#i can't believe i ran out of characters on ao3 smh at myself all the live long day

[limitlessmonster]

okay so i just started reading king of catfishing by @trashmccree​ and i’m literally so fucking giddy already and i’m only like 3 paragraphs in wtf

three hours later: okay i literally got so into the story that i totally forgot i had this post open so i’m just gonna fast forward. okay? okay. right. MOVING ON

i haven’t legit felt this way about a fanfic in forfuckingever so i’m just going to word vomit and get full on ridic and yelly and just overall jgghdjflwowofkkk under the read more bc i’m embarrassing myself but i need I NEED to get. it. out. omg i’m already on reread number threee and it’s barely past noon PLEASE GO READ THIS FIC AND ASCEND WITH ME

His first match on this website and it’s with the prince? Well, fake prince. Right. He’s about to get robbed by a fake prince online for all he’s worth like one of those chain email scams.

Your Prompto is a literal angel someone get him some wings and maybe a chocobo hat with a halo on it.

“I’m just trying not to freak out right now,” Prompto’s thumbs hovered over the screen. “Do I even reply? What do I even say? Why did you do this to me?”

“Hush and just talk to him like a regular person. You do know how to talk to other human beings right?”

Prompto furrowed his eyebrows, “Yes and I am super good at it.”

I can totally hear their voice when they speak and omg Prom you totally are, totally super good at it hahaha I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ALREADY

“Did that sound okay? That didn’t sound okay. He hates me. This is actually the prince and he hates me. He’s gonna block me. He’s gonna send the cyber police on me. Or the real police. Or the royal guards. They’re gonna bust down my door and send me to the dungeon. The palace has got to have a dungeon right?”

THIS PRECIOUS BEAN OMG I WANT TO JUST PUT HIM IN MY POCKET

“That doesn’t even sound like me. And a winky face? A. Winky. Face.”

I wasn't imagining him exaggerating a winky face while he was being adamant that the winky face was not in his personality skill set nope totally wasn’t hahahaha

Okay, don’t freak out. Not like that was a casual invite to see each other in person? Definitely not. ** Prompto found himself seated in the restaurant Noctis told him about, in a booth obviously because what heathen would pick a table over a booth? He was gnawing on his bottom lip and wouldn’t stop fiddling with his napkin. He kept rearranging the cutlery around on the table. His foot wouldn’t stop tapping and oh gods is that sweat he feels?

Digressing train-of-thought-stream-of-consciousness povs if done well give me life, water my crops, feed my children, clear my acne, and simultaneously create world peace

Noctis: I have no idea what you’re talking about :)

Prompto: omg you’re the wooorst i’m gonna delete your number right now

Noctis: After all we’ve been through?

Prompto: sorry it had to end like this

Prompto: and i’m taking the dog with me

Noctis: You’ll never get custody of him, I won’t allow it >:(

Prompto: i’ll see you in court!!!! im his favorite parent anyways

Noctis: He doesn’t even know you exist lol.

Prompto: how could you say that about my baby? T.T ** Noctis: Your freckles look extra nice today.

Prompto: thank you i took extra care this morning in putting them on

THE FLIRTING OMG THE FLIRTING THE AWKWARD FACE-IN-YOUR-HAND-SQUEALING FLIRTING I HATE THEM WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME

Maybe one day he’ll run into the real Prince Noctis on the street and can tell him all about how he met someone online that was pretending to be him. They could laugh about it together. Or the real Noctis will think that’s really weird and get a restraining order on him.

seriously the stream of consciousness thing. I just choked on my spit and laughed out loud in the middle of a conference call. which I probably shouldn't be doing. but MOVING ON

He leaned down to smack his forehead against the table lightly a few times. Get it together. Quit being an idiot.

“Wow, the date hasn’t even started yet and you’re already trying to give yourself a concussion?”

Prompto quickly whipped his head up. He recognized that voice.  His gaze met that of his date and his eyes widened instantly.

Fuck it’s the prince. The actual prince. It’s actually the prince. Of Lucis. That one.

I LITERALLY JUST SQUEALED INTO MY FUCKING HAND AND BOWED MY HEAD DOWN INTO MY LAP BECAUSE OHMYGOD. ALSO I JUST RAN OUT OF CHARACTERS ON AO3 I NOW HAVE NO ROOM LEFT OKAY BYE I LOVE THIS FIC SOMEONE SEND HELP AND MAYBE A MEDIC