𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞
ATTENTION OF ME | SOFT!RAFE CAMERON X READER | IMAGINE |
PAIRING: Soft!boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Reader
SYNOPSIS: You try to distract yourself while Rafe works out.
WORD COUNT → 523
WARNING(S): Rafe Working out, He calls you princess, kissing, teasing.
AUTHORS NOTE: based on this tiktok which I think is based on a scene from Twisted Games by Ana Huang.
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Y/N sat comfortably on the sun-drenched patio, a light breeze rustling the pages of her book as she watched Rafe Cameron workout in the backyard.
They had been dating for a few months now, and moments like these had become a cherished part of their routine.
Her eyes had always been on him, but today she brought a book, hoping to sneak in a few chapters while enjoying the view of her handsome, shirtless boyfriend.
Rafe, shirtless and glistening with sweat, was in the midst of a set of push-ups. His well-defined muscles rippled as he lowered and raised his body with precision.
He was used to Y/N's adoring gaze, her eyes tracing the contours of his body, but today, her attention seemed to be on the book in her hands.
But he notices something about the book and releases a low chuckle when realising what's wrong.
As he completed another push-up, Rafe decided to take a break. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and sauntered over to where Y/N was lounging in a deck chair.
"How's the book?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Y/N didn't look up from her book, her eyes scanning the pages. "Riveting," she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Rafe couldn't help but chuckle at her response.
He reached out, gently placing his hand on the book to move it out of her line of sight.
When she finally met his gaze, he gave her his infamous teasing smirk.
"Princess, the book is upside down," he teased, his blue eyes locking onto hers.
Y/N blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter. "Oops," she said, feigning embarrassment. "I guess I got a little distracted."
Rafe leaned in and captured her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. "It happens to the best of us," he said, grinning.
He set the book aside, clearly not interested in letting it steal her attention any longer.
"Now," he continued, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone, "make sure your attention is on me, okay?"
Y/N rolled her eyes, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I think I can manage that," she replied, her gaze locked firmly on Rafe's chiseled form as he returned to his push-ups.
As Rafe continued his workout, Y/N couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed with each movement.
She may have brought a book to the party, but Rafe Cameron had a way of making sure he was the main attraction. And as she watched him, she couldn't imagine a better way to spend her afternoon.
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Bored - Ana-Maria Crnogorčević x reader
A/N: I know I have been awol on the writing scene for a while and I definitely plan to complete part 2 of is it worth it? amongst other things so stick around for those. For now I have two completed ficlets (this one included, the other will follow later on today) and another that I’m hoping to finish and get posted so for now, enjoy…
You were bored. So bored that you were starting to feel sick because you were so wound up about not having found anything to occupy your mind.
Your girlfriend was no help either.
She’d spent the day recovering from her match the night before, sleeping in later than usual and tumbling out of bed around noon to make herself a coffee and a bagel, then having the audacity to cudde up on the sofa while you’d already been awake for hours.
You weren’t a footballer like Ana-Maria, you worked as a content creator and it was actually how you met but you didn’t have any content to make leaving with little to do but lie spreadeagled on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
“Schatz are you ok?”.
“No”
The forward laughs, “is that why you’re on the floor?” she cocks her head at you, “estoy aburrida” you reply, not taking your eyes off the chosen spot on the ceiling. “Have you even tried to do anything?” she asks and you move your gaze to hers, “if I had do you think I’d be lying on the floor with nothing to do?” you retort.
She smiles softly, retreating for a second before joining you on the rug, a thigh brushing up against your own and a hand reaching out to entwine your pinkie fingers.
“Ugh I just wish there was something!!” you sigh, rubbing your free hand over your face, coming to rest over your eyes, “it’s ok to be bored cariño, sometimes it’s the only thing you can do” Ana explains, “but I hate it!” you protest, turning your head towards the Swiss woman to find her already looking at you.
“Perhaps I can find you something? That you haven’t already thought of?” she suggests and your girlfriend starts listing every household chore she could think of, even the most obscure but you put her down with every new idea.
“Amor meu, how am I supposed to help you if you’ve already done them?” she asks.
“Now you understand!” you laugh.
Her head falls back, eyes returning to the ceiling but not even five seconds later Ana shoots back up again, turning to face you, the forward propping her head on her hand, “I can think of one thing you haven’t tried yet” she grins. You turn your body, mirroring her position, “oh yeah? And what’s that?” you ask, playing her game and not expecting what is about to come next.
Ana shuffles closer and you take the hint, moving so she can wrap her arms around you, letting you bury your face in the crook of her neck and slowly begin to relax with each soft beat of her heart.
“Cuddles with you are the best”.
“That may be true but lying on the floor definitely isn’t, let’s move cari”.
You peel yourself away and patiently wait for the forward to settle herself on the sofa, opening up her arms for you to sink into, getting comfortable on her chest and pressing an ear in just the right place to continue listening to her heartbeat. She starts tracing shapes on your back, pressing kisses into your temple and gently humming along to an unknown song, “how about you get some sleep?” she mutters.
You nod, slowly feeling yourself getting drowsier by the minute, “it’s ok amor, I got you. Te amo” she presses another kiss to your skin, “t’estimo” another kiss and finally “ich liebe dich”.
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"Romeo and Juliets romance is just so unrealistic! It's not what a romance is like in MY experience!"
Oh? Oh really? You, adult living in 2022, you never went to a fancy Venetian masquerade in the 1590s and met a mysterious stranger and then your first conversation spontaneously forms a perfect sonnet? That's not a totally relatable experience for you?
Is Macbeth unrealistic because of the witches? Is Midsummer unrealistic because of the love potion?
Like, there's no explicit magic in Romeo and Juliet, but it still exists in a heightened reality, and overlooking the role that language plays within the text itself kneecaps your analysis of the intent.
When we hear of Romeo, his dad and friends are discussing his recent sad mood- he's upset because the girl he likes has no interest in him. His friends try to distract him from it with a party, but dont really seem to...connect with or fully empathize with his sadness. When we first hear of Juliet, her father and Paris are planning her marriage (without her input.) They are both talked about but not really listened to. The way they are spoken about isolates them from others.
Then they meet, and with no knowledge of each other, not even their names, they click into perfect rhythm. They finish each other rhymes. They form perfect ABAB quatrains in conversation, their sentences form a rhyming *couplet* at the end.
You know the song Ana sings with Hans in Frozen? Love is an open door? We finish each others- Sandwiches? Yeah- it's riffing on this. The idea that you meet someone perfect and right away your souls can make poetry together. The immediate intimacy of being so in sync that your introduction is a love poem.
I don't know, yall. Romeo and Juliet isn't a gritty hyper-realistic Oscar nominated docu-drama. It teters on the edge of fairy tale and myth, it leans on its language to convey deeper emotional truths that a 5 act play doesn't have the time to develop as deeply as we, in our world of movie montages and long form TV, are more accustomed to. This isn't a slow burn, pining, enemies to friends to lovers. It's soul mates love at first sight, and when you accept that, the play can get on with the business of saying what it wants to say about hate and the cycle of violence and social rules and decorum and how grudges and blood fueds can destroy the magic in the world if we let it.
"It doesn't matter if they are really in love. They should be allowed to be stupid hormonal teenagers without dying" I see many people say, and while I think that sentiment is true, I DO think it matters that they are in love. I think it matters that their meeting sparks a sonnet, and that poetry is snuffed out by the violence around them.
I think it matters that what they had wasn't an arranged marriage or a "good match" made by approving friends- that it was spontaneous and instant and inexplicable, but that the world couldn't let that be because it defied all the rules. Because it wasn't set up by parents and wasn't politically convenient, because it wasn't part of a proper, prolonged courtship with chaperones and social approval- it was love and poetry that defied all of that and so it was snuffed out. That they are pushed to such extremes not just by the killings, but by Juliets impending engagement to Paris, they have to act now because their love doesnt fit into the proper pattern set out by society- I think that matters.
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