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Imagine siding with Dean in an argument.

A/N: This takes place S1E3 “Dead in the Water”, when Sam is angry about going on another case instead of searching for their father. Italics are the reader’s thoughts.

Dean’s age-26

Sam’s age-22

Reader’s age-15

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“People don’t just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.“ Sam said to Dean in a bitter tone. You glanced over at Dean.

“Something you want to say to me?“ Dean asked Sam with a bite in his voice. You focused your attention back to your french fries. Getting between Sam and Dean when they fight was a lost cause.

“The trail for Dad. It’s getting colder every day.“ Sam said looking at Dean.

Ugh, not this again. We get it Sam, you wanna find Dad, not like he’s important to us or anything.

“Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?“

“I don’t know. Something. Anything.“ Sam replied becoming angry with the conversation.

“You know what? I’m sick of this attitude. You don’t think me and Y/N wanna find Dad as much as you do?” Dean finally snapped.

Oh this outta be good.

Yeah, I know you do, it’s just-” Sam begins but Dean interrupts him.

“Me and Y/N are the ones that have been with him every single day for the past four years, while you’ve been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we’re gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?”

Dean for the win, I can’t believe Sam. After all this time something bad happens and NOW he wants Dad and he’s acting like we don’t give a crap that he’s gone…it’s just…

“Bullshit.” You said aloud to yourself.

“What was that kiddo?” Dean asked you in a harsh voice, for some reason he always got on you about cursing when he does it all the time.

“It’s just bullshit.” You replied back with a loud voice. “Sam just comes back after leaving us for four years and thinks he gets to be upset about the way we’re looking for Dad! The only reason he wants to find Dad is so he can find the thing that killed Jess and then he’s gonna ditch us…again.” You were livid but glad to finally say it aloud.

Both boys looked at you with different emotions on their face; Sam was surprised whereas Dean looked sad.

“Don’t worry Sam, we’ll find Dad soon and then you can run away from your family, again, but until then we’re gonna do this Dean’s way since he wants to find Dad for the right reasons.” You spit out coldly at Sam. You threw your french fry at the table and got up, pushing your chair in with an attitude before walked away.

Dean let out a large sigh, “That,” He said pointing towards your figure, “Is something you have to fix.”


anonymous asked:

Hi! First, I wanted to tell you that I love your blog! Second, can I request an angst imagine with Yuri Plisetsky where he is angry about something and he takes it out in the reader (that's also insecure btw) and hurts her without wanting to? Thanks!

Hey! Yes, more angst requests! I’m so glad you like my blog, omg. I hope you like what I’ve written. Thank you so much for this request, I really loved writing it! :3

Yuri sat across from you at the table of the fancy (and hella expensive) French restaurant you had brought him to for the evening. He had a bored and aggravated expression painted onto his facial features. You fidgeted in your seat and adjusted your clothing due to the unsettling feeling your boyfriend was giving to your nerves.

It had been a rough few weeks for him. Yuri had been getting his ass kicked at skating practice for months now, and the work wasn’t paying off. In competition, he was placing third on the podium, and second on a good day. Every time he didn’t get gold, he would return home to get his ass kicked even more by his coaches who were not pleased by his rankings. It didn’t take long for Yuri to bring his frustration and anger off of the ice and home to you. You wanted so badly to make him feel better, and all you wanted was to have a perfect night with him after his skating competition in France.

Unfortunately, he had come in third place at the competition, and his mood reflected the outcome.

Yuri glared out of the corners of his eyes. He rested his chin in his hands and put his elbows on the table. He was barely paying attention to you, and it was beginning to annoy you.

“Yuri,” you said to grab his attention. He merely shifted his glare to you with a disinterested expression. “Are you having a good time?” You did your best to make your voice sound cheerful; the plastic smile you displayed did not reflect the sound of your voice, though.

“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, turning his glare elsewhere. His dismissive attitude stung you a little.

A breath of air released from your nose sharply. You just wanted to give your boyfriend a nice date, but apparently, you failed to even do that much. You’ve been supportive throughout the last few weeks, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him. It scared you; not being enough was your biggest fear. Your fears seemed to be manifesting into a reality.

“Yuri,“ you repeated, not satisfied with his response. You wanted him to focus on you and what you were trying to do for him. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” he said dismissively. He didn’t even turn to look at you. “You want me to compliment your outfit or something shitty like that?”

You felt your face go warm at his comment. “W-why are you acting like this?” you stuttered. Sure, he was known as a Russian Punk for a reason, but he never made comments like that towards you. “Help me understand what I-”

“Because I lost, (Y/N)!” he shouted. He pounded his fists on the table and contents of your water glasses rattled audibly. You felt people’s stares, and your face started to heat up out of embarrassment and frustration.

“Keep your voice down!” you whisper harshly. “You’re being ridiculous; you’re making a scene!”

Yuri crossed his arms and averted his gaze once more, letting out huffs of air and leaning back in his chair. His attitude was breaking your heart, and you’d just about had it.

“I just wanted us to have fun together and relax for a night. I’ve been trying to be supportive and a good partner during this, and I just want to make you happy, Yuri!”

“Well you’re doing a pretty shitty job of that, aren’t you?”

Yuri’s retort stung you; it burned in your chest and in the tears forming in your eyes. You sat with your mouth open, before closing it and swallowing hard. Yuri saw this, and immediately backtracked. He felt regret wash over him and wanted to take it all back. The look on your face made him want to start the night over so he could cherish every moment.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I-“

“Save it,” you said almost inaudibly. Yuri stared at you with a look of regret. It didn’t stop you from standing and grabbing your jacket from the back of your chair. “Enjoy your evening.” The phrase was polite, yet so full of venom.

Yuri sat dumbfounded as he watched you exit the restaurant. It was then that he realized how big of a mistake he’d made.

What have I done?

anonymous asked:

Can you give me some more teacher!luke because I just read your au blurb and that shit was good (it doesn't have to be about that blurb)

Here you go! I wrote about elementary teacher!luke because luke with little kids is so cute also Valentines day themed because valentines day was the best in elementary school

“It’s the best day of the year.” You giggle, hanging up a banner of hearts. “I just don’t get why we are pushing this on our students. They’re in elementary school they have no idea what love is.” Luke, the other 3rd grade teacher, sighs passing you a piece of tape. “I think the idea of our students thinking they’re in love is sweet and having a party to celebrate it is better than teaching math all afternoon.” “Teaching is better.” Luke argues,offering his hand to help you down off the chair. “Whats with the attitude? Does someone have a hot date tonight that their nervous about?” You tease. “Something like that.” “Luke,What is i-” “MISS (Y/L/N) AND MR.HEMMINGS ARE HOLDING HANDS.” One of Luke’s students scream bursting into the classroom. “AWW THEY ARE IN LOVE.” Another one comes in. “I think I better get to my class, see you this afternoon.” You blush, quickly letting go of his hand and leaving. “This Afternoon our class will be taking a field trip over to Mr.Hemmings’s class for a Valentine’s Day party. Right now we are going to make valentines for the other class.” “Are you making a Card for Mr.Hemmings?” Aaron blurts. “Should I make him one?” You ask, feeling a blush come on. “Well he’s making one for you and taking you out to dinner tonight.” Aaron explains. “AARON THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE FOR THE PARTY.” A couple of your students yell. “It was?” You ask. “Yeah we made the signs to ask you while you were sick last week.” Penny explains. “I guess I will have to make him a valentine then.” You smile.

anonymous asked:

One shot request: Two guys say that Lucas stinks at baseball and Riley stick up for him! Sorry for the bother...

Zero bothers at all! MUCH appreciation for any prompt ever! XX

Lucas –> Riley 
I can see the others.. Where are you?

Riley –> Lucas
I’m so sorry we’re caught in traffic!!

Lucas –> Riley 
I really wanted you to be here…

Riley –> Lucas 
I really want to be there! Lucas, I’m SO sorry. 

Lucas –> Riley 
I’m starting soon.. see you later, maybe.

Riley –> Lucas 
Good luck…

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REQ FROM ANON: Teacher/student sakura being the teacher and sasuke being the love struck student and sasuke getting jealous of all the male students trying to get her attention

COMMENTS: You guys know I love teacher/student fics but I usually make Sasuke the teacher and Sakura the student. I do love vice-versa as well but have a preference for the first rather than the latter.

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Also: dat ending tho ;P

Sakura never considered herself incredibly attractive. She was pretty enough, she thought, to receive an occasional glance, but the amount of attention she was receiving from the boys in her classroom made every inch of her burn with embarrassment.

She figured that the first problem was teaching at an all boys’ school. The second she graduated from college with a brand, spanking new education degree, Tsunade-shishou had landed her a job at Konoha Boys’ School as the new Japanese teacher.

“But just know,” Tsunade began. “These are seventeen and eighteen year old boys who barely get a chance to come into contact with females. Just watch yourself and make sure you don’t get into any compromising situations.”

Having taken her advice, Sakura made sure she dressed conservatively enough: her skirts always ended at her knees, her blouse was looser than she would have liked with the buttons sealed up all the way to the top, and her hair was tightly pulled back into a no-nonsense bun. She couldn’t be the carefree, fun Sakura she normally was. This was a job, a professional one at that, and she would do anything she could to protect her position.

Even so, her male students’ eyes feasted on her, their faces hungry for female attention. She knew they were wondering what she hid underneath her clothes and what she would look like with her hair tossed around freely, perhaps dancing at a nightclub with her friends. And, like every teenage student—male or female—they would congregate together later and discuss their observations in order to form wacky rumors that were completely untrue.

“Sakura-sensei,” one of her students called with a wide grin. She held back the urge to vomit and watched as Naruto, the class clown of her students, leaned back in his chair with a carefree attitude.

“Don’t call me that,” Sakura said, deepening her voice to seem more authoritative. “You call me Haruno-sensei.”

“Sure, whatever,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Anyway, me and the guys were wondering—are you married yet?”

Sakura felt heat creep up from her toes all the way to her face, but she refused to let herself show any weakness. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she glared at all the other boys around her doing their best to stifle their giggles.

“Not only is that a random question, it is also completely inappropriate.” She slammed the books she was holding down onto the desk. “But, if you must know, I’m not.”

“Then are you dat—“

Stop.” Angrily, she turned around and faced the chalkboard, knowing they were probably making obscene gestures at her behind or laughing at the fact that she didn’t have a man in her life that could please her the way they could…

“Sakura-sensei,” another guy called. Sakura froze, painfully aware that they had little to no respect for her at all if they kept on teasing her like this.

“…Yes?” she growled.

“You dropped something.”

Sakura knew very well that she had not dropped anything, and that they just wanted to see her bend down and pick something up off the floor so that they could get a few extra seconds of ogling time. There was no way she would fall for that trick. Not at all.

With heat in her eyes, she faced the rest of the boys again, and slammed her hand down onto the hardwood table. Immediately, the playful grins stopped, and everyone’s expressions were replaced with shock and suspense.

“You may not respect me,” she began. Sakura took a second to catch her breath, in fear that she would speak too fast and feel tears prick at her eyes—the way they always did when she was angry. “You may think this class is a joke or a waste of your time, and you’re entitled to your opinion. But I absolutely cannot tolerate you treating me like a piece of meat. I understand that you don’t get to see many women around, being at an all boys’ school. But if you’re coming to somewhere like this, you should at least have some sort of manners. What would your parents think?”

Sakura gazed at the ashamed faces, now looking down at their laps. Her heat beat rapidly, but she felt empowered. She did her best to hold back the smirk that started to creep up on her lips, glancing over the whole room until she locked eyes with Uchiha Sasuke, the son of one of the most powerful businessmen in Konoha, who not only had the resources to come here, but the academic skills as well.

He did not look away from Sakura’s gaze. Sasuke held his face strong, dark eyes making sure to burn a hole into Sakura’s and drain what little empowerment she just had away. He was always the quiet type—did his work, never caused trouble or participated in those stupid “mess with the teacher” games—but she knew there was something off about him. Something she couldn’t really describe.

“Now,” she said, facing the chalkboard again to avoid Sasuke’s gaze. “Please open your textbooks to page forty-two.”




Once class ended, nearly everyone rushed out, their heads hung low. Obviously still embarrassed over their scolding.

Everyone but Sasuke.

He sat on top of his desk, his hands gripping the edges while his eyes focused on his shoes. Sakura had just finished wiping off the board and clapping the erasers together to get rid of the chalk residue when she noticed Sasuke waiting for her.

“Uchiha-san,” she said. “Can I help you with something?”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted.

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