–and they ask, is he your boyfriend? -> thoma x gn!celeb!reader
syn: you're a famous celebrity on the red carpet, signing for fans until you encounter a certain someone...
/ cute stuff, fluff???, kisses (ish), modern au, lower case intended, not proof read, pet names? (angel, love)
/ i'm back (like anybody cares) (the last time i posted a fic was almost a year ago) (idek what happened to me nd my crush) (lol not rlly they gave me a love letter earlier today) (valentines special??? lol)
the lights are bright enough to blur your vision; if you were new to this industry that is. walking on the red carpet, the fans scream your name and all eyes are on you. you're all too familiar, really. and of course, with fame comes with its own hurdles— like people prying into your personal life, invading general privacy or trying to figure out who the hell you may or may not be dating.
of no surprises, there's fans and other people on the barricades sticking out arms with items for you to sign. plenty of people screaming you, your name and whatever they can to catch your attention. nobody in particular catches your eye as you approached and signed their items with a smile, until you see him.
his endearing green eyes, charming smile— and who else would it be, none other than thoma? you adore him like nothing and nobody more. he's like the honey to your bitter tea, making everything better.
at this point, you've signed plenty of things. books, posters, even some people's phone cases or something. fans will always find a way to make your brain spin, don't they?
thoma smiles right at you, his hand out with a simple novel. "angel!" he blurts out with a silly lovestruck grin, "how have you been?" thoma asks, succeeding at painting a silly grin on your lips.
— he's your rock, staying with you all times. through now, then and every second he can in the counting future.
thoma looks at you with equal adoration, his eyes crinkling into a smile. "better," you responded with a quiet chuckle.
with the marker you held and signed a plenty of items with, you took the novel and signed it. thoma acts as though he was a regular fan, and not like your boyfriend.
looking upon the book before giving it back, it was one of those silly romance-centric works. cute little rom-com with no hopes and dreams crushed! wow. you could describe your dearest thoma that way, no? unapologetically loving, and all too generous.
very generous. and very sappy.
much so as he pulls you in with a smile, your heart fluttering upon a simple kiss on the amidst the flashing lights. cameras everywhere catch the moment as you shimmy off thoma with a laugh— "hey love, hey- not here!" you said in a whispery tone, gently rubbing your cheek.
your attention goes on elsewhere; you continue down the scarlet path, and like all events, reach the entrance to disappear into the depths of these rich companies and their events. you bid goodbye to those who border the barricades, walking in within the walls of many could only dream of coming inside.
all the while you enjoy your party and wine that would cost the regular person a lung, you encounter more people. interviewers, people with practically hearts in their eyes and the soft chatter of other around you.
the night is relatively peaceful after that, thankfully. nothing irregular could happen after, surely.
— what a ruckus you have made.
peace or chaos, whatever it is, it's basically a whole phenomena the day tomorrow. you wake up to posts about you and thoma, and that little cheek kiss he gave you the previous few hours before.
no wonder your phone's been blowing up all night and day. what is happening to the world?
"love? did you check twitter?" you asked thoma later that day, tilting your head in slight confusion. you're not exactly sure what's going on in the internet as of current...
"yeah, i said i was your boyfriend." thoma continued as he chuckled, "your fans just need you to confirm it."
note;; wowowow after a decade (10 months) and a difficult period in my life (i was just too busy) i finally post smth !!! wow. aaaaaa this was js to my get writing going again, i hope to post moree
'wow, this is a pain i've never felt before!' -> alhaitham x (former) rival!reader
syn: ever since you and alhaitham got over your rivalry, you find yourself crying and laughing in his arms.
/ gn!reader, fluff, hurt to comfort?, lowercase intended, ooc alhaitham i think, reader crying, mentions of alcohol/being drunk, not proof read, implied that alhaitham is in reader's home, english is not my first language, first fic (?).
/ title and last sentence (the ones in quotes) are follow ups of each other. the sentences are very 'light work, no reaction' to 'woah... yeah, it's got a little kick...'
you and alhaitham, to put it short, are similar in different ways. ways that annoyed you with one another before, now becomes the foundation of your silly little redemption arc.
you weren't the most sober.
that day, no, you weren't crying. just tired and drunk, stumbling out from the local tavern by the adventurers guild. who asks for forgiveness in the middle of the night, waddling home?
you, but not in the best state. after a sentence from alhaitham about your dumb 'rivalry', you vividly remember hugging him and saying 'i love you'. not that you're gonna say it any time soon, lest you and him get together.
maybe when you get over your stubbornness and sarcasm. which is happening, right... now.
alhaitham sits on your couch, having you huddled on his chest – sobbing for unknown reasons. saying things like 'i love you', or 'thank you' mindlessly isn't something alhaitham knows you opt to do.
he doesn't really know what to do; he's just there. patting your head and comforting you while you weep about something he doesn't know or understand.
"i love you," you continued, for the fourth time – as counted by alhaitham.
he's just trying to wrap his head around why or what you're crying about. nonetheless, alhaitham cradles you for as long as he can.
in your mind, everything is a blur. a dream or something you can't believe – did i really tell him 'i love you' that night?
you're confused. you hope he doesn't let go and leave you be in tears, hope he understands that you don't really know how to apologize.
"i'm sorry."
"i love you."
"thank you, alhaitham."
between your words is a small chuckle. are you happy that you love him? that he hasn't left?
his touch relieves you of your problems. temporarily, before you go back to quietly weeping.
maybe, just maybe you both can get used to this. together, holding one in their arms and conveying affection without words.
eventually, through alhaitham's few hums of attention and his comforting hold, you fall asleep with fresh tears.
the one person who you thought you'd black out in one punch is where you black out in tears, soon enough. he's happy you trust him, just stubborn about admitting it. you get that, but of course you'll say something about it.
alhaitham couldn't stop you from crying, but he's happy to return you to your bed and leave you a kiss to the forehead.
he also leaves a small sticky note on a book he'd lent you a few years back as students of the akademiya. yes, you didn't return it.
'[name], good morning or whatever time it is when you read this. i love you too, i'm also sorry, and i want to say thank you as well.
don't ask me to be sappy, you won't get anything out of me.
—alhaitham.'
says the note, but when you walked by him this afternoon, alhaitham took you in for a hug mindlessly. just like how mindlessly you cried the evening before.
"...you said i wouldn't get anything sappy," you asked, arms around his torso as you process his embrace.
alhaitham scoffs slightly; "you didn't."
"infront of scholars?"
"..."
"that's what i thought."
you spent the day with alhaitham afterwards, definitely not doing pda. totally not.
it's weird. '–um, i didn't expect that.'
/ hi me again. reblogs would be greatly appreciated !! :> ♡
–and they ask, is he your boyfriend? -> thoma x gn!celeb!reader
syn: you're a famous celebrity on the red carpet, signing for fans until you encounter a certain someone...
/ cute stuff, fluff???, kisses (ish), modern au, lower case intended, not proof read, pet names? (angel, love)
/ i'm back (like anybody cares) (the last time i posted a fic was almost a year ago) (idek what happened to me nd my crush) (lol not rlly they gave me a love letter earlier today) (valentines special??? lol)
the lights are bright enough to blur your vision; if you were new to this industry that is. walking on the red carpet, the fans scream your name and all eyes are on you. you're all too familiar, really. and of course, with fame comes with its own hurdles— like people prying into your personal life, invading general privacy or trying to figure out who the hell you may or may not be dating.
of no surprises, there's fans and other people on the barricades sticking out arms with items for you to sign. plenty of people screaming you, your name and whatever they can to catch your attention. nobody in particular catches your eye as you approached and signed their items with a smile, until you see him.
his endearing green eyes, charming smile— and who else would it be, none other than thoma? you adore him like nothing and nobody more. he's like the honey to your bitter tea, making everything better.
at this point, you've signed plenty of things. books, posters, even some people's phone cases or something. fans will always find a way to make your brain spin, don't they?
thoma smiles right at you, his hand out with a simple novel. "angel!" he blurts out with a silly lovestruck grin, "how have you been?" thoma asks, succeeding at painting a silly grin on your lips.
— he's your rock, staying with you all times. through now, then and every second he can in the counting future.
thoma looks at you with equal adoration, his eyes crinkling into a smile. "better," you responded with a quiet chuckle.
with the marker you held and signed a plenty of items with, you took the novel and signed it. thoma acts as though he was a regular fan, and not like your boyfriend.
looking upon the book before giving it back, it was one of those silly romance-centric works. cute little rom-com with no hopes and dreams crushed! wow. you could describe your dearest thoma that way, no? unapologetically loving, and all too generous.
very generous. and very sappy.
much so as he pulls you in with a smile, your heart fluttering upon a simple kiss on the amidst the flashing lights. cameras everywhere catch the moment as you shimmy off thoma with a laugh— "hey love, hey- not here!" you said in a whispery tone, gently rubbing your cheek.
your attention goes on elsewhere; you continue down the scarlet path, and like all events, reach the entrance to disappear into the depths of these rich companies and their events. you bid goodbye to those who border the barricades, walking in within the walls of many could only dream of coming inside.
all the while you enjoy your party and wine that would cost the regular person a lung, you encounter more people. interviewers, people with practically hearts in their eyes and the soft chatter of other around you.
the night is relatively peaceful after that, thankfully. nothing irregular could happen after, surely.
— what a ruckus you have made.
peace or chaos, whatever it is, it's basically a whole phenomena the day tomorrow. you wake up to posts about you and thoma, and that little cheek kiss he gave you the previous few hours before.
no wonder your phone's been blowing up all night and day. what is happening to the world?
"love? did you check twitter?" you asked thoma later that day, tilting your head in slight confusion. you're not exactly sure what's going on in the internet as of current...
"yeah, i said i was your boyfriend." thoma continued as he chuckled, "your fans just need you to confirm it."
note;; wowowow after a decade (10 months) and a difficult period in my life (i was just too busy) i finally post smth !!! wow. aaaaaa this was js to my get writing going again, i hope to post moree
'wow, this is a pain i've never felt before!' -> alhaitham x (former) rival!reader
syn: ever since you and alhaitham got over your rivalry, you find yourself crying and laughing in his arms.
/ gn!reader, fluff, hurt to comfort?, lowercase intended, ooc alhaitham i think, reader crying, mentions of alcohol/being drunk, not proof read, implied that alhaitham is in reader's home, english is not my first language, first fic (?).
/ title and last sentence (the ones in quotes) are follow ups of each other. the sentences are very 'light work, no reaction' to 'woah... yeah, it's got a little kick...'
you and alhaitham, to put it short, are similar in different ways. ways that annoyed you with one another before, now becomes the foundation of your silly little redemption arc.
you weren't the most sober.
that day, no, you weren't crying. just tired and drunk, stumbling out from the local tavern by the adventurers guild. who asks for forgiveness in the middle of the night, waddling home?
you, but not in the best state. after a sentence from alhaitham about your dumb 'rivalry', you vividly remember hugging him and saying 'i love you'. not that you're gonna say it any time soon, lest you and him get together.
maybe when you get over your stubbornness and sarcasm. which is happening, right... now.
alhaitham sits on your couch, having you huddled on his chest – sobbing for unknown reasons. saying things like 'i love you', or 'thank you' mindlessly isn't something alhaitham knows you opt to do.
he doesn't really know what to do; he's just there. patting your head and comforting you while you weep about something he doesn't know or understand.
"i love you," you continued, for the fourth time – as counted by alhaitham.
he's just trying to wrap his head around why or what you're crying about. nonetheless, alhaitham cradles you for as long as he can.
in your mind, everything is a blur. a dream or something you can't believe – did i really tell him 'i love you' that night?
you're confused. you hope he doesn't let go and leave you be in tears, hope he understands that you don't really know how to apologize.
"i'm sorry."
"i love you."
"thank you, alhaitham."
between your words is a small chuckle. are you happy that you love him? that he hasn't left?
his touch relieves you of your problems. temporarily, before you go back to quietly weeping.
maybe, just maybe you both can get used to this. together, holding one in their arms and conveying affection without words.
eventually, through alhaitham's few hums of attention and his comforting hold, you fall asleep with fresh tears.
the one person who you thought you'd black out in one punch is where you black out in tears, soon enough. he's happy you trust him, just stubborn about admitting it. you get that, but of course you'll say something about it.
alhaitham couldn't stop you from crying, but he's happy to return you to your bed and leave you a kiss to the forehead.
he also leaves a small sticky note on a book he'd lent you a few years back as students of the akademiya. yes, you didn't return it.
'[name], good morning or whatever time it is when you read this. i love you too, i'm also sorry, and i want to say thank you as well.
don't ask me to be sappy, you won't get anything out of me.
—alhaitham.'
says the note, but when you walked by him this afternoon, alhaitham took you in for a hug mindlessly. just like how mindlessly you cried the evening before.
"...you said i wouldn't get anything sappy," you asked, arms around his torso as you process his embrace.
alhaitham scoffs slightly; "you didn't."
"infront of scholars?"
"..."
"that's what i thought."
you spent the day with alhaitham afterwards, definitely not doing pda. totally not.
it's weird. '–um, i didn't expect that.'
/ hi me again. reblogs would be greatly appreciated !! :> ♡
'wow, this is a pain i've never felt before!' -> alhaitham x (former) rival!reader
syn: ever since you and alhaitham got over your rivalry, you find yourself crying and laughing in his arms.
/ gn!reader, fluff, hurt to comfort?, lowercase intended, ooc alhaitham i think, reader crying, mentions of alcohol/being drunk, not proof read, implied that alhaitham is in reader's home, english is not my first language, first fic (?).
/ title and last sentence (the ones in quotes) are follow ups of each other. the sentences are very 'light work, no reaction' to 'woah... yeah, it's got a little kick...'
you and alhaitham, to put it short, are similar in different ways. ways that annoyed you with one another before, now becomes the foundation of your silly little redemption arc.
you weren't the most sober.
that day, no, you weren't crying. just tired and drunk, stumbling out from the local tavern by the adventurers guild. who asks for forgiveness in the middle of the night, waddling home?
you, but not in the best state. after a sentence from alhaitham about your dumb 'rivalry', you vividly remember hugging him and saying 'i love you'. not that you're gonna say it any time soon, lest you and him get together.
maybe when you get over your stubbornness and sarcasm. which is happening, right... now.
alhaitham sits on your couch, having you huddled on his chest – sobbing for unknown reasons. saying things like 'i love you', or 'thank you' mindlessly isn't something alhaitham knows you opt to do.
he doesn't really know what to do; he's just there. patting your head and comforting you while you weep about something he doesn't know or understand.
"i love you," you continued, for the fourth time – as counted by alhaitham.
he's just trying to wrap his head around why or what you're crying about. nonetheless, alhaitham cradles you for as long as he can.
in your mind, everything is a blur. a dream or something you can't believe – did i really tell him 'i love you' that night?
you're confused. you hope he doesn't let go and leave you be in tears, hope he understands that you don't really know how to apologize.
"i'm sorry."
"i love you."
"thank you, alhaitham."
between your words is a small chuckle. are you happy that you love him? that he hasn't left?
his touch relieves you of your problems. temporarily, before you go back to quietly weeping.
maybe, just maybe you both can get used to this. together, holding one in their arms and conveying affection without words.
eventually, through alhaitham's few hums of attention and his comforting hold, you fall asleep with fresh tears.
the one person who you thought you'd black out in one punch is where you black out in tears, soon enough. he's happy you trust him, just stubborn about admitting it. you get that, but of course you'll say something about it.
alhaitham couldn't stop you from crying, but he's happy to return you to your bed and leave you a kiss to the forehead.
he also leaves a small sticky note on a book he'd lent you a few years back as students of the akademiya. yes, you didn't return it.
'[name], good morning or whatever time it is when you read this. i love you too, i'm also sorry, and i want to say thank you as well.
don't ask me to be sappy, you won't get anything out of me.
—alhaitham.'
says the note, but when you walked by him this afternoon, alhaitham took you in for a hug mindlessly. just like how mindlessly you cried the evening before.
"...you said i wouldn't get anything sappy," you asked, arms around his torso as you process his embrace.
alhaitham scoffs slightly; "you didn't."
"infront of scholars?"
"..."
"that's what i thought."
you spent the day with alhaitham afterwards, definitely not doing pda. totally not.
it's weird. '–um, i didn't expect that.'
/ hi me again. reblogs would be greatly appreciated !! :> ♡
'wow, this is a pain i've never felt before!' -> alhaitham x (former) rival!reader
syn: ever since you and alhaitham got over your rivalry, you find yourself crying and laughing in his arms.
/ gn!reader, fluff, hurt to comfort?, lowercase intended, ooc alhaitham i think, reader crying, mentions of alcohol/being drunk, not proof read, implied that alhaitham is in reader's home, english is not my first language, first fic (?).
/ title and last sentence (the ones in quotes) are follow ups of each other. the sentences are very 'light work, no reaction' to 'woah... yeah, it's got a little kick...'
you and alhaitham, to put it short, are similar in different ways. ways that annoyed you with one another before, now becomes the foundation of your silly little redemption arc.
you weren't the most sober.
that day, no, you weren't crying. just tired and drunk, stumbling out from the local tavern by the adventurers guild. who asks for forgiveness in the middle of the night, waddling home?
you, but not in the best state. after a sentence from alhaitham about your dumb 'rivalry', you vividly remember hugging him and saying 'i love you'. not that you're gonna say it any time soon, lest you and him get together.
maybe when you get over your stubbornness and sarcasm. which is happening, right... now.
alhaitham sits on your couch, having you huddled on his chest – sobbing for unknown reasons. saying things like 'i love you', or 'thank you' mindlessly isn't something alhaitham knows you opt to do.
he doesn't really know what to do; he's just there. patting your head and comforting you while you weep about something he doesn't know or understand.
"i love you," you continued, for the fourth time – as counted by alhaitham.
he's just trying to wrap his head around why or what you're crying about. nonetheless, alhaitham cradles you for as long as he can.
in your mind, everything is a blur. a dream or something you can't believe – did i really tell him 'i love you' that night?
you're confused. you hope he doesn't let go and leave you be in tears, hope he understands that you don't really know how to apologize.
"i'm sorry."
"i love you."
"thank you, alhaitham."
between your words is a small chuckle. are you happy that you love him? that he hasn't left?
his touch relieves you of your problems. temporarily, before you go back to quietly weeping.
maybe, just maybe you both can get used to this. together, holding one in their arms and conveying affection without words.
eventually, through alhaitham's few hums of attention and his comforting hold, you fall asleep with fresh tears.
the one person who you thought you'd black out in one punch is where you black out in tears, soon enough. he's happy you trust him, just stubborn about admitting it. you get that, but of course you'll say something about it.
alhaitham couldn't stop you from crying, but he's happy to return you to your bed and leave you a kiss to the forehead.
he also leaves a small sticky note on a book he'd lent you a few years back as students of the akademiya. yes, you didn't return it.
'[name], good morning or whatever time it is when you read this. i love you too, i'm also sorry, and i want to say thank you as well.
don't ask me to be sappy, you won't get anything out of me.
—alhaitham.'
says the note, but when you walked by him this afternoon, alhaitham took you in for a hug mindlessly. just like how mindlessly you cried the evening before.
"...you said i wouldn't get anything sappy," you asked, arms around his torso as you process his embrace.
alhaitham scoffs slightly; "you didn't."
"infront of scholars?"
"..."
"that's what i thought."
you spent the day with alhaitham afterwards, definitely not doing pda. totally not.
it's weird. '–um, i didn't expect that.'
/ hi me again. reblogs would be greatly appreciated !! :> ♡
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