Rafe Cameron Imagines

Late-Night Laughs🤍

The clock had just struck midnight when you found yourself in the chateau's kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. You'd been at Rafe's place all evening, just hanging out and getting lost in conversation. But somehow, you'd ended up in the kitchen, standing with the door wide open, trying to decide if you were craving pizza or a midnight snack.

"Need some help?" came a voice behind you, and you turned to see Rafe leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with that signature smirk of his. He hadn't been gone long, but he had that look in his eyes—like he was planning something.

"I'm fine," you said, not taking your eyes off the fridge. "Just trying to figure out what's gonna satisfy my midnight cravings."

Rafe stepped into the kitchen, his presence filling the space with that usual energy. "You know," he said, strolling up beside you, "you're always overthinking the important things. Like snacks."

You shot him a playful glare. "Excuse me? Snacks are very important, Rafe."

He laughed, his voice a mix of amusement and affection. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. But why do it the boring way? Let me make you something that'll really hit the spot."

You raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly would that be?"

His grin widened. "Trust me. You're gonna love it."

Before you could protest, he had already reached for the flour and some other random ingredients, pulling them from various cabinets. "Wait, what are you—"

"Shh," Rafe interrupted with a wink. "You'll see."

A few minutes later, you were standing there, bewildered, as Rafe turned the kitchen into a flour-covered war zone. He'd decided that a late-night pizza party was the only solution, and now he was in the middle of attempting to make dough from scratch. The results were... not exactly professional.

You couldn't help but laugh as he flicked a handful of flour your way, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Oops. Accident," he said innocently, but his grin was anything but apologetic.

"Rafe!" you laughed, wiping flour off your face. "I knew this was a terrible idea!"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the chaos. "Terrible? Nah. It's gonna be awesome. You'll see."

You crossed your arms, watching him fumble with the dough as he tried to stretch it out. It was a disaster, but in the best way possible. Rafe was a force of nature, and even when he was making a mess, it was always kind of fun.

"Okay, okay," you said, stepping closer. "Let me help before we have pizza dough stuck to the walls."

Rafe smirked, stepping aside with a flourish. "I knew you'd come to my rescue."

You couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped as you took over the task. "You really are hopeless in the kitchen, aren't you?"

"Hey," he protested, "I can make a mean grilled cheese. That counts for something."

You raised an eyebrow at him as you finished stretching the dough. "Uh-huh. And what else can you make?"

His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Well, I'm good at making trouble, if that counts."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You seriously have no shame, do you?"

"None at all," he said with a wink, grabbing some cheese and pepperoni. "But you know you love it."

You looked over at him, an amused smile tugging at your lips. "I'll admit, you're a little more charming than you let on."

Rafe's grin softened, and he stepped closer, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. "Only for you, love."

The pizza was far from perfect, but it was yours. You both ended up in the living room, sprawled on the couch with slices of pizza in hand, laughing over the mess you'd made.

"So, what's next?" you asked, taking a bite of your not-so-masterpiece.

He leaned back, arms behind his head, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now, we relax and see what kind of trouble we can get into after dessert."

You raised an eyebrow. "Dessert?"

Rafe's grin widened. "Yep. I'll be right back."

Before you could ask what he was up to, he was out the door, only to return a few minutes later holding a tub of cookie dough ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises tonight?" you teased, laughing as he handed you the spoon.

"Always," Rafe replied, grinning ear to ear as he plopped down next to you. "You gotta keep life interesting."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling content. "That's what I love about you, Rafe."

He looked down at you, a soft smile on his face as he scooped out a spoonful of ice cream. "I know. You say that like it's a bad thing."

You smiled up at him, your heart full. "It's not. It's exactly what I need."

As you both settled into the quiet comfort of the night, with cookie dough ice cream in hand and the remnants of your pizza chaos surrounding you, you knew this was one of those moments you'd remember forever—because with Rafe, even the smallest, silliest nights were unforgettable.