[CN] Li Zeyanâs Candlelight Date (Eng Translation)
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ăChapter 1ăÂ
After being stuck in traffic for over forty minutes on the way to the airport, I slam on the brakes once again, staring in despair at the unmoving stream of cars ahead.Â
The weather outside is gloomy, the sky overcast with heavy dark clouds, and the wind howls through the crevices of the car windows.Â
Even though the evening has barely fallen, the sky is already darkened completely.Â
MC: Feels like itâs gonna be pouring hard...Â
MC: I donât know if Li Zeyanâs flight has been affected.Â
Just as I am about to look up the flight information, his call comes in.Â
LZY: Iâve arrived.Â
MC: Thatâs great! It looks like thereâs gonna be a heavy downpour outside, so thank goodness you landed on time.Â
MC: On the downside, though, Iâm stuck in traffic...Â
LZY: Given the weather, I could guess that already.Â
LZY: Donât rush, safety first. Turn on your headlights and take your time.Â
MC: Donât worry, I promise to follow the traffic rules~ So, I must apologize to CEO Li and ask him to wait for me a little longer~Â
LZY: No worries, Iâll just take this time to think about what to make for Pudding.Â
The day Li Zeyan is returning from his business trip also happens to be Puddingâs birthday, and weâve planned to have a small celebration at home.Â
As I picture Li Zeyan making a birthday cake for the little kitten, the corners of my lips involuntarily curl upwards.Â
MC: Puddingâs parents are so thoughtful! The little birthday boy is blessed with the luck of tasty treats today.Â
MC: Rest assured, Iâll definitely get you to Pudding safely and in one piece.Â
LZY: With a certain someone âbraving the wind and wavesâ to come pick me up, Iâm already luckier than those who canât get a cab.Â
MC: Hehe, this time itâs my turn to be the prince who cuts their way through thorns and thistles to rescue the sleeping princess!Â
LZY: Well, it seems like Iâll have to wait a hundred years then.
MC: ...you just told me to take my time.Â
A soft chuckle transmits from the other end of the phone, and carried by the carâs stereo, it spreads through the entire space, giving me the illusion as if he is right next to me.Â
LZY: Itâs not contradictory.Â
LZY: Even if it takes you a hundred years, Iâll still wait.
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[Tidbits]:  This conversation here is a reference to one of Li Zeyanâs earliest ASMRs, âSleeping Beauty,â where LZY said in response to MCâs question that if he were the prince, he wouldnât let the girl he loves wait a hundred years. Whereas, in the reverse scenario here, he tells you that if he were the sleeping princess and you the prince, he would gladly wait a hundred years (ŕŽĐ´ŕŽ;âŻ) though, for a man who literally did wait 17+10000(*n) years for youâ a hundred years is, well, still unbearable to think about ahah (ďžŕ˛Ľç಼)Â
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ăChapter 2ă
I park the car near the exit, and as soon as I look up, I see Li Zeyan walking towards me, dragging his suitcase.Â
I immediately push open the car door and run up to him, throwing myself into his arms as hard as I can. Both his hands are occupied by luggage, and I collide against him so hard that he staggers back a few steps.Â
His familiar scent wraps around me securely, instantly dispelling all the tension and fatigue from the road. I nuzzle against his chest contentedly, earning a soft chuckle from above my head.Â
LZY: Why the lack of courtesy right off the bat?
MC: I havenât seen you for days, and Iâve made our big busy person wait so long. I canât afford to be polite anymore.Â
Li Zeyan smiles, lets go of the luggage, and draws me into his arms, lowering himself to rest his head on my shoulder.Â
A soft sigh sounds next to my ear, and I sense how exhausted he is. I put aside my playful thoughts and stroke the back of his head.Â
MC: I hoped you could get some rest after getting off the plane, but I didnât expect this weatherâŚÂ
MC: Iâll head out earlier next time!Â
LZY: You already got here much faster than I expected.Â
LZY: Letâs go, thereâs a birthday boy waiting at home. Itâs raining hard outside; Iâll drive on the way back.Â
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As we head home, rain begins pouring down in torrents. Even with the wipers operating at their highest speed, the visibility only clears for a fleeting moment.Â
Through the impenetrable curtain of rain, the emergency lights of nearby vehicles flicker faintly. The water pooling on the ground reflects the surroundings like mirrors, and the streets have transformed into an utterly bizarre kaleidoscopic labyrinth.Â
I hold up my phone to record the scene outside the window when suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning splits the sky not far away, followed by a rolling thunder approaching from the distance, pressing closer and closer.Â
I canât help but shrink my neck and set my phone down.Â
MC: This weather is just ridiculous⌠Iâm sure todayâs Moments posts are gonna be flooded with candid shots of the rainstorm.Â
LZY: A certain someone has made significant strides.Â
LZY: A few years back, you would get so nervous in this kind of weather that youâd grab onto other peopleâs clothes. Now, you'd just make a fuss about it on Moments.Â
MC: Huh? When did I grab onto your clothes?Â
I turn my head to look at him with a puzzled expression. Li Zeyan glances at me, and before he can even speak, a smile creeps onto the corners of his lips.Â
LZY: That time when you asked me if I dared to like you.Â
I freeze for a second, the familiar feeling of nervousness and anticipation surging to the forefront of my mind.Â
Memories flood back along with the warmth of my cheeks, as Iâm reminded of a similar night in the past mirroring this raging storm.Â
The pitch-black darkness that descended after the power outage was so thick that one wouldnât even be able to make out their own hand in front of them. I felt like danger, and the unknown would swallow me whole at any moment. But he was there with me, accompanying me for what felt like an eternity on that apocalyptic night.Â
Back then, I felt like I couldnât handle it on my own, so I wanted to cling to a straw, to hold onto this steady and exceptionally gentle person beside me.Â
Snapping out of the reminiscence, I clear my throat to dispel my embarrassment.Â
MC: Y-You donât need to remember such things so clearly!Â
MC: But come to think of it, ever since I met you, I donât seem to have gotten rained on much.Â
MC: Even if I forget my umbrella or canât catch a ride, you always manage to âscoopâ me up right on time.Â
LZY: So, as a result, a certain someone has developed the bad habit of not checking the weather forecast before going out?Â
MC: âŚIt clearly taught me the good habit of how to âscoopâ people up in crucial moments!Â
The car stops at the intersection, waiting for the traffic light. Li Zeyan casts a glance my way, his lips curving into a smile as he strokes my head.Â
LZY: Given that the person âscoopingâ me up is also the one I want to see, it does feel pretty good.Â
His warm palm rests on my head for a moment before sliding down to my cheek with yearning. A small sense of satisfaction leaps in my heart, and I smile, poking his cheek.Â
MC: I think I can understand why the prince braves countless perils to reach the princess.
MC: For this moment right now, Iâm willing to endure any hardship~
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[Tidbits]:  The call-back of the apocalyptic night is from one of Li Zeyanâs earliest dates, âDoomsday Date,â where MC asks him if heâd dare to like her and if heâd dare to be by her side even if doomsday arrived â and the rest, as they say, is history, quite literally in this case ahah~ (ŕŽĐ´ŕŽ;âŻ)Â
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ăChapter 3ă
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As I step through the doorway and flip the switch for the pendant lamp, to my surprise, the light flickers and then abruptly goes out.Â
The inside of the house is instantly taken over by the dimness from outside the windows. Pudding, who was originally crouching at the door to welcome us, lets out a yelp and scurries under the table.Â
My mind automatically starts concocting a horror movie scenario, and I immediately step back a few paces.Â
MC: What did the power suddenly go out? It was perfectly fine before I left...Â
My words are barely out of my mouth when a series of extremely bright streaks of lightning flash outside the window.Â
The howling gale rattles the window frames, while the water pipes exposed to the downpour on the side of the building, pelted by large raindrops, are making peculiar noises.Â
The continuous flashes of lightning project the wildly swaying shadows of the trees onto the floor, making the storm outside seem even more terrifying.Â
Li Zeyan sighs and steps forward, taking hold of my hand that is frozen in mid-air.Â
LZY: Are there any spare lights or flashlights in the house?Â
MC: Yes, there are, in my room...Â
While saying this, I clutch Li Zeyanâs arm and carefully start walking towards my room. A hand reaches out and pulls me into a familiar embrace.Â
LZY: Wasnât a certain someone âscooping people upâ pretty amazingly just now? Why are you so nervous now that weâre home?Â
MC: ...I guess Iâve been overdoing it with the horror movies lately, and the after-effects are still a bit strong.Â
I laugh awkwardly and, relying on the dim light of the flashlight, dig out a large, bulging bag from the storage box.Â
MC: Rechargeable desk lamps, some decorative fairy lights, and lanterns.Â
MC: They should work if we plug them into the power bank.Â
LZY: ...Thatâs it?Â
MC: They can provide light and serve as tools to set the ambiance. Isnât that wonderful?Â
Li Zeyan turns on a palm-sized rechargeable desk lamp and releases a small sigh.Â
LZY: In that case, the gift I brought you can also be included to make up the difference.Â
MC: Huh? What gift?Â
Li Zeyan rummages through his suitcase, takes out an exquisitely wrapped box, and gestures for me to open it.Â
I lean in closer and find a very charming candle holder with a glass cover nestled inside.Â
MC: Itâs so beautiful! As expected, CEO Liâs eye for things can never go wrong.Â
LZY: Simultaneously doing the job of adding flowers to the brocade and delivering charcoal in snowy weatherä¸ it definitely seems to be maximizing its value. Â
LZY: Come on, letâs go and light up all the lamps that we can use first.Â
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With me âlending a handâ by holding the flashlight through the entire process, dinner and Puddingâs salmon cake are soon prepared.Â
Pudding, who had been hiding in the corner this entire time, also forgets his fear under the temptation of delectable food and begins prancing around again.Â
After eating and drinking to our fill, I sit on the carpet with another small blanket, light a scented candle, and carefully set it in the candle holder Li Zeyan gifted me.Â
Li Zeyan then casually plops down at the foot of the bed where Iâm leaning, naturally stretching out his arm for me to use as a pillow.Â
I look at Pudding grooming his fur not far away and canât help but sigh with emotion.Â
MC: Time sure flies! Pudding has grown another year older. I wonder what progress heâll make this year.Â
LZY: He wasnât very brave when he was younger, but now he, too, looks after the house on his own and appears to be fairly calm and composed.Â
MC: Why did you use âtooâ? I suspect youâre insinuating something about someone else.Â
LZY: Just stating facts.Â
LZY: The way a certain someone acted when she walked into the house earlier didnât exactly resemble the âprinceâ who came to pick me up.Â
I glance again at the flashes of lightning and thunder rolling outside again, scratching my cheek awkwardly.Â
MC: The house just went dark all of a sudden; I wasnât mentally prepared.Â
LZY: What about now?Â
LZY: Are you still scared?Â
I turned sideways to watch him. The dancing candlelight paints his side profile in a warm glow, and the subtle fragrance of the scented candle melds into his calm gaze, making me gradually relax.Â
I hug his arm and pull him into my arms, beaming a wide smile at him.Â
MC: I have my âfragrant princessâ in my arms now, and I fear neither getting swept by wind nor being battered by rain any longer. [3]
LZY: Are we sure about whoâs in whose arms?Â
MC: Does it really make a difference whoâs in whose arms?Â
Li Zeyan gives me a look that says âwhatever you say,â and I smile victoriously at having my way before turning to glance at the pitch-black darkness outside the window. Â
The small lights in the room are mirrored on the glass, reminiscent of stars, blurring into a cluster of halos by the unrelenting rain.Â
Serenity and turmoil are separated by only a wall. I grasp his wrist and tilt my head, pillowing into his palm and nuzzling against it.Â
MC: Luckily, you came back today. Otherwise, I would have definitely dragged you into âsimmering a pot of telephone congeeâ with me all night long. [4]
LZY: That wouldnât have been too bad either.Â
MC: Well, thatâs true, but it would have made me seem like I havenât grown at all...Â
I raise my head and look into his slightly puzzled gaze, feeling a little embarrassed as I lower my voice.Â
MC: Iâm clearly not a child anymore, and many of the things I used to fear shouldnât be a big deal now.Â
MC: Yet when running into situations where Iâm not entirely confident, I canât help feeling a little afraid.Â
MC: For instance, a pitch-dark empty house, not being able to find the kitten, and a thunderstorm that I donât know when will end.Â
MC: I still canât seem to be like you, to be able to keep myself from thinking the worst regardless of the kind of situation Iâm confronted with...Â
I soliloquize in a whispered tone, and the palm Iâm resting my head on suddenly moves. I look up, and my fingers are immediately swept up in a reassuring warmth.
Li Zeyan is pillowing himself on my bolster, covered by a blanket that is clearly not big enough for him, creating for a rather comical scene. Yet, I find myself solely captivated by his extraordinarily serious gaze.Â
He quietly watches me like this for some time before finally opening his mouth to respond.Â
LZY: Then just be afraid.Â
MC: ...Huh?Â
LZY: Building courage doesnât mean you should be absolutely fearless.Â
LZY: If you have no reaction to the unknown and uncontrollable, that, on the contrary, is dangerous.Â
LZY: For a dummy, knowing how to dodge in the right direction at a critical moment is also progress.Â
He strokes the back of my hand meaningfully, and I clasp his fingers even more tightly in tacit understanding.Â
In moments of fear and anxiety, I always want to hold onto something, to reassure myself that Iâm not facing it alone.Â
And this man in front of me, as fortune would have it, always happens to be within my reach, catching my insecurities and leading me along slowly.Â
I think back to the first time I âgrabbed ontoâ him, the gentleness in his tone that I had rarely seen, and I canât help but laugh.Â
MC: Well then, it seems Iâve been making progress since the first time I grabbed onto your clothes.Â
LZY: Mm-hmm, it hasnât been easy.Â
MC: But I can only advance a little bit at a time. Iâve kept you waiting for so long.Â
The corners of his lips curl up slightly, and his eyes, sparkling with a smile, gently embrace me.Â
LZY: This isnât work; nobody is asking anything from you.Â
LZY: If youâre afraid, just light up a lamp.
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[3] LI ZEYAN WRITERS!!! CRIES AT THE SACRIFICE I HAD TO MAKE AND HOW THE BEAUTY OF THE WORDPLAY JUST GETS LOST IN TRANSLATION HERE đ anywho, as you mightâve already noticed, ârescuing the sleeping princessâ theme and the âseemingâ role reversal has been one of the running themes of this date. The term used here is č˝ŻéŚ (lit. meaning soft fragrance), which is usually used to refer to the delicate scent of a woman or a woman in general and, in the context of the times, a palace beauty. The full term MC uses here is 软éŚĺ¨ć (lit. meaning having âsoft fragranceâ in oneâs arms), which also conveys a deep emotional closeness, a sense of security and comfort as scent is something very sensitive. What the writing does here is kill three birds with one stoneâ (i) conveying MCâs âprince and princess role reversalâ quip, while also delivering the emotions of the candlelight monologue two sentences prior, i.e., (ii) the fragrance melding into his calm gaze, the vivid imagery of her sensitivity to his presence itself, (iii) the reassuring effect of his being.Â
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The night is dark, and the rain seems to have weakened a bit. I hug the blanket and squeeze onto the small bed with Li Zeyan. No matter in which position we lay down, most of our bodies are pressed against each other.Â
I watch the person beside me becoming a part of the scene Iâve been familiar with since my childhood days, and for a long time, I find myself unwilling to close my eyes.Â
MC: It feels so surreal to have you and Pudding together at my place.Â
MC: Itâs like having guests at home, but at the same time, it feels like welcoming new members to the family.Â
LZY: So, which one do you hope I am?Â
MC: Iâve long regarded you as the latter in my heart, obviously.Â
MC: However, this situation makes me seem like Iâm not being a gracious host...Â
MC: Having to deal with the bad weather is one thing, but who knew the electricity in the house would be unstable at a critical moment, and now my bed isnât big enough either.Â
I look up at the small pink pillow under Li Zeyanâs head and sigh softly. Li Zeyan, however, just smiles calmly and brushes aside the hair falling over my face.Â
MC: Be careful when you roll over. If youâre afraid of falling off, just hug me a little tighter~Â
LZY: [iâm cRY at how he just plays along with you haha] Itâs certainly something to be afraid of.Â
Li Zeyan says this as he gets up to turn off the lights, and the room is plunged into darkness once again.Â
I reach out my arms towards him and am immediately swept back into his arms.Â
MC: Thank you, CEO Li~ How about I repay you with a goodnight kiss?Â
LZY: Thatâs it?Â
MC: Then what else do you want?Â
I blink my eyes at him, and suddenly, he lifts his hand to cover my sight.Â
A soft warmth captures my lips, swallowing my confusion.Â
He holds me too tightly in the square of his arms, and his broad palm accidentally presses on my nose, causing my already erratic breathing to become even more difficult to maintain.Â
I punch him indignantly, and Li Zeyan finally moves his hand away, his fingers cradling my face.Â
LZY: Didnât you say you wanted to repay me?Â
MC: T-This isnât what I had in mind!Â
LZY: Is this not good?Â
His warm finger pads caress the side of my face in a back-and-forth motion, leaving me with no refuge to escape but to gaze into his smiling eyes.Â
LZY: Instead of letting your imagination run wild every time youâre scared, why not think about something that can put your mind at ease? Â
LZY: For example, me.Â
LZY: So, consider this as collecting a tip in advance to cover your memories. Â
A soft chuckle drifts from above me, and he lifts my face again. With the last hint of light also overlaid, I close my eyes, welcoming this novel memory pertaining to the nightâs darkness.Â
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The next morning, the sky finally clears up.Â
The entire city looks as if it has taken a bath. Under the early morning sunlight, there are glittering lights refracted by water droplets everywhere.Â
I summon every bit of my self-control and more to extract myself from Li Zeyanâs warm embrace and rise early to make breakfast.Â
Originally, I planned to have him take the day off and recover from jet lag, but as soon as he gets out of bed, he receives a call from LFG, saying there is an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with in person.Â
I watch as a certain someone at the dining table finishes his breakfast with a sullen look on his face and canât help but burst into laughter.Â
MC: Who knew even CEO Li could show such a ârebelliousâ expression about having to work overtime.Â
LZY: ...Itâs just that I havenât gotten over the jet lag yet. Â
MC: Who told you not to sleep obediently last night?Â
I stand up with a laugh before he can glare at me and push his suitcase to the door for him. Li Zeyan dons his coat, seems to hesitate for a moment, and then turns back to look at me.Â
MC: Whatâs wrong?Â
LZY: Nothing.Â
MC: It doesnât seem like youâve left anything behind, have you?Â
I look around to check while speaking, but I realize that Li Zeyan has kept his gaze trained on me, with no intention of searching for anything.Â
I blink my eyes, and an adorable guess bubbles up in my heart.Â
MC: Could it be that... CEO Li is unwilling to leave?Â
Li Zeyan grips the handle of the suitcase, averts his eyes, and smiles.Â
LZY: Let Pudding stay at your place for one more day.Â
MC: No worries, weâll get along perfectly.Â
He doesnât give a direct answer to my question, so I take it as his tacit assent and continue along with his words.Â
LZY: He ate quite a lot last night, so feed him less cat food today.Â
MC: Understood~Â
LZY: Be careful with the electricity today, and if you run into any issues, reach out to me right away.Â
MC: Uh-huh, anything else you want to remind me of?Â
I stare at him, smiling giddily. Li Zeyan opens his mouth, but in the end, he just displays a helpless expression and says nothing.Â
The rare instance of not being able to find the words to say, the rare moments of being dumbstruck and not knowing how to reply, the rare scenario of dragging his feet about going to work...Â
All of this shows that he is really unwilling to leave.Â
I smile even happier and tiptoe up to lock my arms around his neck. Â
Li Zeyan seems a bit puzzled, but he promptly supports my waist and arches an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.Â
MC: Hehe, consider this as a tip youâre paying in advance.Â
MC: This way, whenever you feel overwhelmed in the future, you will think of only me.Â
I mimic his words from last night, and even reach up to muss his hair.Â
LZY: Little copycat.Â
Li Zeyan seems to want to resist this âchildishâ act subconsciously, but his arms betray his honest feelings and draw me in even tighter.Â
He looks at me with a silly smile on my face, about to say something when I suddenly feel a tickle on my ankle, as if something furry is rubbing against it.Â
Just as Iâm about to look down, my face is pinched by someone.Â
Iâm compelled to raise my head and see the sunlight falling on Li Zeyan.Â
The locks of hair hanging over his forehead and eyelashes are all bathed in dazzling, golden-bright luster. He reminds one of a big cat who has just woken up, making people irresistibly want to get closer to him.Â
And he does exactly as I wished, taking the initiative to bring this warmth to me.Â
The distance between us is reduced to zero, and I naturally close my eyes, welcoming this kiss infused with the warmth of the sunlight.Â
Even if a person grows accustomed to the humidity of this city, they will still rejoice when the sky clears and the sunshine beams down.Â
Even for those who can see the person they love every day and kiss them whenever they want, they will still find that any small separation feels too long.Â
The meow of the kitten rises from our feet, as if it also wants to participate in this wordless goodbye. I gently bite Li Zeyanâs lips, and he, rather reluctantly, pulls back just a bit.Â
MC: Mr. Customer, youâre being too generous with your tip.Â
With his eyes cast down, he continues to gaze at me, his breath still lingering at the edge of my lips.Â
LZY: Because Iâve already fulfilled the conditions you set.Â
LZY: Now that Iâve paid double the tip, Iâm asking for an upgrade on the terms.Â
He raises an eyebrow, as if he is genuinely negotiating with me.Â
At such proximity, my mind is already a muddled mess, yet I still manage to capture the answer he desires from the look of yearning in his eyes.Â
I strive to muster my willpower, rise on tiptoe, and kiss his lips again.
MC: Then you must work diligently and clock out early...Â
MC: And who knows, perhaps Iâll suddenly appear when youâre missing me?
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Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst
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Mikey couldnât do anything right now. LikeâŚanything.
WellâŚperhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasnât doing 'anything' wasnât entirely true.
Right now he justâŚcouldnât do anythingâŚproductive.Â
For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchenâŚand leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food.Â
Which he fed all to Raph by the way.Â
Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'.Â
Besides, itâs not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a niceâŚcrunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Donâs inventions in this?'
Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.
Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of livingâŚit was just utterly boring.Â
And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comicâŚbut he was too unfocused to even get to the second pageâŚ
But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell.Â
His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.
For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (wellâŚas kindly as Donnie could be anywayâŚ) to brush his teeth.
To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth.Â
And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didnât mean to humiliate him internallyâŚbutâŚyeah.
And itâs not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldnât freaking accept that he himself couldnât do such a simple task in the morning.Â
But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!
Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time!Â
âŚAnd the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family havenât gotten sick of his annoying tendenciesâŚ
And letâs be for real hereâŚthat was basically all of his tendencies.Â
The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow.Â
There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pityâŚ
And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7âŚthe least he could do was give them some space.
The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefullyâŚ
âŚOne little sketch of something random wouldnât hurt, right?
The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects heâs drawn in the pastâŚsketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right.Â
That was until the orange banded teenâs pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.
That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it inâŚthat whole situation.Â
âŚThe situation he created in the first place.Â
Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.
Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toysâŚor better yet, another pencil!
But letâs be for real hereâŚheâd most likely find a way to fuck that up too.
Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikeyâs door butâŚin all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy.Â
The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.
Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, âDamn, MikesterâŚit looks like every single natural disaster went through your roomâŚâ
âIâm cleaning it.â The youngest grumbled to his brother.
âReally? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before thatâŚand the week beforeââ
âI SAID IâM FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!â The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did.Â
The youngestâs heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutantâs eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.
âI-Iâm sorryâŚIâm s-sorryâŚI-Iâm so s-sorryâŚ!â He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the otherâs shell in a comforting hold. âWoah woahâŚ! Bud, you have nothing to apologize forâŚâ The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brotherâs head.
âL-Like h-hell I donât. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reasonâŚâ Michelangelo wobbly said. âYou were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always doâŚ!âÂ
âMikeyââ
âI-I always do this. I-Iâm so f-fucking s-sorry LeoâŚâ
âMikesterâŚI-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isnât necessaryââ
âYouâre probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-Iâm sorry I justââ
âMikey!â Leo gently yelled to get the otherâs attention, squeezing the smaller turtleâs hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. âDo I look mad?â
ââŚN-No.â
âDo I sound mad?â
ââŚNo.âÂ
The second youngest sadly smiled, âSo what are you apologizing for, hm?â
ââŚI-IâŚdunnoâŚI-I justâŚI just felt I needed to apologizeâŚâ The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtleâs palm with his thumb comfortingly, ââŚDo you wanna talk about it, baby bro?â
The leader in blue was just met with silenceâŚwhich he could honestly work with.
âAngeloâŚyou know you can tell meâŚanything, right? LikeâŚanything. Although, it doesnât have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I justâŚdonât want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feelâŚâÂ
Silence. Leo continued.
âYouâre always there when we need you, Angel. Whether itâs to vent or to just ramble about shit, youâre justâŚalways there. We donât tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean onâŚâ
Silence. Leo continued.
âButâŚyou do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see youâre hurting, buddy. So pleaseâŚif you need to talk to meâŚIâm right here.â
Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leoâs hand, âI-I d-dunno. Today is justâŚweird. This whole week has just beenâŚweird.â Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, âHow so?â
âI justâŚhavenât been able to do anythingâŚâ The smaller teen admitted.
âWhat do you mean?â The taller teen inquired.Â
âI havenât been able to doâŚanything. Like, I canât draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboardâ isnât that crazy?!â The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.
âAnd itâs not like I canât do it. Iâm perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. wonât. let. me!âÂ
âI keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! Iâm tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!â Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook.Â
The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now becauseâŚholy shit he just overshared a whole lotâŚ
LikeâŚa whoooooooooole freaking lot.
ââŚThat sounds like you.â Leonardo shrugged.Â
In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. âIâŚwhatâŚ?â Michelangelo murmured.
âI said that sounds like you.â Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, âYeah. I heard what you said but that isnât helpful.â
âIâm just being honest with you, Mikester.â Leo said, âJustâŚlet me explain, okay?â
ââŚYou have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.âÂ
âDeal.â The lime green eyed mutant commented, âYou canât draw, cook or skateboard right now. Youâre procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you plannedâŚis that correct?âÂ
Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brotherâ which the other wasnât phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!
ââŚYes.â The orange banded teen mumbled.Â
âAndâŚwhy are those bad things?âÂ
âWHY?!â The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, âPfftâ youâre asking me why. Maybe itâs because itâs annoying?! Maybe because itâs frustrating to deal with and I donât want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I donât want to fucking feel or be this way?!â The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant.Â
The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. âMikey.â Leo started again, âYour being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.âÂ
âWhat you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff isâŚliterally you. Youâre just being you.â The slider explained as he held his baby brotherâs hand in his. âAnd I get it. Itâs hard to deal with it sometimes and itâs going to be hella frustrating. LikeâŚsuper borderline frustrating. But you canât shun them away and justâŚtry to ignore them, bubsâŚâ
âLetâs take moi for example. Iâm impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things donât make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I justâŚdidnât do or have those three things, right?âÂ
The youngest giggled wetly, âYeahâŚit would. A-And by the way, Iâm still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave youâŚâ
Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, âIâm looking for it, okay?! Itâs in my roomâŚsomewhere.â The taller mutant mused, âBut anywaysâŚback to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you canât do some of your favorite tasks from time to timeâŚthose are some traits that make up you, is it not?âÂ
Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, âYeahâŚâÂ
Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, âI wouldnât change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes itâs hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.â He said as his smile turned to a grin.Â
âYou can come to meâ to usâ anytime. We love you for who you areâŚyour flaws and all and we justâŚI-I need you to know that we love you so so muchâ!â The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the otherâs shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline.Â
âT-Thank youâŚâ The box turtle wobbly said through tears. Â
âOf course, Angel.â Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, âI love you.â He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.
âI-I l-love you tooâŚâ
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âTell your thoughts to shut up.â Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtleâs bed just simplyâŚrelaxing and enjoying each otherâs company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brotherâs legs as he had his shell to his brotherâs plastron.
Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtleâs head. âWhat do you mean?â The youngest giggled out. âI can hear your thoughts, man. Youâre not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alrightâŚ?âÂ
The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leoâs hand, âY-YeahâŚI know...âÂ
âIâm choosing to be here because I love you. I donât feel obligated to be here, okay? Youâre not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burdenâŚokay?â The slider said reassuringly, âItâs okay to ask us for helpâŚand we donât mind reminding you to do thingsâŚokay?âÂ
âYouâve said âokayâ like, fifty timesâŚâ
âMikey.âÂ
âMhmâŚyeah yeahâŚI gotchaâŚâ
The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brotherâs shoulder so they made solid eye contact, âI want you to say it.âÂ
ââŚSay what exactly?â
âI want you to say that you are an amazing person and you donât need to change a single thing about yourself.âÂ
âYou are an amazing person and you donât need to change a single thing about yourself.â Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngestâs interpretation to his statement, âMikey, you know exactly what I meant.âÂ
âI said what you wanted me to sayâŚsoâŚâ The amber eyed teen trailed off.
âMichelangelo.â The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the otherâs side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on himâŚ
Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way outâŚ
âŚHow wonderful.Â
âL-LeeheeoâŚdoohoo nahat.â The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the otherâs side repeatedly, âI just want you to repeat what I saidâŚin the first person.â The taller teen specified.
The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. ThisâŚreally wasnât how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.
âŚSo could he really complain about how things turned out?
âŚYes. Yes, he absolutely could. Â
âLeeheeon! Plehease dohonât!â The youngest squealed as one of his brotherâs hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the otherâs wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.
âLEEHEEHAHAHA!!â Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brotherâs arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngestâs plastron, âD'awwâŚlook at you giggling your head off~! Youâre my adorable little bundle of amazingness, arenât you~?â
The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, âSTAHAâ squeal N-NAHAHA!â
âWhat~? What was that?â The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtleâs hips. âGYAHAHâ squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!â The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly.Â
The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brotherâs hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. âLEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAHâ squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASEâ squeak!!!â
âNot there~?â The elder lightly mocked, âWhat aboutâŚhere~?â He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtleâs ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.
âNAHAHAâ squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHEâ squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!â The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, âIâve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?â
Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. âPLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!â He cackled.Â
âNot the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because itâs your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because youâre ticklish~?â Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikeyâs neck.Â
Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. manâŚ) âEEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!â Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed.Â
The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtleâs underarms. âAAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHOâ squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!â
Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teenâs eyes, he weakly hit Leoâs arms as a last attempt to be set free, âLEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!âÂ
âOhonly if you sahay it, bubs.âÂ
âIHIHIâ SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!âÂ
âYeeeees, baby brother~?â The elder dragged out as he kneaded the otherâs hips.
âIHIâLL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHIâLL SAHAHAY IHIT!!â The amber eyed teen squealed.Â
âAnd you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?â The older teen asked.
âSQUEAK YEHAHAHAâ SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!âÂ
Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. âW-WahaitâŚwhahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?âÂ
The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, âThatâsâŚa good damn question. I donât really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first placeâŚâ The lime green eyed turtle sighed, âForgetfulness at its finest...âÂ
The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, âWellâŚbased on what we talked aboutâŚcould you maybe justâŚy'knowâŚâ Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, âDo you get what Iâm trying to say, man?âÂ
ââŚI thihink I have ahan ideaâŚâ Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, âI shouldnât beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And Iâm allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things donât go my way because of them. ButâŚI shouldnât allow those things to put me down...â
Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, âThey donât define me as a person but they make me a person. I donât need to be at my best 100% and Iâm allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.âÂ
Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, âIâm justâŚbeing me. And thereâs nothing wrong with that.â Leonardo teared up at his brotherâs words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngestâs head.
âNever forget that, MiguelitoâŚnever forget that.âÂ
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