#leonardo x reader

[rotten-puppet]

Quick reminder for fanfic writers both on here and ESPECIALLY on AO3…

If your main character has a name and described appearance, DO NOT use the character x reader tag. Like…seriously.

That is an OC. Use the “x oc” or “x original character” tag. Stop using the “x reader” tag. It will not give you more reach because people looking through the “x reader” tag aren’t going to read it. Three guesses why.

You are also making the filtering system null and void, which is harmful ESPECIALLY for archival sites like ao3 where the tags and filtering system are specifically there to make things easier. It’s basic fandom etiquette guys. Common sense and consideration for others. It won’t kill you to tag things correctly.

[st4rry-aid]

turtles pat each other’s faces when courting each other so just imagine tmnts doing that to their crush

as a side note: red eared sliders sometimes instead gently stroke their intended mates face! leo is 1000% touchy and holds ur cheeks when he kisses you.

michaelangelo probably pats your cheeks to the beat of his favorite song.

donnie, on the other hand, either pokes your face like he’s trying to test the squishiness of your cheeks or drumming his fingers softly over them, especially when he’s boredly waiting for something to load.

raph is gentle and quick, just pat-pat-pat! all over your face, a gentle reminder youre his. he gives you a closed eye smile and turns back to his training.

[heartonmyshell]

When He Smells His Brother on You (Rise ver.)

💚 ROTTMNT Turtles/Gender Neutral Reader 💚

A/N: Scent marking headcanon scenarios, anyone? 👀 Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving? 😂

CWs: Possessive/territorial behavior, scent marking, the guys acting a bit feral. Considering the subject matter, it’s not a stretch to say that these may be somewhat NSFW, but not super explicit. All characters are aged-up.

LEO

Leo is lounging on the edge of the skate ramp, tossing one of his katanas in the air with practiced, bored ease. When he sees you enter, he flashes you that classic cocky grin. But the sword fumbles in his grip the second the wind shifts.

The silence that follows is deafening.

He drops from the ramp, landing silently, moving with the fluid grace of a red-eared slider. But the water is turbulent today. His eyes narrow, scanning you, zeroing in on the collar of your shirt. He smells his twin.

“Donnie?” he asks, though it’s not really a question. His voice is light, but there’s a razor blade hidden in the tone.

He circles you like a shark in open water. He stops behind you, and you feel his hand clamp on your shoulder, trapping you in place. Then, he slides both hands under your jacket, pulling you back against his chest. He noses at your hairline, inhaling the scent of his twin, and gives a mocking scoff.

“Boring,” he whispers, his lips grazing your earlobe.

He spins you around, pinning you with a look of intense, possessive heat. He drags his nose along your jawline, rubbing his cheek against yours, effectively wiping away the other scent. His hands wander lower, cupping you, pulling your hips against his to make you feel exactly how jealous he is.

“I’m going to ruin you for him,” Leo promises, his voice a sultry purr. “By the time I’m done with you, the only name you’ll be screaming is mine.”

He kisses you then, demanding and deep, intent on marking every inch of you until the scent of his brother is nothing but a distant memory.

RAPH

The moment you step into the lair, the air in the main atrium grows heavy.

Raph emerges from the projector room. He doesn’t greet you with his usual teddy bear warmth and snaggle-toothed grin. Instead, his nostrils flare, and a low rumble starts deep in his plastron. He stops inches from you, his shadow swallowing you whole.

“Leo,” he grunts. He doesn’t ask; he knows. The scent of his brother is a stain on your neck, a neon sign of a challenge.

Before you can explain, his large hand encases your shoulder. He crowds you against the nearest wall, his size effectively caging you in. Raph is an alligator snapping turtle—a creature of instinct and force. And right now, his pupils are blown wide, eclipsing his normally kind irises.

He leans down, burying his snout into the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply before letting out a sharp, angry hiss. “He thinks he’s slick,” he growls against your skin. “Leaving his mark on you like he owns you.”

He nuzzles you, the texture of his skin scraping deliciously against your pulse point, replacing the lingering trace of Leo with his own scent. He bites down gently on your neck, just enough to make you gasp, his tongue swiping hot and wet over the spot immediately after.

“I’m gonna cover you in so much of me that you’ll forget he even exists.”

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze dark and hungry. Raph intends to stake his claim so deep inside you that no amount of scrubbing will ever wash him away.

DONNIE

The lab is loud with the sound of welding and music, but the moment the sensors at the door recognize your biometrics, the noise cuts out instantly.

Donnie spins in his chair, a rare, genuine smile forming—until he smells it. His smile flatlines. He stands up slowly, the mechanical spider limbs of his battle shell unfurling from his back, betraying the agitation he’s trying to suppress.

He smells the chaotic, vibrant scent of his younger brother all over you. It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s incorrect.

“Calculated probability of you visiting Michael before me was low,” Donnie states, his voice monotone, masking a brewing storm of possessive rage. He walks toward you, his movements stiff. “And yet, here you are. Contaminated.”

His hands clamp onto your waist and shoulder, pulling you closer. He examines you, leaning in and sniffing the air around your neck with clinical precision, his face twisting in distaste. Then he cups your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

“I don’t like sharing,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and dilated, “and I certainly don’t like sharing you.”

As he presses his forehead against yours, his battle shell disengages and retreats back to storage, revealing the soft shell underneath. He begins to kiss down your throat, methodical and wet, placing suction bites in a perfect geometric pattern over the areas where Mikey’s scent is strongest.

“I’m going to conduct a thorough recalibration,” Donnie breathes against your skin, his arm sliding down to tease the hem of your pants. “We aren’t leaving this lab until your biometric readings are exclusively synchronized with mine.”

MIKEY

You expect a flying tackle-hug and a loud “Omigosh!” Instead, when you walk into the kitchen where Mikey is cooking, he freezes mid-chop. The knife lowers slowly to the cutting board.

The playful box turtle vibe evaporates, replaced by an uncharacteristically terrifying stillness.

Mikey turns around. He’s not smiling. His face is blank, eerily calm, which is infinitely scarier than him yelling. He smells Raph on you, and it triggers a primal, bratty defiance in him. He walks over to you, wiping his hands on his apron.

“You smell like Raph,” he states. His voice is soft, but it lacks its usual bounce. It’s deep, flat, and laced with possessiveness. “Why do you smell like Raph, angel?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. Then, he tightens his grip. He looks at you, his eyes wide and pitiful, but underneath that puppy-dog look is a feral gleam.

“Did he touch you?” he asks, his hands wandering, gripping your rear firmly, pulling you into his hips. “Did he think he could just take you? Because he’s the biggest?”

He lets out a low growl. He hates it. Hates that his brother’s scent is clinging to his person.

Suddenly, he spins you around and hoists you up onto the kitchen island. He steps between your legs instantly, prying your knees apart with his thighs to settle himself firmly against your center.

“I hate it,” he hisses, again burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin there. He rubs his cheek aggressively against your chest, your neck, your jaw, acting like a cat that’s terrified of losing its territory.

“We aren’t leaving this kitchen,” he vows, “not until I know that the next time Raph walks by you, all he smells is me.”

[ray-jaykub]

Pet names the guys would use

Prefacing this with the fact that I believe all four of them are consistent users of 'baby'. Some pull it more (Leo) than others (Donatello), but that's a go-to, especially if they want something from you.

Leonardo

- Dear, baby, honey, love, if it ain't broke don't fix it, in his opinion. He's a simple guy (as simple as a ninja turtle can be...) and these come naturally to him.

- If he's particularly lovey dovey? Princess/prince, it's something cute and corny that he can pop out. He's very boyish about it

- As far as what you'd call him, you can whip around and use the same line up on him, you call and he'll answer.

- A guilty pleasure of his though is something authoritative. Sir, Sensei, Mister

- The type, that if you guys became parents, he would call you what the kids call you. I don't make the rules. (I do, but I'm not changing them) it's mostly endearing and casual, like saying your name

Raphael

- SALACIOUS once it's been long enough and he's comfortable and you're comfortable, he does lay it on

- Sweetheart, Sugar, baby, baby doll, baby mama (don't ask, he won't have a reason), and a multitude of others that are the equivalent to a sleepy wet kiss to the ear

- Very much like a cheeky old man about it, if it makes you swat at him the better.

- LOOOVES if you tease and call him big man or hot rod. Absolutely melts at being called handsome, something about it strokes that praise loving gremlin in his brain and you can get him to do whatever you need

Donatello

- Like an old man but the sweet modest kind

- Dovey/Dove, Honey, Dear, Darling, Love, etc. He only ever really pulls baby when he's wanting you or begging for some leniency. And then when he's feeling extra poetic he'll pull a different language out

- Call him smarty pants or smart ass in that sassy kind of way and he's getting hard. But he's very weak to just his name and how you say it. A sweet and simple "Donnie", or looking him in the eyes and saying his full name "Donatello" in a serious way and he's all yours

- But also he's in love with even the way you sneeze, so, it isn't hard to get what you want from him

Michelangelo

- Many people have this headcanon, but he is seriously coming up with the most ridiculous shit to get you laughing. Snookey-wookey pookie bear, sugar kiss, Honey butt, the list goes on

- In another life he was a hey mama's lesbian

- It's purely for the fact they make you laugh and make other people look at him crazy. But when it's just you two? It's weirdly your name or sun shine or baby, nothing else, he's very limited but it makes it all the more personal

- The best names to call him, are always baby/baby boy, good boy, handsome..., there's a trend here. But it makes him absolutely melt

[symbiosae]

Do You Know What You’re Doing? Bayverse! Turtles x Reader Headcanons

💌 this is based off of a tiny little tiktok trend i’m seeing… people post specific and in-depth things that their s/o does that attracts them :) figured i’d give it a go with the bay boys. a little broad but that’s likely because this was instead written a little more suggestive than i had initially planned. but… who’s complaining? lmfao

if you’re wondering… trend: ‘things i find extremely attractive’ on tiktok

synopsis: the turtles are attractive and things get explicit. Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, 18+. MDNI. All characters aged up

Leo: 

I’d like to believe that Leo, in private, genuinely finds the idea of overpowering people intriguing. He’s learned to do better, KNOWS how to do better when it comes to controlling his attitude– but you give him some leniency with it. 

In the scenario where you and he decide to participate in this—"this" meaning being generous about how much of a sassy, authoritative, commanding turtle he's allowed to be—approach with caution. By God, he takes full advantage.

It’s not like the relationship he has with his brothers. Not ridiculously domineering, no. He knows when to act like an actual man.

But he is a tease. 

“What?” He would sneer. Clicking his tongue, tilting his head, pouting at you when you don’t get your way. 

Again. That’s only in private. He treats you like royalty in the presence of literally anyone else.

I have an idea in my head that he’s definitely the type of individual to enjoy reading books.

Classics, of course, but he gets these (cough) frisky ideas from romance books. No doubt.

That’s where Leo would learn how to do all of this romantic kinky shit to you. No social media, as he’s likely absent from it– maybe visits a few “how-to’s”, but other than that, when it comes to his romanticism tactics; it’s all literature-based.

He’s into begging. Matter of fact, I’d say it’s one of the biggest things he’s into– he loves when the words coming out of your mouth are simply words of want. You want him to do this to you? Him, of all people? You gorgeous being, you. It boosts his damn ego, plain and simple. 

Leo got into this by fault of his own. Blue had gotten his hands on a romantic book that consisted of some fairly explicit adult content for the first time; lord knows how he got it. Probably found it in a trash bin on patrol, the cover looked nice. 

Had no idea what the book consisted of. Picked it up. Couldn’t put it back down. Discovered something new about himself that day. 

It was from then on out he started to hide his growing book collection from his family. Maybe he sets the more acceptable ones out on display… sure. 

In PUBLIC, honor boy is a completely different character. 

He’s respectful. 

Holds the door open, buys you food, aids you with care like no other when you’re sick. Something as simple as a slight headache has him dropping everything to come baby you without having to ask. 

That’s all you have to do: ask. That’s it. 

If you ever get back from a date night, feet tired from wearing heels or a painful shoe all night, you best believe that man is swooping you right up and off of your feet with the shoes dangling in the other hand. 

Leo’s a big fan of back-of-hand/knuckle kisses. It’s one of his favorite ways to show his respect to you, even if he acts the opposite when you’re alone ;)

He just likes getting a rise out of you… tease that man, for God’s sakes. You won’t regret it.

This is just an extra… but he absolutely loooooves helping you zip up your dress. Slowly. Surely. Matter of fact, just follow him to the bedroom, it doesn’t need to be zipped up anyways.

Raph: 

We know that Raph hates being excluded from decisions, major or minor. 

That’s why it’s his number one priority to make your voice heard. 

He WILL make sure that you stand out in a group setting. That man is used to being left out of group conversations. If there’s one thing he can do to show his attention, it’s giving you his own undivided attention; even if that means forcing the rest of the group to listen to what you have to say. 

He doesn't care if he has to fight to do it. By all means, speak your truth.

When it comes to people that aren’t his own dearly loved and immediate family, Raph is more of a socially anxious being! Contrary to popular belief, yes. It’s true. He may come off as a hot head… probably because yes. He is. But the dude knits in his free time. He hates people. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… I’m almost 99% he’d be on the introverted side if he were to be publicly accepted. 

Speaking of knitting! 

Gift giving is his looove language 💕

When winter rolls around, he’s knitting you a blanket and you don’t get a choice but to use it and KEEP it. 

When Spring rolls around, he has you bring that blanket back to the lair so he has some sort of scent remnant of you. 

It’s really no surprise as to why he wants it. 🙃

On a different topic, I’m also a firm believer that he’d be allllllll over kissing the scars on your body. 

So what, you think they’re ugly? He has them too. He thinks they look cool. But oh, they look so much better on you. 

Stretch marks. Scars. Injuries of the like. They show a journey and he is so unbelievably down to prove it to you. 

Speaking of proving things to you…. 

Raph likes loves when you speak out against him. It gives him all the more reason to take your two hands in his giant green one and use that shit against you. 

You wanna talk about how much you hate your body? How much you think people hate you for who you are? How shitty of a s/o you think you are? 

Try saying or proving any of that when one hand is grasping two of yours and the other is over your mouth. 

You’re not able to say anything, regardless. Your mind is too busy on other things ;) 

Like Raph’s voice, for one. He’s vocal! And is WELL aware. 

Spring, he despises; he misses you too much. However, he never allows you over, as he is far too terrified of harming you. 

Because he has no control over his actions for the week (at most), you’ve been tasked with staying home. Spring, in its entirety; SUCKS– but Raph will be a trooper for ya’.

It’s only about a week’s length where spring fever hits him like a train. Yeah. A week’s length is all you have to stay home… without him. 

So. Before that week starts, he gives you the worst hickies known to mankind. 

They’re deep and purple. He only does it so when he sees you again, those feelings come flooding back! It’s like his season, but he’s aware this time. Hell yeah! And he’s got his girl for this round! 

As long as you don’t cover them up, Raph treats you just fine. Unless you request otherwise. He’s down for anything you ask of him… Red is desperate. 

Donnie:

There’s no telling when a spicier mood will hit him.

But there are signs…. and one is a dead giveaway.

It’s around three in the morning, one night. You decided to stay over at the lair with your genius boyfriend and his family; it was getting late, anyways. 

There’s shit scattered all over the lair. As you trudge to grab a snack from the fridge, you manage to step on THREE things: Mikey’s Stuffed Animal, trash that Leo had begged Raph to pick up, and an aluminum wrapper of a strawberry Pop-Tart pastry that Donatello had been particularly fond of. 

Speak of the devil. (He’s such a deep sleeper, how could he have heard you?)

Donnie’s voice, laced heavily with sleep, floats from the doorway. 

The turtle in purple (and probably sweatpants) would mumble a silly question about why you’re up so late. He approaches, warm hand finding your waist as he leans past you to retrieve his prized juice box from the fridge— pausing before he realizes why you were probably in this exact spot, too.

"Would you like ‘n orange or an apple?" He sleepily murmurs against your forehead, pressing a kiss there before pulling back and wrapping his arms around you.

You don't answer, too distracted by how his thumb traces circles just above your hipbone, the scaly finger sending shivers through your sleep shirt.

It’s not with any intention at first. But… it does grow into some.

He likes how warm you feel against him. He likes how he can use you as a headrest. He likes how he can just think about you and nothing else on his mind. None of those stressors from his work are present in his mind just yet, he’s too focused on you.

Donnie, who is most often perceived to be “in-the-mood” after a long day at work, is actually most often “in-that-mood” when he wakes.

He’s been snoozing for a bit and has nothing on his mind. He’s zoned, he’s sleepy, he’s cozy… and you’re warm… come here, will you? 

Donnie's fingers continued along your waist, calloused skin tracing the hem of your sleep shirt. His body remained pressed against yours, weight shifting as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder. You could feel the slow, even rhythm of his breathing against your neck, warm puffs of air raising goosebumps along your arms. 

You felt his lips press against the curve where your shoulder met your neck, lingering there, hot and damp. 

A little noise– soon discernable as a moan– slipped out from your lips. 

You’ve got two seconds to decide whether you want to go back to his room or let him lift you up on the counter before he decides for you. 

(someone remind me to post a mini one-shot for that scenario someday. it’s sitting in my drafts)

When Donnie IS of a more conscious state, there is no scenario that man loves more than having you in his lap when he works. 

Any time you walk by, he’s waving you towards him with a finger. Or a nod of his head. 

You can straddle him, cuddle him, sit in front of him while he works. Donnie doesn’t care. As long as he gets to hold you. 

His hands will drift. Waaaaay further than they should be allowed to with that lab door of his wide open. 

When he’s awake, he’s very into overstimulating the shit out of you. But he’s, and, this is hard to explain or put into words— nice with it? He talks you through it. Makes sure you’re okay even though you’re seeing stars while he whispers to you. Is pecking kisses upon kisses down your body. 

And, of course, helps clean you afterwards. 

When he’s sleepy, like previously mentioned; he likes sitting you on top of his thigh once you get back in the bedroom. He gets to watch you receive pleasure all while being able to control how much you get and when. What’s more to love? 

His sleepy voice, that’s what. It’s raspy and his voice cracks more than it already does on the daily. Hell, it makes you want to be the one helping him out.

He won’t let you. He takes you in his arms and conks back out instead. 💤

Mikey:

Mikey always loved parties. Even better— he loves taking you to aforementioned parties.

Even if it’s not your thing, he sticks with you the entire time. The sweet tangerine turtle will place his hand on your back ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to ease you mind of this rambunctious place; oh, what’s that? You want to ditch and get some fresh air? 

Say no more. 

He's already found the perfect place, temperature-wise. If you've made a statement about being too warm, great! He's already found a secluded place with just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. Too cold? Mikey's jacket is coming straight off of his waist and straight onto your body.

He has this way of making you feel like you're the only two people there, even in the middle of a thousand-person crowd. 

He'll lean in close, breath warm against your ear as he whispers some ridiculous commentary about the people around you. Mikey is great at distracting you. Making shitty experiences seem bearable for what they really are.

He looooves taking you on solo walks around the venue you're in; he pays EXTRA attention to what makes you light up as you walk past. If there's a specific vendor... for example, a dessert or drink stand if you're at a party, you best believe that man would watch his wallet run dry if it meant seeing you happy. 

He's not the kind to take you out to an ice cream shop and only buy YOU something because YOU were hungry. He'll get something, too! Probably one of those seasonal flavors that sound goofy... cereal milk? That one screams 'Mikey' to me.

As the night becomes too much, and the moon carries on, you two have probably found your way back to the lair. Or, your apartment. Whichever. 

Of course, when it's just you two and Mikey's attention is on you, he goes from crowd-pleaser --> pleasure-giver.

Contrary to popular opinion, he’d take it slow!

Even if he’s been with other people before, if that’s a general headcanon of yours— you’re one he genuinely cares about. Mikey’s been eyeing you for ages. Now, he’s finally got his hands on you. Slow and steady, he’ll take it— unless asked otherwise. He wants to remember this remember you.

Mikey LOVES taking the lead, and generally prefers it, but only if you explicitly offer it. He will never force a thing, but if you give him the reins, you aren’t getting them back unless you ask nicely 😂

This doesn’t take away from the fact that he also loves when YOU take the reins! Please. By all means, tell him what to do. He is not going to complain. You may actually get him to listen for once in his life 🤷‍♀️

Mikey is a huge (!!) fan of praise; if you compliment him or tell him how good he is at being in charge, he'll work even harder to ensure you're taken care of, confirming that he's earned the position you gave him.

 Looking into it, maybe this comes from him being the youngest! He likes being able to take authority, especially when it’s in something he’s good at with someone he loves.

Reciprocal touch and reassurance are absolute musts for him; he needs to feel you reaching back just as much as he’s reaching for you. If you run your hands over his shell or pull him closer, he practically melts. He’ll often ask if he’s doing a good job or if you’re enjoying yourself, not out of insecurity, but because your verbal and physical confirmation acts like straight gasoline for him. It sets him on fire, gets him going, it’s his fuel. Seeing you lose yourself in the moment because of something he’s doing is the ultimate ego boost for him, and he’ll reward your praise with even more focused attention.

The aftercare with Mikey is legendary and arguably his favorite part of the whole experience. 

He’s a total cuddle bug. He will WRAP HIS LIMBS around you like a koala and refuse to let go. 

He’ll bring you water, of course, find your favorite snacks, and maybe even put on a silly cartoon just to keep the atmosphere light and cozy. He’ll then pepper your face with tired, happy kisses and whisper about how much he loves you until you both drift off. :) 

And then he’ll wake you up with his snores. Because I know he does. He absolutely does.

<3

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[turtsnpizza]

Can you imagine the boys receive their keys to the city, they take in the views of New York City from the crown of the Statue of Liberty, and now it’s time to go home because it’s getting late and the ceremony is over.

The boat pulls in, all the officers begin to board, and you (a detective or something), quickly take the last seat open.

You’re engaged in a deep conversation with one of your colleagues and then for a split second you catch a glance of Splinter standing nearby.

Sure, he’s a giant rat, and you’re still trying to process that fact, but you can tell he’s just a cute old man and your parents raised you to respect your elders, no matter what.

So you abruptly pause your conversation, rise from your seat, and say-

“Here, you can have my seat, sir.”

Then, without missing a beat, you continue chatting with your friend, now standing in front of them as if nothing had interrupted your flow.

But just as he begins to take a seat, you suddenly appear beside him, extending your arm to offer support, not knowing that he can literally do a handstand on one finger.

But you're so obviously kind that he just plays the helpless old man role and takes your arm before slowly sitting down with that typical old man sigh.

All while you're still chatting with your friend, not making a big fuss about it.

Splinter is just like, 'Wow, such a kind young lady.'

And then you have Leo, who watched the whole thing with literal hearts in his eyes, already planning yours and his wedding.

But you’re still just talking to your friend.

[rhysspiecez]

could you maybe write some HC's where the bay! tmnt are secretly obsessed with you?! Thank you!!

'They're secretly obsessed with you!'

(Bay!Tmnt x reader) Headcanons (SFW)

"Look at you, You're gorgeous. Why wouldn't anyone be obsessed with you? "

--

A/N: OMG I love this oneeee! I hope You like it, I tried my best! But, even if you dont.. You're still gonna read it like a goooooood boy ahahhahaha

Raphael˖᯽ ݁˖

Raph is way more aware of you than he is of anyone else

pretends you’re just “there” but tracks everything you do without realizing it

gets irritated when his attention keeps drifting back to you

tries to act normal… overthinks everything instead

replays conversations with you later, especially if he thinks he sounded stupid

will randomly remember something you said and get stuck on it

doesn’t understand why you affect his mood so much, just knows you do

He talks rougher than usual to you at first because he doesn’t know how to be normal

then randomly gets quieter when it’s just the two of you

Stands close without thinking, like it’s instinct

Watches your reactions more than he listens to what’s being said

if you’re focused on him, he gets slightly thrown off but hides it

teases you, but it’s softer—less bite, more… testing the waters

gets awkward in small, rare ways that no one else sees

always ends up near you, even if he didn’t plan to

glances at you mid-conversation just to see your reaction

notices changes in your mood before anyone else

remembers small details about you and brings them up casually later

adjusts what he’s doing if he thinks it’ll make things easier for you

pays attention to what you like/dislike without being told directly

if you’re not around, he feels it immediately

likes when it’s just you and him, no one else around

feels calmer when you’re near, even if he won’t say it

listens to you more than anyone else

respects your opinions way more than he lets on

if you’re upset, it affects him more than he expects

doesn’t know how to say “I like you,” so he just… shows up

you get a version of him that’s quieter, more real, less guarded

Michelangelo˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Mikey realizes he likes you fast and then just… never recovers

talks about you way more than he thinks he does

Everything reminds him of you somehow

His mood is very dependent on how you’re acting toward him that day

Tries to play it cool… fails immediately

overthinks your reactions but masks it with humor

genuinely doesn’t know how to tone it down

way more energetic when you’re around, like he’s trying to keep your attention

makes jokes constantly just to hear you laugh

gets distracted mid-sentence if you’re looking at him

leans into you, touches your arm, stands close without thinking

gives you his full attention like nothing else matters

will interrupt himself just to respond to you

gets a little shy sometimes when you focus on him too much (rare but REAL)

you’re the first person he looks for when something happens

if something funny happens, he turns to you immediately

if something bad happens, he still looks for you first

texting/talking to you is part of his daily routine at this point

if he hasn’t talked to you all day, it feels wrong

depends on your reactions more than he realizes

you’re basically his favorite person, NO competition!!

Donatello ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Donnie tells himself it’s “just interest in behavior patterns” and absolutely refuses to call it a crush!

somehow knows your schedule better than you do

starts adjusting his own routine around yours without realizing it

gets distracted mid-work if you’re in the same room

replays conversations with you to analyze “tone” and “intent” (it’s just him overthinking everything)

remembers extremely specific details about you and insists it’s “for reference”

gets visibly thrown off when you act differently than usual

talks more when you’re listening, even if he doesn’t notice it himself

explains things to you in a softer, slower way than he does with others

makes small adjustments to help you without announcing it

glances at you constantly when he thinks you won’t notice

gets awkwardly quiet when you focus on him too directly

accidentally prioritizes you over his work… then gets annoyed at himself for it

stands slightly closer to you than necessary during conversations

your opinion starts influencing his decisions more than he wants to admit

if he doesn’t talk to you for a while, his focus gets worse

he checks in on you “casually” way more often than needed

feels off when you’re not around, but can’t explain why

you’ve become part of his mental checklist for the day

if you’re upset, it completely derails his productivity

he doesn’t like how much your presence affects his concentration… but doesn’t fix it

fixes things for you before you even ask

remembers your preferences better than anyone else

builds or adjusts things specifically with you in mind

pays attention to your mood shifts instantly

brings up things you mentioned in passing weeks ago

offers solutions to your problems before you finish explaining them

quietly gets proud when you rely on him for something

Leonardo✮⋆˙

(Best for last ofc)

Leo convinces himself he’s just “being responsible” when he keeps checking on you.

notices your presence immediately in any room without meaning to

becomes more disciplined around you because he’s trying to “set an example”… it backfires, he just gets tense

replays conversations with you later, analyzing what he said and if it was “appropriate”

keeps a careful distance at first, then slowly forgets that distance exists

gets slightly thrown off when you treat him casually instead of formally

speaks a little more softly when it’s just you

stands just slightly closer than he does with others (and doesn’t notice it)

watches your reactions while talking, adjusting his tone without realizing

listens very carefully to everything you say, even small comments

tries to appear calm but reacts faster to you than anyone else

gets a little more protective in his posture when you’re nearby

pauses a second too long sometimes before responding to you

your opinion quietly becomes one of the most important to him

if you’re not around, he notices the gap in his day more than he expects

he checks in on you under the excuse of “making sure everything is fine”

feels more grounded when you’re present, even if he can’t explain why

your safety and wellbeing become a constant background concern for him

he adjusts his behavior depending on how you’re feeling that day

doesn’t like how quickly his focus drifts toward you

always remembers what you tell him and brings it up later correctly

offers help before you even ask for it

positions himself where he can easily see you without making it obvious

becomes noticeably more attentive when you’re speaking

softens his expressions slightly when talking to you

trusts your judgment more than he lets on

prioritizes your comfort in small, quiet ways

"I love being a turtleeee"

[kishi07]

this ask took some time to make, but, yeah