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awkwardlyfangirly · 1 year

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hiya!! I had a request for a fic?? Maybe flustered Casey jr x Y/N crush 👀💕

omgosh yeah-ima-nerd i love ur art!! I don't have much experience writing for casey but i GAVE IT A SHOT lol hope u like!

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Casey Jr. x female reader

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They’re at Walmart throwing must-have present-time snacks and treats into the cart, shoving brightly colored crinkly packages in front of Casey’s face.

“These are the best!!” Mikey shouts, tossing a hard box of cookies into the cart. Casey smiles at him and glances around.

The light in the store is harsh and glaring, not like anything he’s used to from back home. Back in his own time. The air is artificial and the humans are calm and free and pick quietly at the shelves of plentiful food and it’s all so strange. It’s all so strange.

“Casey?” He feels April’s hand on his upper arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m good.”

He scratches at his chin and looks around again. No one is paying him a second thought. No one is paying any of them a second thought.

He feels cold. He’s wearing a jacket and long pants; he’s completely covered; but the coldness of this time seeps into his bones. It permeates him. He’s cold, cold, cold, always.

“These are a must-have treat!” Donnie tells him, gently placing another package of food into the cart. Casey smiles. He’s getting dizzy.

“I think I’m going to go get some fresh air,” he tells April, and she shoots him a thumbs-up.

The air outside doesn’t help much. It’s clogged up and cold and it burns his throat and lungs and he coughs and tries to breathe through the filter of his sleeve.

Sometimes he misses his own time. Sure, the world was ending and he lived in constant fear of the destruction of himself and everything and everyone he loved and he had to make do with limited food options but it was familiar and it was home. Now he’s… here. Wherever this is. Whenever this is. And his family will never, ever exist again. They’re gone forever.

And, much to his dismay, he starts crying in front of the Walmart.

He’s tucked up in a little corner, the sidewalk below him coated with black spots and debris, and he’s surrounded by cold stone instead of warm biogrowth and his entire family is gone and dead and erased and he’s angrily wiping tears from his eyes in front of the Walmart.

He hates this jacket. He hates these clothes. He hates his soft conditioned hair and his clean scrubbed skin. He hates these cold stones and the litter all around him and the oblivious humans just going about their lives like half of them weren’t Krang slaves in his own timeline. And he hates this stupid time and this stupid city and this stupid grocery store and the stupid snacks going in the stupid cart and the stupid stupid stupid everything everything stupid and he’s so mad and furious and guilty and he’s sucking in his breath tight and wiping his eyes faster and faster.

Suddenly he hears someone quietly approach him, their feet tapping on the concrete, and he squeezes his hands into fists and tries to wish them away.

“Hey,” the someone says, crouching down in front of him, “hey, hey, you good? You okay?”

He ignores her. Maybe she will go away if he ignores her. (Also he can’t speak. His throat is squeezed shut and he’s busy punching tears out of his eyes with his own two hands.)

“Look,” she says, “I get that you might want to be alone right now. And that’s okay. I’ll respect that. But I also know that you have to be at a pretty low point in your life to cry in front of Walmart. That’s like having a mental breakdown at a Denny’s. Pretty sad thing to do. So yeah. You good, bro?”

Ugh. She won’t leave until he addresses her. He grits his teeth. “Leave me alone. I’m great. I’m doing awesome. I just hate everything about this stupid place and I want to go home but my home sucks and it doesn’t even exist anymore, anyways. I’m stuck here. And I’m always cold.”

He feels her sit down next to him, back against the stone wall. He turns his face away, still swiping at his eyes and nose.

She pokes against his hand. He looks down sharply. She’s holding a packet of tissues out to him.

“Thanks,” he mutters, taking it and blowing his nose.

“Sorry you’re stuck here,” she says.

“Yeah. Me too.” He rubs at his left temple, right where he gets the headaches. It’s starting to throb.

She rummages in her purse and pulls out a shooter marble.

“Here,” she says, holding it out to him.

He stares at it.

“Whenever I really feel stressed or sad or bad,” she says, “I just kinda… roll it between my fingers. And focus on it, and how it looks. And it usually helps me calm down. I don’t know,” she says, embarrassed, her fingers twitching around the marble, “if you don’t want it, that’s okay, I just --”

Casey cups his hands, and she lets the marble roll into them.

“There ya go,” she says, awkwardly. “I hope it helps you. Sorry again, about your home. And being stuck. I’m really sorry.” She stands up with an oof and brushes off the seat of her pants. “Bye.”

She goes into the Walmart, and Casey rubs the marble between his thumb and forefinger and watches the light filter through it.

By the time his new family walks back out, their arms laden with plastic bags and snacks, he’s breathing evenly again. His eyes are dry and his nose is still runny and he’s thinking clearly again. He’s hungry, and his feet hurt.

“There he is!” April says as soon as she sees him. “I got worried about you!”

He smiles and pushes himself back up to his feet. “I’m so hungry. Let’s get home and try some of these snacks, eh??”

He has the marble in his pocket, always, and when it’s late at night and his mind is pelted with Leo’s last words and Mikey’s last look and the taste of roasted rat meat, he takes out the marble and feels its solid coolness in his hands.

He can’t stop thinking about her. Marble Girl. She sat down next to him and handed him tissues. Marble Girl. He can’t stop thinking about the random kindness she showed him.

Raph notices the marble one day.

“Hey, Casey,” he says, squinting at it, “what is that?”

“A marble.” Casey holds his hand flat and lets Raph look at it.

“Oh, pretty! Where’d you get it?”

“Someone gave it to me,” he says.

He can feel something. Heat, in his cheeks, on his neck. Persistent heat.

Leo leans over the table and gasps. “Ooh, he’s blushing -- Casey! Was it a girl?!”

“What? What are you talking about?”

The heat deepens, spreads.

“Ahhh!” Leo crows. “I’m right! I’m RIGHT! Who is it?? What’s her name?? Do we know her?? How did you meet?? Wha --”

“Buzz off, Nardo!” Donnie cuts in, shoving Leo away from Casey with one of his mechanical arms. He immediately drops his voice. “Do you want me to run a background check on her? You can never be too sure these days. Even April started working with the Foot Clan once. Sure, it was an accident and she didn’t know any better, but --”

“You’re embarrassing him!” Casey hadn’t even noticed Mikey walk into the room, but here he was, tugging on Donnie’s arm. “Leave him alone! Look at how red he is!”

The brothers fall silent and stare at Casey.

“Oh my gosh,” Raph says. “He’s almost as red as me!!”

He holds the tails of his bandana up against Casey’s cheek. “See?”

“Whoa!! Is it hot to the touch?” Leo scampers over, pressing his cold scaly fingers against Casey’s neck. Casey yelps and swats him away. “Please! Please let me touch your red human skin!!”

Casey feels like he’s on fire.

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They’ve left him alone after that, for the most part, not really teasing him too badly about his ‘crush on the girl who gave him the marble.’ But he walks into the lair one day and they’re all clustered around the kitchen table and they look up and over at him with mischievous, mischievous grins, and he stops in his tracks -- what do they have up their sleeves today?

“Guys?”

They all step back, revealing Marble Girl, sipping a juice box at the kitchen table.

She waves and giggles, her cheeks nearly as red at his.

Casey feels his mind short-circuit.

“We found her for you!!” Leo grins and throws out his arms, framing Marble Girl for Casey.

“Hii,” she says. “Glad to see you’re not currently crying.”

He can feel his heart in his cheeks. Thumping.

Mouth open. No words.

“Talk to him more!!” Leo encourages. “He’s just shy!!”

She glances at the mutant turtles surrounding her, staring intensely at her and Casey. “Um -- wanna go grab a coffee?”

They sit outside. The air is frigid, sharp against their faces. But Casey doesn’t feel cold. He feels warm. In his face, in his bones. Just warm.

She sips her coffee and smiles at him.

“I like your hair,” she says.

“Thanks,” he says back, and his voice squeaks.

He coughs.

She giggles.

“So you liked the marble?”

“I like the marble.”

She sips at her drink.

He bites at his nails.

He can feel that fire on his cheeks and his neck again.

“So, um, what’s your name?”

“(Y/n),” she says, and smiles, and reaches out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says, forcing his most-composed smile. “Casey.”

He grabs her hand. It’s soft, and warm, and he feels himself blush even harder, harder.

Oh no. She notices. She sees it.

He quickly gulps some drink and rests his chin in his hands, trying to cover up the red. His heart is pounding, his face red, his fingers trembling. She’s looking at him. Sweet, sweet Marble Girl -- Y/n -- is looking at him, directly and personally, from across the tiny table.

She folds her hands under her chin and stares him in the eyes.

He glances away and clears his throat, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously.

“What conditioner do you use?” she asks. “And where are you from?”

“Hmm?”

“Conditioner,” she says. “You have shiny fluffy hair.”

“No, no, um --”

“Where you’re from? Yeah, yeah, where you’re from. You said your home was gone. …Agh, that’s probably too personal, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I --”

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s okay. Um. Yeah, it’s a little hard to believe, but I’m actually from…” he lowers his voice mysteriously “...the future.”

“The what?”

“The future.”

“Ooh! Good one.”

“No. I’m serious. I’m from the future. Well -- a future that no longer exists.”

“What? Really?” She’s staring at him, eyes wide and curious.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, given that your entire family is giant turtles, that isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve encountered today.” She laughs.

Casey smiles at her, softly. Gosh, he feels warm. The air is nipping at his nose and he just feels warm.

“So,” she says, leaning forward and wrapping her hands around her cup, “tell me: how did you get here? How did a boy from the future end up in modern-day NYC?”

She’s looking right at him, right right at him, and his heart is thumping in his ears.

He can’t talk for a moment, his brain buzzing out of commission for a few seconds.

“Hey? Earth to Casey?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he blurts out, finally, surprised by the sudden sound of his voice. “Sorry. It’s just really hard for me to think when you look at me.”

“Ooh.” Her eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh my gosh,” he says, his cheeks darkening. “Oh my gosh.”

They just stare at each other for a second, their faces red, their eyes wide.

“Sorry,” Casey mumbles, blushing harder and harder.

And Y/n just covers her face with her hands and giggles and giggles.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt casey jr #casey jr x reader #my writing

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bathomet-writes · 1 year

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restoration

summary: Casey Jr. and you had been hanging out a lot, and you were happy to help him study and readjust to society. But you both needed a night off, so you try to have some fun and do something he wants to do...which evidently involves restoring a car.

relationship: Casey Jr. x GN!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, slight hurt/comfort, hugging, sfw

word count: 4,582

author's note: another request for @/snipersiniora!! 💕this is the last one for a while, but i hope u all enjoy!!

You've never been one for impulsive decisions. Hanging out with Casey, however, brought about many changes in your life.

“Hey, let’s do something fun.” You close the textbook you had cracked open, snapping Casey out of his brain fog.

“Huh?” He sputters, his head jutting up. He had been so ‘engrossed’ in your lesson that he almost fell asleep on the desk. “What do you mean? This is fun.”

Frowning playfully, you snatch away his practice test. It was only a week before Casey was supposed to take his GED exam and the two of you had been cramming night and day. But even you needed a break, at least a chance to get up and stretch your legs.

You quickly return the books and study materials back into your bookshelf. “As much as I like helping you out– don’t get me wrong, I do.”

Turning around, you were pleasantly surprised to find Casey already grabbing his backpack. He slings it over his shoulder and gives you a curious look. He wasn’t sure what you had in mind, you weren’t really one to suggest anything…fun?

“But, I had this idea…” You venture to look him in the eye, to try and take a more direct approach. “We could do something you want to do?”

Casey’s polite smile shrinks, and he looks utterly confused.

“Uh, okay. Well, I want to–” He steps forward, albeit hesitantly.

You blink and quirk your head a bit, waiting for him to continue. But all you hear is him shuffling around behind you as you both walk down your apartment’s staircase.

He catches up with you, suddenly aware of how far behind he was. “It’s funny, I don’t really know!” He gives you a good-natured chuckle.

You feel the corner of your lips tug, hearing his voice hitch up like that. It was how he sounded when he was relaxed, happy.

“What do you like to do for fun?” You call out to him and hold open the door to the alley. You both could decide on the way, but you genuinely didn’t know what Casey liked to do in his downtime.

Casey falters, stumbling over his words as he tries to rack his own brain.

“Uh…” He scratches at his chin.

Oh, right. You feel like an idiot when you turn to face him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…you know.” You wring your hands together, your palms damp and clammy. “Not much time for fun during the apocalypse.”

Then, he laughs! Why was he laughing? He almost doubles over and leans over to the side of your building.

Once he catches his breath, he stands up. “I’m sorry, your face was just so–!”

You puff out your cheeks, feeling a warmth prick at your skin. “Hey!”

“Sorry, sorry! What I meant to say was: I do like to build cars.”

“...Huh.” You pull back. “I didn’t know that.”

He nods, a bright smile on his face. His sprightly demeanor was starting to become infectious.

After a half an hour or so of walking, he regails you about his passion for cars. Having lived most of his life in a hellish, Kraang-ridden version of New York City, there wasn’t much to do in the way of fun. Traditional ideas of fun anyway. Fighting against the Kraang involved a lot of vehicles, and as you could imagine, there weren’t exactly any dealerships. Everyone, including his mom, had to learn how to build a car out of basically anything.

The materials were scarce though, so they’d often have to get creative.

“I remember, Master Leonardo and mom found this huge ice cream truck. It was honestly in really good shape, all it needed was shocks. Salvaged a V6 engine and boom, she was ready.” Casey stares out into the passing cars, his attention focused squarely on the window.

“Guess you haven’t seen any hot rod ice cream trucks around yet?” You smirk, tapping at your phone.

“Uh, no. But I have seen the turtle tank. Even for New York, that's weird.”

You chuckle quietly to yourselves, and you feel your hand accidentally brush against something. Was it the seat? No, it was too squishy. You give whatever it is an experimental poke.

“What? Do I have a stain or something?” Casey pauses his car watching to look at you.

You watch in horror as you suddenly realize that you were poking at a leg. Casey’s leg.

In an instant, you tear your hand away and try to cover it up with a stiff smile. “Yup! A stain, that’s what it was.”

Your subtle (or un-subtle) subversion seems to satisfy him.

Thank goodness.

“Anyways– if you wanna see some really crazy cars, we should check out the junkyard. Repo Mantis might be there, but I think he’s cool with us.” You furrow your brow and shift your eyes away from Casey. “Hopefully.”

“Wait, you mean it?”

He leans back over again, trying to meet your gaze.

Suddenly, the gears begin turning in your head. “Oh, we could go there and find a car! He’s got so many, he won’t notice one miss–” You cut yourself off. You didn’t realize that Casey was looking at you so closely, it makes your hands clam up again.

His eyes sparkled, and it almost looked anime-esque. His smile was pretty enthusiastic too.

You put your phone down. “Wha– Wait. Is my face funny again?”

“Little bit.” His cheeks wrinkle a bit.

What a dork.

“So you really want to go?” You shake off the feeling you were just experiencing. Was it affection? Were you sick?

“Of course I do! Just gotta text her I’ll be late…” Casey pulls out his own phone, swiping up to answer a message.

It was from Cassandra by the looks of it. Not that you wanted to snoop at who he was talking to. Absolutely not.

You were once a close friend of Cassandra, but you two hadn’t talked for years. Not until you found eachother again after the whole Splinter situation.

Childhood friends weren't all that common for people anyway, people change and so on. But you and her sort of drifted apart after your parents forbid you from associating with her. She was just very…bombastic. Too bombastic for their taste. Your parents, or you for that matter, never knew that she was also training to become a member of the Foot Clan.

Regardless, they just always kept you on a tight leash. The only thing that mattered in your life, according to them, was school. You were a smart kid, so studying and getting good grades came easy to you. Being a socially-competent human being was a bit tougher though. It was mostly from being so sheltered, you knew that for a fact. But it didn’t help that you were also just an awkward person.

Your smarts weren’t all that bad though. It certainly helped you out when Cassandra asked you to help tutor Casey. Regular high school was just so ‘blech,’ according to her. You couldn’t argue with that, so you happily agreed.

You were both pretty shy around one another at first. Making friends was another weakness of yours, and Casey was still trying to adjust to his new life. Being in a new timeline, dealing with the Kraang, saving the world, it would weigh heavy on anyone. But you were fine just giving him the space he needed. You weren’t all that talkative, so you just focused on being a good teacher.

A GED was all he needed to go out and get a decent job, so Casey was glad to skip the traditional high school experience. Trying to worry about studying, as well as socializing with his peers, was sort of overwhelming.

But after a couple of months, you warmed up to each other. Little moments in between having to go over math and english, or when you met up beforehand. You didn’t know it, but you secretly loved tutoring him. You had a lot in common, being relatively naive to the world around you.

Obviously, you couldn’t compare all your experiences. You didn’t know the first thing about fighting aliens, losing loved ones, seeing whole cities leveled.

“Here’s our stop.” Casey nudges you in the shoulder.

You’re pulled out of your stupor when you feel him pull you up by the arm. “Oh shit.”

You guess you were a lot deeper in thought than you thought you were. That made no sense at all.

He continues pulling you along as you approach the main gates of the scrapyard. His energy was a lot more intense than what you were used to. It was kind of nice seeing him so animated.

“So, uh– Which car should we take?” You correct yourself. “Borrow.”

“I dunno, they all look pretty…used.”

True, most of the intact cars were either missing several key components, like tires or seats, or just straight-up crushed. The toolbox you two had to work with was limited. Casey’s head goes on a swivel as he searches around for the right pile of junk.

“This one’s not so bad?” You walk away to kick at an old sedan. “It’s a bit of a mom car.”

It looked like it had seen many better days, but at least the axel looked okay. The tires were all still there too. Casey steps beside you, giving the car a good once over.

“My mom wouldn’t even look at this car if she were here,” he sighs. “Not enough flame decals.”

Thinking on your feet, you look over to a building standing next to you. It wasn’t standing so much as it was leaning, but it seemed like an abandoned shop. Maybe you could salvage this, pun unintended.

“There might be stuff in there we could use, if they haven’t rusted or been stolen yet?” You twiddle your fingers, feeling sheepish for no clear reason.

“That’s right! I think I saw a car lift in there too.” He perks up at your suggestion.

Yes, saved it!

Without thinking, you grab at his hand and pull him along to the garage. The act feels a tad weird, but you were too excited to care.

Casey, however, didn't seem to mind the sudden handhold. In fact, he seemed just as excited as you were. He had always loved tinkering with machines, and had been trying to fix up an old motorcycle in his spare time too. The idea of building a custom car with someone as interesting and intelligent as you seemed like a dream come true.

He smiles at you, for what seemed to be the umpteenth time today. “Look at this.”

Casey pushes past the dilapidated door, marveling at the inside. The outside might have looked bad, but the shop was nearly untouched by time. All of the tools and materials were there, dozens of shelves surrounded the garage. And there was a mint-condition car lift. His mind buzzed with all kinds of ideas.

“Repo Mantis must still use this place.” You run your hand on a workbench before you take notice of the dust on your fingers. “Or not.”

“I guess. But I can’t believe he has all this just lying around!”

Who knew, maybe he was just into car restoration. Casey had to respect the guy for that at least.

You smile, moving to switch on the fluorescent lights. “You ready?”

He blinks at the ceiling before turning to you. With a thumbs-up, he responds with a resounding, “Yup!”

Time to get to work.

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The two of you gather all the spare parts you could find in the yard to start with. Dragging the car around was much more challenging. After a few decent tries, you give up on pushing the car on your own. Casey gives you a hand and easily moves the car on his own. You hadn’t realized he was so strong.

For the rest of the evening, you toil away with Casey. You were pretty good at understanding the basics of car maintenance, but you were just going to leave the more delicate procedures to him. He was glad to have you as an assistant though, and he walked you through every step, from checking out the engine to replacing all the faulty parts. It was a long and confusing process, but the anticipation of building something from scratch kept them both awake and alert.

“Socket wrench? Where’s a–” He reaches around, grabbing for the invisible tool. Casey wasn’t always the best at keeping track of things.

“Not to worry, I’m on the case.” You assure him as you search around too.

You thankfully didn’t have to look too far though, finding it just beneath the car. It must have slid away at some point.

“Voilà.” You present it to him.

When he sees how easily you find it, his shoulders slump a bit. “Thanks.”

Laughing at him, you decide to try and gather up the rest of the stuff he needs. The next step involved the car jack and the creeper.

You slide both over to Casey, careful not to accidentally hit his foot. He looked positively absorbed in the car and was too busy to be aware of his surroundings.

“Ahh-!” Unfortunately, his ninja reflexes aren’t quick enough to stop himself from nearly tripping over the creeper. His foot slides backwards, threatening to topple him over.

“Jeez!” You launch forward, catching him by the shoulders from behind. “You’re pretty clumsy, huh?”

“Not usually.” He chuckles, allowing you to push him back up.

What follows is a brief moment of silence. You look at him, he looks at you. Both of your cheeks were slightly flushed.

Casey clears his throat and motions over to the jack. “So, we’re just gonna use this instead of the car lift. I don’t think I know how to work it anyway.”

You shrug, kneeling down to the ground. “You’re the boss.”

There was that feeling again. You felt flustered, too nervous to even look at Casey anymore as he got positioned onto the creeper. He was explaining all the repairs he was going to do, but you didn't really pay attention to it. You stare blankly into the distance and wrench up the jack, lifting the car a couple of inches.

This was bad. And just when you thought you were getting better at dealing with people. But you’ve never dealt with anybody like Casey. He intrigued you, and you had a bit of a clue as to why. You shudder at the thought, and you start to become flustered again.

You get so distracted, that you don’t hear Casey signaling you to stop.

“Okay, that’s enough.” As he sees the car continue to rise, he tries again. “That’s enough!”

The jack pushes the car up to an absurd height before letting it go, effectively trapping Casey beneath. You hear a loud THUD!

“MPPH–!”

“OH MY GOD!” You shout.

Scrambling over, you try with all your might to pull at Casey’s kicking legs. He wasn’t hurt, but was most definitely freaked out.

“Stop moving around!” You manage to grab onto his ankles. “I mean– I’m sorry!”

With one last pull, you see Casey’s oil-smudged face emerge. You slide him a couple of feet away from the car as it heaves back onto the ground.

“Ugh…” He groans, rubbing at his head.

“I can’t believe I did that. I am so, so, so–”

He cuts you off with an exhilarated whoop. “Wow! That was sick! Been a while since I’ve had my head smashed.”

You stare at him as he laughs in your bewildered face. What a jerk.

“Of course, that loud sound I heard was all the rocks in your brain being crushed.” You joke, smacking a clean rag at him.

You couldn’t believe it, but you were actually having fun rebuilding a car. Not quite as much fun as Casey, but you were just happy to be alone with him. It was a nice change of pace from all the boring studying you’d been doing. Casey's knowledge of mechanics and your keen eye for detail and organization made you the perfect team. You spent the subsequent hours welding, sanding, and polishing the car, slowly but surely turning it into something that resembled a drivable vehicle.

As you worked on the engine, the two of you talked about everything under the sun. Casey indulges your curiosity and discusses his other interests, as well as his dreams and aspirations. He discusses his love of hockey, but you already sort of figured that out.

“So what’s your plan? After you get your GED I mean.” You inquire.

“If I get it.”

You shoot him a confused smirk, handing him another tool. “You’ll get it.”

He rolls his eyes and continues working on fixing the gasket. You honestly weren’t too sure what he was doing, but it didn’t really matter. You were much more interested in picking Casey’s brain.

“I’ve thought about it. I don’t have that many practical skills anymore, not unless you can make money off of intense survival situations.”

“You can fix cars though! That’s a very practical skill.” You take the wrench back when he hands it to you.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t think about that.” He scratches at the side of his head. It was so simple, but he didn’t even realize.

“Who knows, maybe Repo Mantis is hiring. He could use a mechanic,” you smile, wiping the grease off of your hands.

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Casey blush a bit. It might have just been a trick of the light. He busies himself with the engine again before you can get a good look.

“That’s why you’re the smart one.”

–

It wasn't until the fifth hour of working on the car that things started to get a little more... chaotic. You accidentally spill a can of paint all over the upholstery, and Casey smashes his hand in the driver’s side door more than a couple of times trying to get it to shut properly. Despite the setbacks, you both found yourselves enjoying each other's company.

Finally, after a ton of hard work, the car was finished. It wasn't perfect, but it was beautiful in a weird way. The parts looked mismatched and sort of haphazardly slapped together. But all the internal components worked like a dream. You sat in the front seats together, admiring your creation. A profound sense of pride and accomplishment washes over Casey.

“Not my finest work, but at least it runs.” He sighs, turning on the ignition.

You bite back a snide comment, thinking that it must have been some kind of miracle that made the car come to life. You had to hand it to him though, the engine did sound pretty healthy.

“Well, we’ve gotta take it out for a test drive right?”

He slams his foot on the gas, the sound making you jump. “Seems fair.”

Casey peels out of the garage and out of the scrapyard. You hope that Repo Mantis wasn’t around to hear, but at this point there wasn’t much he could do to stop you. You drive up the winding road to a nearby cliff, the car rattling and hesitating with the rough terrain. Going up the hill made it really show its age. But despite the car’s worn exterior, the engine hummed smoothly, a testament to the care and attention Casey and you gave it.

As you approach the top of the cliff, he slows the car to a stop. You both look out from the windows to admire the view. The New York skyline stretched out, a dazzling array of lights and colors against the dark night sky.

Casey turns to his you, a weary smile on his face. "Can you believe how beautiful this is? I've never seen New York look so alive."

You nod in agreement, eyes wide with wonder. "The buildings look like they're on fire," you hum, gesturing to the glowing skyscrapers in the distance. "Even if we can't see any stars through all the light pollution."

For a good couple of minutes, you both stare out the windshield. Taking in the scene, lost in your own thoughts. The city below buzzed with life and energy, a constant reminder of the beauty and chaos of the place they lived. It really was the town that ever slept.

Eventually, you peek back over at him. The car radio was a bit shabby, but the sound of the station was becoming a little too loud. Casey looked pensive, like he was thinking about a painful memory.

You suddenly want to distract him from whatever he was thinking about, so you speak up.

“Do you like living here? You know, you could probably get a job anywhere. They need mechanics in other cities, ones that aren’t so expensive?”

You were currently living alone, having recently moved out of your parents’ home. It was liberating, if not a strain on your already tight wallet.

Casey nods slowly, trying to center himself. “You’re probably right. But, I don’t think I’ll leave.”

His words were heavy with a hidden emotion, and you feel your heart sink. You were doing a poor job of trying to lighten the mood, and you try to pivot to another topic.

“Uh, so–”

But, you stop when you feel a hand on top of yours. It’s brief, a fleeting touch that makes your voice catch in your throat.

Casey continues to stare out into the distance. “Can I talk about something?”

He was hesitant to bring it up, but looking out on the city like this, with you, was making him somewhat emotional. And he didn’t want to keep it in anymore. Communicating his thoughts and feelings was hard to do in practice, but he was getting better at it.

Immediately, you nod. “Of course.”

You hate the way your voice sounds when it comes out, barely above a whisper.

You wait patiently for him to formulate his thoughts into words. Casey was struggling, but he had so much on his mind. It was hard to condense it all into a conversation.

“What was it like where you come from?” You reach your hand to land on his shoulder, an attempt to ground him. “What did the sky look like?”

Maybe if you gave him a more specific question, it would help him to talk. Focusing on one detail rather than all of them helped you a lot.

Casey’s timid gaze shifts to his shoulder, then back up to you. He’s thankful for the physical contact.

“It was different. The sky was usually pretty dark, but when it wasn’t, it was always sort of…” He waves his hands around. “Red.”

Yeesh, that was a little terrifying. What could you say to that? ‘That’s rough buddy?’

You can’t help but shake your head in defeat, pulling your hand away. “How do you deal with everything?”

That was a loaded question, and it makes Casey laugh in spite of himself. With a dry chuckle, he moves to grip at the steering wheel. He felt restless trying to think of a serious answer, but he gives you a lopsided smile.

“It actually wasn’t all bad. I had my mom, and I was lucky enough to have met the turtles. They practically raised me.”

That’s right. You forgot that Casey knew the turtles from back then. Or was it after? Time travel semantics were sort of confusing to think about.

“Yeah?” You sheepishly smile back.

“I trained and fought alongside them. They were– are my family.”

You want to avert your gaze, feeling like you’ve been staring a bit too long, but you don’t. When he put it like that, New York suddenly didn’t sound so bad. Apocalypse or not.

As long as the turtles, Cassandra, April, and you were around, this would be his home. Casey stares unabashedly at you as the realization hits him, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. Talking it out like this, alone with you, was actually very cathartic. He wishes he could tell you how much you’ve helped him out, outside of all the GED and car stuff.

You were his stability, a rock that kept him tethered to earth. To his surprise, you shut your eyes and frown to yourself.

“You're a real hero, Casey Jr.” You exhale.

A hero? He didn’t really feel like much of a hero, he was just an ordinary guy. Well, as ordinary as a time-traveling, chainsaw-wielding, hockey-obsessed weirdo.

He shrugs lazily. “I was just doing what Master Leonardo would have done.”

Quickly, he backtracks. Your slightly bigger frown was just too heart wrenching to see.

“But, thanks. You’re sweet.” He leans forward, his face unconsciously closing the gap between you. “You’re…you’re a hero too.”

You throw him an indignant scowl. “You’re joking right?”

He scoffs, undoing his seatbelt to lean forward even more. “Of course not! You’re super smart, resourceful. Sure, you did nearly kill me with a falling car, but so what? You’re so talented and nice and–”

You nearly feel your soul leave your body listening to him ramble on. You weren’t at all prepared to receive so many compliments, but you don’t dare interrupt.

“And you’re my hero.”

Oh no, that tears it. Your eyes well up with barely-contained tears. You were at a loss for words again.

“I…” You try to say something, anything. “I don’t–”

Casey, giving you a sympathetic smile, pulls you into a hug from across the seats. He’s not a stranger to consoling, or being consoled, but he knew that sometimes a hug was a lot more powerful than words.

You sit there, tears flowing freely in a stunned silence. All you can do is move your hands to snake around his waist, desperate to bring yourself closer.

You were surprised at first, but you quickly relaxed into the embrace, grateful for the warmth and closeness. You sat there for a while, the only ambient sounds being the hum of the car engine, the radio, and the rush of wind outside.

“I know that there’s more for me to do,” he smiles into your hair. “But I’ll have you with me.”

Your chest seizes up and you hug him tighter, finally working up the nerve to speak.

“Do you think I could have you with me too?”

Casey tries to return the gesture and deepen the hug. It was a bit awkward, with the gear shift and handbrake getting in the way, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be there for you. The answer was obvious, but he assures you with a gentle poke on the tip of your nose.

He beams at you, leaning back to look you in the eye. “Well, duh. Doesn’t take a genius to know that.”

You laugh and bat his hand away, before you just sit there for a while, grinning like idiots at each other. You were enjoying the simple pleasure of being alive and together, that was all that mattered.

But, it was pretty late. You couldn’t sit there in your weird car forever. The night air rushed past as Casey drove you both back home, the city flashing by in a blur of color and sound. Admiring the view, he moved to look at you too. New York was great, but it was even better with you in it.

For the first time, the future didn’t seem all that scary.

taglist: @saspas-corner

#casey jr #casey jr x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #sfw #requests #can u tell i know v little about cars????

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chairwritexv · 8 months

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☏﹏﹏﹏[ 🇷 🇴 🇹 🇹 🇲 🇳 🇹

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝...

ʟᴇᴏɴᴀʀᴅᴏ

leo with a sibling that looks up to him

leo with a crush on a reader with audrey’s (BATIM) ink powers

leo with a crush on a reader that’s the drummer of his favorite band (part one) (part two) (part three)

leo with an embarrased!sibling!reader who enjoys girly things

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donnie with an insomniac!reader that wakes him up in the middle of the night for cuddles

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝...

sᴘʟɪɴᴛᴇʀ

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝...

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝...

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝...

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝...

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝...

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rise!boys with an insecure!chubby!healer!sibling!reader

rise!boys + april/cassandra/casey jr with a reader that likes getting roasted

rise!boys with a sibling!reader that plays a lot of audio memes

rise!boys with a vtuber/streamer!sibling

rise!boys finding an anxious!leatherback sea turtle mutant!child!reader

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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hello !! i was wondering if you could do any rise headcannons for a (platonic) transmasc reader who hates their voice and has a lot of dysphoria bc of it? thank you so much in advance ^-^

Amen 😔 Went thru this last year. If that's how ur feeling, I hope that you can find peace within yourself (and know that vocal training works wonders!)

You didn't specify characters, so I went with some fan favs. If you want more/a continuation, just let me know ^-^

Dysphoric Voice

Trans masc reader

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Raph

Can tell when something's wrong

He's heard about dysphoria in passing, but this is the first time he's seen you so out of it

Kinda just. Picks you up n holds you

Lets you cry if you need

Best person to vent to, 100%

Zero judgement; everyone has their demons

Leo

Starts cracking jokes as soon as he hears that you're upset

No joke (except for his)

Remember episode 1, when he said it's how he copes?

Yeah

Anyways

His method of attack: making you laugh so much/hard that you forget what you were worried about

And he will NOT stop until he's getting results

Donnie

May have a slight emotional disconnect, but he actually knows what to do

In theory, ofc

Recommends Testosterone, vocal training, offers to do even more research and become your vocal coach himself

Kinda deflates if you say that you've tried (the coaching, at least)

Not great with comfort, but he'll try

Mikey

As soon as he learns that there's something going on,

He'll do pretty much whatever he can to help you feel better

Even if he can't help with the issue itself, he'll try and help by distracting you

Has you watch movies, paint, cook with him, whatever

He just wants to make sure you can smile

April

She loves you

Know that, first and formost

So whatever crazy ideas she has all come from the heart

Sure, she lets you vent, or offers a shoulder to cry on

But she's a woman of ACTION

If no other plans of attack?

Will go with you to your doctor for recommendations, esp if you have anxiety

Casey Jr.

Has NO IDEA what the term 'trans' means if you started transitioning before he met you

As soon as you told him what was up, he was devastated

I mean

Sure, he had more pressing things to worry about growing up,

But your voice being the cause of mental anguish?

He's heartbroken

Doesn't know how to help, so he lets you vent to him whenever you need

Baron Draxum

Another one who has no idea what you mean unless you spell it out

Doesn't really seem like there's anything like that in the Hidden City

Unless..

Goes through all of his mystic magical stuff

Gives you a glowy choker to put on

Magically changes your voice 💕

Since if appearances can be changed so drastically, why not sounds?

Only one who can actually do anything about it 🙃

(Don't ask how he got the choker.. probably stole it tho)

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gaycrimesagainstmutants · 1 year

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First Kisses ft The Hamatos

Genre: Fluff

Sub-Genre: Hurt/Comfort (Casey's section)

Warnings: Light Movie Spoilers

A/N: Three fics in one day?...Why not four?

Raphael

Raph gave out affection almost as easily as he breathed. He heart was so full of love and adoration for every living thing around him. So, when he told you he liked you, you thought it was just him being Raph.

"No, I like like you," Raph said, after a few moments hesitation.

"Oh...Oooh!" You exclaimed, the few braincells bouncing around your skull finally meeting up to give you an actually clear thought for once.

"You don't, uh, have to get back to me right now. I can wait for you to figure out your emotions if you need to. I know this was really sudden," Raph said, rubbing the back of his neck with a small, nervous smile. Oh, this man was going to be the death of you if he didn't stop looking so adorable.

"Raph, I don't need to think on it," you said, placing a hand on his arm, "I like like you too." The phrase felt silly, you hadn't said it since you were in elementary school, but the grin that spread on Raph's face was worth it

Raph gave out affection as easily as he breathed, so was it really that surprising that he pulled you into a kiss no sooner after you told him the words he'd been hoping to hear for months?

Michelangelo

It's family game night, and you being Mikey's special someone (Leo's words, not yours) made you apart of the family. So, you were invited and somehow found yourself in a heated Just Dance battle with Donnie.

"Just give up, my overconfident fellow. You're no match for THE Bootyyyshaker9000!" Donnie exclaimed.

"Oh please. I can take you anyday, Donnie!" You snapped back, hitting all the moves with just as many Perfects and Radicals as he was. It was honestly surprising how good you were at this, or maybe it was just the adrenaline of being able to go against Donnie.

Somehow, by some miracle, you had won. By a singular point, like Sans had beaten Reigen, you had won. And while Donnie was processing the fact that he lost, Mikey was already up and cheering for you.

"You did it! You did it!" Mikey yelled, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around. "That's my awesome boyfriend!" You giggled as Mikey put you back on the ground, but didn't give you a chance to breathe as you pulled into a hug tight enough to reshape your spinal cord.

"Mikey," you groaned, slapping him arm slightly to get him to let go. Which he did, if only enough to let you breathe.

"Oh, right! Almost forgot! Can't have a victor without a prize!" Mikey exclaimed. You had raised an eyebrow, about to ask what in the world he meant, before his lips came in contact with yours.

Yeah...yeah. You liked this prize.

Casey Jones Jr

Casey hasn't left the spare room since they got back to the Lair. He only left to get some food or use the bathroom, but he didn't stick around to talk. It's been weeks.

The brothers sent you. You were the only one who could get him to talk. So, you slowly openned the curtain to the spare room as to not spook him. Casey had his back turned to you, but he turned around the moment you set foot in the door. It was kinda creepy.

"Hey," you whispered, sitting down next to him.

"Hey," he whispered back.

"Wanna talk about it?" You asked.

"I'm just processing. It's finnaly hit me that...I'm not gonna see them anymore. Master Leonardo, Mystic Michelangelo, Commander O'Neil, any of them. I have them, they're waiting outside, but it's not them. The people who raised me, grew up with me, they're gone. Now, I'm just about if not the same age as the man who raised me. I'm actually meeting Raphael for the first time, instead of just fuzzy memories from when I was a little kid. I'm sitting next to someone who I had heard stories about and admired for years. It's just...so surreal," Casey rambled, holding his head in his hands.

"Well...I guess you'll just have the chance to make some new memories," You said. Casey lifted his head to look at you, skeptical. "It's an awful situation, I get it. But it's up to you to make it a good one."

Casey let out a weak chuckle, wiping the forming tears from his eyes. "Spoken like a true Corporal," he said. You raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Corporal?" You asked, laughing under your breath as you leaned in a little closer to him. "I like the sound of that."

When your lips met his, it felt cosmically right.

Leonardo

Leo and you panted as Leo slammed the manhole cover shut.

"What was that?!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. Leo had taken you on a date to this 'cool city under New York,' but you guys got run out two hours in from this gaint crazy spider lady!

"Uh, Big Mama," Leo mumbled, sliding down the ladder to meet you on the sewer floor, "She sorta has the entire place under her boot."

"Seriously?! You thought bringing me there was a good idea?" You exclaimed. Leo sunk back, hugging himself.

"I just thought-" he startes, before you cut him off.

"Cause it absolutely WAS!" You exclaimed, throwing an arm around his shoulder, "Oh my god, that was so cool! Like, yeah, we almost died, but that was the most INSANE first date I've ever been on!"

Leo's previous frown turned into a tentative grin. "Really?" You nodded, kissing his cheek.

"Really," you replied.

Leo's grin widened. "That's great! Wow, was I scared. I thought you'd hate me or something," he said with a relived sigh. A moment passed, before a smirk grew on hif face. "Also, I think you missed earlier."

With a roll of your eyes, you pressed your lips to his for a split second. "Happy?"

Leo shrugged, "It'll do, babe."

Donatello

Today was a slow day. Donnie was working on something, and you were sat in a chair out of his way in his lap, spinning it around as you scrolled mindlessly through YouTube Shorts.

"Dad 2," SHELLDON said, flying over to you and pushing his metal face against your cheek, "Father 2. Papa-"

"What is it?" You asked calmly, putting your phone down.

"I want affection. Father 1 is busy," SHELLDON said. With a fond sigh and a smile, you held the robot helper by the sides of his face, peppering kisses along the top of his head. He let out a happy laugh. "Thank you," he said.

"No problem, son," you said, gently motioning for him to move along, which he did happily. You didn't mind the father-son dynamic you had, but as you glanced at Donnie's hunched over figure, you could tell he had a problem with it.

"What's up, Don?" You asked.

Donnie paused his work, like he had just been caught with his hand in the jar, before going back to his work. "Perhaps Father 1 wishes for some affection as well," he mumbled. You laughed under your breath, standing up and walking over to your boyfriend.

He left out a small, confused noise, sitting up as you put a hand on the back of his spinny chair and spun him around to face you. "Are you actually-" he was cut of by your lips falling in line with his. It was only for a few seconds, but when you pulled back, you were fairly sure you broke him.

Until he suddenly happy wiggled in his chair, hands flapping excitedly. You chuckled, nowing you made the right move that day.

#rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt x reader #donatello x male reader #donatello x reader #leonardo x male reader #leonardo x reader #raphael x male reader #raphael x reader #casey jones jr x male reader #casey jones jr x reader #michelangelo x male reader #michelangelo x reader

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niphredil-14 · 4 months

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ROTTMNT CASEY JR POST MOVIE HEADCANONS

I have not seen nearly enough content for my sweet angel baby boy so here are a few of my hcs.

PLEASE SEND IN SOME TNT REQUESTS!! I WRITE FOR LEO, DONNIE, RAPH, APRIL, CASEY, CASSANDRA, CASEY JR, AND KARAI

First off, I feel like Casey would be so stoked to find his mom. He's aware of the fact that she's not really his mom yet, and because of that, might hesitate to reach out to her, but that won't last long. He won't last two weeks. I feel like he would probably have the turtles help him out with reaching out to her, and would have them explain that her son time traveled back from the future so that she knows what's going on and has time to process before he just shows up like, "hi mom c:" He's just emotionally smart like that. I just know that Cassandra would be so excited. He moves out of the sewers and in with her, and I feel like it would be a super healing experience for him. He is an active participant in the non-girl scout girl scouts. They take turns braiding his hair, and Casandra teaches him to do makeup!

Speaking of hair and makeup, I feel like Casey would refuse to settle on one aesthetic. He had very little options when it came to clothes during the apocalypse, and most of it was for tactical and practical purposes, not style, so given the chance to experiment with his self-expression. While he'll never settle on just one style, I feel like an alt/grunge aesthetic would be one of his go-to's. He just really likes it. I feel like he would do that thing where he just covers his eyelids in black eyeshadow and just smudges it all around with his finger and calls it a day, but he really pulls it off well! A gauge earring truther. I feel like he'd also have snake bites, and various other piercings. Also has a slit in his eyebrow. I feel like his go-to hairstyle would be either a man-bun or a half-up-half-down style, just to keep it all out of his face while he's going about his day.

I can see him having Donnie tutor him so that he can get his GED. Part of him would really want to go to high school, but considering all the years he missed, he'd have a lot of catch up to do, and it just wouldn't be worth it for him. Once he gets his GED I think he would start with some community college courses, probably with a focus on engineering and humanities/political sciences.

He'd probably start off working retail and fast food jobs with April, and every time he deals with an asshole customer, he would joke about regretting saving the world because it meant that they were alive, or about having Mikey send them to the future. He doesn't mean it though, he's too sweet, he just gets pissy about how ungrateful people are when he had literally nothing his entire childhood, and grew up without tomorrow guaranteed.

I feel like as much as he loves the city, and seeing all the life within it, he loves rural landscaped even more. A real sucker for nature. I don't think there would have been much greenery around him in his childhood, so it's just one more thing that gets him all in his feels about how beautiful it is and how lucky he is to see it.

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ghostytoad · 6 months

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* Fun n' Games *

ROTTMNT Boys x GN! Leo-esque reader who enjoys drama, making jokes, and being overall awesome

Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for the smug, but genuine, fun-loving reader despite their egocentric habits

Headcanons for: Casey Jones

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff; Mild angst || Words: 1.2k

Raph | Donnie | Leo | Mikey

Casey Jones Jr.

the moment the boy lays eyes on y/n and sees their easy-going nature, he is head over heels. the emotion practically hits him like a truck and it's all so… new?

it's something he can't initially explain and for a little while, he worries that he's dying or sick from the new york air - he will constantly check in with donnie and ask for every test under the sun to determine the cause

all he knows is that when y/n is around, his face gets hot, his knees are weak, his palms start sweating, and his heart beats wildly in his chest. being an apocalypse survivor, this adrenaline-like feeling can only be attributed to danger or shock

and as far he knows, y/n doesn't pose any danger, right? they've been like family to him and he sees so many admirable traits in them that he had once seen in his sensei (who happened to be the greatest ninja ever); he's genuinely confused by the whole thing

he might try to keep his distance until he figures out why this is happening, but he won't say no to joining y/n on little adventures. he enjoys the company and he especially appreciates how helpful they've been in getting him adjusted to life in present-day new york

"hey, why don't i come along? i'm sure you can handle yourself but i'd be happy to be there for you."

he can't help but compare a lot of what y/n does to how his sensei was in his old timeline. he doesn't mean to do it, he just misses his old mentor and y/n's presence is a familiar comfort to him. leo is great and all, but there's something special about y/n.

casey deals with some pretty major insomnia and when he finds it hard to sleep at night, the first thing he does is call up y/n. they thankfully answer every time and their voice easily manages to soothe the poor boy to sleep (he will snore LOUDLY into the phone when he falls asleep during the call)

he's constantly worried about y/n's safety and will check in on them often when they're not in the lair or at home. he's even asked donnie to make y/n their own communicator so he can keep in contact with them if they're ever in danger.

y/n is one of the first people casey jr will open up to about his rough upbringing. some things are just too painful to bring up to the hamato family, but he knows it hurts more to keep it all bottled up. he loves how accepting they are of him and how sympathetic they can be about his… shall we say, emotional fragilities.

not that he's emotionally fragile, but he sure enough has a lot to sort through and y/n gives him the courage to tackle it head-on and accept where he is and who he is now

on his first attempts at flirting with y/n, he managed to straight out admit he had a crush on them without realizing it. boy is so clueless that he doesn't realize what he's done until he sees the shock on their face

"Hey, Y/N. I, uh, have another joke for you." Casey hadn't looked up from his little joke book as he spoke, squinting as he studied the content as if he'd suddenly understand it better if he just stared at it long enough. Y/N sat lazily on a couch not too far from the boy, head buried in a copy of the latest Jupiter Jim comic book. They paused their reading only to let out a hum of acknowledgement.

"What is it this time? Chicken cross the road again or knock knock?"

"Who's there?" the boy chimed absent-mindedly.

Y/N let out a soft giggle as they set their book down.

"No, genius, you're the one that's supposed to start." They couldn't help but roll their eyes as a smirk tugged at the corner of their lips. Though progress had been slow, they'd hoped a joke book would give Casey a much needed boost considering his previous, pitiable attempts at jokes that more often than not became a moment of oversharing his tragedy. The poor boy was utterly hopeless when it came to comedy.

"Oh, right." Clearing his throat, he straightened himself as if he were getting ready to give a speech, "Okay, knock knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Candice…"

"Candice who?"

"Candice be love I'm feeling for you?"

The weight of his words were completely lost on him as Casey beamed with pride, his joke landing with no mistakes or stuttering. It was no secret that Y/N and Casey were close, but in the short period of time they'd come to know each other, Y/N had developed some deep affections for the boy. The constant struggle to keep themselves in check around him had started taking its toll. It had gotten to the point that Y/N needed to keep their yearning eyes on something- ANYTHING ELSE- when he was around to keep from visibly flustering, the ever-present blush threatening to expose their true feelings. Feigning a soft chuckle, Y/N could only hide their face deeper in the comic they were reading and hope that any flutter of emotion went totally unnoticed.

"R-Really, was that your idea of a good joke?" their attempts at a tease came off a tad more hostile than playful.

Casey responded with a chuff of his own, "Ah, yeah I guess it doesn't make sense if I already know it's true."

"Sometimes comedy takes-" the sudden impact of his words hit them all at once, caught like a deer in headlights while they froze mid-sentence. Peering over at the raven-haired boy revealed an equally shocked expression painted across his reddening face. His mouth opened only to shut itself again and again clearly trying and failing to summon the words to explain his little blunder. Y/N had him beat in regaining some semblance of composure, shaking off the bashfulness.

"Did…" their voice caught in their throat before they started again, "What exactly did you mean by… erm, by that?"

Casey's eyes darted in every direction attempting to search for an answer anywhere he could find it.

"Well, I just- It was really-" he let out a sigh and braced himself, "I'm not sure what to call this feeling but I think it's something like love. I might… maybe love you?"

"Maybe?!"

Y/N shot up from their seat, arms over their head in disbelief and their steps beginning to pace.

"Y-You can't maybe love someone! That's a pretty serious feeling!"

They stopped partway through their rapid pacing to search Casey's bewildered expression causing it to soften a bit under their close observation.

"I don't know if what I feel is exactly what you'd call love, but it... feels close enough to that. I mean... Y/N, when I look at you, my heart starts racing, my head starts spinning, everything feels light and airy. And when you're gone, all I want to do is look for you and see your smile, see the way your eyes light up, listen to your laugh."

His unfocused gaze forced itself up to meet theirs, wide with earnest affection.

"Life here's been… heh, it's confusing to say the least. And these feelings are just as confusing. And for a while I thought it was crazy. Thought I was crazy to believe I could love someone this quickly. But… It'd be so much easier for me to understand if I knew you felt the same?"

Even if this new emotion had been confusing for him, this very moment was one that made it all click in his mind. He was in love all along.

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chronic-calamity · 8 months

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Casey Jr x Reader Wall-e Au!!!!!

Reader is gender neutral :)

This is gonna be in parts because I have the attention span of a toddler

Wall-E AU

Pt.1

♡☆

You never quite knew how bad things "down there" were. You knew it was a wasteland but you didn't think it was this bad.

It was void of almost everything. No animals, plants, clouds, or even people. The only thing was you and the broken-down buildings around you.

Bones crunched under your feet. The bones of people who weren't as fortunate as you.

You scan your surroundings, but nothings around. It's kinda scary being here all alone, no one to protect you from the monsters that roamed.

But before long, to your dismay, you realize you aren't alone. You quickly turn your head back and see a figure.

Tall, strong, intimidating, intriguing, and other synonyms you shouldn't be thinking of right now.

The being puts their hands up, trying to show that they're not a threat.

"Who are you?!" You shout, trying to hold back the fear in your voice.

"My name is Casey Jones"

♡☆

That's all I'm gonna write for now because as I said before I have a kinda hard time staying on 1 thing but there will be more of this later!!!

Thx 4 reading

Have a nice day :D

#rottmnt casey junior #casey jr x reader #rise casey jr #casey jr

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tmntxthings · 2 months

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hiii could i request some headcanons for a touch starved!casey jr with a reader who their love language is physical touch [romantic/fluff]? idk i just want to give to my baby a hug, he deserves so much better😭

一∑ Tender Connections

author’s note: i agree this boi needs all the hugs c:

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort themes, touchstarved!casey jr. x gn reader, unedited

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Ever since Kraang was defeated Casey never stopped training. It was ingrained in him since birth that he always needed to be ready for the next catastrophe.

But those were few and far between even with the weird magnet company of the turtles + April! Despite everyone’s attempts at wanting to show Casey the new world he was now in, he would go back to the lair and train until he was sore.

One time Leo tried to keep him out all night which was quite possible in New York since the city never slept. There was an endless amount of possibilities to get into some fun and maybe a little mischief if it involved the blue turtle.

But Casey’s stamina and resilience was equivalent if not better than all of the turtles due to his upbringing. He wouldn’t have survived the apocalypse otherwise. So when Leo finally portaled them back to the lair, barely having enough energy to do so without passing out seconds later, he didn’t get to see Casey’s knowing smile.

The boy from the future easily picked up his younger sensei and got him to bed. Then it was off to the dojo, where he continued to stay up until he felt like he had gotten a good enough training session in. What he wasn’t expecting, was you to be leaning against the circular doorway.

“You know, you may have the worst sleeping habits out of all of them if Leo’s passed out.” You quipped and Casey could only offer a shy smile as he picked up the last of the equipment he had used. “I told him it wouldn’t work… to be fair” Casey muttered.

You didn’t know what to say. Things like, “Kraang is defeated now! And we can’t take some time to relax” didn’t really compute with Casey even if he agreed. His body just was wired a certain way and he didn’t know if it would ever relax. Even now his muscles which were exceedingly sore, ached for a different reason. He felt restless. He didn’t want to sleep. He felt like fighting. He felt like defending and protecting the city from some new unknown source of danger that was surely building up its forces now

Thoughts like these were driving him crazy. And you could see it. “Why don’t we go out?” You asked and watched as his mouth dropped open, about to refute that such methods didn’t work as Leo had literally just tried all evening to wear him down.

But you stopped him before he could refuse. “Just to a rooftop! It’ll only be a few minutes,” and how could he deny you? As he took you in, it was obvious that you had forced yourself to stay up. Had you been waiting for them to get back? You were in comfy pjs and your hair was a bit disheveled from what he could only guess was tossing and turning in bed. “Alright,” he sighed, shaking his head but continued to follow a step behind with a slight grin.

It was nice to know how much you cared. How much everyone cared about him! But something about you in particular made him feel a tad warmer.

So up to a rooftop you went. The sky was dark and there were blinking satellites that mimicked stars. The city still alive and thriving just as he had left it, but the rooftop was calmer than the sidewalks. It was quieter. He didn’t know if that was a good thing for a person like him. The quiet invited in thoughts that he’d rather not think about. Like his endless worries and paranoia.

He had been sitting on the low rise ledge that bordered the entire rooftop. One foot started to tap anxiously just to offer any kind of distraction when you had sat down next to him, carefully since past the ledge was a seven story drop to pavement. Your proximity eased those nerves somehow and with knees almost knocking, you faced Casey and started talking

About anything and everything! About yourself and your hopes and dreams. You asked about his now that he was here and didn’t have to live day by day. Talking like that made it sound like the future wasn’t always in peril. As if maybe he would have enough time to do other things, like try every restaurant in NYC. And travel outside of the city, even New Jersey which he still didn’t understand why the guys all disliked the place.

The conversation ebbed and flowed naturally until silence overtook once more and this time Casey didn’t have the overwhelming urge to distract himself. Instead he just took a deep breath in and out, letting it go in a long sigh. Then his breath caught in his throat because he hadn’t realized how close the two of you had gotten while talking. Your hand finding his in that moment and your fingers intertwining with his as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He couldn’t stop himself from looking down at your connected hands, and he shivered all over as you started to trace patterns on the back of his hand. The pressure he had unknowingly been carrying around released from his shoulders. His eyes darted up to yours, finding that you were already there, waiting for his gaze.

In the moonlight he tried to convey his gratitude, because what could he say in this moment that wouldn’t ruin it? He squeezed your hand, comforted by the pressure. Grounded by the gentle hold that you had on him.

The two of you stayed like that for a while. Until your eyelids started to flutter and your body couldn’t stay upright. He of course more than welcomed you to lean on him, but he didn’t want to push his luck and didn’t want to keep you awake any longer when it was obvious both of you needed sleep. “C’mon,” Casey spoke softly, rousing you to try and get you to stand.

But it seemed you were either already out of your wits or maybe just trusted him wholeheartedly because you only scooted closer to him, allowing him to pick you up in his arms and carrying you back down to your bed. Which of course was done easily enough by him since he always had his grappling hook at the ready. It all ended quite too soon for his liking as he carefully let you go so you could snuggle under your covers, rasping out a goodnight to him with your eyes closed.

Would it be horrible of him to admit he had wanted to kiss your forehead so badly in that moment?

After that night, Casey was in for much more than handholding. While that still happened often, hugs became second nature between the two of you. He reveled in your hold, a days worth of stress releasing as soon as your arms encircled around him. Your hands at his back, going up and down in soothing strokes had him holding on tighter when it was time to let go. “Just a little longer?”

He’d shyly ask. If you didn’t want to he would immediately let go. But you always indulged him with a bright smile. So don’t get too mad when he starts to become greedy! With this revelation of him wanting and seeking out your gentle touch, he’d pull you into quiet corners like a true ninja.

One second you’d be in the middle of a Mario kart game and as soon as it was over you found yourself being tugged up and away because Casey had a really important thing to show you or a question that only you could answer! It got more and more ridiculous until Mikey called the both of you out and said you didn’t have to sneak around to hug!

Once PDA was on the table Casey never looked back. He was stuck to your side and honestly, you wouldn’t rather it any other way! <3

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Before You Go - P.6 | Future Donatello & April O’Neil Insight

(Reader Included)

A/N: Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Reader comments and feedback are also welcomed a lot.

I have been gone for a long time. Just occupied with my studies! No fan fiction author curse or anything (yet).

Summary: You’re both adopting-parents of Casey. The story follows the perspective of Donatello and April O’Neil during the Kraang apocalypse. You and Leonardo decided to ask them to watch over thirteen-year-old Casey.

In other words, familial interactions between April, Donnie, and Casey Jr.

Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns are used, except the terms “(Mom / Dad)” are also used. Second POV.

Pairing: Rise! Future! Leonardo X Reader

Warnings: Bittersweet.

Word Count: ~3490

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / ...

Donnie knew how much of a genius he was.

It was no surprise after all. In his late teens, he improved NASA’s satellites to communicate with planets light centuries away. He cured breast cancer through the use of protons in radiation therapy to target specific cells, rather than affecting the harmless. Hell, he even managed to discover a new type of radioactive particles: mutons. By that point, he—.

“—should have been given a Nobel Prize in Medicine and in Chemistry.” Donnie cursed under his breath. He strolled over to his lab bench, equipping his goggles.

Squeeeak.

April– who was found seated on Donnie’s roughed-up, spinning gaming chair– raised an eyebrow. Her hair had grown out and was left unbounded. Faint wrinkles and eye bags on her features displayed maturity, in contrast to a couple of years ago. However, everyone was well aware that time was not the only factor.

“Whatcha going on about now, Donnie?”

The softshell huffed. “Recall when I wrote a report about my experimental findings with an invention meant to revive a deceased human being?”

“...You mean the one where you thought it was a good idea to open up Curie’s tomb? Even gone as far as to ask for my help?” April grimaced. “Who’d ever forget that.”

She proceeded to massage her temples.

“God. You were in all kinds of messed up for that, Don.”

Lightning-like yellow sparks flickered as Donnie had his robotic hands occupied with a butane torch. His goggles were sealed tight around his eyes as he built a oval-looking device on his lab bench. Titanium outer-layer over a seriously complex circuit-board; appearing as if Samsung marketed grenades.

He scoffed. “Oh please. It wasn’t as if I’d taken long to understand how Marie Curie deserves her rest for her great contributions to radiation. Thus is why–.”

“–You decided to take a poor random husband of an old wife,” April interjected.

“Ahem.” Donnie pronounced. “The poor woman was begging me for her husband to be alive again. I was simply gracious and generous enough to not charge her for the process.” He set aside the butane torch. “At least it progressed well; he stayed alive for an additional two years. It gave his wife psychological comfort, and I was able to submit my paper to the N.S.F..”

He picked up a screwdriver. “Except....”

April could tell her friend’s eye was twitching.

“They rejected my findings, nearly had me detained, and claimed it was far too ‘unethical.’” Donnie raised his volume. “Scoff! As if those researchers weren’t committing the crime themselves! Taking bodies away from families and claiming them as scientific property without permission.

If I could go back in time and shove my documents in their jaws, you bet I would.”

April smirked. “Well, I have my regrets too, Donnie.”

“You sound rather amused, April. Is that so surprising? And here I never thought you would regret your part-time job at Albearto’s. Or the fact you wasted money to switch to journalism in university.”

WHACK!

April threw her bat at Donnie’s head, flying back to her hand like a boomerang.

“Watch your mouth, mister. I may have regretted Albearto’s, but not a single moment in my life did I ever regret my journalism passion.” She stood up.

“Ouch.” The softshell vocalized, squinting his eyes toward her. His robotic clampers paused, setting aside the torch and taking off his goggles.

“Mind yourself, April. Horse-playing is forbidden in the laboratory. I am not consenting to having yet another silver-titanium apparatus get scratched because of you.” Donnie gritted his teeth. “Can you hear the negative connotation?”

“Seriously, Donnie? Where’d that come from? Not only was that years ago but it ain’t anything except a simple accident.”

“‘Simple accident?’” the softshell repeated with dramatic offense. “An accident, like many others in science labs, which could have caused severe damage! Remember the incident when your teacher dumped bleach and vinegar into the trash bin?

You know, if you had paid any attention in your chemistry class, those two would make mustard gas?” Donnie side-eyed his friend. “Simple accidents can have serious consequences, O’Neil.”

A hand crept up the lab bench.

“Uh-huh, and I’m supposed to believe an instance of me knocking over your phone and books would kill somebody?” April crossed her arms. “If anything, the blame’s yours for not organizing your desk when you got drunk on coffee.”

The hand took ahold of the butane torch.

“Donatello? Disorganized? Sounds cheap coming from you, a student majoring in Journalism.”

April pulled up her coat’s sleeves. “Oh boy, you’re about to get it—.”

Squeeeak!

Heads spun and found a 13-year old boy, replacing April’s spot on Donnie’s chair. Casey eyed the torch with a great yet concerning amount of curiosity.

“Yo, what’s this for, Uncle Don?”

At lightning speed, while April ran to move the gaming chair away further from the workbench, Donnie snatched the tool from his hands. “Child. Casey. Young man.” The softshell heaved loudly. “I must inform you this is NOT meant to be handled with such casual ease. How in Hawking did you even—.”

“Don’t your lab have a passcode or something?”

“–Is what I am wondering myself, O’Neil. I refuse to believe this child remembers the beginning thirty numbers of π–.”

“Nope, only us.” April and Donnie lifted their gazes to his lab entrance. You leaned on the frame while a dear red-eared slider stood just behind. A couple of steps inside, and the metallic lab door shut close.

Donnie– strangely– was quick to hide his device-in-progress off to the side.

“You’re back!” April grinned. “Hell, you would not believe the convo Donnie and I were having a minute ago.” She hurried to hug you.

“Figures,” Leo remarked. “We could practically hear you yards off.”

“Sounds like things never get old.” You smiled.

There was a side-eye between Donnie and April, before the Commander proceeded to inquire, coughing: “Anyhow.. care to explain the occasion? You two don’t seem to be in a hurry.”

“The only times you ever visit my laboratory are to prepare for immediate combat engagement, and you look awfully collected.” The softshell furrowed his brows.

“No, no.” You waved your hands, shaking your head. “Thank God no. We came here to ask if you two could take care of our Casey here while we head out.” The other turtle scrunched his in-quote eyebrows. “You— You came here to request us to... babysit him?”

April jabbed him in his plastron.

“You see? Just like I said.” Leo turned to you. “I know my brother, love. Don’s not the kind of guy to take responsibility for a kid. Or anyone, really.”

“Hold on.” Donnie narrowed his eyes. “I never said I refused, Leo.”

“Don’t know, it sounds like it to me.”

“Well, my misinformed brother, contrary to your belief, I am perfectly capable of handling a child.”

You huffed with amusement. Your husband only winked back.

“If you say so, Don.”

“Where are you two heading off for if you needed us to watch over him?” April inquired. “Wondering, ‘cause this never happened even when you two leave for patrol.”

“Just finding some time for ourselves.”

April exclaimed, “As in a honeymoon? Why not just say so? We’ll leave you two alone–.”

“–In this economy and climate?” Donnie interjected. “Has it also not been six years since your yet-to-be-legal marriage?”

“Alright, alright,” Leonardo chuckled. “Cut us some slack, bro. Finding time wasn’t easy when there’s Kraang above our necks.”

“Right, and you’re going on a honeymoon, how?” The softshell crossed his arms. “Simply because you’re the leader does not equate to you making wise decisions, Leo.”

“His ōdachi can teleport anyone to anyplace, we have some hope we can easily teleport to a remote area,” you answered. “One without Kraang infestation. It’ll be hard, but we may as well try.”

“Bonus points if we find clear skies and an ocean.” The red-eared turtle grinned, wrapping his arm over your shoulders.

“What’s a honeymoon, (Mom / Dad)?”

Your hand went to caress Casey’s cheek. “Parent quality time. It just means you get to handle yourself like the responsible grown-up you’ll become one day. Just promise me you’ll be on your best behavior around Uncle Don and Auntie April?”

“I promise, (Mom / Dad)!”

“Good boy,” Leo laughed, ruffling the kid’s hair.

“You didn’t ask Mikey and Raph to help out too, or?”

“Between you and me, I think you guys are better of making sure Casey doesn’t get into any chaos,” you whispered to April. “Don’t tell them that, though.”

She laughed. “Okay, I see how it is. You both have fun.”

Donnie bit his lip. Right as Leonardo and (Name) turn to exit the laboratory, he extended his arm out to them.

“Leo, (Name).”

You two faced back to him once more.

“Don’t kill yourselves out there.”

Everyone’s eyes widened– April, you, and Leonardo himself. But the brother in blue snickered, holding a smile that reached his eyes. “So you do also care for me, Don. And all this time I thought you were plotting to put me in my grave or something.”

“We won’t.” Leo placed a hand on your shoulder. “You got my word.”

“Bye (Mom / Dad)! Bye Papa!”

“We’ll be back soon, Casey!”

Donnie stood in silence as you finally left, leaving himself with none other than his best friend and his nephew. “I refuse to believe this is the future we have to deal with.”

“Times changed all of us, didn’t they?” April spoke. “One day we wish each other a good one, and the next, we hope we just don’t die. I could’ve been a famous news anchor by now, make my mother happy, fight crime without worrying about dying the next second.

..I wonder if there’s anyone else out there besides the small number of us down here.”

“..I doubt it.”

Donnie pulled himself together and walked back to his workbench, operating his clampers to work once again. He put on his goggles. Casey, being a young teenager of enthusiasm, peeked over.

“Watch yourself, boy,” April warned.

“Don’t worry about me, Auntie. I’m only standing over here.” Casey narrowed his eyes upon the glowing and metal-like ball his uncle had his tools on. “What are you working on, Uncle Don?”

“A sphere.”

“A sphere?”

“You heard correctly.”

“That sounds kind of boring.”

Donnie had to hold himself back from remarking with: ‘That is exactly what every child whose intellect is doomed would say.’

“I’m sure your mother would find it rather moving.”

“(Mom / Dad)? I don’t understand what’s emotional about a ball, though.”

“Hey Casey.” April coughed. “Why not tell us about your mask here? Haven’t taken a good look at it before. Maybe Uncle Don would like to hear it too.”

“You actually want me to talk about my mask?”

“Ain’t a problem, is it?”

“No.” He fidgeted with his fingers a bit. “You don’t have anything else to do?”

“We were just told to watch over you, kid.”

“Yeah, but everyone I know is always busy with the Kraang or supplying weapons. I never really get chances to hang out.”

There was a brief pause in the butane torch’s flame.

April’s expression softened. Her hand came up to brush his black hair. “Things have gotten calmer up there. So you’ve got plenty of time with us now.”

Casey smiled.

“So your mask?”

The boy alternated between covering his face and removing it. “(Mom / Dad) gave it to me. She told me it is based on the one worn by my biological mother. (Mom / Dad) also said that my birth mother was kind of crazy-funny and likes to be loud. She would have a stick to play– what was it– hockey?

I don’t know what kind of game hockey is supposed to be, but I guess it’s nice to know how life was like before all the Kraang.”

A sad smile crept on April’s lips.

“Anyways, I thought the mask looked kind of plain, so I decided to draw red marks on it. See?” Casey showed his mask off, fingers tapping the surface. “Guess who it looks like!”

There were two bold and thick streaks of red. Each one ran through one eye, truly a defining characteristic. The Commander chuckled, already imagining how much pride her friend in blue would feel from the fact a kid– let alone one he had been parenting– looked up to him so much.

“You know, I am seeing someone familiar here.” April hummed as she put on a thoughtful facade. Fingers holding her chin and everything. “Got to be Uncle Don.”

Named turtle paused for a moment and raised a brow.

“Seriously, Auntie April?” On the other hand, Casey gave her an incredulous look and shook his head. “You probably want to get your eyes checked out, ‘cause Uncle Don doesn’t have any red stripes.” Off to the side. “And even if he did, he won’t look as cool as Dad.”

April snickered behind her palm as Donnie eyed the boy from behind his goggles.

“You’re right, you’re right. Just messing with you, kid.” Her hand ruffled his hair once more. “Sounds like you really admire your Papa, don’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Dad has an awesome sword that opens up portals. He always moves so quickly whenever he’s fighting. Bam! And the Kraang’s gone!” The teenager stretched his arm for emphasis. “Even as the leader, Papa knows when to get serious and when to make people laugh. He also cares a lot about me, (Mom / Dad), you guys, and everyone!”

It made even Donnie himself smile.

However, the way Casey’s enthusiasm died down had not gone unnoticed. “I’ve always wanted to help out though.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. “I want to fight the Kraang right by his and (Mom / Dad)’s side. Except I barely get the chance to, because they keep telling me to stay close to base and hide behind a giant rock.”

April crossed her arms and went quiet. His feelings were nothing new. In fact, she experienced the same thing herself, seeing she had always been a human. It was like that until–.

“Have no hard feelings,” Donnie spoke up, his hands and eyes remained on his spheric gadget. The sparks were flying. “Your parents are merely worried about your well-being.”

“I know, I know. They won’t have to though, if I can have enough training or something.” Casey sighed. “Then again, I also know I’m only a normal sensitive human.

...Why can’t I be a mutant instead?”

“Ahem. You are classified as a human. That is a true statement and one you cannot change.” Donnie hummed. “However, that does not mean you cannot be strong and capable in other ways.”

“Why does it sound like you’ve been in my place before?”

“Perhaps I did. Did you truly think being a soft-shell turtle is easy? I happened to be born as one of the only Testudines species whose outer shell cannot protect.” Donnie remarked. “Casey, your mask.” His hand signaled.

“What about my mask?”

“I merely want to add something.”

Confused, he hopped off the chair and handed the mask over. “Hmm. As long as you don’t mess with the stripes, Uncle Don.”

“Who says I won’t?”

Casey kicked Donnie’s leg.

“‘Ow,’ I say sarcastically without feeling physical pain.”

“Hmph.” He crossed his arms. “Why do you keep saying things like that?”

“Such as?”

“You say those action verbs, even when you’re already doing them.”

April snorted. “Just his thing, kid. Uncle Don’s got his special quirks.”

“Do you have a quirk?”

“Picking unnecessary fights for one,” Donnie commented.

“You only call them ‘unnecessary,’ because you never want to fix the problem.”

He rolled his eyes. “My solution would’ve been ten times more efficient if you had allowed my technology and I to do the work.”

Casey wondered. “Does your tech ever go haywire, Uncle Don?”

“No.”

“Oh man,” April began, “you should’ve been there for this one time. Your Uncle Don was building some kind of overprotective bed to keep your late Gramps from waking up from his beauty sleep.”

“Gramps likes to sleep?”

“You’d be surprised to hear that he sure does.”

“Then what happened?”

“Uncle Don asked your Dad, Uncle Mikey, and Uncle Raph to try punching, slicing, throwing whatever they could on the bed. They were attacking it like crazy!”

“And then?”

“And the bed was even more insane, ‘cause there were actual missiles shooting out! They went straight for his brothers. At some point, it got overboard, so Uncle Don tried to command it to stop.”

“I’m hearing a ‘but’ coming.”

“But it malfunctioned and thought Uncle Don was the enemy!”

“However!” Donnie pointed his finger up, interrupting the story-telling. “It did not take long for my creation to recognize his master.”

“Still went haywire in my book,” April remarked.

“Ignoring that.” His robotic hand tapped the edge of his workbench, grabbing Casey’s attention. “Come here, young man.” He slid back the mask, except in his hands, it felt as if the frame had thicken.

“It looks the same, but it doesn’t feel the same?”

“Try wearing it over your face.”

The boy did as told. All of a sudden, a bunch of green rectangles and words appeared in his vision. He gasped in awe. He spun around slowly, watching the rectangle focus on a figure through the wall.

“Yes yes, I know. I am well aware of how amazing I am.” Donnie huffed in pride. “I have opted to construct an interface with your mask. I cannot see why you shouldn’t have something to defend yourself with,” he reasoned. “I have other updates in mind later on. As of now, however, your mask will help you detect life forms across other rooms or through other objects.”

“That’s so cool!” The boy hesitated though. “But I don’t want to break it or anything.”

“Hey.” April rested her hand on Casey’s shoulder, giving a firm squeeze. “Our resources are already scarce. Using then losing them is better than nothing. You better make the most of our tech. Understood, soldier?”

Casey grinned underneath his mask. He fixed his posture up and saluted. “Gotcha–! Understood, Commander!”

He faced the inventor, whose hands were already back to being occupied with the “sphere.” “Thanks so much, Uncle Don!” Casey exclaimed, leaping towards the turtle to give a tight hug. “You’re the best!”

Upon contact, Donnie stiffened up, but his lack of experience with physical touch did not prevent a smile forming on his face. He extended a robotic arm, patting Casey’s back.

The boy then scanned around curiously with his mask. “Hey! Think I spot Uncle Mikey and Uncle Raph two floors down! They’re holding hands over a table or something. Why are so many people circling around them?”

April rolled her eyes. “Sounds like another arm-wrestling match between the our youngest and oldest brother.”

Just like that, Casey booked it out of the laboratory so quickly, it reminded her of a certain red-eared slider. “What the–! Casey!” April groaned. “And here I thought we don’t have to deal with runaway kids. I better catch up to him.”

“Would not worry about him too much,” Donnie commented.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Considering we will not always be alive to protect him... the sooner we leave him to himself, the easier it will be for him to survive alone.”

“Hey. Come on now.” April walked to her best friend’s side. “Don’t you say things like that. We’re all going to survive this together–.”

“April.” Slight pain wavered in his voice. “You know as well as I do how our current reality is. It is only a matter of time before the Kraang finds everyone.”

“Yet you’re still here trying.”

No response.

“It’s all because of the kid, isn’t it?” April affirmed. “He ain’t any genius prodigy you were expecting long ago. But he gave you a reason to try– he became someone worth fighting for.”

“I would not put it as simply as that.”

She shrugged. “That’s how I’d say it. You know you’re not the only one whose life changed because of Casey.”

Donnie paused his work, turning off the butane torch and finally pulling his goggles off his eyes again. “...Casey reminds me of when we were young, being rash and immature teenagers like any other. I hate admitting to such thing, but I was one too. And I hate admitting much more how much I missed those times.

The child has known nothing of the trouble we’ve experienced outside, April: when Cassandra was killed, when Draxum was torn apart, when Dad decided to sacrifice himself despite the slim odds.” His hands clenched into fists.

“Do not expect me to have any false hope for our future, but do not assume I would want Casey to feel the same way. For as long as he can, I want him to hold onto that false hope.”

“...” April had her arms crossed. Her eyes slowly came to linger on the workbench. “Is that ‘sphere’ his false hope?”

“..No. Not his.” Donnie traced his thumb over his contraption. “It’s for (Name).”

#rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt april #rise april #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt movie #rottmnt leo x reader #reader insert #tmnt #rottmnt x reader

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faetaiity · 9 months

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As much as I adore yan/turtles, Casey doesn't get as much love as he should. So may I kindly request a yandere casey one shot?

<3 anon

HELLOOOOO I AM BACK (hopefully) FROM THE UNDERWORLD CALLED BURNOUT I wasn't truly able to make a one-shot bc I actually haven't thought about what kind of Yan Casey is, so I think this'll prolly be a Headcanon post with a small story at the end kjgfjlklkgt, sorry :')

✩ Yan! Casey Jones Jr x Gender-Neutral! Reader ✩

Story Format: Mostly Headcanons

TW: Manipulation, Guilt-Tripping, Panic Attacks, Yandere (Obv-) and Mentions of Trauma for Casey

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I feel like Casey would be an (Unintentional) Manipulative, Isolating, and Paranoid Yan

He's heard so much about you from Future! Leo and Mikey in the bad timeline...

You probably let him stay at your apartment while the Turtles set up a room for him

I also feel like the first signs that he's slowly downwardly spiraling into toxic love is when you try to leave the apartment for work/school/errands

He flips his shit, still in the Apocalypse mindset of 'Don't go alone, you'll fucking die via the Kraang'

He has a panic attack, and you have to stay to help him because he is sobbing and begging you not to leave

He calms down after a bit, clinging to you as he begs you to stay for a bit more, or take him with you

He can keep you safe, you say you can defend yourself but he's adamant

He doesn't tell you why he freaks out when you leave specifically, but it's traumatic for him knowing you died in his timeline

If you end up staying, it's kind of like when you reinforce a dog's bad behavior, they'll do it more, thinking you will comply

Anytime you try to leave without him now, he sobs crocodile tears and begs you not to, it's gotten so bad that he doesn't even have the panic attacks anymore, he's faking it knowing you'll stay if he makes you believe he is.

He finds you trying to comfort him a euphoric situation, furthering his "love"

If you call his bluff, he'll immediately go back to actual panic attacks though

He gets defensive if you have any friends over that aren't April or the Turtles

He doesn't trust them, his memories of the Apocalypse made him wary of almost everyone, he's seen other survivors kill those he loves or knew from the Resistance

He can't let you meet a similar fate in this timeline

If you're a push-over, this can boil over into him being wary of everyone except Michelangelo and Leonardo

It's awful at that point, he has bad panic attacks (Both real and Faked) if anyone comes into the house that isn't Leo or Mikey

Once his room at the Lair is ready, he refuses to go, freaking out that he won't be with you and you will be alone

at this point, it's clear to everyone that he's extremely dependent and attached to you, almost to the hip at this point

He didn't have time for relationships in the Apocalypse, this can both be an Advantage and a Disadvantage

He doesn't know what's the "right" way to love someone romantically and is immediately overbearing and panicky

But he also doesn't have the belief that you would lie to him, you're someone who can be trusted, why would you lie to him?

You'd have to come up with a good lie, like needing to take a shower alone (This is especially good if you have issues with sensory input regarding showers)

Better hope your Bathroom has a window if you use that lie.

If he finds out you lied to him, game over, he's throwing an absolute FIT

Sobbing, screaming, hyperventilating

The whole nine yards man

He won't believe you ever again, even if what you're saying is true

Goodluck, bro is gonna be watching you pee or something, yuck.

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You had lied to Casey, you don't know how he didn't deny your request, but you aren't complaining

You see yourself as one lucky bastard right now.

Turning on the cold water as a distraction, you stare at the tiny window, also known as your ticket to getting the fuck out of here,

Climbing on top of the toilet, you part the small private curtains blocking creeps from seeing you do your business, opening the window you try to find a good way to fit through it while making as little noise as possible

Hard task when you're trying to fit through a window the size of two desk drawers.

You fit your head through the window, eagerly pulling your body through until you hear Casey knocking on the door

Fuck.

"{Y/N}? Are you alright?" He asked, his voice sounded concerned and mildly bored, like he wanted to be in there with you.

You don't know what to say, as a heave of air would give away what you're doing.

Trying to get through the window quicker, his knocks become more frantic, as he attempted to turn the doorknob, but was stopped halfway due to the lock

Halfway through the window, you hear him trying to beat the door down, you panic and try to hurry up your pace, abandoning the attempt at being quiet

As you get your knees on the hard steel of the fire escape, you scream as you feel him yank you back into the bathroom, you didn't realize quick enough, and were dragged onto the hard tile floor within seconds before you could attempt to resist

Crying from the stinging pain of hitting the tile floor, you look up and see Casey, his face red with anger and tears streaming down his face

"Why?! Why were you trying to run?! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?!" he screeched, he's shaking from the anger and hysteria he's feeling

You flinch from his loud voice, unsure of what to do now, he's staring at you before grabbing your hand and trying to gently get you up, which seems out of character as he's literally crying in anger

You don't get up willingly, which makes him resort to just picking you up and walking into your bedroom, setting you on the bed as he pulled out a pair of cuffs, panic jolts through your body as he cuffs you to the bedpost, he heaves a sigh

"Now think about what you've done, what you've done to damage our relationship.... I need to go cool off...."

He walks out of the bedroom, leaving you there for what will feel like hours.

You just had to listen to him, and would've been happier, now look at what you've done

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