#scrap yard

London boys from a council estate use an old bus in a junkyard as a playground. Mid-Twentieth century.

Dean Forester x Fem! Reader, cursing, strangers to friends, jealousy, mentions of past relationships, sad Dean, mentions of y/n, Dean crying, and reader holding him and comforting him.

Summary: You're new in town and you take a walk while it's dark, and a loud noise from the scrap yard makes you meet a really tall, sad boy.

Main & Next

a/n: So this might not make any sense because it's me writing this, but I love Dean so much, and I feel like he just needs to cry to someone who will listen.

y/n = Your name

You and your family have only lived in Stars Hollow for three days, and you already hate the town. The people were too happy at 7 am, the teachers at the high school sucked at teaching, and the library had no good books. So when the town was quiet past 8 pm, you walked around the town in your own thoughts, as your shoes crunched on the snow on the sidewalk.

You've met too many people today, like way too many, some guy named Jess who talked too much and liked his hair way to much, some girl named Lane who kept talking about her best friend and a lot of other people who you forgot the names of but you just wanted some quietness.

But that was quickly interrupted as you passed the scrap yard, and a loud sound of something hitting metal made you stop in your tracks. You slowly turned around and walked towards the scrap yard, and you heard the sound of a shoe hitting something just around the corner.

You wanted to walk away, but you were too interested because what if it was an animal like a raccoon or something like that, but as you were about to round the corner, something or someone made you stop and pause. "For fuck sakes!" You heard a male voice.

"Oh hell no," You mutter to yourself, not wanting to meet another person from this too-happy town, but then you hear sniffling and you sigh and you round the corner, thinking it's just some kid who curses, but instead you see a very tall guy with brown floppy hair kicking the side of a pale blue car.

"Fucking car," The guy mutters as he sniffles again and kicks it. "You're gonna wake up the whole town, asshole!" You whisper-yell at the tall boy, and he spins around so fast, and his arms fly up like he's going to punch you, and you immediately hold up your hands "Cill dude" You say as you look up at the boy who sighs and runs a hand threw his hair.

"Don't do that, people!" The guy whispers and yells at you, and you whisper back, "Well, don't be kicking a car at 8 at night!" and he whispers back, "Well, don't sneak up on people!" and you look up at him, "Why the fuck are we whispering?!" You whisper yell, asking him, and he shrugs, "The suck should I know? You snuck up on me!" He whispers back.

"What's your name?" The boy asks you not to whisper this time, and you look up at him, your eyes narrowing like you're inspecting him."Y/N" You say as you keep eyeing him. "Well, Y/N, I'm Dean, and can you please tell me why you are eyeing me like I'm a stalker or something?"

You eye the boy named Dean, and you roll your eyes. "Well, I don't know if you aren't a stalker or something else now, do I?" You ask him as you look up at him, and you look past him at the car behind him, which is totaled and he notices you looking and steps aside a bit.

"I promise I'm not a stalker or something," He says as he looks down at you, and you look up at him for a split second, saying, "Well, I don't know anything about you, so how can I trust your promises?" You ask, and Dean just shrugs, and you roll your eyes and look at the car. "What happened to the car?" You ask him, and he sighs, looking at the vehicle.

"The girl I built it for, let this other guy drive it, and he drove it into a park bench." He says, and he kicks the car again out of anger, "Well, shit that sucks." You say this as you shrug and frown, and he looks at you. You look up at him, and you see the look on his face. "What!? I'm just saying!" You say as you look up at him, holding your hands up in defense.

"Yeah, it does suck because that girl was the girl I love or loved or whatever, I don't even know anymore," He says, and you can clearly see he's heartbroken and you sigh, holding out your arms, and he looks at you, confused and you frown sighing, "Do you not know what an hug is?" You ask, and he looks at you like you're stupid. "I just met you, I'm not hugging you, for all I know you could be a stalker or something." He says, looking down at you, and you scoff slightly, "I am way too pretty to be a stalker, I would be the one getting stalked."

"Sure, whatever you say," He says, and you gasp slightly, giving him a look, and he chuckles slightly, and you hit his chest with your hand, "Rude!" You squeal as he chuckles and catches your hand, and holds it slightly. "Your hands are cold," He says, and you pull away your hand from him. "No shit, Sherlock, it's winter." You mutter as you look up at him and he looks at the car and you frown.

"Rebuild the car and give it to someone else," You say, and he sighs, "It's not easy just giving a car away, I mean, who would just take a car from someone?" He says as he walks to the car, touching his hand on the hood. "Me the fuck? I'd jump at the chance of getting a free car from someone," You say as you eye the car.

"I feel like you would be the first one to die in a horror movie." He says as bluntly as possible, and you scoff, "I'm not that stupid!" You squeal at him and he chuckles and he looks at the car and sniffles a bit and he wipes his eyes and you frown.

"Hey, come here." You say as you look up at him, and you walk closer to him, and he looks down at you, and he's hesitant, and he sees you holding out your arms, and he just follows apart into your arms, and you can only hold him and tell him it will get better.

It had been at least 10 minutes of him crying into your chest, and you were just holding him, telling him things would get better, and he believed you for some reason; he didn't know if it was just what he needed to hear or if it was your sweet voice saying it while holding him.

When he finally pulled away and wiped his eyes, looking down at you, the words spilled out of his mouth, "Thank you." The words fell quietly, like he couldn't say them, and they were forced, but his face just told you they weren't forced, and they meant them actually, and you nod as you look up as him as he wipes his eyes and gives you a half smile.

"You never have to keep it in, you know, when you keep it all bottled up, it always comes out the wrong way instead of the right way." You say as you look up at him and he just nods slightly and looks down at you.

"You should get home, it's getting pretty late." He says as he looks at his watch, and you nod slightly, "You should get him too." You say, and he nods slightly, and you both walk to the scrap yard gate and you look up at him and he looks down at you and you put out your hand for him to shake. "Friends?" You ask looking up at him smiling.

He nods slightly, shaking your hand as he says, "Friends," and he releases your hand and pulls away, "Goodnight y/n," He says as he takes a step backwards, and you smile, doing the same. "Goodnight, Dean."

You both turn away from each other and walk your separate ways, you both kept looking back at each other, smiling. Dean kept smiling because he found someone when he needed someone the most. You kept smiling because moving to this town gave you one good thing to look forward to every day.

And it all started at the scrap yard.

"James May's Crosley" or "A Fine Car" painting by me. ♥︎

To start the new month of May (it's also my surname hehe) I've got something special for you. Another painting for my friend Zach, who's not only the owner of Jeremy Clarkson's Mitsuoka Le Seyde. With a little help from the Smallest Cog and me he was also able to purchase James's awful Crosley! ^◡^

Three prints of my painting are currently in production, this time measuring 60cm by 75cm. As last time, one's for my mate Zach, one he will give to James in person and the last one I keep for myself. *✦.

This painting took me three months to finish (I don't have much spare time to draw!), I wanted to come up with a funny idea to represent the Crosley as one of the worst vehicles to drive in a Grand Tour special - while still trying to draw a likeable portrait of James! ♡ So I decided to draw a scrap yard full of bad Grand Tour cars. Can you spot them all? Also the yellow number plate comes from the back-up car from Eurocrash, my friend found it at the backseat when he was cleaning the Crosley! So I had to draw it too. The other one was my idea...

I hope you like it! I don't have a big size download yet, but I will repost when I have one.

Close up screenshots, so you can spot some details:

and some "work in progress" photos I've saved while working on that picture:

[Video ID: footage of a dump site in the woods littered with things like wooden planks, metal sheets, old tires and benches. End ID.]

I went exploring in the woods and found a dump site! It's definitely a "wear gloves when doing quads" and "wear clothes you don't mind getting burrs in" hangout spot, but it's so cool!

I even made a fort!

[ID: Two images from different angles of a fort made by placing large wooden planks below and above a half-fallen tree to make a roof and floor. An old bench has been dragged into the fort for a place to sit. End ID.]

I explored a bit more and found these two bones to take home. Any idea what animal they're from?

[ID: Two bones from a large animal. One looks like a leg bone while the other is probably a shoulder blade or maybe half of a small pelvis. End ID.]