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.
I love to get requests and asks, so feel free to send those in!
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.
Got a fic request via an ao3 comment, and I gotta say, might write this one up TODAY b/c the wheels in my mind are turning, and they got a lot planned for this prompt. hehe.
It was chilly, even beneath her sleeping bag, snuggling close to Alex, and with his sleeping bag underneath and with his oversized sweatshirt on top. She couldn’t remember what Alex had said the weather forecast would be for their week on vacation, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t frigid temperatures at night.
Her toes and her nose felt like icicles, and she was pretty sure if she blew out a deep breath in front of her, she would see a cloud of white smoke.
She thought of one way she could warm herself up, but she was fairly certain it would give Alex the wrong idea, since she wasn’t in the mood for teaching a new position. Also, that wrong idea would be pretty spot on. In her head at least, she could be honest enough to admit that.
She’d been so cozy on Alex’s lap in front of the fire earlier that night. She’d allowed herself to dream about what them being together might look like. Between the kisses and the massages and the snuggles, she’d literally been on cloud nine with him.
She wondered if that had been deliberate on his part, but she couldn’t be sure, and she was afraid to ask.
Still, being cold was at the forefront of her mind at the moment, and she really couldn’t think of any way to get past that without waking Alex up and forcing him to think up a solution, even if it was the one thing she was sure would work and would make things even more complicated between them.
She let that go for the time being.
“Alex,” she whispered, hoping he was a light sleeper without the drugs her mom had passed on.
He didn’t respond, just snored softly.
“Alex,” she said a little louder, this time with a slight whine to her voice.
Her heart thudded loudly in her ears as she contemplated saying the truth out loud. She licked her lips and took the plunge, figuring he probably wouldn’t hear her anyway if the first two times she said his name were any indication.
“Alex, I want to be with you.”
His eyes started to flutter open, and she gasped.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but her shivering gave her away.
“Poppy?”
His hand, warm from being tucked under the sleeping bag against his chest, landed on her shoulder and shook her gently.
“Poppy, are you okay?”
She opened her eyes slowly and pretended to have to focus on him in front of her briefly, like he was too blurry initially, like she needed glasses with him inches away from her.
“I’m cold,” she admitted.
“Were you trying to wake me up?” he asked, already sliding his arm around her beneath the covering sleeping bag, then he snuck his sweatpants-covered leg over hers to warm her that way too. “Jesus, you’re cold.”
“Yeah,” she said, her teeth chattering for a moment.
“Oh, Poppy.”
He rubbed his hand over her back and brought her body as close to him as he could.
“Have you felt this way all night? I thought you fell asleep.”
“I did fall asleep,” she assured him. “Just woke up a few minutes ago and was cold.” She licked her lips before continuing. “My toes and nose are frozen.”
“I wish there was some way I could warm you up,” he said, rubbing circles on her back.
That was her opening, Poppy thought. Whether she’d take it or not though…
“I can think of a way,” she said, quietly.
“Yeah, what’s that?” he asked, still not thinking too hard on it clearly as he continued to rub his heating circles.
Poppy lifted her head from under his chin, and he moved his hand to her shoulder and rubbed it down her arm instead, waiting.
Without missing a beat, Poppy leaned forward and kissed him. Much to her relief, he reciprocated.
“Poppy,” he said, voice dark and full of earning. “I thought you said-”
“I know what I said.” She paused. “But I’m cold.”
“Is that the only reason?” he asked, and suddenly it felt like her whole life was at stake.
What was he asking exactly?
“No.”
The stillness stretched endlessly between them. Poppy was suddenly very aware of his hand on her arm, his leg hooked over hers, their bodies pressed incredibly close to each other.
Her heart was hammering in her ears; her stomach was doing flips.
She wanted to take it back, but it was out in the open now. There was no going back.
“Ale…” she tried in a strangled breath, but she couldn’t finish. She couldn’t catch her breath.
She was lost.
And that’s when Alex kissed her.
Not a soft, simple, sweet kiss. A passionate one. One that stole her breath, one that had her curling her hand around his head and into his hair. One that had him gripping her ass and grinding his lower body against hers.
One that continued into another and another and another.
“Poppy,” he choked between kisses.
And she felt the tears on his face as their teeth clashed together urgently and the wetness between her legs dampened the shorts she was wearing, the hardness between his legs pressing against his sweats.
It was rough and hot and urgent. They were insatiable for each other like they’d never been before.
And soon enough, Poppy was on her back, and Alex was hovering her, still kissing her, still exploring every inch of her. There was no time to think oh, we need a condom. No time to wonder did he hear me confessing I want to be with him?
Just suddenly, he was inside her, and she felt as though she was on fire. That she was in the oranges and blues and yellows of the campfire from just a few hours ago instead of in a chilly sent with her not-a-boyfriend-only-a-best-friend fucking her like his life depended on it.
He called her name and pressed his face to the crook of her neck and thrust into her over and over, his arms crawling beneath his sweatshirt on her body as her legs wrapped around his ass and urged him on.
The sensations were indescribable, each thrust pushing her to a new place of pleasure she hadn’t experienced before.
And she was no longer cold, not her toes or her nose or any part of her.
She was in the heart of the firestorm, and it was raging.
…
Alex woke up with a fat ass smile on his face.
He was on his back, and there was a distinct emptiness to his side, so Poppy was no longer there, which he confirmed when he looked, but he figured she was just getting a headstart on packing up.
He was still happy, blissful even.
Because last night, in the middle of the night, Poppy had told him to his face that she wanted to have sex with him for reasons beyond just being cold, beyond teaching him a new sex position for future lovers. She wanted to have sex with him for him, and that had him elated beyond belief.
And he could’ve sworn – he didn’t have proof yet – but he could’ve sworn just before he’d woken up, he’d heard her whisper that she wanted to be with him.
He couldn’t remember ever being this happy in his life.
Sure, it had come on fast, and yeah, maybe there would be some difficulties with them being such polar opposites, but didn’t they owe it to each other to give them a chance before someone else came along, and not months, maybe even years later?
He peeled back the top sleeping bag, pulled his sweatpants back over his ass, slipped into his shoes and opened the tent flap.
There was Poppy, making a valiant effort at taking down her tent, her duffel and other luggage all packed away and zipped up on the ground.
“Need some help?” he asked, watching her in her messy bun looking some god damn beautiful he just knew he’d have to tell her.
She looked up.
“Oh. Alex. Hey.” She licked her lips and gave him a once-over, making him smirk.
“Hey, Poppy.”
“Hmm?” She looked up into his face and promptly blushed.
“Eyes are up here.”
She cleared her throat and looked away.
“Right. Sorry. Would you, uh, mind…helping me with this? I can’t quite seem to reach the top here.”
She stood up on her tip-toes and then nearly fell into the tent, no longer staked to the ground.
“Oof!”
“Hey, hey, careful.”
He caught her before she plummeted, then kissed the top of her head.
“And no need to apologize,”
Poppy turned to look at him slowly, and his smile seemed so blinding it could’ve been the sun. She did not return it. In fact, she looked downright paralyzed with fear, or embarrassment maybe. Either way, it did not bode well for him.
He decided to help her with the tent first, lest he not want to after she spoke up again and burst all his hopes and dreams.
“Alex,” she began, just as the poles and tent collapsed on the ground for her to pick up. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, coming across maybe a bit too cheery as he walked over to her and kissed her on the nose.
She swallowed hard.
“I think you may have misunderstood what happened last night.”
He tried valiantly hard not to be let down. He wouldn’t abandon the possibility that everything was going to be wonderful just yet. Not until she’d really spelled it out for him. Only then would he panic and bury his feelings.
“Why don’t you tell me?” he suggested, plopping down into his camping chair, since hers had already been folded away. “Then we can see if we’re on the same page or not.”
“I really don’t think we are, Alex,” she said. “Since you can’t stop smiling, and I am…concerned.”
He frowned.
“Tell me, Poppy.”
“Ack!” She dragged her hands down her face and started to pace. “I was afraid this would happen.”
His brows narrowed.
“Afraid what would happen?”
“Th-That lines would be blurred!” She gestured wildly. “That you would think you have feelings for me and want to pursue it!”
He stood up immediately and grabbed her shoulders to stop her pacing.
“I do have feelings for you.”
She huffed.
“And you have feelings for me too, Poppy.”
“How can you know that? I never said anything. I never did anything. There is no indication tha-”
He dropped his hands.
“I’m sorry, what else does ‘Alex, I want to be with you’ mean?”
Her eyes closed slowly.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” she said quietly, almost a whisper. “Damn it, Alex!”
She stormed past him and folded up his camping chair, then threw it at his tent, where it immediately bounced back. She was heaving.
“Hey,” he consoled her, hesitantly touching her shoulder to see if it was safe to rub, to pat, to soothe. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not!” she snapped, turning towards him, making his eyes go wide and step back a fraction of an inch. “It was one day, Alex. One day. And suddenly you’re over Sarah and in love with me?! Loud, colorful, obnoxious Poppy?”
He reeled back as if he’d been slapped.
“Wake up!” she continued her ranting. “It’s a fairytale. And people…they do stupid things on vacation.”
He nodded slowly, the rejection hitting him wave after horrific wave.
“Is that what I am, Poppy? A stupid thing?”
“No, that’s not what I-” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “That’s not what I meant, Alex.”
“So. You didn’t mean that you want to be with me, and you didn’t mean that I’m a stupid thing. So, which is it, Poppy? Or do you not even know?”
His glare was impenetrable, and he almost couldn’t feel bad for the way it made Poppy’s bottom lip tremble.
Almost.
He took a breath and pushed aside his fury, his hurt, and closed the distance between them, then cupped her face in his hands.
“Why won’t you give us a chance?”
He searched her eyes for an answer, anything.
Poppy’s eyes only filled up with tears that didn’t fall, an answer she wouldn’t give. She only shook her head and removed his hands from her face. She tried to untangle her hands from his, but he wouldn’t let go.
“Alex, just-” She sighed. “It wouldn’t work. Just…let go.” She fought to release his hands frantically until finally he did, but only to cup her face again. “Ale-!”
And he kissed her, trying beyond anything else to make her see reason, to make her see that this was right.
She responded to the kiss, much to his relief, but then she pulled away, and looked so crushed he knew it hadn’t been a victory.
“That’s the last kiss you’ll get from me,” she said. “We’re better as friends.”
His hands dropped, and she walked past him towards the cooler, maybe to bring out whatever they had left for breakfast. It didn’t matter.
His heart had gone as cold as Poppy’s feet last night.
Haydove fic did not get written. Been sick on and off b/c of a new med I started taking, so that's prob why. Will try to write it tomorrow (unless I get inspired by something else) but no guarantees it'll get posted the same day, just a forewarning!
