could you do a drabble that's prompto x reader where the reader is extremely insecure about their body and face and don't really see themselves as attractive and hate getting their picture taken (bc i know i hate getting my pic taken) by prompto even though they're dating and he loves taking their photo?? idk if this made sense but thanks if u choose to write this!!
Accidentally tweaked this ask, sorry anon :^( I wanted it to be where they first meet, I thought it would be a lot cuter. Also this one was hard to write, as someone who deals with these kinds of insecurities, they hold me back from a lot of stuff. I don’t like to take pictures, I don’t like to go out wearing anything but jeans and T-shirts.
Even though I can’t hope for myself, I hope anyone out there who is insecure about their body realizes that you’re beautiful no matter what. ♡
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You hated your body.
You hated how your thigh touched, you hated your stretch marks, you hated how your tummy poked out, you hated the way your face looked. You didn’t like looking into a mirror because you knew you’ll eventually begin to pick out every single flaw that you have.
A lot of the time, you always backed out of doing something you really wanted to do. You felt you didn’t look good enough, that you didn’t fit in, that people would judge you, it tore you to pieces.
You wanted to have fun and make friends, however you were so afraid of people’s judgemental looks.
Eventually you met Prompto. It was an accident, you ran into him at the market. He was buying some cake that said “Happy Birthday!” You apologized countless times, for running into him, almost knocking the cake out of his hands, you managed to mutter a happy birthday.
He looked at you with confusion, then laughed. “Oh this isn’t for a birthday, I was just hungry and craving cake.” He admitted, a giant goofy smile on his face. You felt your cheeks warm, he was so adorable. “Would you like some? We should be friends!”
That suggestion made your heart jump to your throat. Slowly you nodded, forgetting all of those flaws that you have. Once he bought the cake, you two walked out of the market and wandered to the park. You introduced yourselves and made small conversation about your own life. You told him what your job is, all of your hobbies, how many pets you have, everything.
He listened through all of it, although he felt awful. You never got to talk to anyone like this that wasn’t your family. You enjoyed it, a lot. More than you should have probably.
By the end of the night, you were attached to him. He offered to give you his number, which you accepted gleefully. After he scribbled his number on one of the napkins he picked up from the market, he pulled his camera up and asked to take a picture with you.
You remembered why you were so self-conscious. “I’m okay. Pictures aren’t my thing.” You admitted, trying to feign a tiny bit of confidence. Prompto realized and sighed.
“Y/N, you’re beautiful, the camera will love you!” He tried to cheer you up, however you were so deep in the pit of self-consciousness that you’d need Rapunzel’s hair to help you out. You shyly shook your head in reply.
Prompto sighed and nodded. “When I get you to accept, which will be soon, you’ll love it!” He cheered. Your face was red, he was so serious about it and you weren’t going to break his heart.
He walked you home, he told you a lot about what he does for hobbies. He mentioned that he was a photographer as a hobby, however he serves the prince. It surprised you, honestly, at first you thought he was a regular citizen just like you, but now you begin to notice his Crownsguard emblems on his jacket. You weren’t going to lie, it brought you self-confidence up a sliver, how a Crownsguard would make time to spend with you, after you accidentally ran into him.
It made you happy. He made you happy. You were reluctant to admit it to him though, you just met him. You felt that you were already too attached. Once you two made it to your house, he smiled at you. “Alright, well I guess I should be expecting a text. Thanks for eating cake with me today! Probably couldn’t eat it all by myself. I had a lot of fun.” He rambled, that same goofy grin lining his features. You giggled and nodded.
“Well, I’ll see you soon, Prompto.” You nodded, waving goodbye to him. As he walked off, you pulled out your phone and began to type. You heard a buzz go off in his pocket, he stopped and looked at it.
‘Wanna meet up tomorrow?’ It said.
You were already excited to see him again. He turned and looked at you, beginning to text back.
'Hell yeah, only if I get a sweet picture though.’ He replied.
Your cheeks began to burn. Slowly you nodded at him, he did a silent fist pump before pulling out his camera. Running over next to you, he stood and lifted the camera up. You smiled and quickly threw up a peace sign.
Afterwards, when he looked at it, you began to unlock your door. Once you turned to wave goodbye, you saw he was staring at you, his freckled cheeks were red and his mouth was agape.
“Prompto? What’s wrong?” You asked. He shook his head and a charming smile formed.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”