she wouldn’t be wearing a swimsuit that small if anyone other than you and the nearby school of angelfish were here.
“mulder, that’s ridiculous,” she said last week at costco when you put two snorkel sets - a pink one for her because you think she looks cute in that color, a grey one for yourself because, unlike her, you don’t look good in pink - into your cart. “we’re not going to get that up-close. you know i don’t like swimming in the ocean.”
but as she dives below the sea’s surface once more, follows the school as they shimmy down by the nearly-endless reef below both of you, you’re pretty sure she was wrong.
she presses against the water with her hands, moves away from you while you look in between sea-fans and fire corals. though you’re thankful for the change, for the difference, you know these colors could never exist in the states, at least not in the part of the states where you both live, no matter how greatly you wish they would. out there, everything is grassy and earthy, the colors being those of mountains, canyons, freshwater lakes, but here, cold and warm fluorescents light up the strangely-blue water, and though you’re wearing goggles, the world comes through in perfectly clear technicolor. the fish are like pizza shop open signs, the reefs textured and endless, the sand flitted with pink flecks that shine out most when they’re stuck to her hands. after the bout of winter you’ve had in virginia, the warmth and vibrance of the maldives feel life-affirming, the combination acting as a brash awakening to the varying beauties of the world. you’re glad that your first true vacation together was to somewhere that feels like another planet.
and dana scully on a beach has been your most pleasant surprise so far. somehow, she found a tiny surf-shack for you both to stay in on himmafushi, just a bedroom and no kitchen, so when you’re both not lounging around and reading with the windows open, you’re on the beach, her sunscreen close by and your typical clothes left in your suitcases; most often, you’re both wearing swimsuits, the exposure of her skin so new even though you’ve known her for so many years. now, you eye her tattoo far ahead of you in the water, her glance drifting back, her eyes signaling keep up, mulder.
then, she dives down, and because she goes head-first past its edge, you’re sure she’s at the end of the reef. kicking forward, you follow, then tense as you see the depth; apparently, you’re farther out than you assumed, for the distance from the sandy bottom to the crests of the waves is…ten, maybe fifteen feet? the reef alone must be four feet tall. with her stomach parallel to the bottom, she swims alongside two stringrays, the three making a pale pack, the rays shimmying like bedsheets on a clothesline in summer; you breathe at the top of the water, the glugging sounds of lapping waves coming into your years, and wish you had a camera so that you could immortalize the way she blends in here, could always remember her sense of ease on this part of the planet. then, the rays swivel off in other directions, and she needs a breath, so she presses up, crests through the water a few feet away, leaves a trail of bubbles behind her. lazily, you pad over to her while her dainty little ankles tread water.
LOOKING BACK ON THE WEEKEND LIKE… 😏🍑 THE BRAND NEW SEAMLESS #NAVY BLUE BIKINI IS AVAILABLE ONLINE NOW WITH IMMEDIATE DELIVERY💦💦 SHOP THE PERFECT FIT IN ONE CLICK.. ☝🏽🤗👙 #frankieswimwear
anon request: Can you write an alec martinez imagine where you’re out with the team after a win or something and he gets jealous so he becomes overprotective and you think it’s cute?
okay so i know literally nothing about the la kings and their players so i hope you liked this anon.
i know i havent posted in a while but i am working on a few right now and next should be a matthew tkachuk fluff coming up soon!!!
requests are open:))
so here i was playing a game of call of duty with johnny. “ha!” i laughing clicking the right trigger and getting the perfect headshot on jonathan. “not so quick anymore, are ya?” i laughed loudly.
my phone began buzzing with text messages from the one and only alec martinez.
'i’m bored plz answer’
i finally had enough of the buzzing and called him. “i’m in the middle of cod babe"i sighed over dramatically, obviously. then i continued talking. "johnny sucks at this game, holy” i laughed as i got him down once again.
Bella smiled at her daughter as she shifted her from arm to arm and picked up the bag that was on the floor and put it over her shoulder. Just as she she was about to walk out of the bedroom Zsadist came through the door to the hallway and stopped dead in his tracks.
“What are you wearing?” Z asked with a deep frown and his brows dropping real low as he looked at his mate. It looked like she was wearing a bra and panties but they were of a different material and looked different from the lace she usually preferred to wear.
Bella arched a brow and looked down at herself before looking back at him. “A bikini.” Bella said simply as she gestured at the navy blue bikini top and bottom that she was wearing.
“What is a bikini?” Zsadist asked as he stared very hard at his mate, not liking that she looked to be leaving the room in such a state of undress.
“It is a swim suit.”
“You know, to go swimming in? Swimming. At the pool.”
I have a formal request for a Drabble: post-epilogue pregnant!Katniss (is forever written in my heart) down at her dads lake with daddy!Peeta teaching the toastbabies to swim (baby's first swimming lessons?)
I got some swimming in here…I hope you enjoy. It’s unbelievably fluffy, too.
Also, can we say third toastbaby?
The kicking has been more frequent as of late.
Tiny pushes from inside hit my ribcage and I tense up at the
This shouldn’t be a new thing to me.
Peeta and I already have two children, two beautiful boys that
are the center of our universe. However this time around, I feel different. The
baby inside me fills me with an anxiety that I can’t digest.