Let Me Be Your Savior - Dark!Cameron Cade x Black Fem!Reader Ch. II
Sorry for the long wait! This chapter is gonna be a little long to compensate for that! - M Also this was a rush write tbh, not proofread!
TW: dark and obsessive themes, blood mentioned, death, dead bird do not eat, non/dubcon
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Ch. II You were in the bed, comfortable, until you noticed the amount of sleep you were getting was more than usual. You peaked one eye up and the morning sun was already high up. You scrambled awake, ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself, you definitely missed your 8 am. You were sure you had set your alarms for the night. You looked for your phone and found it on the nightstand next to the bed. It was 10:30 am, you groaned, your professor hated students missing lectures and made everyone sign in to earn attendance points (that explained his low Rate My Professor rating).
You heard Cameron step out of the bathroom as the shower stopped running. He stepped out with a towel hanging low on his waist as he was still slightly wet from the steamy shower. “Rise and shine sleepyhead,” he said, looking at how some of your hair peaked out of your bonnet, and the way the shirt he gave you to sleep in was wrinkled. You started to fully wake up, “I missed my first class, I have to get ready,” you said, giving him a quick kiss and moving past him before he could deepen it.
You moved quickly and deliberately, stripping before hopping in the shower.
You quickly stepped out, finding one of Cameron’s boxer shorts and hastily putting on lotion. You threw on your jeans and took one of his t-shirts, tying it in the back. Cameron kept his eyes on you as you hopped back into your jeans with a devilish smirk on his face. The way you tied the shirt and how your jeans fit hugged your curves in the right places. Hunger flashed through his eyes and it made a chill run down your back remembering the sinful actions you both partook in last night.
You faced away from him by the nightstand, flustered, putting lotion on your hands before slipping on your shoes. You felt a brick wall behind you suddenly appear, “When’s your next class?” he asked you, his hands finding their way to your waist, slowly moving them up and down. You slightly jumped at the sudden closeness, stumbling slightly into him, you could feel his erection through his towel. You almost choked on your words, “Uh..i-it’s in 45 minutes”. You were internally rolling your eyes at how you sounded, he let out a deep ‘hmm’ close to your ear, his breath hot on your neck.
“I’ll call the car, let me get changed real quick” he said, giving your neck a long kiss. The heat from the kiss made you slightly bite your lip, trying to keep your cool. You don’t know what it was, there was pull to him, of course there was, you’ve been with him since you were both in high school and supported him throughout his football endeavors. While you weren’t able to go to every game due to your busy schedule, your support for him off of the field was not unnoticed.
In high school, you were always quiet, out of the limelight, you didn’t really have friends in school, so no one really knew you and Cam were dating. While Cam was very well known in his town for his football ability, after the death of his father, he became distant and withdrawn from other peers for the rest of high school, really coming back out of his shell end of senior year.
You felt him retreat and turned around, waiting a few beats before you spoke again, “You have any plans for today?” he said, beating you to the question you wanted to ask as well. He had a blunt on his nightstand rolled to the fullest, he sparked it, taking a long drag and puffed it, never breaking eye contact.
Get your head out of the gutter y/n.
“Just studying, I want to get ahead on an exam I have in two weeks, you?” He shrugged, “Training and then a few meetings with the team and my agent, we gotta go over media day.” You hummed.
“Where do you usually study?” He asked, “Mostly library, I meet up with a study group sometimes”. He was already done changing before you knew it and his hands made their way back to your body. “You can always study here,” he said huskily, looking down at you from his tall stature. he intimate physical closeness You smirked, “If I come here I’m definitely not getting any studying done,” you laughed. He was about to give you the puppy dog eyes, “You’re not even gone and I miss you already--” you wagged your finger, “Nuh-uh, you are not about to use those puppy dog eyes on me” you say, a playful smirk emerging on the both of you.
“How many months has it been since I last saw you? What can I say, I miss my baby.” You slightly rolled your eyes, “Okay…you got me there.” Cameron made his way towards you and gave you a kiss, things were starting to get heated before his phone started ringing, alerting him the driver was downstairs. You broke the kiss off first and he leaned in for more, groaning when you pulled away. “Come on we have to go,” you exhale, moving your hair away from your face.
You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time and then quickly grabbed one of Cam’s plain hoodies, hoping that it would help hide the marks that stayed after last night’s actions.
The ride was smooth, the music played lowly as Cam traced little circles on your hands and thighs. You missed the physical closeness you had with him, the butterflies and tingles you felt in your stomach gave you a feeling of fond nostalgia. Cameron had you in his lap, the seat laid back with his nose cradled in your neck.
As you started getting closer to your school, you piped up to the driver from the tiny square barrier that separated you and Cam from the driver, “Excuse me, can you pull around the back of the school?” This made Cameron’s head perk up, “Why?”
“Nothing, it's just that…I don’t want to gather too much attention on campus.” you explained. His eyebrows furrowed, “Oh,” he said sadly.
Y/n had a low profile on campus. She got to class, took her notes, did her lab work, studied, and left. Over time she was able to find a study group that stuck, they would meet at least twice a week and would always get coffee in the morning before their first lecture. Y/n knew that Cam's newfound fame could trickle attention onto her.
As soon as Cam was announced as the Savior’s new quarterback, the entire city fell in love and adored him. There wasn’t anywhere he could go without adoration or praise for him, one could even say that the reverence they showed for him was next to idolization. You and Cameron had discussed public appearances and paparazzi for a bit but never got in depth. It’s not like you wanted your relationship a secret, you just wanted to finish college quietly.
“You know the press is going to get it out one way or another,” Cameron said, slightly irritated now. “I-I know baby,” you say trying to ease the situation, “the fame and the fans…everything is moving fast and honestly kind of stressful--"
“--And I told you that you’ll get used to it.” Cameron said, the hands that were tracing circles on you were now tightened around you firmly. Not enough to apply a substantial amount of pressure,
but enough to notice a difference.
You were caught off by his outburst, your surprised eyes met his hardened ones, maybe it must have been the tint from the windows in the car, but you could have sworn his eyes were lighter.
You both stared at each other before you broke eye contact. You grabbed your bag and was ready to hop off his lap and go to campus, his hands were on your waist and set you firmly on his lap, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off and react like that. I’ve been under stress too, the team, media and press day coming up, everyone’s counting on me.”
You said nothing in response but a small sigh. You knew he was going through a lot in a short amount of time, anyone would probably feel just as stressed being in his position. You eventually nodded, “I understand,” you said lowly. You tried to leave once again and he held you in place still, “I love you,” he said, looking at you, you finally looked at him, “I love you too,” you say and give him a kiss. It’s after that that he finally lets you get out of the car.
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As soon as you enter campus you let out a deep breath, maybe letting the situation cool off and seeing Cam tomorrow will be the best choice. You had 20 minutes to spare, this barely gave you enough time to get your matcha and head to your lab. After hauling ass to the campus cafe, your shoulders slacked after seeing the long line. Apparently there was some new drink that dropped at Mooncoins, you mentally tsk’ed in your head seeing the name of the drink: the Cameron Cade Caramel Crumble.
You were about to turn around and head straight to your lecture hall, until someone dangled a cup in front of you, it was none other than your friend Yvonne. You smirked and took the cup of matcha from her, your mood slowly returning back to normal.
“Where have you been loca?” she asked you, you both laughed, “Rough night, forgot to set my alarm loud enough,” you said. She hmm’d, “Typical when you don’t prioritize sleep,” she said half-joking, half serious. She knew how you would study yourself to the point of exhaustion and always advised that you take breaks as well as eat and sleep at proper times of the day.
You sighed, “Yeah, just a bit more time left, plus reading is fun once you get over the insanity,” you both laughed. You both started to head to the sports medicine lab.
“Oh, did I tell you about someone that transferred in? He’s hot and I’m ready to make his bed ro--” “--Uhhhhh I think I get it,” you cut in, “He got transferred in you say? They usually don’t do that this late in the semester”. All Yvonne did was shrug her shoulders and eat her donut. You guys made it and saw the other students outside of the lab waiting for the instructor. Yvonne asked a random student where the professor was, to which the student responded with a shrug before hitting his cart.
The class was about to start in a minute and the professor came down the hall with a bit of urgency to his step, “Good deep breath morning class,” the professor panted for air. “Lab is cancelled for today,” some students started to silently celebrate, “But,” the professor continued, “I just got a call that we have been invited to tour the sports med wing at the Saviors’ stadium!”
The universe must be taunting you at this point, students started to cheer and go ballistic including Yvonne. You tried to hide your scowl at the excitement some of the girls showed when they were muttering things about possibly meeting some of the hot players…
…especially Cameron.
“They’re sending a bus over right now, we have to go to the front, let’s go, quickly!” your professor said, leading the group. Students started to push past you and Yvonne, making you drop your lab notebook and pencils. You silently cursed, dropping down to try and pick it and not get knocked over by the stampede of students. Before you could reach for your book, someone else beat you to it, handing it to you. You both rose back up and you got a good look at them, They were tall with brown eyes, an athletic build--so they definitely lift or play for the university-- and a mischievous smirk on his lips, “Looks like you dropped this, but I’d have to say this has to be the best accident that happened today,” he says looking at you.
“Ha ha…cute,” you deadpan him. “I’m Lando, and you are--”
“Thankful for your kindness, thank you!” Your words are sharp yet your smiles softens the tone. You step past him and Yvonne catches up with you, “Girl what the fuck are you high? That’s the new student I was talking about” She asks you, eyes ready to bug out at the exchange you gave Lando.
You shrugged, “Not my type,” you simply answered, you were not in the mood at the moment. She looked at you like you just grew a third tit, “Either you’re gay and secretly into the sexiness I ooze, or you have a very particular type,” she said shaking her head. You smirked, “Let’s go with the former rather than the latter”.
-- The ride to the arena featured students talking about what they hoped to see and who they hoped to meet. Cam’s name came up and you tried your best to read your fanfiction in peace,
“He’s been training his ass off pre-season, this dude is literally Isiah’s protege!” some student was talking with another student. “You think he’s gonna get his first ring his first year?” The other student asked, “Oh I know he’s gonna get a ring this year, I already placed my bet on EZ Betz”.
You heard a sigh from the seat across from you, “Little do they know that this sport is bred to cause a never-ending cycle of pain and long-term health detriments to feed an unforgiving oligarchy of consumerism and entertainment. They’re nothing but strings to an instrument,” the voice said, it was Lando’s.
What is that supposed to mean? You questioned, not knowing you said it out loud.
“Well, Thankful,” Lando said in response to the sarcastic answer you gave him earlier, “it’s a cycle of commoditized players, of course they play good, but what separates them from others is their dedication to reaching fulfilment--and that typically tends to look like the fame, glory and honor that comes with winning. But what do they win at the end? A ring for being able to bash another guy's head harder than them? A broken arm? A diagnosed CTE down the line or a career ending injury?”
“Not all players do it for money, maybe that was what they truly knew what they were best at” you said, “some people play for the love of the game. Isaiah White is an example of that, he came from nothing and once he was given the opportunity, he took it and became a legend. The Saviors gave him a chance and he didn’t let it go to waste. I’d say that’s pretty damn worth every penny they get”. That was what you thought--well, what Cameron thought--you always heard him in high school when he would argue online while playing 2k with his favorite character. It was slightly personal for you too, you and Isaiah were from the same neighborhood, not many people could survive the streets and get out.
You couldn’t figure out why but you were irritated at what he said, it’s like he was like he was talking about Cameron but not directly talking about him. “Anyone who willingly wants to smash into another person’s head for money should have a psych exam done if it were up to me,” he muttered. You squinted at him slightly, ready to say something until the bus finally pulled to a stop.
You all piled out of the bus, greeted by a tour guide with a smile that seemed PR trained. “Welcome to the Saviors Stadium! My name is Kelcee, and I’ll be your tour guide”. She babbled on about the history of the Saviors as you all made your way inside. You were no stranger to this place, your parents took you plenty of times growing up, being your father’s, uncle’s older cousin’s favorite team. You made your way through the sports med and recovery wing and you were honestly astonished. The Saviors had the most up to date physical therapy equipment and technology, there were rows of beds, materials, and other medical instruments that almost made you bug out in amazement. You met the lead team doctor and the other health professionals, and after a bit of talking with the students, Kelcee came back up to the front to gather our attention.
“You guys are in for a treat, not only do you get to tour the stadium, you get to see the Saviors train on the field!” The moisture evaporated from your mouth.
This day keeps getting better and better. You grumbled in your head. You reluctantly dragged your feet and followed the class.
Going down the stairs, you felt someone tap your shoulder, it was Lando.
“I wanted to apologize,” he started, walking beside you. You were a bit surprised, not expecting him to have the ego to argue. Yvvone was busy talking to one of the health professionals on the side, “I didn’t mean to demean you on the bus,” he continued, “I wanted to take the chance to start over again. I’m Lando”. You gave him a small smile, “I’m y/n”. You guys made small talk, talking about where you grew up, what you guys wanted to do career-wise, even bonding over comic book characters. He possessed a humorous charm to his character and was very laid back.
You found out he had transferred from Bringston University and played baseball.
You guys were finally on the field but you didn’t seem to really notice, you guys were in a playful argument about if Superman or Batman could win in a fight if Batman had powers. You being your clumsy self had knocked over one of the cones that was set aside on the field. With quick reflexes, Lando caught you in an awkward position: one hand was firmly on your waist and the other was on your arm. To prevent you both from stumbling to the ground, he brought you back close to his arms.
“Your shoe’s untied,” he joked, “Ha ha, really funny,” you replied sarcastically. He indicated to look down with his eyes and indeed your shoe was untied. You finally stood up on your own and he let you go. You were faced in front of him now, and before you knew it, you saw a football hurdling towards Lando’s direction, fast. You widened your eyes, “Look out!” you both ducked.
The head coach blew his whistle, “Let’s keep it on the field men.”
Who the hell would throw something that far off the field?
“Sorry coach, I thought Joey could go long but I should have said longer,” they laughed. That voice…
You searched the crowd, and soon, your eyes locked onto him from across the field.
Cameron was staring death daggers to the back of Lando’s head.
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I really hope you like it! Next Chapter probably won’t be until Friday, I have a busy week! Love you all! -M