maybe confession HCs for the bros?
HEY LOOK FLUFF> JUST WHAT WE NEED.
- This nerd is gonna be a mess when it comes to confessing how he feels.
He’ll probably try again and again over the course of the day, quickly changing subjects at the last minute and blushing every time.
You may hear him call himself stupid under his breath before jamming a smile back into place and distracting you with something else.
After… the seventh attempt, Noct will huff, grab one of your hands and just blurt it out. “I… Dammit. I LIKE YOU.”
You can see it on his face, the ‘aw, shit’ as he wonders why the hell he thought this was a good idea.
Pro tip: This is where you kiss him.
Neerrrves. This boy is going to be so, so nervooouuussss. What if he messes up? What if he stumbles over his words? Or puke? OR BOTH?
So Prom is gonna have to take a breather before he tries telling you how he feels. He’ll duck into the pathroom, wash his face and slap his cheeks a few time. “You can do this.” He say jabbing a finger at his reflection. “You got this. You like them. Just say it.”
He’ll stutter at first, groan and flail his hands a little. “I… gimme a sec, I just.” Prompto will sigh a rub a hand over his face. “I… I think you’re amazing. I do and I… I really like you.”
And then of course he’ll blush and try laughing a little to lighten the mood. Have pity of the wee birb-boy. He is only a smol chocobro.
Smooooth with a capital smoo. ;D
Gladio would take advantage of a quite moment between the two of you, mybe while watching the campfire, maybe while the sun rises on a new day or maybe just while the two of you are seated at a diner. He’ll turn his big frame to face you fully and get your attention with a casual ‘hey’.
“Listen, so, I just want you to know that the time we have together really means a lot to me.” He lean over a little and give you a smile. A sincere and sweet one.
“I want you to know that I like you. And it’d be my honour to take you to dinner some time, if you’re free.”
Bam. And that’s how it’s done.
So, imagine this. It’s late evening at a motel and Ignis has just handed you something warm and sweet to drink. A hot chocolate maybe. And he asks you if you don’t mind him joining you.
When you say no of course not, he smiles and leans against the railing, looking up at the stars.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to share something with you.” He guides your eyes towards a particular group of stars. “That’s always been my favourite constellation. I always thought it was beautiful. But no where near as lovely as you.”
Wait, what? As you gape at Ignis he smiles and inclines his head in a little bow. “I find myself growing very fond of you and if you’re willing, I’d like it if we could become closer?”
How can you resist that?