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Surfer!Tom 31 and 11 pleasee

I am in my surfer Tom era so this is perfect! Hope you enjoy it love! Just a reminder, even though I am doing Wipeout rn, Summer of Love is still going on as well so you can still send in requests for that if you'd like. Love you guys xx

Old Flings

11 - Playing beach volleyball

31 -  Running into your summer fling for the second summer in a row

Pairing: Surfer!Tom x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety

Summary: You and Tom run into an old fling

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Tom leaned back on his surfboard while he watched Harrison ride in on a large wave. It was a gorgeous day, the waves were perfect, and a light breeze cut through the heat on the shore. Naturally the entire beach was packed, but you and your friends had arrived early enough to stake claim in a small piece of land near one of the beach volleyball pits. That was where you were, Tom could just barely make out your figure from where he sat. He had no idea who was winning the game, but you appeared to be having fun.

“Tom stop gawking, you're supposed to catch the next wave,” one of his friends snickered at his side.

Tom rolled his eyes and got ready to grab the next wave. He spotted you again as he was riding in, talking with some boys he didn’t recognize. There were still plenty of people Tom didn’t know in town, but he definitely knew all the people you hung out with. The last thing Tom wanted was for some guys to hit on you and make you uncomfortable while you were trying to enjoy your time with your friends. He was hyper focused on you while he rode in, trying to make out whether or not they were making you uncomfortable.

“Nice ride,” Harrison complimented as Tom fell off his wave beside him.

“Yeah, thanks, I’m gonna head in for a few,” Tom started paddling in, not taking his eyes off you for a second.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Harrison paddled after him with a confused frown.

“I think those guys are bugging (y/n),” he nodded towards the shore.

“Ah,” Harrison smirked, “Sure they’re bugging her and not you?”

“Dude she’s my girlfriend, I’m not gonna let some weirdos hit on her,” Tom rolled his eyes and hopped off his board.

He ripped the leash on his ankle off and set his board down by his things before he went jogging towards you. The two boys looked similar, brothers if he had to guess. They were both tall and slim, with shaggy black hair and big smiles. It seemed like the rest of your friends knew them as well, which did ease his nerves a bit. Tom wrapped his arm around you as he joined you and pressed a long kiss to your cheek.

“Hey baby,” he purred, “Who’s this?”

“Tommy you're all wet,” you giggled as you pushed him off of you, “This is Cole, and his brother Gage. Guys, this is my boyfriend, Tom.”

Tom knit his brows, the name Cole sounded familiar, he swore he’d heard you mention him before.

“Nice to meet you,” Tom smiled politely and extended his hand as he tried to remember who he was.

“You too,” Cole shook his hand, followed quickly by his brother.

As they shook hands it clicked for Tom. Cole was the name of an old summer fling of yours, the last guy you’d been with before you met Tom. Instantly his stomach flipped and he stood up a little taller. He knew it was nothing more than a simple summer fling, that it was nowhere near a real relationship, but it still made him uncomfortable.

“They’re dad lives around here so they come down most summers,” you explained.

“Oh, cool,” Tom placed his arm on your back again, making sure that his body was flush with yours, “Well I just came up to see if you’ve got room on your team for me love, I think I’m all done in the water for today.”

“Yay,” you beamed happily at him, “There’s always room for you Tommy.”

Tom smiled and kissed your cheek again, “Perfect.”

“Cole, Gage, you guys should play a couple rounds with us,” one of your friends butted in.

Tom was confused because he was sure that she liked him, and he was also sure that she knew about your history with Cole. He pulled you a little closer to him and prayed they’d be busy or just say no.

“That sounds fun,” Gage beamed, “If it’s cool with you Cole.”

Cole nodded, “Totally, I don’t think I’ll be much help though.”

“Well in that case I’ll take Gage,” your friend beamed at you from the other side of the net.

You held her gaze for a minute before nodding, “Well I’ve got Tommy on my team, so I’m still gonna win.”

Tom felt secure in your relationship, you’d just had your six month anniversary and things were going great for you two. He loved you, and he knew you loved him too, but playing volleyball with your old fling was more than enough to make him insecure. It didn’t matter what he told himself or how he tried to frame it, it just made him uncomfortable. He was left wondering now too if your friend for some reason thought Cole was a better match for you than he was, and if she thought that she probably wasn’t the only one. What if all your friends thought Cole was better for you?

“I’m gonna grab some water before we start,” Tom squeezed your waist before stepping away from you.

“Oh, good call,” you followed after him with a smile, “I’m starting to get hungry too. Maybe after this round we could go grab some lunch?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

A frown came to your lips as he reached down for his water bottle, “Is everything okay Tommy?”

Tom bit his cheek and took a big gulp from his water bottle. He wasn’t sure if he should tell you how he was feeling or not. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was overly jealous or possessive, so he just shook his head. It was just one quick round of volleyball, he could suffer through one volleyball game.

“Of course darling, just a bit dehydrated,” he assured you.

“Are you sure you want to play then?” you knit your brows in concern.

He nodded, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Alright, but you know if you're not feeling good or something we can totally leave,” you squeezed his arm, “I don’t mind at all.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, “Don’t worry about me, I just needed a little water.”

“Okay,” your lips returned to a smile and you gave him another quick kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled back at you.

The small shared moment with you was enough to calm his nerves for a while, at least until the game started. Tom was positioned behind you, and Cole was next to you, a little too close if you asked Tom. Tom couldn’t hear what you two were talking about when the game started, but Cole was making you laugh, and Tom didn’t like that. Cole, despite having said he wouldn’t be much help, proved to be a pretty decent volleyball player. He kept setting up perfect spikes for you, and when you scored he would cheer and congratulate you.

They were perfectly friendly and normal interactions, and truly Tom was only bothered because he knew your history together. It wasn’t even like you were ignoring Tom either, you made every effort to joke around with him and cheer for him while you played. Tom was just uncomfortable, and everytime you interacted with Cole it made it worse. He felt insecure, and it was turning the whole day into a nightmare, but you were having so much fun, and he just couldn’t bring himself to ruin that for you. So he kept playing, growing quieter and quieter as the game went on. By the end of the game he wasn’t giving anything beyond a one word reply or a simple nod.

It was obvious to you that something was wrong. So as soon as your game wrapped up you rushed right to his side so you two could leave, and you could figure out why he was acting so strange.

“Are you sure you can’t stay for another round?” one of your friends pouted.

You nodded and looped your arm through Tom’s, “Yeah, I’m pretty starved. Maybe we’ll come back after we grab some lunch though.”

Tom couldn’t have been more grateful for how eager you seemed to leave. He felt exhausted, he couldn’t wait to get home.

“Alright, well have fun, text us,” your friend pulled you in for a quick hug while Tom began packing up your things.

“I will,” you promised before turning to Cole, “It was good to see you again.”

“You too,” he smiled and pulled you into a hug, “Hopefully we’ll run into each other again before I head home.”

That was the final straw for Tom, he could handle everything else but not a hug and him hoping to see you again. He gripped the surfboard under his arm and gritted his teeth, “I’m gonna go start the car,” he declared before he went pacing towards the parking lot.

You cocked your head in confusion and plucked your bag from the ground, “Okay, uh, bye guys,” you waved to your friends and followed after Tom. You had to jog to catch up to him, Tom always started fast walking when he was angry, “Is everything okay Tommy?”

“Yeah, I’m just hungry,” he lied.

“Tom, you can tell me if something’s bugging you,” you insisted.

“Do you have the keys?” he pursed his lips.

You nodded and dug them out of your bag, “Here.”

He took the keys and popped the trunk, “I’ve gotta tie the board down. Do you wanna get the AC going?”

“Tom,” you frowned.

“I’m fine,” he lied again as he climbed onto the side of the car, “I am totally cool.”

“Are you sure?” you wracked your brain for what might have upset him, finally it dawned on you, “Is it about Cole?”

Tom went stiff and licked his lips before he answered, “Yeah, uh, sort of.”

“Do you wanna elaborate at all?” you pushed.

He sighed and jumped back down, “I just didn’t really like seeing you two together, I know it was just a little summer fling but it still bugged me…” he took a deep breath before he continued, “And you know, I thought your friends all liked me but then Natalie invited him to stay, and it kind of freaked me out. I don’t know if they think he’s better for you or something…”

“Tom, my friends love you, but more importantly, I love you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Natalie only invited them to stay because she’s into Gage, but I promise if it had been something malicious I would have left on the spot. I’m so sorry I made you uncomfortable Tom, I should have asked you if you were okay with it.”

He blushed and set his hands on your waist, “It’s okay, I don’t want you to feel like you need to ask me permission to hang out with people or something.”

“I don’t, I know you’re not like that Tom, but everyone gets insecure. I mean if your old summer fling wanted to hang out with us I’d be uncomfortable too. I should have thought about how that might make you feel, but I hope you know if anything ever makes you uncomfortable like that you can always just tell me,” you moved your hands up to his cheek, “I don’t ever want you to feel bad when we’re together Tom.”

His cheeks continued to burn and he turned his head to kiss your palm, “I just didn’t want to come off controlling or something. I don’t want it to seem like I don’t love you or trust you, because I do. I just don’t really want to hang out with him…”

“And that’s totally fine Tom, if we run into him again we won’t. I know you love me and trust me and all that, but you can help being insecure sometimes. I get insecure too, I understand.”

His lips curled up to a smile and he leaned in to kiss your forehead, “Thank you love. I hope you know the same goes for you. You can always tell me if you’re uncomfortable with whatever's going on.”

“I know Tommy,” you pressed your lips to his briefly, “Feeling better?”

“Much,” he nodded, “Let’s go get some lunch baby.”

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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...