i’m lime green jello rn… need some jealous shy!reader and rafe
rafe had said he invited some other friends. you thought it would be a quiet gathering, just topper and kelce like usual, playing their games and discussing whatever it was your boyfriend talked about with his friends over beers.
you didn't do so well with big crowds, something rafe knew already, but you were getting used to hanging out with the three of them together. you got along with them well, and they didn't seem to mind your quietness like you worried they would.
in the car ride over, rafe told you some other people might be coming. you had tensed up immediately. your first thought was wondering if you could handle being around new people, your second if you could make it through the night like you had originally wanted to.
you knew it was stupid, it always felt that way. and normally rafe was so understanding about your personality, so accommodating. you felt guilty even bringing it up tonight, not wanting to burden him with your issues. sucking it up, you went inside, thinking you could make it work.
you did for most of the night. after rafe left to try and sell like he always did, you talked with kelce and topper on the couch, eating pretzels while they went through beers, introducing yourself to one or two people who came to say hi to them.
you didn't do well away from rafe in situations like this. yes, it was fucked up, that you were so reliant on your boyfriend. you knew it and didn't care anymore, craning your neck to see where he'd gone off to.
"he's over there, princess," kelce comments, gesturing to the far corner of the room. the nickname made you feel clammy and embarrassed—it only felt right coming out of rafe's mouth. you turn to look, watching rafe talk with a pretty girl, leaning in close to say something, the girl smiling and laughing.
in that moment, everything went silent except the sound of your heart thumping in your ears. she was pretty, with an aura of self-assurance that you so profoundly lacked. she didn't seem painfully shy or skittish, she didn't seem like talking to a stranger made her face burn and shoulders shake. she talked to your boyfriend like she knew him, like they were close.
jealousy rakes over you, painting your features green with envy. first, that rafe was talking to this girl so closely, that he had forgotten about you on the couch with his friends. second, that this girl seemed like the epitome of everything you wanted to be—surefooted, confident, pretty enough that she knew it without someone having to remind her all the time.
"who's that?" you ask, though it comes out shaky.
"uh, i think that girl he used to date-" topper starts, but kelce kicks him in the shin. "ow, what the fuck?"
kelce shakes his head, motioning with his eyes to your figure, eyes fixated on your boyfriend and the girl.
"oh, um, the girl he used to hang with. yes, hang out with. that's right," topper corrects with a cough.
it all seems like background noise. you get up, leaving the boys on the couch and heading towards rafe without a second thought. when he sees you, he smiles, opening his arms to bring you in. you don't lean in though, like you always do.
"hey, kid. this is my friend sofia."
"hi," you say, smiling at the pretty girl. "nice to meet you." you turn to rafe, talking so quietly he has to lean in. he brings an arm around your back, bringing you a few feet away.
"hm?"
"can you take me home, please?"
"y'just got here. what's up?" you hesitate for a moment, faltering. then you glance back at rafe's friend, looking at the two of you, her gaze on rafe.
"i didn't come here to watch you talk to some other girl all night." rafe blinks, a little taken aback. in all the months he's known you, he doesn't think you've ever said something so sharp to him.
"excuse me?" he thinks you'll apologize like you always do.
"you heard me," you reply, crossing your arms. "can you take me home or should i walk?" even with your attitude, the question is asked politely, or so he thought. "if you're so busy with her, i'll walk."
rafe laughs, and your eyes get watery. it would be one thing if he understood your feelings once you said it, but he laughed. you turn away, when rafe grabs your arm and keeps you close to him, bringing you further away from the crowd of people.
"what, kid? you jealous, hm? is that what this is?" tears spill down your face before you can stop them, an angry retort bubbling up. it dies in your throat before you can get it out. "she is a friend, s'all. you got that?" rafe brings his knuckles to your temple, tapping softly.
"you didn't tell me about her, and topper said she's your ex girlfriend-"
"he's got a big fuckin' mouth. we went out once. one time. haven't seen her since."
"you invited her-"
"i invited two people, she came with them. now, you want me to leave with you?"
you feel another tear spilling down. you don't rafe to leave the fun for you. he brings his hand to your face, wiping it away.
"we can go right now. don't care. not here for her or anyone else, here for you. got that?" you nod, leaning into his touch. an apology lingers on your touch, but you refrain, still a little angry.
you grab rafe by the collar of his shirt, pulling it in towards you and into a kiss. you stay like that for minutes, not letting go while you make out, catching the attention of others around you. when you let go, his shirt is wrinkled and his lips are red.
"okay, let's go." he follows you out, laughing to himself.
"jealous. you're cute, kid."
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I think I've been defeated by a book club book. Not the one for this month, though that's gonna be one spicy discussion as at least two of the more opinionated members of the group didn't like it. No, this year we've had a few older books on our list and so I've been reading them ahead of time.
And I've had to toss this one back, at least for now. I might give it another shot later, but it's just... I know it's (most likely) a cultural thing, but I've never encountered such a thoroughly allosexual book.
Well, no, there was that one Catherine Coulter book that should probably have been titled Relentless Heterosexuality With a Side of Jewel Theft. But I think that side of something that wasn't (heterosexual) romantic/sexual relationships/attraction made that book, though far less well written than the book club book, more readable. At least for me.
I just...
Imagine reading a book in which every conversation and every thought is about how tasty lime jello is, how much the current narrator wants lime jello, how frustrated they are with their current lime jello, how angry they are that their lime jello chef left them--even though they no longer wanted that chef to make lime jello for them, how even the teenagers are all having lime jello. Absolutely everything is lime jello related. And, on top of that, you get the feeling that even though everyone wants lime jello, some of the narrators don't actually like the chefs who provide lime jello, or maybe even aren't as fond of lime jello as they think they are.
That's incredibly hard to read if you don't value lime jello and the having of lime jello as much as the narrators of the book do.
And, like, I'm not trying to make fun of the book. There is nothing wrong with the book! It's engagingly written, the characters are fine, it's just...entirely about having, wanting, or dealing with the fall out from romantic/sexual relationships.
I think part of what threw me is that the book is talked about like it's about friendship. Maybe I didn't give it enough time to get to that? I don't know. I'll probably give it another shot before it comes up on the book club list, but I think I might just be entirely too aro/ace for this book.
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