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Sure! I don’t do much here, so I super appreciate the tag! (It’s fun to see how everyone else leans) found family or soulmates || slow burn or established but complicated || enemies-to-friends-to-lovers or best friends-to-lovers || love at first sight or get back together || morally grey character or unreliable narrator || sunshine character or sarcastic character (both are good, don’t make me choose)|| self-sacrificing or teamwork || fire-forged friends or childhood friends || description-heavy or dialogue-heavy || fluff or angst || high school au or college au || flower symbolism or color symbolism || hero from the start or reveal the hero near the end || body swap or gender swap || bed sharing or clothes sharing || magic au or human au || de-aged or future fic (I don’t really know many people here, so no tagging. But if anyone wants to add on, git on it!)

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thank you to @elcorhamletlive for tagging me! 

found family or soulmates || slow burn or established but complicated || enemies-to-friends-to-lovers or best friends-to-lovers || love at first sight or get back together || morally grey character or unreliable narrator || sunshine character or sarcastic character || self-sacrificing or teamwork || fire-forged friends or childhood friends || description-heavy or dialogue-heavy || fluff or angst || high school au or college au || flower symbolism or color symbolism || hero from the start or reveal the hero near the end || body swap or gender swap || bed sharing or clothes sharing || magic au or human au || de-aged or future fic

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Home Alone-ish

And so it begins! Just setting up the scenario, but looks to be “Quarantine Weight” meets “Summer Fling”. I’m sure it’ll get meatier as it goes on. J2, SPN RPF, PG (so far). Hope I can keep this rolling! I have so much cute in mind.  (Also crossposting to Dreamwidth, and if I actually finish, I’ll put it all on AO3.)

This is just goddamned unfair.

It's a glorious, early summer day. A cloudlessly blue sky is hanging over Jensen's backyard, the hummingbirds are dodging around the feeder by the window, and he's stuck in his home office, working on the designs for some cattle baron's third vacation home. He knows he's lucky to have a job at all, honestly, but there are a few extenuating circumstances that are making it distinctly unfun to be slumped at his desk, chewing on a pen and staring balefully out the window.

Of course there's the coronavirus, so he can't do much of anything else. Shopping on-line has lost its dazzle. He hasn't been able to get to the gym and he hates his treadmill with every beat of his heart, so he's managed to put on the COVID-19 nineteen, most of which has settled around his now-pudgy midway.

And then there's Jared.

A year and a half ago, Jensen had purchased this old farmhouse for a song, and has steadfastly been renovating the interior ever since. It was a hot mess and slow going, but it's finally starting to look like a home instead of a musty-smelling Jenga of amateur additions—none of which were up to code—tacked on to the solid central bones of a 1909 Craftsman bungalow. Once the house proper was well underway, he had turned his attentions to the ten acres of rolling prairie he'd bought with it. Jensen isn't a landscape architect, not by a long shot, and he wanted his property to be as special as the house. He pawed through his company's virtual Rolodex until landing on Padalecki Landscaping. More importantly, on a picture of the owner's son, Jared.

Ragamuffin hair, Hollywood smile, shoulders wide enough to block out the sun. All things being equal, why not hire someone easy on the eyes? And, as it turned out, someone with the gravitational pull of a planet full of charisma. From the jump, Jensen felt the tingle of chemistry between them in all the right places. He'd already decided to ask Jared out, just as soon as their working relationship was wrapped up, when the pandemic hit. Goddamned social distancing. So entirely unfair.

Despite Zoom meetings and video calls and on-line game nights with his best friends, Jensen is lonely.

He sighs and pushes away from his desk, wandering to the kitchen to glare inside the 'fridge for a solid minute before grabbing a Coke. He shouldn't snack, he really shouldn't, but he snags a bag of chips anyways. He's feeling pitiful and self-indulgent.

Even though it's after noon, he hasn't changed out of his sleep pants. He's not altogether sure his jeans would fit right now anyways, so why bother. He's scratching his belly and absently considering the merits of adding butcherblock countertops when Jared's pickup rumbles across the horizon, the bed of the truck full of apple trees for the orchard. He watches as Jared parks, clambers out of the cab—all endless legs and sweaty shirt sticking to his back—and begins hauling the saplings to the ground. Even from this distance, Jensen can see the muscles working in Jared's arms, a slice of tanned skin when he bends over. Jensen is halfway through the bag of chips when he realizes he's not just lonely, but a fair amount of horny too...

Cabin Feeder

(Ha ha, see what I did there? So, I’m going to try to do a couple fills for @get-beached! this year. Already missed the first one, but snuck in, just in time, for an Original S’more. ~600 words, setting up the scenario. Sam, Dean, and an occasional cameo from Cas, so far, but we’ll see how it goes. Dean will be the one getting his chunk on. Prompt: too much of a good thing)

Also on AO3

PART ONE...

They'd been at the cabin all of a week, and Dean was already getting antsy.

“It's too quiet.”

“There are bugs, Sam. BUGS.”

“All this fresh air. It can't be good for a man. Please.”

“Does this look like poison ivy? I swear it's poison ivy ...”

Sam savored the quiet and the bugs and the relaxation, seeing deer when he went for his morning runs and watching the hawks drift on lazy currents overhead, but Dean seemed to need to be actively entertained. The only thing that shut him up was food, which, fortunately, was at least marginally rewarding to round up.  They could be actual, boring, civilian hunters for five hot minutes. And Dean, to Sam's surprise, was a damned good fisherman. Especially with a cooler full of beer.

So tonight, they were feasting on bass. And a batch of southern biscuits, and green beans Sam picked up from a roadside stand. Throw in more beer, as a food group? Dean was happy as a pig in mud.

Cas dropped by—like, literally, dropped in out of thin air—for a casual visit, and they were all gathered around the old table, sharing dinner. Even though Cas didn't have to eat, he said he enjoyed the green beans, however Sam noted Cas was oddly mindful of the fish, almost moony-eyed looking at the creatures in the frying pan. But Dean was chowing down like it was his new-found career.

The dinner was good, no question. And before long, Dean had dropped his fork to recline back in the chair, rubbing his over-full belly. It didn't bother him one bit to unfasten his belt and top button, much to Sam's amusement.

“Man, Sam. That was ...” Dean stifled a burp, “… I didn't know you could cook. Like, I know you do salads and, I dunno, granola and soy garden quinoa pucks or whatever, but man. Those biscuits? I swear, if I had room I'd eat ten more.”

“As you wish,” Cas said casually, and reached over to touch a single finger to Dean's midsection, right were his stomach was starting to press against his t-shirt in a noticeable bump. At first, Dean looked distinctly baffled, and Sam arched a brow himself, but then Dean grinned almost lecherously. At the biscuits. He chuckled and sat up and plopped another three on his plate, and began smothering them in butter and honey.

Sam gawked. “I thought—”

Dean rubbed his hands together and picked up his fork again, with a twirl. “Hey, I just had to let things settle a minute. Move down the ol' chute.”

“TMI, dude.”

“Actually,” Castiel butted in, “I relaxed your stomach and allowed for more … expansion and digestion. Eased the discomfort. You're welcome.”

“No shit? Well that's awesome!” Dean dug in merrily, and Sam had a thought.

If he kept Dean busy, with cooking and eating and napping and all the excellent things they well and truly deserved, maybe, just maybe, they could stay here for more than the summer. They weren't all that far from a decent sized town (it had a small college in it too), they had surprisingly good wifi, and the view of the lake from the back porch was amazing. There was even an unattached garage where they could stash the Impala, between the kayaks and fishing rods.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of their retirement. Sam let himself indulge in the idea, and figured he'd have to see how the summer shaped up. Dean might learn to love it here.

...to be continued...

Cabin Feeder: chapter 3

Dean makes a big decision for the both of them, regarding retirement. And there were pies. A couple days late a dollar short, here’s the final chapter for my @get-beached lake vacation! I did half-assedly try to “Cram It in”, so I touched on these prompts in this chapter: sitting by the campfire, s’mores or weenie roast, soaking up the sun, too much of a good thing (again, lol) and finally, an eating contest. 5744 words, posted on AO3

Bottoms up!

Dean has a heavy dream. A really heavy dream. (Okay, dumb title, dumb fic. All ridiculous id, written for a tumblr prompt, and touching on stuff that's a leeeeetle fringe? It's pretend, whatever it is. It's just feederism fantasy. And I missed writing Dean and Lisa. Mind the tags.)

How the event is going to run:

Similar to how last year’s even ran, we will be having mini-challenges every week of the event, ramping up from 100 word drabbles and quick sketches, to 5,000 word stories and fully inked artwork that combines as many prompts as you can squeeze into them!

Schedule of Events:

• July 1-3 - Snag a ‘Mallow

A taste of things to come. 100 word drabbles, quick sketches, use one mini-prompt.

• July 4-10 - Original S’more

The Old Reliable. 100-500 words, simple drawings, Use one mini-prompt.

• July 11-17 - A Little Extra

Maybe try a tiny bit…s’more? 500-1,000 words, and inked drawing, use at least two mini-prompts.

• July 18-24 - Pile It On

Really gearing up. 1,000-2,500 words, colored drawings, use 3-4 mini-prompts

• July 25-31 - Cram It In

Everything you can fit in! 2,500+ words, full art pieces, use 5+ mini-prompts.

Do you have to participate in all the challenges?

Of course not! You can participate in one challenge, in one part of a challenge, or not participate in a challenge at all! The idea is to celebrate everything Chubby!kink during the summer! Feel free to participate as much or as little as you like!

Please tag and submit your Entries!

While we are following the get-beached tag, tumblr Is tumblr and we don’t always see every post, so if you make a post as part of the event, please message us so we can reblog it for everyone to see!