Hello my name is Cass or Puff, and I write fics for House MD and DPS
My favorite characters are Robert Chase, James Wilson, and Neil Perry, but I can write for pretty much everyone.
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☆A bit about me ☆
☆ HUGE NERD. I love space, sitcoms, drawings and singing.
☆ Currently obsessed with House MD, MYCT’s (Grian, Mumbo, LDShadowlady…) and DPS
☆ Pretty introverted, but I’d love moots (I’ll follow back from my main acc, chikinnuggiez)
☆ I’m still on season 3 of house. NO SPOILERS PLEASE
☆ I’m a native Spanish speaker, but I speak English better (somehow) and I’m also learning French
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Cameron loves to catalogue Reader’s trash. It’s not creepy, he swears. It’s just another way to get to know her. One that bypasses the pesky small talk. Not that he doesn’t like that. Rather there’s only so much Cam can learn about someone when most of their interactions color him as indifferent. Partially his fault. Well, more like mostly.
It was a few months in before Cam finally learns the timing of her period. Her cravings and the medication she uses for the cramps. As all the wrapping are stored within his bins. Cradled by expired groceries and discarded envelopes of paid bills.
‘Let me help take the edge off,’ his voice uncharacteristically sweet to Reader’s ears. She’s dead on her feet, mind in the gutter when Cameron greets her. ‘None of that, just gonna make you something light to eat,’ thumbs brushing across her dark circles. ‘Look like a zombie.’
Unfortunately, Reader still had to go to work while on her period. ‘Gee golly, thanks,’ Reader retorts sarcastically. ‘Oh but you’re in lucky. Happen to find grouchy zombies quite cute.’ Grabbing the chocolate he had delivered to the house earlier. Cashing in his favor with Mac to help him as Cam wasn’t really the best when it came to technology.
Eventually wearing her down enough with “kind” acts, Reader invites Cameron into her bed. The taste of herbal tea with honey still thick on her tongue as they kissed. Reader had been the one to initiate, letting her hormones take over. Having hit a dry spell.
Cam drops her on the bed unceremoniously. A terracotta towel already beneath her to catch the messy jewels of blood. Flush against her bare bottom. Roughly pushing Reader's thighs apart, he pulls her closer. Diving in, he eats her out as if it were his last meal. 'This isn't—ah, gross to you?'
Tongue licking a stripe from her entrance to her clit. Wiggling his head side to side as he began to drool. Surrounded by the warm heat of her quim, the metallic tang, and the prickly hairs that made up her bush. Slurping noises filled the room. Groaning when Reader's hand trailed into his raven locks. Taking it as a cue to go faster.
But he instead chooses to tortuously remove himself from the paradise between her thighs. Looking up at her with lust blown eyes, Cameron laughed like a hyena. 'Gross? You forget I live for filth, love.' Smearing the blood up along her thighs as he leaves slobbery kisses in his wake. His hands were just as soaked. Feeling a tug on his greasy tresses, Cam relents, 'okay, okay, sweetheart. I'll go back down.'
It doesn't take long before she begins to reach her peak. Especially with the hums that emit from Cameron's throat every time a coagulated clot hits his tongue, gulping it down. His Adam apple visibly bobbing each time as well. Reader watching from her perch above him. Cam's hands tightened against Reader's hips when he felt her thighs begin to twitch.
Talking against her cunt, 'c'mon. Cum for me. Cum on my face.'
Reader drops, unable to keep herself propped up as she comes with a yelp. Hips bucking further into Cameron's mouth. 'That's it, that's a good girl. Did such a good job.' Cameron now softly cooing, hands rubbing gentle circles along her skin.
Lovely writer, I need some more Cameron propaganda. Maybe he gets teased by Charlie for not having a first kiss or something, so the reader calls him over to unknowingly stand under a mistletoe. Then mistletoe kisses???? And cheesiness?? Yesuuuuhhh. Anyway, you’re great, you’re great. Have a great day.
FIRST TIME POSTING A FIC IN SO LOOONG OMG
happy holidays y'all i can't wait to get into writing again !
thank you for requesting🥰
Secret Santa
Richard Cameron x reader
CW: female reader, erm i think that’s it, oh reader knits
[1.4k words]
Charlie’s house is glowing, every inch decked out in chaotic holiday cheer. Strings of multicolored lights twinkle from the ceiling, and the faint scent of pine mixes with the warmth of hot chocolate and crackling firewood. The record player spins a jazzy Christmas tune in the corner, and the room is packed with the poets.
You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the tree, cradling the books Todd gave you for Secret Santa. They’re perfect. Thoughtful and carefully chosen, complete with his quiet little notes scribbled on the first pages. Warmth blooms in your chest as you glance at Todd, who’s smiling shyly from across the room.
Cameron sits on the floor in front of the coffee table, carefully unwrapping his gift from Charlie. You watch as his meticulous fingers peel back the wrapping paper, exposing a festive box adorned with snowflakes. He lifts the lid with the same care he approaches everything, as if the box might hold some kind of secret.
Inside are three things: a tube of lip balm, a small handheld mirror, and a bag of Hershey kisses. Cameron tilts his head, his brow furrowing.
“Uh…” he begins, pulling out the items one by one. “Charlie, what is this?”
The room quiets slightly, everyone leaning in to see what absurdity Charlie has orchestrated this time.
Charlie, who is perched on the arm of the couch wearing a Santa hat tilted jauntily to the side, bursts out laughing. “It’s a first kiss care package!”
Cameron freezes, his face turning red as he clutches the bag of chocolate.
“A what?” he stammers.
Charlie grins, holding up a finger as if ticking off points. “First, lip balm. Obvious reasons. Gotta keep those lips kissably soft, my friend.”
A snort escapes from Neil, who’s sprawled on the couch with Meeks.
“Second,” Charlie continues, holding up an imaginary mirror, “the mirror. So you can practice with yourself and get the angle right, you know, for when the big moment happens.”
Cameron’s jaw drops. “You’re kidding.”
“And third,” Charlie says, gesturing dramatically toward the bag in Cameron’s lap, “Hershey kisses. Just in case the real thing never happens.”
The room erupts in laughter, Neil nearly falling off the couch and Knox covering his face as he shakes with silent giggles.
You glance at Cameron, who looks like he might combust. His ears are bright red, and he’s gripping the mirror like it might shield him from the teasing.
“Charlie!” you say, though you’re struggling not to laugh yourself. “That’s… thoughtful, I guess?”
“It’s absurd!” Cameron protests, holding up the lip balm like it’s evidence in a courtroom. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Use it, obviously,” Charlie says with a smirk. “Trust me, your lips are gonna thank me later.”
Cameron groans, burying his face in his hands. “This is humiliating.”
Neil was next to open your gift, and you should’ve been paying attention to Neil as he opened the knit sweater you’d poured hours into over the last month, but your focus was elsewhere.
Cameron had just excused himself, mumbling something about needing another drink. It wasn’t convincing, not to you. His tone was tight, and his body language screamed discomfort. It wasn’t hard to guess why.
Setting down your mug of cider, you stood and followed him into the kitchen.
The bright lights above the sink felt jarring compared to the dim, cozy glow of the living room. Cameron stood by the window, his back to you, hands resting on the counter as he gazed out at the snow-covered yard. His reflection in the glass looked a little sad, and your heart clenched.
“You okay?” you asked softly, stepping closer.
He startled slightly, glancing over his shoulder. “Yeah,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “I’m fine.”
You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter. “You don’t sound fine.”
He hesitated, his gaze shifting back to the window. “It’s nothing,” he muttered.
“Cameron,” you said gently, taking a step closer. “Come on. It’s me. You can talk to me.”
He sighed, his breath fogging up the glass in front of him. “It’s just… Charlie,” he admitted. “Sometimes, I don’t know how to handle him. He means well, I guess, but…”
“But he doesn’t know when to stop,” you finished for him, your voice warm with understanding.
Cameron nodded. “Exactly. I know it’s all jokes to him, but it’s not always easy for me to laugh it off.” He turned to face you, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. “I just wish he wouldn’t make everything a spectacle.”
You smiled softly. “That’s Charlie for you. A walking, talking spectacle.”
That drew a faint laugh from Cameron, though it was tinged with resignation.
Your eyes drifted upward, catching a sprig of mistletoe hanging above the two of you. You smirked. Of course, Charlie. Who else would’ve strategically placed mistletoe all over his house?
An idea sparked in your mind.
“Hey, Cameron,” you said, your tone light as you stepped closer. “Come here for a second.”
He blinked, clearly confused but obliging. “What is it?”
You reached up gently, touching his jaw to tilt his head back so he could see the mistletoe. “Look up.”
His eyes widened as he took in the green sprig tied with a red ribbon. “Oh.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
You let your hand drop but stayed close. “You know what this means, right?”
He swallowed nervously, his gaze flickering from the mistletoe to you. “Uh, yeah.”
A teasing smile tugged at your lips. “Good. Because you still owe me a Christmas present.”
His brows furrowed slightly. “I do?”
You nodded, your voice dipping into something more serious but still playful. “Mm-hmm. A kiss. It’s tradition, after all.”
Cameron stared at you, his face slowly turning a deep shade of pink. For a moment, you thought he might bolt, but then he surprised you.
“I, uh…” He cleared his throat, then nodded quickly. “Yeah. Okay. If… uh, if that’s what you want.”
Your teasing smile softened into something gentler. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
Cameron hesitated for only a second before leaning in, his movements careful, almost shy. When his lips met yours, it was sweet and tentative, a kiss that spoke of nervousness but also something genuine.
The warmth of it spread through you like the glow of Christmas lights, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips.
When he pulled back, his face was bright red, but there was a small, almost dazed smile on his face. “Was… was that okay?” he asked quietly.
“More than okay,” you replied, your heart feeling as light as snowflakes.
For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the kitchen quiet except for the muffled sounds of the party in the other room.
“So,” Cameron said after a moment, his voice still soft but with a hint of playfulness. “Does this mean I don’t have to use Charlie’s ‘first kiss care package’ after all?”
Before you could answer, the kitchen door swung open, and there he was, Charlie Dalton, grinning like a mad man. “Well, well, well,” he said, clapping his hands together loudly enough to startle both of you. “Looks like my Secret Santa gift paid off!”
You blinked at him. “Your Secret Santa gift?”
Charlie sauntered into the kitchen, completely unbothered by the looks you and Cameron were giving him. He gestured dramatically to the mistletoe hanging above your heads. “You’re welcome, by the way. Planted that bad boy all over the house just for you two.”
Cameron groaned, his face turning beet red as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Charlie…”
“What?” Charlie said innocently, though the mischievous twinkle in his eye gave him away. “It’s the season of giving! And what better gift than ensuring you finally got your first kiss? Honestly, it was starting to get painful to watch.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the sheer absurdity of it breaking through the moment’s tension. “You’re ridiculous,” you told Charlie, though there was no real bite in your voice.
“Ridiculously thoughtful,” he corrected, crossing his arms with a self-satisfied smirk. “Anyway, you’re welcome for the push, Cameron. You can thank me later.”
Cameron groaned again but this time smiled faintly, his eyes darting to you. “I think I’ll stick to thanking her.”
Charlie threw his hands up dramatically. “Fine! Fine! Be ungrateful. But don’t think I’m not claiming this as my greatest Christmas miracle yet.” He winked at you both before backing out of the kitchen.
As the door swung shut behind him, you and Cameron exchanged a look, his blush still lingering but softened by the small smile on his face.
“Well,” you said, stepping a little closer and taking his hand, “miracle or not, I’m glad it happened.”
“Me too,” Cameron said, his voice quiet but sure, his fingers lacing through yours.
From the other room, Charlie’s voice rang out, “Merry Christmas, lovebirds!”
I was reading fanfiction a few minutes ago, right? And it was about halloween costumes. Well, Cameron in halloween costumes.
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT JUST RANDOMLY CAME TO MY MIND?!?!
okok y’all aren’t ready for this scenario-
Imagine it being Halloween and yn and Cam are going to go to a Halloween party of one of their friends. He knew what costume you’d choose, because you loved it so much, you couldn’t shut up about it. He, however, kept his costume choice a secret. You were lowkey scared he’d come up with something either incredibly scary, weird or stupid but it was
so.
much.
worse.
Or better, in your case.
After a few years of you and him being in a relationship, you randomly told him, that you had an immense crush on his character Jerome Valeska when you were 17. You were a few years younger than him. He was 30 now and you were 25. So when he was 22, you were 17, which was when they released the second season of Gotham. (This shit took all my math knowledge omfg)
You two laughed about it together. Cameron was a bit surprised that you randomly shared your teenage crushes with him, but he found it cute and funny.
So anyways.
It was the evening of the party and you already waited for him in the kitchen, already wearing your (fav costume) costume.
Cam‘s costume must’ve been very time-, skill- and effort-consuming, because he had called someone he once worked with, to help him with it. By the time you were really curious about his costume. Why did he make it such a secret?
You didn’t want to be late, so you knocked on the bathroom door and called:“ Cam, darling, are you ready soon? We’re gonna be late.“
„Yeah, yeah, just a sec, hun!“, he answered from the other side of the door, giggling like a little child.
What the hell was up with him? His costume must be really great.
You went back down the stairs and waited for him at the bottom of the staircase.
After a few minutes, you heard the bathroom door creak open upstairs and him giggling. As he came downstairs you turned around and-
You couldn’t believe your eyes.
Were you dreaming?
Wth was happening.
In front of you stood your boyfriend.
As Jerome mf Valeska.
You stopped breathing for a bit and felt like passing out any second. All those butterflies you felt for the character in your teens-
They were back.
„You like it?“, Cam smirked.
You just stared at him.
Then you just broke out into loud laughter.
„Wtf Cam HAHAHAH WHAT IS THIS“
You had to grab onto your thighs for support while wheezing and laughing.
„I thought, for this Halloween, I’d go as your teenage crush.“, he joined in on your laughter.
„I can’t take this Cam omfg. It’s so weird. I can’t take you seriously with this, you know that right?“
„Nah, I think you’re just even more in love with me right now.“, he grinned proudly.
„Yeah true.“
„Sooo“, he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.
„ You still in love with lil ol‘ me?“, he asked in his deep Jerome voice.
Your face dropped.
„There is no way you can still do that.“, you said, blushing like mad.
He began laughing again.
„ Guess your crush on him is still there.“, he grinned.
„Yeah I guess the fictional crushes of teenage girls will never leave them.“, you said, a hand now over your mouth, still in shock.
„ Then let’s make little Yn‘s teenage dream come true and let her spend an evening with her bad boyfriend, Jerome Valeska.“, he grinned, placing an arm around your hip as he started guiding you towards the front door to leave.
„You know I’ll not be able to process this the whole evening, right?“, you asked, still a bit in shock.
„Yep.“, he grinned happily.
„Maybe my hot gf will be all over me even more the whole evening.“, he said, leaning down towards your ear, then whispering.
„ You look very hot btw hun. Gotta make sure to not let my feelings take over and take you home again just so I can have you all to myself, huh?“, he smirked.
You blushed. Yn exe literally stopped working.
You had literally the best boyfriend, Cameron Monaghan, who was also Jerome Valeska today..
Wtf.
„I love you so much Cameron, you know that?“
He smiled at you.
„ If you want you could even call me Jerome or J today.“, he smirked.
„But yeah, I know that. I love you too. And I love you more.“, he smiled proudly.
„But just don’t fall for Jerome more than for me, alright?“, he asked jokingly.
„No can do.“, you laughed at him as he poked your sides and started to tickle you as a response to your sassy answer.
—————
At the party, you two leaned on the bar waiting for your drinks. Well basically he leaned with his back against the bar and you leaned with your back against his hard chest, him having his arms around you. He put his head onto your shoulder and let out a sigh, making you shoot him a questioning look.
Then he raised his voice in the Jerome tone.
„It just feels good to be back.“
You giggled.
„Just don’t start killing people for real okay?“
„Why not? I wouldn’t harm you of course, doll. You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.“, he murmured in your ear in that raspy voice.
You laughed.
„Hell yeah I am.“
You took his hand in yours and placed a soft kiss on its back.
„And nothing’s gonna change that.“, you added, now turning your head to the side and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled, turned his head in your direction as well and kissed you on your lips, soft and gentle, the sfx make up on his lips feeling funny but also kinda real, which was astonishing.
As you pulled back, you examined every inch of his scarred face. Then you absentmindedly traced the scar where his face was „sewn on again“.
This was literally the most romntic thing Cam could’ve ever done for you and you didn’t even think about it earlier. That he could dress as Jerome.
There was a moment of silence as you two looked at each other.
„ I love you.“, you said. It was the most genuine and honest tone of yours.
„ Just please don’t get stabbed in the neck again or fall off a building. I can’t handle that shit again 8 years later. Hurt bad enough at 17.“, you smirked, rolling your eyes.
He chuckled.
„ I promise.“, he said in a playful way, but then his expression turned serious.
„I could never leave you YN, really. I love you.“
——————-
You two had an amazing evening.
BROOO IMAGINE-
Guys it’s 4:22 am and I’m sick so I really don’t give a fuck about any mistakes in this. That’s also why there aren’t any cute symbols or pictures for the aesthetic, I’m literally writing this on my phone rn. So I’ll fix that and correct them later, okay?
Hello. Can I request Ezekiel, Izzy, Cameron and Dawn with Iroha Nijiue 2.0!S/O? (If you're curious, she's from Super Danganronpa Another 2). Oh, and Happy New Year! 🎊
Thank you, and Happy New Year to you!
Headcanons Like Iroha Nijiue
🌲Ezekiel x Reader 🐀
Ezekiel and you have known each other for quite some time. You seemed like a pleasant person to him, friendly, sincere, if a little shy. He liked spending time with you, even though sometimes you could withdraw into yourself when you started drawing. Drawing was your passion and you spent a lot of time doing it, sometimes not noticing how much time had passed, forgetting to eat or forgetting that Ezekiel was in your room. He never took offense at you for that, watching you and how you made really beautiful drawings
You came to Ezekiel when you wanted to try to draw a landscape, but while you were walking to him, he had to remind you that nothing bad would happen and that if you didn't like the resulting drawing, you could just give it to him and forget about it. You felt insecure when you were painting landscapes, but you tried to fix it, and that's why you came to him. You liked painting there, and he was sitting next to you, smiling at you in a relaxed way. He liked watching you immerse yourself in drawing, forgetting about everything around you
You often discussed what you both liked. You had several common interests and you were ready to talk about it for a very long time, but you understood when you talked for too long and you were embarrassed by such moments. Ezekiel didn't stop you, but his opinion didn't always match yours, which he told you about. Because of this, you had small quarrels, but you didn't get angry with him for a long time and you quickly reconciled. He was really happy about it, because you were one of the people closest to him and he didn't want you to stop communicating or have a serious quarrel because he expressed his opinion
He was glad that you appeared in his life. You were the one he liked to spend time with, the one he liked to listen to, and the one who continued to communicate with him no matter what. You really held a big place in his heart, even though Ezekiel has not yet found the determination to tell you about it
🐍 Izzy x Reader 💫
Izzy was an unusual person, and that was putting it mildly. Someone might well have called her crazy, and therefore, when someone found out that you were together, it was surprising. It seemed like a weird joke, but it was the truth. Izzy loved you, in the sense of love that she knew, and you loved her. She spent a lot of time with you and she liked the way you told her what you liked, even if she inserted comments from her life between your phrases, some of which you weren't completely sure of, but you never told Izzy about it, not wanting to upset her
She was often with you when you were painting something. She liked to guess what exactly you were planning to draw, but she rarely guessed. Sometimes it seemed to you that she was just suggesting completely random things, without even thinking about what you really wanted to draw, but you didn't resent her for it. You loved her even though it was hard for you to understand what was going on in her head. Izzy was also the only one who knew that you didn't really like drawing, but everyone expected you to keep doing it, given that you loved it and couldn't stop drawing because of it. She told you that you shouldn't worry about what others would think, but unfortunately you couldn't do it as easily as Izzy did
Usually, when you felt anxious, uneasy, or insecure, you started drawing, but when Izzy was around, she wouldn't let you do it. She saw perfectly well that you seemed to be trying to hide behind drawing, and considering that you didn't like it as it seemed to others, she decided to take on the role of someone who would help you do without drawing. Instead, she found a huge number of different activities for the two of you, or distracted you with conversations so that you focused your attention on her and forgot that you were going to draw something. Quite often it actually worked
Izzy may have seemed strange, but she really understood what you were thinking and when it was hard for you. Her support methods were strange and unexpected, but you were still glad that she appeared in your life. You were glad that she was bringing a little chaos into your life, and you wouldn't trade it for anything
👓 Cameron x Reader 🤖
Initially, you and Cameron met online. He was interested in communicating with you and liked your drawings, which he told you about when you sent him photos of your drawings. Online communication seemed easier to both of you than live, but after a long time of such communication, you decided that you could try to meet live. You've been negotiating for a long time about when and where you can meet, and when that meeting finally took place, you both felt excited. It was much harder than you might have imagined, but the more you communicated, the more the excitement receded and the lightness that was present when communicating online reappeared
He enjoyed spending time with you. He enjoyed learning more about the world he had been avoiding for a long time with you, and it was much easier with you. Sometimes you stopped at some places when you wanted to paint something, but you never showed him the landscapes you were painting. When he asked you the reason for this, you got confused and confessed that you weren't very confident in your landscape drawing skills, but you tried to fix it, and that's why you tried not to avoid painting landscapes. Cameron did not expect that you could not draw something, because you seemed to him to be a genius in the field of drawing. His words confused you and he blushed himself, realizing that he had said it out loud
Cameron was friendly and it was easy for you to communicate with him. It would seem that you could easily tell him everything that was bothering you, and he wouldn't judge you. On the contrary, he could help you if it were in his power. You were able to make sure of this when you confessed to him that you didn't really like drawing, but when you were a child, everyone, seeing how easy you were at drawing, began to believe that this was something that you could make your life's work, and you couldn't give up on it. Over time, it has become a way for you to deal with stress and insecurity. He listened to you carefully and promised that he would try to help you cope with this and move on without having to fixate your life on drawing
You and Cameron tried to help each other. You both had problems, but you tried to help each other. He helped you deal with your insecurities, and you helped him better understand the world from which he had been shielded for most of his life. He sincerely wanted you to continue to be able to communicate and told you about it, which caused your sincere smile. None of you regretted that you decided to have a face-to-face meeting, despite all the risks and worries
🦋 Dawn x Reader 🐾
Dawn saw from the very first time you met that you had a lot of doubts and worries in your soul. She was always kind to you and always ready to listen, but at that moment you weren't ready to open your heart to her, so she just stayed by your side, watching you draw with a soft smile. Thanks to her, you were able to draw many different animals that came to her and whom she asked to let you draw them. You didn't understand how it worked, but as long as it worked, you were fine with it. It was only when you got closer that you were able to open up to her and tell her about what she had guessed before, but did not want to draw premature conclusions, much less tell you about her assumptions
You were really good at drawing. It was obvious to everyone who saw your drawings, but the truth was that you didn't really like to draw. You told Dawn about how when you were a child, when you were scared, when you were nervous or feeling insecure, you started drawing, and over time, others noticed it, not even guessing what you were really experiencing. Everyone told you that you shouldn't have given up drawing. Because of all this, you still used drawing as a kind of stress and anxiety avoidance method. Dawn listened to you carefully and offered to help you. She knew many ways in which you could try to deal with difficult emotions for you without resorting to an activity that you really didn't like
Together with Dawn, you tried to breathe when you were nervous, when you had the opportunity, you meditated together, she took you for walks, but not so that you could paint, but so that you could just enjoy nature. She helped you to start treating the emotions you were experiencing differently and deal with them in a different way. Her help was really important to you, and when it brought results, you smiled sincerely, and that was enough for Dawn. The fact that life was getting easier for you was more than fine with her
Looking at how you were getting better and better at dealing with your emotions, Dawn felt calm. She was glad that she was able to help you, because it was obvious to her how hard it was for you. Perhaps now you would only start drawing if you really wanted to, and not to cope with worries or to meet someone's expectations, which for a long time did not allow you to live in peace and do what you really liked, and she was going to continue to be there to help you and to support
