Lauren Jauregui is a lot of things. She's caring, she's intelligent and she's beautiful. But Camila Cabello doesn't notice those things when she and Lauren first come into contact. Camila notices her nervous ticks, and how she refuses to look at her, and how she never furthers conversation. At first, Camila takes that the wrong way, and deciding that Lauren is nothing more than a rude girl who happens to have the same friends as her, eventually stops trying to make friends. It isn't long before Camila realises she's been wrong the whole time. (This work may not be posted/copied/reproduced/translated without explicit permission from the author.)

One of the hardest things to deal with is being secretly in love with your best friend.

(The Backstage Pass Sequel) It wasn't really the happily ever after they wanted...

"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them." -Ernest Hemmingway

It's all just a game. A dare. A marriage. A bucket list. And a bakery. Ships: Camren, Norminah, Vercy, Wally **PLEASE DO NOT COPY/REPOST/REPRODUCE MY WORK. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!** Cover: @professionalbanana

❝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.

He loves her Everything he does is only to make her better because he cares about her. Camila knows this to be true.

"But you have to kiss me, those are the rules," Camila insists, not looking away from Lauren's eyes. (Except to look at Lauren's lips, Lauren does notice that.) "Well, I'd rather kiss someone else, no offense."

"She pretends it doesn't hurt when Camila pulls away with a gasp, lipstick smeared over both of their lips to a point where they can't tell who has whose lipstick on their mouths, and says, 'fuck you Lauren, I'm not into girls.' She's not naive. It doesn't hurt. (Except it does, it does and it does, until Lauren can't feel her extremities anymore)." (cover by @slothtato)

I danced with two people at my wedding. The one I married, and the one I wish I married. Cover made by Slothato 👌🏻