Assassin's Creed | Reader

AU! Ezio x Reader [ 1 day, 4 weeks, 3 months ]

Ever had a long distance relationship before?

No?

Me neither

Wish people could really make a instruction manual on how to keep calm during a long distance relationship. And I'm not talking about me being in Idaho and him being in like New York. I'm talking about me being in (State/country you live in) and him being in Italy. Pretty far I guess.  

How this relationship came to be was so...sudden and odd that I didn't think it was actually happening. To make it short and sweet, me and my friends got together to celebrate another friends birthday. Went to dinner and then to the movies, which is actually where we met. I know. You would expect these kind of stories to start out with like us meeting in some club or party. But no. It was at the movies, I was actually getting up to get yet another tub of popcorn for the gang. Apparently 2 large tubs of popcorn split between 4 girls wasn't gonna cut it.

Anyway, went to get the popcorn and just as I was turning the corner I ran into probably one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen face to face. He had long dark hair pulled back into a pony tail, facial hair around his jaw and the most gorgeous brown eyes. He seemed older then me, but not that much older to which he could be my dad.  

The popcorn bucket went tumbling to the ground, kernels flying everywhere. He was already saying something, bending down to pick up the bucket, rubbing the back of his head. I was the idiot who just stood there and stared, probably red as a tomato. He had this accent too...Italian. And it made my heart wobble a bit.

It wasn't until he said his name that I actually began to function somewhat normally again.

"My name is Ezio Auditore"

And you know what I said?

"I'm Corny-shit I mean-no not corny shit I...I'm (F/Name and L/Name)"

Alright so that wasn't short and it seems corny as fuck but like...that's how it started. I believe he laughed after my lame intro. We started talking...I missed the rest of the movie at that point, and left with some guys phone number in my phone.

It took me a whole week to actually text the man. But when I sent that first text, it was bliss after. The two texts a day turned into 5, then 10, then staying up all night just to talk on the phone. We planned dates, went to the park...he took me to his friends art show which was the whole reason he was in town for. It took him 3 dates to kiss me, and 3 more dates for me to kiss him. 2 months to say we liked each other a lot. 4 months to confirm we were indeed boyfriend and girlfriend. At 7 months he was sleeping in my apartment, in my bed with me.

Hours and hours of us talking, he spoke to me in Italian for 20 minutes before realizing it. I didn't stop him though, even if I couldn't understand most of it.

It took only 1 month after for him to tell me he had to go back home soon. 3 weeks later I was standing in the airport kissing him goodbye and forcing myself not to cry. And now I'm counting down the days to which we'll see each other again. Not for another 3 months, which might not seem long but for me...it was like a life time.

ANNNNNDDDD after that long explanation, it comes down to what is happening now. Me sitting in my living room, cuddled in my big old puffy blanket staring down at my phone. I usually re-read his texts when I miss him. And I miss him...a lot. It drives me crazy sometimes, not being able to hug him every day like before. I was lucky, to even run into him during the time he was here, which considering was a very long time. But I guess he was only here for as long as his friends art show was here.

I sigh for what feels like the hundredth time that evening before falling backwards onto the couch, and turning into a fluffy burrito blanket while the bright screen of my phone shines into my face. I could be doing anything else, cleaning the house or putting pants on...but I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to hear his voice or just read his words. A thousand thoughts pop into my head, about how maybe he is getting bored of me. Maybe he has someone else at home. How do I know he doesn't have someone else at home and I'm not some side bitch.

Fuck that I'm no side bitch. I'm the main bitch.

He had confirmed there was no one else, that's he's been single for months, almost a whole year. Last girlfriend he had didn't exactly end well...he didn't go into detail. I don't know if it was because it was a bad break up or...a really bad break up.

But, you gotta think sometimes...this guy lives in Italy and I don't. I don't know if he's telling the truth. What if Ezio is actually married or something, has a kid and a really nice wife and I'm the stupid popcorn girl that freaking somehow ruined this family by getting this hot guy to go on a date with me. I mean, we've been dating for almost a year, I shouldn't be thinking like this. I should be trusting of him, I should know that Ezio is telling the truth and that there was no way that could happen....

But there's that part of my brain screaming YEAH BUT WHAT IF!!!!

Sometimes those thoughts get so loud, and so sad and-

*ding*

My eyes flew down to my phone, not even realizing I had been staring intensely at the chair across from me.

I sit up, a smile spreading across my face at the message.

Hello my dear, are you awake?

My thumbs never moved so fast in that instance.

Yeah, of course. I don't sleep, sleep is for the weak.

And thus all those thoughts I had just moments ago seemed to turn into thin air.

We spent 7 hours talking for the rest of the evening, and then 1 day of skyping.

4 weeks of saying we loved each other.

And then 3 months later I was back in his arms.

Authors Note

Heyyyyy look a new story. I know right it's amazing. I actually did what I said what I was gonna do.

To be honest it was gonna be something a bit different, but I had just read this cute comic today about a long distance relation ship and thought why not. Please excuse the lack of Italian words and whatnot, I really wanted this story to be more about the readers thoughts and feelings. I think. IDK my Ezio stories are always a little rough, anything involving foreign language stuff is hard. I can barely speak English guys, I can turn easy shit into the hardest thing I swear.

But I hope you guys like it. There might be a new chapter of BP coming out today if I an finish it. I've forgotten how relaxing writing can be compared to my relaxing method of drawing.

Enjoy. Have a great morning/night!