hiya! do you have any more fake dating aus? I've read all the ones in the tag! if possible with pining lance or lance pov but if not thats fine (also id prefer if its completed but i understand it might be hard to find one that is so its totally fine if not) thank you guys so much for this account i appreciate it so much!
thank you for being considerate <33 slightly unrelated, but I love seeing an old post getting a random note, like how did you get there?? - Vallie
- here’s a leorai fic i wrote because our tag is much too empty. this is set in an alternate world where they’re human, and karai works as a bartender. can’t decide if i want them to be secret ninjas or not, so that’s up to you while you read haha -
“I’ll take another one.” He lazily waved his hand, while his other one worked to hold up his head.
“Here ya go.” She passed him his drink, and smirked a little as their hands touched.
“You’re a very beautiful woman.” The words came out jumbled together. His mind was fuzzy and things weren’t quite making sense anymore. In other words… Leonardo was very much wasted.
“Thanks sweetheart.” She cocked her hip and watched as he took another sip, some drops missing his mouth and sliding down his chin. The tucked in button-up he walked in wearing now had a few buttons undone, and one collar completely up in the air. His hair was ruffled and his calm demeanor gone. She wondered what must of happened to him. But judging by the way he chugged his drink, it was certainly nothing good.
“You’re only talking to me so I’ll give you a good tip, aren’t you.” His blue eyes stared right at her.
“That’s right.” She spoke bluntly.
This caused the man to chuckle to himself, and as she watched him, she realized she was thinking how cute he was.
“Yeahhhh. Of course you are. I mean, I guess I’m only talking to you because you’re distracting me from Chloe. I mean, I would’ve, you know, probably talked like this to ANYBODY that was behind that counter tonight. Seriously. But damn… did I pick a great night to harass a bartender.” He let out a huge grin and put the empty cup on the counter.
She let out a genuine laugh and watched as his smile only grew larger at the sound of it.
“This Chloe girl your ex?”
“Yeah. Yeah they do. Also sucks when your dad won’t leave you alone with questions about the,” hiccup, “break-up.”
“Yeah. I definitely can’t imagine it would.”
“Can I have another-”
“Nope.” She placed her hand on his. “I’m cutting you off.”
“Wow. You must care about me then, huh? You know I’ve found in life it’s always the things people do that make you angriest, that show they care the most. It’s when you wanna, you know, just get so pissed off. That’s when you know they’re doin’ you a favor.”
“I guess yeah. I could agree with that. Not the only reason I’m cutting you off though.” She winked.
“What’s your name?”
The random and abrupt change in conversation took her off guard for a moment.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I think you’re really cute. And I’m just so embarrassed that you’re seein me like this. I mean, what a fucked up first impression. And I wanna come back and meet you again when I’m not acting like a douchebag flirting with the beautiful woman behind the counter.”
The gesture was sweet. And normally, she wouldn’t of given a guy like this so many chances. And normally, she wouldn’t even think twice about not giving him her name. But something about him, maybe it was the way he dressed, the slight messiness of his hair, or the look in his eyes; made her drawn to him. And gave her a good feeling that he wasn’t just another ‘douchebag flirting with the beautiful woman behind the counter.’“
"Hey you got somebody to bring you home?”
“Yeah. Yeah I called my brother he’s gonna come get me. Dammit I’m such a mess you must hate me.”
She smiled and walked around to the other side of the counter.
“Here, lemme walk you out. You got all your stuff?”
She put her arm around his back, noting the strength of his muscles. He grabbed on to her tightly, but she was surprised by how gentlemen like he was with touching her, given his mental state at the moment.
As they exited the building and approached Raphael’s car, Karai stopped walking and turned to face him.
“Thanks so much. You’ve been so nice-”
“My name is Karai.”
He stared blankly for a moment, and then his face immediately turned into happiness. He smiled again and she couldn’t help but giggle as his cheeks turned red.
“Thank you. Seriously thank you. I’m definitely gonna come see you again I mean it I-” clearing his throat “I’m Leonardo. And it’s been such a goddamn pleasure to meet you.”
Hey! Random question here cuz you're somehow the only (lgbt) Canadian I'm following ^^ I plan to go to Canada next year and wanted to ask, how are Canadians and/or the lgbt community there towards foreigners? Like, is it easy to get to know new people? I've never been outside of Europe before so I'm a bit scared cuz I don't know the people there ^^~ thx and have a gay day ♡
yo downtown vancouver is where its at.
It’s super LGBT friendly! We legalized gay marriage 10 years before America and it’s not uncommon to see LGBT couples everywhere (sometimes with dogs and kids!).
That feeling when you’re reading a book and maybe it’s a love scene, or maybe it’s a character learning something about him or herself, or maybe it’s something that you’ve always thought but never knew anyone else thought or felt that way too, and your whole body grows warm and tingly and there are tears in your eyes… that. That’s why I read. To feel. To connect. To understand. To have my whole body warmed while I forget to breathe.
do you ever think about how when even was manic he said 'we're so going to get married' and then when he was depressed he said 'in another universe we're together for all eternity' and cry
I cry more about what that turned into actually??? They started off talking on such a grand scale, “man of my life” and “married” and “eternity”, and while that might be romantic… I feel like that didn’t serve Even particularly well? If you’re living life as a film, you might make the big gesture and let the curtain fall. If you’re living life thinking of all the parallel universes, you can comfort yourself that one of them is getting it ‘right’. What I really loved about season three was that it wasn’t too precious about anything, Isak and Even enjoyed all the talk about the infinite and du er mannen i mitt liv but it wasn’t what ended up actually meaning the most to them.
What wound up being the most important thing was you and me and this bed and now. And then ‘move in with me because I want you and your dirty socks and your elbow next to mine on the kitchen table’. The everyday, every day. The “now” means more to me than any hypothetical forever and they’re giving everything they could right at this minute. That’s what gets me more than anything with them, seeing them take such good care of each other because they aren’t counting on anything else. Because life is…