The art of being a beard (Camila/You)

Chapter 14

(If you're wondering, yes, i changed my cover for this fic. I was bored.)

Narrator's POV

Fan#1 u are young enough to be her daughter fuck off

Fan#2 she's way too good for you. U don't deserve her

Fan#3 This screams PR

Fan#4 She's probably only around Camz because she's some useless writer that can't sell for shit and has to use our baby's fame

Fan#5 when camila was ur age, u were only 10 thats disgusting

Fan#6 Fucking golddigger

Fan#7 she could be ur mother wtf

Fan#8 ur ugly

"What are you doing?"

Y/N looked away from her laptop and smiled at the sight of Camila approaching her, wearing only a big sweatshirt of hers and nothing underneath. This was definitely a sight she can get used to.

"Oh, you know, just reading some comments under my posts," the novelist said with a shrug. "I love being famous."

Camila could sense the sarcasm in it from miles and stole the laptop out of her hands. She quickly skimmed through the comments and shook her head. "They're just... fooling around. Don't take it too personally."

The Y/E/C-eyed girl had never bothered to look at the public's reaction ever since the PR started because firstly, she didn't give a fuck what some teens thought of her, and secondly, it was just fake anyway so why should she let other people's opinion about something completely false get to her. But... now that that fake little something is turning slightly more real, she got curious what people actually thought of her. And welp, it was exactly what she expected.

Y/N turned to look at the brunette and leaned to peck her on top of her head. "I'm glad to know your fans know how to do some simple math." 

She's seen a dozen of comments telling her that she was still in her womb when Camila was 10. That's actually something she could've figured out on her own, but well, people tend to like reminding her about their age difference as if she doesn't know about it. 

"Oh, and you can be my mom according to your fans," the novelist added with a smile. Just repeating it was already sounding ridiculous to her ears. She just simply can't take it seriously. "So tell me, how was it to give birth at the age of 10?"

Camila rolled her eyes before closing the laptop and putting it away, giving herself more space to wrap her arm around the Y/E/C-eyed girl's waist. 

"You know, it would've been funny if you had some sort of mommy kink or whatever," Y/N suddenly said after a while. "Wow... the comebacks I could've made..."

"Y/N!" the brunette whined out embarrassedly as she buried her face in the novelist's shoulder. 

"What? Are we discriminating kinks now?" The Y/E/C-eyed girl placed a finger under her chin to make her lock eyes with her again. "Or are you getting turned on by it, hmm, mami?"

Camila shook her head, starting to blush really hard. "It sounds really weird coming out of your mouth."

Y/N couldn't help the little smirk forming on her face. "What does? The word ma--" Her sentence got cut short by the brunette pressing her lips against hers. A smile automatically made its way onto the novelist's lips as she reciprocated the kiss.

Something small she's realized. It's gonna sound dumb, but after Camila's first confession that she's fallen for her, their kisses had started to feel different. Like okay, for some reason, kissing this woman had always made her a nervous mess, but especially after knowing that it's not just for the camera now, but they're actually making out for the sake of liking to do that, it's making her feel all types of ways. These feelings inside her chest... they're something she hasn't felt in a long time.