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

Might I request some sick!Yancy hcs? <3

A/n: I'M SO SOFT FOR YANCY

Genre: Fluff, Headcannons, Angst if you squint

Kinda dense, doesn't think it’s anything to really worry about no matter how bad he feels 

Usually he’s fine when he gets sick, I mean years in prison there have been a couple things passed around now and then especially during flu season 

But Yancy’s built up an immune system 

On the occasions were it is bad enough for him to need to lay down you will have to force him in bed or he’ll just insist that he’s fine

He’s very reluctant to accept your help 

He doesn't want to bother you with any of his problems

In his eyes your this wonderful kind, loving person willing to waste time helping some as bad as him 

He doesn't want to waste your time or breath, so he’s very stubborn when it comes to letting you take care of him or help him in any way

Very grateful once you finally manage to convince him to let you help him

Will show his gratitude in any way he can

If your tired after watching over him and helping him he’ll be sure to try and get you anything you need

Food, Water, Blankets, anything you need

You’ll have to lightly remind him that you’re supposed to be taking care of him, although you do appreciate his efforts 

Is very much a child when it comes to taking medicine

Hates the taste of it and will complain every time 

“Youse don’t have anything else less bitter?”

“For the last time no Yancy, so please just take this and then I’ll get you a soda”

If he starts to feel cold due to his fever he’ll absolutely snuggle up to you like a lovesick puppy 

He’ll apologize for ‘invading’ your personal space though so just reassure him that it’s fine or he’ll feel guilty about it for a while

“Youse don’t have to do dis ya know?” Yancy murmured his voice sounded like two pieces of leather being rubbed together.

His breath was ragged and shallow, chest heaving in and out like a dog left outside on a hot day. Anxious of the state of the Boston man who laid before you. The wind whistled through the bars of the cell, the bitter wind nipping at your bare skin leaving a shiver down your spine.

You frowned sympathetically, the cold couldn’t have been making this any easier for Yancy as a soft shiver took hold of him for a moment. Taking the wet cloth you lightly pressed it to Yancy's forehead.

“Don’t say that. I told you I want to be here.” you softly scold him, he frowned in reply. “Don’t youse have family or somewhere ya rather be, than having to sit here stuck with me?” he sulked a guilty look crossing his features as he turned from you fixing his gaze to the wall.

Yancy hated this feeling of weakness, he wasn’t afraid of vulnerability, no not at all. He hated the idea he was bothering you with this, he didn’t want you to waste your time on him, especially when there are people more worthy of your time and in his eyes Yancy wasn’t one of them.

“Yancy…” you cooed gently, taking hold of his shoulder turning him to you. The broken look in his sweet hazel eyes made your heart clench in pain.

“Yancy, listen to me. I wanted to be here for you, okay? I made the choice to come here because I care about you. And this is just more time to spend with you which you know is always a good thing.”

you smiled grasping the man's hand lightly, as a sweet smile softly returned to ruggish features he leaned up to you rewarding you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Danks, I uh really appreciate youse being here.” he replied.

“Anytime Yancy.”

A/n: I love him sm <33333333

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!

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

hi!! Could I request a rottmnt Leoxreader where after they get back to the lair at the end of all the fighting there’s just a lot of comfort and helping take care of him from his s/o? I don’t really have anything specific but I just watched the movie and I NEED this boy to have so much love and fluff thank you!!

A/n: The movie caused me emotion damage, and I desperately need this boy to be okay. Sorry this was so short ^^

Genre: A slight bit of angst with a lot of fluff

Pairing: Leo x Gn Reader

Leo was exhausted, his muscles felt twisted and strained, laced with an aching, burning feeling with every movement he made, causing Leo to let a small sigh of frustration slip from his cold lips.

Leo had been training more harshly than he usually would, Leo had always been more light-hearted and carefree when it came to training or fighting in general. But something was different. 

He had been feeling so constrained lately, like his head was wrapped up in something entirely different than whatever task he had been dealt with. Of course this had its issues already. 

But Leo couldn’t help but feel that he was distracted. 

Sure things had gone back to normal after the battle with the Krang but that experience had haunted Leo, everything he and his brothers had to endure, he just couldn’t seem to get it out of his head. 

Especially his battle with the Krang. 

It was an experience he couldn’t simply shake. The thought that he was going to lose everything. To be trapped in that god forsaken prison for the rest of eternity, the feeling of isolation wrapping its cold hands around his throat. 

It felt like his life was being choked out of him, twisting his body in such a harsh way. A sharp chill running up and down his spine with an overwhelming intensity. 

That feeling still shakes him to his core. Leo shook the thoughts from his mind, yet that uneasy feeling still resonated within him as he walked back into the lair completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than for you to hold him in your arms so he could drift to sleep peacefully.

Leo hardly ever had nightmares when he slept beside you, like you were his dreamcatcher, chasing his nightmares away while he rested easily knowing that you weren’t going anywhere. 

Leo stretched yawning as he allowed his body to slump over as he lazily dragged his feet across the cold floor, the icy feeling burning through the soles of his feet. He rounded the corner, opening the curtain to his room.

His droopy eyes widened at the sight of you already waiting there on his bed mindlessly scrolling through your phone before you had taken note of Leo's  presence in the room, causing a smile to grace your soft features as you got up to greet the blue turtle.

You opened your arms for him in which he happily accepted closing the gap between you two quickly. 

“What are you doing here?” Leo asked into the crook of your neck not quite ready to let go yet. 

“What? I can’t come to see my handsome boyfriend.” you joked turning your head to lay a soft kiss on the side of his head before you let go, a small blush covered his face at the unexpected compliment you had thrown his way.

He chuckled, scratching  the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“No, of course not. I just didn’t think you’d come all this way especially when it's so late.” Leo remarked, glancing at the red clock that hung from his wall. 

“Well I’m here now aren’t I? Let’s lay down.” you smiled softly, taking his hand into yours. Leo felt his heart melt at your words. You always knew exactly when he needed you. You knew him like the back of your hand. 

Leo felt his muscles loosen as the feeling of the soft mattress engulfed his body causing him to let a content sigh slip past his lips. Leo threw his arms over your torso pulling you closer to him as he entangled his legs with yours.

As he buried his face in your neck causing you to let out a small giggle as Leo smiled against your skin, your laughter was the sweetest melody.

Leo closed his eyes feeling his head go foggy as he hears you humming softly, the sound growing further away as the tides of sleep have washed him away.

Hey!! I really loved “Leo with a Gn! Reader who uses pet names” and I was wondering if you could do Donnie with the same scenario? It’s fine if not!! :))

A/n: You guys asked for Donnie so you shall receive. This could've been a whole fic but I'm pretty lazy today. But maybe if you guys want I'll make this into a whole fic

Genre: Fluff, Headcannons

It had been a habit for as long as you could remember

But despite what certain people may have thought you really only used nicknames as a way to show affection to your friends 

So when you had become friends with April and eventually met the turtles this habit of yours persisted on throughout your friendship 

But this habit had really only caught the attention of one specific turtle 

Donnie

You and Donnie hit it off immediately, you found you admired the purple clad turtle for his scientific intellect and he found you to be one of the only people that could get a genuine laugh out of him 

It was blatantly obvious to everyone that you two got along, in fact they would go as far to say that you two were pretty attached to each other even though Donnie would never say it aloud

So one day when you and Donnie had been sitting in the kitchen together as you cooked and you had called him ‘Dear’ he lost it

Donnie simply ceased to function so after five minutes of silence between the two of you you had spoken up

“Donnie?” 

Once again you had been met with silence 

You quirked an eyebrow turning to look at the purple brother 

But Donnie had snapped out of it for long enough to stand up and mumble a jumble excuse before dashing out of the kitchen 

This confused you to no end but without a proper explanation you stood awkwardly by yourself in the kitchen until a certain orange turtle had walked in 

Meanwhile Donnie was sitting at his desk in his lab contemplating that moment in his mind over and over again as his face began to heat up more and more with each passing second

It had been at least half an hour an Donnie had grown bored without you around to talk to so begrudgingly he shuffled his way to the kitchen 

Donnie stopped mid way to hear your laughter 

Confused he crept closer to hear another voice 

He peaked around the corner to see you and Mikey laughing and talking as if you were old friends 

Suddenly Donnie felt a twinge of jealousy twist up in his chest yet he continued to watch

But the feeling only grew as he heard you call Mikey “Sweetie”

Well that was enough for Donnie as he stormed in glaring harshly at Mikey as you stood there awkwardly until Mikey quietly excused himself from the kitchen leaving you and Donnie facing each other

For once you had actually felt tense around him

But you shook the tense, awkward feeling from your body as began to speak up 

“So um are you okay?” you asked hesitatinly, worried you might have upset him earlier 

“Yeah, yeah, I was just kinda…embarrassed earlier.”  he murmured quietly 

Then Donnie grimaced

“Then Mikey came in here and…” he mumbled glaring at the ground 

You suddenly understood exactly what he meant, it was like everything had suddenly clicked 

Donnie was jealous

You offered a soft smile as you walked up to Donnie and wrapped your arms around his torso tightly 

“Don’t worry I’m not replacing you with Mikey.” you said as Donnie scoffed

“I wasn’t thinking that…” 

“Sure bud.” 

Donnie slowly melted into your embrace returning your smile