The sand of the beach was of a prefect cream color. It got darker as it neared the water. Where the light waves touched the sand, it was a pretty dark shade. The shells and stones were colorful points. You had always liked to pick some of them up and inspect them. The awesomely warm water was turquoise and you could sit in it like forever and never freeze. It was the perfect Caribbean dream.
But the best part in it was, that you weren’t alone.
Elijah’s strong back muscles flexed when he swam. His arms parted the water. You imagined how these arms felt like when he wrapped them around you and his gentle hands touching your skin.
You lay on your sun bed and had a book in your hand but you definitely were distracted by your boyfriends sight. Never had you thought that watching someone swim could be arousing. But with Elijah everything was possible.
It has been a year since you started your affair. Both you knew that it wasn’t an affair anymore, it had become something more. But none of you spoke those magical three words. You weren’t bothered by it, because you just wanted to enjoy his company, however long it takes.
How you met was oddly normal. The two of you hadn’t had a history going deep back in time. You were a vampire for a couple of centuries now and you lived quite normally for that. Until you moved to New Orleans and met the noble Original. Of course you sometimes got sucked in into his family business but for most of the time you tried to stay out of his business. That was something Elijah admired about you. You meant normality for him. A hideout from all the torment that followed him the whole day.
You were overwhelmed with joy when he told you that he needed some days off, that he wanted to be far away for some time. Of course it had its perks that he owned a Bahamas island. They were alone, aside from some house personnel that came early in the morning and left in the afternoon. You could see how he started to relax here, how it took his mind off all the cruelty back home. You definitely had to do things like this more often. Maybe Paris next time…
When he stepped out of the water that beautifully shone in the sunlight, you were ripped out of your thoughts. Your eyes roamed his body, you inspected his perfectly build chest intensity before letting your gaze wander downwards. There was quite too much clothing covering him, you noted, even though he just wore swimming trunks.
He grinned in amusement when he noticed you staring at him. When he reached you, he leaned down and hovered over you, his arms propping next to your head.
“Do you like what you see?”
His voice was a rough whisper, but you broke his seriousness with crossing your arms in front of your chest and playing shocked.
“Actually, you’re blocking the sun out. So no, I don’t like what I see.”
He chuckled and placed a kiss on your cheek.
“Why do you bother? You can’t get tanned.”
“But I like the feeling of the sun on my skin.”
Checking he looked around, to see if someone was watching us. That was quite a habit of him. Then he leaned down again and kissed her passionately.
“I bet you like the feeling of my skin on your better.”
You laughed when he began to kiss your neck playfully, he even placed small bites. It was simply perfect the way it was now. You two were so happy, none of you wanted to go back into reality.
He made you open your eyes again and you directly met his. The seriousness was gone, but what you could see was pure love.
“Thank you. Thank you for helping me getting my mind off everything.”
It made you smile widely. You cupped his cheeks with your hands and kissed him again.
“You’re welcome. I just hope this could never end.”
“Me too. And maybe there will be a time in future where it won’t have to end.”
You knew that it was his way of telling you that he wanted to have a future with you and it made you happier than anything else could. Right now you were sure that you could spend eternity with him. And maybe your wish could be fulfilled.
Headcanon of how babe handles Bones being sick. Also congrats on 500!!!
(Sorry about the wait. I have a nasty head cold so I just took a 4 hour nap. I relate Bones, I relate.)
-You’re definitely shocked at first. You would’ve never thought that your boyfriend, Mr. Clean himself, would’ve caught a common cold.
-When he refused to get out of bed, you knew something was up. He had kicked off all the blankets, claiming he was hot, and he sounded congested. It was easy to diagnose him, since you had had many colds yourself, which meant you were also an expert on treating them. Well, not treating them, but softening the symptoms. Like your dad always said, “You can either not treat your cold and get over in 10 days, or take medicine and get over it in a week and a half.”
-When you told Leonard you had gotten both of you the day off, he instantly got up and protested, insisting he was okay. He was tripping over his own feet as he tried to put both legs in his pants. You had to force him back into bed, threatening to tie him up if he didn’t sit still.
-After he finally relaxed, you spent your time replicating soup, grabbing medicine, and dabbing at his sweating forehead with a wet towel. He complained constantly about his pulsing sinuses and his clogged nose, which made him talk funny. You only laughed at him, feeling proud that you weren’t the sick one this time.
-For the most part, Leonard slept the day away, occasionally waking for more food or to go to the bathroom. Other than that, he stayed in bed, tangled in the bed sheets, hair disheveled, and pillow lines marking his skin. He was embarrassed about his state, but you thought it was the greatest thing. You especially loved the scruff that grew over the days, having never experienced it before since he never let it grow on the ship.
-You moved to the couch for a while, refusing to get into bed with him in fear of getting the cold yourself, since your immune system seemed to attract colds then repel them. Still, Leonard managed to tug you into the bed on more than one occasion, claiming that if the two of you spoon instead of sleeping face to face, it wouldn’t effect you.
-Somewhere in your brain, you knew his claim was complete horse shit, but you ignored your brain and spent a few hours with him pressed against your back. As expected, his cold went away nine days later, and he became the old Leonard again.
-Also, as expected, you got the cold in return, and Leonard apologized profusely, saying he wasn’t thinking straight while he was sick. There were pros to your sickness though. Since Leonard had already had the cold, it meant you could cuddle him as much as you wanted, and he wouldn’t get it again.
Just wondering are you a Virginia and do you have a bf?? I'm wondering because tour an amazing writer and you write in detail that makes it sound like you have experienced the stuff in your imagines before
I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never experienced anything sexual. I’ve never gone anywhere in terms of “stages” with a boy, at all. I’ve been that way for 19-years so I don’t need it anytime soon, haha. When the right guy comes along, then, we’ll see what happens. xx
There is more to life than him. There are cafes on cozy city corners with vintage chandeliers and that waiter that always smiles at you when you order a chai latte. There are christmas trees that shine through apartment windows and that seventy year old couple across the hall who walk around the park at 9:30 every morning. Rainy Thursdays when you’re awoken by the patter of rain on your roof and Sunday nights when the week is yours to conquer. There’s swimming in the ocean at dusk when the sky is pink and the saltwater is warm. There’s sweet wine to drink with your best friends and karaoke songs to butcher with any willing participant. There are bubble baths after a long day and a clean bed with fresh sheets. There are adventures waiting in some far off country and a boy who will look at you one day like you’re the only person in the damn world. There is more to life than heartbreak.
clingy and annoying doesn’t bother me when it’s from the right person, i literally do not mind if my boyfriend sends me a picture of a car he likes at 3am even if I’m not really into cars, his first thought was ‘i know imma send that to my girlfriend’ and yes i love that shit
“how did you know that it was over? that you should leave him?”, she asks her best friend.
“simple. i asked myself two questions: do i love him? and, does he make me happy?”
“yes, yes i love him. but no, he doesn’t make me happy. and just being in love with someone isn’t enough. if that someone can’t make you happy, all the love in the world can’t help you. you will just end up destroying yourself for someone who isn’t even worth it.”
e.s. // all the love in the world can’t help you.
I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad.
Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me.
Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last.
I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.
I know that’s weird, but that’s what you love about me. You love how much I love you. Because yes. I love you way too much. More than anyone deserves to be loved. But I can’t help it. You make normal love hard. You make me psycho-love you.
Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. The kisses, the “I miss you” hugs, the cuddling, the love. Everything about falling in love is what makes a person remember how great it feels to have butterflies in your stomach and to have your heart beat so fast that your chest is going to explode. Being in love with someone is amazing. But being in love with your best friend, god that is fucking the best thing I could ever ask for. Being in love with the person that makes you laugh so hard that you nearly have snot coming out your right nostril and makes your stomach turn inside out. Being in love with the person that you share secrets with and gossip about people with, the person that says “fuck her baby, she don’t know a damn thing” kind of best friend. The person that you can lay next to at night and can’t sleep until 3 am because you were talking about how people can’t learn their damn differences between they’re, their, and there, and then laugh about it. The person that you argue with about what kind of food you want to eat, or who’s going to be the one to get up from the bed and turn off the light. The person that you can lick their face and they won’t look back at you with a confused face, but sticks their finger up your nose. The person that won’t only being the shoulder to cry on, but the shoulder that will bring you back up and make you stronger than before. The person that will tell you whats wrong and whats bothering them instead of being distant and ignore the situation. Loving someone that you can share memories and laughs with, god it is beautiful. Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. But being in love with your best friend, that is the most wonderful thing I could ever ask for.