Hi there! I just wanted to request a Prompto x Reader related scenario. I was thinking that maybe since Prompto had self esteem issues growing up due to his weight, maybe he isn't really experienced with the concept of love despite acting like he is. But when he meets his s/o and falls head over heels for them, he is finally able to experience this. He finally has his first kiss with them and it makes him so overwhelmingly happy. Maybe then he'll even open up about his past with them.
Yes okay sorry this took so long~ I hope this is along the lines of what you were hoping for dear and once again I thank you for your patience and for taking the time to contact me and clarify more as to what it is you were wanting. <333
Prompto had always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, although he never really had the courage or the skills to talk to those he found himself so head over heels for. So when he met and quickly fell for his s/o, and they /finally/ said they’d go out with him, he couldn’t’ contain the total overwhelming mix of excitement and gratefulness he felt. Even then, it was hard to believe that they had really chosen him, and they were /actually/ a couple now. As a result, Prompto would still be a little sheepish when it came to physical affection. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it, quite the opposite, it’s just that he doesn’t really know what to do with himself. He can’t stand how jittery and red he gets, always stumbling over his words and embarrassing himself. It felt safer just to keep his distance, lest he come on too strong like he always does.
However, this hasn’t stopped him from /trying/ to initiate a first kiss. One time, they were both huddled up on his couch playing video games. He’d asked them oh so slyly to lean over and hand him some of the chips sitting on their side. He was nervous and stuttering, mouth tightened in determination as he’d been planning out over the last few hours the perfect moment to make a move. He’d been fumbling and performing miserably in the game as a result, much to his s/o’s enjoyment. Just as they reached across the couch to hand him the bag he leaned in for a kiss, his s/o quickly turning their head at the last moment as they were still entirely invested in the game and hadn’t even noticed his advances. The failure had discouraged him for the rest of the night as he tried to come down from the adrenaline rush.
The second time he lowered his stakes, aiming for a quick peck on the corner of the mouth just as his s/o was turning to point at one of the chocobo chicks waddling by at Wiz’s ranch, causing him to miss and kiss the hair covering their ear instead. He covered his mouth in embarrassment, apologizing but his s/o just laughed lightly. At least now they got the idea.
They waited for the right moment to surprise him with a peck on the lips as they were both heading back inside the caravan after a long night of not being able to sleep when the rest of the group laid down for bed. As they bumped hips both trying to get to the back of the tightly packed caravan where the sleeping quarters were, Prompto halted to apologize while his s/o leaned in for the kiss. Prompto had been so shaken he yipped, gloved hand gripping onto the small counter, face burning. His s/o leaned back some, Prompto’s hand instantly gravitating to their bicep as he swallowed deeply in his immense lack to form words. His s/o would just smile, that is, until they saw the emotion that came over the freckled boy. His face twisted from shock to… sadness? And wait… were those tears? /Oh gods./ As his s/o rushed to comfort him, asking what was wrong, Prompto would merely shake his head, trying just as hard to reassure them that he was okay as he was gathering himself.
“No… Really.. It’s okay I’m just-… I just- I never…” He bit his lip as he admitted his defeat with words, needing more comfort and reassurance so that he could muster the courage to continue.
They’d hardly be able to believe their ears, however, once the boy started talking of having never been kissed before. They still might have to really press him to open up as to what else was weighing on him so hard, leading him outside away from earshot of the others while constantly assuring him that he was loved and wasn’t being judged. Once in the safety of the quiet outdoors he’d spill his past. His past of being this awkward outcast who was overweight and was never able to get along with anyone. A boy that came on too strongly and pushed so many people away, building a wall so that no one would see the vulnerability inside.
Although the confession was crushing, knowing everything of his insecurities, his struggle with opening up to others, his parents that were never there, his s/o still hugged him and held on tight, not stopping despite his questioning noises and nervous squirming. None of that mattered, they were just happy to be with him, and of course hearing that left him emotionally overwhelmed beyond his capacity handle things. He’d simply stare at them, considering the weight of their words before he’d begin to wipe at at steady, nonstop flow of tears, assuring them that they were ones of happiness.
He’d never felt so loved, all of his pain poured off his chest in front of the one that mattered most. He felt born again, thanking them for everything they’ve done even though a little kiss and their time was all they felt they’d really given. But to Prompto, it was the world.
The extra sunshine in his step the next day was enough to light up the entire caravan, leaving the others wondering just what had gotten into the already chipper young man. But of course deep down everyone knew, deciding to keep quiet and save the teasing for later. Prompto was sure head over heels this time.