I've gone through a few fandoms since I've been here over the last decade and a half, but right now I'm currently invested in any and everything Tom Blyth and Rachel Zegler related. My two biggest fandoms right now however are TBOSAS and pwmov.
A little bit about me:
-Name: Lauren
-Age: 36
-Timezone: CST (so an hour behind EST)
-Hobbies: I write fanfiction! I also make fanvids on youtube! You'll see both on here, but I also post on AO3 and youtube. Used to post on FFnet, but no longer.
I do occasionally make fanart by way of collages and manips, but I'm not overly artistic in that regard.
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I have not seen every work of Tom's &/or Rachel's, but what I have, I usually get inspired by, and I love to know what's working, what doesn't, and what's really just for me in the end.
Been around for a while, but an intro post like this just felt overdue.
A/N: Dealing with my feels over another angsty fic, so I wrote this.
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Synopsis: Movie!Verse - On their first vacation after becoming a couple, Poppy and Alex run into Alex's ex.
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Chapter 1 -
Poppy leaned forward towards the bathroom mirror as she hooked her gold, hoop earrings into her ears.
She smiled faintly and smoothed out her white top and calf-length floral skirt. She adjusted her necklace and bracelet and then swept up half her hair into a colorful scrunchie, sifting her fingers through her hair until she was satisfied with that look too.
She didn’t look sexy, but she looked cute. Ready for travel, and comfortable enough for a long flight on a plane with Alex to their first vacation as a couple. Sandy beaches, touristy shopping, love-making in air conditioning…she couldn’t wait to get started.
The past year had been incredible, living with Alex in New York, seeing him getting settled in teaching at his dream school as she continued with her blogging, only this time setting her locations in the city she lived in and loved. It was a total success.
And she couldn’t be more in love if she tried.
It would be new territory, going on vacation with Alex as a couple, but she had no doubt that they’d have the time of their lives.
With that thought in mind, she finally exited the bathroom after applying minimal make-up and started the short trek into the living room area where Alex waited for her.
As soon as she arrived, she could feel his eyes on her, checking her out.
No matter what she wore, Alex had a way of making her feel like the sexiest woman alive. No one else had made her feel like that. Ever.
“You ready?” she asked, interrupting his eyes ravaging her fairly covered body to direct them back to her innocent gaze.
“Yeah. Just…one thing.”
He rolled his suitcase and her duffle over to where she stood, waiting for him, and promptly dropped them when he reached her.
Poppy looked up at him, amused, but couldn’t help but smile when his hands settled on her waist and he tugged her flush up against him before his lips collided with her own.
Her first thought was to only allow for one or two quick pecks before pushing him away – not that they were running late, but Alex had taught her it was good to be early to these things.
However, his hands found the hem of her shirt and snuck under to the warm skin of her back, and his groan as he inched further and further up made her melt into him and wrap her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth and making them both shudder and moan.
It wasn’t until she felt his nimble fingers on the clasp of her bra that she knew she had to put a stop to this or they really would be late, or at the very least certainly not early.
“Mmph! Alex, Alex.”
She wriggled out of his grasp when his fingers didn’t stop trying to unhook her bra at the very first protest.
He sighed and pouted when she looked at him again. She had to laugh.
“Aww, c’mon, Poppy. You look sexy as hell. What was I supposed to do?”
And she just shook her head, smiling. Because, yeah, a compliment like that certainly went to her head, but also his sad, puppy dog face was her undoing.
She leaned forward for one quick kiss, then grabbed her bag before he could get handsy again.
“I love you,” she said, turning towards the door.
She felt Alex’s gaze on her backside and smiled to herself as she turned the doorknob and pulled the door open.
“Love you too,” he grumbled, and followed her through the doorway.
The drive to the airport and walk to their gate went as normally as it could. By the time they were seated on the plane and in the air, looking out the window, Alex’s suggestive glances were almost under control.
In fact, his eyes were so soft when he looked at her now that she could feel her love for him welling up inside her and wanting to burst. When he moved his hand from his lap to intertwine his fingers with her own, she couldn’t help but feel so special, so loved. To be loved by Alex Nilsen was a rare and wonderful thing, and she couldn’t have been happier.
Her head fell onto his shoulder, and she nuzzled her face against his shirt, thinking how wonderful her life was and how nothing could possibly make this better.
It turned out, however, that some things could make it worse.
“Oh, shit.”
Poppy blinked her eyes open a few times as Alex quickly untangled his hand from hers and spread his fingers across his knees, determined to keep them there it seemed.
“Poppy. Poppy.”
She lifted her head and frowned, the absence of his touch bothering her already, though she was curious as to what could possibly be so wrong that he no longer wanted her head on his shoulder or their hands intertwined.
She turned to look down the aisle and saw indeed that someone was approaching. A flight attendant with a cart full of drinks.
Not just any flight attendant though.
Sarah Torval.
Alex’s ex.
And here they were. Here he was. With the woman he’d left her for. On the same flight as her.
Alex shifted, so that their shoulders weren’t even touching, which Poppy thought was a touch extreme. She tried to catch his gaze, search his eyes to see why he was so panicked about Sarah knowing they were together when she must’ve assumed it would be inevitable.
But Alex could only stare at Sarah, his hands clenching and unclenching on his knees, as if he was afraid of flying all over again when Poppy’s presence alone had made him forget all about his past fears only moments earlier.
Poppy felt a stirring in her gut that she didn’t want to name, but before she could try to get his attention with words, the familiar face was upon them, almost stumbling over her own words when she saw the two of them together.
“Alex.” She sounded stunned. “I didn’t know you were on this flight.” She shifted her gaze to the woman beside him. “Hello, Poppy.”
Poppy lifted her head and forced a smile.
“Hi.” She gave a half-hearted wave, then felt bad about it and dropped her hand that Alex was no longer holding into her own lap.
“Are you two…together then?”
And Poppy waited. Waited for Alex to say they were a couple now – to the woman he hadn’t been able to marry because he’d been too hung up on his best friend of 10 years he currently wasn’t speaking with, the woman he’d been avoiding like the plague because she’d said he was her best friend and nothing more. The woman he was now sitting with, and who quite possibly Sarah might’ve even seen him holding hands with before he made every move possible to separate from her.
Finally –
“I…uh,” he cleared his throat. “Um…I…Poppy?” He looked to her for help, and Poppy was so hurt she almost didn’t want to admit the truth in front of her cowardly boyfriend.
Sarah seemed to clue in to what was happening and push for smoothing things over.
“It’s alright. I’m happy for you two. Really.”
Alex looked down, ashamed, and finally Poppy turned away.
“Would you like any drinks?” Sarah started digging through her cart. “Water, juice, soda…?”
“I’ll take a sprite,” Poppy said reluctantly. She could use a little fizz in her system for when she gave Alex the silent treatment the rest of their very long flight.
“Sprite it is.”
She dug around until the sprite produced itself, and it was handed over.
“Alex?”
He still looked at a loss for words.
“I’ll come back later. Enjoy your flight.”
Sarah’s smile was pristine and perfect, as usual. But it was fleeting as well and disappeared for a much faker one once she reached the next set of passengers a few rows behind them.
Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
He reached for Poppy’s hand again slowly, but she pulled it out of reach.
“What the hell was that?”
He froze, seeming to understand he’d fucked up, but not how badly.
Poppy shoved the sprite into his gut until he held it, unbuckled her seatbelt and made a beeline for the restroom.
“Wait, Poppy. Poppy!”
But she didn’t listen, didn’t even turn around to see if he was coming after her.
Seconds later, when she was safely inside and gripping the sink counter, no knock on the door, no one trying to open said door, she knew he wasn’t coming.
She ground her teeth, then started to count slowly, willing herself to come down from the hurt pulsing through her with each second that passed.
i love seeing best friends goofing around in public. i love seeing couples laughing together. i love seeing little kids walking hand in hand with their parents. i love seeing dogs running happily back to their owners. i love seeing closeness and positive relationships, and knowing all that love is out there
To Marry a Tribute Girl - 10/? | snowbaird fanfiction
A/N: It is here. And in case you need a refresher, chapter 1 starts here on AO3.
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Chapter 10 -
The door swung open quietly when Coriolanus and Lucy Gray returned to the little cabin behind the Snow house that evening. Coriolanus ushered his wife in with his hand on the small of her back, then shut the door behind them.
Just as he was reaching to turn a light on in the little room, Lucy Gray took his hand and tugged him through the open space to the bedroom down the short hall.
She stopped at the foot of the bed, a line of the moonlight filtering through the drapes hanging at the window, and undressed herself, keeping her eyes on her husband’s crystal blues all the while.
Her silence was deafening, and Coriolanus ached to say something, even if only to ask if she was alright. But he was drawn by her doe eyes, mesmerized by them, and he couldn’t speak. Even when she was naked before him, he couldn’t utter a word. Could only part his lips and fight to breathe, as if her nakedness that he’d seen several times by now was slowly suffocating him in the best way.
“I want to forget him,” she said at last, reaching to unbutton her husband’s shirt after his jacket easily fell from his shoulders.
There was no point in asking who she meant. It was obvious.
Billy Taupe.
But this time her desperate plea wasn’t met with jealousy like it would’ve been before. She was a wife pleading with her husband to help her forget her old lover, someone who she no longer loved but had done her so much harm that it weighed on her like a horrid, heavy, old blanket.
Coriolanus took her hands from the middle button of his shirt and brought her hands to his lips before kissing each finger and then setting her hands around his neck.
“Let me.”
Slowly, he finished unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. Then he shoved down his pants and underwear, kicking off his shoes and socks until he was bare before her as well.
Standing tall once more, Lucy Gray pulled him down to her lips and kissed him deeply.
Coriolanus felt as tears soaked her cheeks.
“Hey,” he whispered softly, cupping her face. “Talk to me.”
She shook her head.
“I just want him gone.”
The gravity of her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew she wouldn’t remember her words in the morning, or perhaps would choose to forget when her moral compass resurfaced. But he wouldn’t forget.
Billy Taupe had done too much damage.
There was no taking back the critical survival tactics they’d given him this night, but Coriolanus felt no loyalty to the man to get him out of there alive. He would only aid him enough to impress the viewers to get him the Plinth prize.
That cursed prize that would save them all. If it wasn’t for that, he might kill him himself.
The reality of that fact shook him, but he tried not to let on that he’d gotten lost in his thoughts while staring into the depths of his wife’s beautiful eyes.
“Focus on me,” he said at last, and kissed her again, his hands gliding down to settle on her waist.
Slowly, he lowered her body to the bed and kept eye contact as she moved herself to the center of the bed. He kissed her again and again and parted her legs to make room for himself there.
Just as he was about to plunge her depths and lose himself in her and their marriage bed, he lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to her flat belly.
Lucy Gray inhaled sharply and sifted her fingers through his blond curls as he continued to kiss his way down her body, leaving wet stamps from his lips and tongue every time he lifted his head.
He tossed the blanket off to the side, so he could see her glimmering skin in the moonlight fighting its way through the drapes. But mostly he used the sensation of touch through his hands, lips and tongue. Every so often he would press the side of his face against her leg or belly.
It wasn’t until Lucy Gray sighed contently, watching him through her half-lidded gaze that he focused his attention on the heavenly scent coming from her damp neither region and the sensitive nub that awaited him there.
He spread her legs somehow further and nestled his face in her wetness before seeking out the nub just beyond the wet folds.
He groaned when he found it and began to swirl his tongue around it, making Lucy Gray gasp in pleasure.
“Coryo.”
Her hand clenched in his hair.
He shuddered, pleased to hear the nickname from her lips when she was so far gone.
His tongue moved incessantly after that, staying focused even as her hips began to buck against his face.
“Mmm,” he moaned, gripping her thighs and swirling faster. “Mm. Mm. Mmmm.”
“Coryo!” she cried again, digging her nails into his scalp and shoving his head closer to her wet center.
Then, when she could hardly catch her breath, he moved one hand from her leg and inserted two long fingers up her soaking channel, pumping her but also seeking out a spot he’d heard would send her right over the edge. It didn’t take him long to find it, and Lucy Gray’s top half of her body jolted into a half-sitting position as the orgasm wracked over her entire small frame.
He rose up to kiss her, and she held his face between her palms, tasting herself on his lips and kissing him until she had to come up for air and lay back down.
She opened her arms to him, and – hard as he was – he came to lie beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and dropping sweet kisses along her neck and jaw line, collar bone and shoulder.
“I love you,” she murmured, nestling close.
“I love you,” he answered.
Lucy Gray reached down by her side and took his cock in her hand.
“Lucy Gray, you don’t have t-”
But in three quick strokes, he was groaning and rubbing into her side, and his semen spurted between her legs, pooling there.
“’m sorry,” he murmured, and she released him to press a kiss to his damp forehead.
“Don’t be.”
Then they wordlessly cleaned up the small mess, shifted further over on the bed and went to sleep.
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Coriolanus woke with the sun. He felt the warm rays as they entered the bedroom just beneath the drapes, creeping up onto the bed and stretching across his skin.
He took a moment to nuzzle his face into Lucy Gray’s hair a minute longer, to spread his hand across her flat belly where his arm lay draped, to breathe in her scent and feel her form fitted perfectly to his.
But he knew it couldn’t last, and he didn’t want to wake her if he didn’t have to, though leaving without saying goodbye might kill him. It would be a long day at the command center watching tributes fight to the death, keeping an eye on the cheating scumbag, Billy Taupe, so he could tell Lucy Gray about his status when he returned at the end of the day.
She would want to know.
“I just want him gone.”
Her words from the night before stuck to him like glue, becoming a driving force inside of him that he couldn’t shake.
He wanted him dead and gone. Out of their lives forever. For what he did to her, for any attempt he could make to rein Lucy Gray back in, for who he was.
And he would die. Coriolanus was certain of that.
Not by his hand, but he wouldn’t shed a single tear when Billy Taupe was struck down by another tribute.
It was inevitable anyway. Billy Taupe wasn’t athletic. He was tall and gangly, an easy target. And beside that, he’d had no chance to make an ally the way the other tributes had. He might not be as small and petite and underfed as Lucy Gray, but he wasn’t much of an improvement either. His odds were slim of survival.
And he was glad of it.
Not wanting to stir Lucy Gray awake too soon, Coriolanus carefully lifted the blanket from his side of the bed and inched to the edge before getting up and heading to the bathroom to shower.
He didn’t spend long in there this time, wanted to save some hot water for Lucy Gray if she decided she wanted to wash up during the day. He felt bad he couldn’t leave her with much to bide her time while he was gone.
What was she to do? Twiddle her thumbs and sleep the day away while Tigris and Grandma’am watched the games in the towering house across the yard?
Certainly, Lucy Gray wouldn’t want to watch her own people be killed in the Hunger Games, stretching across for hours on end. But he didn’t want her to be bored to tears either.
Maybe he could talk to Tigris, see if she was able to come by and do something with her, take a break from watching the brutality onscreen until day turned into night.
He emerged from the shower a short time later and came out into the entryway of the cabin to retrieve a new uniform, as Tigris had brought some fresh clothes over while he and Lucy Gray had been occupied the past couple days.
He dressed there in the living room, so as not to awaken Lucy Gray by any rustling noises. Hoping for the best that there’d be some manner of breakfast in the command center – unlikely, but still he hoped – he let the cabbage soup stay where it was in the little refrigeration unit in the kitchen.
“Coryo?” he heard from the bedroom, just as he’d been prepared to leave.
It was still so very early, and he’d decided, as much as it pained him, that he would not wake his wife until she was ready to be woken up.
But relief hummed through him when he heard her worried voice, and he knew he could not pretend to slip out the door as if he hadn’t heard her.
He walked down the short hall and peeked his head into the open bedroom doorway, leaning his head against the frame.
“Hey.”
Lucy Gray turned over completely and faced him, blinking her sleepiness away.
She was a vision to him, there in the bed, her hair a mess of curls, and the sheet and blanket dipping down into her cleavage, as she made little to no effort to cover herself.
“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?”
He sighed, guilt drowning him, and stepped into the room until his knees hit the bed, and he could sit beside her.
He reached out for her hand, and easily, she gave it to him. He smiled faintly at the wedding ring on her finger, and warmth spread through him when he looked at the wedding ring on his. Like they belonged together.
“Coriolanus?”
His eyes flicked up to hers.
“I didn’t want to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully.”
She pouted.
“But I wouldn’t have seen you all day. Especially if – because,” she corrected herself, “Billy Taupe won’t be dying today.”
He won’t? Coriolanus thought dejectedly, but luckily his feelings weren’t obvious on his face in this lighting.
“I’m sorry,” he said instead. “Here, c’mere.”
And he tugged at her hand, and she scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck until he came down to her for a sweet morning kiss.
“You’ll probably be too tired for more than that by the time you come home, huh?” she teased lightly, though he could see the regret and hunger in her eyes and gave a pained laugh in response.
“You’d be surprised. I might be up for something.”
She smiled faintly.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too.”
He lifted her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles and her ring.
“Mrs. Snow.”
He watched as her eyes lit up when he called her by her married name and felt butterflies fill his chest at how proud she was, how in love she was, and he knew he felt the same.
“I’ll talk to Tigris, see if she can come by later and check on you. I’m sure she’s just as repulsed by the killing as you are and won’t want to be watching it for hours on end.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
She licked her lips then, and he waited, could practically feel the question about to lift off her tongue.
“What can you do…for Billy Taupe?”
And, was it his imagination, or was she…hesitant?
Still, he answered as if she hadn’t.
“I can send him food and water,” he said, as he played with her fingers. “By drone,” he told her, just as she opened her mouth to ask how, no doubt. “Not quite sure how that’ll work, but we’ll know more after the first mentor tests it out.”
Lucy Gray nodded and bit her lip.
“Is that all?”
“As far as I know,” he answered, doing his best not to sound annoyed at the slight concern in her voice. “We can’t interfere. He’s on his own now.”
Lucy Gray took a deep breath and blew it out.
“Okay. Thank you.”
He kissed her fingers and brought his lips down to hers for another kiss, a goodbye one.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
She smiled tremulously.
“I’ll be waiting.”
At the last possible moment, he released her hand and walked out of the room, looking back only once to see her staring at him, looking as exquisite and desirable as ever.
With a sigh, he shook himself out of the lust pounding through him as best he could and made his way out of the cabin, strutting across the yard to call on Tigris for one final word.
