#maren x yn

[ginnysgraffiti]

heya ! i really love your writing, it’s so intimate and earnest and absorbing ;was wondering if you’d ever consider writing about taylor russell or even maren? i feel like this is a totally untapped concept on here which is so odd to me considering her unflinching beauty and loveliness

heyyy!! i'm so touched by your comment, it's so heart warming to know that someone likes my (horrible) writing style TT

also, i definitely adore your request! taylor's my favourite actress and i'm so glad she has been receiving the recognition she deserves lately! plus, maren has always been my favourite character and i couldn't wait to write about her <33

i tried to arrange something, but i'll definitely write more about her or taylor directly.

reader as lee from bones and all

&. MAREN YEARLY x yn.

you loved her since the very first day.

you found yourself falling for the way her jacket sleeves covered half her hands, how her curls moved with the wind when she let your pick-up window down, how she clumsily cleaned herself after feeding and you always had to give her a hand.

she often preferred to spend time with your sister, chatting nonsense just to make time pass or go for an ice-cream.

maren wasn't your first love, she was your first everything.

words couldn't express the gratefulness you had towards her for being an eater, for understanding you, for not making you feel like the monster you were.

however, time seemed to slip through your fingers.

you always dedicate yourself to feeding, reassuring your sister that everything was going in the right way in some phone booth outside the city, gathering the little money you could and protecting you both constantly.

that evening, you could notice a blanket of darkness covered the sky from your pick-up window as you waited for maren to return from feeding. the occasional engine noises and leaves bustling from the gentle breeze filled the night outside. a faint glow of silver moonlight caught your attention for half a second, when the passenger door opened and maren jumped in.

she had surprisingly cleaned herself already, but a light smell of iron and mud made its way into the car.

she kept silent, like most of the times where one of you had gone feeding and you're too vulnerable or self-conscious to put up a proper conversation.

your eyes travelled down, her little hands were nervously teasing the hem of her white sweatshirt, as to silently ask the fabric to hide her little frame completely.

she suddenly looked so small, fragile and broken.

without sharing a word, you drove towards a nearby motel.

you were actually proud of the fact you managed to put up a decent nest egg of savings earned from part-time jobs or feedings victims' wallets, so you were aiming to a comfortable room.

as soon as you turned off the engine you gave maren a few seconds to look around.

you could tell she had got used to the idea of sleeping in your truck, even if you also shared the bed at your aunt's house in the past and she never seemed uncomfortable with it.

maybe because you two never got intimate, maybe because she was completely oblivious of the turmoil that was taking control of you and the butterflies you were feeling all inside.

talking about love wasn't on the agenda, at all, especially since you talked often about your unconventional habits and past experiences that ended up ruining both your moods.

maren was a girl of many words. she spoke with you every single time, every single second to ask stupid questions you always found yourself smiling at, and you loved it. how would it feel to open up to her and talk about your feelings?

as you stepped in, you already knew that she was not gonna waste any more time before entering the shower. rightfully so. it was good to take advantage of the small benefits when you could afford it - or better, when you could do so without feeling bad about it.

you sat down on a small wood chair near the double bed, wondering how such a twisted eater like you would have been able to become a damn hopeless romantic.

the way her curly hair as black as pitch bounced on her shoulder in the truck, the way she insisted on ordering milk and cereal at every diner, many little and useless things that got you on your knees for her.

when the chair revealed uncomfortable, you decided to stay with your tanktop and jeans and lay on the mattress, waiting for her without moving a single muscle.

your mind was still thinking about how you couldn't bring yourself to make a clear move on her when maren got out of the bathroom, holding onto her bathrobe fabric.

her hair was as dry as before, all curly and arranged in a clearly-self-made chignon.

"all clean?" you asked, putting up a reassuring smile.

she nodded, and you asked yourself why she hadn't dressed herself in the bathroom directly.

your pulse quickened terribly when she dragged her slippers on the floor, climbing shyly on the bed.

such a fool you were making of yourself, being all worked up and blushing when she suddenly reached your body, spreading on top like a sleepy animal. her hair looked so full and her skin soft as she rubbed your cheek against your collarbone.

her little little hands slowly searched for your waist, allowing herself to straddle you better.

you couldn't tell what was going on in her mind, either what her intentions were, but you just hoped it could be a nice beginning of the relationship you always dreamed of.

"can i sleep like this...?" her barely-awake tone asked.

"sure you can." you quickly replied, kissing her head. she smelled like vanilla body wash the natural skin scent you loved.

[ginnysgraffiti]

my thoughts about lee's kisses.

maybe my mind definitely left me but i just love the kissing scenes in bones and all.

i mean...LOVE.

it's just amazing how lee's kisses are completely different and how particular they are.

at the base, his every kiss is a make-out.

he always lets his tongue search for maren's, let it slip quickly inside her mouth in a tender and sensual way, making it look hot and extremely affectionate.

as the kiss keeps going his desire grows fast and he immediately leans forward, his tongue working faster, desperately, with his hands holding onto her body as his lifeline.

he even goes for forehead kisses with maren, his hand caressing her wavy black hair in the meanwhile and smelling them immediately after.

in the hill, where lee lets himself be completely open and vulnerable to maren, he shares the most desperate kisses.

his arms immediately block her, keeping her close, making sure she's not scared or grossed out by him. searching for a way to keep her real, as if she would vanish away.

his kiss is gentle, childish and soft at first, waiting for maren to take the lead and ask for the permission to let him enjoy the moment of pleasure. as she begins to make-out, his tongue immediately responds and lee can't help but lean forward, his grip on her stronger and tighter.

his eyebrow arch a little, picturing him in the most childish way as he, again, wishes that maren takes the lead or eventually goes further than that.

[ginnysgraffiti]

i decided to upload the ff here since i received your request from my old account.

anyway, tysm for your request (i'm trying my best to work also on the old ones you asked for!)

@pmak2002

REQUEST :

sick lee being taken care of by maren or y/n plz.

&. LEE x maren yearly.

you knew it wasn't your fault.

you knew well it wasn't, or at least you hoped.

not being able to check maren out constantly, to know what she was up to or when she had decided to go feeding was absolutely devouring you alive.

not only did you fear for her own safety and the cops finding out the dark truth of her habits, but also the risks of getting hurt or targeted by other eaters.

and yes, you couldn't even try to forget yourself for getting as sick as hell and stuck in bed.

since the moment you and maren had managed to buy an apartment, you could only wait for the moment she would step in the hallway, leave her keys on the table at the left and approach your mattress to give you food, medicine or -and you were the one who always begged for it- cuddles.

today, the fever has been suspiciously high but you couldn't even get up and bring yourself to search for medicine.

everything through your vision looked hazy, blurry, as you couldn't tell what was real and what were little movements your body made from time to time due to your long time spent in bed and that made it all look feverish, in slow-motion.

in your head, you could see maren standing in the kitchen over the stove. she was wearing one of your big t-shirts visibly too big for her little frame, her white underwear and nothing more. her hair was curly and full and her black skin always shined when a few sun rays made their way through the window.

there was this sense, within your house, that maren was there with you. in the smell of the sheets, in her jackets hanging on the coat rack, in the books she always kept with her but had decided to leave on the bed table because she was gonna go out for food.

you could tell your mind was still disconnected from reality and busy balancing between the delirium of fever and sweat and the desire to take medicine when a sudden click woke up your whole senses and echoed in the hallway.

"i'm home!" announced maren's soft voice, and she slowly put the food bags down.

"...h-hey..." you managed, seeking for all your stamina to put up a smile.

"holy potato...you're as red as tomatoes. your fever has risen!" she quickly rushed to get a towel and an ice bag and her fast steps noises made your temples throb a little.

"t-...thanks...babe-"

"no talking, you need to recover immediately."

she carefully wrapped the bag with a towel and placed it on your apparently-burning forehead.

when you managed to open your eyes again and not care anymore about your pupils burning, your girlfriend was already back with medicine.

"swallow it and drink, okay? now i'll prepare your lunch and bring it to bed."

"...b-baby..."

"yeah? you need anything?"

"can we...c-cuddle...after...lunch?"

a wide smile appeared on her face and you felt your body getting warm, but it was not fever.

"sure we can, lee." maren smiled one last time, messing with your curls in the way you loved.