𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ More Than Enough

insecure!girlfriend!reader x Cameron James

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You get a little insecure and frustrated, and Cameron is there for you

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: angst, insecurity, frustration, fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: hiii! omg that's so real. i love this movie so much. i need more request for Cameron or Patrick. Enjoy!

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The hallways of Padua High were louder than usual.

Students hurried from class to class, lockers slammed shut, and conversations echoed through the corridors.

Normally, you'd be laughing with Cameron during passing period.

Today, though, you barely looked up from the floor.

Your backpack felt heavier than usual, your thoughts even heavier.

You hadn't been sleeping well. Schoolwork was piling up, every assignment felt impossible, and lately every time you looked in the mirror, all you could focus on were the things you wished you could change.

You figured if you smiled enough, no one would notice.

Except Cameron always noticed.

He spotted you walking past his locker, your shoulders slumped and your usual smile nowhere to be found.

"Y/N?"

You looked up.

"Oh... hey."

He frowned.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

It came out a little too quickly.

"I'm fine."

Cameron tilted his head.

"You've said three words to me all day."

"...I've just been busy."

He gently reached for your hand.

"You don't have to pretend with me."

That was all it took.

Your eyes immediately filled with tears.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," you admitted quietly. "I've just been... stressed. Everything feels like too much lately."

Cameron's expression softened.

"You should've told me."

"I didn't want to bother you."

He looked genuinely surprised.

"Bother me?"

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes.

"I just... I haven't really been feeling good about myself either."

He stepped a little closer so the busy hallway faded into the background.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded.

"I know when you look in the mirror, you probably notice every little thing you wish was different."

You blinked.

"But when I look at you..." he smiled softly, "...I see my favorite person."

A tear slipped down your cheek.

"Cameron..."

"I'm serious."

He squeezed your hand.

"I see someone who's kind to everyone, even when they're having a bad day. Someone who works harder than anyone I know. Someone who makes me smile just by walking into the room."

You laughed weakly.

"I don't feel like that person right now."

"That's okay."

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You don't have to feel your best every single day."

The bell rang, sending students rushing toward their next classes.

Neither of you moved.

"You know," Cameron said, "how about after school we skip the studying for one evening?"

You raised an eyebrow.

"Skip studying?"

"I know. Very rebellious."

You smiled for the first time all day.

"We can grab milkshakes, watch a movie, or just sit by the lake. Whatever helps you breathe a little easier."

"And you'll listen to me complain?"

"For as long as you need."

You wrapped your arms around him without another word.

He hugged you back immediately.

"I've got you," he whispered.

You rested your head against his shoulder.

"I really needed to hear that."

He smiled.

"And if tomorrow's still hard..."

You looked up.

"...We'll get through tomorrow together, too."

₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹I've Got You

Summary: You’re on your period and Cameron helps you feel better

Pairing: girlfriend!reader x Cameron James

Warning: Period, triggering, fluff, angst

Notes: This is so sweet. So Cameron coded too. Enjoy!

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You collapse onto the couch, blankets tangled around you, stomach aching like someone is twisting it from the inside. Your head pounds, and even moving feels impossible.

Cameron, of course, notices immediately. He’s coming out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with a steaming mug of tea, a small bowl of chocolate, and a heating pad. He sets it carefully on the coffee table and kneels in front of you.

“Hey, my little hero,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “How’s my brave girl doing today?”

You groan, burying your face in the blankets. “Terrible… I feel awful.”

Cameron frowns, tilting his head. “Terrible is not allowed today. You’re in my care, okay, cutie? I’ve got you.”

You lift your head just enough to glare at him. “You don’t even know what that means.”

“I do,” he insists, voice warm and steady. “It means blankets, chocolate, tea, heating pads, cuddles, and endless love. And I promise unlimited bad TV if you want it, my little cupcake.”

You can’t help a small smile despite the pain. “Bad TV, huh?”

“Of course,” he says with a grin. “And maybe some sappy movies. Only the cheesiest ones, because my baby deserves them.”

He kneels closer, draping a blanket over your shoulders and pulling you against his chest.

You can feel the warmth of his body immediately easing some of the tension in your muscles.

“You want me to get you anything else, my sweet pea?” he asks, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “More tea? Pain meds? Another blanket?”

You shake your head weakly. “Just… stay.”

Cameron smiles, resting his chin on top of your head. “Oh, don’t worry, cupcake. I’m never leaving. Not today. Not ever.”

He holds you like that for a while, gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. Every now and then, he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“You’re my little hero,” he whispers. “You handle everything so well, even when your body is being mean to you. I’m so proud of you.”

You nuzzle into his chest, letting a sigh escape. “I just feel so… blah.”

“Shhh,” he says, running a hand through your hair. “It’s okay to feel blah, my lovebug. You don’t have to be strong right now. You’re allowed to just… be. And I’ll be here, making sure you’re comfy, cozy, and spoiled.”

He passes you the chocolate, then gently guides your hands around the mug of tea. “Here, my little pumpkin,” he says softly. “Sip it slowly. I’ll be right here.”

You do as he says, letting the warmth seep into your hands. Cameron continues to stroke your hair and whisper soft words, little nicknames like my sweet pea, babycakes, lovebug, and cupcake falling off his lips.

“You know,” he murmurs, “even when you feel crappy, you’re the cutest little thing in the world.”

You giggle weakly, leaning into him. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grins. “Ridiculously in love with my baby girl. Ridiculously protective. Ridiculously yours.”

Hours pass like this. You’re curled up against him, sipping tea, nibbling chocolate, occasionally laughing at his silly jokes or commentary on the TV.

He never stops fussing over you—tucking in your blanket, pressing the heating pad to your stomach, rubbing your back, and whispering how much he loves you.

At one point, he rests his head on your shoulder. “You know, my little cupcake,” he says, voice soft and sleepy, “you don’t have to do anything today. Just be my baby, and I’ll handle the rest. You’re perfect, even on the days your body is mean.”

You press a tired kiss to his chest. “I don’t deserve you.”

He laughs softly, resting his cheek against your head. “Oh, silly goose. You always deserve me. I’m stuck with you, my lovebug. Forever.”

Eventually, the tea is gone, the chocolate is half-eaten, and you’re finally starting to feel a little better.

You nuzzle further into him, letting his warmth and soft words lull you toward sleep.

“Sweet dreams, my little hero,” he whispers as your eyelids droop. “I’ve got you… always.”

summary: you and Cameron have a study date

Warnings: fluff

notes: I decided to make a Cameron james. He is just so cute I had to. Enjoy!

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The library is quiet in that way that makes every sound feel too loud.

Pages turning. A pen clicking. Someone coughing three rows over.

You sit across from Cameron at a long wooden table, textbooks spread between you like you’re actually here to study.

Sunlight filters through the tall windows, dust floating lazily in the air.

Cameron tries—he really does.

He stares at his notes, rereads the same sentence for the fourth time, underlines something that definitely doesn’t need to be underlined.

And then you smile at him.

He’s done.

“Okay,” he mutters under his breath.

You tilt your head. “Okay what?”

“Nothing,” he says too quickly, eyes dropping back to the page. “Just… thinking.”

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand. “You’ve been thinking about that same paragraph for ten minutes.”

He swallows. “It’s… a very complicated paragraph.”

You laugh softly, and Cameron’s grip tightens around his pen.

God, he loves that sound.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with chem,” you whisper, careful to keep your voice down.

“I know,” he whispers back. “I am helping. Internally.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Does internally mean staring at me every thirty seconds?”

His ears turn pink instantly. “I do not—”

You catch him mid-glance.

He exhales, defeated. “Okay. Maybe I do.”

You grin, reaching across the table to tap his book. “Focus, James.”

He looks at your hand instead. Your fingers. The way your sleeve slides up your wrist.

He leans closer, lowering his voice even more. “You can’t just sit there looking like that and expect me to focus.”

You blink. “Like what?”

“Like you,” he says, completely sincere.

Your smile softens. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m serious,” he whispers. “I planned this whole study date. I brought flashcards. I highlighted things.”

He gestures weakly to the colorful tabs sticking out of his textbook.

“And now?” you ask.

“And now I can’t remember a single thing about stoichiometry because my girlfriend is three feet away and keeps smiling at me.”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing too loudly.

“Cameron,” you tease, “it’s a library.”

“I know,” he groans quietly, dropping his forehead into his hand. “Which makes it worse.”

You reach out again, this time brushing your pinky against his. He stiffens, then relaxes, intertwining your fingers under the table like it’s a secret only the two of you know.

“Hey,” you whisper. “We can take a break.”

He looks up at you, hopeful. “Really?”

“For five minutes,” you say. “Then we actually study.”

He nods immediately. “Deal.”

You lean closer, voice barely audible. “What were you thinking about instead?”

Cameron hesitates, then admits softly, “How lucky I am.”

Your heart skips.

“You’re distracting,” he adds, smiling now. “But… in a good way.”

You squeeze his hand gently. “You’re doing great. Even if you’re bad at focusing.”

He chuckles, leaning in just enough that your foreheads almost touch. “Yeah. But I’m really good at liking you.”

Somewhere behind you, a librarian clears their throat pointedly.

You both jump apart, cheeks flushed, trying—and failing—not to laugh.

Cameron grabs his book again, still smiling. “Okay. Studying. For real this time.”

You glance at him over the top of your notes.

He doesn’t last two minutes before he looks back at you.

And honestly?