#Lee Casey Jr

[xavitron883]

More lee Casey!!

Casey was taking a nap with Raph when he desides to wake Casey up with his signature "Raph-Berries"

Raph is such a gremlin i love him!

[savemeafruitjuice]

Lee Casey comfort tkls? Like he has a nightmare about his past (future?) and his new family helps him calm down (April, Mikey raph Leo Donnie)

la di daa~

(this has spoilers for the Rise! movie, so beware!!)

TW!: ANGST (Flashbacks), NIGHTMARE, CHARACTER DEATHS (Canon to the movie)

Lee! Casey Junior, slight Leo

Ler! Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo, April

It's cold.

Everyone is scared, and tired.

"We lost.."

Casey Junior was lying stiff as a board on the ground. He held his breath. They could come at any moment, and he'd be unprepared. The horrible Krang would invade their home, and kill the rest of his family. They'd already lost so much- he knew he wouldn't be able to go on if they got Master Leonardo, or Michelangelo. No matter how tough his senseis are, there is no guarantee they'd survive.

Oh, Michelangelo. His kind eyes were wise well beyond his years. He remembered how he would smile and comfort him after a stressful day, and how incredible he looked when using his ninpo. The bright glow never failed to amaze him. Especially the portals he'd make-

No.

Don't think about that.

But it was too late. Reality hit Casey like a brick, and he remembered the last time he saw him, saw any of his family, and even the world he grew up in, being pushed into a portal after Mikey's sacrifice.

He startled with a gasp, jolting upwards and scanning the dark room he was in. Right, he was in a different timeline now. A safer one, but a much lonelier one.

All of the despair that lingered in his chest from the dream overwhelmed him, tears carrying the sadness from his eyes as he brought a hand to his mouth- a habit he'd picked up as to not bring attention to himself. Any noise could be the difference between life and death in The Resistance.

Casey sat there for a moment on the soft bed that was set up for him by Raphael. He knew the Krang were gone, that the horrors were over, but why was it so hard to move on? He sighed. He couldn't just forget and live a normal life after that. He was the only piece of evidence anyone would ever see that his world existed. Moving on would be too difficult.

It was what Master Leonardo would have wanted for him.

He grimaced, sobbing helplessly into his hand once more. His sensei would want him to be happy.

There were footsteps down the hall.

They were coming closer.

Casey backed up on the bed, pressing up against the wall behind him. There was a soft knock on the wall, a quiet voice calling out to him.

"Casey? Are you alright? I heard a noise.."

It was Donatello.

He'd know the voice anywhere. The raven-haired teen relaxed his shoulders slightly, a weak answer coming forth.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine."

Yikes. He definitely sounded like he'd been crying. There was a slight pause at the door.

"..Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure."

Casey wiped his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. The olive-skinned turtle pushed back the curtains at the doorway, assessing the situation. He sat next to the disheveled looking boy.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

After a small head-shake, the purple-themed turtle fidgeted with his fingers. "I'm not the best at this.. Would it be okay for me to get the others? I'm sure they wouldn't mind- If you're okay with them being in here, that is."

"Okay."

"I'll be right back then."

A minute or so later, Donnie returned with his brothers and April, all groggily stumbling into the train car. "Are you alright, future boy?" April asked, noticing the red tint in his eyes.

"I'm okay, just a bad dream I guess."

A very sleepy looking Leo walked into the train car, slumping down next to Casey and resting his head on his shoulder. Casey couldn't tell if the turtle had fully processed what he was doing, but judging by the slurred muttering, he guessed not. "Ya know.. 'S okay to be sad, things'r gonna be tough.."

Mikey was next to come in, sitting to the boy's left and offering a tired smile, all too similar to that of the one his future self wore. "Is it about what happened a couple days ago?" he nodded, and the youngest brother gently took his hand, squeezing ever so slightly. The rest of the crew had come into the room, sitting on the ground as they provided various comforts.

"It's just hard to get over, you know? I mean, my whole world was literally stripped away.. Everyone I care about." the teen was met with empathetic eyes, and looked down in embarrassment. "I'm sorry for waking you guys up. I know it's late, and you're all tired."

"Hey, don't be sorry. We wanna make sure you're good. You're family, and we take care of family, no matter what." the artist assured, prompting April to add on. "Mikey's right. We'd hate to see anyone we care about upset."

"C'mere, Case." Raph, who had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, made grabby-hands at Casey, to which the boy timidly stood, causing Leo to grumble and prop himself up with one arm as an alternative to his shoulder. The teen shuffled closer to the snapper, until he was in arms reach. The oldest pulled him into his lap, cradling the smaller teen in his legs.

Casey readjusted, lying on his side as his back now faced Raphael. April leaned over, cupping the raven-haired boy's face, rubbing the base of his ear with her thumb. He scrunched up slightly at that, a smile forming on his lips as he brought his shoulder up instinctively to protect himself.

In between fleeing and fighting for their lives, there had been many times when Casey had been tickled by his family. And though it became less common as he got older, Leonardo had still made sure the boy laughed and had as much fun as possible, one of his favorite methods being via tickles.

This timeline's Leo slid down from the bed and crawled over to the group, followed by Mikey. The slider seemed to be very cuddly, as he draped himself over the two, nuzzling into Casey's neck, smirking when he started giggling. "Wahahait- that feeheels wehihird!"

The futuristic teen squirmed lightly, though the sword-wielder's weight pinned down his left arm, forcing him onto his back. Mikey smiled brightly, newfound energy emanating from him as he joined in on the fun. "You're ticklish? Aww, that's so cute!"

Mikey scribbled over the other side of his neck, grinning wider when he all but melted into the touch. Pink spread over his cheeks, and he tilted his head back, indirectly opening himself up for more scritches. Leo happily took this offer, tickling under his chin. "Dohon't- Don't sahay thahahat!"

"What, that you're ticklish, or that you're cute?" April switched to tracing the shell of the boy's ear, a fond smile splayed on her lips as Casey Junior struggled to keep his composure. He had to admit, even though his fight or flight response was going a little crazy, the affection was taking his mind off of his troubles, calming him down and clearing his head.

"Neihihither!" an overly-dramatic gasp sounded, followed by a halfhearted chastisement from the intellectual soft shell. "Gasp. I think you might be in denial, Casey Jones Junior, because you reside with both of those adjectives, whether you like it or not." and with that, Donnie leaned around Leo, worming his hand under his belly to reach Casey's side. "Nardo, move. You're blocking all the good spots."

Leo squealed, pausing his attack on Casey's chin to curl up, shaking his head as Donnie continued to burrow underneath him. "Dohohonniehe! Stahahap!" The scientist quirked a brow. "Then move, you doofus!"

Donnie's attention redirected to Leo, now squeezing both of his sides as the mentioned turtle thrashed atop of the others, giggling like mad. "OHOKAHAY! IHIHI GihiHIve uhup!" Donnie pulled his hands back, allowing his brother to roll into Raph, his shell pressed against the oldest's plastron as he calmed his giggles.

Donnie paused before sticking his tongue out at Leo, squeezing Casey's left side, rather than the one the blue-themed turtle had been covering in the first place. Leo managed a glare through his residual laughter but got over it pretty quickly, going back to nuzzling the raven-haired boy's neck.

Raph smiled down at his family, enjoying the peaceful time spent together. He decided to join in as well, lifting up Casey's borrowed t-shirt, which was way too big for him, but because they had been trying to recover and recuperate, they hadn't had time to go shopping for clothes for him, and traced along his belly, also giving Donnie more space to tickle as the younger now targeted the teen's ribs.

It was safe to say that Casey was losing his mind. Between Mikey fluttering at his neck, April now scratching at his scalp and Leo practically boring into him, he had no chance of holding back any noises that came from his mouth as Donnie pinched at various places on his ribs and Raph skittered over his torso, who chuckled as he struggled to curl in on himself, part of him wanting desperately to escape, while the rest of him was happy and relaxed in his new friend's- no, family's arms.

"GUHUhuys, Ihi caHAHAn't!" the teen yelped, eyes screwed shut as he hid his pink face behind Leo. "Ah ah ah~" Mikey tsked, "No hiding, we want to see your cute little face!" the artist moved his fluttering up to the boy's jaw, making him giggle a little louder and turn his head to block out the offending fingers. "There we go! Your smile's so pretty, Junior!"

Casey squeaked as Donnie hit a particularly sensitive spot on his ribs, making him arch upwards slightly, before descending into louder giggles as the olive-skinned turtle stayed there. His free hand, which had been previously gently pushing at Leo's head, went to grab Donnie's wrist, only to have fingers wiggle into his armpit.

"MIHICHELAHAHANGELO! NAhahaHA, PLEHEHEASE!" He immediately clamped his arm down, but that did little to stop the orange-themed turtle from pressing into the sensitive skin. Casey tried to roll over to his right to dampen the sensation, but Leo prevented him from doing that as well.

April cooed, still playing with his hair, as Raph went to squeeze at the boys knees, smiling wider as he kicked his legs out. His knees were a bad spot, and Casey squealed, unsure of how much more he could take before tapping out.

His last bit of resolve flew out the window when Leo blew a raspberry against his neck, making him jolt away. "NOHOHO MOHORE! IHI CAHAN'T!"

Everyone's fingers slowed, Mikey and Donnie backing up a little to give him space. Casey panted, wrapping his unpinned arm around his torso, trying to catch his breath.

"You okay? We gotcha pretty good there." Mikey asked, snickering at the giggly puddle they had reduced the tense boy to. "Yeheah, just need toho- cahatch my breheath." He managed, taking in lung fulls of air.

The eldest brother picked up the two in his lap, gently placing them atop his chest, letting out a grunt when April crashed into him to join them. Donnie lied beside Raph, pressing against his side, Mikey crawling on top of all of them, making his siblings laugh.

Casey yawned, relaxing under the bodies, and began falling asleep, the rest taking his lead. "You don't mind the extra weight, right Raph?" Leo asked, to which the sai user chuckled. "Nah, Raph doesn't mind."

This was an older ask, but my brain refused to let me work on anything else, so here you go! This was so fun to write, and turned out to be really sweet and fun! 😊

[superfruitland]

getting back into the swing of drawing my boys again

[heckitall]

Same As It Never Will Be

back - next

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WHOA HELLO long time no see! it's funny in both my on-going comics, there's a current time-jump.

also, side bar, i am fixing the links later today on all the SAINWB pages - they've been broken for a hot second lmao

[grumpytheunicorn]

He is so proud. So proud of his rock.

(Mikey is losing his shit)

[tastybluesprite]

Tickle crabs

This fic is inspired by that one Bluey episode “Tickle Crabs.” It was so cutttee I couldn’t help but imagine Donnie with Casey in this. It takes place in the future timeline.

Warnings: None aside from tickling so if that’s not your thing just keep scrolling <3

Summery: Casey wants to play. Unfortunately Donnie got stuck with babysitting him.

Casey Jr was quite the handful. The brothers would usually take turns watching the little kid, but sometimes they had to team up to keep him entertained (and of course to keep him safe). The poor kid however, got stuck with uncle Donnie in his lab.

“I wanna play a game!” Casey Jr whined. Donnie sighed, “I do not have the time Casey.”

Carey pouted. He wished master Leonardo was here. At least he would play with him. He decided to try the only thing he could think of. He climbed onto the scientists lap and made the biggest, and cutest puppy dog eyes that could’ve put Mikey’s to shame.

Donnie looked at his face for a moment before sighing again. “Fine. I suppose a little break couldn’t hurt.” Donnie might have an emotionally unavailable bad boy image, but puppy dog eyes were one of his biggest weaknesses when it came to Casey and Mikey (even Leo on a good day).

Anyway, Donnie swiveled his computer chair towards the young boy. “What do you want to do.” A mischievous glint shone in the child’s eyes. Donnie felt that he was up to something.

Turns out he was right. Casey suddenly pounced onto him and began pinching his fingers at any bit of skin he could reach. Donnie yelped out in surprise. “H-hey!” He got up, pushing the child off him, and tried to run. He was not about to get taken down from tickling by a little kid.

“TICKLE CRAB!!!” The child squealed as he ran after his mutant scientist uncle. Now you might think, why can’t Donnie just tickle him back to fight him? You see once Donnie is taken down, he’s too weak and uncoordinated to fight back. In other terms, he’d become completely helpless. Donnie thought he would be able to out run the little demon that was Casey Jr (no doubt he inherited his mother Cassandra’s spirit).

“NO! No!!! Absolutely not!!! Get back!! Nooo ‘tickle crabs’!!!” Donnie protested as he ran for it. Soon he bumped into Leo. “Oh hey Donton. What happened? Is Casey ok?” He asked with a slight look of concern. “Nardo! Ohmigosh you gotta help me! That demon won’t leave me alone!” Donnie hid behind his twin as Casey Jr caught up.

“Ah, there you are Junior!” Leo greeted his apprentice with a smile. “Are you giving uncle Donnie a hard time?” He asked with a tone of pride. Casey flashed a toothy grin and pinched his fingers like a crab.

A smirk overtook the blue ninjas face as he suddenly understood what was going on. “Awe is he not playing with you? I can help with that!” And before Donnie could say ‘uranium’ Leo whipped around and wrestled his genius twin to the floor. Leo was technically stronger as he trained a lot more, so Donnie could kiss any hope of escape goodbye. Leo had him flat on his shell, and his arms pinned firmly above him, with Leo looking over him from behind.

“N-no!! Waitwaitwaitwait dohohont!!!” Donnie pleaded as Casey came closer. “Already giggling? Dude did you get more ticklish since we were kids?” Leo asked in a lightheartedly teasing tone. “Sh-shuhuhut uhuppp!!! N-NO!!”

Casey climbed on top of his uncles now entirely unprotected torso. Before Donnie could protest anymore Casey began pinching his fingers like a crab against Donnie’s sides. Donnie nearly burst into uncontrollable giggles, but forced himself to hold it in. He was NOT going to surrender to such childish methods. Leo grinned, knowing what his twin was doing.

“Awww don’t hide that laughter from us Donton~” he teased, poking at his side also.

Donnie couldn’t move much as he didn’t want to accidentally hurt Casey, but that didn’t stop him from shifting around wildly and kicking his legs.

He couldn’t believe Leo. Well actually… yes. Yes he could. He was so gonna pay.

Casey began tickling more in other places he could reach, but when he started wiggling his fingers into the mutants ribs, Donnie lost it.

“Gahahaha nohohoho!!!!”

“Wow you hit a pretty good spot!” Leo told his apprentice with a grin.

“Leheheheohohoo mahahahahake hihihim stohohop!!!”

“Huh? But why? Your the one who won’t play with him.” Leo teased.

“LEHEONAHARDO IHI SWHEHEAHAR-”

Leo laughed. “Ahalright alright fine. Casey that’s enough.”

Casey stopped and got off him.

Donnie was about to get up, but Leo quickly went around from above him to straddle the scientists.

“LEO!” Donnie huffed with annoyance as he tried and failed to push his older twin off.

“Nah. It’s my turn now!” And Leo descended his hands on Donnie to drill at his upper ribs. Donnie let out a shriek as he clamped his arms down, bursting into more laughter. He was now thrashing under his twin as he didn’t having Casey on him anymore.

“See Case? This is how you pick apart our dear uncle tello.” Leo told the younger as if he wasn’t absolutely taking apart the poor scientist. Casey watched intently, giggling at the thrashing mutant.

“But! If you really wanna get him…” Leo pinned his arms above his head. “L-LEO!!! Nohoho plehehease!!!”

He knew what that meant.

Leo began digging into his underarms harshly. Donnie burst into violent hysterical cackles, kicking his legs out from behind Leo.

“See? Now this spot is a killer for uncle Tello.” Leo said with a smirk as he took apart his younger twin. Donnie was only making incomprehensible noises which was all he could do through the extreme laughter.

Soon his laughter went silent, and Leo took that as a sign that he couldn’t take any more.

He got off Donnie as the purple loving mutant stayed laying on the floor, trying to catch his breath. “I’m… gohonna… ghet you bahack… soho hahard…” He threatened.

“Ok tough guy.” Leo teased with a smirk as he poked his cheek. Leo then scooped up Casey Jr. “Now you know how to really get him!” He told the kid. “Use the information wisely.”

“LEO!!!” Donnie yelled as he got up to chase after his brother, who just took off with Casey. They really were gonna be the death of him.

[davidrivkin]

Applying the Insurrection Clause to the presidency would have given rogue states too much power

By David B. Rivkin, Jr., and Lee A. Casey

February 7, 2024, in the Wall Street Journal

The case of Trump v. Anderson, in which Donald Trump asks the Supreme Court to reverse a ruling that bars him from Colorado’s presidential ballot, raises many complicated legal and factual questions. The justices should ignore them and decide a simple one: Does Section 3 of the 14th Amendment, which disqualifies certain former officeholders who have “engaged in insurrection,” apply to the presidency?

As Michael Mukasey has argued in these pages, the answer is no. Those who are covered by the Insurrection Clause are specifically disqualified from serving as members of Congress or the Electoral College—not as president or vice president. They are also barred from state office and from “any office, civil or military, under the United States.” But “any office” refers to appointive posts such as judges, generals and cabinet secretaries, and “officers of the United States” are appointed, not elected.

This raises an obvious question: Why would the authors of the 14th Amendment exclude the presidency? For two compelling and practical reasons, which reinforce Section 3’s plain meaning.

First, by the time the amendment was ratified in 1868, the states had largely adopted a system whereby presidential electors, instead of being appointed by state legislatures, were chosen by popular vote after committing to a particular candidate. If no former Confederates (or more modern insurrectionists) could stand for election as presidential electors, there would be little chance of an insurrectionist president. (As Mr. Mukasey also observed, if the president were covered, there would be no reason to cover presidential electors, who wouldn’t be able to elect an insurrectionist if they wanted to.)

Second, there was no way to cover the presidency without violating the Constitution’s established federalism principles, which require states to act uniformly when dealing with federal laws and institutions. These principles are at the root of several constitutional provisions, including the equal representation of states in the Senate, the Supremacy Clause and the Full Faith and Credit Clause. These provisions are indispensable in making the federal republic functional.

Applying Section 3’s disqualification to the presidency would create exactly the uniformity problem the Supreme Court now faces—different states reaching different conclusions about what is and isn’t an insurrection in the context of a national election.

There is ample evidence that the 14th Amendment’s drafters paid great attention to federalism concerns. This is particularly true regarding the amendment’s first two sections, which dramatically reshaped the relationship between U.S. citizens and the federal and state governments by requiring states to respect federal constitutional rights. As legal scholar Kurt T. Lash recounted in “Federalism and the Original Fourteenth Amendment,” a 2019 article, radical Republicans, who favored stronger federal power, clashed with moderate Republicans determined to preserve states’ rights under the Constitution’s original Madisonian federalism architecture. It is implausible that they would have fought hard to protect federalism while permitting each state to determine presidential disqualification for itself.

In U.S. Term Limits v. Thornton (1995), the Supreme Court held that states couldn’t impose their own qualifications on members of Congress. Justice John Paul Stevens’s majority opinion discussed at length how elections to the national legislature involved the people of the U.S. rather than citizens of each state, requiring that qualifications be nationally uniform. This logic is even more compelling when it comes to the president, who is elected by the entire nation. As Alexander Hamilton wrote in Federalist No. 68, the Framers made the “appointment of the president” depend “in the first instance to an immediate act of the people of America, to be exerted in the choice of persons for the temporary and sole purpose of making the appointment”—members of the Electoral College.

The Constitution authorizes state legislatures to determine how presidential electors are selected—and even to appoint them directly, as Colorado did in 1876—and the qualifications for serving as president are stated in the constitutional text. There is no indication that the states may interpret these for themselves. Stevens wrote that while states can adopt “election procedures” (his emphasis) that govern access to the ballot—such as signature requirements for independent candidates or “sore loser” provisions that bar a third-party run by a former candidate for a major-party nomination—they can’t set or revise qualifications for federal office.

Some of Mr. Trump’s opponents have pointed hopefully to Hassan v. Colorado, a 2012 decision of the 10th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in which then-Judge Neil Gorsuch upheld the state’s authority to bar from the ballot a naturalized citizen who wanted to run for president. Abdul Karim Hassan asserted an eccentric theory that the 14th Amendment vitiated the requirement that the president be a natural-born citizen. Judge Gorsuch ruled that “a state’s legitimate interest in protecting the integrity and practical functioning of the political process permits it to exclude from the ballot candidates who are constitutionally prohibited from assuming office”—not that state officials or judges could decide what the qualifications for federal office are.

The meaning of “natural-born citizen” is open to dispute in certain unusual cases involving would-be candidates born overseas to American parents or in unincorporated U.S. territories (where the Constitution doesn’t fully apply). If such a dispute arose and states responded to it differently, the federal courts would have to intervene quickly to impose uniformity. To avoid precisely that sort of situation, the drafters of the 14th Amendment left the presidency out of Section 3.

A Supreme Court decision to that effect would be consistent with the doctrine that judges should avoid deciding constitutional issues unnecessarily. Was the riot of Jan. 6, 2021, an “insurrection”? If so, what does it mean to have “engaged” in it? Does disqualifying someone from office require an act of Congress or a criminal conviction? These questions may be pertinent in future cases, but not in Trump v. Anderson.

Messrs. Rivkin and Casey practice appellate and constitutional law in Washington. They served at the Justice Department and the White House Counsel’s Office in the Reagan and George H.W. Bush administrations.

Source: https://www.wsj.com/articles/colorado-cant-disqualify-trump-from-2024-election-c12a4bc9

[xavitron883]

Have Casey getting attacked by Spirit Leo

In my au, the future turtles arent 100% physical in the present

They have physical bodies thanks to Draxum but they can switch between physical and spirit

Which is where the idea of F! Leo giving Casey phantom tickles came from

He can feel Leo but he cant touch him in this form

[savemeafruitjuice]

Wanted to write this for my friend @xavitron883, that is inspired by their artwork which you can find here! 👇👇👇

Note that this has spoilers for the Rise movie!! Okay here you go!

Lee! Casey Junior

Ler! Mikey

TW!: DEPICTION OF A MILD SCRATCH! (Just an accidental injury, nothing crazy, but they patch it right up!) Other than that just a turtle and his friend!

This shouldn't have been a big deal. Or, even anything worth noting in the first place.

All that had happened was that Casey had gotten a little scratch on his side, having a competition with Mikey over who could run the fastest across the lair, the boy having accidentally scraped against the table in his efforts to win the race. He would have lost anyways, though it was pretty obvious from the start that he couldn't outrun a literal mutant turtle, ESPECIALLY one with powers.

At his wince of pain, said box turtle had immediately stopped and told him to sit down so he could see if it was a bad scratch, and Casey had, lifting his sweater up to expose his now aching side.

"Hmm, it's not too bad. It'll probably bruise though. Want me to get you a bandaid?" Mikey had leaned down to inspect the scratch, already coloring his skin pink, clashing against his lighter colored flank. The raven-haired boy flushed a little at the attention, but nodded.

"Okay. You stay here, and I'll be right back!"

And so he waited, readjusting his grip on the soft knitted article bunched in his fingers as he watched Mikey walk out of the room.

Soon enough, the artist had come back with a bandage in hand, as well as a little tube of antibacterial cream, and sat back down next to the boy. The teen put some of the cream on his finger before carefully reaching his finger over.

Casey immediately became hyper-aware of the finger about to graze his side, breath hitching as he struggled to calm himself. The orange-themed turtle, ever the observer, immediately noticed the way his stomach sucked in slightly, and the small smile creeping into the other's face.

In all honestly, Casey couldn't stop thinking about fingers wiggling across his sides, or squeezing his knees, or.. just being tickled in general, all day. It was beyond embarrassing to admit- to even think about when Mikey was here just trying to help, kind actions and words sent his way, while here he was, struggling with a lee mood.

"Case..? You okay?"

Casey nodded quickly, wanting so badly to tear his eyes away and just not be so sensitive, but his body had other plans. "I'm fine, nothing's wrong!" He finally was able to look away, hiding his face in the neck of his sweater as Mikey looked at him curiously. The turtle shrugged, and swiped his finger over the hurt area, eliciting a yelp from the other.

"It doesn't hurt that bad, does it?" the artist asked, voice laced with concern for the other, only seeming to further the raven-haired boy's embarrassment. "No.. It's nothing. You can keep going."

Mikey immediately pouted, sensing something off about the teen, but ultimately focused on unwrapping the bandaid as he eyed Casey, whose eyes were once again glued to the hand raised over his side, twitching uneasily on the floor.

The turtle teen pressed the bandage to his side, gauging all of his reactions as he smoothed the thin material over the boy's skin. He saw how Casey had tensed up, still mistaking it for pain, until a small giggle escape from his lips.

"Wait... Casey, what was that?" Mikey asked, slowly starting to piece together the other's actions, as said teen covered his flushed face with his hand. "I.." he sighed. "Sorry, it kind of tickled. I didn't mean to make a bi-"

The empath stopped him before he could carry on, a surprised smile resting on his features. "Oh. Hehe, oops! Wow, and I was barely doing anything! You must be pretty ticklish." Casey dropped the hem of his sweater from his hands, the cloth once more covering the now bandaged surface of his skin as he averted eye contact. Butterflies were flapping in his stomach, Mikey's words only empowering his current mood.

"Uhm- Ihi.." Words were failing the dark-eyed teen, letting out a sigh. Maybe he could just ask him? Casey stuttered for another second, before finding enough composure to ask. "Can.. Can you tickle me?"

Mikey immediately lit up, smile widening as he chirped. "Sure!"

The raven-haired boy squeaked as wiggling fingers came towards him, fight or flight instinct going crazy for a second before he could fight it down. "I'm not dohohoing anything, why ahare you laughing?" The artist giggled along with him, hands moving to wiggle just above his sides, and grabbed the boy to hold in his lap.

"Ihi- I duhunnoho! AH!" It turned out that being grabbed with the impression that you're about to be tickled isn't the best for your nerves, seeing as Casey had practically screeched at the hands cupped under his arms, being picked up like some kind of cat, only to be faced with wiggling fingers dangerously close to his ribs.

"Dude, I haven't even touched you yet!"

He wrapped his arms around himself protectively, legs kicking out in giddy anticipation. "EEHEEHEEK! MIHIKEY, PLEASE!" The smaller jerked away from the hands, unable to control his reaction as his face flushed a deep pink. He squeezed his eyes shut, but soon realized that it was much worse not being able to see the hands, and quickly opened them again.

"Aww, you really are ticklish! Tickle tickle~"

Casey shook his head, scrunching his shoulders up, trying to evade the box turtle's hands as they inched closer. "JUHUHUST- JUST DOHO IHIHIT! EEK!"

Mikey decided to stop teasing him after a bit, shrugging. "Okahay! Here I cohome~" The artist crept his hands closer to the teen's sides, before digging under his armpits, drawing out bright laughter from the other.

"HAHAHA! M-MIHIKEHEY!"

Hello everyone! This was supposed to come out yesterday, but it was really late for me and I couldn't proof-read properly. I apologize for it being pretty short, but I hope you like it! Have a great day/night!

[biconic-disaster25]

Me to myself: Alright girl, just breathe through this *inhales*

*cries*

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Other young Caseys in other AUs: Running away from Leo My Casey: Following Leo like a baby duckling

[superfruitland]

this duo means the world to me

[grumpytheunicorn]

Doodle of lil CJ gardening with his Auntie. (during the bad timeline.)

Again another old doodle, I've been busy with family stuff.

[veryblushyswitch]

AHH!!! THE LITTLE GUY!!! 💖💖💖 He deserves all the hugs and tickles he’s such a sweetie 💖

@pocky-dragon Hello there! First of all I really enjoy your fics and headcannons and I was wondering if you have any headcannons/thoughts on Casey from rottmnt?

(I'm dumb and deleted the ask again-)

🏒Casey Jr Tk Headcanons💚

~AN: Eergejehhesh my BOOOOOY! Pocky you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do something for this mans- Now that events are done, hopefully I can get back up and running! Thank you for requesting!~

Gen:

Things weren't totally serious, totally crazy all the time in his timeline

Before Raph and Donnie…moved on, everyone was fairly optimistic. I mean, sure, it was the apocalypse, but they had hope.

When Casey was little, all four brothers would take turns playing with him. While each one had very different interactions, they all universally loved doing one thing: tickling him.

After all the sadness, Big Leo still tried to keep things uplifting for the boy.

He rarely full-on tickled him, but a few light pokes or squeezes here and there were the perfect thing to put a smile on the teen’s face.

Big Mikey would abuse his powers and sneak up behind Casey, squeezing his sides or teasing his neck.

Occasionally, when the boy was really down in the dumps, holding his arms while Big Leo cheered him up with some tickles.

Lee:

Let's all be honest here: he's a lee. No matter how hard he tries, he always ends up getting his ass handed to him.

Not that he doesn't adore it, of course.

He sees it as a fun way to bond with his new family, even if they do tease the shell out of him.

Worst spots are his hips, belly button and armpits. He likes all of them, though his melt spot is his neck; the best snorty-giggles stem from there.

Bushiest boi, will turn red as fresh cherries if you tease him right~

While he loves tickles from the whole Hamato fam, his favorite lers would have to be Raph and Leo.

He never really got to know Big Raph, but young him is a giant, compassionate teddy bear. A teddy bear that also happens to have a night job as a professional tickle monster!

As for Leo, he'd always felt close to the blue-themed turtle. Besides the obvious connections to his Leo, the guy’s just fun to be around.

The jokes get him giggling, and he feels safe around Leo.

Reigning loser of every tickle fight ever.

He's won maybe twice. Once against a very sleepy Leo, and again with a partner.

Self-conscious about his laugh, but the fam works daily to try and help him jump that hurdle! -♡

Little pill bug: his first response to anything tickly, from pokes to full-on tickled, is curling up into a tiny ball.

Adorable to watch, and even cuter to hear his little squeal when you get to his spots anyway!

Ler:

Rarely happens, but he's still not bad!

Really giggly ler, likes to laugh with his lee.

Definitely gets flustered when someone asks to be tickled by him.

Again, rare, but it does occasionally happen.

He's afraid of hurting them, so only the gentlest of tickles and little scritches unless/until they ask for more.

When he does tickle someone, it's usually Leo, Mikey or April.

Leo is a sorta-undercover angst lord, and Casey likes to hear him laugh when he's bummed or overthinking things.

Mikey is just playful. He'll annoy Casey, mostly on purpose, and get what's coming to him. Other times, he'll be attempting to help the artsy turtle with his makeup and tickle him with the brushes. Intentional or not, I'll let you decide…

With April, it's almost always circumstantial. Dragged into a random tickle fight, Raph asking for backup, Donnie needing someone to do his dirty work.

April tickles him more than he ever gets her. Very few times does it happen, but he's capable of giving revenge tickles.

Doesn't usually tease, but he will compliment his lee's laugh and/or reactions.

“I love your laugh, it's so happy!” “Hey, don't be ashamed of the blush. Red's a good color on you!” “Was that a snort? No, don't hide it, that's adorable!”

It took a while to get to that point, but with self confidence and a whole family of support, he can finally start putting himself out there. Even if it is with something as goofy as tickling.

[tastybluesprite]

Heartwarming

Sorry for the bad title lmao I had no idea what else to name this

Little fun fact I wrote this in class, and then there was a fckn fire drill while I was smack in the middle of writing it lmaooo… but anyways I hope you like it.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if your not into that feel free to keep scrolling. Otherwise just a bunch of fluff :)

Summery: After Casey walks in on a certain situation, he gets dragged into it by accident

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It was another average day in the apocalypse. Or… Casey thought it was. It was around… maybe lunch time? When he heard a burst of loud hysterical cackles coming from Donatellos lab.

When he ran to check who the noise was coming from, he walked in upon seeing master Leonardo, having pinned the scientist on the floor, and tickling the life out of him.

“LEHEHEOHOHO DOHOHONTT!!!” He cackled as the older twin dug into his brothers armpits furiously.

“Master Leonardo what’s going on…?” Casey asked, slightly confused.

“Oh nothing! Just trying to destress my little bro.”

“YOHOHOURE OHOHNLY FIHIHIVE MIHIHUTES OHOHLDERRR!!!” Donnie shrieked.

Leo jokingly frowned at this and dug harder into his underarms, causing the others laughter to grow silent as he banged a fist to the floor.

Leo took this as a sign to stop (he didn’t want to kill him after all. And besides he wasn’t that cruel!), and he got off his brother.

Donnie curled into himself on the floor as he laid a giggly mess.

Casey giggled at the sight. “I didn’t know master Donatello was ticklish.”

“Oh yeah very much so.” Leo commented with a smirk.

“Yohou ahare ahahlso… EHEHEHE OHOKAHYY SOHORY!!” Leo had planted a light but quick poke to his side, making him scramble away.

“Hmm… what about you Case?” Leo asked his young ninja trainee with an even bigger smirk, “You ticklish also?”

The teen flinched at the question as a blush creeped to his face.

“N-no… I- w-wait!” Casey tried protesting as he inched backwards. But before he could make a run for it, Leo had already caught him by the neck of his shirt.

“And where are you going mister?” Leo teased.

“S-stohohop lehehet mehe goho!!” Casey writhed around in the elders grip. “Hey Donton wanna give a hand here?”

Although Donnie was still upset about being tortured not too long ago, he couldn’t resist himself.

Soon (thought it was difficult with all the struggling from Casey) they had the boy pinned, Leo sitting on his waist and Donnie pinning his arms above his head.

“You ready Case?” Leo asked him with a mischievous grin.

Casey shook his head silently as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to prepare himself for the inevitable.

Not a moment later, Leo began poking up and down his sides. Casey burst into bubbly giggles as he squirmed around a little under him.

“Ahaha nohohoho!!!”

“Awww is someone a tickwish wittle babyyy..??” Leo cooed teasingly with baby talk, making the younger go completely red. “NOHohoho!!” Casey exclaimed through giggles.

“Oh really? Then what’s this? Why you laughing?” Leo asked in mock confusion. Casey didn’t reply but kept giggling.

Leo began squeezing gently into his belly and Casey convulsed.

“NOHOHOHO!!!” He shrieked.

“Ohh bad spot?” Leo smirked with a tease.

Casey writhed around as the big green turtle hand tickled him senseless

“Ok Case,” Leo said suddenly as he stopped the tickling for a moment. “It’s tradition in the Hamato family that if you get tickled, we have to tickle your worst spot.”

Casey’s eyes widened and he giggled in anticipation, “Yohohure lyhyhying!!!” He protested.

“No I’m not! Right Donnie?” He asked his twin.

Donnie grinned and nodded, “Indeed it is true.”

“See? So where is it then?” Leo asked with a smirk.

Casey’s struggles increased. “Ihihihi wohohont tehehehll!!!”

Leo sighed, “That’s ok. We’ll find out on our own!”

He reached back and began squeezing his thighs and knees. It was Leos worst spot, but he thought it would be funny if it was the teens worst spot also.

But alas it wasn’t as it merely resulted in regular laughter.

“Hmm what about here?” Donnie asked, poking lightly at his ribs.

Casey flinched and squealed at the slight touch.

“Case what was that?” Leo asked teasingly.

“N-nothing!!!” Casey told him frantically.

Leo and Donnie looked at each other with wide grins and began counting down.

“Threeee….”

“W-wait-“

“Twoooo….”

“Guhuyss!!!”

“ONE!”

And at that they began digging into his ribs.

Casey was a mess of hysterical cackles and shrieks as the intense ticklish sensations coursing through his ribs.

“Ohh found it!” Leo smirked.

“STOHOHOHOPPP!!!” Casey shrieked. Soon his laughter went silent and they had to stop.

Casey was left a giggly and flustered mess on the floor.

“Yohou ok Case?” He asked. The teen was completely red and his hair was wild and everywhere, but he wore a smile of pure joy. It really warmed the two olders hearts.

“Yeheah ihim ok…” Casey breathed out. How did he get lucky enough to be taken in by such incredible father figures.

[jamiesgotchu]

My part of an art trade with the lovely @pocky-dragon !!!!!:3 (click for better quality!)

I loved drawing her oc lavi being a MENACE to casey (lee casey jr has my HEART so I loved making this for MANY reasons)

[fluffypandabun]

Lee Casey jr ler Leo raph don Mike and April?

(Decided to just limit it to one two lers sorry!)

Casey crept as silently as he could down the hallway, near the end of it he could hear voices talking. He knew the latest scout group was there getting ready to depart on another scouting mission, a scouting mission that Casey should have also been on thank you very much.

His leg wound had healed ages ago and he was sick and tired of just sitting around the base and taking up resources that other people could use way more then him.

He knew he was getting better at his ninja training, he wasn't anywhere near his Master yet but to the untrained person he could be hard to spot if he so desired. And right now he certainly desired.

It would be simple, he'd creep in, blend with the group, and by the time they noticed him there they'd already be to far gone to turn around. It was foolproof! Perfect! It was-

Casey turned a corner and ran face first into the hard shelled chest of his Master.

"And just where do you think your going young man?"

Casey swallowed nervously , allowing a timid smile to creep across his face as he looked up to meet the stern gaze of his Master Leonardo. The turtles arms were crossed and his gaze was stern, quirking a brow as he waited for an explanation.

"Well?"

“I was well….uh….”

“Planning on sneaking out on patrol?” Leo filled in the blank, brow raising even higher on his wrinkled forehead.

Casey winced;”Nooooo…?”

Leos eyes narrowed further and Casey managed to last a full three seconds before his whole body deflated and he let out a long sigh, shoulders dropping as he suddenly became interested in staring at the floor as he nodded.

Leo let out a very long and tired sigh; “Case why? You know weve told you; your not healed up enough for patrol yet.”

When the kid didnt give any further answer the elder turtle simply shook his head with a huff.

“Alright then; back to the lab with you.”

Despite his stern tone the hand he put on Caseys shoulders was gentle as he guided the boy back down the hall and towards the lab where his own medical bed lay away from the main medical room which was lined with multiple beds; many which were full.

Upon entering the lab; the door opening with a soft woosh, they were greeted by Donatello, who sat in his large work chair. Upon their entering he turned around dramatically with his hands pressed together, like some sort of Bond villain, Leo snorted.

“Casey Jr.”

“Uncletello” Casey muttered in return, sounding utterly miserable, Donatello raise a brow.

“I’ll admit you got pretty far this time, I wouldn’t have even noticed you’d managed to sneak out….that is of course if I didnt have cameras all over the place which of course I do. I commend your effort however, you’re stealth skills are improving.”

Casey perked up a bit at the praise while Leo pinched the bridge of his nose “Don’t encourage him Don, he shouldn’t even be sneaking out in the first place, he could have gotten hurt on that patrol.”

“I would have been fine.” Casey grumbled, hunching his shoulders in on himself, Leo gave him a look.

“No you would have not been “fine”, Casey jr you are still healing.”

“But I’ve been healing for ages! Besides Ive seen people go out injured before!”

“Only in emergencies Casey, and those are grown adults were talking about not kids. Even then I don’t like doing it.”

“But Im not a little kid anymore!” Casey burst out in frustration, finally pulling his shoulder out of Leos grip and whirling around to face him.

“I’ve been working so hard to train and be ready for this! I’m not some helpless little baby anymore Leonardo!”

Donatellos tattooed on eyebrows rose in slight surprise at the use of the turtles full name coming from the boys mouth, meanwhile Leo closed his eyes and let out a slow breath.

“Casey.” He began, “It’s not just you I have to consider.”

He knelt down further to Caseys level and placed a gentle three fingered hand on his shoulder.

“If you had gone on that patrol not only would you be risking yourself, but the whole mission and everyone on it. Going out while injured isn’t a show of skills; its a show of lack of care of others on your team…and for yourself.”

Casey clenched his jaw,”But I do care.”

Leos gaze softened as he gave Caseys shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I know you do buddy, which is why I need you to understand that I also care. I know you’ve been training hard and you’re doing a good job, but I still cant, and wont, send you out injured. For your and everyone else’s sake.”

“I…I just…” Casey voice shook slightly as his body finally deflated. “I’m just tired of sitting around and doing nothing, I feel like I’m just wasting resources while everyone else is out there fighting to earn theirs.”

“Wha-Casey what are you talking about?” Leo asked, genuinely taken aback.

“Where is this coming from? Has someone said something to you?” He offered, behind him Donnie, who had mostly been pretending to only be half listening to the conversation, turned in his chair to start typing on his keyboards. No doubt getting ready to search security footage to find whoever had put the idea into Caseys head.

But Casey quickly shook his head,”No one I just….I just feel bad…your supposed to earn things and all I’ve done is sit around and ‘heal’”

Leos gaze softened as he reached out a hand to cup Caseys face. “Case…” he began softly “Kiddo you aren’t a waste of resources, I don’t care how long you have to sit around and heal for, you’d never ever be a waste of resources to me or anyone else on this base.”

“But-“

“Casey Jr.”

The boy startled a bit as Donatello suddenly called his name and he turned to face the purple clad turtle who was now turned back around in his chair.

“….Uncletello..?”

“Casey Jr, there are currently ten people recovering in the med bay; do you see them as a waste of resources?”

“I-Of course not!”

Donatello hummed approvingly; “Good, then logically, as you are among those ten that are recovering, you should not be considered a waste of resources either.”

Casey paused at that for a second, before he sputtered “Thats-Thats not…Thats not fair!”

Donatello looked smug as he turned back around in his chair. “It is quite fair actually, Casey Jr.”

Casey sputtered for a moment more while Leo chuckled, bringing Caseys attention back to him.

“Donnies right Case and you know it, you are in no way a waste of resources, no on here is. We take care of each-other here, remember?”

Casey sighed and nodded, seemingly somewhat convinced by Leonardos words.

“Yes Sensei…” he muttered, Leo offered him a smile, gently pulling him into a hug, of which Casey happily leant into.

“Atta boy”Leo hummed, before his smile widened into something a bit more mischievous. “Now….” He began as he lightly tightened his hug, squeezing the boy and making him squeak.

“Wheres that smile~?”

Casey let out a little huff, burying his face deeper into Leos shoulder, the turtles grin widened, eager to lighten the mood.

“Come onnnnn.” He teased, lightly shaking the boy back and forth in his arms and drawing out a faint giggle from him. “Wheres that smile at? Let me see!”

Casey clung to Leo tighter, grinning against his shoulder as he shook his head. Leo raised a brow, smirking.

“Ohhh I see, your hiding it from me.” He chuckled. “Thankfully I know exactly where to find it.”

He suddenly scooped Casey up into his arms, holding him easily in one arm leaving his other free.

“Your hiding it rightttttt here!”

The turtles three fingered hand descend down to dig into Caseys belly, forming a claw and shaking around; drawing out peals of childish laughter from the boy.

“Aeheheheh! N-Nohoho! Sensei hehe!”

“Aha!” Leo grinned. “There it is!”

He carefully pinched and prodded at the soft flesh of Caseys belly, chortling at all the silly squeaks and snorts it drew out of him.

“Now…..where else are you hiding a smile from me? Here? Or how about here? Oooo or maybe…here!”

With each word Leo switched spots, goong from pinching up his sides to skittering under Caseys neck, each new spot sent Casey into more fits of wild happy laughter as he fought to try and grapple with Leos much bigger hands, smacking at them lightly as he cackled. He squealed when Leo pressed his muzzle against his cheek and blew a raspberry.

“Ahem”

Leo paused for a second at the clearing of a throat, looking over to see his brother staring at him unimpressed.

“Really Nardo? I expected better from you.”

Leo raised a brow, ready to ask what the purple turtles problem was when suddenly he wheeled his chair over to the two. Plucking Casey out of his arms and dropping him giggling into his lap

“This is the proper way to do it.”

With that, Donatello lifted the boys shirt and leaned down to blow a raspberry onto his belly, prompting him to shriek before bursting into loud happy laughter. Donatello pulled away smug, fingers still tapping out a tune against the boys sides.

“Really, I expected you to be better at this Nardo. “

The blue turtle sputtered, laughter in his voice “Whahat? Are you serious?” “Well of course im serious, I take Caseys happiness very seriously.”

Leo snorted shaking his head, “Alright then, you called that a raspberry? I’ll show you a raspberry.”

He leaned down to scoop Casey back up, taking a big deep dramatic breath that set Casey off into a fit of laughter before the turtle even lent down to blow a massive raspberry onto his belly, letting out playfully little growling noises.

Donatello scoffed, reaching to take Casey back, “Psh, please, that was nothing. Give him here.”

Leo pulled the boy away and out of his twins reach “No way, get your own hes mine.”

“Statistically speaking he belongs to all of us, now give him here.”

“Nah”.

“Leonardo.”

“Nope.”

“Don’t make me get anglo.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Caught still laughing his heart out between the two bickering turtles , Casey found himself feeling better already.

Maybe healing wouldn’t take as long as he thought.