he chuckled.
"of course. also," he said before pulling away and looking me in the eyes. "nice to finally meet you, y/n" he smiled at me, and i smiled back. this felt good.
"FUCK. SHIT." he exclaimed before letting me go and flipping back around. he let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. "i thought i almost burnt that shit." i giggled.

Cam's POV:

(sorry for flipping back and forth between perspectives i'm not good at writing lmao)

i blushed. that giggle was the cutest shit. ever. though i'd heard it through call before, it sounded so much nicer in person. i continued cooking the noodles, i thought spaghetti sounded good and almost comfort food like. so here we are.
"can i help?" a voice rose from behind me.
"nope. just go take a seat at the dining table, it'll be ready in a sec." she sighed, though she didn't argue, and took a seat. she knew there was no point in arguing. i'd win.

after a short while dinner was ready, so i served it up and put it in front of her. we chatted a bit during this, and it was nice to see her finally becoming the person i'd talked to for so long. her humor kicked up, and you could just tell she was happier. it made me happy. i grabbed my plate and sat down with her.

Your POV:
( sorry i keep thinking imma end it soon but then i get an idea lmao sodryryryryryeyryry)

i looked at the food in front of me, and took a bite. it tasted as good as it smelt and it smelt good. cameron took a seat next to me and watched me take a bit first before taking a bit of his own.
"ah shit this is good!" i moan to add affect and he just laughs. "not that good but thanks y/n for the ego boost." he smiles cheekily and throws up a thumbs up. i chuckle and mumble, "thank you, for all of this." he reaches out and grabs my hand, "it's really no problem." he says before quickly pulling his hand back and his face goes pink.

why'd he do that?

i brush it off. eh, i'm sure it's nothing. i go back to eating, and enjoy every bite. we sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, just eating. then he spoke up,
"how do you feel about meeting the rest of the boys tomorrow?"