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Fleshy!Jensen J2 Rps Spn fic rec
Aug. 21st, 2007 07:15 pmI really, really love this fic.
Jensen Ackles: Bigger, boned. [or Go Downstairs and Get Me Some More Sugar For My Coffee.], written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mijmeraar
It's fun, it's funny and there's so much love in it. Written in a casual and easy way, this is very much a feel-good fic. And yes, this fic is about Jensen putting on weight while filming Supernatural. Everybody notices it, everyone is worried about it, everyone except Jared, that is. Nobody dares tell Jensen about it, though, so they try to get Jared to do it. And Jared, bless him, honestly doesn't notice anything wrong with Jensen.
Pedal to the metal. Foot to the floor. Chris Kane cuts to the chase.
“Have you told Jenny Craig he’s gotta slow down on those cheesy poofs?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Not today, sunshine.”
Jared collapses on the steps to his trailer. “I can’t believe you people.”
“Who? Rednecks?”
“Bastards.” Jared’s frustrated. If they’re not going to face Jensen so that he can stand up for himself; then Jared will have to do it. It’s not Jensen’s fault he’s God’s gift to the red-blooded. It’s not Jensen’s fault he’s Brad Pitt without the wife and kids. “He’s not fat.”
Jensen Ackles: Bigger, boned. [or Go Downstairs and Get Me Some More Sugar For My Coffee.], written by
mijmeraarIt's fun, it's funny and there's so much love in it. Written in a casual and easy way, this is very much a feel-good fic. And yes, this fic is about Jensen putting on weight while filming Supernatural. Everybody notices it, everyone is worried about it, everyone except Jared, that is. Nobody dares tell Jensen about it, though, so they try to get Jared to do it. And Jared, bless him, honestly doesn't notice anything wrong with Jensen.
Pedal to the metal. Foot to the floor. Chris Kane cuts to the chase.
“Have you told Jenny Craig he’s gotta slow down on those cheesy poofs?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Not today, sunshine.”
Jared collapses on the steps to his trailer. “I can’t believe you people.”
“Who? Rednecks?”
“Bastards.” Jared’s frustrated. If they’re not going to face Jensen so that he can stand up for himself; then Jared will have to do it. It’s not Jensen’s fault he’s God’s gift to the red-blooded. It’s not Jensen’s fault he’s Brad Pitt without the wife and kids. “He’s not fat.”
