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[oleander-nin]

Tmnt 2012 (Leo , Raph ,Donnie ,Mikey)

How do the turtles react to the reader's long-held lie (e.g. she was a foot clan soldier.....take your pick) will they forgive her...or will they hold a grudge and break up with her

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Liar Liar(TMNT 2012 x Reader)

A/N, not important: I'm back😎. Sorry for the huge leave and for the clunky writing. I'm trying to find my footing once more after not touching a keyboard for about 7 months. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Betrayal, lack of trust

Words: 998

Summary: How the 2012 turtles react to the reader being an ex-foot soldier

Leonardo

Leo’s initial reaction is strong. He’s betrayed and unbelieving, especially after knowing you for so long. You’ve seen everything they’ve been through, fought with them when battles got tough, and even helped patch everyone up multiple times. He feels a bit dumb after looking back over the time you’ve spent with them. You always seemed to know the Foot Clan’s moves and how they acted. When training, you were able to show them counters to the Foot’s moves. Sure, you always seemed to have an excuse, but now it was all making sense.

He ignores you for a while. He spends his time working though the news by meditating and training. He wants to forgive you, but feels it’ll be swept over if he rushes in too soon again. He’s hurt by the betrayal and the lack of trust you’ve shown by not telling him.

He’ll eventually come around again, almost out of the blue. He’ll acknowledge it by having you train with him more and having you tell them everything you know about the Foot, but won’t hold it over you. He understands why you didn’t say anything, even if he wishes you did.

However, while he seems to forgive you, he’ll continue looking into your past. He double checks everything you say. He can’t tell when you’re lying or not anymore, not after deceiving him and his family for so long. You’ve lost his trust and will have to work twice as hard to gain it back.

Raphael

He’s furious. So furious his brothers have to initially hold him back from doing something rash. He can’t help but feel deceived. He doesn’t trust anything you’ve ever said, completely convinced you’re still working with the Foot Clan.

He’s incredibly short and rude with you for a long time, shutting himself up in his room anytime you’re over at the lair. He’ll insult you to your face whenever he does end up in the same room as you. He doesn’t want to give you any inkling of hope that he’s okay with your years of lying. If you train with them and end up going against him, he’ll just use it as an excuse to beat you up a bit. He’s a lot more erratic on missions as well, his anger flaring up even faster than before.

His brothers eventually drag him over so you can actually talk to him. While the conversation is more yelling on his part, he eventually starts to simmer down. Still, he’s not the same as he was with you by any means. He refuses to let you back in that easily. That doesn’t mean he won’t let you work for it, though. He’ll let you start to pick back up the pieces of your relationship and start anew, making sure there’s no secrets this time.

It’ll take him a long time for him to let it go and start trusting you again, but in the end, he doesn’t want to lose you.

Donatello

Pretty similar to Raph in the beginning. He lashes out, openly questions and mocks your entire relationship in the heat of the moment. He’ll accuse you of still working with them, of being a spy and a traitor. Then, he’ll lock himself in his lab and try to focus on anything that isn’t you.

He doesn’t want to face the new reality of you not being what you said you were. He can’t help but replay your entire relationship in his head, dissecting every memory to try and figure out where you were genuine—or if you ever were.

He deliberately ignores you for a long time unless it’s something that was critical to talk to you about. When he does talk to you, it’s a lot more petty. Everything out of his mouth is sarcastic or borderline an insult.

His feeling of betrayal festers with him for a long while, up until he’s finally able to actually talk to you(i.e., interrogate you). He’ll finally let you speak and give him the reassurances he’s been needing this entire time. He’ll especially be ecstatic when he realizes how much information about the Foot Clan they can really get from you now.

Like with the rest of them, he’s not able to just let your lies wash away immediately. He’ll be a lot more suspicious of the things you do and what you’re planning. He doesn’t want anything like this to happen again.

Michelangelo

Mikey’s a bit more care-free with it. He doesn’t believe you at first and treats it like a joke. Not because he’s stupid, or because he’s not listening, but because he doesn’t want to believe it. You’re his best friend, the first person he’s ever felt this safe around. You coming out with this secret just breaks his perfect image of you.

He immediately tells everyone. He wants to make sure everyone else is aware, regardless of whether you claim you’ve already told them or not. That, and he can’t keep anything to himself to save his life.

Unlike the others, he still trusts you. Sure, not as much as before, he’s your ride or die until the end. He’ll fight his brothers on letting you stay and be your advocate while you work on fixing the trust with the rest of his family. He doesn’t care how long you hid it, or whether you quit the clan yesterday or 5 years ago. You’re still his best friend and partner.

He’ll end up being a bit clingier with you as a result though. While he still trusts you, there are still problems that arise within the relationship as a result. You’ve lied to him. Mikey doesn’t like it when people lie to him. He’ll be a lot more aware of what you’re doing, and try to keep track of the things you say and any excuses you give. He doesn’t want to catch you in another lie, of course. He just wants to be safe.

[oleander-nin]

hey Ollie :D!!! just wanna check up on you, how ya feelin?

*spinning spinning spinning spinning*

Not great atm, my dog just died and I'm not great at balancing work and life so I haven't had time to destress

Sorry, this probably isn't what you wanna hear. I'll try to be back online soon and start writing again once I get some free time

[oleander-nin]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY OLLIEE >:D!!!

Thank you! Happy Valentine's to you as well!

[oleander-nin]

@spoopyblues214, thanks for thinking of me!

Rules: you will be given a five letter word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

My word was FIGHT

Finding nothing, you feel a bit pleased with yourself.

I let out the breath of air I was holding, the silence washing over me as I sat seiza-position on the rugs adorning the concrete floor.

Glassy eyes in now cold bodies stare at you as you try not to sink into the torment of your mind.

Hoping to see your pillar as the world crumbled around you.

Their voices were too muddled together for me to understand, the sound of everyone at once too much

@faetaiity, @acutiewithagun, @lexiechr, @haerchive, @/everyone else because idk who all has been tagged in one of these

your word is SOUR

[oleander-nin]

HAI POOKIE, JUST WANT TO SAY I LOVE U/PLAT

Sorry I was off tumblr for a while!

Ily2 <3333333333333333333333333 /plat

[oleander-nin]

when the evil rat speaks...

LISTEN.

I'd wear that ngl

[oleander-nin]

I miss u bro 😭😭 IM ACTUALLY SO MAD I LOST MY COMPUTER SO ALL I HAVE IS MY IPAD

Oh you poor soul

idk about you, but writing on anything but a notebook/computer is awful. Maybe it's cuz I just got fat thumbs but like, you poor soul

wishing you the best Frankie, I miss you too /plat

[oleander-nin]

“GRHHHHHH, MINERSSSS, GRAHHHH 👹👹👹👹👹‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️”

I’m actually tweaking LMAO never been more invested in transformers since Rescue Bots, it was the literal GOAT 2018

So glad to have you here with me💪

[oleander-nin]

its chrimchim time

should I be worried

[oleander-nin]

happy birthday!!! o(≧▽≦)o o(≧▽≦)o

you're doing great :3

thank you! This is so sweet, I hope you're doing great too.

[oleander-nin]

appy birfday <333

im so damn tired rn

appy alloweeniw <33

ave a nice bridya <3333333333333333333333333333333

thank you!

Go eep<3

[oleander-nin]

Happy Halloween ollie!! <3

Happy Halloween! Thank you!

[oleander-nin]

Hai pookie! Glad you're getting back into writing :3 idk anything ab transformers but that oneshot was rly good

tank you tank you ily /plat

<333333333333

[oleander-nin]

YEAHHH I'M GLAD YOU'RE WRITING FOR TRANSFORMERS NOW

I don't know anything about transformers, but I was afraid you might feel stuck writing for the rottmnt fandom. I don't want you to write things you're not super into. That's like... step by step "How to Hate the Thing you Used to Love Doing", and I don't want you to hate writing. Trust me, I know that process very well.

So YAY I'M GLAD YOU'RE WRITING FOR SOMETHING YOU'RE MORE INTERESTED IN :D

I know I've said this before, but don't feel you have to write something. You don't owe anyone anything. If you come back to rottmnt, that's cool! And if you don't, that's cool too!

Phases come and go. But remember that impermanence does not equate to unimportance.

Just don't let anyone try and persuade you into writing anything you don't want to. And I'm very happy to see you branching out!!

(ALSO SORRY IF I'M ANALYZING ANYTHING WRONG OR MAKING ASSUMPTIONS LOL- LOVE YA /p)

I glad too! I like branching out, and writing for one thing for so long gets really hard. I'm hoping this will help me get back into TMNT better so I can keep going. Plus, robots are dope.

"That's like… step by step "How to Hate the Thing you Used to Love Doing", and I don't want you to hate writing." -> This is exactly why I stopped for so long. My friend pointed out that I was treating it more like a chore and I was starting to detest TMNT, which is bad because I want to like TMNT. So breaky break for a bit. I'll flip flop between the two for now.

"LSO SORRY IF I'M ANALYZING ANYTHING WRONG OR MAKING ASSUMPTIONS LOL" -> No once again you got just about everything right. I'm starting to think I'm a lot less mysterious than I once thought I was /j

Thanks for the kind words, 8-bit! I appreciate you lots <3

[oleander-nin]

If any of you guys like Transformers, I'm writing for them as well over here👍

Jazz Hands

A/N, not important: First transformers fic, sorry if this is kinda iffy. I'll get better as I write more. I tried my best man. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: kidnapping

Words: 1578

Summary: It's time for the Autobots to regroup, yet Jazz isn't yet willing to let his new human go.

Low music hummed out of your speakers, the volume turned down low so you could concentrate on the dark road. Your high beams were on, though even they seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness of the winter night. Your car’s engine hummed lowly as you drove, the bumps in the old asphalt road causing your car to intermittently shake. It was peaceful, as far as lone drives went.

You rub your tired eyes with the heel of your hand, tapping the steering wheel along to the beat of the song playing with the other. It was your eighth hour in the car by now, and you were stuck between toughing it out for the next five hours or just stopping in the next town you come across. You glance down at the map shining out from your phone on your center console, checking to see how close any hotels were. Or a walmart. Sleeping in your car sounded like a dream at this point. 

You sigh, quickly tapping on the nearest hotel in the navigation app and changing your destination. The screen lit up with a bright ‘CHANGE COURSE?’, waiting patiently for you to hit the confirmation before your map starts to bug out. You curse under your breath, both hands now gripping the steering wheel in annoyance. It takes a moment for the app to recalibrate, the icon showing you as driving backwards for a moment before righting itself once more. You relax back down, glancing at the number of miles until your exit. Thirty-seven to go and you’re home free.

You’re able to go twenty minutes before your radio starts to glitch out, the low music fading into mild static before changing into the familiar yet confusing revving noises. You sigh, fiddling with the knob on the stereo to try and fix it, grumbling under your breath. You had bought the Porsche from the used car dealership months ago, and while the stereo tending to jam up or change channels at will was annoying, it wasn’t enough for you to fork over the cash to get it fixed. It takes you a couple minutes of fighting the broken signal before you give up and switch the volume all the way down, opting to ride in silence instead. Silence immediately broken by the loud siren and lights of an approaching cop car.

You pull over with a loud curse, clutching tight to the steering wheel and expecting the cop to whizz past to reach whatever emergency they were being called to. To your surprise, and immense resentment, the cop pulls over alongside you. You grit your teeth, the grinding echoing in your head as your heart rate spikes. You quickly try to gather the necessary documents before leaving both hands on the steering wheel in hopes the exchange would be quick. You just wanted to leave. Thoughts of driving off after the cop makes it to your car tempt you, but you shake them off. You wanted to leave with a ticket at most, not a date with a judge.

It feels like forever before you’re able to pry your eyes away from the forward stare they were stuck in. Confusion seeps into your mind and muddles your frustration as you realize no officer had exited the vehicle. You watch the car for a second, face furrowing in concentration. Its low beams were still on, making it hard to see much more than the fuzzy shape of the car behind you. Another second passes as you await an officer to emerge, heart pounding in anticipation.

The car behind you shifts, a loud crunching sound emitting from the vehicle. Your eyes widen as the car breaks apart and stands up, your heart immediately dropping into your stomach. 

“What funding provided that?!” You exclaim in a panic, grabbing at your seatbelt to free yourself from the tin can of death your car became. To hell with a misdemeanor, you were not sticking around long enough to be crushed by a cop car on a rampage.

A loud long rev comes from the approaching thing’s engine, causing your car to start to shake. The seatbelt unclips, letting you make a break for the door before your ears ring with the sound of scraping metal. You scream as your car’s interior shifts around you, the windows pulling back until you’re stuck in a much smaller space. The sudden cramped area and pitch black makes your entire body tense up, your body shaking in fear. You can feel the metal vibrate and shift under you, the air permeated with a harsh chemical smell mixed with motor oil and gasoline. You curl up in a ball on instinct, unable to cry or scream or move. Cold air surrounds you for a second before you’re pulled out by a massive hand curled around your midsection, holding you just tight enough for it to be uncomfortable. The squeeze of fingers locked around your midsection knocks the breath from you, your limbs stinging against the frigid metal. Your eyes squeeze shut as you wait to be crushed, your arms desperately pushing at the giant metal fingers encasing you.

“Put it down, Jazz.” A harsh voice sounds. It was robotic in a way, a metal ring to each syllable that sounded, yet still sounded alive. You’re shooken slightly, the not-car holding you lifting you up as a way of emphasis. The movement makes your stomach drop, your vision swimming behind your eyelids.

“No. I told you already, I’m not leaving them.”

The angry growl of the once cop car’s engine causes your eyes to pop open, causing you to finally face the metal monster. An act you immediately regret upon looking at the sharp blue ‘eyes’ that seemed to possess a hatred for your very being. The instinct to run and hide consumes you with little ability to follow through. The Porsche turned robot you bought had you in its grasp, and was clearly not interested in letting you go. It feels as if your very soul is gripped with terror, your eyes locked on the face of something that shouldn’t be able to exist. Your stomach lurches from fear and discomfort, the cold air biting at your face reminding you that this is all real.

“It’s trembling, Jazz. There is clearly something wrong with it.” The giant white mech seethes, gesturing to your shaking form in what seemed like frustration. The robot holding you makes a concerning metal-screeching noise from its chest, quickly turning its hand and bringing you up to its face to inspect you. The ‘eye’ contact between you and the metal behemoth makes the air around you feel even colder than it already did. 

You were not dressed for the weather in the slightest, only donning a pair of jeans with a ratted old sweater. You hadn’t planned on getting out of your car for a while, so dressing any warmer hadn’t been a concern. You’re able to see your breath in front of you, each gasp of air you’re able to manage causes your lungs to constrict and crackle from the cold. The blue visor dims at your miserable state, its mouth curling in upset. It uses a finger from its other hand to pet your head, something that only makes you panic more. The bot sighs, curling both hands around you and holding you close to its chest.

“They’re just a bit scared. It’s not that bad.” The vibrato in the robot's voice causes his chest to vibrate uncomfortably. The mech pretends to not notice your discomfort, rubbing your stomach and chest rhythmically with his thumb. “You won’t even notice I have them.”

A couple more concerning sounds come from the cop-car-robot causing the Porsche to tighten his grip. You wanted to voice your opinion, to fight or protest or scream, but there was nothing you could do. They continued to bicker almost, the bot holding you seeming much calmer than the one it was facing. It talked about you like one would when bringing a lost kitten home without telling their family first.

The cop car seemed to give up on arguing with the Porsche, your handler’s chest rumbling in smug satisfaction. You help as the familiar sound of the cars changing ripples through the air once more, the hands holding you disappearing as you disappear back into the chest of the beast.

The lurching stops finally, you ending up dazed in the passenger seat. The rev of your car's engine knocks you out of it, pure instinct driving you forward as you try to do anything to get out. The seatbelt around you tightens to the point of near pain, the inability to bring your back off the seat only fueling the desperate feeling to get out. You grope around the car for anything you could grab, only for the crushing realization that nothing you touched worked. The stick shift for the transmission refused to budge and no amount of clawing at the door handle could get it to pop open. You were trapped in your own car, heading off at speeds you wouldn’t dream of hitting. You sink down in the seat in defeat. You could only hope they’d have to stop soon for gas or whatever else robot cars needed to run on. Maybe you could figure out how to escape then. For now, the only thing you do is come along for the ride.

[oleander-nin]

Ah okay, as long as you're not doing badly then that's good

I've been pretty alright recently! I'm motivated to actually start new hobbies for the first time in a LONG while. Trying to get over the frustration that comes with learning new things, but I'm continuing to do them so,, yay? lol

I got a weird feeling you might not be doing so great at the moment. I don't know if it's true, but I just wanted to check in just in case. If I'm wrong and you're actually doing fine, then that's much better. I hope you're taking care of yourself and not stressing too much (threat).

My DMS are open if you ever need it. Whether it's now, or any time in the future. Knowing you, you probably don't wanna "bother" anyone with that kinda thing, I feel you might be the type to politely thank them and yet never take that offer when you actually need it but SHUSH- I'D ALWAYS LOVE TO HELP YOU (OR ATTEMPT) IN ANY WAY I CAN /gen

I love you Ollie!! /p

Your ability to clock me is scary

I'm glad your able to indulge in hobbies though! Being able to sit down and do stuff you want to do is one of the best feelings in the world. I hope you're able to do very well with your hobbies.

My DM's are always open to you too Bitty. /gen I care about you lots.

[oleander-nin]

HI OLLIE MY BELOVED <3 I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL

I haven't been here in a bit, so how've ya been? Done anything fun lately?

I've been good, not much to report

Hbu?