here i go, cackles. Could you do a raph x cook(GN) reader? I feel like raph could eat so much seeing how big he is. As in, reader is aprils friend and got introduced tot he turtles and their rlly good at cooking. I love ships that are like (eats alot) and (cooks), lol

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You were a good cook. No, not good. You're amazing. Given the challenge, you could whip up a Gordon Ramsay quality dish without breaking a sweat, always looking elegant while you're at it. Plus, the kitchen never burned down cause it was practically your baby. Your skills were undeniably fantastical and second best to Mikey. Nay, you are better than Mikey. If there were a jester to your court, it would be the orang-loving turtle. 

That is what Raph thought of you ever since you made him his first creme brulee, and no, he would never admit to Mikey that your cooking was better than his. In short, Raph had been falling in love with you and your cooking. He thanked April on countless occasions for introducing the both of you.

It was just like any other boring, mission-free day. Leo at his usual shenanigans, Mikey off drawing, Donnie cooped away in his lab, and Splinter watching Scorpion Treadmill. You and Raph hogged the kitchen. It was secretly Raphael's wish for the two of you to be alone, and it came true. 

"Could you pass me the salt, sweety?" Raphael blushed at your nickname for him and passed you the salt shaker. You gave him a kind smile in return. Raph leaned against the counter while listening to you hum contently, feeling on cloud nine just being with you. In a minute or two, you turned the stove off and set the caramelized strawberry sauce into a separate bowl, and placed that bowl into an ice bath. You felt your big red friendly giant lean past your shoulder, his plastron slightly brushing against your skin. "I need to cool it down now. Otherwise, it might melt the dessert," you answered his unspoken question. 

"Ahh, Raph gets it now," his reply brought a giggle to your lips. When the mixture cooled, Raph handed you his bowl of soft-served sundae ice cream. Just holding the bowl made him smile because the ice cream you purchased was his favorite, and to his specific request, you added slices of frozen strawberries into the sweet serving. Silently you took Raph's hand in yours and together you poured the cool shiny red liquid onto the sundae. You swooned at how much larger and surprisingly gentle his hands were. They made you feel safe and comforted.

"Tada!" you made jazz hands as you watched Raphael stare at the beautiful creation with puppy eyes. You took the bowl of ice cream in one hand and placed your other in Raph's, then you dragged him to the kitchen island and got him settled in one of the chairs. Placing yourself in a seat opposite to his, you reached out for a teaspoon. Dipping it into the bowl, you took a generous amount of ice cream, sauce, and strawberry and held your hand out to feed Raph. 

The snapping turtle leaned in closer and sighed. "Wow, (y/n)! This is amazing," you blushed at his comment also beaming proudly. "Anything for you, big red. It would be a crime not to make my favorite foodie a red-themed dessert. You love strawberries and soft-served sundae so I thought, why not make the best of both worlds for my sweety." 

Raph grinned stupidly and looked away, "So, what else is in this? I taste something spicy? Well, it's not pepper spicy but familiar... Does that make sense?" 

You chuckled as you fed him another spoon of dessert, "This is called, Spiked Strawberry Sundae. Since neither of us are fans for liquor I swapped the margarita for ice cream soda and added a little lemon juice for some zing." Another two of Raph's favorites; ice cream soda, and lemon.

Raphael felt his world coming together. He absolutely adored how you picked up easily on his tastes. "Heh, you really are 'something', (y/n)."

You felt your cheeks burn. Truth is, you loved him too. It was no secret. Both of you had been painfully obvious about your feeling for each other. Still, you guys danced on your toes around each other. Food and cooking became your sole bridge of connection and that was something either of you wanted to change. Raph loved food and you became his personal chef. Everything you made you poured your heart and soul into, so you could tell Raph how much you appreciated him. It was your love language and Raphael acknowledged you every time. 

"You are 'something' too," you cooed back.

"A good 'something' ?"

"The best, 'something' ". 

Raph felt his heart soar. With a boost of confidence, he carried the bowl of ice cream and walked over to your side. Sitting down beside you, Raphael made the first move to bring your beating-around-the-bush love to reality. You felt the gentle giant place the softest kiss on your cheek. You froze out of shock. Staring wide-eyed at your  turtle, Raph chuckled and tucked your hair behind your ears, before sheepishly asking you, "Say, (y/n) if we are both 'somethings' to each other, then would you do me the best honor to go out on a date with me?"

This is it. This is it you thought. Raph smiled gently as your face turned all shades of red, like the strawberry sauce and his mask, "I would love for you to be my personal chef." A smile broke across your face as you hugged your turtle and gave his cheek a loving kiss. "I would love to be your personal chef, Raphael." Raph hugged you appreciatively.

The two of you remained in the confines of the warm kitchen and finished the Spiked Strawberry Sundae together. Content in each other's arms, both of you awaited the days to come because every time spent together was that of chef kisses.