anyone in their social circle would have known that camille and darius go way back , and they were best friends before they were lovers . maybe that's why this whole ordeal hurt more than it's supposed to be , because what's worse than a heartbreak if not a betrayal from someone who you think would always have your back ? camille stays quiet at his question , knows well that she had been one of the reasons for why he starts smoking in the first place . hands raised to hug herself , as if trying to keep herself from falling apart , a reminder that she would have to push through this conversation no matter how painful it would be . after all she doesn't think she could stand seeing him around and not talk to him any longer , even if she knows he's probably sick of her by now . hell , even camille knows she's sick of herself . how could she not ?
she feels her nails digging into her skin at the thought . darius has been nothing but nice to her —— he's always been supportive of what she does , never seemed to question her choices or why she desperately wanted to be in the spotlight when he himself despises it . he never cared for the fame and attention , and even when their relationship wasn't made public , he always made her feel loved and seen . it's not like they were unhappy , and yet she still ended up in another man's arms , as if what they had was never enough to begin with . his words make her speechless , feels the pang of guilt rising in her chest . camille braces herself to look at him , trying to clear the lump suddenly caught in her throat . “ i'm sorry , ” she blurts out , because really , what else is she supposed to say to that ?
“ i'm sorry , ” she repeats , like a broken record . “ i really am . i know i fucked up so bad but , ” there's a pause , a moment to collect herself , and a sudden realization that there shouldn't be a but . “ i'm sorry , okay ? that was so fucking stupid of me and i know saying this probably wouldn't make a difference , but fuck it , darius . it's always been you . i've never loved anyone like i loved you . i mean , i still fucking do , but god , that doesn't even matter now , right ? ” maybe she should just shut the fuck up . “ you don't even fucking trust me anymore . ”
not that there was much to prepare for, darius just didn't think they'd speak for awhile. awhile because they'd known each other for so long. he woke up one day and saw his best friend in a different light. for better or for worse. “ when do you think ? ” it's hard to not sound as bitter as he does. he shifts uncomfortably: leans onto the wall one second and then stands on his own weight the next. he doesn't make eye contact either. because her eyes, maybe he missed her eyes—dark brown and honey sweet. a part of him is sure she's here to remind him of what's been broken. there is nothing like knowing someone so well. too well ? there's that prying question: did you go back to him? but it's none of his business and he bites his tongue at the thought. it's unfortunate for him that he knows her crave—the way camille rushes in for the affection, the validation. they're all with their own vices, he just never thought he'd be the one she was trading in. “ well, i didn't want to see you. ” his family made that much clear. he knew they missed her more than they'd ever admit to him. it took them awhile to get used to her and it took them awhile to move onto the idea of her. “ how— ” he wants to say something snarky, ask her why she cares. but he knew why she cared. “ yeah. ” darius expels a long sigh. he had practically held his breath since he saw her. then a rare, defeated, “ you hurt me, you know ? you didn't even consider me or what i was—to stay—god, cami, seeing you makes me wonder if i can ever trust anyone again. ” what he wants to say is: everyone could've wronged me but it was never supposed to be you.
closed starter for darius @oiympian setting: some bar in nyc
it's one of those nights where camille goes pub crawling with some friends , going from one bar to another and by the time they get into the nth bar she's already starting to feel a tad bit intoxicated , which is why she almost couldn't believe her eyes when she spots him across the room . camille could recognize that tall figure anywhere , even from the back , and once she manages to catch a glimpse of his side profile , she's convinced that her gut is right —— that's definitely darius suwan , and of course he's in the middle of the bar about to fight somebody , so camille stumbles on her way towards him , swiftly places herself in between the two before she turns to face darius , hoping that her presence could distract him from the other guy . “ thank god i found you , ” she purrs , followed by a giggle . “ it's a little crowded in here , don't you think ? ” one hand tugs at his arm gently , “ let's go somewhere a little more private , yeah ? ”
closed starter for miyeon @lovesues setting: smashing stuffs at rage room
“ i don't know if you've done this before but let me tell you , this is a fucking life saver . ” miyeon doesn't strike her as somebody who would enjoy breaking things but hey , that doesn't mean she wouldn't . “ okay , before you judge me or anything , i don't do this often —— it's been a while since the last time i did this and we all have something we're upset about sometimes , so why not ? ”
“ i distinctly remember mentioning it to you though , it's not my fault that you chose not to listen to me , ” she rolls her eyes playfully , couldn't help the laugh that comes out after . maybe there is a possibility that she might have left that information out when they were talking , but confidence is key , and she's never been one to admit defeat easily , even for something as silly as this . “ god , no , can you even imagine that ? i would have probably came back from the dead and get changed because there's no way i'd be caught looking like this in a club . people are never gonna let me live it down , dead or not —— i could never recover from that , ” she invites herself into the house , hands intertwined as they make their way to aria's room . “ oh , don't worry , my place is just as messy , if not worse . ” camille gives aria a reassuring nod , taking a step behind to have a better look at the options shown to her . “ i know i said we're dressing cute , but that black top would look so hot on you , especially with a longer skirt and boots . and i know the ugly bowling shoes are such a buzzkill , but we can always take pictures before or after bowling —— seriously , how hard it is to make cute bowling shoes ? is it just not possible to look cute while we bowl ? that is so fuckin' ridiculous . ”
" i distinctly remember you not mentioning a single word about bowling , " now she's definitely the one who's not dressed for the occasion , leather mini - skirt certainly a bit much to be spending her night getting drunk and rolling balls into the gutter . " just to be clear , i meant no offense by my earlier comment i just know you and i know you wouldn't be caught dead in a club with jeans on , " she laughs , her head motioning towards the inside of her house , a silent invitation to come inside . " i'll get changed and now that you're here you can help me pick something better to wear , " cold fingers are laced between camille's pulling her towards her room where they're met with the sight of various pieces of aria's clothing sprawled out between the floor and her bed . " don't mind the mess , i was having a bit of an outfit crisis . . . " hands are freed as aria crosses through her room , heading straight for her closet . " okay , this one , or this one ? " she holds out the two for cami to get a good look at , " or i could go with like a longer skirt with boots ? ugh , but then we're gonna have to wear those ugly bowling shoes so it really doesn't even matter , huh ? "
“ i don't even know what i was expecting —— maybe it's the fact that it's based on the making of facebook , which is kinda interesting , but not interesting enough that you wanna recommend it to someone else . and yeah , maybe i did expect it to be a lot better than that , so i get what you mean , ” she offers her two cents , followed by a chuckle . “ well , nobody that i know , but rowing for fun doesn't even sound that abnormal . it's definitely not something i would do for fun though . to each their own , right ? either way eduardo saverin deserved better . ”
˙ ៹ movie night @ charlie's place
“ to be honest , with the way people talk about this movie i think i was expecting it to be a lot better than that , “ a kernel of popcorn is tossed into her mouth , the credits to the social network rolling across the flat screen that hung against the wall of her living room . “ well . . . let me not say that ⸻ it’s not like the movie was bad , i think the winklevoss twins really just freak me the fuck out , “ her head shakes , “ seriously , what normal people do you know that row for fun ? “ ( @salvateure )
“ i mean , of course not . i couldn't even imagine the second - hand embarrassment , but then again you're probably right . you wouldn't let that happen if it was somebody you know . ” camille knows she would have done the same if she was in teagan's shoes . “ did you at least try to stop them though ? i just know i would , even if it's none of my business . either way , what's done is done . i bet people would forget about it the next day —— unless somebody got it on camera , then they would just have to live with it for the rest of their life , sober or not . ”
“ i don’t . thank god . could you imagine ? ” teagan responds with a light chuckle . it really could be worse , the balloon stabber could’ve turned out to be her sister . paige is known to be dramatic after all . a stark contrast between the two yoon sisters . “ then again , if it were someone i knew then that definitely wouldn’t be happening in the first place . but you’re right some people just aren’t the brightest so we should be managing expectations . ” probably explains why teagan is so selective with who she lets into her inner circle . “ super drunk or high i get . i’m sure we’ve all done some questionable things . but sober ? now that was a conscious decision . i need them to live with it . ”
𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐄 ⧽ dependent muse blog for #nepofm, loathed by mai ( she/her, gmt+8 )
camille addario, portrayed by lily rose depp. intro - visage - musings - threads
lily rose depp. she/her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , camille addario , most likely listening to houdini by dua lipa with their airpods pro . the twenty six year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -self indulgent yet +ambitious to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about bubblegum and cigarettes - a natural contradiction , sweet bourbon run through your veins , the golden touch of midas , long confident strides forward ; no matter the adversities , followed by chanel coco mademoiselle . latest nepoupdates article talks about tiktok star camille addario recently spotted being intimate with a married actor just a week after her last messy public break up - is this yet another pr stunt or has she finally lost it ? , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .
biography - headcanons - connections - relationships
“ so you're saying i've got no standards or something ? touché , logan . ” of course camille only says that to mess with him , it's apparent from the playful smile toying on her lips . another laugh comes along at his following words —— how could she forget that she's in her bad guy era right now ? thank god for logan ! “ oh , trust me , i'm not . it's just that i'm not a natural like you so sometimes i get distracted . ” once her attention drifts back to logan , “ well , fuck him , i guess . i mean , if the logan im is offering to get me a table in the vip section , how could i possibly say no to that ? my friend over there absolutely got nothing on you . ”
" i've got standards , contrary to popular belief . " lips pull into a small smirk . it's not that he necessarily minds partying with the normies , it's more that he'd rather not have phone cameras pointed at him every time he moves . logan has learned over time to be more CAUTIOUS about such things . he lets out a short laugh , " thought you wanted to be the bad guy now . don't tell me you're chickening out already . have i taught you nothing ? " eyes follow her gaze to the man in question , giving his head a quick shake , " highly doubt it . look at him — feels like hot shit with his bottle of 1942 . he's not gonna notice anyone unless they're trying to take that bottle out of his hands before he's done milking it . "