Rafe Cameron Imagines//Oneshots

Chef 😇

Summary = Y/n is helping Rafe cook.

The afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the countertops.

You stood by the stove, a mix of excitement and amusement bubbling inside you as you watched Rafe fumble through the ingredients on the counter.

"Okay, so what's the first step again?" he asked, holding a pack of spaghetti as if it were a delicate artifact, brows knitted in concentration.

You chuckled, leaning against the counter. "First, we boil the water. You can't cook pasta in the package"

Rafe rolled his eyes, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. "I never said I was a master chef. Cooking is just... not my thing."

"Clearly," you teased, unable to hide your grin. "But that's why I'm here"

He huffed, a playful scowl on his face. "Yeah, well, I didn't exactly grow up in a kitchen. We had cooks more often than not."

"Fair enough," you replied, trying to ease the tension in his voice. "But you have to fend for yourself in the real world" you say mockingly

Rafe turned the tap on, filling a large pot with water, he rolls his eyes hiding his smile, though the look on his face suggested he was more focused on not screwing it up than actually enjoying the process. "I mean, who really needs to cook when there are so many good restaurants around?"

You couldn't help but laugh as you moved to grab a cutting board and a knife. "True, but cooking is kind of fun, plus you get to impress people with your skills." You glanced at him with a teasing smile. "And cook for your girlfriend-"

"Okay, okay! I get it!" he replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. "So, what's next?"

Once the pot was filled, you placed it on the stove and turned on the burner. "Now we wait for it to boil. While we do that, let's prep the sauce. Do you want to chop the garlic?"

Rafe stared at the garlic bulb like it was an alien object. "Chop garlic? Is that really necessary? Can't we just throw in some pre-made stuff?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Nuh uh, Just peel the outer layers, and I'll show you how to chop it."

He picked up the garlic, looking slightly skeptical. "You know, I can't be the only one who thinks this is a bit ridiculous. I mean, why can't it just come ready to use?"

"You sound so rich right now" you shot back playfully. "Besides, cooking is about the little things. It's the effort that makes it special."

"Fine, fine," he said, finally starting to peel the garlic. He struggled a bit, and you stepped closer to guide him. "See? Not so hard."

"Yeah, but it's kind of annoying," he muttered, his focus on the garlic.

You couldn't help but smile at his exasperation. "I dunno Just think of it like a mini workout."

"Sure, because that's exactly what I want to be doing right now—working out while cooking," he said, rolling his eyes but unable to hide a small smile.

"I wouldn't mind that" you flirt teasingly as you sit up in the counter and watch him.

As you added herbs, you glanced over at him again. "Surely you've cooked something before."

He paused, looking thoughtful. "Hmmm, I mean I baked, Sarah and I made cookies n shit but other than that nah"

"I love Sarah's cookies," you said, stirring the sauce as the aroma filled the kitchen. "Either way you'll be a pro cause I'm the best teacher of course"

He sighed smirking, stirring the pot of boiling pasta. "Is that right ?"

Rafe stops stirring and looks over at you for a moment, his eyes wandering over your face then down you waist.

"You won't lesrn anything if you don't pay attention," you reassured him, leaning against the counter with a smirk. "Just think of it as a team effort."

Rafe looked at you, a mix of determination and annoyance on his face. "I'm not trying to be a master chef here. Like you said gotta cook for ma girl."

"Yeah ya do and you know..." you say wrapping your arms around his waist as he stirs the pot "if it taste good then maybe I'll do soemhh the one nice for you to yeah"

Rafe knew exactly what you were talking about and you feel him tense a little underneath you before he dropped the wooden spoon and wraps his arms around you kissing you swiftly.

Soon enough the two do you were eating in the dining room, the meal ended up tasting pretty good and even better know Rafe cooked it.

Mostly by himself.

As you both continued to eat, the kitchen filled with easy conversation and laughter. In that moment, the earlier defensiveness faded, replaced by a newfound camaraderie. Cooking together wasn't just about the food; it was about sharing experiences and creating memories.

Rafe leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "So uhh, taste good?."

"It does..." You smirked at him, feeling grateful for the time spent together yet also feeling hot as you watch his arms move as he stretches them over his head. "Next time, I'll even let you pick the recipe."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. "Well if I did so well I think I gotta get a reward you know?."

You laughed, shaking your head."