look what yall made me do. nah jk this has been on my head for a while now. and this took way to long to write compared to how short it is. i wrote this yesterday.
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warnings: 18+ smut, swearing, family relationship, and please keep in mind, this isn't real. it is a fan-fiction. if lisa actually gets into a relationship, good for her, but if she doesn't, don't get annoyed at me for making this. please.
The day Y/N's Mother and Father sat her down at the dinner table when she was nine, spilling the worst news that a nine-year old could hear, was the worst day of her life. Well, that was until Y/N met her new family in Long Valley, New Jersey.
The day was long. Young Y/N sat down at the table, watching her Mom picking her nails and her Dad hanging his head low. She sat at her normal spot, right in between her parents.
Of course she had heard their arguments, but both her Mom and Dad had both said, "People fight, pumpkin, when you fall in love you'll do it too." Y/N trusted both of her parents, though right now, she's not feeling that.
Y/N watched her Dad shift in her seat. He breathed in, looking over at his (soon to be ex) wife. She nodded, giving him a sign to start talking. Y/N's eyebrows squinted as she tilted her head, whats going on?? She thought.
Her father broke the silence with a question she didn't know how to answer too. "No matter what, you know both your Mother and I love you so much, right?" He asked, setting his hand on top of his daughters much smaller one. She nodded, not knowing what to do. She looked over at her Mother, she wasn't looking at either of them. Her Mom looked over at her, moving her eyes from the window.
Now looking back at it, Y/N has noticed how much happier her dad had been without Mom. And now, finally after 11 years, he had found the real one.
Y/N was so happy for her dad, though she was now packing her home of 20 years. She was leaving all her friends, not even sure if she'd ever visit again. The idea of moving always excited Y/N as a little girl, though now older and bigger, its very very stressful and sad for her.
Y/N stood in the door way of her bedroom for so long, so focused she didn't even hear her father calling her name. Her father yelled her name, getting no response every time. A sudden nerve ran up his back.
"Y/N?" He yelled making his way up the off-white carpeted stairs of the house. He called Y/N again, no response. He walked to her bedroom finding her standing in the doorway, hands and arms filled with bags and boxes. He walked up to her, joining her in the doorway. His hand rubbed up and down your back, looking down at you and all the boxes you held. He sighed, grabbing a box from you. "Okay, Y/N, we have to go now. I'll take one of your boxes, come on. I want you to meet Lisa's children before they leave."
Your eyes rolled from what he had said. He'd told you all the things about her kids that he knew. Lisa had three kids, one girl and two twin boys. The girl, Cameron, was twenty-three and the twins, Ethan (the older one) and Grayson (the younger one) were both 21. Though, Cameron, who you were excited for, did not live in New Jersey. Nor did the twins, so you'd be stuck with the twins until you moved into a house with your partner in the future.
Now, here she is, in the car driving from her old home to her new home, in a different state. Y/N opened her air-pods, grabbing one air-pod - so she could still hear her dad - and playing soft music in the pod. Y/N threw her head back, closing her eyes and dozing off in the safety of her music on replay.
Y/N woke up in the burning sun and the feeling of her Father tapping her shoulder. She shook her head looking over, receiving a smile from him. Y/N smiled back, pulling out her air-pods that had died.
"We're going to stop at this gas station up here, you can get any snacks and stuff," He said a little too nicely. He knows she does not like this whole situation. So, therefore, hes gonna do everything to make Y/N happier about this situation.
You nodded, looking forward seeing the big bright sign showing the gas station. Soon, the two of them pulled up to the gas station and Y/N got out of the car so fast, she could have been mistaken for a cheetah.
She had made a quick run to the bathroom before grabbing some Sour Patch Kids and a cheap soda. Y/N found her father already in line, allowing her to awkwardly skip the line. She had felt the looks on her from the people she had skipped. Nobody had said anything to her, though. Well, that was until a tall young tan skinned boy, did finally.
He coughed, trying to grab her attention, though he realized it didn't. He coughed again, grabbing her attention along with others. “Um,” he started talking to her, she turned around just making sure he wasn't talking to her. Unfortunately, he was. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, and his low voice began talking again. “You can’t just skip the line- whoa!” His annoyed voice seemed to go away when he looked at her when she turned around. Y/N rolled her eyes when she watched him open a bit more, wide eyed for sure.
Y/N turned back around, meeting eyes with her father. His eyes were wide too, though he was surprised at the sudden change in him. He was smiling under the navy blue mask he wore, covering his mouth and nose.
Luckily for the boy who was going to tell her to wait in the back of the line, he had gotten Y/N’s number and as much as Y/N didn't want to admit it, she was excited for it.
After many more hours of driving, both Y/N and her father taking turns, Y/D drove into a long and beautiful drive through tall green trees in Long Valley, New Jersey. Y/N sat up, deciding that she wanted to look a bit more presentable. His phone had gone off, saying that the destination was close. Y/N sat up, combing out her hair with her fingers.
Once she was happy with her appearance, she smiled a small smile and looked back out the window, bringing the mirror back up, showing more of the beautiful trail and trees. Y/D took a turn, turning into a driveway of a large beautiful house with a big backyard with a fancy garden. Y/N looked over at her dad, hoping he’ll break the silence with what they both wanted to say.
“Wow,” he said, causing you to giggle and smile. He was happy on the outside, but on the inside, he was shitting bricks to say the least. Y/N too, though she was quite the opposite. On the outside, she was shitting bricks and on the inside, she was happy. She was happy because her father was happy, she was happy because she had a new start ready to begin when she walked into the door, she was happy because she would finally have that mother-daughter bond with someone again. “This is home, babe.”
Y/N smiled, looking over at him who was looking at her. Y/N had shifted when her dad looked forward to the white house again. She unbuckled her seat belt and listed herself over to kiss him on the cheek. When she pulled back, Lisa was standing at the door, her short blond hair was curled in front of her face, she was pretty. Lisa had a smile on her face, clearly showing she had seen Y/N kiss her fathers cheek. Lisa turned around, beginning to talk to someone who she couldn’t see.
“That's Lisa, baby,” Y/D said, unbuckling his seat belt and opening the door, walking up to Lisa who had met him in the middle. Y/D had pulled her in for a hug, and they hugged before sharing a quick peck on the lips. Y/N smiled, she hadn’t seen her father this happy since forever ago.
Y/N smiled, getting out of the car, closing the door with a slam, making Y/D pull away from Lisa. Lisa looked over at you smiling, she seemed to be happy with everything in this moment. All three of them had heard a scream or something from inside, causing Lisa to blush and apologize for her kids.
Soon enough, with the help of Lisa, both Y/N and Y/D had gotten all their stuff inside the house or right outside the front door. When she had gotten inside, Lisa had said how she would show us to both of their rooms. Hers and Y/D’s had been on the main floor, while Y/N’s was in the basement, far away from both of the other children's rooms, as if they are ever home anyway. She liked her room, on the bright side, she liked the color of the painting of the wall, and the second she saw the room, she felt like she knew how she wanted it to look.
As a student, studying for interior design in a nearby college in New Jersey, she had a pretty good idea of how she wanted everything to go. Y/N smiled, the room was perfect for her. After Y/N thanked Lisa for the room, she had brought all of them back upstairs to introduce her children.
Her daughter had walked down first, she looked just like Lisa to Y/N. “This is my daughter, Cameron, Cameron this is Y/N and Y/D,” Cameron examined Y/D quickly and soon moved to Y/N with a smirk on her face. Y/N rocked on her heels feeling uncomfortable. Lisa had noticed and lightly nudged Cameron before pulling up upstairs. Y/N had heard Cameron mumble something, but she could not hear what so she brushed it off. When they had gotten upstairs, Lisa had knocked on a door with mumbling behind it.
Lisa had gone to knock on the door, but the door was opened by two identical men. Y/N hadn’t even noticed her cheeks flush over with a red flush until she couldn't form a sentence even if she wanted to. “This one here, is Ethan, Ethan, this is Y/N and Y/D, Grayson, this is Y/N and Y/D,” Grayson held back a smile a little bit too much it was obvious that he was.
They were hot, and when a short, petite brunette walked out from behind them, Y/N was just a little caught off guard. Y/N wanted to pray neither of them were dating this girl, but she couldn't. She couldn’t knowing these people are family now, she couldn't do this. Not with guys who looked like this. But at the same time. They look like douche bags.
After dinner, she had gone downstairs after many hours of driving. Y/N just wanted to go downstairs into your room, put blankets on the bed and make a bed to sleep in. So she did. She had brought down a blanket and a few pillows, just enough for the night. She had also set up a nightlight she had brought for comfort.
She had woken up the next morning from the loud noise from her phone. She groaned and turned it off, staying up, keeping her eyes open, trying to wake up. She normally would wake up and go for a run or something, but today, for a work out, she had decided she was going to bring things down into her room and put them out.
On her second box, she had a comforter on her bed, more pillows, a few posters of bands she liked, and a blue record player on the floor. She had brought down two bedside tables, which she had filled with many different things. They were dark brown, the same color of the bed frame Lisa had bought her. She was on her way up, going to grab another box filled with clothes, but she had met the face of someone's chest instead. He was shirtless and tan, he had a tattoo of a face on her arm, and he had a gray headband in his hair.
He smiled as she looked up, “Grayson,” She said. He smiled, as a way of showing she was right. “What are you doing up so early in the morning?” He smiled, looking into her eyes.
“I don't know, I’ve been waking up early for the past handful of years. Why are you up?” he asked, brushing a hand through her hair. She blushed again from the feeling of his hands on her face.
She caught her breath in her throat, she was struggling to speak again. Something about this man. He already had an effect on her. “I normally have school, and before I have classes, I like to run or something but making my room is good too.”
Grayson smiled, keeping his eyes on her lips that moved when she talked, let alone when she breathed. All he wanted to do was kiss her lips, honestly. “Well, Y/N, I can help you if you want, I was just going to work out.”
And so he did. They both worked downstairs. He helped her install a television into the wall, he also helped her build a dresser for her bedroom. After about three hours, her room was finished. She had a white theme, though her pops of color shined in the light room.
“Thank you Grayson, I think I got the rest if you want to go shower or something,” She said referring to his body that was dripping sweat. He smiled, saying no and helping her bring down the last box of things that would all end up on the wall.
On the top of the box, though, was her hydro flask that rolled off of the box and banged on the ground. Grayson winced, looking over watching her set the box down and pick up the bottle bringing her hand through the loop. She looked down and gasped, grabbing Gray's attention even more. “Oh fuck,” She whispered rubbing her hand on the wood floor. She hoped that rubbing her hand on the dark wood floor would wipe away the dent, showing how there wasn't a dent. But there was a big chip taken out of the wood too. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Grayson smiled, stepping behind her, moving her over slightly looking at the big, noticeable dent. Grayson knew his mom, she wouldn't care knowing it was her, but she might never forget it or something of that source. “Fuck, uh,” He started looking over to his right, seeing her watch him look at the dent. She moved her head, looking down at it. “Don’t worry about it right now, let's finish your room, yeah?” Y/N nodded, walking down the stairs being extra careful.
When they had gotten down to your new room, Grayson brushed a hand through her hair again. The hair that fell over her face had been brushed and brought behind her ears, blushing once again. His hand stayed on her face, bringing it down to her lips, brushing it over her pink plump bottom lip. Her eyes darted down from his hand up to his eyes that looked down at her lips.
He pulled it back, looking deep into her eyes. He walked forward pushing her back to sit on the bed, while he stood above her, doing the lip pull again. He smiled, it seemed as if his lightning bolt had gone off again. “How about we make a deal?” He asked looking deep into her eyes. She nodded, keeping her lip attached to his finger. He slipped his thick digit into her mouth, basically asking her to suck on his finger. “How about you suck my dick, and if she sees it, I’ll take the blame. How does that sound?”
Y/N moved your head back, letting go of his finger. “What- no, Gray, this is so wrong. We're family now, my dad is dating your mom, this isn't right. As much as I wish I could, I can’t,”
He held his breath, not regretting what he had said as a deal at all, he meant it. “Why can't you?” He asked, holding onto her hand not letting her run away.
“Gray, that's just not okay,” she said, trying to think of an excuse. He raised his eyebrows, not thinking she’d really mean that. What the fuck does he know? “We wouldn't have the bond that I was excited for. I never had siblings, you are my sibling now, and you and your siblings are the only reason I let my dad drag my ass across the country so he could live with some girl he had never met. You think I would be okay wi--”
His lips on hers interrupted her, his lips were soft, just like they looked. His hands knew right where they should roam, his tongue knew where to slide. Y/N wanted to stay there and let him kiss her, but that would defeat the whole thing she was just saying. So she untangled her hands from the back of his neck and pushed the 200 pound guy off of her.
He pulled back smiling, “Tell me the real reason.”
“No, you didn't.”
“Yes, I did.”
“No, because you said you wanted to.”
She gasped, staying quiet this time. She did want to, she did. But she couldn't. Her mother always told her life isn't fair but she never really understood until now. She looked down, “What if we get caught?”
Grayson smiled, to him, these five words meant that she was considering it. She was, but she couldn't admit that.
“You don't know that for sure.”
“One, we would hear them walking around upstairs, two, we would hear them walk down the stairs, three, my mom would think it's Ethan and Kristina, and four, we’ll be quiet,” he said, rubbing a hand over her wet, swollen lips. He smiled, watching her blush. “Now, baby girl, what's the real reason?”
The question she had been holding in, was not this. The question she was holding in would be, Why me? But what came out was different.
“What if I get attached?”
The next day, Y/N had woken up from her alarm but she hadn't gotten out of her room. She had listened to Graysons soft hums and the sound of walking around upstairs. She had waited until she heard soft grunts outside, telling her he was working out before she had gone upstairs and made toast. She was so focused on being quick she hadn’t even heard Grayson come into the house and open the door.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” he laughed, scaring Y/N dropping her knife onto the counter top, exhaling a yelp from her mouth. “Did you finish thinking yet? ‘Cause I heard my mom ask E what it was last night, I’m next to be aske-”
“Won't she ask Cameron too?”
He scoffed, “No, baby, it's now or never,” He said looking down at the bump in his shorts. Maybe it was from the ideas in his head, or maybe it was the skimpy outfit Y/N had worn to bed.
Y/N looked away, sucking on her tongue trying to keep this idea out of her head. If Y/N had known Lisa a little bit longer, the answer would be a no. She would take the blame and suffer the consequences but knowing all she's done for her, not even knowing her longer than 76 hours, she couldn't. “Fine,” Y/N rolled her eyes.
He shook his head and woke himself up, before walking up to her soft hand grabbing it and leading her to her bedroom. They walked down the stairs down to her bedroom and to Grayson, it felt like he hardened with every step he took.
Once they reached her bedroom, he stood up, staying standing while pushing her head down to meet up with his boner that seemed to fully stick out in his shorts. Y/N kept eye-contact with him while she pull his workout shorts along with his Calvin Kliens down to his ankles. His erection pulled up like a spring flying up to his stomach and resting back down right by her mouth. Y/N stuck her tongue out and licked a line up from the bottom of his shaft to the top of his tip. She had felt every vein tense when she did so, and she liked knowing he was under her control.
He kept his eyes on her mouth, keeping himself as stable as possible. While he held her head steady, she began to start doing what he had waited for. Y/N began to bring her mouth deeper and closer to his pelvis, wrapping her lips around her teeth forcing her neck to push forward and backwards on his dick releasing moans, gurgles, and chokes from her mouth.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Grayson whispered trying to stay quiet as he was in pure euphoria on his lower region. She tried her hardest to keep her eyes open, looking deep into his eyes as he threw his head back shortly. His hand held her hair behind her head, pushing her head forward and backward while kindly holding her hair out of her way. He pushed Y/N’s head deep into his pelvis, cumming right down her throat.
Once he was finished he allowed Y/N to move her head back and let her sore throat be free. She stood up, wiping her face off and kissing Grayson deeply. He grabbed Y/N’s hips, pulling her in for a kiss. Y/N, whose arms were tightly wrapped around the back of his neck keeping them close and tight together, hummed into the kiss. Soon, the two of them were pulled apart from the sound of somebody walking around above them. Y/N gasped, keeping her distance from her step brother.
“What the fuck did you just make me d-”
“Grayson,” His mom called out, interrupting Y/N. “Baby, what's this dent in the ground here?”
Grayson smiled, looking into Y/N’s eyes as he talked, “That was me, Ma, sorry,”
“Come on, Grayson. Fix this please.”
brutal by olivia rodrigo.
heyy, so i’m doing this bc i love the album. not only am i working in this, but i’m working on another major thing so you’ll see that when that’s ready :) i’ll be posting these until i get the next things finished, you’ll like it. i promise :-)
These were how days were for you. You laid in bed, watching something on your phone or even just listening to music.
Today, was no different. It’d been a month since you and your boyfriend, Grayson Dolan, had broken up. The two of you went public a week before you two broke up. Partially because the timing wasn’t right, but also partially because of the arguing when he would come home late. But, most importantly, the fact you were underage.
Now, it wasn’t illegal. Your so close to being 18, a few months even, but when the fans of Grayson found that out, well- look at it now. It’s hard telling everyone on the internet that he had consent from your parents. But the internet has a lot of people, so it makes it even harder.
Now, you lay in bed, listening to the soft songs of your favorite bands.
You don’t even understand. Grayson never got effected from hate, let alone leaving someone because of it. But both Grayson and the internet have effected these two past months.
Grayson had an effect on you, of course. But now that it’s all over, his effect is different. So insecure of everything now. You don’t even like getting out of bed. Anyone could walk into your house and point out the hot mess everything is. You haven’t showered in about a week, but what’s wrong with that? Nobody sees you anymore. You’re staying off the internet, and you’re not going out because of paparazzi, so what’s the point.
of course, you’re not happy about it, but your enjoying the time to yourself. Your happy now, kinda. You lay in bed all day, and don’t ya think that’s the ideal perfect day? Yes.
But holy hell do you miss this man. Grayson made you so happy. He kept you stable, kept you confident. Now, you can lay in bed, look up at the ceiling and just cry. At this point, you’ll be dead before his age now. Doesn’t matter what reason. You just think it’s happening.
Nobody likes me anymore, I should probably start talking to people again... You thought, sitting up and looking in the mirror. I should probably shower, you stood up, for the first time in what felt like forever.
And so you did, standing up and taking a long warm shower. The beads of hot water burnt your pale skin, causing you to shiver slightly.
Soon enough, you got out and got dressed, texting a few friends, not able to talk from your raspy voice. After their excited texts back, you got in your car playing your music and driving to their houses.
You walked up to your best friends house, getting a big long hug from them. Their larger, nineteen year old bodies wrapped around your small, seventeen year old one. You felt like a kid with them sometimes.
I’m so sick of seventeen.
The four bodies hugging you, but honestly you only came for two of them. You didn’t want to be fake or anything so you hugged back to all four of them.
You weren’t listening to those who were talking. You more focused on their lips moving.
But then, it hit you like a bus. The one word that hurt the most, “Grayson.” You shook your head and looked at the one who said it. Everyone else’s eyes widened. You weren’t sure if they were surprised they said his names, or their sentence in which you weren’t listening too.
You shook your head, getting your attention back on themselves. Your eyes squinted, “What?”
Three of them all just said different kinds of ways of saying it doesn’t matter, but the one who said it was really playing with you. She smiled, breathing in, “I hooked up with this kid named Grayson, Grayson Bolan or something like that, why-?” She was interrupted by the hisses of the rest of the group.
One of the group members, not one of the two you cared for, spoke up. She clearly knew, “Um, Miss Y/N here, just broke up with him and I think it’s a tough spot for her right now.” The one who spoke first gasped and threw their hands up to their mouth apologizing way to much.
You shook it off, but when you got home, not so much. You walked into your bedroom, flopping on to the bed dramatically. Your face colliding with the soft bed, you moaned into the bed.
The next thing you would do, wasn’t you. It was someone else. It felt like you were possessed or something, this isn’t something Y/N would ever do.
But, here you are. Banging on the door of the black house where you had broken up with your soulmate - or so you thought. After a few too many bangs, Ethan opened the door and you walked right in, walking to your old bedroom.
You didn’t knock, you don’t care anymore. And there, laid Gray, scrolling through some girls instagram. You huffed, over the whole situation, “So what? Now we break up and your out here, fucking my friends?” Friends was a strong word, but once she got the information about her getting fucked, the suddenly were best friends.
He looked up, meeting eyes with your bloodshot, red ones. He listened to you yell at him with your raspy voice going away softly with some of your words. It was too obvious you’ve been crying. It was even more obvious when you started crying again.
Grayson stood up on the bed, walking over to you in attempt to calm you down. It didn’t work, clearly. “Get your fucking hands off of me. Be honest,” your voice cracked as you pushed him back and looked into his eyes, “Who else?”
He didn’t answer, instead he stood there, as if you knew what he was thinking. You shook your head, “Gee, thanks for the answer buddy, I’ll take that as a lot, huh?” you huffed grabbing yourself from the situation and leaving the house. Grayson stunned, though you were crying and congratulating yourself when you got into the car.
You started your car, “Fuckin’ brutal out here.”
another tomorrow or something 🤭🤗