MARVEL IMAGINES

CHRIS HEMSWORTH || Mermaids (rock)

You run towards the end of the rock, jumping straight off of it. You squeal, pulling your knees up to your chest as you cannonball into the water. It's cold arms wrap around you as you go deeper into the water. Eventually, your head pops out, and you smile towards your friends back up on top of the rocks. You wave at them, laughing as you tread water.

"You coming back up?!" One of your friends yell, "you can do it again but with the Go-Pro!" Your face lights up as you begin to swim towards the shore. You were totally doing it again. You get back to the sand, and begin the climb back up the smaller rocks to get to the biggest one, known as Mermaids. People come every summer to jump off of it and mess about, and it is one of the most exhilarating things ever.

When you get back up the top, you're met with the bright smiles of your friends. Chris looked exceptionally happy, the Go-Pro on the selfie stick in his hand. You hold your hands out, extremely excited. Chris didn't offer it, "nah, love, I'm coming with you!" He smiled, sending you a wink. You rolled your eyes.

"I have to jump with this doofus?" You questioned, laughing. Everyone nodded eagerly. They all knew of your huge crush on the man, so what better way to bully you than to make you jump off Mermaids with him. Fantastic. "Come on then." You said, hiding your smile. The two of you lined up next to each other, and Chris turned on the Go Pro. The two of you sprinted, jumping off the rock.

You jumped differently this time, landing in an awkward position. Your bikini bottoms flew straight off, floating above the water a fair distance away. You swore quietly to yourself, trying to slyly swim over and get them without exposing yourself. You hoped your friends above didn't notice, but they probably did. Just as you went to grab them, a wave picked them up and sent them towards the shore. You froze. You couldn't go and closer to the sand then what you were already. You knew what you had to do, and your cheeks heated up just thinking about it.

"Chris?" You whisper shouted, getting closer to him. He hummed in response. "I might have lost my bikini bottoms. And they might be washing up onto the sand as we speak." You said quietly. Chris' eyes bulged out of his head, he instinctively looked down, and both you and him squealed.
"O-oh my GOD." He said, shocked and discombobulated, "sorry sorry sorry I thought you were jOKING OH GOD BUT YOU WERENT." His face was a crimson red, and now yours was too.

"Can you please just go and get them before they realise?"

Chris nodded distractedly, not meeting your eyes, "yep, sure. Definitely."

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WRITTEN BY ELLE