#Right now though I'm just hoping both sides of the clutch will hatch

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Babies!!

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Has anyone requested Prompto x Chubby!reader yet?? Ugh I wish I could think up a scenario but I'm drawing such a blank. 😅 I'm sorry. I'm about as useless as sand.

Hi there!♥I’m sorry it took so long, I’m not so good with coming up with new recipes scenarios. I tried here, I hope you like it!

Warning: I know people can be satisfied with all kind of bodies, and that’s absolutely great, but for this one I decided to make the reader uncomfortable with theirs. I feel like I can relate a little, as I’m quite unsatisfied with my own, so it’s quite easier for me to write it. Hope you understand. ♥

“Soooo hot!” exclaimed an almost dehydrated Prompto, his head hopelessly leaning on his arms, hands that wobbled in the air, as the Regalia hurtled through the highly heated roads towards Galdin Quay.

“Indeed” agreed Ignis. It was hard imagining him losing his ever perfect composure, but you could see, from the back of the car where you were seated, that he was fighting hard with himself for not tearing his shirt apart. Sole clues of that were the sweat droplets that ran along his face, and the hands tightening their grip on the wheel.

Effectively, summer hit as suddenly as a meteor, that year. The heat rose from zero to unsustainable in a couple of days. Everyone in Eos was trying to batten down the hatches, and Galdin Quay was literally swarming with every kind of people. The guys decided to take a little vacation too, and you agreed, but… You weren’t that much of excited. Going to the sea meant bikinis and swimsuits. Not the best for someone who didn’t feel right with their body.

That’s why you weren’t eager to jump around as Prompto did when you arrived there. Seeing that entire people having fun at the sea made your quite large shirt feel incongruous.

“Let’s go”. Gladio already took off his jacket, a parasol under his right arm, ready to be planted on the nearest beach. Noctis, just awaken from one of his naps, rubbed his eyes. Prompto had already started taking photos of the sea – “The lighting is just amazing!” -.

Seeing them so happy made your heart ache. Why weren’t you able to enjoy a bright day with them and let your worries just pass away? Because it’s impossible for you to have fun here, when all you can think is your belly under this stupid shirt, you replied to yourself, and a lump formed in your throat.

“Come on, Y/N!”. An overly thrilled Prompto grabbed you by your wrist, almost making you fall right there. His enthusiasm was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile at him, while he led the way to the beach._

Everything shined that day. Waves, sun, the entire Galdin Quay, Prompto, and your eyes whenever you looked at him.

You couldn’t say when you started growing fond of that luminous ray of sunshine, it happened quite slowly, but when you realized it, it was already too late to turn back. You felt involved in the twirl of your emotions whenever you exchanged a look with him, and you could find yourself peeking at him, carefully not to get caught. Your heart jumped every time he laughed, as you hoped he could find his happiness soon. As for you, well, you had to be content with watching his smile from behind.

You were left alone for a moment, when the others went into the cold water, finally finding relief in that hot day. You insisted for them to go even without you, and they agreed reluctantly after you insisted. You could now see them having the fun they deserved.

All around you, you could see that exhibition of beautiful ladies in all kind of bikinis, showing their perfect bodies to a shining sun eager to kiss their skin. That made you feel gloomier than ever. You couldn’t even take off that shirt of yours, and you stayed under the parasol, trying your best to hide yourself in the little piece of shadow you were able to get under it. Closing your eyes, you buried your face in your arms, and stayed like that for enough time to be able to fall deeply asleep, your long hair being caressed by the soft warm breeze that cradled you into your dreams._

When you woke up, you saw stars over your head, and you felt at peace. The twinkling of their shimmering light set your soul at ease, and you smiled, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, releasing all the bad thoughts you had had for all the day.

“Finally awaken, uh?”.

You screamed and jumped on your feet, you heart race like a fury in your chest. Prompto, sitting right next to you, laughed at your reaction, then patted on the sand with a hand, inviting you to sit down. You did it, putting up a jokey frowny face, and he laughed lightly again.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, Y/N”. He tried to excuse himself, while passing a fresh bottle of orange juice, your favourite, to you. Your eyes glazed around while you drink it – aah, it was delicious! – noting you weren’t in the same place of that afternoon. Suddenly, you started to realize. And you blushed. Hard.

“Where… Who…?” you babbled, glad the dark covered your face a little, not enough for Prompto not to notice, though. He stroke your hair.

“Easy, Y/N, one question at a time”. Just the sound of his voice made anxiety building up inside of you.

“O-Okay…” you tried. “First… Thank you for the juice. You- You remembered”, you stuttered, then sighed. You decency was hitting lever zero.

“No prob” he answered, pointing at his back. You turned around, seeing a haven in the distance. So they decided to camp, that night, probably to avoid the crowd in the hotels. “Ignis got a lot of them yesterday in Hammerhead, and I know you get crazy over those juice” he said cheerfully. You nodded, smiling at him thankfully.

“Then… How come that I’m here and not over there?” you asked, looking and the spot where you fell asleep. It wasn’t that far, but if you didn’t walk in your sleep you couldn’t explain how you got near the haven.

“Oh, that? I brought you here” Prompto answered, smiling innocently at you. Your jaw dropped as you wrapped your arms around your own waist. You blushed even harder than before, as you tried to find the words – what words, by the way? – and your mind went totally blank.

It can’t be!, you screamed to yourself. Why didn’t they wake you up?! You blamed yourself in silence.

“It’s fine” he stated, as he was peeking at your own thoughts. He glanced at your hands, tightly clutched at your shirt, and his smile disappeared. He looked into your eyes, tilting his head to the side.

“You aren’t heavy, if that’s what you’re thinking”

“Oh, come on!”. That little statement made you laugh, but you were actually a bit annoyed. What could he know? He was so handsome and perfect…

“Really, Y/N”. Prompto slid a little closer to you, and lowered his voice. “I understand how you feel”.

“You could you?”. Your voice was harsh and bitter, and you immediately regretted it, but Prompto didn’t seem to notice.

“You know, I wasn’t much of a cheerful child. Let’s say I wasn’t at all” he joked softly, with a shade of sadness in his eyes. You looked at him, now curious of what he had to say. It was strange. You were there, seating close to your biggest crush ever, yet you felt so calm. You gazed at the starred sky. It looked like diamond-quilted velvet.

“I wasn’t, well, the same Prompto as you see me now. I didn’t feel right with myself”. His voice flew gently into your heart. You could notice how reluctantly he was sharing that little piece of his story with you. You understood everything, of course, even though you actually hardly could believe that. Him, the ever shining boy, felt once like you. That made you feel connected to the boy you liked so much in a deep way. He pierced at the sky, then looked again at you, and his smile was the most tender you ever got to see.

“But… You’re perfect, to me at least” you whispered, lowering your head to cover the reddish rush of blood that kissed your face in that moment. You could hear him giggle, and you felt his hands on your cheeks pulling it upwards, facing him.

“You are much more beautiful, both outside and inside, than I’ll ever be”. Prompto rested his forehead on yours, wiping your silent tears with a gentle smile. You actually couldn’t believe that his hands, accustomed to hand guns and machines, were that soft. You could get used to it, if only he let you.

“And believe me, you’re even more marvellous that any other girl I ever met, I swear!”

“You’re exaggerating a little bit here, aren’t you?”

“Not even” he whispered resolute, laying a tender kiss on your lips.