heeey, so since u take requests for WOY, can u write some headcanons for main cast (Wander, Sylvia, Hater Peepers and if it’s not too much + Dominator) of them to falling in love with reader? like, realisation and what will they feel. i just love ur writing, feel free to ignore
WOY crush headcanons (part 1)
GOD FINALLY— You don’t know for how long I wanted to post about WOY. I have so much drafts with them it’s even EMBARRASSING. Yk I WOULD post some woy content long ago I just wasn’t sure if its worth, like yk you guys usually read only tmnt content and then boom, suddenly woy— but since the request is there, and if even 1 person is interested in it like I do, then oh lord I will do it now, and NOBODY CAN STOP ME HAHDGSHAHA,, also, I’ll do 2 part, cuz it’s too big and I’m too tired to write all of them at once
It was right after another fight.
You did something reckless. I mean, like they usually do. But this time, you did something that even Sylvia probably would’ve hesitated. That even him, Wander, won’t go for.
You sacrificed yourself for something big. Not out of pride. Not to be seen as a hero. Not even for something in return. But to save others. To protect, to help. Just like he always tried to do. And maybe that’s what shook him the most. You didn’t thought about yourself. You gave everything in that moment, that most people would run from
…Now, after it’s all over, you’re sitting together. He’s humming some little tune, while gently bandaging you, tying the last knot. You’re rambling about something dumb, and your hair’s a mess, and you’ve got dirt on your cheek, grinning like if everything that happened today was nothing to you.
He can’t stop looking at you.
And then, suddenly, for a long-long second, you made him feel…everything. Safety, happiness, calmness, and so soft, warm hope, that says that everything is gonna be alright, and everyone is gonna to be happy. Then you said something again, and he just laughs—
His smile fades for a second. Not in a sad way, just… like that air got knocked out of him.
His chest tightened. His heart skips a beat.
It doesn’t feel like failing. It’s feels like remembering. Like finally understanding
At first? He panics. Not in the loud way, like running in circles or screaming, but in that quiet, deeply uncomfortable stillness where he suddenly forgets how to move his arms. Wander is all about love, kindness, hope, and joy… but not for himself.
He gives love without expecting it back. That’s his core.
So the moment he realizes he’s personally in love—with a capital L in the beginning—is deeply confusing for him. Not because he’s ashamed, but because it’s not about you anymore. It’s about him needing you. And that’s scary.
You’re still talking, swinging your legs, completely unaware that something seismic just cracked open inside him.
He gives you a soft “uh-huh” still holding your hand from the bandage, but his fingers have gone stiff.
‘No no no no nope nope nope… Not this. Not me. Not to… I can’t—!’
He smiles harder. That big, goofy, full-teeth Wander smile. Too wide. Too much.
You don’t notice. You just thank him, and say something funny about your near-death experience. You laugh.
And it hurts. It physically hurts.
He excuses himself. Just for a minute. You offer to come with him.
“Nope! Nope-nope-nope! I’m good! I’m—ooh, look! A distraction—!”
He vanishes behind a boulder. Sits down. Stares into space. And then does what Wander always does when the world gets confusing…
He takes his banjo and sing. It’s soft. Just a hum at first. Then lyrics he doesn’t know where they came from.
He presses a hand to his chest.
It’s too much. It’s too big. This feeling doesn’t bounce off like all the others. It’s not funny. It’s terrifying.
Firstly, he keeps smiling. Do the same as he usually do. Now it’s just… a little more and often
He brings you weird but thoughtful gifts. A lava-proof gloves. A spoon carved from moon-bone. A sock puppet of your face
He tells jokes just a little faster. Hugs just a little tighter. But when you laugh at something he says, or take his hand without thinking, he looks away, and sings under his breath
Wander normally rambles, right? But now it’s bad.
“Wander, can you hand me the toolkit?”
“Toolkit?! Oh, yep-yep sure, the one with the tools. The tools in the box. For fixing. I—yeah—I use those all the time haha! Not that I’m saying you break stuff! I mean you don’t break—YOU’RE PERFECT—uh—WHAT I MEANT WAS—”
…Sylvia drags him away mid-sentence.
Also, he sings about it. Constantly. But in secret… He tries not to. But the feelings are too big
He hums love songs to himself while he’s on the scullship. He sings lullabies under his breath while you sleep.
He writes lyrics in the dirt when you’re not looking. And if Sylvia ever finds the lyrics titled “Your Eyes Are Like Burning Stardust” he will literally implode.
His hat is what keeps him feel safe and grounded. But when he’s with you? Nah, he doesn’t really needs it in that case.
So yeah, he gives you his hat. And just trust me, it’s means a lot. One day, without thinking, he tosses it to you to shield your eyes from the sun. Then immediately gasps.
“OH—uh—you can give it back—unless you wanna keep it—but only if it’s not weird for you—”
You smile and keep it on. He doesn’t stop smiling for the next 11 hours.
He tries so hard not to touch you. Then accidentally does. And panics. A hand on your shoulder. A brush of fingers. You lean against him in your sleep once and he ascends spiritually. He goes stiff like a board and whispers “Please. Don’t. Move. Or I’ll burst into sparkles.”
He starts acting braver around you. But in dumb ways. He wants to impress you, but he’s so bad at it, and it’s adorable.
“Wander, do NOT touch that glowing slime.”
“What? It’s fine! Look, I’ll just—AAAAAAAHHHH IT’S IN MY BOOTS—”
Wander will never stop loving you. He just doesn’t know if it’s safe to let you know. Because Wander doesn’t want to change what you have.
Wander lives to make people happy. He lives to keep people safe. But now, with this love swelling inside him like a cosmic balloon ready to burst, he’s afraid that loving you might hurt you. And he’s terrified of hurting others
If he ever thought his feelings might overwhelm someone, burden them, make them uncomfortable… he would 100% keep them to himself.
So yeah, basically, he won’t confess. Because what if it changes everything? He thinks about telling you a thousand times tho. Every time you laugh, or nudge him, or say you’re glad he’s around—he almost does. But then he backs down. Because what if you stop being you around him? Or maybe he’ll hurt you with his words, or make you uncomfortable, or make you feel weird, or…
Anyway. Instead, he just quietly loves you. From one step behind. With stars in his eyes and a song in his chest.
It starts like any other day.
Fighting off some bounty hunters, racing through explosions, dodging space snakes.
You’re right beside her, boots on fire, laughing like a lunatic while you fling yourself from rooftop to rooftop, from a tree to a hill, from a hill to the ground—
And she’s yelling at you the whole time
“Would you slow down for FIVE SECONDS—?!”
But you don’t. And she follows. Because she always does.
There’s a moment—you trip mid-jump. Mid-air. Just a second too soon. She sees it. Sees your falling. No landing in sight. Her stomach drops. For one horrible second, she thinks that’s it. She just too far, she cant make it—
Sylvia moved before she could end the thought. She lunges. Grabs your wrist. Spins. Takes the fall with you.
You both land hard, sand in your teeth, adrenaline in your ears.
The world goes quiet. She can’t hear anything in the background. Can’t feel the ground shaking. Just the blood pounding in her ears. Her breath locked in her chest.
Your head pops out. Grinning like an idiot. Dusting yourself off like nothing happened. “Wow…” you call.
She storms over. Doesn’t even think. Grabs your collar and yells:
“Are you actually crazy?!! No, seriously, you absolute IDIOT!!! YOU COULD DIE!! WHAT IF I—”
You said her name so casually. And then, for her endless surprise, you start laughing. Not a giggle. A full, loud laugh.
That’s when she stares. Mouth open. Dust clinging to her scales. Heart thudding, still processing the moment
You’re filthy. Bruised. Absolutely insane. And you look up at her like you just had the best day ever.
“Did you see that jump?! We almost DIED!”
She doesn’t interrupt you. And as you start to slow down, start to apologize, she pulls you into a hug so tight it knocks the wind out of you. Hard, full body, not that one of those Sylvia’s slap-back hugs. No quips, no play fighting. That one she never gives to you. Just raw, shaking, silent relief.
And as you laugh softly and rest your chin on her shoulder—
How empty the galaxy would feel without you bouncing beside her.
‘Oh crap…I’m in love with them, am I?’
Her realisation is not some slow and poetic. It’s a gut-punch.
She’s tough, yes. She’s blunt, protective. Sometimes rude. Sometimes sharp. But she feels everything—she just doesn’t wear it the way Wander does. Sylvia is loyal, deeply emotional under her grit, and incredibly panics when someone she loves is in danger.
Just think about how she reacts when Wander is threatened. She drops everything. She growls, she charges and fights like hell.
So of course when it’s someone she loves, and she thinks she’s lost them? She’s going to freeze. She’s going to panic. Not flowery—it’s adrenaline. It’s shock. It’s the moment right before a fighter breaks. And Sylvia’s a seasoned warrior. She’s used to chaos. If that chaos suddenly feels hollow without you? That’s exactly when she knows: ‘This isn’t just anyone. I need them.’
Sylvia’s the one who’ll grab your arm and pull you out of danger. But the second she can’t? She thinks she lost the one person she’d never admit means everything. And when you survive, when you smile like it’s nothing?
She loses it. Emotionally.
She pulls back first. Clears her throat. Punches your arm way too hard.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
She stomps ahead, muttering to herself. Wander catches up beside her, eyes wide.
“Fine. Now cmon, we gotta go…”
At first avoids talking about it. At all costs. Sylvia handles danger, disasters, and idiot space warlords like a champ… But feelings? Nope. That’s where she draws the line. At least for one so tense and burning like this.
Every time you try to bring up the hug, she’ll immediately deflect:
“What hug? Ah, hug! Well, what with it? Nothing’s wrong. I was just checking if you had a pulse. Not my fault you’re so soft and cuddly—”
Her protective streak gets… worse. And louder. She starts tailing you a little too closely during fights. If a blaster gets pointed in your direction, it’s already smashed in pieces before you even notice.
If you get even slightly injured, she storms over like: “Okay, who touched them? WHO? Show me where it hurts...Oh I swear I’ll punch atoms out of them…”
Her version of flirting is punching your shoulder a little too hard and saying “You’re alright, you know that?”
Starts inviting you to do “dangerous stuff” with her.
“Wanna see who can jump this lava crevice faster?”
(She just wants to spend time with you)
I think that she might insult you affectionately. That’s her love language now.
She starts pulling the “casual” hangs.
“Oh look, this planet’s got two suns and a weird mushroom festival. Wanna check it out? Not a date. Just bored.”
“Hey, you wanna go for a drink? I mean, not like that just—you know—hydration’s important.”
She will never call it a date…Even if she combs her mane and adjust her saddle specifically for you first.
And I just feel she’s TERRIFIED you’ll figure it out. Because if you do? That means she has to admit it. Out loud. With words. And she has no idea what she’ll do then.
