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[clarywritesthings]

Practicing Lines - Leonardo DiCaprio Imagine

Summary: You knew that agreeing to practice lines from Romeo and Juliet with your best friend Leo was a bad idea.

AN: I'm a little nervous about posting this because I haven't really written imagines before, but oh well, I'll see how it goes :)

Tell me what you think :)

„Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands - „ I force out, trying to avoid Leo's piercing blue gaze. He's looking at me like he's never looked at me before.

Of course he is - he's acting. Practicing the first interaction between Romeo and Juliet with me.

Why on earth did I agree to do this?

Because he's my best friend.

Leo and I have been best friends for years - since we met for the first time when we were seven - but lately I feel like my feelings have changed. Like friendship isn't the only thing I feel for him anymore. Which isn't good at all, because I don't want to risk ruining our friendship.

Also, I'm pretty sure that he doesn't feel the same way.

But right now it's proving really hard to convince myself of that, with him looking at me all intrigued and enticing.

„For saints have hands", I force myself to repeat, trying my very best not to loose myself in Leo's ocean-blue eyes, „that pilgrim's hands do touch; and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

I take a step back, putting some very much needed distance between Leo and me. The look in his eyes has me feeling like it'd be a good idea to just grab him and kiss him, running my fingers through his dirty-blonde hair like I've secretly been dreaming of doing for quite some time now. His hair looks like it would feel soft to my touch and his lips -

Focus, I tell myself.

But it's hard to focus as Leo closes the distance between us once again, reaching for my hand. His fingertips graze my skin and I feel a weird tingling in my hand.

„Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?", Leo recites, interlacing our fingers.

„Ay, pilgrim, lips - I'm sorry, I can't do this!", I say, hastily pulling my hand back, as if his touch has burned my skin.

„What say you, Juliet?", Leo asks, grinning, still not breaking character.

How does he do this? How on earth can he do all these romantic scenes without catching any feelings?

He's an actor, I remind myself.

This isn't real. This isn't my best friend Leo looking at me like he's finally seeing me in another light, this is Romeo Montague being absolutely captivated by Juliet Capulet.

„I can't do this, Leo, I - you - „ should really stop looking at me like that, because otherwise I might do something very stupid, like kiss you, „you're ... you're the actor, n-not me ...", I stutter, distractedly.

Get. It. Together.

„It's just ... there's a reason that you're the actor, not me", I try again, sounding a lot more focused and put-together than I actually feel.

„You're doing great, really", Leo says, smiling assuringly.

I want to say something, but I'm distracted by Leo reaching for my hand, intertwining our fingers once again. The tingling sensation I feel in my fingertips as he takes my hand in his almost overwhelms me.

„Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer", Leo says.

„Huh?!", I ask, completely caught off guard.

„Your line, Juliet", Leo says, laughing softly.

„What - oh ... right ... I - right", I mumble. Fuck, I'm a mess. A blushing, stuttering mess.

„I mean - ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

„O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair", Leo says, leaning in even closer, as if to kiss me. His warm breath grazes my skin, the sensation so overwhelming that I take another step back, until my back hits the wall.

„Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake", I say breathlessly.

„Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take", Leo replies, closing the distance between us again.

He's so close now, our lips are almost touching. I can't concentrate.

„Wh-what happens next?", I ask, looking up at him.

This time it's Leo who avoids my gaze. „I kiss y- „, he pauses, clearing his throat. „Romeo kisses Juliet", he says, voice sounding raw.

„Oh."

My heart is beating so frantically in my chest that Leo can probably hear it. Feel it even, because we're so close that our bodies are almost touching.

Leo finally looks up, bright blue eyes finding mine.

Holding my gaze, he lets go of my hand, laying his hands on my waist instead. „He - Romeo, puts his hands on her waist, pulling her flush against him", he says, doing just that.

„Then, he kisses her."

His lips graze mine.

The kiss - if I can even call it that, for it's nothing more than his lips lightly brushing mine - is over before it can really begin.

I put my hands on his chest, in a weak effort to push him away.

„No ... I - wait", I force myself to say. Everything in me aches, as I turn my face to the side.

I close my eyes, fighting back tears.

„Y/N?", Leo asks, concerned.

„I'm sorry - I just - I ... I can't do this", I say, still not looking at him.

Not like this. Not when he's just pretending. I can't do this to myself.

God, I'm so stupid. I should've known that practicing lines for a romantic scene with Leo would only end in me feeling even more miserable, desperately trying to fight my feelings for him.

„Y/N, please tell me what's wrong!", Leo exclaims.

I choke back a sob as his fingertips suddenly graze my cheek.

I can't find the strength to just push his hand away.

„Y/N?", Leo pleads.

It's nothing, really. The words are right there on the tip of my tongue, but I can't bring myself to say them.

Because this isn't nothing.

„I'm so stupid", I whisper.

„What? Y/N, please, talk to me. Please just tell me what's wrong."

Maybe it's the worry in Leo's voice. Maybe it's just because I'm tired of fighting back the tears, tired of pretending all the time. Maybe it's this damn look in his eyes, making me believe that this is real. That this wasn't just us, Leo and Y/N pretending to be Romeo and Juliet, but Leo and Y/N.

Just us. No pretending.

Whatever the reason is, I find myself saying: „I should've known, really. I mean - I know that you're one hell of an actor. But - this ... this just felt so ... real, and I - I wanted it to be real."

Did I really just say that? Oh God, I did. Why on earth did I say this?

I really am stupid.

I'm too scared to look at Leo, to see the look on his face.

He still hasn't said anything.

The silence between us seems to go on forever.

I can't ignore the uneasy feeling that's clawing its' way up my throat any longer, so I turn, wanting to break away from Leo, but his right hand is still on my waist. And just as I try to move, his other hand suddenly reaches for my wrist, holding me back in place.

„What if I wanted it to be real, too?", he says, voice almost breaking.

„Wha- „

I can't help the surprised gasp as Leo suddenly pulls me back against him, closing his hands around my waist. His blue eyes lock onto mine.

„What if I want it to be real?"

„What are you say- „

Before I can finish my sentence, Leo leans in.

And kisses me. Really kisses me.

This is no brief, innocent peck.

His lips capture mine in a hungry, almost desperate kiss.

Overcome by emotion, I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging at his hair. Fueled by the low moan Leo lets out, I run my fingers through his hair. His hair feels even softer than I'd imagined.

This almost feels too good to be true.

Leo breaks the kiss, smiling at me. Lifting up one hand, he reaches forward, tugging a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.

I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. He's just kissed me almost senselessly, yet the sensation of his fingertips touching my forehead still feels like nearly too much.

„You okay?", Leo asks.

I nod. „Yeah, it's just ... I can't believe this is really happening ... This almost feels too good to be true. I feel like I'm going to wake up any minute and realize that this was all just a dream ..."

„You know, I wanted to tell you that I just kissed you by accident - and that this is all just a dream", Leo says.

„What?!", I say horrified.

Then, I see Leo grinning and I can't help but laugh, too.

„Hey! This is nothing to joke about!", I say, shoving him playfully. Leo holds up his hands in surrender. „Yeah, you're right - but kissing you actually kinda felt too good to be true."

I'm still trying to think of a response to that - I know that Leo can be smooth, until now I just didn't realize exactly how smooth - as Leo leans forward, kissing me again.

Kissing him back, I wrap my hands around his neck again. Just as I'm about to run my fingers through his hair once more, he breaks the kiss.

I sigh frustratedly, causing Leo to laugh softly.

His bright blue eyes find mine, as he gently strokes my cheek with his fingertips. The look in his eyes makes my knees go weak, like they're made of nothing more than jelly.

Damn those ocean-blue eyes. And his ability to express so much emotion with just one look.

And to know that the emotions in his eyes are real and true, that he's not pretending -

„So, does that mean that you're gonna be my Juliet?", Leo asks me.

„I'd rather not, Romeo", I reply, teasingly.

Leo's smile falters, his eyes widening.

„I don't know about you, but I don't really feel like committing suicide come next week, just because we can't be together", I clarify.

Leo visibly relaxes. „You really had me there for a second", he says, shaking his head.

„Sorry", I say, stealing a quick kiss before reaching for his free hand, interlacing our fingers.

„Fine. What about my Y/N? My girl, Y/N?", Leo asks.

„I - „, I gulp, swallowing down my nervousness. Because with Leo looking at me like that - his gaze so full of love and admiration that my knees really feel like they're made of jelly -, there's no reason to be nervous. None at all.

„Works fine for me", I say, before leaning in again, sealing our lips in another kiss. 

[clarywritesthings]

Hello lovely people of the internet!

Exam season is starting in a few weeks for me, which naturally means that I have to find ways to procrastinate. (Ah yes, we do love some bad habits.)

So, I got the idea to start this little writing blog.

I've always wanted to try myself on some imagines and after falling down the rabbit hole that is 90s Leonardo DiCaprio content, I've got a few ideas!

You can also send me some requests if you want! :) I'll write for:

- young Leo and his characters

- Steve Harrington

- Peter Parker (the Marvel Version)

(I'm probably going to add some fandoms / characters in the future but that's it for now :))