I saw your requests are open so i was wondering if you could write william nylander imagine where you have a couple of years old son together who comes to a practise with you two and interacting with uncle mitch and uncle austin and coach being like wow future leaf right there and just kill me with cuteness im ready
Lowkey wanna make this into a series of different Leafs with their children
“Can I skate with Aus and Mitch?”
“Honey, no, we didn’t bring you any skates,” You replied for what felt like the millionth time.
Your son only whined and squirmed in your lap, extending his hands on the glass and slapping it. “I wanna skate!”
“I know,” You soothed, running a hand down your son’s back. “I know you do, but daddy’s practicing right now, okay?”
Not happy with your response, your son groaned and threw his body back, slowly sliding down your lap, making you scoff.
Standing at the bar looking around you glance across the room to see Sam asking the bouncer some questions while Dean was on the other side flirting with the waitresses. You roll your eyes not surprised.
You had just asked the bartender a bunch of questions about the victim, as he spent a lot of time here. Waiting for Sam and Dean to be done, you didn’t notice the guy slowly inching his way closer to you. Not until he was practically breathing on you. “Hey there beautiful” he whispers at you.
Turning to face him you give a polite smile and turning away, you really weren’t interested.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said hello” he seemed a little irritated at your dismissal of him.
“Yes, I heard you, but I’m not interested in talking to anyone right now, sorry.”
“Then why the fuck are you in a bar?” he was getting angrier.
“Shes here with me dick-wad” you turn to see Dean standing behind you. He got closer to you, leaning against you being protective, while his hand ended up in an…inappropriate place.
The guy looked Dean over “Sorry, man” and left, but not before tripping over his own bar stool. Dean laughed a this.
“You okay” he said not moving himself..or his hand.
“Dean..” you say looking at him.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“Why is your hand on my ass?” not that you didn’t enjoy it, but he had never done anything like that before.
“oh, sorry” he took his hand off “I wanted to make it look real ya know?” he said raising a finger at the bartender for a drink.
“He couldn’t see my butt Dean he wouldn’t have known.” you said suspiciously. “Were you just looking for an excuse?” you held back a smile.
Dean was quiet as he briefly looked at you. Glancing behind you, you saw brief look of relief pass his face “Sam! Whaddya got?” Sam came up to you and asked for a drink, he moved to sit next to Dean.
You glance at Dean and see he is avoiding your gaze. But what you weren’t expecting was his arm wrapping around your waist. Looking at his arm and then looking up, you see Dean make eye contact and then motion his head to across the bar.
You look over to see the same guy watching you closely. Realizing he was still trying to help, you leaned into Dean. Noticing how he held back a smile, Sam just watching you two curiously. “I’ll explain later” he said to Sam as he just nodded and started talking about the case.
dodie mentioned something about this song being a bit disappointing or bittersweet, maybe longing? so this was my take on it, I guess. changed up a few chords and the melody, made things minor (if you’d even consider this anything like that), but yeah?
you narrowed your eyes at the case file in front of you before glancing up at the chief of police
“no way in hell am I taking this case,” you snapped, pushing the case file back towards the officer, who groaned
“look, (y/l/n), this is the first charge we’ve gotten on ren in years,” he snapped, rifling through the file, “this is our chance to lock up one of the most powerful members of the 101.”
“yeah, and I work for the legal system, Choi,” you replied as you folded your arms across your chest, “meaning, I’m not going to do anything illegal.”
“it wouldn’t be illegal,” Choi, the head of police, made a face, “and besides, you wouldn’t get caught. the judge is in on it.”
you frowned, “I’m not falsifying evidence.” you got up, buttoning the middle button of your suit jacket
as you collected your briefcase, heading out of Choi’s office, you paused at the door
“Choi, this is crossing the line,” you said bluntly, “you’ve come real close before, but I’m not letting you get away with this.”
Choi Minjun, head of the police department, had always been involved in shady business, and you had always been aware of it as a prosecutor for the government
but Choi had called you in, asking you to make up evidence to throw Ren, a high member of the 101, into jail, and you’d had enough
you flagged down a taxi, getting in the backseat as you mused over what had happened
suddenly, an idea occurred to you
you dug through your briefcase, finding the report that choi had given you
you punched the number on the top in carefully, slightly wary of what might happened
“This is Ren, who’s calling?”
you cleared your throat, surprised that he’d picked up before the first ring
“I’m an… informant. I may have something of value to you.”
The two of you made arrangements to meet for dinner, and you gestured for your taxi to turn around, heading downtown instead
and that was how you found yourself sitting across from Ren in one of the most expensive restaurants in town, feeling a bit in awe at the sheer handsomeness present
“So,” Ren began, a small smirk making its way across his face, “when you introduced yourself as ‘an informant’, I wasn’t expecting one of the most powerful lawyers in town to show up.”
You smiled, taking a slow sip of wine, “I live to surprise, I suppose.”
the two of you made small talk for a bit, waiting for the food to arrive so that you knew you wouldn’t be disrupted by the waitress
“So,” Ren gestured towards you, “whaddya got?”
You smiled, reaching into your briefcase and pulling out the thick file on Choi Minki, alias Ren
“they’re hauling you in tomorrow morning for tax evasion,” you said easily, flipping through the file
across from you, Ren tensed, eyes trained on the file
“and they asked me to prosecute the case,” you explained
“I don’t have any operations that would, ah, fall under the citizen tax bracket, though,” Ren said shamelessly with a shrug
“I’m aware,” you replied, “they wanted me to falsify evidence, to prep a witness or two to say that you had a civilian day job that you didn’t.”
Ren raised an eyebrow, “Chief must have offered you a pretty big payoff. Why are you sitting here instead of your office?”
“Call me a lover of the law, Ren,” you said with a smile, “or I guess, the more fitting title would be a hatred for cheap police officers who don’t do their jobs right.”
Ren smiled at that, taking a bite of his dinner
“So, Ren, tell me,” you said, handing him the file, “what exactly did you do to Chief Choi to make him want to lock you up? He doesn’t go after Lai Guanlin or Kang Daniel with this kind of vigor.”
Ren’s eyes darted over the pages, “let’s just say that we have a… dark past.”
over the next few days, you helped Ren develop a case for himself against the police department, even going in to visit the judge who issued a warrant for the police to search his apartment and getting the judge to recall it
you found yourself charmed by his sweet words and interesting personality, forgetting at times that he was a dangerous member of the 101
one night, you were walking from your office to your car when you heard something click behind you
Chief Choi stood there, pointing his police-issued gun at you
he wasn’t in uniform, clad instead in plain jeans and a t-shirt
“Minjun, what the hell are you doing?” you stared in fear at the gun pointing at you, slowly reaching into your purse for the pepper spray that you always carried around with you
“you’ve been getting too nosy, (y/n),” Choi said plainly, moving forward a bit, causing you to step back, “ren was supposed to be in jail a long time ago, but you keep getting in the way of our plan, you bitch.”
you frowned at that– our plan?
his lose t-shirt revealed the beginnings of a tattoo, one that looked almost like a diamond, a very familiar diamond
“you’re working with svt,” you accused, narrowing your eyes, “that’s why you were so eager to lock ren up, because he was working to outsource the svt’s arms deals.”
“you finally caught on,” choi smirked, waving his gun, “now put your hands behind your back, bitch, so i can take you back to hq.”
“not so fast, minjun,” you heard minki say, his own gun clicking as he raised it to point it at Choi, whose head whipped around to look at where the voice was coming from
Right as Choi did that, you whipped out your pepper spray, spraying him in the eyes and kicking him in the groin, grabbing the gun from his hands and pointing it right back at you
“that was slick, (y/n),” Ren said appreciatively, coming up next to you
“and I have you on tape confessing to working with svt,” you added, waving your phone, which had been recording the whole time, “no falsifying evidence– I have all the evidence I need right here. See you in court, Chief.”
You saluted him before getting into the car, Ren getting in on the other side
“I still can’t believe you’re willing to help out someone involved in the mafia,” Ren shook his head, looking over at you, making you smile as you pulled out of the parking lot
As you carefully pulled onto the road, heading towards your office to start working on the case, Ren looked over at you curiously
“so you’re really not weirded out by the fact that I’m in the 101?” he asked, pushing his hair back with his hand
You glanced over him as you reached a red light, shaking your head.
“Believe me, I have bigger things to worry about than a man who can definitely take care of himself,” you said with a laugh, pressing the gas pedal down as the light turned green
“Then you should go on a date with me.”
You almost crashed the car as you looked over at him in shock, mouth agape
Ren giggled at your shocked expression, gesturing to the road
“light’s green, (y/n).”
you started driving again, trying to regain your composure
“i was serious, (y/n).”
“yeah, i kNOW”
“so i’ll pick you up at 8 tomorrow night?”
“choi minki, you’re insufferable.”
minki is 100% the type of person to just go for it, no fucks given
and thank you so much to @ohkaypopthis for the ideas GOD BLESS YOUR SOUL
OK, so over the next few days I’m going to be recording my lines as Ugin for the @voiceofallmtg story podcast, and I thought it would be a lot of fun to record some “Incorrect Ugin Quotes” while my voice is in Ugin mode.
So send me your ideas! Reblog this post with your suggestions of things that Ugin has never said (but totally would.)
If it all goes according to plan, I’ll pick some of my favorites to record, and then post the sound file here on Tumblr and give people credit for their submissions.
That fiending grin as he snatches the pizza box from Mikey. Whaddya mean he’s got no playful side??
Chilling with his bros to watch a Nicks game. Leo, it’s all the times you are the leader that makes the times you’re not so beautiful <3
Actually, that whole from-the-top-of-empire-state city run, what was that about? Was that Leo’s idea? Why did they have to go to the top of the Chrysler in order to get to the stadium? Was this Leo’s way of sneaking in some training? Or did he just want to show off? I think he just wanted to show off.
“We got the best seats in the house right here, anyone can sit down there” - Leo’s gonna do everything he can to convince his bros they got it sweet. You just know he’s been doing it since they were five: “But this Peaches N Cream Barbie has a missing arm!” “Hey Mikey, you’re the only kid in the world with a one-armed Peaches N Cream Barbie! Your Barbie is totally unique! Your Barbie is the special one!”
The brief look that passes his face when Raph talks about how they saved the city. Nice try, Leo, but you can’t hide everything.
Mr. Portrait of Sensible Responsibility is right there cheering his pea-shooting bros on, not to mention flapping his arms and chirping like a goon. We saw you, Leo. You’re too goddamn cute.
He makes the ‘F’ sound with his lips when Mikey drops the pizza. Don’t go judging your little bro, Fearless Leader, you were all set to drop a goddamn F-Bomb!
“We’re ninjas, we live in the shadows! Let’s go!” Yeah, you tried so hard to make that sound more fun than it is when you don’t have a choice, Leo. E for Effort.
Trying desperately to get control over Mikey. Leo, you’re so cute when your authority is being undermined. <3 <3
His smile when Splinter says “go get him!”
“Thanks Dad!” No. Stop. Stop doing that! Stop! You’re killing us, Leo! You’re killing us with your adorable cuteness! We’re dying, on the floor, like dying flowers.
Leo the Sass Master #1: “which button, there are a million buttons!”
Barking orders in the truck like a Boss. *fans self*
The dirty he gives Raph when he leaps back into the truck. “Fuck you, and your showing off, and your disobeying me, and your recklessness and fuck you generally Raph because, fuck you.”
“Wuuuuhere’d he go?” I just really love the way he delivers that line.
His crushing, consuming guilt and shame that he ‘failed’ to prevent Shredder’s escape. And notice - he says “I” failed. NOT “we”. “I”. That’s so important to understand. Leo really sees this wholeheartedly as HIS failure. He did not lead the team effectively, because if he had, they would’ve stopped Shredder. It’s his fault. He was responsible and so he failed. He believes he failed his brothers and betrayed his sensei and father’s trust in appointing him in charge, and that this is unforgiveable. This is Lpo. This is what twists at the heart of him and explains so much about the decision he consequently makes. He will not fail again.
Just standing there. Arms folded. Like a tower of muscle and don’t-fuck-with-meness. Silent. But deadly. Do you feel it, Casey?
Leo the Sass Master #2: “are you done?”
“Sorry we’re late, April. Wanna walk me through what’s going on here?” He’s just so nonchalantly authoritative, and it gives me butterflies.
Leo the Sass Master #3: “ - grab Friday the 13th here - “ And the up and down he gives Casey, ooooohhhhhhhhhhh! That should probably count as #4, right?
Trying to shut down his bro’s shennaningans, but in the end he can’t stop himself cracking a smile. Leeeeooo! <3 <3
Polishing his sword. I mean, he’s just so attentive.
How he walks away from Donnie so his bro can’t see the struggle he’s going through at Don’s revelation about the ooze. I mean, this is IT. This is THE thing. That’s gonna risk the unity of the family. He knows it. Yet - it’s also a fucking miracle. But he can’t show any feeling that might compromise his authority. He can’t show any weakness. He can’t show any indecision, or excitement, or wonder or conflict. He has to be strong, no matter how he feels inside.
The way he looks down after he breaks Donnie’s heart. Leo. You’re FUCKING KILLING ME.
He’s giving Don an order, but his eyes are begging him to obey.
Practicing. Guh. Just. GUH.
Goddamn that smug little grin that sidles up his face before he launches into his practical demonstration of the most important traits of the ninja. Oh, you’re a bad ass, Raph? Are you a bad ass WITH SWORDS?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” - holy shit, you can fucking hear he’s ashamed of himself. But he can’t back down. He can’t concede. He made a decision and he’s gotta stick by it. Otherwise he’s a weak leader as well as a failed one.
“MINE”. Guuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh. Why are you so sexy when you’re an ass, Leo?
Leo the Sass Master #5: “No. I don’t, Donnie.” squeeeeeeee!
The way Leo looks when he hears Mikey’s heartbreak at being called a monster. He wants to break some cops, BIG TIME. This is what he’s been trying to protect you from, Mikey, goddamn it, why wouldn’t you just listen to mama Leo!?!?!
“You’re a mess”. Fucking CALL IT, Leo. Raph did a fucking reckless thing and their best friend - and hogosha - is in jail.
His frustration and turmoil at Mikey’s pain is so immense all he can do is walk away. He couldn’t protect his little bro. *cries*
Leo covering his anguish for his brothers with bullheaded self-righteousness. Oh, Leo, you choose such a hard path for yourself. <3
Actually fighting Bebop instead of just brawling like the others. Look, he’s got ninjitsu skills and he’s damn well going to use them! He doesn’t do all that practice so no one ever gets to see him okay! Sssspin-KICK!
Leo the Sass Master #6: “Thanks guys. Real team effort.” LEO, YOU FUCK.
“Fair enough”. He’s the only one none of the others defends. He waits. IT DOESN’T HAPPEN. OH MY GOODDDDDD! And because he never lets it show just how much it fucking hurts to always be so fucking alone, he just hits them back. GODDAMN IT LEO YOU’RE BREAKING MY FUCKING HEART STOP IT.
Handing the decision over to his brothers and trusting them with it. SEE, you CAN learn new tricks, Leo. <3 <3
Handing out orders so fast and sure he blows the panties right off Chief Vincent. Whoooooosh, there they go!
If Leo ever looked at me like that, I’d be a puddle of goo. guh.
Checking in on Raph. “You got this?” That’s just fucking sweet.
Leo the Sass Master #7: “Let’s send this jacked-up disco ball back where it came from.”
Leo the Sass Master #8: “Hey Bubbalicious! Let’s see what you got.”
“Turtles BITE!” *zing* Yay, Leo got to use his swords!
“Hang on, little bro!” awwwwwwwwwwmmmyyyyyygooooddddddddddddd! <3
“Yeah. I knew that would work”. God bless you, Leo. After how hard you were on your bros, and you KNOW they all look up to you even if they try not to (lookinatchu Raph!), being all casual we’re-the-rockingest-team ever and giving them all a surprise boost of supreme self-confidence and pride, you’re making up for your assery and being a damn awesome leader and brother at the same time. You really are the leader of our hearts. <3
HIS GODDAMN GOOFY SMILE AS HE STANDS THERE PLAYING WITH HIS KEY TO THE CITY!!! He can’t get over it! He can’t even stop touching that thing! He’s just turning it over in his hands and being all “holy shit I got a key to the city, hee hee hee!” He’s so proud and happy and Leo you’re just so pretty when you let your feelings show! <3
THAT MOMENT BETWEEN HIM AND SPLINTER THERE IS NO PROUDER MOMENT FOR LEO THAN WHEN HE GETS THAT NOD OF APPROVAL FROM HIS BELOVED SENSEI-DAD LOOK INTO THOSE SHINING BLUE EYES HE IS READY TO CRY, TEARS ARE IMMINENT IN 3… 2…
Fortunately, the still-pantyless Chief Vincent is there to exchange a meaningful look with him and save his dignity.
“You ever need us - “ *suggestive eyes*
Leo is the prettiest.
Leo is also the one who makes the hardest decisions for what he truly believes is for the good of the family, regardless of whether or not the others appreciate him for it. And yeah, he can be an ass. He can be a prideful, arrogant, stubborn jerk who can’t admit when he’s wrong. But he’s gonna protect his bros and keep them together no matter what, and if that makes him unpopular so be it. Because he loves them more than anything else in the whole damn world and if that means keeping his inner heart under lock and key, then he’ll do it, because that’s how much they’re worth to him.
And that just makes it all the sweeter when he comes around. LEO WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
A/N: I’m going to be brave and post this thing. Based on this imagine from @imaginexhobbit because I have super long hair so this was beyond easy to imagine, and it caught my attention.
Word count: 519
You were the first of the Company to wake that morning. Though you were by no means fond of morning, it was not unusual for you to wake early when you slept in unfamiliar places. And this forest was certainly not familiar. You would be nowhere near it if Gandalf had not persuaded you to join Thorin’s Company. But, here you were, sleeping on a bed of dirt and rocks, softened by a thin layer of dead leaves and the one cloak you owned.
You clenched your eyes shut against the pale light of sunrise and uncurled your legs under your blanket. Knowing you would not fall back asleep again, you opened your eyes reluctantly to find a familiar, bulky figure covered in a dramatically furry cloak lying startlingly close.
You could have sworn that Thorin’s bedroll was much farther away when you went to sleep the night before. Shrugging the thought away, you sat upright with the intention of getting breakfast started once you were more awake, when there was a sharp, painful tug to your scalp. You winced and leaned away from the pressure, but the figure next to you shot up roaring curses in Khuzdul.
Thorin’s noise woke the rest of the Company, setting them to grumbling, but you were preoccupied by the new and painful yanks on your hair. “Ow, ow,” you said, hissing through your teeth.
“Be still, Thorin. You’ll pull her scalp clean off,” Gandalf mumbled, his voice low from sleep.
Thorin froze, his blue eyes moving between you and himself. Your heart sank in dismay and embarrassment, realizing what had happened. During the night your hair and his had become a tangled rat’s nest. You’d been so exhausted from the efforts of the day before that you’d forgotten to braid or knot it before you sought sleep.
“I’m so sorry,” you hurried to say, your fingers going immediately to the tangled mess of your hair and his raven locks. He shied away from the movement, harshly yanking your hair again.
“Fools,” Gandalf said, the epithet punctuated by the amused chuckles of the company.
“I’ll untangle it,” you said, warning Thorin before you reached for the mess again. He watched you warily as you worked the knot and apologized with every strand you freed.
His glower had burned holes right through you by the time the two of you were two distinct heads of hair again. You had run out of apologies, and silently watched the handsome dwarf stand, muttering about vain females keeping their pretty hair too long for such quests as his. Thorin stalked into the woods, and you turned to look at the company with a guilty blush heating your cheeks. The bashful wince you sent them made them erupt in laughter.
You groaned. They would surely tease you about this for weeks, and every time they did, you would be skewered by the grumpy King’s baleful glower.
“Do you think he will hate me for it?” You asked Kili later, when Thorin walked ahead of the company and well out of earshot.
Hiya, @ladybeug! Sorry for the wait, but I was your secret santa! ^^ One of your preferred pairings was Alyabug, and so I attempted to write a fluffy little aged up piece with them! I hope you enjoy it! And thanks to my pals who worked so hard for @mlsecretsanta to be such a success! :D <3
“-and she was just so amazing, Marinette!” Alya exclaimed, face aglow with admiration. She did a little twirl, similar to what Marinette herself did in the past when she would squeal over Adrien. With a sigh, she fell backwards, onto Marinette’s bed, and dramatically draped her arm over her eyes.
Marinette snorted at her friend ad sat down next to her, reaching out to pat her shoulder. “There, there, Als, I believe you. And I’m sure you and Ladybug will have another date soon,” she said, sounding more sure than she probably should.
Groaning, Alya rolled over until her head was planted in the covers and her limbs draped over her best friend. In a muffled voice, she said, “You’re right, but I need to do something special. She brings me to all these super romantic, if not cliche, places and I just- how can I top the top of the Eiffel Tower? Mari, it’s impossible! This girl’s just too good.”
At that statement, Marinette felt real sympathy. She hadn’t meant to make her friend feel such a way… but she did have an idea on how to help fix it.
“Alya, I am about to tell you top secret info, okay? Adrien told me not to tell anyone, but…”