No one has accepted my requests before. So this is my first request on this app, so I wonder if I can get a 2012 Raphael x reader. The reader is sarcastic, fiery and strong like raph. She has something in common with raph. And I wouldn't say no to a sweet ending :3
Personality match headcanons
(Raph x Fiery!Fem!Reader)
The first time you and Raph met, it was tense. Two spitfires in one room? Mikey swore he saw sparks fly
You two are always pushing each other’s buttons. Sarcasm is Raph’s second language. It’s your first.
Also Raph notices immediately that you’re not like April. You’re not the “girl in distress” type. You’re throwing punches, growling threats, and cursing the enemy under your breath. Yes, you are human, but you’re not weak, and its catch his eyes
You’re holding your own. Maybe using weapon, some martial art skills, or just sheer fists and fury. Raphael sees you slam a Foot ninja into a wall and goes “Huh. Not bad.”
…Then you round on him and snap “You gonna help or stand there like a big, green wall decoration?”
From that moment? There’re tension. Constant. Electricity. Borderline hostile flirting.
You and Raph have something in common: anger that comes too fast and runs too deep.
You both barked at each other mid mission, insulted each other’s combat form, and somehow still ended up fighting side by side
Training sessions turn into competition. “Sparring” turns into “almost murdering each other with staffs and fists”
Master Splinter pairs you with Raph during sparring one day. It backfires. Sort of. You and Raph spar like it’s the last championship match of your lives. Bruises, sweat, smirks. Then…
One night, after a particularly aggressive training session, you both collapse on the mat, panting. He nudges you and mutters:
You lie there in silence. And that becomes the new rhythm. Maybe even a habit. Fight, teasing, rest beside each other without needing to talk
You matched his energy so naturally it unnerved him. Not many people could keep up with his tempo, especially in a fight. But there you were, flipping a Kraang over your shoulder and yelling “Try to keep up, Hothead!”
He muttered something snide in return, but he was watching you differently after that. That little smirk you wore? The one that said you meant every sarcastic jab but still had his back? Yeah, that messed him up a little.
Your banter became constant:
“Great aim, Raph. Were you trying to knock out the streetlight or was that just a bonus?”
“Oh yeah? At least I don’t trip over my own mouth like a clumsy smartass.”
…But somewhere along the way it became flirting. Neither of you would admit it.
You both had tempers. Deep emotions that boiled over fast. And that’s where the real bond began. You weren’t scared of his anger, you understood it. Your own wasn’t so different.
You saw through his scowl. Heard what he meant when he growled. Felt the way he softened whenever one of his brothers got hurt. That protective streak? You had it too.
Raph found himself coming to you when things got too loud. Why? Well, because you didn’t try to fix him or didn’t shush him like other did. You just let him be mad, then quietly passed him a cold bottle of water and said something like “Done pacing yet, big guy?”
This feeling of understanding is mutual. The first real vulnerability happens when you snap at the wrong person one day. Maybe Mikey, maybe Casey. Something triggered you and you explode. Raph doesn’t judge you. He doesn’t lecture. He finds you cooling off on a rooftop and says
“Y’know… when I get like that, I usually wanna be alone. But I don’t actually want to be alone.”
You nod. Don’t look at him. He sits beside you anyway. The silence between you isn’t awkward. It’s heavy, maybe. A little raw. But not uncomfortable.
Raph doesn’t fill it with forced apologies. He just lets you breathe. Like you do for him. You don’t say sorry either. You just sit there, wind tugging your closes, and eventually say
“I didn’t mean to go off like that.”
Raph shrugs. “Yeah, well. I get it.”
A pause. Then, suddenly, he says “…They always expect you to be the bigger person. Stay calm. Be rational. But when it’s you getting torn apart inside, suddenly you’re the problem.”
You glance at him. He’s staring out over the edge of the roof. Jaw tight, eyes darker than usual.
“You’re not the problem” he says. And he means it. You blink. That catches you off guard. No one’s said that to you before… not without a catch.
The moment he realised he liked you? It’s in the stillness, not in the chaos. Not when you’re fighting or yelling or teasing him, but somewhere at the lair, at the night, when the whole team is together. His brothers with April and Casey… and you. When you both were calm, and now as tv lights are on your face, eating some pizza, some comics are on the floor, and for the first time in forever… you’re quiet. Tired. Real. You were so casual. Just sitting there, and yet you still made him look at you. Even when you’re silent.
After that, the tension lowers. Fewer insults, more teasing. Less anger, more protective moments
Raph carries you out of a collapsing building once and doesn’t let go for like five minutes.
“Hey, you’re okay, right? You sure you’re fine?”
After his realisation and all this events, you’ll notice changes. Like him giving you the last slice of pizza but growling “Don’t get used to it.” Or maybe punching a Kraang harder because it scratched your cheek
One night, after a particularly rough mission, you patch him up in the lair. He’s quiet. Still.
“You didn’t have to do that back there” he finally says “Take that hit for me.”
You shrug “What, you think I’d let you take it? Please. I’d never hear the end of it.”
You both sit in silence for a beat. Then he mutters. Very, very low —
“You’re not just some teammate, you know…”
One night, after a patrol, you two sneak away from the others.
The city hums below, but it’s quiet up here. The rooftop quiet. You and Raph sit on the edge, backs to a rusted water tower, watching stars blink between clouds.
No teasing tonight, no banter. Just the soft hush of wind and the warmth of his arm near yours.
He shifts, leans against the water tower, arms crossed, watching you like you’re the only thing that makes sense anymore. You scoot a little closer. Shoulder to shoulder. He clears his throat.
“I don’t do… feelings. Not good at ‘em.”
You smile gently. No smirk this time “You’re doing fine.”
He bumps your shoulder, more as a habit, but it’s soft “You’re a pain, y’know that?”
You bump back “You’re worse.”
A beat passes. Then, quieter:
“…Yeah. But I like you anyway.”
“Good” you murmur. “Cause I like you too.”
And he leans in. Fast, certain, and kisses you. Just once. It’s firm, honest and real.
You grin against his lips as he pulls back, your classic cocky smirk returning like it never left. He groans.
You shrug, smug “Told you I’d win eventually.”
He covers his face with hand “Ughhh. I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?”
And from the look on his face…He doesn’t mind one bit.
A/n: I couldn't come up with a normal ending, in general this request turned out to be so chaotic. Usually I try to keep at least a small storyline, like keeping things/events to be in order, but here I just wrote everything that came to mind. Also why bonus? Well, it was too big to put it to into headcanons, and also I kinda didn’t like how I wrote it (felt a bit off for Raph’s personality) but also not to put it here felt unfair. so yeah, it’s you to decide to imagine that scene or not
