Idontneedsleep671 - Needsleep

To Calm a Storm

This is the fourth part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie

Warnings: None

Pairing: Satan x GN!MC

Words: 1080

2:56PM

Satan resists a growl as he paces in a small, tight circle in the corner of the RAD library. His fingernails, which are on the verge of becoming claws, are biting into his palms. He hopes he’s not bleeding. He’s planning on meeting you, as he often does between classes, and that would be embarrassing.

Fuck, he thinks, as he wrenches his hands apart to see angry, red crescents on his palms. But no blood, that’s good. Either way, he can’t let you see him in this state. The very idea is enough to make him feel sick. Satan sinks into a chair at your regular table in the corner and takes a deep, deep, breath, trying to steady his nerves. Trying to forget the argument he’d just had with the professor of Pactology.

You’d once mentioned that slowly counting to ten was a human method of controlling one’s anger.

So, he gives it a try, and he can almost feel it working. Then he hears your voice as you say goodbye to some of your friends outside the library’s entrance. His eyes snap open and he puts on a pleasant smile just as you appear from behind one of the tall shelves. As you approach him, your own bright smile falters.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you ask, giving him a once over. Satan’s eyes widen briefly and he closes his hands.

“What? I’m fine,” he says slowly, carefully. To avoid it coming out from gritted teeth.

Your eyes search his face as you drag a chair over to sit next to him. After a quick inspection, you determine that something is wrong. “No, really, what happened?” you ask, placing your hand on his shoulder.

His eyebrows bunch up, “you can tell I’m upset?”

You nod, “you’re a good actor, Satan, but I can tell when something’s bothering you.”

Since the metaphorical cat is out of the bag, he sighs and starts to tell you about the argument he’d just had with his idiot professor. How she’d been giving the class the wrong information.

And when he raised his hand to correct her, she had to gall to scold and belittle him, as if there were no possible way a student could know more than her. Then ended her barrage against him by calling him the wrong name.

“She called you Lucifer?!” you screech, mortified. This earns you a glare from one of the librarians. You shrink into your seat until they pass by. Once the coast is clear, you ask again, in a more appropriate tone, “she called you Lucifer?”

“Yes.” he grits out, knuckles turning white as he grips the armrests. They’re probably moments away from being ripped off the chair.

“I’m sorry, Satan.” You rub at his arm in an attempt to sooth him. The two of you sit quietly for a few minutes. Your hand moves to his back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades. His eyes are closed and he subconsciously leans back against your hand.

You can feel the tension leaving him with every circle you make.

“I apologize.” he mutters, under his breath.

“For what?” you ask, hand temporarily stilling. He opens his eyes to look into yours.

“That you found me in such a bad mood. I was trying very hard to get myself under control.” he whispers. You smile softly and continue to massage his back.

“Satan, you’re allowed to get upset, ya know? That’s part of being... alive.” (You were about to say human, but that isn’t exactly applicable is it?)

“Yes, but—”

“No," you interrupt, “she was being unfair. She didn’t hear you out and she was being horrendously disrespectful. You had every right to be angry. As long as you don’t act on it, it’s okay.”

“Do you really feel that way?” he questions, with a head tilt.

“Of course I do. You didn’t destroy the classroom or threaten to disembowel her or something. You’re just irritated. Ya know, I’m surprised she started a fight with you anyway—”

“Because I’m Wrath?” he guesses, hurt written on his face.

“Because you’re very smart. And you’re the only one who gives half a fuck in that class.”

He blinks in surprise, then groans softly, “everyone thinks I’m just a copy of him. It makes me so…”

“I know, I know,” you whisper, moving to sit on the arm of his chair. He looks up at you. “You’re not a copy of anyone. You’re Satan. You’re the most intelligent, most well-read, kind, witty, handsome—” you slam your free hand over your mouth.

He smiles again, it’s genuine this time. You look away, face turning red.

“Um, I’m gonna go find a book on ancient pactology and we’ll show that old hag!” you say, standing abruptly before wandering off in the completely wrong direction. Satan laughs softly, then touches the back of his shoulder where your hand had just been.

He watches you stumble over your feet, then realize you’re going the wrong way. As you turn towards the correct section, you nearly walk into a bookcase. He chuckles again. His anger dissipated.

Something else flutters in his chest, he puts his hand over his heart. It’s not anger, or fury, or rage. It’s something much… softer. Lighter. Unfamiliar.

Once you return with a book, several hundred years older than you, you carefully set it down before opening it to the back. And as you run your finger down its index, Satan only looks at you.

If the books he reads are accurate, this feeling could only mean one thing. His eyes scan your face.

“Here we go,” you say, pulling the book towards him. Then you start to read a passage which probably proves his point, but the words aren’t quite registering. “See, you were right!” you exclaim, pointing to the words.

“Uh,” he glances down to read the details of how pacts were formed in the days long before your birth. “Of course.”

“Didn’t doubt you for a second,” you smile before looking up at the clock behind you. “Uh oh, my next class is in four minutes! I’ll see you later.” you say as you get up. You pat his head softly before exiting the library.

And suddenly his cheeks are on fire.

(He totally doesn’t sit there for the next fifteen minutes, imagining your hand on his back. And he certainly wasn’t late to class for the first time because of it. No sir.)

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Nice! Could I please requests yandere headcanons of ghost Michael falling for female y/n? I imagine that since Mike dedicated a lot of his life trying to undo his father’s legacy he didn’t really fall in love with anyone before. Thank you in advance for writing!

note: I AM SO SORRY these took so long to do. i would use school as an excuse but no im just so slow at writing lmfao...hope the wait was worth it :,) i really like the idea of ghost yanderes this was very fun to write

warnings: yandere (but like. soft yandere. sort of) also angst. hella angst.

Yandere Ghost!Michael Headcanons

💜 - I think that, as a ghost, Michael would reside in his old home where he grew up. Visions of him and his little siblings playing together, smiling, laughing, playing before his eyes. Places where they hid from their father when he was mad at them, and where they would all sit and watch tv together, in a rare moment that everybody was in a good mood. But nearly every room was empty now, save for a few pieces of furniture, and even those had been replaced. Walls that were once chipped and cracking were replaced with new fresh coats of paint, any sign that anybody lived there before was gone.

💜 - A short while after that, you end up moving in. Michael finds it odd that you moved into such a big place, one surely meant to house a family, not just one person and her pet. He can't help the twinge of anger that festers inside of him when you start to move old furniture around, or certain rooms of the house go neglected when they need to be cleaned. He knows this anger is unreasonable, and that it isn't your fault, but watching his old home change, new memories being made inside of it, pains him.

💜 - As the weeks fade into months, Michael finds himself getting more and more attached to you. His eyes follow your every move, gaze lingering on your soft skin, your hair, your eyes. He's tried getting your attention before, by trying to possess certain objects or write on an open notepad, but nothing he did seemed to work. Although you might hear rumors from others, of the tragic deaths of Michael Afton and Henry Emily, his presence would forever remain unknown to you. The most you'll ever feel is a little chill crawl up your spine as his spirit passes right through you, arms held out to wrap you in an icy embrace.

💜 - Quickly starts to pick up on your little mannerisms. Tiny, insignificant things like the way you hold your pencil, little inflections in your voice when you pronounce certain words, hell, he's even memorized the tune of some songs that you hum to yourself. And could you blame him? All there is for him to do is watch you (not that he's complaining), admiring you as distant or as up close as he wants, a silvery, wispy hand enclosed over yours.

💜 - He soon begins to regret his reluctance to find a partner while he was alive. His mind had been too preoccupied to process the crushing loneliness, the empty hole in his heart only growing more and more as the years carried on until he finally had time to process these emotions when it was too late.

💜 - Sometimes you swear you can see a shadowy figure out of the corner of your eye. When you're walking down the halls late at night, you'll feel the rush of cool wind whisk by, or a blurry figure will appear at the end of the hall for a fraction of a second.

💜 - If you ever brought a partner to your home, Michael would be despondent, his brain wracked with rage, despair, and regret. He knew that you would inevitably find a lover. He is unable to do anything as he watches the two of you hold each other, whisper sweet nothings into the other's ears, and do all sorts of activities together. He wishes he'd found you sooner, and taken you away forever, kept all to himself to hold and love unconditionally. But that chance had slipped past his fingers, and now he could do nothing but watch, lament, and regret.

A friend DM'ed me asking about Yandere Sun and Moon from FNAF: Security Breach, and I'm actually going to go ahead and post my headcanons about them:

(I don't know if they're given pronouns, in-game, so I'm using "they/them".)

Sun would be all about lovebombing and Moon would be all about control.

When their darling is cooperating, Moon would actually be very soft and soothing; they're designed to take care of napping children, so Moon would be great if their darling has nightmares or is trying to get to sleep but having trouble.

If you lay down when they tell you to, Moon will just quietly tiptoe (and soar) around, bringing you extra soft blankets and, if you can't go right to sleep yet, maybe some warm milk with honey.

While you drift off, Moon would stroke your back and sing lullabies. (They're creepy sounding, because Moon sounds creepy in general, but they're trying.)

I think the fact that, in the game, Sun still says their lines if you go back to the security desk while Moon is stalking you is a mistake, but I'll take it to be canon that Sun can still talk while Moon is in control and vice versa (since Sun's line about keeping the light on sounded like Moon talking). While Moon is putting you to sleep, Sun will sometimes come through, excitedly whispering about how much fun you'll have, in the morning. Moon shushes them(self?).

It's just breaking the rules by, say, getting up early or staying up late that makes Moon turn menacing. Naughty children must be caught!

Sun is never threatening, but they are desperate; they want their darling to be happy and having fun, and if that isn't happening, then it must be because you want to do arts and crafts or play on the fun slide or swim in the ballpit or do something you're not doing. How about some yummy soda? That will make you want to play!

Either of them can lift an adult human (of any size) easily (because it's FNAF and all these animatronics/puppets are unreasonably strong). If you stray, either of them will just carry you back to where they want you. Sun will act like it's a misunderstanding and you went the wrong way (and bring you back to the designated play area as many times as they have to, with no indication that their patience is exhaustible); Moon will pick you up and call you "naughty" over and over and pile blankets on top of you until you can't get up again.

Sun loves to play games.

Moon loves to cuddle.

They don't have a concept of adult human behavior; they're designed for children, so if they feel strongly for anyone, they express love in the way they would towards a child. That is to say, telling them how old you are won't make a difference. At most, Sun will just indulgently say "Wow! You're a big kid, huh? You've had a lot of birthdays!"

They also weren't given an understanding of romantic relationships, so the best they can express their yandere feelings is by calling you their "best, best, best, best friend", and their "extra-good friend," and things like that.

If anyone (animatronic or human) tries to find you, they'll just put you to sleep and hide you away, lying that they haven't seen you. Maybe they stow you in the castle, or maybe in the ballpit. "It's super hard to find things in the ballpit...but I know how!"

(WARNING: THIS ONE'S DARK, OKAY?) They are the type of yandere who actually might kill you by accident and then not notice. Moon just treats you like you're sleeping and keeps away the icky bugs, and then the daycare gets complaints for the smell.

“She loves to PLAY with (not eat) cherries 🍒”

(Source)

matching halloween costumes- obey me! hcs

Warning: Cursing

Characters: Brothers/Sides x GN!MC (Luke's is platonic of course!)

Words: 1544

✨My Masterlist✨

Lucifer

He literally doesn’t have time for this. He’s busy MC, please stop bugging him about matching costumes. He’s not dressing up for Halloween and that’s final!

Is absolutely appalled when you roll up dressed exactly like him, black wig and all. Everyone finds it hilarious that there’s a tiny, human Lucifer running around.

“Exactly what is it you’re supposed to be? Ah, the Avatar of Pride, who doesn’t have time for Halloween… Carry on.” (Proceeds to follow you around all evening, even though he was sooooo busy. He’s proud alright? And you’re so cute?)

Mammon

Fuckin’ loves this time of year. He will absolutely wear matching costumes with you! (He’ll try to claim he’s only doing it out of necessity. That, if you get lost, he can point to himself and say ‘where’s my other half?’ *cue blushing mess*)

What do you wanna be? Bonnie and Clyde? Bank robbers? Pirates? No?

Oh… Wait, you wanna be a vampire and his victim? Uh, sign him up, motherfucker’s got his teeth on your neck before you finish the sentence. (He’s only adding detail to the costume, chill out human.)

Might “borrow” Lucifer’s cape to complete the look.

“Hey MC! Do you think we could get into the Demon Lord’s Castle dressed like this? This cape has pockets…” (You have to convince him that, no, you’re not disguised that well. He’s wearing his older brother’s coat.)

Leviathan

Eh, he can wear cosplay at cons anytime of the year. What’s the big deal about Halloween? Where you have to go outside and talk to people? Puh-lease MC.

Oh… you want to…. Wear… You want to match with him?!

Bitch grabbed his sewing machine at the speed of light!

You wanna be Henry and the Lord of Shadows, right? Or, maybe some anime couple! That would be cool. N-not that it has to be a couple! But… you know… Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask… that would be cool right?

“MC, I, uh, kinda need to measure you so I can make your costume. I know it’s weird but— Y-you don’t mind?” (Proceeds to drop the measuring tape four times because he accidentally touched your bare skin. Dork.)

Satan

Yeah, okay, he can do that. He’s always wanted someone to match costumes with, but… none of his brothers ever dress up as anything interesting.

Perhaps you could be characters from a romance novel? Or a detective and his sidekick? Oh… you have something in mind already?

A cat-themed superhero. And his love interest? Do go on, MC. He’d love to hear more.

“Okay, so… what do I say when it’s time? My catchphrase? Right. Cataclysm!” (He wishes that would work on Lucifer.)

Asmodeus

He’s definitely gonna match with you! He starts planning before you can finish asking. What the fuck is the point of Halloween if you can’t be cute with your S.O.?

You could be fairies! Or cheerleaders! Or if you want to win the cutest costume contest, you could dress up as him and he as you. ;)

You like the faerie idea? Faeries it is!

He insists on doing your makeup. And picking out jewelry to match your costumes. And takes 2,000 pics for Devilgram. And-

“MC~! I think my fake wings are slipping off. Wanna give me a hand with them? Thank you dear~ Oh, it seems like yours are coming off as well. Can’t have that.” (*proceeds to wrap his arms around you to 'fix' your wings, which were perfect to begin with*)

Beelzebub

You wanna match? That’s fine. He doesn’t care. Give the boy some candy and he’ll do whatever you want. You wanna be something food related? Might not be the best idea. He might nibble your costume… just a bit. Hey, authentic bite marks!

But, yeah, okay, you can be a burger and fries. And Beel will definitely rope Belphie into being a drink. And the three of you are a combo meal. :)

“MC, do you think we could stop at Hell’s Kitchen on the way to the party? You look so tasty, it’s making me hungry.” (You get some food and keep a bag of candy with you all night, because being dressed as the Avatar of Gluttony's favorite food... isn't the best idea...)

Belphegor

Bitch please. Putting on a costume takes effort and this sleepy asshole ain’t doing it.

Unless… he changes form and you wear a cow onesie. That’s as much as you’re getting out of him.

“Beel… what are you doing with that drink costume?” (*scared cow noises*)

All Brothers

As always, any time your attention is up for grabs, the brothers are fighting over who gets to match with you. And… Well, what are you to do but start frantically googling group costume ideas?

You find that there aren’t many good choices for eight people. So you tell them all to vote between superheroes and Carebears. And… okay, maybe you rigged the voting. :)

And now they’re arguing over who gets to be who. Good luck assigning bears to brothers, MC.

“Okay, okay. Guys stop! I’m picking! Lucifer: Grumpy Bear, Mammon: Good Luck Bear, Levi: Wish Bear, Satan: Funshine Bear, Asmo: Love-a-lot Bear, Beel: Tenderheart Bear, Belphie: Bedtime Bear. And I’ll be Cheer Bear!” (*grumbling from Lucifer*)

Diavolo

It’s his birthday. And he’s always incredibly busy, but once you mention matching outfits, he’s more than happy to sneak away for a bit!

You can’t figure out what to dress up as, because it would be sort of… inappropriate for the prince of the devildom to wear something childish.

So, you just find the fanciest clothes possible and go as a fellow royal. He still thinks it’s wonderful, even if he’s just wearing his regular clothes.

“MC, you look…” (He loses himself for a moment because holy shit. You look ethereal.)

Barbatos

Sadly, he has no time for that. His job never stops. He’s serving at Diavolo’s birthday bash/ Halloween party.

You take him by surprise though when you show up dressed as a maid to match him. He’s utterly taken aback. Especially when you wordlessly pick up a tray to help.

“MC, you look… Well, I’d hire you anytime.” (*invites you to the kitchen to taste test something really quick*)

Simeon

Being an angel, he’s never really done much for Halloween. However, he’d love to match with you, as long as it’s nothing provocative.

When you suggest he dress as a demon and you an angel, he laughs. It’s a cute idea. Luke is, of course, horrified, but he goes through with it, going so far as wearing a headband with horns and a pair of fake wings.

“Come now, Luke. Don’t you think we look good?” (Luke: *searches for holy water*)

You don a plastic halo and wings made from cardboard and craft feathers, but he’s still amazed.

“MC, you could easily pass as an angel. You look divine.” (The two of you get some strange looks, but you’re both adorable.)

Luke

Everyone knows how anti-demon Luke is. But he’s excited to match with you!

The most you can convince him to do is ghosts. Traditional sheets-with-holes-for-eyes ghosts. Being a ghost turns out to be quite fun. Especially when you text Mammon and ask to let Luke scare him.

“Did you see that?! The Avatar of Greed nearly started crying; he was so scared of us!” (He’s positively giddy all night and you have to stop him from eating too many sweets.)

Solomon

He’s amused that you’d want to match with him. And before he can suggest anything, you declare that you’re going to be a witch and he will be your familiar. Deal with it, magic boy.

You think he won’t do it, but he shows up with cat ears and a tail, the product a spell. And a drawn-on cat nose.

You laugh so hard your pointed hat falls off and he retrieves it for you with a ‘meow.’

“MC, I’m honestly quite worried this spell won’t wear off by morning. I think I may have done something wrong.” (He stays by your side all night, meowing anytime someone gets too close.)

All Sides

You decide that, since your housemates are currently killing each other over who gets to match with you, you’ll do a group costume with the boys from Purgatory Hall and the Royals to teach them a lesson.

They all agree to let you pick something. And though they’ve never heard of the characters, you pick the cast of Scooby Doo.

Dia: Fred, Barb: Daphne, Solomon: Velma, Simeon: Shaggy, Luke: Scooby. A dog, much to his chagrin. You’ll be a Hex Girl or your favorite villain from the show.

“Well, let’s… wait. How does it go? Let’s split up gang! I have work to do.”

Deep sigh, “creepers. I… MC, this is ridiculous.”

“Jinkies! I sure hope that no one takes a photo of me in a skirt. Asmodeus, that means you.”

“Zoinks. I don’t think I look great in green, MC.”

“I’m not saying it, MC! I don’t care if it’s his catchphrase! I’m not a dog and this isn’t fair and—“

(No one knows who you are, but you still have a great time. And after the party, you promise Luke that you’ll never make him a dog again.)

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Turning Red as anime 🐼❤️🌈

I felt that

UTMV - Shadows of Things That Might Be

Summary: There’s nowhere else Sans would rather be than right at your side. When he sees his name written on your skin in shining letters, he’s overjoyed. For a moment, at least, until he sees you running to the arms of someone else.

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So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.