My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
hey can i request a lads men x reader with an acne breakout?
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The second you send the message, you'll get a call from your boyfriend. "What do you mean, you're not going?" you can practically hear his dramatic pout through the line. "You can't let me hanging, cutie! Thomas will drag me to every possible art connoisseur in that exhibition! You can't be that cruel!"
You roll your eyes about Rafayels complaints, knowing damn well he's exaggerating for the most part. "He's doing what you're paying him for, fishie." you lecture him in an attempt to shut him down.
But of course, it wouldn't be Rafayel if this would be of success. "You willingly feed me to the sharks? C'mon, cutie! I need my tough bodyguard to protect me from that awful fate!"
Of course, you're not cruel willingly, knowing how much he hates being in the spotlight. But of all possible days your hormones choose today to gift you with another outbreak of your cursed acne. And nothing in this world is going to get you in the spotlight with all those yellow and red pimples all over your face.
"I'm sorry, Rafayel. I just can't. Not today." you weakly whisper into the phone and deciding to be honest with him, you add "I woke up to an outbreak of my acne. And I'll be dammed if some paparazzi shoots a photo with us in this state." You are close to tears now "I can practically see those headlines "The great artist Rafayel has a weakness for ugly ducklings."
You try not to cry but it's hard. The Lemurian always looks flawless and ethereal. How could you be seen together with a face like this?
"That's the reason for standing me up?" comes his quiet reply after a few seconds. "Hold on, princess. I'm coming over." you don't have the chance to answer because he already ended the call.
Half an hour later Rafayel is at your place, looking at you softly with your face cupped in his hands "You don't have a reason to feel insecure , cutie. Why are you thinking so lowly of yourself?" as he looks at you, his sunset eyes full of tenderness and affection.
How do you respond to this? That all of your life you were bullied because of your difficult skin? But Rafayel doesn't need an answer as he continues "I'll get a pen and connect the dots on your face with lines. You're a walking talking art piece then." he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.
You slap him at his shoulder. "That's not funny, Rafayel!" you scold him.
"Alright, alright!" he lifts his hand in a defensive gesture. Now you're the one pouting at him. "What about I'll make your make-up then? Remember how you liked it the one time I made it in the opera?" he then suggests with beaming eyes "When you're so uncomfortable with your little pimples, we just cover them up, yeah?"
