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Prompt: It's been a grueling few weeks of dishing out ass whooping's to bad guys, and to top it all off is your exhaustion of the ever growing guilt of keeping your true identity a secret from your best friends, the Ninja Turtles. Surely all this fatigue of hero work and life crisis thinking wouldn't accidentally solve your later issue, right? . . .Right?

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A/N: Wow, this has been a long time waiting huh?! Welp, I finally got my thoughts into words, drafted, and edited! This is my personal interpretation of how the turtles would find out spiderman reader's identity. I really wanted to get this out before delving into other ideas of how it'd happen from requested prompts sent into my ask box. I'm so happy to finally get this out to y'all. It's short and sweet, but I hope y'all can enjoy nonetheless <3

◌(s,p) = spider persona◌

~xXx~

The window slides open with a snap, two legs swinging over the sill like heavy weights as you tumble into your darkened room. You can't even be bothered to turn on the small touch lamp resting on the nightstand, body riddled with exhaustion from today's bad guy butt kicking. With a heavy 'mph', you throw yourself onto your plush bed, reveling in it's softness and the slight relief it offers your aching muscles.

"There's gotta be an evil convention this week or something, because shit man.", you grumble tiredly into your comforter.

The past week had been non-stop for criminal activity. From small no good doers to the big professional criminals, you had hardly a moment to breathe it seemed.

With an aching neck, you turn your head for better comfort, tired gaze landing on a small quilt thrown across the top of your pillows. Any previous annoyment had dissipated upon gazing on the gift, memories of the a certain tough to the bone turt bashfully handing you the handmade quilt for your birthday.

Dimples quirked in the corners of your cheeks, a smile etching its way there. Despite the mountainous call to duty you faced these past few days, you were at the very least grateful to not have to deal with it all alone. No, with four mutant ninja turtles as friends, you five were New Yorks greatest bunch of vigilantes. Thinking back to a time when you were alone in keeping the streets of this wondrous city safe, it's hard to believe you could have ever handled so much without your four best friends. Now, so much time later, it's as if you, Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey had been a crime fighting team since day one. Something, you could never had imagined but would forever be beyond grateful for.

A sudden spark of guilt ignited deep within your chest, burning away your fond smile and replacing it with a sorrow frown.

Being such amazing and close friends, one would think no secret wasn't shared between the lot of you. However, that wasn't quite true, and whether the mask was on or off, your growing repentance of this secret identity matter only seemed to continue growing as time passed.

It wasn't that you didn't want to tell them. Truthfully, you did, but it was more of a fact that you couldn't. The four brothers already had a major player in the criminal underworld on the back of their shells, the Foot Clan. Adding your own long list of enemies to that, and surely their hard shell would shatter. Something you would never want to happen to them, simply from knowing that their normal friend, (y/n), was not so normal and ordinary after all. You already lost important people in your life, you weren't about to lose them too.

However, this sensible logic did very little to quell the ever growing guilt of hiding something so important from them, when they put so much trust in you. Both of you at that; you as normal, everyday (y/n) and you as the amazing (s/p).

With a pang to your head, you released a loud groan, ignoring the ping of your phone and instead opting to force your self off the comfort of your bed.

“I need food. All this life crisis thinking is giving me a headache.”, you grumbled, pushing into your apartment.

The smell of left over pizza wafted into your senses, a low rumbling noise from your stomach echoing your desire for nutrients as the eyes of your mask widened in excitement. Rubbing your hands together you quickly made way to your small living room, the box of pizza sitting like a jewel in a museum perfectly atop your coffee table. Hopping over the back of the couch, you quickly reached for a slice and took a deep inhale to truly appreciate the godly scent. For leftover pizza, it sure smelled rather fresh.

The thought had you pausing for a second, trying to remember when exactly you had bought this food. However, just as quickly as the concerning thought came, it left with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Eh, senses must still be high from kicking so much ass today.”, you exclaimed, ripping off your mask to take your first mouthwatering bite.

Your senses, however, were in fact not still highly aware as you'd thought.

CRASH!

The sudden loud sound of breaking glass had you nearly jumping out of your skin, spidey senses actually jumping into action this time and going haywire. With a swift turn of your head, mouth awkwardly agape and pizza drooling cheese from your hand, wide eyes locked onto four pairs of equally astonished stares. Well, somewhat equal anyways.

Because nothing, and I mean nothing, could equate to the absolute astonishment that riddled through none other than Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo in this singular moment. For you, all you could do was stare back frozen like a deer in headlights. Well, if a deer in headlights had a slice of pizza dripping cheese into their lap instead of their still agape mouth.

With gear still strapped on, and fire scape window billowing your curtains open with a chill breeze, it was very clear that the four had just arrived from patrol. The patrol they had with you, as the amazing (s/p). Recalling the ding of your phone moments ago, you internally cursed, now realizing without a doubt that it was for certain one of the brothers letting you know as (y/n) that they were headed over. Something your tired brain forgot had become habit for them.

Clearing your throat, you awkwardly waved a greasy hand at the still flabbergasted quartet.

"H-hey guuuuys~"

Hand still loose from once holding the now broken glass of grape juice, it was not Leo, not Raph, not even Mikey who reacted first, but Donnie, eyes wide and brows narrowed behind his crooked glasses, voice echoing what his three other brothers must have also been thinking.

“You have to be shitting me!"

~xXx~

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Bayverse TmnT X Reptile Enthusiast Reader; HC's

Anon, "It so awesome to see you writing for the bayverse again! If I could maybe get some fluff with a reptile lover reader x bayverse tmnt? They can be headcanons or a short Drabble if you like. Basically, when reader first meets the boys they’re not terrified or grossed out but super fascinated as they’ve always had a love of reptiles. Reader is very handsy grabbing the boys hands, caressing their faces, getting super close while asking all sorts of questions about their species and lives. All with an eager smile. This would probably shock them and maybe have them a little… flustered at best. Don’t worry take your time!"

~xXx~

-They definitely think the reader is in some form of shock that they haven’t seen before, because who in their right mind would be excited to see four mutant turtles?

-You apparently, which Donnie quickly deduces that, no you didn’t suffer any head trauma either, you’re just an enigma among the many people they’ve saved who had the pleasure of witnessing them after

-The quick explanation of your love for reptiles sums things up, and each has their own thoughts on this, on your friendliness

-Leo and Raph are both wary of your openness

-For Raph, he’s not used to such optimism pointed his way

-Fear and disgust is his usual Friday night patrol, not giddy fawning and glistening curious eyes

-Throwing him a few compliments on his build and asking him about his strength will distract him from his agitation, a big ol smirk spreading across his face as he bets you could never guess his limit

-Leo is understandably apprehensive about your eager friendliness

-Is this a trick? A trap? What is friend???

-Leo atleast has the decorum to not be an ass, but he still might come off as rude in his curt/short responses

-He’s not trying to be mean, trust, he’s just not used to someone talking about him with such adoration and it’s got him feeling a tad nervous if not even shy!

-Not that he’ll ever admit ofc. . .

-Donnie is very pleasantly pleased by your insistent inquiry and intrigue by them

-In his mind, he’s just met another person with a curious mind for the sciences

-Maybe not for the same type or on the same level as him, but still!

-To Donnie, you are the perfect opportunity to having a friend who he could geek out with, and listening to the billion questions pouring out of your mouth, you’ve now got him thinking of things he’s never pondered about him and his brothers

-He has to pull his glasses off and clean them when you suddenly pull out a little notebook akin to his own and begin jotting down notes

-Mikey is of course the most friendly and welcoming of the bunch

-Your ability to keep talking and asking questions without talking has him sighing like a love struck dreamer

-He’s puffing out his chest, and standing in ways that allow him to flex his muscles when your focus switches to him between his brothers

-100% makes a comment about how if you need a test subject that he’s the perfect specimen

-His brothers groan and drag him back by the lip of the shell but that doesn’t stop him from popping his pecs

~xXx~

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Request are now closed, thank you to those who sent stuff in <3

Really feeling like writing some bayverse stuff, so ima open my ask box for a bit. Feel free to send stuff in, but please mind the rules, thank <3 ヾ(•ω•`)o

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For those of you requesting Spiderman/Tmnt reveal, thank you, cuz y'all got me inspired to finish editing the draft I've had saved up of this very thing for so long!

Really feeling like writing some bayverse stuff, so ima open my ask box for a bit. Feel free to send stuff in, but please mind the rules, thank <3 ヾ(•ω•`)o

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Really feeling like writing some bayverse stuff, so ima open my ask box for a bit. Feel free to send stuff in, but please mind the rules, thank <3 ヾ(•ω•`)o

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LMAO

YO...HE DID RAPHIE!!!

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So does anyone still like the Bayverse Ninja Turtles?

Hot take: I actually enjoy the Bayverse Ninja Turtles. Ever since it came out of course. And I always wanted to make Bayverse versions of my tmnt ocs. I love it to death.

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Tracing each of Raphael’s scars, leaving little kisses on them every now and then, as he tells you how he got them to try and help him fall asleep.

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Joyous Things

A/N: very short and sweet, just something to get me back on my feet in writing <3

~xXx~

His eyes, a beautiful golden brown, were narrowed with distaste as he held your hand with close examination. You could not help the light giggle at Ahk's most adorably scrunched expression.

"Ahk, what are you doing?", you asked curiously at his antics.

Ahkmenrah and you had been sitting peacefully together in an off hallway of the museum, idly chatting about anything and everything as you chipped away at some craft project. In complete randomness the ancient Pharaoh had reached out for your hand, something you were quite used to at this point in your relationship. He held you with such delicacy in his own palm, beautiful fingers rubbing over the many contrasting textures of your own hand. Textures that had built up over time from use, something that Ahk could not help but to feel ever so slightly agitated about.

"Were we in my time, you would never know a callus or cut. Your hands would be soft like the shore of the Nile, and only the finest lotions would grace your finger tips."

A deep blush colored your cheeks, your eyes looking down shyly as you maneuvered the hand being held to instead hold Ahk's hand in turn.

"That's really sweet Ahk, but I hope you know that I enjoy making things. I don't care how my hands look when I can make something amazing with them you know?"

A hum of understanding echoed from Ahk, his mind recalling memories of the many craftsmen from his dynasty and the beautiful creations they could make. Your hands worked tirelessly not because they had to, but because you wanted to, and that Ahk found truly admirable. Still, he could not help but wish to spoil you as he would if you'd been his Queen when he ruled.

With delicate kisses to each of your finger tips, your inner palm, and then your wrist, Ahk smiled adoringly.

"I simply wish for you to never have to lift a finger, but I am happy that you have found something in your life to make you so joyous. You are very amazing your craft, that I can see without doubt."

You giggled once more, leaning forward to an eager Ahk, the absolute smitten of a man meeting you half way to receive and return your sweet kiss. After a tender moment, you both gingerly pulled away, Ahk reaching forward to carefully admired your art as you rested against his side.

"I'm glad I found that joyous thing, too.", you mumbled, eyes admiring not your project, but the beautiful man beside you.

~xXx~

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Ahkmenrah x new night janitor except their first meeting ends up with him getting a wet mop to the face.

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Hey y’all, a little update of why I’ve been gone. Had some stuff happen in my life thats made it hard to feel motivated or inspired to write. I’m hoping that eventually I’ll start to feel up to it again, but until then there won’t be anything from me. I thank you all for your support and hope that y’all can continue to enjoy what I have written here in the meantime ❤️

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Under The Full Moon

Anon Request," Oh boy do i have a mikey request, so basically reader is being chased down by some people that are aafter them for being a werewolf (reader did nothing except be a werewolf) They are forced to go into hiding after mikey saves them and brings them down. Fast forward a couple months, mikey has a crush on reader at this point. They constantly argue with leo, and after a particularly bad argument they run off and hide, mikey finds them and confessions happen, they kiss and boom!"

~xXx~

The rain pelted down on Mikey’s shell; in any other circumstance, he’d revel in the feeling of the cold water against his pebbled skin, but not tonight. Not when he was in a heated rush to find you. The last image of you still projected freshly in his mind, eyes usually shinning so beautifully, filled with a searing rage and glistening with tears ready to spill. Poor Mikey couldn’t get a word out before you booked it out of the lair, Raphael immediately berating into Leonardo behind him. Mikey wasn’t sure what all had been hashed out between you and his eldest brother, but whatever it was, was certainly your final straw.

Mikey wanted nothing more then to join Raphael in getting on Leo’s case, but with you making a run to who knows where, all the youngest could do was shoot the turtle in blue the most displeased glare he’d ever received from the usually cheery turtle. It had definitely left a mark on Leonardo, the leader faltering on his words as Mikey made to quickly leave after you. Thankfully, Mikey knew Raph had his shell, the later quick to step in front of Leo to prevent him from stopping Mikey’s leave, continuing to give Leonardo an ear full.

Slipping on the wet roof of a building he’d jumped from, Mikey cursed as he came into hard contact with the dirty alley way floor. Thank goodness for his hard shell breaking the impact from being much worse, as Mikey to a moment to collect himself, something glimmering from the headlights of a passing car caught his eye. He felt his heart stop, seeing the beads to your favorite bracelet scattered on the pavement, clothes you’d been wearing that evening torn to shreds in a pile around him.

Was it really the next full moon already? Mikey felt himself become even more worried if that was possible, quickly scooping up the beads into one large hand and stuffing them into his pocket, eyes darting up to just make out the very round moon behind passing storm clouds.

The sudden sounds of loud barking alerted Mikey, something inside him telling him to follow the sounds. It didn’t take long to find where they were coming from, the brisk ninja turtle diving into an abandoned parking garage, narrowing in on the echoing sounds of stray dogs, and something more primal and low. With a gut wrench feeling about the later sound, he picked up his pace, coming into the lower basement floor to find a small of stray dogs barking ferociously at a large, huddled figure in the corner. Taking out his phone to turn on the flash light, the gleam of insanely large canine teeth and deathly glowing eyes shown back on him.

It was you, in full wolf form, no doubt still in pain from transformation and on high edge no thanks to the stray dogs who barked relentlessly against you.

“Hey! Scram!”, Mikey yelled, running off the stray dogs caught by complete surprise to the mutant turtle swinging nun-chucks in such a way to scare them off even further.

Once he was sure the dogs had fled the parking garage, tails tucked between their legs, only then did Mikey turn his attention to you.

“Hey angel cakes, it’s me, Mikey. I’m not gonna hurt ya, promise.”, he spoke calmly, hands lowered and in a crouched position to seem harmless.

It took a moment for you to recognize him, but once you had, light whimpers bubbled up from your throat, a hoarse call of his name echoing off the concrete walls.

“What are you doing here? I. . .I don’t want to hurt you.”, you lowly cried, backing yourself up further against the wall, but this time for Mikey’s safety and not your own.

“You could never hurt me.”, Mikey gently reassured, reaching out a hand but retracted when you pushed your self further away.

The action put a pit in his heart, but he knew not to push you. God, he would never even dream of doing something like that to you. As for you, a different type of pit found it’s way within you, one carved by anger and despair. Leonardo's words blaring in your mind that had sent you into the shadows you hid in now.

“You sure? Leonardo seems to think otherwise.”

Mikey frowned deeper, the bitterness in your tone seeping through his very scales. What exactly had his brother said to you? He knew that you both would get into arguments, but what occurred between you two for him to even imply such a thing? The turtle in orange had to take a deep breath, releasing slowly and unclenching his fists. You need him right now, and him getting pent up would not help either of you.

Mikey sat on the cold pavement across from you, his beautiful blue eyes filling with a softness only ever for you.

“Well, Leo’s got a yard long stick up his ass when it comes to being over protective of us.”

That made you chuckle lightly, the sound causing a fluttering in Mikey as he smiled successfully. Even if it was just a small laugh, it was still a step in the right direction.

“Come on, baby cakes. You know just as well as I do that you could never hurt any of us.”, Mikey spoke again with a smile this time.

You huffed, fur billowing in the light breath on your shoulder.

“I know, I just. . .what if I do? Even if on accident? I could never. . .”, you trailed off, eyes dulling as you peered down to the fade white line of the parking spot you sat in.

You were a monster, the world made sure that you would always know that. Memories of being chased and hunted down simply for existing. Always being shouted at vulgarly, treated as though a simple howl from you would tear the world in two.

“Then I would forgive you.”

Your head shut up, ears propping straight and golden eyes staring in disbelief at Michelangelo’s words. Yet, the soft smile he bore, baby blue eyes showing nothing but genuine honesty, reassured(?) you he meant it through and through. His unwavering kindness brought up newer, nicer memories over the ones that plagued your mind only minutes ago. Memories of when you first met the band of brothers, who had saved your life when you were moments away from giving up and letting the hunters win their game against you. You were in such a dark place, bearing sharp teeth even at your mutant saviors who no doubt had felt just as much as outsiders their whole life as you had. It was Mikey’s kindness, his bright sun lit friendliness that showed you a brighter side to life. Not once had that changed over the time you spent with him and his brothers, the two of you only growing closer and fonder of each other.

Hesitantly, you lifted a strong paw out towards the ninja turtle, the later warmly taking your furred hand into his scaly one, before gentle lips lowered to press against your bulky knuckles. It took all of your strength to not burst into tears in that moment, instead opting to pull Mikey, who’d otherwise would be like moving a boulder but was more like a feather with your strength, into a tight hug. The choked sob that threatened to spill past your maul had Mikey’s heart shattering, his arms wasting no time in coming up to wrap around your large form, deeply inhaling the forestry smell of your soft fur.

“Thank you, Mikey. Thank you.”, you softly cried out, snout digging into the space between his neck and shell.

Mikey rubs soothing circles into your back, turning enough to plant another small kiss to your head.

“No need, angelcakes. You know I’ll always be here for you.”

And he was right, you knew that, felt it, and you swore to yourself that you would be there for him always too.

~xXx~

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Hey y’all, I really appreciate that y’all like my writing so much to continue sending me request, but just a reminder that my ask box is currently closed to new ones while I try to finish up on the older request I’ve currently had ❤️

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•CW: food, reader eating a lot, slightly suggestive•

The guys have never seen a sweet thing like you eat before. It’s Friday night, y’all just got back from deployment, and ofc Johnny suggests going to a bar as a way to cool off from everything. And ofc, the guys can’t wait to get some actual real food in their guts. Naturally they’d say the same for you, only they could have never foreseen just how badly you craved for some real food. The waiter just dropped off your third basket of wings, you’re nearly done with your second, and the guys can’t stop staring at the way you just stuck a particularly meaty wing into your mouth, pulling it out bone fucking clean. Your eyes scour the small round table, and the guys think you’re about to get all shy and excuse yourself, except you just point at their own unfinished meals, with a “ya gonna finish that?”

Price is quickly thinking of every holiday where he can make you the perfect meal to make sure you’re good and wonderfully full.

Simon’s already got a whole wedding menu set up for the two of you, despite neither of you dating.

Kyle is somehow so flabbergasted and so enamored all at the same time.

Johnny has never wanted to be a chicken wing so badly in his life.

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Hello hello! How are you? I saw you wrote again! I'm glad you took some time to rest! I loved your most recent writings! You are great! 🥰

Hi, and thank you so much. I really am trying to go about my own pace and not feel pressured to write, which has been making being able to write again more enjoyable <3

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I like to thank you for the trans ask response! It makes my heart happy because I don't see a lot of Trans-Masc readers with their turtle Bois, ESPECIALLY when they still stay together despite the change in S/O. I was afraid to ask for the request because I thought it'll be taken badly

Oh no worries! I'm glad I could make something relatable for people. It can be really disappointing not being able to find writings that specify to the reader's self, which is what reader inserts are all about, being able to put yourself in a story with characters you adore. The great thing about fanfic is that we can decide how characters react to things, and be able to weave that with canon so that it works out for us. While it might not be what one person thinks, it can be what another does. So, again, absolutely no worries at all! I'm very happy to have been able to make something you and others could specifically enjoy. ^-^