Dating your rockstar boyfriend, Roscoe, comes with a lot of percs.

Such as interacting with the fandom culture of The Junkies, especially the fan-fiction. Oh you love the fan-fiction because it absolutely cracks you up.

I mean in every ao3 story, wattpad one-shot, and tumblr head cannon post, they tend to have him act as if he’s some strict brat taming dom daddy who is the boss of the relationship. But that couldn’t be the furthest from the truth.

And you understand why the fans think that way. It’s the way they market him, as the strong silent type. But truth is he’s got social anxiety and he’s shyer than pangolin. It’s just that he’s able to be stone faced most of the time, in stressful situations like meet and greets.

Roscoe would have a heart attack if he had to order his own food, from Popeyes, and he would have a fucking stroke if anybody who isn’t you tried to flirt with him. Hell he turns redder than a cherry tomato when you do flirt with him.

You’re basically his safe person, I mean you are his partner after all, he wants to be around you 25:8. He knows he can’t due to him being a rockstar and all that, but when he isn’t doing his rockstar things he’s attached to you at the hip.

Almost like right now, you two decided to go to the mall, and you’re currently browsing the hoodies with Roscoe right beside you. Unbeknownst to the both of you, some lady is ogling tf out of Roscoe from a distance.