Reader like, second person right? First time writing this way. Here we goooo!! (Kind of short.)
Your hair is in your eyes, which you don’t really mind. It helps hide your face from sight. Though, there’s no one else around you to see you. You were also further hidden by your knees, which were drawn up to your chest and cradled your forehead. You’re alone, sitting atop a rock away from the haven you and the boys are camped at. Why? Because you just can’t stop your damn tears from falling.
Earlier that day, you’d all run into the blonde haired beauty by the name of Cindy, and dread had settled into your gut. She was everything someone could wish for. Her kindness was second to none. Her humor was something that drew smiles from every. And her personality ensured that she got along with everyone.
Including Prompto.
That damnable, chocobo haired, laid back, goofball was someone you’d held in high regard since you’d first met. And naturally, that regard evolved into feelings of a romantic nature. Which he never noticed. Even though the other teased you about your affections, the dummy never noticed. In fact, he’d make them stop so you wouldn’t be embarrassed by them. Which was why you were crying right now.
The day had been spent listening to him in the car, while walking, during hunts, and in the camp, go on and on about Cindy. Cindy was so pretty. Cindy was kind. Do you think Cindy has a boyfriend? On and on. Like always.
You got that you weren’t Cindy’s type of nice. You got that maybe your attitude wasn’t always sunshine and puppies like hers. You understood that you had scars, and your body wasn’t ideal. You were nothing like her. You did understand that. But was it so much to hope for Prompto to notice you despite that?
“Y/n?” Someone called, “Where are you?”
You picked up your head and turned toward the voice, and mentally cursed your luck’s horrid sense of timing. Your hand shot up to your face to scrub away at the tear trails, and you tried to sniffle quietly to clear your nose before answering.
“Prom-ki? That you?” You called out his nickname. You silently congratulated yourself on being able to make your voice sound normal. “I’m up here.”
You didn’t bother getting to your feet, but rather crawled over to the end of the rock you were on, looking below for Prompto. His back was toward you, and he was looking around trying to find you. So you leaned down as far as you could and managed to flick the top of his head.
“Yowch.” He turned quickly and looked up. “There you are.”
You smiled down, grateful for the darkness hiding your face from him. You’re sure that it’d be red and splotchy. And the moonlight wouldn’t be your friend. So you hoped the clouds stayed while he was with you.
He began to clamber up the rock to sit next to you and you reached your hand out to steady him as he pulled himself over.
“Oof. How’d you even get up here?” He questioned, looking at the edge with a cautious eye.
You chucked and went back to your original spot, curling up like before. “Wing and a prayer man.”
He laughed and took a spot next to you. “Really? You just winged it? What if you fell?”
Already have thanks, you thought. Instead of saying that you just shrugged. “I’ve fallen from higher.”
You both then sat in silence, and you brace for what was coming.
Earlier, when camp had been set up, you had enough of hearing about Cindy. Bless her heart, but you’d had enough. Especially when he was the one saying it.
“I’m going to explore for a while.” You had suddenly said, getting up from your chair and turning from the haven. And even though someone called your name, you kept walking. When you had gotten out of sight of the camp, you broke out into a sprint which had lead you to this rock. Honestly, sprinting and running up the rock was how you’d gotten up there without help.
“Sooo…” He began, like you knew he would. “About earlier.”
You sigh but keep silent.
“Are you alright? I mean, you hardly ever go off on your own. An we were worried when you didn’t come back for dinner.” He nudged you with his shoulder, just to get a reaction from you.
“I…” You cleared your throat. “I was just…i don’t know. I felt like I needed to get away.”
Half true. You needed to get away from him and his fixation on Cindy really. And thinking about it was sort of making your eyes tear up again. And god damn his eyes. Now that he was closer he could see your eyes.
“H-hey! Whats wrong?” He asked, his eyes widening. Reflex kicked in and he put his arm around your shoulders. Which was as welcome as it was unwelcome.
“Nothing.” You said, but your voice choked and you could feel the tears begin to fall again. “Would you believe I’m just crying because I missed Ignis’ cooking tonight?” You said with a watery smile.
He laughed lowly, but pulled you closer. “As much as I appreciate your sense of humor, I’m still worried.”
“I know.” You said, “Just give me a moment.”
He nodded, but you didn’t see. And true to your word, you came to the conclusion that if you didn’t get your feelings off your chest, you wouldn’t be able to move on.
“I… if you liked someone and they didn’t notice, how would you feel?” You began, deciding to stick with your half truths. “Would you feel like something was squeezing your throat? Your chest ache? And your thoughts turn against you?”
He frowned, but answered anyways. “…Yeah. That’s pretty accurate.”
“I’m guessing you don’t have to guess how that feels. How I feel right now.” You continued. “It hurts a lot. And I didn’t want to drag you all into my mess at the camp. That’s all.”
“I don’t think any of us would have minded. We’ve all felt that way I’m sure. Hell. I feel that way sometimes even now.” He said softly, arm still around you.
Somehow, that statement got under your skin and gave you that last burst of courage needed to get your feelings out. You grabbed his arm and gently took it off your shoulders, lowing it back to his side before wrapping your arms around yourself again.
“You’re talking about Cindy again right?” You said, and then continued without waiting for his answer. “You talk about her, over and over, it’s got to be her. You saw her and there was no room left for me. Because they person I was talking about was you, you know. I like you Prompto. I have for a long time. And…you just didn’t notice.”
You still couldn’t look at him, and drew your arms tighter around yourself. “I’m sorry if that’s sudden, but I just…if I keep it to myself I can’t move on. And I’m tired of feeling jealous and alone. You can head back to camp without me. I’ll be along after I put myself back together okay?”
It was silent, and he was still beside you. Six, you did not want his pity. You about to say as much until you felt his hand turning your face toward him, and a gentle kiss pressed against your mouth. You froze, surprised.
But he didn’t. He moved from your mouth to your cheek, and kissed his way up to your temple before whispering by your ear, “You’re wrong. It’s not Cindy.”
“You were the one who made me feel that way. When you’d talk about the others, or how you don’t look at me when I feel like I’m always staring at you, and sometimes you stare at complete strangers.” He smiled as you digested this information.
And before your brain could really finish processing what he said, you leaned forward and returned what he gave, kissing just as softly. And it felt like everything was finally coming to rest.
Imagine Final Fantasy 