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sylkiddsey · 14 days

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Proving A Point

Sylvie fixes Matt a drink and joins him in the living room. Julia’s been going through a sleep regression, and they have both realized they aren’t falling asleep anytime soon. Instead of struggling to get her to sleep, they’ve decided to let her stay up.

It’s easier and this way, they can spend extra time together. The boys are both staying with friends, so they like to take advantage of the quiet.

“She’s out,” Matt whispers.

The problem is, she fell asleep in her swing chair. They both know if they move her, she’ll wake up screaming.

“At least she’s finally sleeping,” Sylvie replies, sitting on the couch. “We’ll just keep her there for now.”

Matt climbs off the floor and joins her. He grabs her legs and swings them into his lap, massaging her calf. “I think that’s wise.”

Sylvie cuddles into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I miss this.”

“Staying up till three in the morning?”

She chuckles. “No. Not that. You and me. You know, just us together without any distractions.”

Matt kisses her. “Me too. Now that we have all this down time, I’ve been meaning to ask how the new candidate has been?”

Sylvie grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. “He’s great. He seems really nice and he’s also freakishly strong.”

“What do you mean freakishly strong?” Matt asks.

“The guy is very muscular, Matt. He’s jacked. He practically lifted a car on his own,” Sylvie explains.

It was super impressive. The new guy, Denny, isn’t even in his thirties yet and he’s already ripped. She didn’t know a human could be that strong.

Matt scrunches his face. “You sound so surprised a firefighter could be so muscular.”

“Trust me, you’d see where I’m coming from if you met him. He bench pressed my partner at the station like it was nothing. He did like fifty reps, Matt.”

Denny offered to lift her, but she politely declined. It felt too awkward when she barely knows the guy.

Matt squeezes her thigh, grazing his fingers against the skin exposed from her night shorts riding up. “Should I be worried you’re so impressed with this guy?”

Sylvie nudges him. “Oh come on, baby. You know it wasn’t like that. I just didn’t know a human could do that so easily. That’s all.”

“Okay, I’m starting to take offense here,” he chuckles. “May I remind you that your husband happens to be a pretty capable firefighter?”

He’s such a dork. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him until she needs air.

She brushes her nose against his. “You definitely don’t. I know just how capable you are. Denny’s just younger. He probably has more stamina.”

Matt scoffs against her lips. “Hang on. First, you're talking about how jacked this guy is and now I’m old? Yes, I’m probably quite a few years older but I’m not ancient.”

Sylvie can’t help but laugh at the genuine offense on his face. She didn’t mean it like that.

“I never said you were,” she says. “Matt, I’m just saying that Denny is in his twenties. He has youth on his side but you’re not old. Not old at all.”

“You honestly believe I can’t do what he did, can you?” He asks.

Sylvie doesn’t say anything. Matt’s very strong. She knows that but he’s also a bit older than the candidate. It doesn’t make him inferior, just a little bit at a disadvantage.

Matt moves her legs off his lap.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sylvie asks, slightly panicked. She thought they were just playing around but maybe he’s genuinely upset? “Matt, please.”

He stands and holds out his hand. “I’m proving to my wife that I’m not a washed-up firefighter.”

“I never ever said you were.”

He flexes his fingers. “Stand up, babe.”

She grabs his hand and lets him haul her to her feet. “Matt, you don’t have to do this. I think you are incredible. This is silly.”

“I need to get that other firefighter out of that ridiculously beautiful head of yours.”

“He is not in my head. Trust me, you are the only man on my mind. There’s no reason to get jealous.”

He gives her a look and then sits down on the rug. “This isn’t about jealousy, Sylvie.”

It sure looks like it. She has no clue what he is trying to prove from the floor.

Matt grabs her hand and tugs her down with him. She gasps in surprise when she lands on his chest.

“What on earth are you doing?” Sylvie laughs, trying to keep her voice down. “Is this what sleep deprivation does to you?”

“I’m proving a point,” Matt grins. “Lay flat.”

“I’d rather lay like this,” Sylvie charms, hovering her lips over his. “We could make out like teens on the living room floor.”

“Yes, to that but we’re doing my thing first. I’m benching you. Stay still.”

Before she can process, Matt has one hand under her breasts and the other on her thigh. He pushes her into the air which leaves her giggling. She goes up and then back down against his chest.

“You are crazy,” she laughs. “And your grip on my thigh tickles.”

“Still thinking about the candidate?” Matt teases, pushing her above his head.

“I was never thinking about him, but I am impressed.”

“I might push around a lot of paperwork these days, but I still have a few moves.”

Yeah, she’d agree. Although she never once thought he was losing his skill.

“Will you put me down?” She chuckles.

“Not until I out do that amateur.”

“Baby, I can’t make out with you and prove to you how impressed I am from the air. Put me down so I can kiss my hot firefighter husband.”

He lowers her onto his chest, wrapping his arms around her. “That’s more like it.”

“You know I love you.”

He nods. “Yes, I do. It just doesn’t hurt to remind you that I’m not that old.”

Sylvie kisses him, moving her lips to his neck. “I have never thought that. You look as good as you did the day I met you.”

“Okay, now you’re definitely sweet talking me.”

“Okay fine. That’s not true.” She skims her fingers through his hair. “You actually look better. I’ve always been a huge fan of distinguished Captain Matt Casey.”

He smirks. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

He runs his hand down her back, resting it on her ass. “I happen to really love PIC/hot mom Sylvie, so I guess we are on the same page.”

He knows how she feels about his hand placement. He’s starting something they probably won’t finish.

“How long do you think we can make out before our sweet daughter ruins the fun?” Sylvie asks.

“Probably five minutes if we are lucky.”

She pulls him closer, mumbling against his mouth. “Oh well. I’ll take it.”

#brettsey #sylkiddsey prompts #matt casey #sylvie brett #I’m so sorry for being so inactive #I have started dozens of stuff that never goes anywhere #i don’t know what this is #married Brettsey fluff #where did my writing talent go? 😫

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ethdeleth · 2 months

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I’m just saying everyone seems less than hyped about Casey being in his early 20s but if Jr is in his 20s that means he probably is the most cannon ‘Peepaw’ we will ever get and we aren’t ready for it. Have you ever tried raising siblings after running away from home? Same vibes

Casey trying to figure out how to be a role model to the men/women that raised him. Age difference not being huge but the experiences skyrocketing him to a different level regardless. Trying to still grow up himself while also figuring out what that even MEANS to him. And like. Major PTSD shit someone get him in therapy.

My Personal examples/headcannons:

Raph getting his angry streak going after being ‘demoted’ while Casey has only known him as big and doting/protective. Helping him get his frustration out the best way he knows how, the way Future!Raph taught him being a parallel he’s just not ready for. Maybe a bit of self destructing being fueled on both ends?

Leonardo figuring out the Mr. Leader BS and not wanting to ask for help, and Casey KNOWING he’s struggling because he probably did back in the last timeline too. Wanting to offer help but being shot down by Leo’s ego and overconfident facade.

Donatello trying to ask him about what happened in the other timeline while Casey is torn between telling them everything but also still wondering about parallels and not messing things up. Letting bits and pieces fall out because you know. That was his LIFE he’s trying to not talk about. Of course some things are gonna slip.

(Do you know PersonA?” “Yeah he and Raph blew up a hospital together. “I DID WHAT-“

Being STUPIDLY paranoid about Michelangelo doing anything mystic related because he watched Mikey age and burn himself away with his own magic.

Crazy cautious around Draxum because of it. Draxum encouraging the power while all Casey can think of is His Mikey’s smiling face before he disintegrates.

Idk what splinter’s spiel would be. I have a general assumption he wouldn’t live long enough to make influence on Casey. Maybe helps Casey understand why the turtles raised him in a certain way.

Cassandra and he would keep such a far distance from each other for a VERY long time. Both having to be slowly introduced to each other like cats.

COMMANDER ONIEL still trying to figure her shit out, and Casey being her ABSOLUTE HYPE MAN because he KNOWS her ass can do it.

#rottmnt #writing #casey jones #rottmnt casey jr #Casey jr #ao3 #wwcbts #probably gonna write more abt this later #Leonardo hamato #donatello #rise michelangelo #idk I’m too lazy to tag stuff dude.#tmnt #rambles #out of context spoilers

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ccassettetape · 5 months

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little guys again

#i think this was meant to be that meme but i didnt have room to write the stuff in my sketchbook 😔#ccassette recordings #tmnt 2k12 #2k12 casey #2k12 raph #rasey #i guesssssssssssss.#doodles

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coveredinsun · 2 years

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the rottmnt movie goes fucking INSANE oh my godddddd. like it opens to an older, hardened leonardo, and his only surviving brother is mikey, and casey is his student who has never known any life but one filled with loss and war. then leo THROWS him through the time portal. doesn’t even give him a chance to refuse the offer. he just has the faith that his student will save the world. and he DOES!!!!! and even in the reality of his failure in his own timeline he’s content that his student can live a life without all of that grief. IN THE FIRST TWO FUCKING MINUTES. and like oh my godddddd casey gets to know everyone as they exist outside of war and they’re all young and ALIVE andslfkfkslfvsfldfoeflsk [EXPLODES]

#IM GOING INSANEEEEEEEEE #my brain worms are so bad im writing a fic about this specific topic of like. casey and the future and stuff #rottmnt #rottmnt movie

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splinnters · 5 months

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something gained (2.8k words)

How could Casey Jones and Raphael Hamato go wrong? They couldn’t. Sometimes Casey thinks that’s all he really knows.

A relationship study on Casey and Raph because I love them so much :))

yeahhhh!!! finally, a tmnt fic!! this can be read as platonic or romantic, and although it leans toward tmnt 2012 you could probably read it as something else,,, I wrote it very loosely :D enjoy!

#very excited actually #I had a lot of fun writing these two #trust that there will be more tmnt stuff probably sooner rather than later #splintered fics #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt raphael #2012 raph #tmnt casey jones #2012 casey jones #rasey #obligatory rasey tag right there that’s for all my starved rasey fans (me)

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r0b0t1me · 2 years

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BAD FUTURE TIMELINE 2.0 (no dates are final because im an indecisive bitch but this is what were rolling with rn okay)

#not art #bad future #I HAD TO REDO IT #because id realized if casey was 16 in 2044 #hed have to be found in 2028 #and that threw off EVERYTHING #but its okay #yes i think about this stuff a normal amount #massive creds to andy/@pidgetails #their bad future writing has been a major inspiration for me

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sroloc--elbisivni · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990s Movies), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Angel & Casey Jones (TMNT), Casey Jones/April O'Neil (TMNT) Characters: Casey Jones (TMNT), Angel (TMNT), Foot Soldiers (TMNT), April O'Neil (TMNT), The Turtles (TMNT) Additional Tags: retired Foot soldiers that is, accidental teenager acquisition, Movie: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990), Post-Canon, don't talk to me about secret of the ooze, Curtain Fic, Past Child Abuse, Established Relationship Summary:

Casey’s got a GED, a lower back injury that’s technically still healing, a pretty cushy gig as April’s side piece, and forty-odd teenagers. Life’s funny like that.

(Or: a couple months after the Shredder's demise, Casey stumbles over the teenagers who didn't have something better to go back to after joining the Foot Clan.)

Sometimes you write aftermath fic for an extremely specific and niche canon so you can roll around in a particularly nice crunchy character voice for ten thousand words.

#sroloc writes stuff #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 1990 #casey jones

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mojimallow · 1 year

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think of the children

the apocalypse doesn't leave a lot of room for a childhood, but leo does his best to give casey the bonding time he had as a kid. usagi is fond of his attempts. ~1k words. [ao3]

Usagi found Leo in the cobbled-together bunker-turned-dojo, sprawled flat on his back in front of a giggling Casey Junior.

The toddler- wait, when is a kid a kid, not a toddler? Was five too old for a toddler? It almost certainly was, Casey was a kid now, how did that happen- was holding a banged-up wooden sword and grinning widely as Leo theatrically clutched his hand to his chest.

"You've bested me once more, great warrior!"

"Mama said I would," Casey said, wiggling happily where he stood. "Said I would annotate you."

Leo chuckled, letting his arm drop to the floor beside him. "I think she might have said annihilate, kiddo."

"Oh. A mile late?"

"An-high-uh-late," the turtle enunciated patiently, rolling onto this side- away from the doorway Usagi was peeking through- and propping himself up with his elbow. "Means to beat somebody badly."

Casey grinned again, smug right to his toes in a way that seemed much older than he was. "So she was right."

Leo's breath of laughter was so fond it made Usagi's heart flip in his chest. "She was right, Case. Good job."

"I'm gonna go tell her! Bye Sensei!" He paused briefly on his way out the door to turn his sun-bright smile on Usagi. "Bye 'Sagi!"

"Seeya, Casey," he responded, ruffling the child's hair as he rushed past him.

"Hey, 'Sagi," Leo called, mimicking Casey's tone on the nickname and rolling to sit with his legs crossed. The "sparring" match left him softer than Usagi usually got to see him, and it left the samurai with an extra dose of affection for little Casey. "What is it?"

"I was planning to stretch before I realized the dojo had turned into a battlefield," he answered truthfully. "But I'd be happy to come back later if you're still using the space."

"I have six siblings. I know how to share."

Usagi toed off his shoes and padded across the worn mats, settling down in front of Leonardo with a raised brow. "That number seems to change every time I hear it."

"We seem to collect them. Stray humans, mutated fish, enemy-henchmen-turned-sisters," he counted, ticking a finger for each. "You know how it is."

"Enemy-henchman-turned-sister, yeah."

"So you do know how it is."

"Can't say I've had the mutated fish thing happen, though."

Leo let out a snort of laughter, rolling his eyes and spreading his legs into a wide stretch that Usagi mimicked. "Piebald likes you enough that it's only a matter of time until she brother-adopts you, don't worry."

Usagi thought that sounded like plenty of reason to worry, but didn't point it out. Instead, "So, that makes Casey your nephew?"

"Close enough. I haven't given it a lot of thought." He paused, stretching his arm towards his right foot. "Family's family. Haven't bothered with it much past that in a long time."

It wasn't like familial titles meant much in the current day and age anyway, Usagi figured. The Resistance looked out for each other, regardless of clan.

Especially the children.

"He's a good kid," Usagi said, jerking his head towards the door. "Seems like he's got the makings of a real swordsman one day."

Leo hesitated. "Yeah, he does."

"...But?"

"He's a good kid," he repeated quietly.

Usagi sat silently, stretching out the stiffness in his hip from spending his young adulthood getting tossed around by Yokai and Krang alike. Silence was hardly his strongsuit- but given the furrow to the leader of the Resistance's brow, Usagi suspected there was more to hear.

"He deserves more," Leo admitted under his breath, proving Usagi's hunch correct and catching him off guard all at once.

He glanced up, unsure how to proceed, how to keep Leo comfortable enough to continue with his unusual vulnerability. Stay silent? Say something? Agree? Offer an anecdote of his experience with Hana? Reassure him that Casey was getting the best opportunities possible?

Leo saved him, exhaling sharply through his nose. "He deserves the world, but at this point I'd settle for some crayons." He looked up with a wry smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "They're a little hard to come by these days."

"If I see any, you'll be the first to know," Usagi promised.

His tone was more serious than Leo had expected, judging by the way his eyes went wide. But as always, the turtle recovered quickly- quickly enough that Usagi didn't have a chance to regret it. "Thank you," he smiled, genuinely this time.

A warm beat passed.

"Well then," Leo smacked his leg, smile morphing to a familiar smirk. "Care to spar? Casey softened me up- you might stand a chance now."

"I see he's surpassed you in smack talk."

"I think you're biased."

Usagi rolled his eyes fondly, pushing himself off the ground and extending a hand to Leonardo. "C'mon, old man. Time to get annotated. Again."

#moji writes #moji's stuff #leoichi #leo #leo rottmnt #future leo #future rottmnt #rottmnt #casey jones jr #yuichi usagi #tmnt #tmnt fic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #leosagi #that's my queue!

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curlyheadedfuck · 1 year

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My Forever Ships

… through the years

Xena & Gabrielle

The OG lesbian ship that brought me here.

They’re the first women I ever see kiss

and I see myself like never before.

Elphaba & Glinda

My first ever ship. My first fandom.

The first time I learn subtext is another word for longing.

Pink and green look good together.

Olivia & Casey

Because who hasn’t had a Law & Order: SVU obsession.

I don’t believe Olivia is straight,

have you seen those ADAs?

Olivia & Alex, by association.

Why not? It’s hot.

Rizzoli & Isles

I love the opposites attract trope, a total fucking sucker.

These two are the weird curvy edges

that fit perfectly together.

(and holy subtext, heterosexuals)

Bo & Lauren

What is love without a lion and a lamb?

Neither can help themselves

and love always finds a way.

Kahlan & Cara

The pairing born from the actresses sexual tension.

Enemies to loves is more compelling than

two good guys falling in love.

Myka & Helena

The love story that should have been, the romance I’ll always want to write,

so justice finally meets a happy ending.

All I have to do is change the rules.

Bradley & Laura

My current favorite, with similarities too close to home.

I’ve been here before, although my Laura did not have her shit together.

I’m both of these women. I have been and I will be.

Happy Valentines Day

To: All the ships that made me believe love is not a lie

Love, D

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ne0nlightzz · 10 months

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someone please request a one shot or give me a prompt idea or something- im desprate at this point [i put info/fandoms in the tags!:D] i also just really dont want to work on part 5 of my story even though it was supposed to be posted like a month ago

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coffee-n-some-cream · 9 months

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Here's a little Rasey meet cute snippet from a bigger project I'm working on. The story isn't Raph/Casey centric and I wasn't sure I was even gonna put the ship in, but apparently I can't help myself!

Casey Jones was on the hunt. Shrouded in a dark hood and menacing mask, he lurked in the shadows, watching over his city from the rooftops and striking fear into the hearts of friends and foe alike.

The lead of the pencil Casey was sketching with broke at the tip, and he sighed as he pushed more out. One sneaker-clad foot hung down, tapping a rhythm against the fire escape. His earbuds hung in a loop around his neck and pushed out music as loud as they could, the sound tinny and crunchy. His mask was pushed up onto the top of his head, and he stuck his tongue out as he concentrated on the drawing, filling in his hoodie with hatching. His own dark form crouched on the page, intense gaze peering out from his skull-like mask. He hummed, lightly sketched out a cape flowing dramatically from his back, then frowned and erased it. Nah, that looked stupid.

He glanced up to check the surrounding alleyways and streets for any nefarious criminals.

From the highest point, he could survey all of Brooklyn. He was an all-seeing watchdog, ready to sink his teeth into the neck of any foolish trespasser.

A breeze tousled his messy hair. He watched an empty plastic bag dance down an alley, listened to the rustle of a cat digging through the trash. Nothing. He sighed. Another dead night. Maybe he needed to take his act to another part of the city?

Movement along the rooftops caught his eye. He squinted and leaned forward, peering at the shadowy figure that was sprinting across roofs and hopping alleyway gaps with a speed and grace that was, frankly, unfair. Was that…? Casey shoved his hand in his backpack and frantically fished out his binoculars, wanting to get a good look at the person before they ran out of sight. But lucky for him, as he raised them to his eyes, the person paused on one of the rooftops and didn’t move.

A burly build, green skin, red bandana hanging around his shoulders. “Hello again,” Casey muttered to himself, zooming the binoculars in to get a better look at him. He was slumped over the edge of the rooftop, resting his arms on the ledge and letting his head hang down.

An old challenger returns.

Casey threw his things into his backpack, pulled his mask down over his face, and scrambled up. The clanging of the fire escape followed him as he made for the turtle mutant.

The night air was cool and felt good against the warmth of his skin. Raph took deep breaths, trying to let it soak into him, to temper the burning that was starting to choke him from the inside out, but it didn’t help any.

His brothers' eyes flashed through his mind. Worried, gentle, caring, unsure. Unsure what to say to him, what to do with him, but always trying to be understanding. They were everything but what they should be, which was angry. Resentful. They should even hate him a little bit. He knew they wouldn't. Couldn't. But they should.

He dug his fingernails into his arm, willing the skin to break and bleed. It didn't, of course. It held firm like soft leather. He squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced, the lump in his throat unbearable.

“Fuck,” he muttered, before taking one more deep breath and forcing himself to relax. His face, his throat, his back, his chest, his hands, all loosened the impossible tension he held them under. And slowly, his chin trembled, his lips pulled back, his throat pushed, and a sob fell out of his mouth.

He ducked his head down. It didn’t matter that he was entirely alone. His hands went over his face as another sob tore through him and tears started to pool in his palms. His breathing was haggard and quick no matter how he tried to deepen it, and his shoulders heaved. He let it go, knowing that the tears and the snot and the cries were the only way to loosen the knot in his chest, to quell the burning in his throat.

A shuffling of feet sounded to his left. He whipped his head up, jumping back and reaching one hand for the sai at his side.

“Woah there.” Hands up in surrender, the guy came to a halt. Hockey mask over his face, golf bag of old sports equipment on his back… it was the guy from the park. Casey Jones. Fucking Christ. “I come in peace.”

Raph eyed him up and down, taking in the relaxed stance and unassuming gaze. He let his hand fall from his sai and turned so he was staring over the ledge again, very aware of how he must look. Great. This total asshole of a stranger had caught him alone on a rooftop, bawling his eyes out. It made his hackles rise, and he opened his mouth to tell the guy to fuck off.

A little hiccup came out instead, and with that, he lost every ounce of energy he had to be upset. Instead of saying anything, he just gave the guy a watery glare.

Seeing that Raph wasn’t about to attack him, Casey moved a bit closer and leaned one hand casually against the ledge, propping the other one on his hip. He gave Raph a lidded look. “We meet again.”

Raph cocked a brow at him. “Uh-huh. What do you want?”

Casey shrugged. “Well, I was gonna challenge you to a duel, but seeing as you’re in the middle of crying, I’m gonna assume you’re not in the headspace for it.”

“I’m not in the middle of crying,” Raph lied, unsure why he was even trying.

“You very clearly are crying.”

“Also, a duel? Really? What, are we gonna turn our backs? Take ten paces?” He laughed a little at the ridiculous image. “Draw pistols?”

Raph couldn’t see it behind the mask, but Casey smiled at him. The turtle mutant looked so different without the mask over his eyes, face open and bare. He was an absolute mess. His face was covered in tears and snot, his eyes were red-rimmed, his cheeks were flushed, he looked miserable. His glare was still biting, his watery laugh was still deep and full. Something about it all tugged at Casey’s chest.

“Okay, fine, wise guy.” He stepped closer so he was right next to the mutant, put his back against the ledge, and tipped the mask back so it was on top of his head. “What do you wanna call it?”

“A fight.” The turtle wiped some of the snot off his face with the back of his hand, then turned his head to look at Casey full-on. “It’s just a fight.”

Casey sat under the heavy stare of both amber eyes for a moment. Then he rolled his eyes. “Pssshhh. Boring! Duel sounds way cooler. I don’t care if we have to break out the pistols, we’re gonna duel.”

The turtle shook his head, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah but in a cute way, right?”

Raph gave him an incredulous look and lied for the second time that night. “No. Not in a cute way.”

Casey shoved a fist against his chest. “Oof! Straight to the heart!” He leaned closer to Raph. “So… since we can’t duel because you’re crying and stuff–”

“Not crying.”

“Uh-huh. Do you wanna talk about why you’re crying?”

Raph gave him a truly disgusted look. “To you?”

“Why not?”

“You’re a total stranger, and the only other time I interacted with you, we were enemies.”

“Woah, woah, enemies? I wouldn’t say that.”

“We fought.”

“We dueled, totally different.”

Raph scoffed and looked away. Casey chewed on his lip, thinking, then slapped a hand against the turtle’s shoulder.

“You know what makes me feel better when everything is shit?”

Raph looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “...what?”

Casey pulled a baseball bat from the golf bag on his back and brandished it proudly. “Bustin’ heads.”

The turtle eyed the bat warily for a moment. “Uh, yeah, I noticed that’s how you get your kicks. You kinda have a hard time… stopping. Busting their heads, I mean.”

A shrug. “Yeah, sometimes. Don’t worry, I’ll be good.” He batted eyelashes at Raph and offered a winning grin. “C’mon.”

Raph pursed his lips, thinking that he should really be getting back because Leo did not like anyone being gone too long, especially when he was injured like this, when he couldn’t just get up and track them down. But Casey’s smile was lively and warm, and it was hard not to smile back.

“Alright.” He pushed away from the ledge and gave his face one last wipe to remove the evidence of his crying session. “I could go for some head-busting.”

“Hell yeah!” Casey grabbed his wrist to tug him toward the fire escape, then let go. “Hey, what’s your name by the way? Or, like, do you have a name?”

Raph looked down at his own wrist, then back up at Casey as he pulled his hockey mask back over his face. He actually looked kind of menacing, with a face of bone white and shadow, but Raph knew that the smile was still wide and burning bright under there. “It’s Raph.”

Casey swung down onto the fire escape. “They won’t know what hit ‘em, Raph!”

#my writing #fandom writings #fanfiction #fanfic #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raph #raphael #casey jones #rasey #sorry this isn't very polished or interesting i promise its better in context #anyway have a meetcute (part 2 because they technically already met?)#this is from my own tmnt version where the turtles are genetically engineered to be super soldiers so raph has really tough skin #dulled pain receptors and he doesn't get hurt very easily #and it causes lots of guilt and stuff ofc lmao #idk if this is gonna go on ao3 cause i don't really like it enough

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ashtonisvibing · 5 months

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"One last lullaby?"

Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: Normalcy AU

Ship(s): None

Character(s): Robbie the Zombie, Henrik von Schneeplestein

Warning(s): None

Originally Published: Nov. 28, 2023

Author's Notes:

yayaya, more stuff with robbie and henrik!

robbie's much more aged up than the last entry with them, and wants one last song before they head off to college :}

pronouns check:

henrik - he/him

robbie: they/them, he/him, it/its

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"C'mon you stupid suitcase-!" Robbie grunted out as they tried to put all of their weight onto the suitcase on the floor, one arm carefully slipping from under their chest so they could grab the zipper and finally zip it closed. They'd spent nearly half an hour now to close their luggage despite the glaring issue that the case was simply too full. And that issue became even more obvious when they realized the zipper stopped nearly halfway around, with the same happening to the other zipper. "Oh you fucking-" They simply let out a frustrated sigh before collapsing face down onto the luggage. No point in continuing when it was obvious that failure was the only option here.

"I think that you might have packed too much there." A voice and a chuckle sounded from the doorway. Robbie tilted their head enough to see their papa, Henrik, now standing with an amused smile as he watched his child lay in defeat. They simply responded with a whine and a roll of their eyes as they moved their head so it was back in the rough material. "You do know you can bring more than one suitcase, ja?" Henrik chuckled again as he came over, sitting down in front of his child.

"Thought I could make it easier and put everything in.." They mumbled before finally sitting up, doing a quick shake of their head to get their bright purple hair out of their face. "That way I'm not overloading Casey's car. She's letting me ride with her, remember?"

The doctor sighed as he unzipped the luggage to see what Robbie could have packed. There were some clothes, their bear stuffie, accessories, various hygiene products. Nothing was packed properly though, it was all just piled into the casing haphazardly, ensuring that the luggage would have never closed properly. "Bärchen, this is an absolute mess! No wonder you couldn't close this, nothing is even folded properly!" He made quick work to pull everything out of the suitcase and started folding the clothes so they wouldn't just be a bunched up pile. "And this is hardly enough for a university student. Even if you put more stuff into a separate backpack this would not be enough." He set a folded pair of overalls into the case before continuing. "This is why I suggested that you just have me drive you there. That way you can bring as much as you will need. You were going to bring your hamper and trash bin with you, ja? And what about hang-"

Henrik quickly cut himself off when he noticed that Robbie had started crying while he was speaking. Now he was immediately filled with worry and a bit of panic. He thought that maybe his parental ranting had caused the tears, maybe he was being too harsh without even realizing. He shifted himself so he was now sitting in front of his child, gently pulling them into his arms. "Oh, bärchen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh.. You don't have to bring everything with you if you do not want to, I was just making suggestions.."

Robbie shook their head, their arms wrapping just as tightly around their papa. "Mm-mm, I just-" They sniffled. "I'm gonna miss you being so... Parental all the time.." They chuckled a little as they used the sleeve of their hoodie to wipe their tears away. "Why I was so insistent on Casey bringing me.. Cuz you wouldn't be seeing me cry when I- I had to leave.." Despite their attempt to wipe their tears away they had come back at full force. They hid their tears away in their papa's neck as he gently pulled them into his lap so he could hold them closer. He wasn't able to help his own tears that had started to form.

"Robbie, that is the silliest reason I have heard to not wanting me to drive you to university.." Henrik chuckled softly as his fingers gently combed through the other's hair. "I am fine with you wanting to ride with Casey, you know that I trust her. But I also want to be there during such a big moment. This will be your first day of university, I wouldn't want to miss this for anything. I even requested the day off just in case you changed your mind." He then gently pulled Robbie from their hiding spot so he could look at their face. "I have seen so many tears from you, and I will be perfectly happy with seeing some more tomorrow, okay?" Robbie only gave a little nod in response. "Okay. You do not have to go in until the afternoon tomorrow?" They nodded again.

"Yeah, around twelve or so."

"Alright. How about we save the packing until tomorrow morning then. And I will help you so you are not piling clothes into your suitcase." The pair shared a chuckle as Robbie gave another nod, wiping their eyes of their tears. "For now I think you could use some sleep. Do you want me to drive you tomorrow?"

Robbie paused a second as they thought over their answer. Although deep down they knew what that answer truly was. "... Yeah. I'll text Casey sometime tomorrow to let her know the change of plans and stuff. She'll probably make it seem like I'm breaking up with her." They snickered as they stood up, stretching their arms up over their head.

"Which you two are not, correct? Because you're-"

"Yes Papa, we are not dating." Robbie rolled their eyes a little as they pulled their bear stuffie from the rest of the pile that Henrik hadn't finished, plopping themself onto the edge of their bed. "That kiss was just a "fuck it, why not?" moment between friends. There's nothing more between us." Henrik was constantly asking if Robbie and their friend were dating, ever since he caught them sharing a kiss in the bedroom. He was fine with it being a kiss between friends, and he was fine with the possibility of anything more coming out of their friendship. But that didn't mean he wasn't always trying to find out if anything had suddenly changed between them.

The doctor put his hands up in the air as he chuckled softly, showing he was backing down. "Alright, alright, I'm just making sure. There would be nothing-"

"Yeah, yeah, nothing wrong with us dating, I knowwww." Robbie let themself fall backwards so they were now laying down. "You're the most supportive dad in the world, I know you'd be fine with pretty much anything so long as it's not illegal. Though even then if it's shoplifting you'd be cool with that, too."

"So long as it is shoplifting for necessities." Henrik chuckled as he started putting the rest of the pile of clothes into the suitcase still on the floor so that they weren't just sitting there. "I am fine with your love of anarchy and such so long as it doesn't get you into too much trouble."

Robbie could only respond with a little hum as they adjusted themself so they'd be under the covers, watching their papa fold the clothes and put them all away far more neatly than they ever could. They figured it probably came from him having to pretty much be both their mom and dad for them their entire life, at least until they were old enough to take care of themself. Kind of had to do everything as neatly as he could, and Robbie was always thankful that he bothered. It wasn't very long until Henrik had finished packing at the very least the clothes, just placing the rest that was in the luggage on top for later. Yet in that short time Robbie was already starting to fall asleep, and when Hen noticed this he couldn't help his soft chuckle as he got up and placed a small kiss on his child's head.

"Get some sleep now, bärchen..." Henrik spoke as softly as he could, moving a little bit of hair out of the other's face. "I'm sure you will need it, you have a busy day tomorrow..."

Before he was able to even turn away he was stopped by a hand carefully grabbing his wrist. Robbie was almost completely covered by their blanket, only the upper half of their head being visible now. "Could you sing me something..?" They were interrupted by a yawn. "Like when I was a kid.."

Henrik had to swallow back the joy and adoration that hearing that question gave him. It had been years since he sang Robbie to sleep, he had only really stopped when he also stopped putting them to bed in general. It made him feel a sense of nostalgia from when they were so much younger. How could he possibly say no to such a thing? "Of course I can. Move over." He chuckled a little, and once Robbie moved over he got himself under the blanket as well. The other was quick to snuggle right into his arms, head resting on his chest and unable to help their sleepy little smile when they heard the faint sound of their papa's heartbeat. It was such a soothing rhythm that they were tempted to just fall asleep right then and there. But they managed to keep awake long enough to at least hear the beginning of the lullaby.

Robbie didn't expect themself to remember the melody so quickly. It was completely in german, one that Henrik always sang to them when they were a child and just completely unable to fall asleep. According to the doctor it was a song his own mama sang to him as well. Henrik's voice wasn't the absolute greatest when it came to singing, but Robbie would never complain, especially not now when they had so many happy memories with this lullaby. And it's not like they could complain if they wanted to, what with how tired they were becoming. They could barely keep their eyes open as they tried to snuggle closer to their father. The last thing they noticed before they finally drifted off to sleep was the kiss on their head and Henrik's arms wrapping tighter around themself, and it left them falling asleep with a smile. They didn't know if their papa stayed after the lullaby was gone, if maybe he fell asleep in their bed with them. At the moment they didn't really care. All they cared about was hearing that precious lullaby one last time.

Before they had to go off to college, and take their first step into adulthood, they got to feel like a kid again.

#ashton is writing #normalcy au #robbie the zombie #henrik von schneeplestein #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye egos #father henrik my absolute beloved #help i love their relationship #love me some father/child bonding #anyways mini blurb of robbie the night before they go to college #i've now unlocked writing college stuff with them and casey :}

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