How many people look for a love like theirs? Safe, full of love, cliché, mischievous, naughty, with a bit of jealousy, full of hugs, kisses, sex, companionship, hand-holding, affection, and without a care in the world... Perfect, right? Not when that 'love' is only seen on screen. Lauren Jauregui and Camila Cabello portray Karma and Amy, protagonists of the famous tv series Blowaster. One of the most awarded and renowned shows today. All that love, incredible and almost impossible to find, is seen only on screen, because in real life... The two of them can't stand each other. So... Does life imitate art, or does art imitate life? Do love and hate really go hand in hand? Or is that just a myth?

Camila is a FBI... There was a murder where she finds herself getting hurt. Her next job is to go undercover in a date with the suspect. But what happens when she finds herself drooling over her date? "I give up on boys" "So you're going lesbo" Dinah said. "I'm willing to give it a try" Camila's pov

You smiled to me and I thought: Damn, I'm fucking in love with you... -this is the original version, so there might have some errors different from 5HFanfic-

Lauren and Camila live in a tiny, lame, one-room apartment, the best they could afford. They shower together, to save water. They share a medium sized bed, using each other's body heat as a solution to cold nights, because they can't afford fixing the heating. But is there anything more between them than simply using each other to live better? (Trigger warnings: Smoking addiction, abusive behavior / emotional abuse) (New cover by rawrrbaker)

two friends- camila and lauren begin noticing things about each other. things that are wrong, but also, things that are right. they get curious. cover by @SLOTHTATO

❝Touch her again, and we'll fucking kill you.❞ She was Lauren Jauregui. By day, she was an international rockstar with a bad attitude and a penchant for partying. By night, she was consigliere to the largest Mafia family in Miami. Her life revolved around turf wars, blood feuds, fine whiskey and all that jazz. To her, kidnappings and murders were the means to her ends, forever sitting on a grey-scale the common man cannot comprehend. Some call her a legend, others a nightmare. They say she is the most powerful woman in America. She begs to differ. A puppet only as powerful as its master allows it to be. And her puppet master was none other than Camila Cabello, America's sweetheart: the woman who had owned her heart since they were teenagers. Cover belongs to SLOTHTATO.