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ethicallychallengedfishie · 26 days ago

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🫧Selfie despair~~

Synopsis; Rafayel is a bit of a drama queen, you weren't surprised by that. However you didn't think he'd react so strongly to you screenshotting his recent snapchat.

Word count; 1.4k

Pairing; Rafayel x GN! reader

CW; A mix of HC's and actual writing, Gn pronouns, fluff, rafs nicknames instead of y/n, domestic fluff, established relationship, whiny/bratty (OOC) raf, still getting use to writing sorry~~

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

Rafayel was a selfie type of person.

It truly could be considered the only kind of picture he took. If not for the dozens of beautiful scenery photos sent once in a blue moon, you’d probably have nothing but a wall of selfies in your phone's gallery.

In the beginning of your relationship, most if not all of the pictures taken were staged. He took pride in his appearance, he was a lemurian after all, and therefore made it his mission that every picture taken of him shown to you was perfect in their execution.

It was almost impossible to catch the man at a bad angle, though that may be you being biased.

Even the supposedly “candid” pictures he took of himself were carefully orchestrated to give off the exact image he desired to convey. Nothing was ever too messy, his hair never truly messy, the angles themselves being praiseworthy as they made him look almost angelic. Again, that might just be you being biased.

It had taken a while for his perfectionism to settle down, the perfect selfies slowly transforming into genuine pictures taken in the moment with less anxious shuffling around of his appearance, even sending you some silly pictures if he was in a particularly silly mood. Though the element of ethereal beauty never truly faded.

It was no surprise when either of you saw the little icon at the bottom of the picture showing that the other had screenshotted. Both of you were very open about your private albums on each of your respective phones that held all the pictures that had especially made you swoon for one another. It was fun.

However one day he had mindlessly decided to send you a picture he had taken to purposefully make himself look “ugly”. The picture was from below, head angled in a way that made it look like he had double chins, eyes looking a bit wonky as he looked down at the camera with a caption you honestly didn’t even pay attention to.

As if sensing his impending regret, you spammed the screenshot feature on your phone, getting around 15 pictures altogether before the picture had mysteriously disappeared from the chat.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂ🫧ㅤ⭒𓇼 ⭒ㅤ𓈒🫧ㅤׂ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ🫧𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂ🫧𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ

You and Rafayel had decided to just have a day at his estate, it was raining outside and gave the perfect calm atmosphere, slowly lulling you to sleep in your spot on the couch after a long day. You both had just been settling up on the couch after a long day with the intent of cuddling in front of the fireplace before he had realized that he’d left his phone upstairs. Quickly apologizing and promising he’d be back in a hot second you just kind of laid down and rested your eyes, it was around evening at this point and the room had grown dark with only the fireplace, (that Rafayel had ever so kindly started with his evol), giving off a soft warm light as you pulled the blanket he’d brought down earlier around your frame.

Your eyes blinked open a smidge as the harsh light of your phone lit up in front of your face, noticing the notification coming from Rafayel. Opening your phone and clicking open the app, your jaw quickly drops at the picture the man had sent. It was unlike anything he’d sent before, none of the perfect posturing or lighting. The picture itself was from a lower angle looking up, he had angled his neck in a way that gave him double chins, and the flash of his phone was not at all photogenic on his skin. The caption read a simple “found it” but you barely paid attention as you spammed the screenshot function of your phone, knowing that after seeing the “read” icon beside it that he’d immediately delete it. You couldn’t hold back your laugh as you heard his shocked cry from upstairs. Thinking nothing of it, you were quick to turn off your phone and once again go about resting your eyes, knowing that the man keeping you waiting would be down any second.

You however, shot up from your spot on the couch as you heard someone thundering down the stairs, a shocked laugh caught in your throat as you looked over your shoulder towards the entrance of the living room only to see Rafayel sliding in. His eyes immediately locked onto your position. There was a small second of silence as you both just stared at each other, frozen. Both in shock. But then you saw the tell-tale twitch of Rafayel's eyebrow, and prepared yourself as he dashed into the room. You had barely a second to react before he practically slammed himself on top of you, causing you to fall over on your side with a huff of air. Now having an added 200 pounds of lean lemurian now crushing your stomach.

“Delete it!” His voice reaching a new octave you swear you’d never heard leave his mouth. You could only laugh in disbelief as his eyes continued to glower at you, his hands now on your shoulders.

“Get off, your heavy–” “Not as heavy as your sins! Delete it!” “What are you even talking about?!” “Don’t try to act innocent now, you traitor! Give me your phone–” “No–”

You were quick to yank your hand up, trying to keep your phone out of his reach. However, being the 6’0 baby that Rafayel is, he simply leaned over you, effectively crushing you even more than before in the process causing you to let out a groan. He let out a sharp cackle as he stole the phone from your hand.

“Tell me your passcode~~” “I refuse!”

Not leaning back up he simply continues to lay on top of you, not a single care in the world as he shifts his chin in the nook of your neck, his arm wrapping around the other side of your head as he fiddles with your phone right above your head. ‘Being a real dick about this–’. You don’t actually care that much, but it's the principle of the matter, the damn man body tackled you.

“...Give me your hand~~?” “No!” “Don’t test me, cutie~! You only have so many fingers and I won’t stop until I find the one that opens your phone!” “I’ll just open it for you, you psycho?!” “I’m your boyfriend, why won’t you just trust me with the passcode huh?”

He lets out a frustrated huff every time his idea of your passcode gives him nothing but a fat ‘incorrect password’ in response. You shimmy a little so that you're able to see your screen, mouth dropping as you see he only has 2 chances left.

“Hey! Don’t lock me out of my phone dude–” “Then tell me your passcode!”

Feeling tired of being crushed and wanting to move on already, you simply sigh and look back up to the ceiling, knocking your head into his. You look away and tell him the code as you feel a blush rushing to your cheeks.

“Fine… it’s 0306…” “Thank you~~”

He doesn’t say anything, but the small giddy smile that slowly takes over his lips makes it obvious that he knows exactly what the passcode is as a reference too. It wasn't soon before you saw his jaw drop once again, and his gaze immediately snapped back up to yours with an exaggerated pout on his lips you can't help but groan and look away.

“You took 15 pictures?!” “Listen–”

His gaze shoots back down to your phone and you see him spam clicking the delete button

“Whatever, they’re all gone now! Every last one~~ and don’t even think of going through your deleted photos album cause I got rid of them there too” “This was such an over reaction to a picture that you sent!” “Yeah well…”

He finally makes his way off you and slumps over at the other end of the couch on his back, he looks over at the fireplace. Despite everything that just took place, you quickly crawl over and slump on top of him, shuffling the blanket so that it covers the both of you. The excitement of the last 10 minutes forced the tiredness from your bones, so you rest your head on his chest and look out the window that shows the downpour that hasn't stopped for the past few hours. You make a small hum as Rafayel starts softly rubbing your arm and back, it's a very nice moment.

“...Wanna make out?”

He makes a long dragged out sigh as he changes his look from the fireplace to the ceiling. He mutters something you don't care enough to decipher, before he looks back down towards you on his chest, a small smile making its way to his face.

“...Sure, why not–”

A/N; Hey so this is my first work for the fandom, tho I am working on something for Rafs New years card, so maybe look out for that if your interested~~. So please feel free to give me any feedback!!

Also, god I just love this fucking guy--

#lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #fluff #established relationship #love and deepspace #None of the other boys sorry </3

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