Chocobro Relationship Headcanons:
Meeting Prompto is low key the best thing that ever happened to you.
Even if it was kind of a mess.
It’s a blind date that does it. Your friends set the two of you up at a diner in the city, and he is such a bouncy, sputtering nerd from the very moment you introduce yourself.
He can barely look you in the eyes without the fear of just screaming compliments at you because what the hell how are you so pretty and how is he actually on a date with you right now where did Noct even find you?
And you aren’t much better.
The second you see him standing there with that crooked grin and those big, blue eyes your brain short circuits and cheesy, 80s love songs start playing on a loop.
You’re pretty sure that within the amount of time to takes for your order to get to the table, you drink double your weight in ice water.
Like, you’re so nervous that your hands are practically vibrating, and naturally water dribbles all over you at least twice. Which makes him choke on his tongue and throw an insane amount of napkins in your direction like it will help.
Poor boy can’t stop staring into his cup as if it’s giving him advice on how to not screw this date up.
He does not. Because despite the awkward start, the two of you somehow, someway power through it and agree wholeheartedly to a second date. And a third. And so on.
Eventually all of the nerves that comes with a new relationship leave you both, but for the better part of six months he still turns a pretty shade of pink any time you look at him. Prom just can’t get over it. You are really so, so beautiful and he can’t help it.
He does try to hide it, often turning his chin down to burn a hole into a spot on the ground as you grin at him and continue with whatever you are saying.
Admittedly, you are just a little evil about it.
Sometimes you stroke a single fingertip down the warm skin of his cheek as you speak, just to see it darken in color. It’s pretty fascinating.
You’ve started a game with yourself where you count how many ways you can get him to blush. You’re currently at 143 (and still counting).
One of your favorite ways to get him all flustered is by giving him kisses on the nose. It makes him giggle, high pitched and shaky as he turns strawberry pink all the way to the tips of his ears.
Being this close to him has many perks.
From this proximity you can memorize every single freckle, every pale lash that rests against the softness of his cheeks, and the curve of his lips beneath his scrunched up nose.
You commit to memory every tiny detail of him and catalogue it in your brain under the never ending list of things you love about him. And, then you’re making out with him because who can blame you.
You are absolutely obsessed with them, and you make it known like ten times a day.
It usually starts when you’re cuddling. Prompto will be sprawled out on the bed with you, nuzzled into the front of your shirt and voice muffled as you talk about your day and such.
You don’t know how it happens, but you always end up starting at his shoulders, counting out each little freckle one by one.
At this point, he knows you’re going to start before you do, and often times you can feel him shaking with laughter against your chest. It absolutely does not stop you when he teases you about it, and it never will.
Every ten or so are punctuated with a press of your lips to whatever part of him you can reach, and you don’t cease until one of you falls asleep or you lose count all together.
One day he shows up to Noctis’s place with a face full of tiny, drawn-in constellations. It didn’t take much convincing for him to agree to let you play connect the dots with one of your felt tipped eyeliner pens.
You were so cute, tongue sticking out as you concentrated on getting the lines straight and stopping each time you finished one to explain the meaning behind it.
He totally teared up when he had to wash it off before bed that night. Not that he’d ever admit to it.
Prompto is extremely supportive of anything you do, especially if it will make you happy. Sometimes to the extent of annoying his friends by going on about this awesome new thing you’re up to.
“Noct! Did you see this pic of what Y/N made for dinner last night?”
“You jealous that my girlfriend is a better cook than you, Iggy?”
“Prompto, it was just take out that I put on to a plate for you. You literally watched it happen.”
Remembers every anniversary and every important date, even makes up his own important dates and discreetly reminds you a couple days before hand bc he’s a good boy.
He is very thoughtful. The king of homemade gifts!!!! They are all so well made that at first you think he purchased them.
Your first anniversary was when he gave you a giant photo album full of pictures that he’d been taking in secret.
A lot of them were of you in various situations, of the places you’d been to together, or just of things that reminded him of you.
Every time you flipped to a page that had a selfie of him in it you screamed out loud about how handsome he is and how much you love seeing him.
He hid in the couch cushions, nervous laughing and smiling so hard that it made his cheeks ache.
This sweet little baby is so full of love for you that sometimes it physically hurts.
But like any other human being, Prom’s not always 100% sunshine and rainbows.
He’s too nice, too sweet, and too scared to ruin your mood so a lot of the time he just won’t tell you if something is wrong.
His feelings will eat away at him until it gets so bad that you have to pry it from him, wrapping every limb around his frame and not letting go until he tells you what’s up.
It’s something the two of you are working on, and it’s becoming easier and easier for both of you– easier for you to catch the tiny hints that something’s wrong, and easier for him to talk to you about it, too.
Prompto always wants to be connected to you in some way. His hands are always grabbing for yours, and if there’s ever a situation where hand holding is somehow not okay his pinkie is still sneaking over.
He just wants to know you’re real and that you’re still with him sometimes.
A ball of energy that is constantly bouncing around, fidgeting, or rocking you from side to side if you’re near him.
This is accompanied by him humming little songs under his breath, soft and sweet against the shell of your ear.
You aren’t sure if he notices, honestly.
Gets cold so easily in the winter months!!! You had to purchase him several giant hoodies for Christmas last year because every single time he went to touch you his hands felt like ice cubes.
Will unzip the hoodie and make you get into it with him before zipping it back up.
Because he’s kind of a demon who can get whatever he wants from you just by pouting and calling you your favorite pet name.
Nicknames make him melt into a pile of mush! The dumber they sound, the better they are to him.
One time you called him “Little Spork” after a particularly good cuddle session and he laughed so hard that he fell out of bed.
You’ll do anything if it makes him happy. Well, pretty much anything.
You still refuse to let him take those special pictures of you, no matter how precious those begging eyes of his are.
It’s only a matter of time before you give in though, and he knows it.
So yeah, this boy will be the end of you honestly, and you wouldn’t have it any other damn way.
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