Warnings: language, smut, mentions of depression, PTSD
(A/N: lmao the one where Bezza posts for the first time in like 13 years… Working on some stuff that will hopefully be posted soon!)
It takes a long time for him to trust himself to physically touch you
Even as his mental health improves, he’s still a little apprehensive about his metal arm
That arm is so cold and so harsh, it feels wrong to touch someone as soft and warm as you with it
And also, somewhere a little deeper, he’s afraid you’re disgusted by it
So when you first start dating, there are a lot of times he wants to reach out and hold you, but he doesn’t because he’s so terrified that you’ll feel the metal on your skin and flinch away from his touch
But then one day, you surprise him
You’re walking through the park, and unlike most days for some reason you’re on his left side
And he wants so badly wants to reach out and hold your hand like a normal fucking boyfriend
But he’s too scared, he can’t bring himself to do it
And then the two of you pause by the river to look out at it and you surprise him by reaching out and lacing your fingers with his own
You seem completely unbothered by the feeling of the metal between your fingers and then you surprise him again
You bring his hand up to your lips and kiss him knuckles, looking up at him through your lashes
And damn, if his heart doesn’t nearly beat right out of his chest
He happily holds your hand the rest of the day, and after that touching you with his metal arm feels a little easier
He forces himself to make noise when he walks around you so he doesn’t startle you
Bucky absolutely detests scaring you, even if it’s accidental or as a joke
Forehead kisses. So many forehead kisses.
One of his favorite things in the world is to gently cup the back of your neck, pull you close and duck down to kiss your forehead
Sometimes he’ll just stand there with you for a little while, lips pressed against your skin
He loves the way your eyes slip closed and you relax into him
And once he gets over his initial hesitation with holding you, all he wants to do is have you in his arms
He is also a huge fan of laying spread out on the bed with you on top of his chest
He likes it when you prop yourself up a little bit to play with his hair or trace the lines of his face
When you brush your fingertip over his lip, he’ll playfully bite your finger just to watch you giggle
Bucky can be fucking goofy sometimes and it’s so sweet
On morning where he doesn’t want you to get up, he’ll simply roll over on top of you
He’s a big ass man and a super soldier, you sure as hell aren’t going to be able to move him if he doesn’t wanna move
“Bucky, baby, you have to get up, I have to go.”
“I’m sorry, Bucky’s not here right now, call back later.”
“James Barnes, if you don’t get up right now–”
“I don’t know a James Barnes, do you?”
He has these like gentle outbursts where he just needs all of your attention
It can hit at any time and he never quite knows why
But you’ll be cooking, or reorganizing your bookshelves or working
And he’ll come over and kind of just hang all over you
He’ll wrap his arms around you and kiss all over your neck and shoulder and squeeze you close
“Aw, Buck. I’ll come love you for a very long time.”
He really likes to go to museums with you
He likes learning about the simpler developments over the course of history
Sometimes when you go you’ll tell him things you remember learning in history class
“I actually did my history fair project on this freshman year of high school, won some scholarship money for it. It’s funny how much I still remember.”
“Tell me all about it, professor.”
He gets a little uncomfortable when he sees pictures of himself in musuems
He gets a little distant and stiff, so you wrap your arms around his waist and lean up to press a kiss to his jaw and say, “I remember learning about you in middle school.”
His smile is a little tight when he says, “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm. There was a whole little section about you in my textbook. Whole class made fun of my when I said I thought you were cute.”
His cheeks turn a little pink and he smiles, leaning down to kiss you and tickles your side because the sound of you laughing always makes him feel better
He really loves books and movies
So once a month you’ll do a book exchange
And when you both finish your books he’ll take you to his favorite little cafe
And the two of you will talk for hours and hours about the books you read
And every couple of weeks or so you’ll have movie nights
You pick a favorite movie from childhood and he’ll pick a movie he’s heard about but never saw
And you’ll watch them on the couch with lots of wine and popcorn
Inevitably, you get wine drunk on these nights
And so he entertains you while you’re intoxicated, somehow never getting annoyed with you
“I bet you I could beat you in a fight, Buck.”
“I’m sure you could, slugger.”
“I’m serious, I’m so tough. I could one hundred percent take you.”
“And I’m being serious, I believe you. You’d kick my perky ass, baby girl.”
“Only cause you’d never actually hit me.”
“Never. Not for anyone or anything.”
“That’s okay. I don’t really wanna fight you anyway. I’d rather kiss you instead.”
“What do you know? That’s also my preference.”
Sex with Bucky takes a little bit of working up to
He has a lot of insecurities about it
It’s obviously been a while and he’s so terrified he won’t be able to satisfy you
And he’s still a little insecure about his body
He’s got a lot of scars, and the skin where the metal is grafted to his arms isn’t pretty
He just looks… violent in his mind
And just like with the metal arm, there’s something that seems so inherently wrong about putting anything that seems so violent near you
But then you see him shirtless for the first time and instead of seeming repulsed, you kissed every single one of his scars
You traced the skin at his left shoulder with fluttering fingers and kissed it until he practically melted
You have this magical way of melting away all of his insecurities and even though he doesn’t understand it, he adores you for it
Sex with him in the beginning is almost always slow, methodical
He takes his time with your body because you are the most precious thing in the world
And even if Bucky hasn’t had sex in a while, one thing he’s had ample practice in is reading body language
He’s almost more in tune with your body than you are, he knows exactly how and where to touch you to make you come undone
He loves to admire you, looking at your body and committing every detail to memory
The patterns of your freckles and moles, the shapes of your tan lines, the baby hairs at the name of your neck, the lines of your palms, the places your body dips and curves
He’s traced his fingers over every detail, kisses following in his hand’s wake as he whispers how much he loves you into your skin
Unless, you know, you ask him to pound you into the headboard. Then he’s totally down for that.
But not at first, and neven too rough. He knows he has to be careful because as much as he loves that his super strength allows him to pick you up and carry you anyway he likes, he also knows he can’t ever forget how much stronger he is than you
You are literally his whole world, and like… that’s just how it is
Bucky spent so long being a slave to an awful cause, but then he meets you and it’s like he can see the good in the world again
You see the bad parts of him and you don’t just try to ignore them, you face them and love them just like the rest of him
So of course he would do literally anything for you, you deserve that much
But what’s so beautiful about you is that you never ask him to do anything but be himself
And very few people have asked so little of him
So yeah, you are the absolute center of Bucky’s universe and he takes every opportunity to tell you
“Hey, Y/N?”
“What’s up, handsome?”
“You know you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, right?”
“Stop that. If I fall anymore in love with you, I’m not gonna have room for anything else.”
Yondu was a tits and ass man, especially when they were
curvy and grabbable as he put it. You discovered quite by accident that showing
your tits off somehow could get you pretty much anything you wanted out of him.
“Yondu?”
“Yeah Darlin’?” He turned to face you as you fingered the
jewel on the chain hanging from your neck, it had settled right in the valley
of your breasts drawing his eyes.
“Do you think this is too flashy?”
He didn’t. The Broker sold him the jewel right there and you
wore it every day.
One evening you reclined in your bed, completely naked with
the sheet pulled up over your shoulders while you watched him pace back and forth
in your room snarling at the holopad in his hands. He’d been surly all evening
and ignoring you. Pulling the sheet down to uncover one breast you called his
name.
“Yeah?” He snapped when he turned to look at you and the anger
drained out of his face as he watched your finger run lightly over the curve of
your breast.
He forgot whatever it was that had pissed him off for a few
hours after that while you had some of the most amazing sex of your relationship.
One mission you had stopped over on a planet which had a
fluffier version of dogs that never got bigger than ten pounds. He told you in
no uncertain terms that you could not bring one on board the Eclector. Unzipping
your leather vest to the point your breasts were almost spilling out you turned
to him with one of the fuzzy little creatures in hand.
He named the puppy Lucky.
You discovered, quite by accident as well, that he knew
exactly what you were doing. On one mission on a deserted planet to retrieve a
jewel you came across a large geode weighing probably thousands of pounds with
stunning multi-colored gemstones that flashed in the light. When you turned to
look at him he had one hand covering his eyes and he was pointing the other at
you.
“Don’t show me yer tits Darlin’. We can’t lug that thing on
board,” he told you.
Crossing your arms over your chest, underneath your breasts
so they were pushed up and out you stood there until he looked at you.
Tokoyami always had been conscious if his lack of control he could have on his quirk. When night came he had to keep a little light to be sure Dark Shadow wouldn’t overwhelmed him. He trained hard to stay in control but it wasn’t concluding yet.
And he had loose control. You were with him, sleeping peacefully when he lost control over Dark Shadow. Thanks to your quick reaction and your quirk you weren’t hurt badly, but you were still hurt. And it was something that was unbearable to Tokoyami. He had hurt the person he loved the most.
“Hey.” You called him softly through the door. “It wasn’t your fault.”
No answer. It had been two long hours since he had locked himself in the boy bathroom and you were almost decided to go wake Bakugou up and force him to explode this stupid door. But your instinct of preservation stopped you to wake up the boy in the middle of the night.
“I don’t deserve you. You should leave.”
You didn’t know if you wanted more to hit him for saying dumb things or if you wanted to cry.
“I’m dangerous.”
“Come on Edge lord, it’s just a bruise.”
You heard muffled noise, probably Tokoyami and Dark Shadow talking. You knew Dark Shadow would feel just as responsible as your boyfriend but you weren’t in the mood for long and deep conversation, you just wanted to go back to sleep.
“I’m not leaving you. I’m going to sleep in front of this door.” You menaced him. “In the cold.”
You didn’t need to tell more. In a second Tokoyami was out, ready to wrap you up in a blanket if he had had one with him.
“Let’s go back to bed for tonight.” You said softly, taking his hand. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, and I’ll explain to you why you deserve me and how amazing you are. Okay ?”
He nodded and followed you to his room.
“Don’t call me Edge lord, anymore.”
“Alright, Dark Prince.”
“Tss”
The morning after, a Sunday, you both decided to stay in bed and called sick for the morning training you always had with everyone. You didn’t want to support Denki and Kirishima and their enthusiasm so early in the morning. And you had a long conversation to have.
Eyes puffy and swollen, Prompto sniffled as they comforted him, stroking his tousled blonde locks as he laid in their lap. They were glad he wasn’t in hysterics, but they weren’t certain what to say either.
They were in shock, certainly, and were a little confused. But what could they do to make something like this better?
They lifted his tattooed wrist and brought it to their lips, pressing a soft kiss against the faded ink. It hurt to see Prompto in so much pain, but they brushed his bangs away and leaned down to kiss his forehead as well.
“I love you just as much,” they promised. “Thank you for telling me.”
There were a million questions, some of which Prompto probably didn’t have answers too, but there would be plenty of time for them later.
Raven jolts up right on her bed, sweat dripping down her
face. She can feel her heartbeat pulsating through her body, her shallow gasps
of air not enough to provide the much needed oxygen to her shivering body.
Her eyes remain open in terror as the memories of her
nightmare lingers through her mind.
It’s always the same, night after night. It’s always about
her father and his eventual rule over earth. The only thing that changes is his
strategy. You’d think she would get used to them by now, but that’s far from
the truth. She can do nothing but watch and shake in utter fear as she watches
the life drain from her friends. It’s especially terrifying for her to watch
the gut-wrenching death of-
“Raven?”
Raven flinches and her muscles tense at the quiet voice
sounding from the door. She looks towards her door to find you standing there,
head peeping into the room with the door barely ajar, shedding a strip of light
into the dark room.
“(Y/n)? Wh-What’re you doing here?” Raven asks, the fear
from her previous nightmare still evident in her voice.
“I heard you scream.
Nightmares again?” You ask, the concern clear in your tone.
Raven’s eyes widen slightly at justification. ‘Did she really scream?’ She adverts her
eyes away from you and brings her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly in
comfort.
“I’m fine. I’m okay.” She lies, ashamed of herself for being
caught in such a simple way.
You stare at her small vulnerable form only for a few
seconds before stepping into the room, leaving the door to be forgotten.
“Are you sure? You look pretty shaken up.” You slowly
advance towards the bed, situating yourself on the edge to not frighten her
even more.
“I-I’m okay.” Raven curses herself as her reply comes out
shaky. “I’m sorry I woke you.” She mumbles her apology into her knees, not
having the ability to look at you directly.
“I was awake anyway and I don’t think any of the others woke
up either.” You assure her whilst placing a hand on her shoulder.
Raven only tense further and looks farther away from you in
silent shame.
“Raven?” You call out, quietly adjusting your body in an
attempt to see her face. “Do you want to talk about it? You don’t have to.”
You cautiously reach out and tuck her hair away from her
face and behind her ear, allowing you to catch a glimpse of her face.
Within that glimpse, you see the small twinkle of a tear as
it slowly treks down her cheek.
You gasp and crawl your way in front of Raven, close enough
to reach her but not too close to close to cause her discomfort.
“Raven? What’s wrong?” You ask in a concerned voice.
Raven let’s out a stifled sob and instantaneously covers her
face with her hands. She hates the feeling of her tears slipping down her face
and hates the fact that you are right in front of her, watching her crumble.
So she does the only thing she can think of.
“It’s nothing. I-I’m fine.” Normally when she’s talking to
the others, her lies are better and stronger. But there’s something about you
that eludes her from lying, even when she attempts to, her voice gets shaky and
uncertain, leading her to fall apart even more.
You gently clasp her hands in your and slowly pull them away
from her face.
“Stop telling me
you’re okay. You’re clearly traumatised about something, and I want to help
you.”
The moment her eyes catch yours, she shatters and breaks out
into uncontrollable sobs.
You let her fall into your chest and wrap your arms protectively
around her, allowing her to break down in your comfort as you whisper small
assurances to her, slowly rocking back and forth in a gentle rhythm
You mindfully shift around the bed, slowly bringing the two
of you to lie down on the bed, continuing to caress Raven. You continue to
comfort her as you manage to grab the blankets, wriggling them out from under
you and bringing them up just below you shoulder where Raven snuggles into your
chest.
You then use your free hand to rub up and down her back,
noticing the way her muscles relax under your fingertips.
“Why are you doing this for me?” Raven asks, the evidence of
her previous breakdown still woven in her voice.
“Because I care about
you. You’ve been through a lot already; you don’t deserve to suffer through
this alone. I want to help you through this. I want you to feel like you can
come to me when you’re like this. I want you to feel safe.”
Raven finds it impossible to stop the small smile that
creeps up on her face. She nuzzles further into your chest, a small ‘thank you’
leaving her lips, before slowly succumbing to her exhaustion.
Your own smile brightens at her soft words. You tangle your
hand in her hair, combing through it as you submit to your own tiredness.
Regardless to say, the team made a note to remain quiet,
letting the two of you sleep in the comfort of each other.
anon requested: hi mik. i love james so much and you need to write more of him (insert gun emoji here) soooooo can we pweaaaaaaase get a james x reader but like,,,,,,,, bakery au if its okay uwu thanks mik wuv u
pairing: james griffin x reader (baker x florist au)
warnings: none
a/n: i’ll admit i was reluctant to write for james bc i sort of hate yet like him at the same time but he’s actually rlly fun to write for kshdfjsdhf and hes rlly pretty i hope u don’t mind i did hcs !!
you first meet when u forget your lunch and you have to buy it from the bakery james works at which is right next door
and you honestly weren’t expecting him to be this cute
and he wasn’t expecting you to walk in and be this cute
and u guys just maintain casual conversation I mean, you’re shop neighbours after all
so you just grab something and realize you’re like a a dollar or two off and u insist to pay the full amount and ask if u can just run next door
he just quirks and eyebrow
“didn’t take you as the stealing type” he teases
“not like i was gonna take it with me!” you laugh, leaving quickly and returning just as fast
but tbh u did steal something that day as james watched u leave with a small smile on his face heheh
after that u started to buy lunch from his bakery more often
which led to u guys eating lunch together on your breaks and just chatting
he’d always protest when you’d pay bc honestly he wouldn’t mind giving it to u for free (but you’d refuse)
meeting the rest of the employees (kinkade, rizavi, leifsdottir) and becoming good friends with them too
leaving little gifts like you’d leave flowers in his apron pocket with notes and he’d leave like cookies
your first kiss would taste like cinnamon or something sweet and it would mainly be you both smiling
“you taste like sugar”
“sorry we were trying out a new recipe and we had to taste test it a lot and-”
“kiss me again”
okay since he works in a bakery he’d smell really good all the time
and whenever u guys would move in together your home would smell like heaven w the flowers and baked goods
Hey y’all. I’ve been working on this for a bit, a fluffy piece of goodness. I figured you folks might need a pick me up after that angst-fest I posted a few days ago.
Genre: romantic soulmate au Word Count: 5230 Warnings: Extreme fluff, mild awkardness Pairing: Prompto/Blind!Reader Note: I do not know what it’s like to be blind, nor do I know anyone who does. Creative liberties were taken, and I apologize for any inaccuracies.
Soulmates had existed long before written words. It was a connection that had always been there, sewn into histories and bedtime stories and was as understood and present as air itself.
Everyone was born in a world of black and white, but as two soulmates meet, their world becomes one of color. For those who hadn’t met their soulmates yet, the very idea of color was alien – otherworldly. They could never imagine what it was or what it could ever be, but the moment color bloomed before them, they became unsure as to how they had ever lived without it.
Of course, it wasn’t always wonderful; some people never met their soulmates and were forced to live in black and white forever. Even worse, should one’s soulmate die, they’re thrust into a world of black and white once again.
Personally, you considered yourself lucky, in that regard, as well as unfortunate. You would never know if you were speaking to your soulmate and on the off chance that you met your soulmate and they were to pass away, you wouldn’t be shoved into a grey world. In fact, you didn’t see the world in grey to begin with for one simple reason: you were blind.
To you, the world consisted of sound and touch. You saw through what you heard and what you felt, not what your eyes took in. You knew the chances of you ever finding your soulmate were low, and eventually, you stopped caring. Some people would take pity on you, saying how tragic it was that you could never truly find your soulmate or ever see the wonder of color, but you found other things to keep you occupied rather than the idea of meeting your true love.
Yes, you had stopped wondering about your soulmate, but he had never stopped wondering about you. In fact, he was up late many nights just imagining who you’d be. Sometimes, he would imagine you as a famous actor or a chef, possibly a lifeguard with bright red hair or a shy librarian with round glasses. Each idea was as exciting as the last and to him, meeting you would probably be the single most important moment of his life (spoiler alert: it wasn’t, but seeing you walk down the aisle was).
Yes, Prompto Argentum couldn’t wait to meet you. He wondered about you nearly everyday, sometimes in passing thought or through the giddy, “what if?” feeling in the pit of his stomach. Still, even his thousands of daydreams would never prepare him for the day that he finally met you.
It was hot and crowded summer day with a bright white sun and a pale grey sky. A soft breeze slid through the air, breaking the heavy heat and cooling Prompto’s cheeks, relieving them of their soft grey flush. He felt good, despite the intensity of the heat and the volume of the loud voices around him. In fact, his great mood provided him with the perfect inspiration for an impromptu photoshoot, giving him reason enough to venture from his apartment into the bustling Insomnia streets.
As he walked down the street that afternoon, with his camera bag in hand, it felt like something was going to happen. He didn’t know what, but he could feel it. A small smile hung on his face, his dark grey freckles popping as he looked around at the harsh greys and the bright whites of Insomnia.
However, looking around seemed to be a bad decision on his part. His feet strayed from their path on the sidewalk, allowing him to collide with a stout, chubby man. Alarmed, Prompto yelped, his eyes widening as he stumbled. He felt the annoyance of the crowds around him as he backed into them, creating a domino effect on those behind him.
“Ah-s-sorry, didn’t mean to-” Prompto stammered, one hand clutching his bag tighter. His cheeks darkened as his wide eyes nervously peered at the grumpy man who merely grumbled and kept walking. Prompto stood on the sidewalk, heart thumping loudly in his chest and anxiety rolling in his stomach. The crowds around him continued, more than one person jostling his shoulder with a nasty glare and a rude comment.
There were so many people bumping into him that he was unaware of you: the young blind person who was making their way down the street. You weren’t a fan of big crowds as it was, considering they always made it difficult to navigate the streets, but in that moment you cursed crowds more than ever.
All you heard were the loud, unintelligible voices of hundreds of people around you moving much too fast for you to properly get a grip on things. You were unaware of the boy with the pale grey hair who was nervously frozen in the middle of the sidewalk following a startling incident. At least, you were unaware of him until your cane caught onto one black boot and sent you tumbling to the ground.
You felt your cane catch, but the crowd behind you just kept moving. Your feet stumbled, body lurching forward into the sea of strangers with a sharp stab of fear in the pit of your stomach. You expected to fall to the sidewalk, feet trampling over you and strangers stumbling around your fallen form, but it never came to be.
Prompto’s arms shot forward with the instinct of any skilled crownsguard, catching you around your stomach long before you fell to the ground.
“Ah, I’m sorry!” Prompto exclaimed quickly, his eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed in worry as he helped you stand up straight. You were frozen, only aware of your fluttering heart, nervous stomach, and the warm arms wrapped around your middle. His voice was concerned, slightly rough, and husky despite its high tone. Your heart stung slightly, your ears practically melting; you had never heard a voice so wonderful.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked again, his voice closer to your ear and sending a shiver through your body.
Shaking yourself free of the mild daze, you managed to speak, “I-it’s fine!” You tried to wave him off, standing as steadily as you could while properly orienting yourself.
It took a second for things to click. Prompto paused, his next apology dying on his tongue as he took in the cane in your hands. With the gears turning in his head, he looked up and froze as his gaze landed on your unfocused eyes.
A gasp escaped his lips, his eyes widening for a millisecond. Before him, his black and white world was changing. Your skin wasn’t the flushed grey with various black and white tints as he had seen originally, it was blooming. He watched with large eyes as color sprouted in your hair, trailing down like water and leaving vibrant hues behind. He stared, his own cornflower blue eyes taking in every color on your face, every angle and every absolutely perfect imperfection as a massive smile grew on his face.
He found you. Years of searching and imagining and… he found you.
He felt so overwhelmed, seeing you with a face more beautiful than he could have imagined – seeing the world in shades of color and strange tints that he couldn’t find a name for. His heart was thudding in his chest, his eyes wide and desperate, his mouth burning with millions of questions. He felt his grip slipping as his mind was whirring and with a soft thump, his camera bag slipped from the hand around your waist and tumbled to the ground.
He paid no mind to the fallen bag because for him, this was the moment of a lifetime.
However, for you, this was weird.
You couldn’t see the eager excitement on his face, or the blooming colors around you. You had no idea who this man was and despite the odd, mild comfort of his sweaty arms around your waist, you wanted him to let go. You could feel his eyes on you and the strange warm, tingling sensation his touch left. You felt his gawking, a sensation that you’ve always hated. It didn’t matter how beautiful his voice was or how it made goosebumps rise to your skin in 90 degree heat; pity was not what you wanted.
“Sorry.” You grimaced, jerking out of his grip and trying to continue on your way, cane tapping the sidewalk lightly. You didn’t like that moment when people noticed your empty gaze or the white cane in your hand. The pity that always followed was more frustrating than the excitement for the possibility of anything else.
You expected him to continue on his way much like yourself, however, he didn’t.
“W-Wait!”
His voice made you freeze and halt midstep. Sometimes, folks would ask you to wait, to see if you needed help. But the way he said it was different. His voice was desperate – begging, almost, with an underlying edge of excitement that left his voice jittery and made your stomach churn with butterflies. He only said one word, but his voice – his voice something wonderful.
“U-Um, u-uh, it’s-” He paused, stumbling and stuttering. There it was again. The feeling. Even though he couldn’t get out a single word, you felt more interested in him than any other man you’d met in your life.
Prompto felt like he was dying. His face was burning, a bright red blooming on his cheeks as he tried to come up with something to say. He had to be smooth – cool; he had to sound like someone worth knowing. “Uh, do you want to get ice cream?” He blurted.
Yes. Smooth.
Confusion slid across you face as you turned towards his voice, an odd note of uncertainty in your voice. “You… want to get ice cream?” You asked slowly. You were quiet, your voice barely heard over the sound of the city chatter, although you didn’t think you could speak louder in that moment. All you could focus on was his voice and the sensation of your heart banging against your ribcage.
With his face burning, he nodded, only to realize you couldn’t see. “U-uh, yeah! With me!” Prompto added, sweating bullets as he nervously fiddled with his hands. “I-um, I-this is gonna sound so crazy-”
You cut him off, not wanting “something crazy” to ruin the first real interest you had in someone. “Okay.”
“It’s just I-really? You, you wanna get ice cream with me?” He was stunned that you even said yes, although he didn’t really know what he would’ve done if you hadn’t.
You managed a nervous nod, your cheeks heating up. Prompto was stunned, although he couldn’t hide the massive tug of affection in his heart as he saw the flash of bright red growing in your cheeks.
Beaming, Prompto managed a nervous laugh. “Th-that’s great! Um, how about-”
“Get outta the damn way!” One woman snapped as she pushed passed Prompto, pulling him out of his bubble and reminding him of the large crowds around him.
“We should get out of the street.” You told him, a tiny amused smile on your face.
“Haha, yeah, we-uh, we should!” He agreed, clothes shuffling as he quickly dipped down to grab his fallen camera bag. Standing up on his tiptoes, he peered over the heads of strangers to try and find where you two were.
“Okay, so, uh, is it okay if I just?” He was nervously gesturing to your free hand, forgetting that you couldn’t see.
Luckily for Prompto, you were a smart person and able to piece together what he meant with his clumsy words. Holding out your free hand, you felt your cheeks heat up further as he began to lead you down the street with you blissfully unaware of the massive smile on his face.
Prompto’s own cheeks bloomed a bright pink when he looked back to you, seeing a tiny smile gracing your lips. His smile only grew as he took in your wonderful face yet again, counting his lucky stars that he was able to find you.
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