#across the country from the desert to somewhere that's beautiful and green. my dad is so jealous of me lol its so so so pretty and theres s | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

impala-dreamer · 3 months

Text

Tourniquet - Chapter Ten (Finale)

Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

Please see MASTERLIST for full info/warnings/chapter links.

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist ~ Patreon ~ Published Works ~ Get A Custom Story

At First Sight

There was a field behind the junkyard, a wide-open space not yet overtaken by rusted car skeletons and twisted metal. The grass grew high above her head, and in the spring, bluebells and tiny purple flowers bloomed, peppering the space with joyful color.

She first saw him there, peeking at her through the tall grass. He was taller than the weeds, so much taller than she was; older too, by a few years, it seemed. But he was beautiful and she knew it.

She’d seen beautiful people in her nearly eight years on earth- her mother who had just died, and her younger sister who went with her. She’d seen mountains covered in autumn mist; country roads slicked with rain. She’d felt the sun in the desert; tracked a rainbow across the sky. There were so many pretty things in the world that she was just learning to appreciate, but she’d never seen something like him before.

She’d never seen green eyes that glowed golden in the sunlight, cheeks sparkled with freckles, hair a soft brown somewhere between straw and bark.

When he spoke, her cheeks heated up. When he grabbed her hand through the grass, her stomach flipped.

“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling her into a run through the brush.

“Y/N!” She laughed as he tugged her along, running so fast he nearly lifted her off her feet.

The sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud to be seen.

He looked back over his shoulder, face haloed by the June sun.

“I’m Dean,” he said with a smile.

They ran to the edge of the property, stopping short of where they weren’t allowed to go. There was a stream that hugged the line, a shallow creek, not more than ankle deep and wide enough for Dean to straddle with his bowed legs. He put one foot on either side and reached for her hand.

“Come on, it’s fun.”

Y/N hesitated, watching from the left bank.

“Daddy says I’m not to go past the water,” she explained, looking back toward the house. They were far enough away that the rickety roof wasn’t visible, but she knew the woods, she’d grown up running through Bobby’s legs, hiding in the car graveyard, lying in the warm grass.

Dean craned his neck to look around her. He shrugged. “Don’t see your dad anywhere.” Again, he reached for her and smiled. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Nervously, she took his hand and Dean helped her down into the riverbed. She toed off her grass-stained white Keds and chewed her lip.

“You sure you won’t get me in no trouble?”

He laughed sweetly and lifted a finger to his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die!” He placed an X on his thread-worn tee and she gave in.

Her toes skirted the water and Dean helped her step over it.

“You shouldn’t hope to die,” she warned. “The ghosts might hear and come get you.”

They hopped to the other side and perched on a big rock, just wide enough for two children to sit on together. Their shoulders bumped and Y/N’s stomach twisted up funny again.

“Ain’t no ghosts here,” he assured her. “My dad would know. He’s the best hunter there is.”

Y/N squinted up at him, unsure.

“Besides,” Dean went on, bending to pick up a pebble near his foot. “You think Bobby would let his place be haunted? Bobby knows everythin’ about everythin’. No way he’d let some nasty ghost bother us. You’re safe.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her fear. “You sure, Dean?”

He tossed the pebble into the stream and a ripple pulsed over the surface.

“I’m sure.” Dean threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “I’ll protect you. I promise.”

She didn’t know why, but she believed him. There was something about him that seemed magical, like he was a superhero or something. She sighed against him and put her head on his shoulder.

They sat and watched the water for a while. Now and then a leaf would float by, or a few tadpoles would appear. It was quiet and peaceful and the wind was warm.

When the daylight began to fade, they left the stream behind and stepped into the grass again. He held her hand and swatted away the weeds, making a path for them.

“Are you stayin’ up in the house?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was boring being alone even though she found things to do, but with her dad off on a job, it had been just her and Uncle Bobby for a few weeks.

“Yeah. Just a few days. Gonna head to Kentucky next.”

“I’ve never been there.”

Dean shrugged. “It’s OK.”

The grass gave way to gravel and Dean let her hand go once they could see the house in the distance.

“Have you been here a while?” he asked, sneakers kicking up dust as he shuffled beside her, hands jammed into his pockets.

She exhaled sadly and nodded. “Yeah. My mom just…and… and Jackie, my sister. They…”

Dean paused and turned, looking down at her and leaning on a broken Oldsmobile. “Mine too,” he said softly. “I mean, my mom- she uh- well, it was a long time ago.” He kicked at a stone and it rolled a few feet away.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiled gently. “It gets better after a while, ya know..”

Tears prickled her eyes, her bottom lip trembled. “Does it really?”

Dean looked away, pretending to count the row of cars to their right. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.”

An ache pulsed in her chest and she felt sorry for him, for both of them. She could see the tears in his eyes as surely as she felt her own, and she slipped her tiny hand in his, squeezing tight.

“We’ll be OK, Dean,” she said, trying her best to believe it. “You’ll see.”

Sniffling hard, he beat back the tears and took a breath.

“Hey, you smell that?”

Confused, she took a deep breath and her stomach growled loudly. “Burgers?”

He grinned. “Burgers!”

They ran through the junkyard, carefully maneuvering through the jagged steel and dodging each other as dusk settled over Sioux Falls.

She didn’t know why, but she felt like he was it. He was the thing that would keep her going, the friend she needed right then, get her through the pain and the confusion.

The boy with the green eyes.

Tourniquet Tags:

@prettyinplaid94 @winharry @muhahaha303 @cookiechipdough @ladysparkles78

2024 Forever Tags (Always Open! Send an Ask!)

@babysimpala @beardburnsupersoldiers @chenshemesh1 @cosicas-cuquis @deans-baby-momma @deanwinchesterswitch @feelmyroarrrr @foxyjwls007 @hobby27 @impalaspixie @jackles010378 @kazsrm67@k-slla @leigh70 @lyarr24 @nancymcl @peachy-vans @pizzagirlxnsfwx @rachiem4-blog @sexyvixen7 @the-wounded-healer05

#spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean x reader #dean/reader #tourniquet #series #angst #c10 #finale

30 notes · View notes

everythingharsh · 9 months

Text

10 mins ago, I woke to nap totally scared and disappointed.

Scared coz In my dream I almost got shot by an enemy nation's soilder.

And disappointed coz I woke up by my ringing phone and broke that awesome dream world.

So the dream:

******

Our family shifted to this new location,

which felt like sanhok from PUBG, or you may say forest from vietnam, very dense, green, full of tall plants, casting full shadow within forest during daytime, also dad goes to work in this desert like place which felt like that deserty area from GTA SanAndreas, somewhere near that oil rig, yeah so not so high hopes in my dream for architectural marvelling unlike that girl from inception,

ugh ugh so, in my dream just like my present, I'm living with my family in this forest type area and there next to our home is forest which actually share border to this enemy nation which somehow lacks fencing coz people both side hardly clash and live friendly, however heavy soilder deployment by enemy side and surprisingly lack of any force by our side!

So one day this news is broken that the enemy state tested a new weapon, sorry I can't explain which type of weapon was that, but news agency covered that the first tests took place across the border near my home, so me being me, slowly I got that spirit of arnold or vietnami soilders guirella tactics , and tried to spy on this enemy nation's newly created 'mujassama' or their beautiful creation,💣

surprisingly i successfully saw what they created, and was very proud on myself, returning to my home in full confidence, my heart skipped a fcking beat,I almost shat my pants

I HEARD THE BUSHES, I REPEAT I HEARD THE GODDAMN BUSHES MOVE, AND I WAS LIKE AINT NO WAY IM GONNA DIE LIKE THAT AMERICAN SOILDER IN VIETNAM BITCH😭😭

SOMEONES GONNA DROP ME IN THAT BOOBY TRAP BITCH, MY WHOLE BODY GONNA DROP BLOOD LIKE FOUNTAIN THAT TOM IN TOM AND JERRY BITCH SOMEONE GONNA POKE MY BALLS WITH THIS SHARP LONG STICK

So I was shit scared and running in this full speed like naruto dodging all these obstacles in vietnam, finally got an breath of relief as I got near my home, but all of sudden

I HEARD THOSE BUSHES MOVE AGAIN😭

Saw my mom nearby doing morning yoga, got near her and saw that soldiers shadow aiming pistol at me I screamed for help with my full capacity and my mom was scared too, turns out that enemy soldier is none other than

THAT ONE MOTHERFCUKER KID FROM MY VILLAGE PLAYING WITH THIS WATER PISTOL PRANKING ADULTS GIVING EM VIETNAM FLASHBACKS😭

I lost my huge smelly shit somewhere near those bushes, and was really angry on that kid.

God's grace upon me, and that kid is lucky too that I don't own a gun, otherwise may have drained my whole AR's magazine on that kid and escape to enemy nation bidding farewell to my family, who the faq expect future from this country if sons like these are raised and cultivated in this country anyway,

and ain't no way I'm gonna leave him now🔫

His age is somewhat 10-12 so grown up enough to get his ass spanked hot red

I am back in home screaming again in anger, told everything to my mom and she almost lost her cool too but calmed my down saying he's one of our relatives kid,yea I remember him, with that runny fcking nose,

BUT I GOT 0 COOL, I OPENED MY WINDOW AND CHALLENGED THAT KID FOR 1V1 TILL DEATH

Kids granny saw this too, I know her, a nice old lady, and she, actually was not surprised by my action as her DAUGHTER A WHORE too😭😭

And her expectations from his grandson are not so high😒

So I just bang'd open'd my door I ran to this kid, and daym,

CHANGE OF HEART

his nooosey👃 all runny 😭

I got sympathy

And adviced him not to do this again

And

MY PHONE IS Ringing

I WOKE UP DISAPPOINTED THAT IM UNABLE TO PROVIDED INTEL ABOUT THAT WEAPON TO MY STATE, GODDAMIT I HATE THAT WHORE AUNTS SON, FCUKING WASTED SOO MUCH OF MY PRECIOUS DREAM TIME I COULD HAVE SPENT WORKING ON MY AIM OF DEVELOPING A WEAPON WHICH WILL HELP MY STATE COMMIT HUGE GENOCIDE ON MY ENEMY STATE

******

Ufff... Thank God, this is rare i remember dream like that, my first time posting my dream, hope I do it again too.

0 notes

prussiumscribbles · 7 years

Note

for prompts, i always die for omegaverse usuk

Alfred couldn’t stay inside Arthur’s house any longer. He felt like he was sinking deeper and deeper into a bottomless ocean each second as a stream of people in black passed them on the hallway, patting their shoulders and expressing condolences. Beside him, Arthur was silently gazing at his mother who was being comforted by his Alpha brothers.

Alfred pressed his lips against Arthur’s ear and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

Arthur regarded him with those sad, wet eyes. A sharp knife slashed at Alfred’s heart.

“Let’s get out of this town,” insisted Alfred.

“I— I don’t think that’s a good idea right now,” replied Arthur, his voice weak. He opened his mouth again as the impulse to apologise overcame him. “I’m sorry, I—“

“It’s okay, I understand,” said Alfred, stroking the length of Arthur’s arms and hugging him tightly.

They said goodbye after a few hours, hardly exchanging any words.

At midnight, Alfred’s phone rang. He bolted upright to see who was calling him. Before he could say anything, he heard Arthur’s soft voice:

“Okay.”

“What?” asked Alfred, gripped with confusion. He sat wondering if he had muttered something subconsciously.

“Okay, let’s go,” replied Arthur.

Within a few minutes, they were driving along the Interstate on a rented car. They didn’t bother packing, only grabbing their phones, a bit of cash, and their credit cards before running out the door.

Excitement rushed through their veins. They were supposed to do a road trip after high school. They couldn’t stop talking about it for months, daydreaming about the things they could do and the places they could visit, just the two of them. Colorado Rockies, Las Vegas, Chicago! But it never happened because that was when Arthur’s dad started to get ill, so he had to stay and take care of him, while Alfred had to move out for college.

The two of them chatted to keep themselves awake. Arthur leaned against the window, staring longingly at the marvellous show of lights and cityscapes. It was before sunrise when he fell asleep. Alfred kept driving.

“Oh god, you’re horrible!” exclaimed Arthur, bending over and laughing to his heart’s content.

Sparks erupted under Alfred’s skin, reminding him how much he missed hearing Arthur’s laughter.

“Excuse me, you mean awesome,” replied Alfred, shimmying closer to him. Arthur always thought he was a terrible dancer, but it never failed to cheer him up.

“You big goofball!”

They stopped on the side of the road to stretch out a bit. They would have thought they were in the middle of nowhere if the GPS hadn’t told them they were somewhere in Colorado.

Arthur sat on the hood of the car, munching on his fries, while Alfred stretched out his stiff body. The sun was setting over the seemingly endless horizon, its rays painting the barren landscape with soft hues.

Arthur fished his phone out of his pocket to tell his mum he was alright. What most people knew about Arthur was he was rarely spontaneous. This was the closest thing he did to rebellion.

“Did you ever think about leaving town?” asked Alfred, taking a bite of his hotdog.

“Not really,” replied Arthur.

“But if you do have the chance, will you do it?”

Arthur shrugged. He never left the town they grew up in— after high school, he attended a community college and immediately started working at a small and quiet bakeshop, seemingly contented with everything in his life.

“I feel like I’ll drown if I stay,” continued Alfred.

“Alfred, it’s different for you,” said Arthur. “It’s easier for you to leave and take chances. You’re an Alpha, your family’s well-connected and—“

“I know,” said Alfred, having heard this privilege talk many times before, “but being an Omega doesn’t mean you have to stay where you were born for the rest of your life. You’ve always been living for somebody else—“

“My family needs me.”

“I realise that,” said Alfred, “And I honestly can’t think of anyone more loving and caring than you, but what about your own needs?”

Arthur said nothing.

Alfred gazed at the sky in response. They had never been in this part of the country before— there was so much left to explore. He studied the light that fell on Arthur’s pensive face, thinking about the times when he wished he was with him in university to share beautiful moments like this.

His heart ached with passion. He wanted Arthur to realise every good thing that he was missing because he chose to stay in their little town. Then, he felt disgust towards the strangers in their town who raised him only to bring him down, helping him internalise that he was an Omega, and nothing more.

“Have you ever thought about visiting other places? Meeting new people? Doing something else for a living?” asked Alfred. “I mean, god, Arthur, don’t you think maybe, just maybe, it’s time to live for yourself?”

Arthur squinted when he raised his voice.

Alfred immediately took his hand and squeezed it in silent apology.

“I’ll think about it.”

They took turns driving, never revisiting Alfred’s sudden outburst again. They stopped to buy clothes from a charity store, checked in a cheap motel for the night, and brushed their teeth with their fingers because they forgot to buy toothbrushes.

They drove for days, stopping only to stretch out or eat. Somewhere along the deserted road, the car broke down. It tested their patience— they were on the verge of arguing again as there was a storm coming and they were desperate to get a ride.

Frustrated, Arthur crossed his arms and kicked at stones. Alfred hailed the cars that passed them, hoping to get out of there soon. Fortunately, a young couple called Gilbert and Eliza gave them a lift. Soon enough, they were engaged in a conversation that brightened their mood. They were even nice enough to let them stay in their house until the storm was over and promised they’d help with the rental car.

“I’m sorry, the house is a mess right now,” said Eliza, looking sheepish. “Haven’t had much time to clean up while looking after the kids and running the business.”

Like Arthur, Eliza was an Omega. She and Gilbert, an Alpha, got married three years ago and were sharing two adorable kids. Personally, he thought she was doing a good job maintaining the house while fulfilling her other responsibilities.

“What kind of business are you running?” asked Alfred.

“An online fashion store,” said Eliza.

“Oh she’s on top of her game,” said Gilbert, scooping their son in his arms. “She’s earning more than me and that says a lot.”

Eliza blushed. “Omegas are thriving in these parts of the country, you know. We’re not just for bearing children anymore. They finally realised we’re worth more than that.”

After a hearty dinner, she handed them blankets. “As you can see, the house is a bit small. We’re sorry, you’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

“The couch is okay, really,” said Arthur. “Thank you very much.”

That night, he and Alfred slept spooning. Alfred couldn’t see Arthur’s face but he could tell he was wide awake, deep in thought. Arthur tugged at his arms and pulled him closer.

In two days, they had moved to the next city. They found Alfred’s friends, Mathias and Lukas, who were more than happy to let them stay at their place.

“They’re a bunch of hippies,” Alfred whispered to Arthur.

“How’s it going, Al?” asked Mathias, who didn’t hear him. “Biochemistry career doing well? I just got the license to wed people now, you know. Just wedded a couple last week in the garden—“

Alfred wasn’t kidding when he said they were a bunch of hippies. As the night approached, their enormous house was soon filled with their hippie friends. They drank, smoked, laughed, and played eccentric music. Their carefree attitude seemed to influence Alfred and Arthur. Somehow, they felt lighter and happier.

At around three in the morning, when a lot of the guests were passed out all over the house, the two of them spread a blanket and lay on the floor. Arms wrapped around Arthur, Alfred relished the quiet moment. He didn’t want to close his eyes, a little scared that the whole trip was a dream. He wished Arthur was still there when he opened his eyes the next morning…

This trip had made him see the world in new colours. He liked the connection he made with the people they met, sharing interests and opinions. He hoped Arthur felt the same too. He was never good at talking about his feelings, always putting other people’s feelings first.

He kissed Arthur’s cheek and lips and inhaled his scent. He ran his fingers across the Omega mark on Arthur’s forearm while Arthur traced the side of his face.

“Let’s get married,” whispered Arthur.

Alfred’s heart jolted out of his chest. He was stunned for a moment. Did he hear him right?

Arthur stared at him with his bright green eyes, expecting an answer.

Alfred sat up, his eyes were blurring with tears, his chest tight. He embraced Arthur and peppered his face with kisses. He didn’t want to let him go. “Okay, okay, okay…”

They called on Mathias and Lukas who immediately scavenged for suits and ties, and called everyone to the garden, announcing the celebration. Mathias found a plastic tiara and put it on his head to emphasise that he was the official minister of the ceremony.

Within the next few minutes, Alfred and Arthur stood opposite each other, both of them in a black suit and tie, and exchanged vows. After all was said and done, they kissed and hugged tighter than they ever had. People cheered and threw flowers petals.

Arthur squeezed Alfred tight, his eyes glistening with tears. He’d never been happier his whole life.

#tbh i’m not familiar with omegaverse au but i had fun writing this!!! i hope u like it #i didn’t know what you wanted so i kind of got carried away it got longer than expected i’m sorry if i messed up and if it took so long ;A;#usuk #ukus #libertea #omegaverse au #dennor #pruhun #inspired by ‘Sleep On The Floor’ by The Lumineers #if you guys don’t know them do yourself a favour and listen to them!!!!

70 notes · View notes

motherpsyduck · 7 years

Text

House Guest

Chapter 10: Sunshine in Vinewood

A shiny, black sedan pulls into the side of the country road. You hear a heavy door shut close by and look up from staring across the Alamo Sea. You turn to see Michael walking toward you. He gives you a brief wave and a short smile. You approach him. He’s wearing his grey suit and removes his aviators when he reaches you.

“Having fun?” Michael remarks as he glances at the stones in your palm. You toss them to the ground and shrug.

“Just passing the time, thanks for coming to pick me up by the way. I would’ve got a cab.” You say sheepishly.

“Cabs are expensive, anyway I don’t mind. C’mon. You don’t wanna be late for your official first day.” Michael ushers you to the car and you slide into the passenger side. You watch as Michael gets in next to you and starts up the car. The rock radio station begins playing and you apply your seatbelt enjoying the music.

You rest your cheek on your hand as your arm’s propped up against the passenger door. You watch the beautiful scenery of the desert slip away as Michael guides the car onto the freeway.

“What did you think of the redneck country?” Michael pipes up, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn to him and sigh.

“It was nice while it lasted.” You admit.

“Really?” Michael laughs. “I guess the scenery isn’t half bad but the rest of it? There’s nothing fucking out here Y/N!”

“I liked it. It was calming; don’t get me wrong, the city is great too. It’s just nice to see some of the country too though.”

“You can’t expect me to believe you came all the way out here, to the fucking desert, for the scenery.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask annoyed.

“C’mon baby! I know you weren’t out here for the view.” Your eyes could burn holes into the side of Michael’s face. He keeps his eyes on the road trying to find the best way to battle the traffic.

“How the fuck would you know? You weren’t there.” You’re offended. How can he make assumptions? The assumptions were right on the money, but still, Michael hardly knows you.

“I saw the way Trevor looked at you when he met you. I just hope he didn’t force himself on you.” Michael was dancing around the suggestion that he knew you slept with Trevor.

“He didn’t! I wouldn’t let him, or anyone for that matter, and anyway, what the fuck has it got to do with you?” Your cheeks are beginning to burn with slight embarrassment and fury.

“Nothing. I just know what he’s like that’s all. He’s a fucking psycho.” Michael stated the obvious.

“I know!” You hate being lectured, especially by someone you barely knew. The car you sat in snailed along in the traffic on the freeway, and Michael was able to face you now without the danger of distracting himself and crashing the car.

“You knew that? And you still... y’know” Michael’s baby blue eyes were piercing you with his disappointed dad frown.

“I slept with him, yes, it’s not that hard to say Michael. I’m a big girl. I can make my own decisions.”

“...Mistakes.” Michael said under his breath. You heard him. He sighed as he grew agitated at the traffic that was inching only slightly forward.

“I’ll be the judge of that!” You said sternly and watched as Michael clenched his sharp jaw. Why does he give a damn?

After a painful thirty minutes or so of being stuck in Los Santos traffic with Michael, you finally arrive at the De Santa’s residence. Once Michael removes the keys from the ignition, you quickly emerge from the car and march inside to shower, dress yourself in a change of clothes and grab your rucksack full of your stuff for class. You’re making your way down the staircase and pull your phone from your pocket and text Tracey:

“Hey Trace. I’m home. About to head to class, you going today?” You walk out the front door in a huff and seconds after you hit send, you bump into Jimmy who was walking up to the house from the driveway.

“Woah! Sorry Y/N.” Jimmy brushed his hand accidentally across your bust in the scuffle. He wasn’t looking where he was going either. “I did not mean to...” Jimmy was pointing awkwardly at your bust and trying not to look directly at it.

“Christ! What is with the De Santa men today?!” You spit through your teeth, taking your frustration out on Jimmy. Jimmy just looks at you with his wide, grey eyes, surprised at your outburst and also deeply saddened he’s offended you.

“Sorry, Jimmy. It’s fine, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You say with a laugh to reassure him you believe it was a complete accident. Jimmy’s face softens with your more relaxed attitude.

“It’s cool yo.” Jimmy smiles warmly at you accepting the apology. “You... uh finally heading to class then?” Jimmy studies your backpack.

“Yeah, I thought: may as well, while I’m here.” You joke. Jimmy makes a short laugh.

“So where’ve you been? You were gone most of the night again.” Jimmy was curious and a little concerned.

“I.. uh went exploring.” You nodded to try and seem honest. It wasn’t the full truth but it wasn’t a lie either.

“All night? Where?”

“The desert.”

“... Were you with my Uncle Trevor?”

“So what if I was?” You say defensively.

“Hey,” Jimmy raised his palms as he walked around you to the porch. “I ain’t judging. You do you boo.” Jimmy pointed his index fingers up to you before turning around to enter his home. You shake your head and laugh at the strange encounter and feel a buzzing from your pocket. It’s a reply from Tracey:

“Hey! Y/N where’ve you been?? Yeah I’m going today. Wanna meet up somewhere first? I’m dying for a skinny latte! Do you know where Bean Machine is? It’s not far from the house. I’ll meet you there!”

You open your map application on your phone and type in ‘Bean Machine Rockford Hills’. It’s a very short walk from the De Santa house and takes all of five minutes.

You take a seat at an empty table outside of the Bean Machine cafe and scroll through your social media. You didn’t expect Tracey to be on time anyway, but fifteen minutes go by and you’re starting to get annoyed. You sip at your beverage and continue to wait for Tracey to show. You’re fed up of looking at the screen in your hand and instead shove it into your pocket to start people watching. You lean back in the chair and bask in the sunbeams that warm your skin. You relax your shoulders into the seat and face your head up to the sky to soak in the heat. Your attention is soon drawn on the road to your right from the roar of a muscle car. You recognise a long, white car park itself outside the Bean Machine and watch as the driver emerges. Sure enough it’s Franklin, you’d recognise that brooding face anywhere. He’s wearing a green backwards cap, a grey zip up hoodie with a black t-shirt underneath, some basketball shorts and bright white sneakers. You catch his eye as he walks up to the coffee shop and he stops to greet you.

“Hey, Y/N init?” Franklin smiles as he approaches your table.

“Yeah.” You smile up at him. “How’s it going Franklin?”

“Good, y’know. Survivin’. How’s Trace doin’?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s meeting me here.” You check your clock on your smartphone. “Well, she was supposed to be here by now, but it’s Tracey so...” You shrug.

“Yeah I know what you mean dog.” Franklin laughs. “Imma gon’ get me a coffee, you want something?”

“No thanks. I’m set.” You hold your fairly full to-go cup up to Franklin. He nods and pulls the glass door to the establishment to go inside. You wait for Franklin to return and receive another text from Tracey:

“Soo sorry Y/N! I’m gonna be late, order me a skinny latte? Thanks *kiss face emoji*”

You sigh and roll your eyes, then stand, pull your backpack on your shoulder and join the small queue inside the coffee shop. The place was well lit and smelled strongly and unsurprisingly of coffee beans. The glass display cases that held snacks of cookies, muffins and slices of cake were almost nonexistent from how buffed and clean they were. Long brass ceiling lights hung down above small couches that huddled around dark wooden coffee tables. Clinking noises of cups from the staff clearing tables and stirring of spoons can be heard throughout. Franklin turns as he notices you lining up behind him. His cologne was strong but pleasant.

“Thought you said you was cool?” He said over his muscular shoulder.

“I was. Tracey asked me to order for her.” You wave your phone in your hand to Franklin and sigh with annoyance.

“I’ll get it. What she havin’?”

“You sure?” You reposition your backpack on your shoulder sheepishly.

“Yeah, I’m here in line ain’t I? No point in the both of us waitin’.”

“Ok, thanks Frank. She said she wanted a skinny latte.”

“A’ight.” Franklin nods and smiles and you reciprocate the gesture then return to your table outside. You sip at your drink for a few minutes then Franklin pulls up a chair and joins you. He places his glass cup of tea and Tracey’s to-go cup on the wooden table. You watch as Franklin takes a mouthful from the glass teacup. He notices you staring at him.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?” Franklin asks after swallowing.

“Nothing, I just didn’t take you for the tea drinking type.” You say intrigued. It was cute seeing a small teacup in Franklin’s large hands.

“Whatever man.” Franklin shrugs off your words and continues to enjoy his tea. You smile at him then watch passersby’s with Franklin in silence for a few minutes.

“Yo neck still ain’t healed.” You suddenly become self conscious. Your hands grab and rub your neck.

“What?” You’re confused as to what Franklin was referring to.

“Either you been fallin’ on yo neck a bunch of times, or I’m thinkin’ those are from someone’s mouth.” Franklin pointed at several spots on your neck and your face warms up. Trevor’s love bites must have began to show up on your skin. He takes another glug of his cup of tea watching your fondle your neck. Franklin’s teacup is placed back down as he leans in on his elbows on the table. “Daym girl. You’re new to LS and after like-three days, you been gettin' some? Respect. You ain’t waitin’ around for no one huh?”

“Oh god! Are they really noticeable?” You feel around for the areas on your neck and try to see them in your reflection in your phone screen.

“Nah man. I’m just playin’.” Franklin watched with a half smile as he took another sip of his tea. “... So that night you helped me and Lamar with them Ballas, I take it that weren’t no bruise from a fall neither?”

“No.” You didn’t really want to elaborate. You opened your front facing camera on your phone to try and see the purple marks on your skin. Franklin’s face dropped as he noticed your one word answer.

“Did Trevor... jump you?” Franklin’s expression was sympathetic as he expected the worst. You lowered your phone and made eye contact with Franklin’s glistening brown eyes.

“No, I told him to.”

“You told T to give you that on yo neck? So you into freaky dudes like Trevor?” Franklin smiles as he learns more about you. He had his first impressions of you too.

“That night, I told Trevor to act like we were doing stuff up against the wall next to where the Ballas deal was going down. We were just about to get caught and that’s the first thing I could think of to look inconspicuous.” You fold your arms on the table in front of you.

“What kind of stuff?” Franklin flirted as he took another sip of his tea. You watched him bring it to his thick lips. The golden liquid sparkled in the sunshine as it splashed in the cup. Your grin pulled up on one side of your mouth and your gaze was now fixed on the table as you thumbed at your phone.

“Hmm, where is Tracey?” You mumble to yourself to try and change the subject. Franklin is aware you’ve avoided his question because you’ve gone shy and decides not to keep going. Your cheeks flush red as you try not to look him in the eye.

“Girl’s latte is getting cold.” Franklin adds. You nod at him and then your eyes are back to watching people rushing and speaking on their phones as they pass the Bean Machine. After a few minutes of sitting in relaxed silence, Tracey pulls up in her orange Weeny Issi. The two of you are startled slightly by her excessive use of her car horn.

“Hey! Y/N you ready?” Tracey waves from her convertible. It’s such a warm and beautiful day that she has an excuse to drive with the roof down.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec Trace!” You try to shout over her blearing music from her car radio.

“Hurry up! We’re super late!”

“And whose fault is that?” You spit back with some frustration as you stand. Franklin does a small laugh from your last comment and finishes his cup of tea. He begins to leave too and walks you to Tracey’s car.

“Bye Franklin. Thanks for getting her coffee.” You hold Tracey’s coffee cup up to him then you leave Franklin’s side.

“It’s cool, see ya Y/N.” Franklin replies with a kind smile, then he inhales through his nose as he spots Tracey; he’s readying himself for her overwhelming energy. Tracey removes her sunglasses so they sit on the top of her head and turns her radio down so you don’t have to scream at each other over the music.

“Oh my gosh! Franklin? Hey! What are you up to tonight?” You’re close enough to pass Tracey her now lukewarm latte. She accepts it then proceeds to ignore you and focuses on Franklin.

“I got plans tonight Trace.” Franklin lies; he doesn’t want a repeat of their last date and decides to keep his distance from Tracey. You walk around to the passenger side of the car with what’s left of your coffee in your hand. You dump your backpack into the backseat and sit next to Tracey in the front passenger seat.

“That’s fine; I’ve got plans too... Me and Y/N and some others are going out to a club, just thought you’d wanna join us.”

“We are?” You ask Tracey not knowing anything about the event she mentioned.

“Nah I’m good. Have fun!” Franklin says with a smirk aimed at you. You shrug your shoulders and make a ‘I don’t know’ expression with your face. Tracey gives Franklin a wave goodbye with her coffee in her hand as she pulls away from the curb.

You wave to Franklin as Tracey speeds off. She turns her car radio up again at a deafening volume. You watch in the wing mirror as Franklin raises his hand to casually give one flick from his wrist to wave. Once you and Tracey are out of sight Franklin leaves too.

Class drags on and you find yourself sitting there waiting for the time to be up so you can leave and enjoy the sunshine. You try to listen to the Professor but all you can focus on is Tracey’s tapping noise from texting beside you. You glance at her screen to see if she was maybe making notes in her phone of the class, nope, she wasn’t. Her thumbs flicked across the screen texting multiple contacts at once. You assume she’s trying to arrange the outing for tonight that she mentioned to Franklin earlier.

“Hey Trace” You whisper over to Tracey sat next to you. “What we doing after class?” You were about to suggest exploring the city or maybe heading to the beach.

“Dad’s asked me to pick some lunch up for him and drop it off at his work. You can come with if you like.” Tracey whispers back. You see a couple students turn their heads at the two of you and give you a look to say shut the fuck up.

“Cool. Where’s that?”

“It’s the movie studio; it’s not far from the Pier.”

“Oh yeah, you’re Dad is a big shot, Vinewood producer.” You chuckle softly at your inside joke.

“Yah... he loves his movies.” Tracey added looking over to you with squinted eyes not understanding what you found so funny. She pockets her phone and closes the lid to her laptop and begins to stand. You give a glimpse around the room and notice all the other students are packing up their stuff to leave too. You didn’t even notice class was over. What did I learn today? You happily lift your backpack from between your feet and pack your notepad, pencil case and text books into your bag then secure the zip. You managed to jot down a few notes during the lesson but were mostly distracted and daydreaming about exploring more of what Los Santos has to offer.

You follow close behind Tracey as she descends the stairs of the lecture hall and the two of you spill out into the corridor with the rest of the students. You separate yourselves from the others and walk together to her car she’s parked across the street from the campus. You dump your backpack in the boot of her Weeny convertible then slide yourself into the passenger seat and quickly turn off the radio before Tracey sits inside too.

After picking up a sub sandwich personally requested by Michael and a late lunch for yourselves, Tracey drives you to the movie studio in Backlot City. She finds a space in the lot near some stairs to a building and the both of you exit the car. Tracey expects you to keep walking with her to the entrance but you can’t help but take in the place. You’re stood on an actual movie set. This is so cool! You watch a few people wearing headsets dart pass with scripts in their hands and some of them scurry towards small domed trailers. You spot an actor in a costume in the distance and try to focus on it to identify what it was he was dressed as. Is that an alien?

“Y/N, c’mon! I don’t wanna be here all day!” Tracey whined. You sigh and jog towards her. You catch up with Tracey as she leads you up the stairs and inside the building to the offices.

Tracey stops at a door with a metal name plate. It reads “M. De Santa”. You stand by her side as she knocks before opening the door. As you enter you study the interior of Michael’s office. It’s a decent size. The floor is a dark, stained wood and matching half the surrounding walls. Above the wood panelling on the walls, the wallpaper is a dull cream making the emerald green rug on the floor pop. You spot a tall producer’s chair in the far corner of the room near the windows covered in coffee coloured, venetian blinds. Your eyes find Michael; he’s typing away on his laptop behind his large desk and a framed poster of the movie Meltdown hung behind him on the wall, as well as a few other posters of assumedly Michael’s favourite movies. Michael stands when he hears Tracey’s voice and you enter the room shortly after her.

“Hey Dad, we brought your lunch you wanted.” Tracey approached Michael as he made his way around from the heavy looking, antique desk. She placed the sub sandwich on Michael’s desk and embraced him.

“Hey Trace! Thanks.” Michael kissed Tracey on her head as she held him. As he pulled away he made eye contact with you and you smiled politely at him. “How was class?” Michael asked the two of you but kept his blue eyes on you.

“It was fine Dad. Can we go now?”

“What? You don’t want a tour of the place?” Michael laughed.

“Dad, unless you have some hot new actors, we don’t want to see some boring old movie set.” Tracey declined. You watch Michael roll his eyes at her.

“Speak for yourself!” You laugh and admit a bit too loudly. Tracey gives you a fierce frown and Michael beams with delight from behind her. You’re forced to continue.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind looking around. I’ve never been on a movie set...” You say quieter than before.

“Fine. I’ve seen it before anyway. I’ll be at home.” You stumble to one side so Tracey doesn’t walk into you, as she’s tapping her phone and doesn’t watch where she’s walking. You watch as she closes the door behind her harshly. You turn back to Michael showing your teeth in an awkward expression at Tracey’s attitude and tap at the sides of your legs to fill the harsh silence. Michael just watches you and waits for you to speak.

“Do you have the time to give tours? Being a Vinewood producer and stuff?” You finally ask.

“Not really, but Solomon won’t mind.” Michael leans on his desk behind him and starts to remove the wrapping on his sandwich.

“Are you sure? I can catch up with Tracey, I don’t want to get you in trouble with your boss.”

“Y/N it’s fine I-” Michael is interrupted from his door opening and in steps an older man with white receding hair and wearing a suit with a loose tie around his neck.

“Oh, excuse me. Sorry Michael, I didn’t know you were busy.” You lock eyes with this man and give him a polite smile.

“It’s ok Solomon, this is Y/N she’s a-” Michael begins introducing you but is quickly cut off.

“-a beauty, I’ll tell you that much!” Solomon reaches his hand out to shake yours. You politely accept and grasp at his handshake at him. “So what you doing here sweetheart? Come to audition?” Solomon’s rough hand let’s go of yours.

“Uh, no.” You blush and give him an uncomfortable smile. “I’m just here to see Michael.”

“Oh.... OH I see.” Solomon flashes Michael a small, half smile then looks you up and down. “I’ll leave you to it then.” The older man leaves Michael’s office and turns back for a second to tap the side of his nose with his index finger. Then he closes the door behind him.

You’re still wearing your frown and are confused by the interaction so purse your lips as if you’re about to say something but can’t find any words. You turn to Michael for an explanation and he just shrugs and chuckles with a shake of his head. You have a feeling Michael knew what Solomon was implying because you knew what Solomon was implying; he assumed you were visiting Michael without his wife knowing, in other words an affair. So, then why didn’t Michael interject at the assumption?

“So you still want that tour?” asks pointing his sandwich in his hand to the door. You watch Michael grab his suit jacket that was hanging off his chair behind his desk and hold it over his shoulder with his middle and index finger. That little interaction with Solomon massaged his ego real good. You watch him as he walked by you and open the door to his office again. He smells so clean and his aftershave lingers in your nose. He takes a bite off the end of his fat sub sandwich and motions with a jerk from his head that the tour of the movie set is about to start. You do as you’re told and follow him out the door. Michael will be your close, personal tour guide.

- [<-CH9] [CH11->] [<-CH1]

73 notes · View notes