Hi life is kind of kicking my butt so could you write some prom fluff please? it doesnt need to be long or anything and I’m leaving the specifics to you! Thank you <3

thechocoboos:

angelic-guardienne:

I’m so sorry for getting to this so late, I hope it still helps in whatever you may be enduring. I wish you the best, anon. Here for you, some painfully domestic Prompto fluff! ❤

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• It’s not even winter yet, but it’s just really, really freaking cold in the house
• Prompto wants to do more than snuggle (which is surprising) and your sweet tooth is kind of active, so you both venture into the kitchen
• You pull up a recipeh that Ignis recommended to you once, a recipeh for chocolate chip cookies. Prompto’s quite literally bouncing in place as you inventory the kitchen to make sure you guys have everything
• You don’t.
• After a quick run to the grocery store, you guys can get to baking. 
• Prompto measures everything out and pours it in for you to stir it. (You’re doing it by hand since the mixer is broken) Halfway through, when the cookie dough is really starting to thicken up, you let Prompto take over.
• After he finishes mixing it, you two start making the little dough balls that will eventually become cookies. You double-triple-check to make sure the oven is preheated, since you two forgot last time (it was)
• You have to smack Prompto’s hand with a wooden spoon because he keeps eating the dough, which both reduces the number of cookies in the final product and may get him sick. He pouts at you, and you stop. You’re weak to the pout and probably always will be
• You slide the first batch into the oven (and then glare at prompto when you see him trying to eat more cookie dough) and put the cookie dough in the fridge so it’s ready for batch number two. 
• In between batches, Prompto flicks on the radio (which is already playing Christmas tunes even though it’s still November) and sings to you, pulling you close to dance you around the kitchen
• He loves the way his goofiness makes you smile and your laugh is a sweeter symphony that even the best Christmas song couldn’t hold a candle to. He doesn’t have his camera on hand, but even if he did, he doesn’t need the film to immortalize this memory
• Prompto suggests hot chocolate, and he loves the way your eyes light up when he pulls out your favorite topping.
• While you’re preparing the hot chocolate, he holds you from behind, swaying in place and humming your favorite Christmas tune in your ear (for me personally, it’s Let It Snow)
• You do up the hot chocolate just the way you like it, and it looks so photogenic that Prompto yearns to run off and grab his camera, but he doesn’t want to leave your side. We all know what he chooses in the end
• You bring the two mugs over to the couch and Prompto gets the biggest, warmest blanket he can find and wraps it around the both of you. Now completely swaddled, you turn the TV on, but you keep the volume low as you and Prompto just talk and sip your hot chocolate together
• He burns his tongue, sweet bab
• By the time the first batch of cookies is done, the entire house smells like home-baked goods, which Prompto literally could not be happier about
• You pull it out of the oven (Prompto says he’ll get the next batch, but he is so, so scared of burning himself) and set the cookies on a cooling rack. You load up the next batch and set your timer. 
• You have to swat Prompto’s hand again when he reaches for a cookie. He’s already gotten burned once, you don’t need him burned again. He concedes this time, returning to the couch to cuddle and wait for the pastries to cool
• They’re still a little warm by the time the second batch comes out, so you grab a few for you and him to share while he gets the current batch from the oven. He doesn’t burn himself, and he’s so relieved as he moves the fresh cookies onto the cooling rack.
• You beckon him back to the couch, and he practically leaps back into your arms. You laugh and hand him a cookie, which he taps against yours with a bright little, “cheers!”
• He’s literally only one bite into it, but it tastes so amazing that he has to tell you about it right now
• He cups your face with one hand and holds the cookie in the other, and he presses cute little kisses all over your face. It makes you giggle, and smile and look absolutely radiant, so of course he keeps doing it until you can barely breathe from laughing so hard
• “You are so amazing at baking.” He compliments you, taking another bite of his cookie.
• “We are so amazing at baking,” you correct him, taking a bite of your own cookie and grinning at him. His heart melts like the chocolate chips in the cookie
• You’ll definitely have to remember to ask Ignis for more recipehs in the future. 

HHHHHH LETS TALK QVOUT THIS

leT’S TALK ABOUT HOW CUTE AND HOW ADORABLE AND HOW CHRISTMASY THIS IS

courtney ya outdid yourself thx

LET’S TALK ABOUT PRECIOUS PROM CAREFULLY SLIDING THOSE COOKIES OUT, HIS TONGUE STICKING OUT JUST A BIT IN CONCENTRATION WHILE YOU STAND BEHIND HIM, AMUSED AND IN LOVE WITH LITTLE SPARKLES IN YOUR EYES HHHHH

Let’s talk about the flour fights you guys have, and how you both collapse in giggles after covering each other in flour

let’s talk about the cute smiley face and heart prom draws in the flour on your face

let’s talk about the beautiful, heart warmingly soft smile that rests on his face when you say the “We” at the end

let’s talk about soft hands and lingering touches on each other’s sides and shoulders as you both dance around each other as you bake

let’s talk about the wide eyes and light blushes of embarassment and the cute smiles that follow when one of you drops a cookie or some dough

let’s talk about the warmth you both feel, from the oven and from your love

let’s talk about how you two share cookies, taking a bite from one and holding it out for the other (and how prom blushes every time, despite the fact that you guys have done way more intimate things before)

let’s talk about your flushed faces from the warm kitchen and how no matter how overheated you guys are, you can’t help but cuddle and hold each other

and lets talk about how in those moments, neither of you know if the red face is from the warmth or your soft love

prom falls in love with you even more that day, from your flour dusted hair to your bright red cheeks and fingers sticky with dough

you fall in love with him even more, too

that evening, you both lean against each other, warm, cozy, and bellies full. prom hums christmas songs every now and then, his chest vibrating under your head

it lulls you to sleep, and soon he follows. you both sleep well, warm and cozy in each others arms, cookie crumbs still resting on your lips

❤

(also, this is like, my 100th post i think and i meant for it to be a giant new piece but yaknow this is much better, anywho look out for some big hc at the end of next week!)