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kito-oh-kito · 4 months

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c-can we hear abt Caseys fam🥹🥹

Yes you can!!!! Ily anon

Casey’s family is probably the most developed thing about my au which is a little embarrassing but oh well (it’s all under the more because there’s a lot 💀)

TW FOR CHILD ABUSE ON THE LAST BIT (and dying?) it’s not too bad but thought it’s better to be safe then sorry

Okay so this is Zach Casey’s older brother and his wife Mackenzie

This is also them but teens

They’re in their mid twenties and newly wed 🔥🔥(their ship name is either Zackenzie or machary) they’re highschool sweethearts and I love them soooo much

Zachs the golden child well he was he was supposed to be the next in line for his dads gang but he decided he didn’t want to be a leader but when he told his dad that well he wasn’t happy to say the least, that’s when he really realised how bad his dad had gotten he wasn’t the understanding man he once knew, so he moved out as soon as he could he bought an apartment for him and Mackenzie and soon they got married, he meets up with Casey every few months to help them with bills and such just because he loved his siblings too much to leave them completely even if they have low contact.

This is Bridget the little sister she’s 9 and a massive deva she’s a popular girl in her school she’s apart of the ‘girl posse’

Her hairs actually curly she just straightens it to fit in she bleaches her ends and wears makeup, she stays out the sun so she’s lighter but not for too long or she won’t look ‘tanned’ she’s ashamed that she was the only one of her signings to get her moms skin colour she’s more ashamed that she didn’t even know her according to her dad she look ‘just like her’ but in Bridget’s words she ‘absolutely hates being compared to that dead witch’ she never means what she says but you can’t really blame her she grew up the only girl the only dark skinned (Ik she doesn’t look super dark there shhh) person in the house and she feels like an outsider.

Enough angst heres a fun fact

She’s deadly allergic to pineapples yippie 😶

And then there’s their dad the ‘big boss’ the deadbeat dad who has a gang and tattooes the symbol onto his kids Arnold jones

Believe it or not this is the only drawing I have of him I don’t like drawing old people but oh well ‼️

This guy his everything phobic (not the scared kind) he hates everyone and everything he drinks ..a lot and this is with his kids are most likely going to go no contact he drinks and is the leader of (drumroll) the purple dragons and he forces that role onto his kids

He wasn’t always like this he used to be fine when it was just him, zach and his wife but when Casey came along she almost died of blood loss and the doctors said they couldn’t have any more kids of course that didn’t stop them and she ended up dying when Bridget was born that’s when he snapped and ended up snapping and let the alcohol and violence take over his life, zach was his first son the next leader and Bridget was just a baby so his anger was taken out on casey, he was only seven when his dad started taking out his anger on him he didn’t know why he was confused as any child would be but that didn’t stop Arnold he’d become a cruel man that didn’t care for him.

Of course it got better sure he still takes his anger out on casey sometimes but it’s not as bad at when he was younger send some rip Casey’s (the aggressiveness included getting Casey totted earlier then zach did, smacking and dislocated shoulder ermmm….save him!!!!)

Anyways that was my rant on the joneses hope you like them we much I like them lemme know if you want a casey post 😪 or any other characters

#tw child abuse #tw death #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt 2012 #tmnt casey jones #casey jones #tmnt Bridget #tmnt angel #tmnt Arnold jones #arnold jones #tmnt ocs #original art #art #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt iteration #tmnt casey #casey jones tmnt

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pocoslip · 5 months

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Even though I want Casey Jones being Together with April O'Neil, I still feel Bad for Gabrielle, who still Deserves So Much Better

(I don't know if I should even get Neca Mirage April O'Neil so Comic Casey Jones doesn't feel Lonely or just wait for a Gabrielle Figure, which is very unlikely)

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clanofjones · 10 months

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Ghosts of Our Days: Chapter Ten

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Ao3 (working on updating from the shutdown)

Cowritten with @theosb0rnway!

Chapter Ten: Sleep is Not Listed in the Plan of Casey Jones

Casey's POV

It took several more hours and the police on the ground below them for Raph to get Casey off the rooftop and guide his ass back to the apartment. Of course, his first stop once inside was the ice box, but with his newest discovery, it felt strange. Which Raph should he kiss now? ‘Cause he could totally kiss both.

Both sounded good. Both was good.

Unfortunately for him, Raph had other plans, which included pushing Casey away from the ice box and onto the couch before asking him gently to lie down.

"No."

Raph's POV

"Casey, please-"

"I WANT THE ICE BOX."

"I'm right here, Case, you've got me-"

"I want the FUCKIN' ICE BOX, GODDAMNIT!" A fresh wave of tears down his face reminded Raph of the now very unrecognizable paint job he'd done on Casey's face. It needed to come off for his safety, whether he liked it or not.

"Ya' need to at least take that shit off."

"What?"

"If ya' won't sleep like a normal person, at least just wash the paint off in the sink." Casey looked mortified.

"No way in HELL am I taking thi' off!!"

"Your face is gonna get worse if you don't!"

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE 'BOUT MY FACE? ALL I CARE ABOUT IS YOU!!" More tears, falling down his face like a waterfall, making things worse just like Raph feared, but he had a solution.

"I've been teachin' myself to hold things while you were gone."

"What?" That was really Casey's favorite word that morning.

"I'm learnin' how to touch and hold things, Case. I can hold a brush now for like, a minute, if I really try." Casey looked hopeful, his eyes bright and his paint crinkling into a smile.

"YOU CAN DO PAINT AGAIN?!?"

"Yeah, babe, I can do paint again!"

"THEN WE NEED TO GO BUY SOME! I've got money I stole from the Foot punks! LOTS OF IT!"

That was great and all, but Casey needed sleep before he went out on another adventure into the city. He'd just gotten home after hours of crying on a rooftop! Raph was surprised that he even had any more tears in him, let alone energy, but that's just the benefit of Casey Jones: unlimited energy and lots of repressed emotional trauma.

"No, Case. Not right now."

His smile faltered. "Why not?"

"You need to wash the paint off and sleep. No buts."

"Bu-" Raph cut Casey off with a hard stare. "FINE. But I'm not sleepin' on the couch and no way in hell am I showin' my face, so you get the mask tonight."

Raph sighed. "I don't care what I get as long as you're healthy and safe. You know that, right?" Casey knew that extremely well, but would he admit that out loud? No way in hell.

"Whatever."

"Case."

"I said whatever."

"Casey!"

"FINE! I know. Just leave me 'lone! Now, I gotta go take this thing off. Thanks lot."

He did not sound thrilled in the slightest, so Raph got up and walked over to the window in the opposite corner of the apartment, as far away from the sink that Casey had limped to. He heard the sound of water running and Casey's many creative curses, so he was clearly doing what Raph asked. Yeah, he felt bad for making Casey take the paint off, but it wasn't healthy for his body and Raph could try again!

For now, he'd make Casey buy cream at the store to keep his face nice, and then once he looked better, he could take off the mask and don his signature paint all he wanted. Casey came back a few minutes later, standing by Raph with his mask firmly on his face.

"Better?" He snarked.

"Yeah, much better. Now my boyfriend doesn't have crusty shit all over his face."

"Hey, that was YOUR 'crusty shit', asshole, I was wearing it for YOU!"

"Well, don't. You're gonna get acne and nobody fucking wants that."

"All I want is you next to me and that ugly, horny motherfucker DEAD."

Raph couldn’t keep himself from laughing. "Hah! You said horny!"

"Shut up, peabrain!"

"Crustface!"

"'Least I got a face!"

"Douchebag!"

"Asshole!"

"Love you."

There was a moment of pause. "...Love ya too, Raphie. I really do."

"I know." He leaned his head against Casey's mask, trying to keep it so he didn't fall and go right through Casey's body. "Now go the fuck to bed or I'll find a way to unplug that damn freezer."

He could see Casey's horrified expression even with the mask on. "You WOULDN'T!"

"Oh, I would. Bed. Now."

Casey's POV

"God, you sound like Leo. Whatever you say, Raphie." He muttered sarcastically, stalking over to the freezer, kissing Raph's slowly decaying corpse goodnight, and crawling on top of it, curling into his usual position.

After weeks of adapting, his body was finally getting used to the temperature and texture of sleeping on cold, hard metal. Casey didn't care what Raph said, he was still going to do things his way. He needed that security, that sense of normalcy. Especially after finding out that his dead boyfriend is now a ghost that only he can see. What a day.

Five Months Earlier

Casey Jones just needed a break. Between not trying to flunk classes, daily hockey practice, vigilante patrol, and the problem that was Arnold Jones, he was just about ready to crash on his couch and call it a day.

Provided that the couch wasn't occupied by said problem Arnold Jones, which it most likely was. Before he could get home, however, his T-Phone started to ring. If it was anyone other than Raph, he would've smashed the phone on the sidewalk and run over it with his Heelys.

"Hey, Raphie..."

"Case! You okay? You don't sound so hot." For once, Raph seemed to be in a good mood.

"I'm always hot, Raphie, I'm just tired."

Raph rolled his eyes, letting out a soft groan. "Not too tired for jokes?"

"That's all I've got for today."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Anyways, I wondered, since today's a slow day, if you wanted to come over and watch Space Heroes with me?"

That was an offer Casey Jones couldn't refuse. He was at the lair in three minutes, tossing his shut aside and practically running towards the couch where Raphael was waiting for him. ,

"Woah! Slow down, Casey, I'm not goin' anywhere!"

"Missed... my boyfriend..." Casey mumbled into Raph's shoulder.

The turtle softened. "Missed ya too, Case."

And for a while, they sat there, filling their brains with mind-numbing cartoons until Raph seemed to feel that Casey was asleep, or at least relaxed enough that he felt asleep. Turning off the TV, Raph picked Casey up bridal style and carried him to their shared room, setting him down on the bed as softly as possible.

As it happened, Casey Jones was not asleep, in fact, he was far from it. It wasn’t often that he let himself take trips into his mind, preferring not to think too deeply most of the time cause it was just too much work. It also meant thinking about topics that he was scared about, like his father, his mother, and his own identity.

The last one was the thought currently eating away at his remaining brain cells, the one he wished would just go away. It all started with Angel's tea parties.

His little sister, ever the perfectionist, insisted that everyone who participated in her tea parties had to wear a skirt or a dress. She wasn’t picky about which. Casey didn't mind that at all, in fact, the part that scared him most was that he liked it.

He liked dressing up like a girl, acting like a girl, being a girl. Casey Jones was a boy, he knew that he'd always been a boy and that was fine by him, but he'd recently discovered that maybe he was okay being a girl too.

So, at night, in the comfort of his room, when Arnold was fast asleep in front of the TV, he put on that tea party skirt and called himself she instead of he, and as stupid as he felt, he loved it. Casey Jones loved being a girl.

He was obviously scared to tell Raph given that Raph was Raph. Tough, manly, acted like he was too good for Angel's tea parties even though he secretly loved them.

Not that Casey knew that part. Raph was his boyfriend, but even mutant turtles living in the New York Sewers could judge things. He figured he might as well try, and if it went south he could ignore his feelings, bottle them up again, and be the completely normal, trauma-free Casey Jones!

Right? Yeah, that would have to do.

"Hey, Raphie?" Raph jumped, not realizing Casey was still awake.

"Holy SHIT, Case! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Some ninja you are."

"Shut up." Casey went quiet.

"Raph?

"Yeah, Case?" "Can I tell you somethin'?"

"Sure."

Casey paused for a minute, then shook his head. "Wait..I...Um... never mind."

Raph's brow furrowed, and he put a hand on the back of his boyfriend's head, stroking his hair softly. "You sure?"

It was killing him, he couldn't keep it in any longer. Raph would still love him, right? Casey took a deep breath in, and blurted out: "I wanna be your boyfriend but I wanna be your girlfriend too!!"

Raph's POV

Raph blinked, trying to process what he heard.

"You wanna be my boyfriend and my girlfriend?"

"Yeah..."

"So... are you a girl now too?" He asked curiously, not wanting to upset his lover. Casey looked terrified and Raph could feel him shaking the entire bed from nervousness.

"Yeah..." He nodded.

Raph smiled, placing a kiss on his girlfriend's head. "That's pretty cool, Case."

Casey was shocked, to say the least. "Really? You're.... you're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? Now I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend all in one person! That's awesome!"

Casey felt like she was about to explode from the happiness, kicking her legs and letting out a loud cackle. "YES!"

"So.... are you... still Casey, or-"

"Yup! Still good ol' Casey Jones! But now I'm a girl too!"

"So do I... call you a boy, or, um... how do I-"

"You can call me a boy, girl, he, she, whatever! Just don't call me late for hockey practice!"

Raphael could now state with confidence that he had the most annoying boyfriend and girlfriend on the entire planet.

"So, do you wanna tell anyone else or just... keep it between us?"

Casey thought it over for a minute. "Ya think your brothers are gonna be like you were?"

"They should. We're mutant turtles, we're used to people reacting to us weird. But ya know Donnie will probably tease you 'bout it."

"Eh. I don't care what he does, he's pretty wimpy at insults. Nothin' like you, babe!"

Raph chuckled, remembering all the times in battle that he'd thrown some killer insult, and heard Casey laugh in the distance. At least somebody liked his jabs! "Thanks, Case. Ya know I love ya, right?"

"You gettin' soft on me, Raphie?"

"Only for my girl." Casey blushed bright red, biting his lip and burying her head in Raph's shoulder.

"FUCK, why does that feel so nice-"

"Now who's gettin' soft?"

"Shut up, douchebag, I didn't know bein' a girl would be this nice!"

"But it feels good?" He sure didn't get it, but if it made Casey happy, then he would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed that way. "It feels AWESOME. Like, like there's been a part of me missing for years and you just gave it to me with one fuckin' WORD."

That's what it felt like to Casey? Raph calling him a girl was that important? He'd never felt like a part of him was missing after he found Casey, Casey was the missing piece, as corny as that sounded to him. He would ask her more questions later, but for now, he was going to enjoy this time alone with his lover before the Foot attacked again or some random goon tried to threaten the city. They both deserved a well-earned break and a nice cuddle session after everything they'd been through together.

Not that the aforementioned cuddle session could lay to rest Raph’s own thoughts and worries. Moments of levity, whenever he, Casey, and the others weren’t facing mortal danger in one way or another, were few and far between, which made relaxing a feat only achievable by someone like Mikey, who Raph was sure was down a brain cell or two or ten.

Casey, for all her virtues, contrary to what Donnie seemed to be holding fast to, didn’t really relax anymore, and Raph had noticed.

Between school, patrolling, spending time with Raph, hockey, staying an active figure in her sister’s life, maintaining enough energy to deal with his dad, and probably devoting some time to thinking extensively about the whole gender thing, sleep, and relaxation were both about as frequent as a blue moon.

Which was probably why the vigilante was out in record time, snoring lightly as all the tension finally left his body in the way only sleep could do. If Raph held him a little tighter, it's not like anyone could prove it – not even Donnie.

The temperature of the lair was never really finite and pretty dependent on the temperature topside, and as they had quickly figured out, thermostats hadn’t been super high on Donnie’s list of fixes since the Kraang and the Foot had taken notice of them.

Because of that, Raph curled in a little closer, running a three-fingered hand through Casey’s hair. It was a little difficult, given how tall Casey was (and no, dickwad, Raph wasn’t short, everyone else except for Mikey and Leo was unfairly tall as fuck), but he managed, inching up so their heads were level with each other. It was also a useful position if Casey leveled a kick at him because then Raph was in a position to kick back as a gag reflex.

“G’night, Case,” he whispered, and Casey nuzzled in a little closer, and Raph felt her breath hitch against him momentarily before leveling out.

By now, he’d long perfected the art of sneaking Casey back into his room, sometimes seeing his little sister, and the little squirt would always promise not to breathe a word of it to anybody else, least of all their father.

Most importantly, he was able to sneak Casey into her room without waking said lover, which really was the kicker, given that most days, when Casey was without his corpse paint, he looked metaphorically dead on his feet. This effect was especially heightened on the days when he had his corpse paint, the poor girl actually looking dead on his feet.

He kept a careful eye on a small radio with an analog clock, the numbers flicking to the early, ungodly hours of the morning, the sweet spot where that god-awful douchebag Arnold Jones would be asleep, or at least so far gone that he likely wouldn’t register a ninja sneaking his son in through the window. And if he did, then there was a good chance it wouldn’t occur to him to inspect the room until Raph was long gone. Of course, there was a minuscule chance that Arnold would catch them, and in that case, Raph and Casey would snatch up Angel and get the hell out of there. If Arnold Jones had a few broken bones to speak of – that was, assuming he’d be able to speak – then it wouldn't be Raph, Casey, or Angel’s problem.

Raph blinked the lingering thoughts away, despite how much he wanted to let the thoughts persist.

Performing the difficult task of situating Casey in his arms without waking him, he peered over his girlfriend as he made his way to an exit.

Jumping across roofs with minimal difficulty, Raph picked out the Jones apartment. Honestly, the place looked like shit, but according to Casey, it had always looked like that.

As Raph touched down on his target roof, he slowed as a particularly hard draft of wind blew in their faces. They had figured out early in the game that the two combined forces would sometimes wake Casey, and Raph believed that Casey deserved any and all of the limited sleep she could get.

He took them down the rickety stairs that lead into a small balcony, and balanced himself on the railing, finding his center of gravity, before he leaped onto a window ledge, which had been graciously left ajar. Raph ducked into the room and dumped his partner on the bed in one corner of the room.

“Sleep tight, Case.” The vigilante let out an odd snoring noise like someone had plugged his nose in the middle of the process so that it sounded more like a ‘snurf’ than anything else.

Raph helped himself to a brief snort at the sound, and for a second, let himself just exist there.

He took in Casey’s room – the numerous hockey posters and equipment littered around the walls, a mess of school textbooks that spilled out of a broken school bag, a spinny chair in front of a desk that held the remnants of a rotting meal composed of something that smelled fit for an actual turtle. Raph couldn’t help the scrunching of his face that accompanied the aroma of it.

Raph took the largest blanket from an asymmetrical pile adjacent to the foot of Casey’s bed and brought it over her.

“You’d be a mess without me, Jones,” Raph muttered as he turned back to the window, allowing a genuine smile to cross his face before closing it behind him and leaping from the railing into the night.

A/N: Plan 10, bitches!! If you're going to tell me that Casey was being cis at ALL in that episode, then we're gonna have some problems /j

I feel you, Casey, gender's hard.

But yeah, this chapter was really fun to write! Oz and I hope you enjoyed!

#TMNT 2012 #Ghosts of Our Days #2012 raph #casey jones #angel jones #arnold jones

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twixnmix · 6 months

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Andy Warhol and Grace Jones attending Maria Shriver and Arnold Schwarzenegger's wedding in Hyannis on April 26, 1986.

#andy warhol #grace jones #arnold schwarzenegger #1986 #wedding #maria shriver #1980s #pop culture

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itsfootballbih · 1 month

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My two personalities:

1. I’m either fuming about something

2. I’m dissociating from everything

#liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold #curtis jones #harvey elliott #poor boy just wants to play🥺

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jarellquansah · 4 months

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two warm hands, open – a meditation on loverpool ♥️

jenny holzer / jürgen klopp / heather havrilesky / casey reiland / florence + the machine / @typewriter-worries

#liverpool fc #web weaving #this is therapeutical. to me #andy robertson #ibrahima konate #mo salah #darwin nunez #jurgen klopp #trent alexander arnold #alisson becker #thiago alcantara #dominik szoboszlai #cody gakpo #curtis jones #kostas tsimikas #diogo jota #ryan gravenberch #ibou konaté #jürgen klopp

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trentione · 3 months

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trent’s reaction to curtis’ goal is me frrr (proud)

#trent alexander arnold #curtis jones #liverpool fc

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womantoday · 9 months

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Grace was in the film (Conan The Destroyer) too. I liked Grace very much and I was the first person she called when she came to London a year later to do the Bond film A View To A Kill. But she was very hard work. I was responsible for choreographing all the fights, but Grace just had no concept of pulling punches. It was unbelievable. I had to pad up all the stunt guys with much more padding than was normal but she still managed to kick one of them and crack his ribs. I said, “Grace, we’re not doing this for real here. You’ve got to pull the punches.”

…the first person I saw (in Mexico) was Terry O'Neill, a weightlifter and a mate of Arnie. … I noticed that Terry’s nose was spread all over his face. “What happened?”, I asked. “Grace Jones”, Terry replied. She smacked him in the nose and totally flattened it. ~ Vic Armstrong (stuntman & filmmaker)

#Grace Jones #actress #music #models #Conan The Destroyer #movie #action chick #weapon #quotes #Arnold Schwarzenegger #1980s #celeb fitness #smile #flat top #bicep #horse #animals

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lecupids · 3 months

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been a while since ive done one of these so.. here u go bbs 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

dom gives me both of those vibes ok dont come for me 😣🙏🏼 + RARE CONOR SIGHT !! 🫶🏽

silliest team out there !!? (TL; @4nzo, @b8au)

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wharfs · 9 months

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ROBBO'S TOUR CHALLENGE

#darwin nunez #curtis jones #andy robertson #trent alexander arnold #liverpool fc #aka leng fc

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clanofjones · 10 months

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Ghosts of Our Days: Chapter Nine

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Cowritten with @theosb0rnway

Chapter Nine: A Better Life is a Boring Life

3 Months Earlier

Casey’s POV

It may not have been the worst day of Casey's life, but with his miserable grades and the first hockey game loss of the year, it sure seemed like it. All he wanted was to make his daily trip down to the sewer to visit his beloved boyfriend, but Arnold Jones had other plans.

"You're grounded." He didn't even bother to look up from his hockey game on TV as Casey walked in the apartment door.

"What?!?"

"Ya' heard me. You're grounded. Grades are shit, lost the game, I ain't havin' a pathetic son like you walkin' round outside this house."

"But-"

"No buts!"

"Fine."

Casey growled, "Guess I'll just miss my tutoring session then. That April girl's gonna be mad if I miss." He hoped the fake excuse worked. His father let out a sigh.

"Ya' got two hours."

Casey cheered internally. Yes!

"Thanks." He scoffed, setting down his hockey sticks, grabbing his math book as a decoy, and racing out the door to get to the lair as fast as possible. Thank the Supreme Pizza in the Sky for Heelys!

It took him ten minutes to get to the lair, making sure to keep track of time with his T-Phone. As soon as he saw Raph watching some old rerun on TV, he grabbed his boyfriend by the back of his shell and dragged him into their shared room without a word.

Raph’s POV

Hamato Raphael would never describe himself as easily scared, but when a random hand dragged him off the couch by his shell and pulled him into his room, he got a little nervous. Casey looked like shit, to say the least. His jeans were ripped (not purposely this time), his hair was messed up beyond its usual mess, and his face was set in that angry frown Raph never liked to see.

All signs pointed to a rough night.

"Case?"

"I got grounded."

"FUCK!"

Curse Arnold Jones for being the worst father on the planet! He wished Casey would let him kill that son of a bitch, but he insisted on keeping him around until Casey turned 18, for Angel's sake.

"Bed. Now." Things were going from bad to worse if Casey wanted bed action. "Need to be home by 6, you watch."

"Alright." Raph nodded as he flopped down on the makeshift bed, Casey climbing next to him and curling his lanky body around the turtle. They nuzzled into each other, leaning their foreheads together, sharing a soft kiss, and Casey wished he could turn into a mutant with the ability to stop time so that he could never leave this moment. If humans could purr, whatever weird noises Casey was making could definitely be the equivalent.

He melted into his boyfriend, letting Raph's strong arms wrap around him and hold him tight.

"Ya' fall 'sleep, you're dead, Raphie."

"Noted. Just get some rest, Case. I'll get you home in time, okay?"

"'Kay." He let out a yawn. "Night, Raphie. Love ya'."

"Love ya too, dumbass."

"Fuckface."

"SLEEP."

"Fine," the human sighed, drawing out the ‘i’ in ‘fine’.

Casey’s POV

And sleep he did. So much so that when he woke up, Casey was at home in his bed, with no sign of Raph, and his stupid math book sitting precariously on the edge of his cluttered nightstand.

He walked out of his room carefully to see his father snoring on the couch while his sister played with her toys in front of the TV. She saw him standing there, her face erupting into a grin.

"Ca'ey! CA'EY!" Casey once again thanked the Pizza Supreme in the sky, this time for his little sister.

"Hey, baby sis- OOF!" He let a grunt as she ran over and jumped into his arms, giggling as he spun her around a few times. "How was ya' day, princess?"

"Goo'!" She leaned into Casey's ear, whispering "Mista' Turtle was here!"

"Mr. Turtle was here? He came to see you?" Casey whispered back with a grin.

"Yeah! He put you in bed and hug me! I lo' Mista'. Turtle!"

"Yeah, I love him too, Angel. A lot more than he knows. Hey, did Dad see Mr. Turtle?" He hoped the answer was no. If Arnold saw Raph, the whole ‘wait till you're 18’ idea would be shot to hell.

"No! Daddy sleeping, Mista Turtle quiet!" She mimicked the ‘shhh!’ sound and Casey laughed with relief.

"Good. Thanks, lil' sis, I love ya' SO much!"

He kissed her on the cheek, setting her on the ground as she squealed, not prepared for her to hug his long legs. He almost lost his balance, but thank goodness he didn't.

"Lo' ya SOOOO much too, Ca'ey!" Casey didn't know what he'd do without his boyfriend and his little sister, life without them was just about the worst thing he could imagine. If only he knew how much time he had left before the world ended. Well, at least until his world ended.

Present Day

"RAPHIE?!?"

This just got real weird real fast. How was Raph, his Raph, sitting right in front of him, touching him seconds ago like nothing was wrong? That wasn't right, none of this was right, it was all in his brain, wasn't it? The only semi-plausible explanation in his mind screamed that Casey had finally lost it. He closed his eyes and punched himself in the forehead, hearing Raph call out for him, but without paying enough attention to decipher the words spoken.

When he opened his eyes again, there was Raph, still in his ghostly glory, staring at him in horror.

"I had to make sure I wasn't brain dead."

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'Oh', how the FUCK AM I SEEING YOU RIGHT NOW?!?"

"Ghost?"

"GHOSTS ARE FUCKIN REAL?!?"

"I guess they are now, dipshit!"

Casey still could NOT wrap his mind around this. He flapped his hands by his sides, closing his eyes again.

"That's it! I'm going insane! I-I'm turning into Mikey! I'm losing my mind, this isn't real, Raphie's safe at home, this isn't real, this isn't-"

Two strong turtle hands grabbed his cheeks and kissed him right on the lips. He could feel his Raphie’s lips against his, and for the first time in god knows how long, Casey Jones actually felt... happy.

Really, truly, deeply happy. Of course, he should've known all of that would go away in an instant when he opened his eyes and tried to hold the man he loved, only to see his hands move right through him.

Once again, this was something he couldn't quite process. His mind pulled to a screeching stop, like a scratchy, old record. He pulled out of the kiss as softly as he could while still confused out of his mind.

"No, no, no. No, no, no, no, NO! FUCK!"

"Casey, it's okay-" Raph tried to comfort him.

"I CAN'T TOUCH YOU!! NONE OF THIS IS FUCKING OKAY!!"

"Case-"

"Fucking figures after all this I can't even be with you again! I can't touch my own FUCKING BOYFRIEND!!!"

He started to tremble, feeling Raph's hands on his sides trying to steady him but knowing that it was no use physically. Emotionally? Extremely helpful, but not good enough. All of these events and emotions had hit Casey like a subway train and he was barely recovering.

He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but that failed too. Raph looked even more concerned than before, placing another kiss, this time on Casey's cheek.

"...Casey? Why don't we go back home, okay?" Silence. "...Babe?"

"I wanna climb in the ice box."

"What?? Casey, you can't-"

"I don't care if it's cold, I don't care if I die, all I wanna do is be with you and if that's how, then so be it!"

Raph’s POV

Raph's eyes went wide. This wasn't good at all.

"Casey, no... I know it's hard, but-"

"HARD? Easy for you to say, you can still touch the guy you love!"

"Please, Case, just listen to me-" Raph reached his hand towards the boy's arm, but he flinched away.

"I'M DONE LISTENING TO PEOPLE, I JUST WANNA HOLD YOU! YOU! NOT GHOST YOU, NOT FAKE YOU, YOU-YOU!"

"You go in that box and I'm going off to find my brothers," Raph warned.

Casey scowled. "I HATE you."

"I hate you too, dumbass." Raph joked tiredly, "Now please, you need to get home and sleep. No ice box tonight."

"NO!" Casey started sobbing again, dropping to his knees, too overwhelmed to do anything more than flop down on the rough cement roof once more and let it all out. Of course, Casey Jones' version of ‘letting it all out’ was nowhere near the normal way of doing it.

'Shit', Raph thought to himself, 'this is gonna be a long night.' And a long night it was indeed. It was spent mostly with Casey rocking himself back and forth, muttering random combinations of vowel and consonant sounds while Raph sat watching from a short distance away, too afraid to interfere with his lover's coping process.

Eventually, the muttering stopped, with Casey curled up into a ball on his side, whispering softly.

"Raphie?" Clearly, that was Raphael's cue.

He walked over, as best as his ghostly form would allow him without slipping through the ground, to Casey before kneeling down next to him.

"Can I touch your back?"

"Yeah. Please." He reached out his hand, and even with Casey's permission, the boy still flinched at the touch. By now, Raph knew that as sad as it was, that was just a normal part of Casey Jones, and having a boyfriend you could only seldom see was not going to make it any easier.

"Sorry."

"Why you sayin' sorry? I'm the one who got us in this mess."

"Casey, it was Super Shredder, there was no way-"

"I could've saved you, I know I could've! But instead, I was focused on O'Neil and I fuckin' lost you!"

"April’s important too, Casey, you didn’t know that-"

"I turned my back on you! The guy I love, I just turned my back on him and then I ran! I turned my back on everybody, Raphie, I can't go back now!"

Raph bit his lip. So that was why he couldn't see the rest of his family. Casey was so scared of what happened that he forced himself to go into hiding and made taking down the man responsible for his lover's death his only goal. He acted like he was completely fine on the outside, with that bad-boy persona that Raph knew and loved, but deep down, he was just a scared kid with blood on his hands trying to pick up the pieces of a happy life and get the revenge he wanted.

The turtle respected that, and he wanted nothing more than to help Casey carry out his plans, but for now, the boy needed comfort, and surprisingly, Hamato Raphael could do comfort too.

He laid down next to Casey, wrapping one arm around his chest, the other going to his hair, attempting to grab at the mask before Casey pulled it off himself and tossed it to the side.

At first, Raph wasn’t sure if Casey was enjoying the touch until he heard those weird soft gurgle noises that sounded like a poor imitation of a cat's purr. He sunk himself as far into Casey's back as he could without going right through him, waiting for the sounds of light snoring before leaning his head in and doing whatever it was that ghosts did instead of falling asleep.

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