#Pandamatic

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The fact I'd literally be lily in this situation

DEE: *falls on his face* Lilly: Oh my gosh! Are you okay? Dee: Yeah. Thanks, Lilly… Lily: Not you! You almost hit Heavy. Poor baby. Are you okay? Heavy: * happy evil younger sibling favoritism grinning*

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Leo: I've been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now! No response.

Y/N: wow they sound really stupid.

Leo: but they're not. Just dense.

Y/N: maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, idk.. "hey! I love you"

Leo: i guess you're right. Y/N, I love you.

Y/N: See? Just like that!

Leo: holy fcking shit.

Y/N: if that flies over their head, then I'm sorry Leo but they're too dumb for you.

Leo: Y/N…

Donnie, passing the popcorn to Raph and Mikey who both just walked in to get food: I’m just glad the Wifi went out when it did. This is way better than what I was watching

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Y/N: Merry Christmas! Raph: A box?! Awe, I love it! Y/N: Y/N: while you’re blind enthusiasm towards a box makes you somehow even more appealing, there’s something in the box, dumbass. Raph: … there was an “I love you” somewhere in there right? I heard it..

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Reblogging because I love for making fun of Leo when he tries to be sweet or affectionate.

Leo: if i say i love you, will you say it back?

You: sure

Leo, grinning: okay- i love you!

You: it back.

Donnie: why’s nardo crying face down on the floor?

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Heavy: Hey Y/N? Could I get some dating advice? Y/N: Listen dude, just cause I’m with your brother doesn’t mean i know how tf I did it

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Donnie: And just as the mad doctor himself, my creation has turned against me Y/N: Don, all S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N did was call me mom, don’t be dramatic

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Headcanons of what's like to date all 2012 turtles?

these HCs Are personal opinions. You do not have to agree but you also do not have to argue and be mad. Thank you.

Leo:

This guy cannot stand his brothers whenever they find out. 

But you probably don’t mind. 

He cuddles with you all. The. Time. 

and I mean all the time. 

Leo will never reject a good snuggle time. 

He loves to just pull you close and bury his head in your hair

Comic reading together is a must. 

If you can’t read or don’t like to, he really just reads it to you. He does the voices himself and everything.  

Mikey:

Mikey is very confused whenever you confess but eventually you have to just explain to him

He immediately tackles you in a big hug and grins. 

“Oh wow! So do I!”

You never get rid of him. 

He is stuck to your side like he is glued there 

You guys do arts and crafts together all the time

You are his muse and he never lets you forget it

He will sit you down and draw you for hours just chatting with you 

Raph:

This grump probably confessed in a fit of rage if I’m honest

“BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AS MORE THAN THAT DAMNIT!”

“…shit.”

You immediately have to let him know you feel the same or some rando on the street outside might get a black eye. 

He’s not one for PDA at first, but eventually will hug you to his side around the lair. Or even just a quick ruffle of your hair. 

He’s pretty quick to deny being the one to confess or even to dating you for a while. But eventually it’s always: “this is my s/o” or “hey baby!” Etcetera. 

You are probably his only soft spot other than Spike

Speaking of Spike, you are now his mother. I don’t make the rules. 

Donnie:

Please don’t flirt with him. He’s already dead. 

Honestly Donnie is just flustered when you are in the general area

Don’t call him “genius” or anything like that. He’s going to melt and his brother’s will never hear the end of it. 

“Well according to Y/N-“           “We get it!”

PDA is not his favorite at first. But then you start holding his hand in public or giving him quick kisses around the lair and it’s over for you-

He never stops. He’s always hugging you or kissing your cheek whenever he can

This poor boy has never blushed as much as when you sit on his desk and start asking about his “super cool tech stuff”

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ADH DEEZ NUTS-

Every time I listen to Clipping(TM) I get a headache... but I can't stop adding it to my playlists!

What dark magic is in use here???

Adhd

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Y/N on a date with Dee: Here, your favorite. Dee: Awe, thanks! Just wish I had somebody to share it with Y/N giving Dee a dozen roses: Here, luv ya! Dee: If only it wasn’t a friendly gesture… Y/N down on one knee with a ring: Dee? Dee: I cant do this anymore! I really like you! Y/N: Dee: Y/N: no shit.

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Y/N: You can’t ignore me forever, Donnie. D: Y/N: I SAID S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N WAS MY FAVORITE ONCE!

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Dee x Fem! Reader (Metal Family)

So this will be re-written for my OC if you wanna check that out instead of this, because honestly, my x reader skills aren’t too good. ANYWAYS You basically are a little sweetheart honors student and you hide the fact that you’re a HUGE metal fan. That is, until you invite lif over to your house to hang out and she brings Dee along, he sees your room and almost immediately, he starts to realize that maybe you aren’t the awfully boring person he thought you were.

It was getting late, and you wondered why Lif hadn’t shown up yet. You two were supposed to chill and watch some horror movies together and make fun of how fake it looked, but it wouldn’t be as fun without her there. You decided to change anyways, pulling on a pair of black shorts that just barely hit your mid-thigh, and an old Metallica shirt that didn’t exactly smell the best. But it was your favorite, so you pulled it on over your head, the too-big sleeves sliding down your shoulders. You just barely sat down when somebody knocked.

“Finally,” You huffed pulling the door open as you blew the hair out of your face, “I have only been waiting for half an hour, Lif. Where were y-“

You stopped dead, face starting to burn as you saw your classmate, Dee, and his little brother standing at the door. Heavy grinned and giggled as his brother turned to him with a glare, mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear. You pulled lif by the arm, into your house and groaned.

“Lif, what the hell!?”

She just smiled innocently and shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, Dee wanted to hang out and walk me home but when I said I had plans with a friend, Heavy insisted that they tag along.”

You sighed and put on an obviously forced and painful smile as you opened the door again, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t quite notice Dee’s eyes wandering as you invited him and his brother inside, or the way he stuttered when you asked him what he’d like to drink.

For another ten minutes or so, Heavy continued to entertain you with his stories as Lif and Dee struggled to get the TV working again. Your stepdad had a bit of an episode before work that morning and you couldn’t tell what was wrong out of the shard of glass that hit the wires, or the beer that covered the TV, either way, Dee seemed very determined to figure it out.

“What are you doing, you dumbass?” Lif hissed in a low whisper, shoving his shoulder. He grimaced slightly and sighed in frustration.

“Currently, I am trying to fix a very old television covered in beer and glass.”

“Smart Alec,” she huffed, hitting the button on the side of the Tv, and cheered when it started to hum loudly.

You turned, Heavy following your gaze as you both smiled widely. Then, you realized you hadn’t picked the movie yet. That was Lif’s job usually. You pointed towards your room, hoping she’d get the memo to grab one so the boys didn’t go in, but her face was pale (well, more than usual) as she pointed in horror at a spot beside you.

You looked down and audibly gasped as you saw that Heavy wasn’t there. You looked around in terror before you suddenly heard his loud voice coming from the end of the hallway. Your room.

“No way! Dee you gotta see this!” He said, rushing out of the room, holding a pair of drumsticks, painted black with little white X’s all over it.

You scrambled to grab them as you shook your head. “No, no, no! Heavy!” You groaned, snatching them away from him as he grinned and raced back into your room. You followed suit, and started chasing him around, constantly yelling, “Don’t touch that!” and, “No, Heavy! Put it down!”

Finally, Lif decided to pop in and usher Heavy out of the room, but Dee being curious, had decided to step inside. But it wasn’t exactly what he expected.

Images of Twisted Sister and Metallica lined the walls. A signed Black Sabbath poster was framed over your bed. You had dark gray walls and even black carpet over your hardwood floor. The drumset in the corner was pristine, with a big, (Fav color) skull painted on the front with your Initials underneath. A display case on the other side of the room, holding all your vintage metal records and drumstick collection was pristine and sparkling.

Dee’s eyes widened as he looked around, gaze landing in you in the end, face slightly pink.

“uhm, Y/N, this is… unexpected of you.” He said, shaking his head slightly as his condescending smirk graced his face again.

You stuttered and stumbled before Lif and Heavy started to laugh. Lif pointed to you, almost doubled over as she giggled, “You didn’t even last an hour before they figured it out! You totally suck at keeping this thing on the down-low!” She laughed hysterically.

You sat on your beanbag with a sigh, holding your head in your hand as you shrugged, Lif and Dee sitting on your bed while Heavy sat on the floor by you.

Dee spoke first, smiling slightly. “So, the perfect Y/N, honors student and Straight-As girl for three years running is a metal fan with a love for the drums. Who knew.” He said, trying hard not to laugh in front of you and Lif. Heavy tugged on your sleeve as he pouted.

“Pleeeeeeease can I play on the drumset? I promise I’ll be careful!” He pleaded, grinning when you nodded as he raced to grab a pair of your practice sticks, which were in a mallet bag hanging from the suspended cymbal’s stand.

Lif laughed as she waved her hand dismissively, smiling to herself. And Dee couldn’t seem to look around the room enough times, eyes constantly landing on you.

“Well,” You said, dejectedly, as Heavy started to hit the snare repeatedly with no consistent rhythm, “I really hope you won’t say anything to anyone else? It may not seem like a big deal but it’s really embarrassing for my parents. and me.

Dee nodded in solidarity as you sighed in relief. “Thanks…”

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“Byeeeee, Y/NNN!” Heavy yelled Fromm the sidewalk, waving his hand rapidly in the air, making you smile. You wave goodbye as well, giving Lif a quick hug before turning to Dee, face turning pink.

“Well, um, bye Dee.” You said, anxiously. “Thanks for keeping all of… that to yourself.

Dee nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, you swiftly kissed his cheek and mumbled another “Thanks.” And “Bye” before rushing inside and shutting the door hurriedly. You leaned against the closed door and covered your face, sliding down until you hit the floor, face burning a bright red.

“What. The. Hell. Did I just do…”

Dee, outside, just stared, dumbfounded at the door before clearing his throat, and with a cocky smile, joined Lif and Heavy to walk back home.

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Sorry this is so short. Again, not the best at x readers. But I thought this would be a nice way to practice. Let me know how i did and what i can do better?

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SO IN THE TAGS I SAW THIS THING ABT AN AU WHERE MICHAEL FINDS COREY AS A KID AND RAISES HIM AS HIS OWN AND I JUST-

I HAD TO DO IT OK?!

Michael had just made an escape from a mental hospital as they were trying to send him to the one in 2018, but he came across an unexpected thing-

It was a dark night. Kids were still out and about, however, from playing at the Haddenfield fair. They all ran around in cute little costumes as their parents followed them tiredly, most likely exhausted from running around and following them all day.

Michael watched from the shadows as the cold air blew across his feet. They tried transferring him to another hospital. A bigger one. More security, less freedom, less murder. He wasn’t too keen on the idea, however, so he simply stabbed his way to the driver, slitting his throat and running off.

The fair would have food for him as well as- Something hit his foot. He looked down. It was a child, Michael didn’t kill children. There was no point, they were of no threat to him. He usually would just scare them and be on his way.

But this child. His curly hair poked out all over the place while his tiny scarecrow mask sat lopsided on his face. He tilted his head, looking up at the man in the mask. Michael Tilted his as well. This child was peculiar. It was almost like he wasn’t afraid but instead, attracted to him in a way.

Michael bent down and picked him up. The child, unlike many other children he had scared, did not squeal or cry in terror, but squealed happily and shook his arms, smiling widely at Michael.

He was perplexed. Was the child okay? Was something wrong with him? Michael sat him down and brushed it off, attempting to walk away, when the child hit his leg once more, this time with his four limbs wrapped around the width of Michael’s leg.

Michael bent down, doing his best to get the child off of him before huffing, frustrated, as he stuck there, giggling. Michael rolled his eyes and tried to shake him off. Instead, the child laughed and took his toy dagger and pretended to stab Michael’s leg, giggling wildly.

Michael suddenly stopped, understanding washing over him. Maybe this is why he ended up at the fair. This child. It was like him. He could see it in his eyes. Suddenly, two parents came rushing down the booths, calling for their boy.

“Corey! Corey please! Corey come back!”

They called, and the child frowned, looking back up at Michael with pleading eyes as if to say, ‘please don’t make me go back. Stay.’’

And Michael understood. He picked Corey up, off of the ground, adjusting his mask as he sat him on his side. He looked around for a typical hiding spot, one he would use to jump out at someone. But all he found was a nearby booth. So he walked over with Corey, waiting until the fair was over and everyone had left. Michael and Corey never said a word, Corey just giggled as he walked around the inside of the booth, playing with Michael, who was waiting patiently for the cops to stop looking for the young boy.

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The next few months passed by quickly for Michael, he had to find food and clothes for Corey, who was growing quickly. But he had to be careful to stay undetected.

Corey would spend all day with Michael moving from abandoned house to abandoned house, sleeping in sleeping bags and playing around. Michael killed a few times, but never humans, he was a little too afraid of Corey seeing it. He could justify killing an animal. Not a human. Not to Corey. Michael decided to wait until Corey was old enough to tell him all of that.

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Corey was never sent to school. How was he supposed to go? Michael didn’t have money and school’s were picky about paperwork. So Michael stole some blocks with letters, and a few movies for kids Corey’s age. Michael set it up on an old TV he had found in the trash next door once and carried it from house to house for Corey now.

Corey could read quickly, catching on very fast. Michael would lie if he said that he wasn’t a bit proud. But he was itching. itching to kill. It had been years, and Corey was almost seven now. Michael had to do something. So he did. He found a man, older than 30 but definitely younger than 45. He took him aside, choking him then stabbing him in the stomach. The side. Over. And over. And over. Then, he heard what he had been dreading, Corey’s little giggle.

However, when Michael looked over, Corey was laughing, walking over and hitting his fists in the same motion Michael had on the now-dead man’s stomach. Michael nodded as he knew Corey was definitely one of his own. Not quite right in the head. Corey understood him and that was all he needed.

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Until Corey was seventeen, he was only allowed to practice on people Michael had already killed. He would always huff and cross his arms at Michael. But he simply shrugged and handed him a plastic knife (He got his first real one when he turned thirteen)

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I ran out of juice on this one halfway through. I just had to write it though. It was a really good idea. Might go back to it later.

YOU shall continue my legacy

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Y/N, Struggling with a puzzle: … aw man Donnie: I was summoned? Y/N, jumping out of their skin: HOLY FU-

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Y/N: WHO TOOK MY- Mikey,On the verge of crying: Raph behind him,already crying: Y/N: You know what? Never mind.

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Donnie: So if we were all in fatal danger and you had a chance to survive, you would…

Y/N: tell you I love you and drag your ass out with me or die with you

Dee:

Dee, holding back tears: No idiot. Fucking disgusting. Get away from me and tell me when you learn the right fucking answer.