I've Got Brain Worms For Googleplier. Head Canons For What Living With Him Would Be Like Please And Thank

I've got brain worms for Googleplier. Head canons for what living with him would be like please and thank you? Would he be trying to kill me every second? Break my chinaware?

A/n: Haven't posted actual content in a while sorry about that, kinda lost motivation for a while but I'm back!

Genre: Headcannons, Fluff, Crack

Living with this man is…an experience to say the least

When he first started adjusting to living with you it seemed as though your very presences was enough to piss him off 

He wanted nothing to do with you whatsoever, asking him to do the bare minimum would provoke a groan and eye roll before he gets up to only completely butcher whatever you had requested of him

Ask him for a glass of water? Drops it right in front of you

Ask him if he could help with the dishes? Breaks ten plates within the ten seconds he came over to ‘help’ you

Literally ask him to help with anything and he will destroy it in the most passive aggressive manner possible 

After a while of spending time around you however he found himself beginning to enjoy your company to an extent 

Though he wouldn’t ever actually tell you this

You did notice however that he wouldn’t let out as many exaggerated sighs or groans when you’d ask him for the weather for the day, or if he would help you out with something

Which was very much appreciated when he didn’t drop your groceries harshly to the ground as soon as he stepped inside your house

Write anything around you and he’ll occasionally peak over to see what your doing, if he sees any sort of spelling mistakes he’ll be prompt to snatch your laptop and correct any sort of mistakes he sees 

God forbid you don’t use correct grammar and spelling in texts because I wish i was kidding when I say he will block you 

If he feels nice he’ll occasionally cook for you, he’s pretty good considering he can download any sort of cooking program 

Cleaning is a big no always, he won’t ever do it, you can’t and will not get him to do it 

Occasionally just to be an asshole he’ll hide things in your kitchen from you and if you ask him about a certain objects disappearance he’ll simply object to knowing anything about it in the first place

“Hey, Google, have you seen the butter anywhere??” 

“I have not, perhaps you forgot to by some, I will add ‘butter’ to your shopping list” 

He knows what he's doing, and he’s enjoying every second of your confusion 

If you ever get him any sort of present during the holidays or anything like that he’ll genuinely be so confused

“I don’t understand the purpose of this”

“It’s a hat? You know for like when it gets cold out?” 

“I know what a hat is, that’s not what I meant”

He’ll be somewhat appreciative of it, considering he didn’t even expect you to get him anything

Though he’ll show his gratitude in different ways, such as checking up on you, reminding you to take care of yourself like showering, eating, getting enough sleep, etc

A/n: Sorry if this isn't my best work I'm trying to get back to writing again

Bottom of the deep blue

A/N: Was craving some heavy angst for Leo. I'll do a part two if you guys want

Warnings: Slight cursing

Pairing: Leo x Gn Reader

You didn’t think that you would end up curled up beneath your comforters, trying to desperately silence the sobs that wracked your body. Your shaky hand gripped your chest, trying to keep the feeling of your chest tightening at bay.

Your head throbbed, as the stream of tears flowed down your face, they rolled down your cheeks until mixing into the saliva that had escaped the corners of your mouth as well. 

Cheeks flushed a crimson red from the tears welling up in your eyes, you felt your eyes dry up almost as if it was a sign that you’d run out of tears to cry, as your breathing began to slow becoming shallow. You laid in bed expressionless staring blankly at the wall. 

But as you let your mind begin to process everything new thoughts begin to flow into your conscious mind, your eyes begin to become glossy, fresh tears escaping from the corners of your bloodshot eyes.

You hastily wiped them away as you threw your puffy covers off your curled up figure.

Groaning you rolled over blindly knocking things off your desk as you tried to find your phone amongst the papers and school assignments. Your eyes squinted as you cringed at the painfully bright screen.

As your eyes adjusted you felt your stomach begin to twist up in knots as you saw the dozens of texts and missed calls you had gotten from Leo. Feeling your lip start to quiver, you quickly placed your phone down. 

Today you’d actually confessed to Leo. You and Leo had gotten along great since the first time meeting through April. Connecting with someone new can be awkward sometimes, especially if you're not really sure how to keep the conversation moving, but meeting Leo was like talking with an old friend. He always had a new topic to talk about or a witty reply that had led you two into some friendly bickering. 

You became partners in crime pretty much away. You’d fallen for LEo instantly, how could you not? His confidence, his wit, his flirty nature towards you that had always managed to sweep you off your feet.

And over the course of your friendship you had thought that Leo had felt the same. He’d always blow you air kisses when he had to leave you. Or when he’d always find some sort of excuse to hold your hand or how it seemed he’d always save the best pick up lines especially for you. 

So who could blame you for assuming he likes you too? Well apparently so. 

You had ask him to meet you at your favorite hangout spot. And you’d poured your heart out to him, face flushed, as a sweet smile crossed your features, as you looked at the ground too embarrassed to meet his gaze as you fiddled with your fingers. But your confession was met with silence.

“Y/n…” as soon as your name left his mouth you knew something was wrong. Your head snapped up to be met with Leo’ shocked expression, but it wasn’t the kind you’d hoped to see, his face was twisted into an expression of bafflement and…guilt?

You blinked, stepping back from Leo as he tried to articulate the words he wanted to say. You felt as though you’d just been punched in the gut. Why did he look so guilty? He felt the same way, right? 

“Listen I…I’m flattered but - how do I say this?” Leo grimaced looking away doing everything to avoid your gaze. The guilt is already tearing him apart from the inside. 

“I don’t feel the same way. Don’t get me wrong! You're an amazing friend but I just don’t think of you like that.” 

Your mind had gone blank and it seemed as though all the butterflies had escaped your stomach leaving nothing more than a gaping hole. You clenched your fist, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline pass through your body. Why was he apologizing? Didn’t he get this as humiliating as it was. You didn’t need his pity. 

“I’ve just never thought of you that way.” 

But hearing that phrase is what sent you over the edge. 

“You’ve never seen me that way?” your voice came out shaking, cracked like broken glass. It was evident in the way you spoke that you were breaking.

“Not even when you held my hand? Or when you blew me kisses goodbye? Or when you’d snuggle up to me on the couch when we watched movies together? Really? That whole time I was just a friend?!” you yelled finally challenging him with a glare you held on your face. Leo's face contorted into one of guilt as he looked back into your glossy eyes glaring straight through him. 

“Listen, I - I didn’t think it would mean anything. I was just messing around.” 

As soon as those words left his mouth he knew he had fucked up, as your angry exspression melted into one of beytral, that he would even think to play with your heart like that, someone you thought you could trust. 

You went still gaze shifting to the ground, going completely silent, Leo almost wished you would scream at him. 

“If that’s all I ever was then maybe we shouldn’t be friends.” 

Leo froze, he wanted to argue, to fight back but his body wouldn’t let him, he stood frozen as you slipped through his fingers like sand.

“Goodbye Leonardo.” You were gone, the single best person he’d ever met, gone, and it was his fault.

Hello! May I request ghostface (preferably danny Johnson’s ghostie) with a punk! Male S/O who likes to start fist fights for fun but is actually really sweet! Thank you

A/n: Loving the Danny prompts you guys are coming up with. Also sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted I got a little carried away with this one.

Tw: Mentions of stalking, harassment, knives, obsession and cursing

Tonight was the night. Danny was going to do it. Danny Johnson had been stalking you for a while now. You’d met Danny by mere chance. But that once interaction had him hooked on you like a drug, leaving him wanting more.

Danny had first encountered you at the grocery store, nothing special really. Danny hadn’t exactly been paying attention to his surroundings as he should've, seeing as how there seemed to be even more people than usual. 

But Danny had been hyper focused on finding the last item on his grocery list, eager to get out from the overcrowded store in a hurry. Unfortunately that led to him turning around a little too quickly ending with him smacking in your chest, sending him flying to the ground and all of his grocery items with him.

Danny groaned, rubbing his head, until a shadow was cast over him grabbing his attention immediately. Danny's head snapped up to be greeted by a man about his age, a concerned expression gracing his features. 

Danny would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit intimidated by you if not a little intrigued as well. Your face was bandaged poorly, barely doing their job to hide the deep cuts littering your face.

Your knuckles had been bandaged up, but it didn’t hide the bruising on your hands. Not to mention the dried blood seeping through the white bandages. Danny’s trance was broken by one of your bruised hands being extended to him. 

“Are you okay? I’m really sorry about that.”

Danny could feel his face heat up at your words, not expecting this sort of kindness from a stranger.

Not to mention your voice, it was so smooth yet it held a velty roughness to it, mixing together to create the sweetest sound. Danny took hold of your hand savoring the feeling of your rough hands clasping his as you pulled him back up to his feet. Danny offered a smile 

“Nah you're fine.” Danny responded, ignoring the fact it was pretty much his fault. Danny crouched back down to collect his scattered items off the ground. 

“Oh! Here let me help you with that.” you exclaimed, quickly joining him on the dirty, stained floor clumsily picking up his items and placing them all back into his bag. Once you had finished picking everything up.

“Again I’m so sorry dude sometimes I just don’t notice stuff around me.” you offered a lopsided smile as you threw your arm back rubbing your neck awkwardly. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Danny assured, Danny's gaze shifted to the fridge door he was trying to get to in the first place. 

Danny’s smile flattered as he realized the case was empty. Now he was going to have to go home without any milk, which sure wouldn’t be that bad if cereal wasn’t the only thing he had for breakfast each day.

Danny eyebrows furrowed as a sour expression graced his features. He cursed softly underneath his breath, grabbing your attention. 

“What?” you asked, concerned in his sudden shift in mood. 

“Nothing, It’s just they don’t have the last item on my list anymore.” he muttered bitterly, counting to glare at the empty shelves. You followed his gaze, then suddenly it clicked. 

“Oh, you need milk?” you asked him, turning back around Danny shifted his attention back to you.  

“How did you know?” he asked, quivering an eyebrow. You didn’t respond, instead you began digging through your own bag, Danny watched you with curious eyes. His curious expression flattered as you pulled out a jug of milk handing it to him with a smile.

“Here! I don’t really need it anyways. I was trying to get one before I ran out, but I still have some at home.” you replied.

Danny opened his mouth to thank you but you interrupted him.

“Well it was nice talking to you but I have to go, bye!” you smiled waving to him before parting ways.

Well at least that’s what you thought. Danny wasn’t ready to part ways, just couldn’t get you out of his head even with such a small interaction he was craving more.

The kindness you showed him, your handsome features, your silky voice. He needed more of you. He just needed a little bit more, well that's what he thought at least. 

He decided it would just be for the day, he followed you around discreetly so as to not gain your attention, but close enough to where he could take all of you in.

But the more he watched you the harder he fell. And soon one day turned into a couple weeks and a couple weeks turned into a month. At this point he knew everything about you, your favorite color, favorite movie, your sleep schedule.

A month and he hadn’t interacted with you once, it was killing him! But that’s why he was here tonight.

He was finally going to repay your kindness. Perched in a tree on the left side of your house he got the perfect view into your house from the window below, that window also just so happened to show the phone sitting on the table on the other side of the glass. 

Danny quickly slid out his phone from one of his cloak pockets, dialing your number with the swift punch of a few buttons. He watched the phone in anticipation waiting for you to pick it up.

Danny felt a wave of joy sweep through his body as he watched your figure walk over to the table taking the phone of the receiver.

“Hello?”

Danny felt his stomach twist, a sickeningly sweet feeling filled his chest. 

“Hello?”

Danny responded back, mirroring your puzzled tone with a twist, his voice was gritty and low, in an almost sinister way. 

“Do I know you?” you accusingly as you lifted an eyebrow, your head turned to look at the clock hanging from your living room wall. Who could possibly want to call you at eleven-thirty at night.

You thought, looking away from your clock and back to the phone.

“No, but I know you.” he chuckled darkly “I know a lot about you.” he said his voice dropping an octave with the eerie reply.

You froze for a moment before your eyebrow furrowed together and a rush of anger took hold of you. 

“Fuck you, asshat.” you spat as you slammed down the receiver. Stomping into your kitchen out of Danny's sight. Danny grinned behind the mask. You were no pussy. Danny had to respect that. But could you survive an encounter with him face to face? He was about to find out.

Slipping out from his original hiding spot he scoped around your house sticking to the shadows as he crept around, until taking notice of the cracked bathroom window.

Hastily he used his knife to force open the window sliding into the room still completely undetected.

Danny pulled out his phone from his pocket once again. Dialing your number again he cracked open the bathroom door, a small creak escaping from the rusty hinges as he watched you. You walked back to the phone picking it up quickly. 

“Yes?” you asked your tone doing very little to hide the fact you were annoyed as hell. 

“Hello, again.” Danny taunted back. His voice shifted back to a more sinister tone, the grin on his face evident in his voice. 

“What the hell do you want?” you growled. 

Ghostface crept out from his hiding spot behind the door, now out in the light still without you knowing. He drew his knife from his pocket, raising it as he began slowly walking up behind you.

“I want you to turn around.” your eyes widened as your head snapped around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash to see the masked man, knife raised at you.

He quickly lunged at you, sending you both to the ground. Danny straddled your torso, his thighs trapping you beneath him. You squirm underneath him trying to free at least one of your arms, so at least you’d still have a chance of running while you still could.

Your eyes widened in horror as you saw the metal knife in his gloved hand being raised once again. 

Your face scrunches up and your eyes clenched shut, not wanting to see whatever he was going to do to you.

You braced yourself for the feeling of the sharp metal blade piercing itself through the soft flesh of your stomach. You waited but the feeling never came instead you felt a gloved hand cup the side of your face. In such a soft way, as though you were made of glass, harsh movements would break you.

Confused, you opened your eyes to see the mask of your former attacker had been moved slightly just enough to where you could see his lips. Suddenly he moved closer to your face, his hot breath dancing down your neck.

Your breath hitched, as your face grew hot. Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours. You could feel your stomach twist up, this was wrong, but it felt so good. The feeling of his rough lips contrasting with your soft ones made your heart beat pick up. Slowly he parted from you breathlessly.

Without saying anything he quickly jumped off you. Walking over to the window closest to the two of you, opening it as if nothing had happened. He threw one of his legs over the stool of the window, now perched on the stool he turned to you grinning at you before sliding his mask back over his face.

“See you later, pretty boy.” he whispered in a teasing tone, before disappearing out the window. You sat there on the floor in awe before your face exploded into a dark shade of red. 

Silently hoping that he’d come back.

A/N: Woof this is long

Shaking, crying, violently sobbing

me: i like this thing! my brain: excellent, it’s your reason to live now. you won’t be able to think about anything else for a few days, weeks or even months. talking about virtually anything else will be a nightmare, but so will be talking about The Thing, because no one shares your level of enthusiasm. have fun!

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