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Who do I match w/: I’m 23, I’m shy, but I do my best to help friends and family even if it may get me in trouble, I love reading, I’m witty and I maybe have a messed up since of humor, due to being shy if I do joke I shock people. I’m loyal. But I’m also distant to protect myself emotionally. I been trying symphony type of music but the darker ones. But I love 90s rock MOSTLY. Also, I have blonde hair blue eyes And with how I dress. Taylor momsen is who I compare to, also I have social anxiety

I match you with Ignis!

This would be a case of opposites attract. But not really. That would just be the outwardly appearance. Personality wise, you both have the same sense of humor and quick wits, as well as the emotional distance. Being distant is nothing new to him as his own emotions are held at arm’s length due to his responsibilities. I think you’d be able to let your hair down, so to speak, around each other though. The music might be a bit of a challenge, since he’s more of a classical kind of guy rather than 90′s rock. But he wouldn’t mind it so much if you liked it. 

Hi there! Could you do a matchup? 5’2″ long natural gold blonde hair, very well endowed in the breast area, hourglass figure, can be shy or outgoing and bubbly depending on the day, i love people and looove animals and am very nurturing. Love to laugh!!

I match you with Prompto!

The shyness would quickly squished by how out going his own personality can be. It’d sweep you along so fast that you wouldn’t have time to be shy. That might be a hinderance actually. His energy can be a bit much, but otherwise everything would be alright I think. He really likes chocobos, but this guy is an animal lover through and through. Honestly, I can picture him fostering animals in his home until they find their forever home. 

Also! Lots of laughs would happen around him. He’d love to see your smile. 

Friendly anon here. Wait… i’m not a anon anymore D: . I need a new nickname… But forget this right now. I’m here for headcanon! How about Noctis and Prompto with a s/o who is strong enough to win arm wrestling against daddy gladdy. How would they react ~

ITS YOOOOOUUUU. BUT NOT AS AN ANON. Hey there! 😀 Ended up turning into’s it’s usual kerfuffle of headcanons and scenarios mixed together. Whoops!

Noctis:

It would happen when they’re killing time in the training room. All three would be sprawled out on the floor relaxing after a session. 

He’d listen to Gladio and his S/O’s conversation with an amused expression on his face. They’d both be bragging of their respective strength. 

Noctis would know that they’re strong, and that they could probably kick his ass if they really wanted to. But that wouldn’t stop him from worrying when the two’s bragging becomes a competition.

They both would be sizing each other up, and the poor prince would worry. He’d seen that look on both their faces before, and very rarely did things turn out alright after it. 

Gladio would be the one to suggest the arm wrestling match, because of course he would. Noctis would try to discourage them from agreeing because LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS ARMS. 

…Needless to say, that backfires and they agree. Noctis would shake his head and just brace for whatever’s about to happen. 

They rope him in to be the ref though, and he agrees back this was seriously going to be interesting. Even if it’s a bad idea. 

Gladio would find a small table and a pair of chairs for them to use, and they both would take their place. Noctis would count them off.

Three…two…one…Go!

It’d only last a few moments. They’d mostly be resisting Gladio’s pressure at first, and at the first sign of their arm tilting backwards, Gladio would grin. 

HOWEVER. Gladio is very taken off guard when they suddenly twist their wrist, and lock it. And they’d suddenly light up with an evil grin and he’d knows he’s screwed. 

They suddenly pour all their strength into the battle, going from 0 to 100 in a blink of an eye. And not only would they force Gladio’s hand down, the table’s such a delicate thing it gives and suddenly Gladio HIMSELF is thrown to the floor.

“OOPS.”

It would be very dramatic scene, especially with the table collapsing like it did. 

And poor Noctis would be shocked. Like, jaw dragging on the floor, wide eyed, shocked. He’d need a moment to register what just happened….But that’s when the laughter would begin. 

It would start by a small laugh bubbling out of him, followed by him looking at the situation again and then he just can stop. He’s in stitches. His S/O looks almost too pleased with themself as they help Gladio to his feet. Gladio is shaking his head and smiling. 

They’d wander over to Noctis, would would drape his arms around their shoulders. “That was priceless!”

He’d press a kiss to their cheek and chuckle as Gladio leaves for the day. And then they’d lean their arm on his shoulder.

“You want to try a round Noctis?” They’d tease, and he’d of course, say no, but smile all the same. 

Prompto:

Going drinking with this pair is NEVER a good idea, but they’d end up tagging along to watch out for Prompto. 

Which, it’s a surprisingly pleasant time. They’re all a little tipsy(maybe…), but nothing unmanageable. (Not like last time. How Prompto even remembers how out of hand they all got is a miracle.)

Though things quickly go south when Gladio gets challenged to an arm wrestling match in the bar they’re in, wins, and gets a drink as a prize. 

This leads to a whole CHAIN of people lining up to have a go at him. Which leads to more winning. And more drinks. And him getting more and more tipsy.

The couple would try and convince him it was enough, which leads to him very loudly challenging them both as well.

Prompto and his S/O would look at each other, and shrug. Mind as well give it a go right? He’d never agree to this while sober. 

(Prompto worries a bit because his S/O is always in baggy sweaters. And looks like a strong breeze could steal them away. But who’s he to deny them right?)

Prompto goes first and winds up with a bruise on the back of his hand. 

He admits defeat and goes back over to his S/O after getting Gladio his drink. 

His S/O then glowers at Gladio. They take off their sweater so they’re in their tank top with a bit more freedom to move, roll their shoulders, and swear that they hear Prompto behind them somewhere squeak.

(HOW DID HE NOT KNOW THEY WERE SO ATHLETIC UNDER THEIR SWEATER?!)

They sit down across from Gladio and smile sweetly. He makes a crack about their size and worries he’ll break them. They keep grinning and offer their hand and a deal. “I win, we all go home to sleep this off.” 

He agrees, takes it, and signs his death warrant. 

They furiously push against each other. (Prompto doesn’t admit it until later, but he took a BUNCH of pictures to remember this by. Because god damn. Look at those muscles.) 

Prompto’s S/O then grimaces and forces Gladio’s arm down slowly, tick by tick until….

His hand touches down. And his S/O Stands up and does a small victory dance. Prompto is so damn pround that they took down the giant that he rushes over to them and picks them up while spinning around. 

Gladio ends up laughing and nearly drops off into sleep where he’s sitting. They get him up and out the door, Prompto teasing them about how he didn’t know they worked out.

The next day, Gladio and Prompto’s s/o don’t remember what happened. But Prompto does and makes it a point to cuddle close to them so he can feel their arms around him too. 

(Bonus headcanon: Prompto doesn’t actually drink. All his drinks were nonalcoholic. He honestly just tags along for drinks with Gladio for fun. Which is also how he remembers everything the next day.) 

A scenario where the S/O keeps stealing Ignis’s glasses and running off with them at camp

Not quite what you meant I think, but still very fluffy. 

It’d start out as just them being nice really. It would be after a major battle, with everyone quieter than normal. Too many close calls, too much energy spent. They’d notice his glasses were a little dirty on one side, and he’d either be too wrapped up in his own thoughts or too busy cooking to clean them. So they’d walk over and just simply take them off his face before saying quietly, “Let me get that for you.” 

They wouldn’t have a cleaning cloth near them, so they’d walk off with them. He’d be a little concerned, but trust them enough to return. But they wouldn’t. And he’d be a little concerned. He’d end up going to look for them, only to find them in the tent, laying down and just staring upwards with an exhausted expression on their face.

He’d chuckle upon seeing his glasses in their hand, cleaner than before. And they’d snap out of it and go pink in the face. They’d kiss him sweetly and hand them back to him as an apology. It’d look like they just got distracted and neglected to return them. Except….

The next time it’d happen they’d end up getting distracted by watching a video with Prompto while he was busy with Noctis. He’d eventually have to wander over and remind them to hand them back to him. They’d kiss his cheek and apologize again. 

The time after that would be when Noctis has taken a memento of theirs and they chase after him….with his glasses still  in hand. He’d sigh and have to wait for them to return before seeking them out to reclaim them. And when he does see them again, they’d catch his hand a press a kiss to his finger tips before wandering off. 

They don’t seem to notice the pattern. But Ignis is slowly picking up on it. He finds he doesn’t mind. A desire to be closer to him was endearing. And the kisses were probably just them being affectionate. He just wished he could see them clearly while they did it. 

Eventually, after this happens a few more times, when they reach for his glasses, he surprises them by leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to their lips. When he’d pull away, they’d grin, but still offer to clean his glasses, He’d let them, and be pleasantly surprised when they return with them this time. 

Please match me? I’m 5’3, 25, petite and look young for my age. Brown/blonde hair and wear glasses most of the time. I’m sarcastic/witty but alert and often anxious. Self conscious but good at putting on a confident persona, personality wise.

I match you with Gladiolus!

He’s someone who seem like he’d be good at seeing through a person’s mask. And if faced with someone self-conscious, he seems like he’d love trying to reassure them of themselves. Sarcasm is something he secretly loves. So your witty sense of humor would mesh pretty well with his. 

I can picture him purposely smudging your glasses if he thinks you’re being too serious. 

Since all the guys have hair log enough to cover the backs of their necks… what would their reaction be to their s/o gently pushig their hair away to kiss the back of their neck as a little surprise? (… Gladio and Ignis would probably have to be sitting down for this to work with an average s/o pfft)

They’d definitely be sitting for these. 

Noctis:

This poor boy would jump a mile in the air first off. He’s a lot jumpier than one would expect. His face would turn red and he’d probably try stuttering out a question. Which would never make it out of his mouth, because his S/O would just laugh and walk off, confusing him. (He’d really like neck kisses though.)

Prompto:

Prompto would shiver at the feeling of cool lips pressed against his neck. He’s definitely not used to anything touching his neck, so he’s going to flush a very dark red, but smile in appreciation all the same and return their affection with a kiss to their cheek.

Gladiolus:

He’d probably hum in acknowledgement, not outwardly showing any surprise, and before they could step away pull them into his lap and kiss all over their face. They’d both laugh, and press their foreheads together. (The other make fun of them once they’re done for being so sweet together.)

Ignis:

Pressing a kiss to Ignis’ neck as a surprise, and then expecting a reaction, is NOT a good idea. (Or maybe it is depending…) He’d be the one to turn it into a game. They’d press a kiss to his neck, so he’d, later on, press a kiss to that small area beneath their earlobe and whisper sweet nothings to them. If they manage to pretend to be unaffected, they’d try and come up with a way to draw a surprised reaction out of him. (While he’d do the same.) The others can see whats up, but don’t mention it. It’s slightly entertaining watching them. Like watching a spy vs spy cartoon. 

We don’t always fall for good people, who are right for us, so I wanna read boys experiencing similar thing. Can I request headcanons with chocobros having a crush on someone, who isn’t very nice to them (or other people)? Just make their crush a terrible person, but they still can’t help but like them.

Oh wow. Owch. 

Noctis:

He’d like them despite everyone warning him away from them. They’re terrible. He knows. They can be cruel to everyone near them. He knows. They’re taking advantage of him. He knows, he swears. But he can’t help it. Under their abrasive personality, he sometimes gets a glimpse of a sweet person. One who’s kindness more than makes up for how they behave regularly. And he’s sure that’s who they really are. And if he just….If he just gives them everything they ask for, bend to their will, perhaps if he just gives all his kindness and more….They’ll become that sweeter person. Permanently. 

It’s not until years later he realizes they won’t change. They’re still the same and he’s so tired of trying to change them. It’s emotionally exhausting. And it hurts. Because he still likes them. It hurts so much but he can’t be their friend anymore. And when they lash out and leave him in the dust, like they’ve done with so many other people, he can’t help but cry. 

This is not how a first love should go.

Prompto:

They’re sweet, and sickeningly kind. They’re all smiles and laughter, and cooed sweet nothings in his ears. And meant only for him. Because they’re friends right? So he’s sure he’s imagining it when they give him a backhanded compliment about much they love how he doesn’t care how he looks to another person. Or how much they envy his lack of responsibilities. He doesn’t notice them really…until they become more and more frequent. 

He especially hates when they remind him of how much he weighed. And If he ever mentions it, they always point out how it was a compliment, and how they really didn’t mean to hurt him and oh my gosh, how could they? He’d end up comforting them over their spite filled words. Eventually, this would wear him down to where it’s enough. ENOUGH. 

He’d distance himself from them, recognizing how they’d back him into a corner mentally, and make it seem like him being upset was his own fault. He’d have to take a few days just to breath, because his mind would occasionally flash back to those sweet words and secret smiles he’d fallen for. But he’d force himself to keep moving forward and away from them.

This is not how love should make you feel.

Gladiolus:

They’re pretty, but there’s something dangerous about them. Like they’re constantly dancing on the edge of some invisible cliff. Originally, this constant feeling of energy around them would pull him in. They’d be someone who could keep up with his life. They’d manage to stand beside him unflinchingly. When Gladio falls, man does he fall.

They’ve no care for safety, their own or others. They once convinced him to break into the ballroom of the palace on a whim, the one that had been closed off since he was a child. And he agreed because they had a daring smile, and had said please. But when they almost got caught, they left him, and upon confronting them later they just said it was his own fault for not being faster. 

“Don’t expect me to follow you into the dark.”

As they grew closer, he noticed how their attitude was stuck in the same process. Seek danger, cause trouble, abandon anyone who can’t keep up. A refusal to trust anyone. He’d want to prove he could be the exception. He would be there. Please please please, just trust me to be there. But they wouldn’t. They’d say they’re friends, and they do trust him, but even he can tell that they didn’t mean it.

He’d be forced to end the friendship for both of their sakes. And he’d be a little broken up when they just let him go, turn their back on him, and never speak to him again. Occasionally he still thinks of them, and hopes that they found someone they could trust finally. 

Love is about trust after all.

Ignis:

They’d be quiet and distant, and he’d want to reach them. He’d first give them small gestures, just wishing to be friends first off. And while they accept what he gives, they don’t ever drop the icy personality around him. But they smile a bit more, and greet him using his first name despite the cold treatment. Something that would give him hope. 

Ignis is a giver. And he’d keep giving and giving, hoping that maybe, he could lure them out of their shell. No one tells him that they’ve done this before. Charmed someone and drew everything they could out of them until they could give no more. Everyone knows he needs to learn this on his own.

He’d consider them friends, but they’d be reluctant to say so. But they’d give just enough affection to him to keep encouraging him. To keep him coming back to them. Just as friends though. He doesn’t know that friends don’t have to give friends gifts just to make them smile. 

Finally, after years of this, he really has no more energy to offer them. And, when they realized this, he’d absolutely shattered when they move onto a new person. Someone who like him thought they were beautiful, kind, shy, and quiet. Who just wanted to lure them out of their shell. He’d eventually move on as well, as any attempt to reconcile with them was met with that same steely distance and silence.

Love isn’t about only giving. 

Scenario Time with Noctis and his s/o who loves to stick their head under his shirt when the woke up after a nightmare ~

Odd/unusual request!…. but I love Scenarios. I’ll give it a go! 😀

The first time it happens, Noctis doesn’t expect it. They’re laying next to each other, and he’d been awake, his own fear of nightmares keeping him for falling asleep. It was peaceful, and their steady breathing next to him was a giant comfort. It was almost enough to lull him to sleep himself…So, when his S/O suddenly bolts upright silently with wide eyes, he’d nearly warps out of bed and across the room. He hadn’t been that startled in a while. He’d look at them for a bit, and become increasingly worried when they stare unblinkingly ahead of themself. 

He’d sit up next them then, and place a reassuring hand on their back. This would cause them to flinch, but snap them out of that unnerving stare. They suddenly turn to him, and fist both their hands in his shirt and bury their face in his chest. They’d take a heaving breath, but wouldn’t be able to get out what they had dreamed about. He’d sit there and hold them, trying to still their shaking and get them to breath with him. It wouldn’t work, and his sleepy brain would only come up with one solution. 

Stuff them under his shirt.

Now, his logic behind this was that they’d be able to hear him breathing better, and listen to his heartbeat. He’d be grateful not only for the dark, but the fact that if they were under his shirt they wouldn’t be able to see his face. Slowly but surely he was getting red, because his did just stuff someone under his shirt. But he couldn’t focus on that now. He instead focused on reassuring them again, and breathing slowly and purposely to get them to calm down. 

It works.

They breath with him, and calm down enough to call his name. He’d let them out of his shirt and look them over. They’d shake their head, not wanting to talk about it. So instead he’d pull them into his arms and lay back down with them. They also hold him, and they’d just talk. Talking helped usually. They wouldn’t stick ot any particular topic, but rather go where their mind wanted to. 

And they fall asleep in each others arms, feeling safe and secure.

then the second time it happens, he does the shirt thing right away. It calms them quicker than last time. He whispers sweet nothings in their ears, and hope that their nightmares would vanish.

By the third time, it’s habit. One they’re both comfortable with.

The fourth time, they’re with the others, but they don’t question it. Not with the devastated and fearful look that had been on Noctis’ S/O’s face after waking. They assume it’s Noctis’ way of giving them privacy. 

The fifth, time, they actually fall asleep in his shirt. He doesn’t care. It’s comforting to feel someone against his chest, so steadily breathing. 

And everytime after that, it’s nothing new. The nightmares can’t reach them when they hear his heart beat.

…

The 10 years he was gone would be their own personal hell.