#garbage kings

[wonderworman-archive]

kings of making out next to garbage 

[big-ass-magnet]

Raph hallucinating because he's been bitten again by Xever and all he can see are Casey Jones: Muscle Men. (Men. Several. Flexing.)

Leo landed on his knees and grabbed his brother’s hand.

“Raph! Raph, are you okay?”

Raph was pale under the green, his pupils shrunk to pinpricks, chest heaving for air as his eyes darted around the room.

“Raph, talk to me!”

Raph let out a low moan of terror.

“I can’t,” he rasped. “I can’t.”

Casey was leaning against the wall behind Leo, one foot against the wall, one arm splayed above his head. He gave Raph a sultry half-smile.

“Hey there, hot stuff. What’s say you and me go someplace and…practice our moves?”

Across the room was another Casey. This one was shirtless, puffing out his skinny chest and flexing his arms. He was silent, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes of poorly-written, prose-heavy romance novels.

“It’s not real,” Raph gulped. “It’s not real it’s not real it’s not-”

There was another Casey on a nearby ledge, reclining on the concrete in nothing but his boxer shorts.

“You see something you like?” he asked, and winked.

Raph twitched.

“I have this under control, I have this under control.” He pointed a shaking finger at one of the flexing Casey’s. “YOU AREN’T REAL!”

 Casey’s voice purred in Raph’s ear. “C’mon, quit lying to yourself, man. We both know what you really want.”

“Donnie you need to get down here right now. I’m pretty sure Raph is about to have a heart attack.”

“You don’t know me! You don’t know my life! Get out of my head!” 

I know you requested muscle men, but I’m sorry, there’s no way Casey two-toothpicks-in-a-pair-of-skinny-jeans Jones has any real muscles to flex. Anyway, this happened, I hope you enjoy it anyway.

[big-ass-magnet]

Busted -- a Raph/Casey ficlet

Apparently I cope with the stress of a new ship by writing fic for them. 

Casey’s family finds out about Casey’s new boyfriend. 

Dinner time was family time at the Jones household. No tv, no video games, no phones, just the three of them crowded around the kitchen table. Mr Jones might resemble a shaved bear with a bad attitude, but he was, at heart, a family man.  

“Okay kids,” he said. “What’s new?”

“Coach ordered the new hockey jerseys,” Casey said. “They’re comin in next week and they are gonna be suh-weet. AND coach said he wants me to start playing center.”

Mr Jones made an approving noise and turned to his daughter.

“Riley?”

“Ummm, we had a math quiz today, and we did paper mache in art class, and Sarah threw up in the locker room after gym. And Casey has a boyfriend.”

Casey choked on his milk, spilling it down his shirt.

“I do not!” he yelled, voice cracking.

“He does!”

Mr Jones raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”  

“She’s lying!”

“I am not! I saw you kissing on the fire escape last night when you came home!” She made kissing noises. “ ‘mwah mwah oooh Raph you’re such a good kisser mwah mwah’– ow!”

Casey kicked her under the table again.

“I’m going to turn you inside out you little twerp!”

“Alright, alright,” Mr Jones said, pushing Casey back into his seat. “Riley, no one likes a snitch. Casey, don’t hit your sister.”

Casey scowled at Riley, who stuck her tongue out. Mr Jones gave his son a stern look.

“You know I don’t like you playing around on that fire escape. You wanna make out with your boyfriend, you do it on the roof or in the house.”

“Aaaww, Dad.”

“And I want you to keep it at first base. You don’t run for home till you’re eighteen, got it?”  

Casey put his head on the table and covered his head in his arms, letting out a long unhappy groan.

“Raph and Casey sittin in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-“