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That’s the only sound that escaped his lips after what felt like years sitting at this desk. His hands shook. He blinked, squeezing his eyes shut tight until the cracks of light through his eyelids blurred into a messy blur. New moisture stung his dry eyes, demanding that he take a rest from everything. 

But resting had never really been his strong suit. The family that he ran with, sitting still wasn’t really all it cracked up to be. Sometimes, he swore his father was still bouncing off the walls. And to be honest, he wasn’t all that far behind him. 

But now, he just felt… Tired.

Massy slowly opened his eyes, glancing over at the water bottle on his desk. It wasn’t quite empty. He would argue there was enough in the bottom to keep him hydrated for a few more hours, but it couldn’t hurt to stretch his legs. Slowly, feeling the creak in his young bones, he pushed himself up out of his chair. The wheels squeaked some, Massy cringed as the sound seemed to echo through his room. 

Massy looked back down at the chair, rubbing his lip before he snagged the bottle. Decorating the bottle were various stickers– His father had gotten into making them more, said he felt like he could make a small profit off his art. His uncle Donnie said it was unnecessary, they had all the money they could need with their tech company that was developed. 

Massy’s father was always a free spirit.

Which brought him back to identity. This past year has been a battle of identity, searching for anything that could be latched onto. He thought he had found it, truly. He was the child of Michelangelo and Taina, two mutants who loved each other once upon a time. Two mutants who loved him, each in their own ways. And such things were accepted by Massy. Massy was part of the Hamato Clan, the youngest member- No, the second youngest. He had a cousin now.

Casey Jones. Not to be confused with Cassandra Jones, or with C.J. Jones. There were too many Casey’s in his life, it was confusing enough. However, Casey Jones Junior (the baby) was born just a few months ago. He didn’t live in the lair, it shouldn’t affect him as much as it did. But Massy wasn’t the baby anymore. 

But, he was still a child. Technically. His birthday had passed, he was fifteen years old. How much of a baby can he be? 

So, he knew who he was. Knew who he was in respect to his family, at least. Even without his mother, he knew who he was. 

Massy was a writer. He loved stories, he loved writing, and he loved reading. These were things that he loved without a shadow of a doubt. These were pieces of his identity that were so etched into the walls of his heart that they changed his energy forever. 

If that were the case, if he were truly a writer…

Why was it so hard now?

Massy scoffed as he turned on his heel and made his way out of his bedroom, the open document on his laptop only having a measly paragraph on display. His hand pushed through the small amount of hair that he had-

Yeah, that was another change over the past year. Hair. His father told him that if he had his genes, there was a good chance that he would grow hair just like him. Massy knew it was coming, but he just didn’t expect it to take a.. Toll. 

But appearance had just as much to do with your identity as your heart did, did it not?

Massy walked into the kitchen, pausing as he saw the timer on the stove quietly ticking away. He leaned down to peek into the oven and saw what appeared to be a lasagna baking inside. He blinked slowly, what time was it?

Massy turned and looked at the clock on the wall, the one that read 6:43 p.m…

When did it get so late?

Or.. Early?

Massy didn’t know how long he had been awake for, but he walked over to the coffee maker that was far too high tech for this kitchen. He slowly set his water bottle down on the counter and pulled a mug down from the cabinet. Massy set it in the machine before pressing a few buttons, looking over the machine with a small sigh. The machine hissed at him before pouring the coffee into the mug. Perfect mix of coffee and creamer, a teenage dream.

“You know, you’re still too young for a caffeine addiction,”

Massy turned slowly to catch his father walking into the kitchen. Mikey walked over, his hand coming up to the back of Massy’s head to angle his head downwards. He planted a kiss on the crown of Massy’s head, smiling as Massy groaned in response.

“I’m just tired, I don’t want to fall asleep before dinner… That is dinner, right?” Massy asked as he gestured his hand towards the oven. Mikey nodded his head, taking a step back so he could pull the oven door open. 

“Yeah, I got a bit of a late start. You, however,” Mikey poked the end of Massy’s snout with his finger, “Should take a nap instead of consuming more caffeine. Caffeine can only sustain you for so long, sleep will help you re-energize your brain,”

Massy shrugged his shoulders as he went to grab the mug of coffee, only for Mikey’s hand to lightly swat his. 

“But dad, I’m trying to write-”

“How long have you been trying?” Mikey cut him off, and the question caused him to take pause. His jaw clenched for a moment and he looked down at his hands as they rested at his side, they were still shaking. 

“Exactly. Massy, I know being creative is hard right now-”

“It’s not.”

“... But when you drain yourself like this, you can’t think straight. I promise, a nap will help you feel better. Now, go. I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready,” Mikey offered a small smile. Massy frowned to himself, running his fingers through his hair. Weird.

“I.. Okay…”  Massy responded softly, he snagged his water bottle and walked over to the sink to fill it back up with water. As he did so, Mikey walked about behind him gathering fruit from the fruit bowl, likely to make a smoothie. 

Massy watched for a moment, tightening the top of his water bottle. He opened his mouth to say something, maybe to let an ‘I love you’ slip by. 

But he didn’t.

Massy clenched his jaw and turned back to his room, his thumb rubbing over the worn edge of a sticker. Fine, he would take a nap.

Then he would get back to work.

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Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Prompt: Hop visiting your au!! Hop is the Dimension Hopper Leo AU Leo btw :3 I wanna see him interact with your sillies!! Hop masterpost Word Count: 1,455

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“I don’t know what you want me to say, Mass. I can’t bring you down to the Hidden City. Your dad said no. Now, I would love to bring you down to the city, you know that, but I really can’t do it.” 

Massy frowned as a large hand came down on his head. He huffed, looking up at his Uncle Leo. Leo gave him a sideways grin, a mix of pity and something else. 

“I don’t want to just.. Sit around and do nothing,” Massy muttered, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his beanbag. Tossed around the floor was a bunch of Leo’s old comic books, they had been searching through them before for some storyline Massy remembered when he was little. But then Leo’s phone rang, and it seemed important.

“I’m sorry, Messy! You know what your dad said, you are grounded for a month following your little dimension hopping incident. Let me tell you, your dad is a hard-”

“I’m a what?” Mikey questioned as he stepped past Leo, carrying a laundry basket. 

“You are a delight to this family and we all love you,” Leo responded, grabbing the knot of Massy’s mask. He jerked it to the side, covering up Massy’s eyes. Mikey scoffed lightly, but he smiled, waving his brother out. 

Leo shrugged, “Sorry, kid. Maybe next time.” The slider gave a half hearted salute before he dipped out the doorway of Massy’s room. 

Mikey shook his head, looking down at his son. He set the laundry basket down on Massy’s bed, looking to his son, “You better make your bed, got it? It’s nasty to sleep on mattresses without a sheet.”

“Dad..” Massy groaned, pulling the mask off his head as he looked up at his father. 

“I know, I know. Spoons and what not, but I’m telling you that it would be more comfortable if you used sheets. And your bed would stink less,” Mikey explained as walked over to Massy. He crouched down, licking his thumb before he started to wipe something off of Massy’s cheek.

“Guh- Dad, come on, please?” Massy turned his head away, trying to push Mikey’s hands away. 

“Fine! Fine, I will leave you alone. I get it, you’re a big boy now-” “I’m a teenager..”

“Yes, I know that. You will never let me forget it. But you were my baby boy once upon a time so let me have this, okay?” Mikey leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Massy’s forehead. Massy groaned, but a smile settled on his lips anyways. Mikey smiled, lightly poking Massy’s snout as he pushed himself back up to his feet. 

“Uncle Raph is bringing pizza home from Casey’s hockey game, are you going to join us or do you want me to bring you a slice?” Mikey questioned, cocking his head to the side. 

“No, no, I’ll join you. Now leave me alone.” Massy said dramatically. Mikey laughed, shaking his head once again as he turned on his heel 

“Make your bed!” Mikey called as he walked out of the room, leaving his son back in his room. 

Massy let out a soft sigh, pushing himself up from the beanbag. His fingers fidgeted with the fabric between his fingers. Massy pulled the mask up onto his head, playing with the tails. The comics were still spread out across the carpet, he needed to pick them all up before he got told to clean his room after making his bed. 

The young turtle started to pluck them all up one by one, setting them on the desk. As he was gathering them up, the telltale woosh of a portal appeared behind him and Massy turned quickly with a grin. 

He knew Leo would come back! Leo knew that Massy was able to hold his own, he would bring Massy along and-

Massy paused as he looked down to see a very familiar version of his uncle on his floor. The blue scarf was pulled up over his head, but Massy could recognize it clearly enough.

“... You come for more ice, Hop?”

“Massy!” The turtle on the floor very quickly pushed himself up onto his feet. He swayed a moment but then grinned, putting his hands on his hips. “Huh.. Actually, I didn’t mean to show up here…”

Hop stepped forward, looking down at the comics on Massy’s desk.

“Oh!! Oh, oh yes. I haven’t seen this one in a hot minute!” Hop shouted as he pulled the comic off the desk. He flipped it open, looking through all the panels with a small grin.

Massy cocked his head to the side, crossing his arms, “You know that one?” Massy asked curiously, sifting through the comics for a moment before he pulled out another one. 

“Do you know this one?” Massy asked, passing it over. Hop lifted his head and looked over at the comic. 

“Uh.. Yeah, yeah! I know that one. I never got to read how it ended because it was all burned up…” Hop muttered, setting the comic in his hands to the side and grabbing the one from Massy’s hands. 

Massy hummed, the gears in his head starting to turn. His own uncle was once a dimension hopping turtle, and he said he sometimes brought back souvenirs. But his uncle says he hasn’t been out of this dimension since before Massy was born. 

“... So, what have you been up to?” Massy asked as he moved to sit on his desk. Hop pulled his nose from the comic and grinned up at Massy. 

“Me? Oh you know, what I’ve always been doing. I have found tons of other versions of me, though. We are kind of making a family thing. I keep telling them that we should swing by and pick you up, but honestly, your dad’s light show kind of freaked us out and kidnapping is not a charge I want on my rap sheet.” Hop explained, rolling his wrist. 

“A family? .. Huh. Well, yeah, I shouldn’t really be joining any extracurriculars right now. I am grounded,” Massy explained, resting his chin on his palm. 

“Yeah.. I mean, I want to say that I can’t believe it but I don’t know, I probably will be on some kind of house arrest when I get home too.” Hop noted, but then he shrugged his shoulders, “What have you been up to?”

Massy looked down at his desk, “Oh uh.. Not much, really. I mean, I’ve been writing letters to everyone but I realized I had to idea how I was going to send them,” Massy explained, picking up a stack of envelopes from his desk. “Other than that, I’ve been doing chores. And school, really. Not the most exciting life.”

“Delivery? I’m great at delivery! Hand it over,” Hop snagged the letters, “Do I have one in here?” 

“You? Yeah, of course. It should be the blue one near the body, I color coded them,” Massy gestured to the stack. 

Hop let out a small ‘ooooh’ before tucking them away in his fanny pack. He did pause to pull his own letter out, tucking that in a separate pocket.

“I’ll get to delivering them ASAP! And maybe I’ll come back with some. I’ll be an interdimensional postman!” Hop grinned as he turned back to his portal. Massy’s eyes widened, a frown coming to his expression as he realized Hop was leaving. 

“You’re leaving already?” He asked softly, cocking his head to the side. Hop seemed to hesitate.

“I mean.. Yeah? I don’t mean to bombard your living space, you know? So, I’m going to head out..” Hop explained, gesturing back to his portal. 

“Massy! Raph is home with the pizza, come on!” 

Massy lifted his head, somewhat startled by his father’s voice coming from the kitchen, “One moment!” He shouted back. His hands fidgeted against the fabric on his arms. He let out a sigh, thinking for a long moment before he looked to Hop, “Join us for pizza? Come on, you’re like, the only friend I’ve spoken to since everything happened.”

Hop’s eyes lit up, setting the comic down on the desk. “Um.. Am I allowed? I don’t know if a version of me is going to appreciate uh… Me.” Hop gestured to himself, though he did glance over at the door. 

“Hm.. I say you’re allowed. My family loves strays,” Massy joked as he pushed himself off the desk. Massy pushed his door open, gesturing for his friend to walk through. 

Hop looked from the door to Massy, then back. He seemed to consider for a moment before he grinned and very quickly bounced through the door. Massy laughed some, following behind.