Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend’s older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore
Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language
Word Count: 4,687
Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they’re both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing’ you!- Anonymous
A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!
The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.
“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”
“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”
Warnings: mostly fluff, light cursing, mentions of divorce, a tiny bit of self-loathing, angst?
A/N: This was written for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge. I restarted this story who knows how many times, but I think I kinda sorta like it now? I dunno, feedback and constructive criticism would be much appreciated! It’s also the first Sam fic I’ve ever written, so I really hope I did alright!
“Ugh,” you groan. “I hate Shakespeare.”
You slam your textbook
shut and spin your chair around, turning toward Sam, who is sitting
cross-legged on your bed with all of his notes and textbooks spread out
haphazardly, the eraser end of his pencil in his mouth.
“C'mon, Y/N/N. It’s not that bad. Just a few more exams, and then we can go home for spring break,” Sam tells you.
groan once more. "I just don’t understand why we’re analyzing his
crappy writing. I already suffered through it in high school,” you
complain, turning back to your desk to glare at your notes.
Sam quietly chuckles, a small grin appearing on his face, and shakes his head at your frustration.