On the first day that Lauren starts working at Starbucks, she swears to herself that she will never write her number down on someone's coffee cup. // "What do you write about?" "Anything that interests me." "Like what?" "Things that people talk about in cafés. Cities. Winter weather. How the sun is going to die one da...
There are layers to being shattered, she realizes - and every single broken thing can be split smaller, again and again. Broken things breaking things. // camren / laucy [one-shot]
Caught in the web of betrayal. --- [DISCLAIMER: This is converted. I own nothing.] *Original Story by xsunray on livejournal
A collection of Camren oneshots. (None of these will be continued, sorry!)
I saw this story on Tumblr and it had put me in an emotional state. All credits goes to the writer @isfromnowon
"Suggestion: Can someone do a oneshot on The Weeknd- "Coming Down" where like Lauren parties & does drugs and that's why Camila left" Well, your wish is my command. • Trigger warning: Drug abuse • 10/9/2015
all lauren wants is some peace and quiet, but apparently her neighbor has too good of a sex life and wants the entire building to know
It takes one touch from Camila to make Lauren feel like she is on fire.
Você se perguntava, recuperando o ar e triste ao olhar para a imagem sumir ao virar a rua, se um dia conseguiria prender uma tempestade dentro de si.
Lauren has spent her whole life hunting down ghosts and sending them back behind the Veil. It's her duty. Camila doesn't exactly have a steady heartbeat and sometimes she finds herself drifting through the bathroom door. It's complicated. Cover made by @SLOTHTATO
"And every cell in her body is screaming ‘touch her, touch her,’ but Lauren was a work of art and Camila could not ruin her. She’d already done enough of that."
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...
"Stay," Camila whispers desperately, pressing her lips to Lauren's temple like she can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but she can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard she tries she can't make Lauren stay. Not my work. Converted from the original Larry fic by @phantasmcgoria on twitter and @tomlint...
When Lauren turns into an orange. - "Well, besides that, I've been thinking... maybe you should kiss her?" "Right now? Why?" "Maybe it'll change her back." "That's a fairy tale, and I've kissed her many times before." "Seriously, you made-out with an orange multiple times?" "I think it's time for you to go home." --- ...
Lauren is a finicky cat. She finds Camila, the neighboring dog, stupid. "Hey! Hey! Cat! Pretty cat! Hey, Cat! Come play with me! Hey, Cat! Pretty cat! CAT! HEY!" So stupid. --- [DISCLAIMER: This is converted. I own nothing] Original story by greenred on soshified
The universe had its course for you. Lauren lived in the normality of bustling New York City, the occurrence of noise everywhere she went. People who ran around to places, and where tourists took a picture of the sights they had. One day, she sat on a bench in a neighborhood that was surprisingly quiet, and away from...
One shot book: Lauren and Camila fall in love a million different ways. All probably going to be AU. *credits to @wastedlocks on Twitter (dana) for the manip on the cover. **temporary cover ***some mature content
"Sometimes girls kiss other girls and sometimes boys kiss other boys. There may be laws against love, but there aren't any rules. People can't help who they fall in love with, and one day everyone will know that." "I don't think Camila knows."
"Going well so far," Lauren murmurs. "Your parents and your little sister. They think I'm a great girlfriend." "You are," Camila agrees. Or: The time Camila really needed a date to a family wedding, and who better to fill the role of fake-girlfriend than Camila's best friend Lauren?
