#i was looking for the high waisted bottom bikini stuff because its the only way i can wear 2 pieces

[anawkwardlady]

I just bought really cute swim wear :3

[brelione]

Jessies Girl (Pope X Reader X JJ)

Summary:Pope is crushing on JJ’s girl.

Pairings:JJXReader, Pope X Reader

Warnings:Mentions of sex, swearing?

Jessie is a friend

Yeah, I know, he's been a good friend of mine

But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define

Jessie's got himself a girl, and I wanna make her mine

Pope watched you and JJ cuddling up at the fire.You were sitting on his lap, his arms around your waist as he whispered into your ear, watching as you laughed at whatever stupid thing he was saying.

You looked over to JJ, raising an eyebrow.Pope frowned, knowing that he shouldnt feel this way.JJ was a friend, a good friend.But since you came along Pope found himself getting aggravated, shifting in his seat as he looked down at his root beer can.

You had kind of just showed up out of nowhere, a leather jacket over your bikini and a book in your hand on the beach one day.Of course everyone had taken a liking to you, especially JJ.Pope never stood a chance, JJ stealing you within three days.

And she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body

I just know it

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Your attention was on JJ, smiling as you watched him balance on a rock. “JJ!You’re gonna die!”You giggled, your hands in the pockets of your brown leather jacket.He smiled, jumping down.John.B had laughed too, shaking his head at the two of you.

JJ picked you up, carrying you on his back as the five of you headed for your destination.It was the one smooth part of the beach that didnt have a ton of small, sharp rocks.You guys set down your chairs, only bringing two and a blanket.

JJ held you against his chest, all of you sitting in a circle as you ate your sandwiches.Pope watched you, seeing how you were whispering into JJ’s ear, your knees on either side of his thigh.

Pope rolled his eyes, knowing that you were probably mumbling something filthy into JJ’s ear.He just wished he could be JJ in that moment.Once you guys were beginning to settle down you had gotten up, pulling off your shorts, slowly letting your jacket fall.

You were wearing a black bralette and high waisted black bikini bottoms, your locket dangling from your neck, the heart resting right between your breasts. “I feel like we should go swimming.”You told them, already heading for the water.

Pope felt his face heat up, smiling as he tugged off his shirt, watching as you ran into the water, laughing and shrieking at how cold it was.JJ ran in after you, pushing you into the cold waves.

You wrapped your arms around JJ’s neck, your lower halves hidden by the dark water as you kissed him.Pope didnt even want to imagine what the two of you were doing, knowing what was going on.Kie and John.B didnt pick up on it though, too busy splashing eachother.

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Pope couldnt do much about his feelings, confiding with Kie late at night. “You know, I wish that I had (Y/N).Where can I even find a girl like that?”He sighed, resting his head against the couch.She frowned, shrugging.

 “California, I guess.I wish that I had her too if im being honest, its not fair that JJ just swooped in.Do you think all California girls are like that?”She asked, trying not to daydream about it.Pope huffed, hearing the bed frame hitting the wall.

 “God, I hate them.”He grumbled.Kie laughed, sighing. “You gotta move on, Pope.I mean yeah, shes great and shes pretty and funny and creative and perfect but she’s JJ’s girlfriend.You cant just sit around being grumpy because you’re in love with her.Just be happy that JJ got to her first and not some kook.”She smiled, trying to cheer up the boy in front of her.

Pope sighed, looking over to her. “Yeah, yeah okay but no other girls are exactly like her.Shes the only one who’s ever made me feel like this.”He explained.After a few moments the shaking of the wall finally stopped, moans flowing through the air.

Pope held a pillow over his face. “I hate this.”He repeated.JJ opened the bedroom door, wearing only pajama pants as he made his way into John.B’s kitchen to get a can of soda, turning to see his friends awake. “Oh….hey guys.”He muttered, quickly going back into the room.The dim lighting didnt hide the scratches along JJ’s back and the marks on his neck. “Gross.”Kiara grumbled.

i'll play along with this charade

That doesn't seem to be a reason to change

You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute

I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot

Hiding his feelings was becoming difficult as your three month anniversary with JJ approached.He didnt see why it effected him so much, seeing you and JJ being so sweet with eachother.He felt so uncomfortable when you two started acting all cute together. 

“I love you.”You whispered into JJ’s ear, combing his hair with your fingers.He smiled, looking up at you. “Love you too.”He smiled, feeling you kiss his forehead.Pope was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, hearing the whole thing as he tried to pay attention to the tv.

He rested his chin against his palm, feeling lonely as he saw you poking at JJ’s head while JJ tried to catch your wrist in the process.Pope wanted to tell you that he loved you, that he had his life with you fully planned out, that he loved you more than all the Marvel movies and that he wanted to make you the happiest person on earth.

But he knew that was a stupid idea, that you didnt feel the same.If you did feel the same you wouldnt be with JJ, you would be with him.But there would always be that part of him that ached to tell you his thoughts, to tell you everything he loved about you, to tell you everything he could.But that wasnt possible.

Cause she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body

I just know it

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

Midsummers was a nightmare for more reasons than one.Kiara had invited you, taking you dress shopping.Your dress was a darker purple, the material reaching just above your knee, the top part was rather low cut.

Your eyes had been on JJ the whole time even when you were standing next to Pope while he tried to make conversation with you. “Um...i like your dress.”He muttered, hands in his pockets.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Thanks, its so uncomfy though.”You laughed.He chuckled, calming a bit.He never really got the chance to talk to you alone. “I mean, at least you wont have to stay in it for that long.You guys just have to stay until after the speech or whatever, right?”He asked.You nodded, looking into the crowd of people for your boyfriend. 

“So how’s the food and stuff?Im not really allowed to leave this general area.”He gestured to a single patch of grass.You giggled, sighing. “I dont know, they probably poisoned it or something.THey’re demons, Pope.You gotta do an exorcism.”You grinned.

He smiled, biting his lip. “Yeah, let me just grab my bible.”He reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny piece of paper. “Perfect.”He smiled at the sound of your laughter, proud of himself. “Wow, we better hurry up before the demon comes out of Ward and attacks one of us!Look!His wife has the devil horns!”You gasped, pointing over at Rose.

He smiled. “Wow, im so rich and my botox was 50% off!Im better than you!”He made his voice high pitched, watching as Rose talked.You laughed, watching Ward. “My breast implants were only three million!But it fell out in my bath tub!”You made your voice deep, laughing when Pope snorted.

A few people looked over, the two of you turning around. “Oh my god-watch us get kicked out.”You looked over your shoulder, grinning when you saw JJ. “Hey, im gonna go talk to JJ.I’ll catch up with you later.”You smiled, giving him a quick wave before heading to see your boyfriend.Pope sighed, watching as JJ embraced you in a tight hug.He was funny to think that he would ever even have a chance.

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Like Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman...

Where can I find a woman like that?

As the five of you made your exit, JJ had picked you up and spun you around. “Later, Losers!”You shouted, making an L on your forehead and sticking out your tongue before you guys ran off.Pope smiled, amused.The way you could switch between soft and sweet and tough and reckless was something that never failed to amaze him.

He sat as close to you as possible at the fire, looking at your hand that held JJ’s, frowning.Kie glanced at him, shrugging slightly. “Pope, you failed the exorcism.Im disappointed in you.”You told him, grinning when you made him smile. “Sorry, Captain.”He replied, chuckling when you got flustered by the nickname.JJ’s forehead wrinkled a bit, not understanding the joke.

 “Did I miss something?”He asked.You shook your head. “No, babe.Just an inside joke.”You winked at Pope, grinning at JJ’s confused face. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”You told him.

Part of Pope was glad that you felt comfortable joking around with him, excited that he had his own inside joke with you while the other part of him just wished you’d ignore him entirely so he wouldnt have any hope of being with you.He didnt even know what he wanted anymore, the one thing he was certain of was that he wanted you.

And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time

Wonderin' what she don't see in me

I've been funny; I've been cool with the lines

Ain't that the way love's supposed to be?

That night Pope had stared at himself in the mirror of John.B’s bathroom.He pulled at his hair, trying to figure out if that was the problem.Was it too long?Too short?Were his eyes too dark?Was his smile not nice enough?What did you see in JJ that you couldnt see in him?

He was basically just a watered down JJ with rational thoughts, good grades and better logic skills.He had gotten you to laugh all night at midsummers, making you smile, making you happy.He had been pretty cool with his jokes, saying them at just the right time.

He had read plenty of romance novels in private, observing the traits of healthy and toxic relationships.This was always how it went, the guy would make the girl happy and make her laugh and then eventually they would fall in love.Isnt that how love is supposed to be?

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[blvejeanbaby]

The Beach | Kang Yeosang

Pairing: Yeosang x Y/N Word count: 3.5k Warning: smutty/suggestive, teasing, curse words, no actual sex though

“Okay, so we need teams-“ Hongjoong started, but before he was finished, you wrapped your arms around the waist of the boy next to you. Despite the minuscule height difference, it was enough to comfortably allow you to rest your head on his shoulder for maximum effect. You were well aware of the tensing of his entire body. “I want to go with Yeosang,” you said, sounding proud of it too. You refused to look at Yeosang, knowing he would be beet red by now, highly flustered from your sudden boldness. Instead, you stared at Hongjoong, who was regarding you with his mouth agape. You had obviously surprised him as well. He shook out of it however, allowing you to actually team up with Yeosang on the game of beach volleyball. You sucked and so did Yeosang, but luckily Jongho had a lot of strength but very little aim. It was easy to win against him and Mingi, who just stood giggling at how bad the three of you were, and easy to lose against Wooyoung and Seonghwa, who were playing together as if this was the Olympics. You were glad to not advance to the finale, opting to accompany Yeosang on his beach towel though. You watched as he helped himself to more sunscreen. “Do you need some help with that?” you asked, gesturing toward the bottle of sunscreen. “For your back, maybe?” Yeosang nodded and handed you the bottle wordlessly, laying down on his stomach. You applied the sunscreen to your hands before rubbing them together and putting them on Yeosang’s back. You actually wanted to do a good job, making sure that all of the sunscreen was rubbed in well. You may have also added a little bit of extra pressure just to feel his muscles beneath your fingers. “All finished,” you said, causing Yeosang to sit up on his knees. Whereas you had expected some redness on his cheeks, there was just a hint of a flush on his cheekbones and a mischievous smirk playing along his lips. Suddenly feeling less bold underneath his intense gaze, you felt yourself shrink a little. “What?” “Let me return the favour.” You looked at him suspiciously for a second before handing him the bottle of sunscreen and laying down on your stomach. You placed your head to the side so you wouldn’t smash your face into the ground, eyes gazing at Jongho, Yunho and Hongjoong next to you as they waited on Wooyoung, Seonghwa, San and Mingi (who played twice as you were just one short of an even number). You had caught Yunho stealing a curious glance at the two of you and you were hyperaware of the fact that there were onlookers. Yeosang actually went as far as to swing his one leg over your body, so he was straddling your upper thighs. You bit your lip to refrain a gasp from escaping, having not expected such an act from him. You heard him squirt some of the sunscreen onto his hands and waited to feel the cold of it on your back, but the furthest thing from that happened. Warm hands, a hot touch, dragging up your spine until it reached the strap of your bikini top. With a quick move, the clasp was undone. Instead of leaving it at that, Yeosang’s hand travelled further up to your neck and you had an inkling of what he was going to do now. Still biting your lip furiously, Yeosang moved your hair to the side before softly pulling apart the knot that kept your top from spilling out your boobs. “Good, now I can begin,” Yeosang said softly, mouth close enough to your ear for his words to be drowned out to others’ ears by excited screams and seagull and ocean sounds. Yeosang warmed up the sunscreen by rubbing his palms together before placing them on your back. You prayed to God he wouldn’t try to be bold and reveal all of what you were doing to the others, if they hadn’t noticed yet. God, this could be embarrassing. After he finished rubbing the sunscreen into your back, not really taking the massage approach like you had, he clasped your bra back and tied the knot at your neck again. You thanked the heavens for it as you felt him move off of you. You sat up, sending him a look that you were sure said everything. He just smirked at you. “Drink?” “Sure.” You started applying sunscreen to the rest of your body, ignoring the curious look Yunho was throwing your way. Of course he had noticed, you thought to yourself. Lord, you were going to absolutely strangle Yeosang! As you were overthinking all of the creative ways you could do so, he returned with the drinks from the cool box he had been off to get. Two cans, both the same. But from the glint in his eyes you knew this was not just your regular “there you go, your can of coke”. Yeosang sat down in front of you on the towel, a safe distance away from the sand. Because of your position on the towel, this meant he was sitting knee to knee with you, both of your legs folded up beneath yourselves. “Here’s your drink.” Perhaps you were wrong, you thought as you reached for the can. Perhaps what you had thought to see in his eyes was just him being proud of getting you half-naked in public. But no – as your hand closed around the can, he pulled, causing you to nearly topple over onto him. “I want some payment though.” “What now?” you said, but the tone at which you had meant to say it – playful, taunting? – was wholly different from the way you actually did. You sounded breathless and way too much as though this was all having a bigger effect on you than you wanted to let him think it had. “A kiss.” “Yeo, you’re ridiculous.” “And you’re thirsty.” The obvious double layer in his words made you want to hit him, but you didn’t. Instead you accepted defeat, quickly pressing your lips against his. The kiss may have lasted a total of one second, but Yeosang accepted it as payment, finally handing you the can. You were not surprised to find the two of you had missed San and Mingi winning and going up against Hongjoong and Yunho in the finals. Wooyoung and Seonghwa sat down on the towels Hongjoong and Yunho had vacated. Seonghwa reached over to grab a can of soda himself as Wooyoung leaned over to be more closer to you and Yeosang. “I think I saw a hotel on the way here from the parking lot. Perhaps you could get a room there.” The look you shot him as an answer was downright poisonous. Yeosang, instead, smiled at his best friend sweetly. “Just say you’re jealous and go.” He turned slightly, reaching out to run his thumb along your bottom lip. “Because I have the prettiest girl on the beach all to myself.” You felt your cheeks heat up. Fuck, the things this guy did to you… The soft touch to your lip shot straight to your core, the way his previous ministrations with your bikini top hadn’t. Triumphantly, Yeosang turned back to watch the volleyball game in front of you. Wooyoung looked at you. “Do you need to cool off a little?” “Please.” You stood up, letting your ice cold can of soda rub against Yeosang’s heated skin – a shiver was the result – before thrusting the can into his hand. “Can you hold onto this while I’m gone, baby?” He looked up, his blond hair falling away from his face so you could see the hint of red on his cheeks. Good to see pet names still worked to fluster him. Wooyoung grinned all the way to the shoreline and started actually laughing, out loud, as he got into the water. You followed him into the water, letting it cool you off literally and metaphorically. Just the thought of Yeosang right now was enough to get you going – you couldn’t return to that beach and act teasingly around him when you were in a state like this. “You know you two aren’t being shy about it and everyone totally knows what’s happening, right?” Wooyoung said when his laughter died down. “Ugh, I saw Yunho staring at us,” you said, floating on your back in the water, the only thing making sure you weren’t floating off with the current was your hand on Wooyoung’s elbow. “It’s just unfair! I’m supposed to make him flustered, not the other way around! Yeosang, I mean,” you added unnecessarily. Wooyoung chuckled. “You know, I was thinking about that. Role reversal and stuff.” He looked at you then. “When me and my girlfriend try it, she usually acts like she doesn’t want it. She says it’s the way I act-“ “We all know that’s not true,” you chuckled. “Right?” He didn’t even care to disagree. “Anyway, it gets her exactly what she wants because then I’m all riled up and she’s just acting like nothing happened. It’s really frustrating and has a really happy ending.” You stood up, feeling the wet sand slip between your toes as your feet hit the bottom of the ocean. “You know, if I weren’t absolutely infatuated with Yeosang, I would’ve kissed you right now. You just gave me the best idea!” You let go of Wooyoung’s elbow in order to start swimming back to shore. “Come on, let’s go.” “Why are you swimming when you can just walk?” Wooyoung complained. “I need to make it look convincing!” When you got back on the sand, you turned back around at Wooyoung, making a show of raising your arms high above your head, as if you were celebrating. “Race you back!” you said and before waiting on an answer from Wooyoung, you started running back up the sand to the place you and the boys set up. With the head start you had on him, it was a given you won from Wooyoung, still celebrating as he came back. “Who’s a sucker now, huh?” “You’re normally all talk and no bite,” Wooyoung said, seemingly getting what you were playing at and helping you out. He sat down on the towel to dry off and you plopped down next to Yeosang. His hand was already making its way up your leg, up to your thigh, leaving behind a trail of sticky sand, but your attention was not on him. Instead, you looked at Mingi. He was a big teddy bear and before this thing with Yeosang happened, you were very physically close with Mingi. There was never any actual attraction between you two, but you liked cuddling him and holding his hand. Once it had been second nature to distribute that behaviour toward Mingi, now it was to distribute that toward Yeosang. But for the purpose of today’s little game, you gravitated back towards Mingi. “So who won the finale?” “San and I did, of course,” Mingi said, with the air of someone who was used to winning all games. “I expected nothing else.” You stuck out your tongue at Yunho, who immediately turned around from talking to his hyungs to complain. He also immediately, upon seeing your hand on Mingi’s upper thigh and your chin rested on his shoulder, raised his eyebrows at you. You just snuggled closer to Mingi, feeling Yeosang’s hand slide off of your thigh. Yunho’s eyes shot toward the boy but raised his hands in defeat and turned around to rejoin the conversation between Hongjoong and Seonghwa again. Mingi easily slipped back into your usual routine and soon enough his arm was slung around your shoulders. You knew that from an outsiders’ perspective, you probably looked like Mingi’s girlfriend right now. You didn’t bother looking at Yeosang, knowing it would rile him up even more. This was a little ways outside of the games you usually played with him, but you  were sure it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Until perhaps it was. You turned in Mingi’s hold to grab the sunscreen again – after your swim, you needed another coating of it – and saw Yeosang’s hand shooting out to grab the bottle before you could. “Y/N, do you need to go to the bathroom?” he asked, his voice loud and very sharp, the look in his eyes even more dangerous than before. “Uh-“ you were at a loss for words for a split second, contemplating what to do. Your eyes shot around your friend group; they were all staring at you, awaiting your answer. You looked at Wooyoung for help, who just shrugged, but with a knowing smile on his face, as if to say: task completed. You turned back to Yeosang. Upon looking into his eyes, you managed to make a sound that vaguely resembled the word “Yeah.” You excused yourself from Mingi and stood up, following Yeosang to the boulevard. The beach only had so many places to go to the bathroom at. As you were walking, you wondered if Yeosang really was taking Wooyoung’s advice to get a room at the seaside hotel. But he walked past it. Only when you were on the parking lot, luckily wearing flip flops to protect your feet from the scorching hot asphalt, you realised he was taking you to the car. “Yeo?” He didn’t respond. “Sangie?” you said, louder now. “Sangie, baby?” He stopped dead in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He spun around slowly. “Hm?” “Are we going anywhere? Is there a reason you have the car keys with you?” You gestured to the strangely shaped object in the pocket of his swimming shorts. Obviously car keys now that you thought about it. “Is there a reason you were all over Mingi?” Yeosang’s hand shot out to grab your wrist. He draped your arm over his shoulder, his hand moving tantalizingly slow down your arm to grab at your waist. He pulled you in closer. “Did you want him to hold you like this?” “Are you jealous?” You brought up your other arm to wrap around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You knew it tickled him, you also knew it was a touch that sent straight down to his dick. When Yeosang didn’t immediately respond to your question, you said: “You know I wouldn’t really want anyone but you, right? Would I really be all over Mingi in this parking lot right now? Of course not.” You brought your lips to his and kissed him softly. “You’re the only man I kiss.” You kissed a line from his jaw to just beneath his ear. “The only man I want to kiss,” you said, dropping your voice to a whisper. When you pulled back, you saw Yeosang’s face was on fire. Satisfied, you said: “So, about that car… Were you planning on taking me anywhere? Or just taking me in general?” He was trying to form words, which admittedly wasn’t really working. You waited patiently, all the while slipping your hand into the pocket of his trunks to take the keys out. “I know a spot.” You slipped out of Yeosang’s grip and now, instead, it was you holding onto him, pulling him with you toward the car. Because you were with such a big group, you had gone to the beach in two separate cars. It was Mingi’s car that Yeosang had taken the keys to. You guessed it was for obvious reasons he didn’t take Hongjoong’s keys. You climbed into the drivers’ seat while Yeosang got into the passengers’ seat. It didn’t matter to you what the boys were thinking you were doing right now. All that mattered was Yeosang’s obvious excitement – you could tell from both his face and his dick – and the fact that you had him right where you wanted him. You were also increasingly getting turned on yourself. You drove the car up, further onto the parking lot. You knew there were two entrances, knew that the other one, the one you were stirring the car toward, was rarely used. The reason for that was that the road meandered through the dunes, all the way up to the lighthouse. From the lighthouse, there was another winding road to the next beach town, but cars rarely arrived from there. The lighthouse was in disuse, and that was all the better for what you had planned. The lighthouse was a bit off the main road, deeper into the dune landscape and higher up. It was probably not the best place to be at if you didn’t want to get caught, but on the other hand, it was a lot more private than the parking lot had been. You drove the car onto the tiny strip of land surrounding the lighthouse, parking it to the side a little bit. As soon as you had turned off the engine, Yeosang spoke, for what seemed like the first time since you left the beach: “You think you won, don’t you?” “I did, didn’t I?” You unbelted yourself and turned in the seat to face him. You were startled to find him close to you, closer than you had expected. He had already taken off his belt and was leaning over the stick shift between you. “No. Our game only just begun.” He used his pointer finger to lift your chin up to meet his gaze, his lips ghosting over yours. It was just a hint of a kiss, the slightest touch, and it made you want more of him. You liked teasing, you liked the chase, but now you were here, all by yourselves at a more or less abandoned place and you were ready to either fuck Yeosang’s brains out or get your own brains fucked out. You weren’t ready for another game of cat and mouse, another fight to see who the more sexually dominant person was between you two. When Yeosang pulled away, leaving you completely untouched, you weren’t even surprised to find you were whining. “Sangie,” you said, dragging out the e-sound. “What does my baby girl want?” It was hard to believe he could be blushing and whiny and in all sorts of states with the way he was looking at you now. So predatory and possessive it made you shiver. “I want you.” You tried to widen your eyes in innocence. You knew it would get Yeosang going simply because it reminded him of the hentai he watched. And it worked its magic immediately. His lips were on yours almost instantly and you sighed into his mouth in satisfaction. This was all you had been wanting for the past day. With the both of you and the car seats cleaned up enough, you settled into Yeosang’s arms. You were nearly the same height and he had a slender build, but it didn’t matter to you what his physique looked like. You felt safe in his arms anyway. The way the car was parked allowed for a spectacular view of the sun sinking in the sea in the distance. You sighed happily. With one of your hands’ fingers intertwined with Yeosang’s, you let the other bring his hand up to your mouth. He watched as you pressed kisses to his fingers, lingering on the place his rings would normally be. Your sign of affection didn’t startle Yeosang as it may have had the couple of times before that this had happened between you two. Even without saying it out loud, you both knew this was different from your skinship with Mingi, from the way Yeosang sometimes met up for late nights with other girls. It was time for both of those to end officially and for something else to blossom, you both knew it. You also both knew it was probably time to return to the other boys. As the sun had set completely, disappearing beyond the horizon, you tried to wiggle out of Yeosang’s grasp. He whined, the way you liked to hear him whine. “Baby, we need to go. The boys-“ “Can wait. I want to cuddle you more.” Gone was the dominant persona he had taken on during sex. “We can cuddle in the back of the car on the way home?” You leaned over and pressed your lips to his, his lips as soft as feathers. “I don’t want to think about how long we were gone for.” You started climbing to the front of the car, plopping down in the drivers’ seat. Yeosang climbed to the front as well, offering an estimate of an hour and a half you had spent away from the beach, which caused you to speed back to the parking lot. With the sun having set now, there were only so many cars left in the lot. The headlights of Mingi’s car swooped over a group of boys standing leaned against a truck – Hongjoong’s truck. “I think we’re in trouble,” you said, upon seeing Mingi getting ready to square up. “Oh, I don’t doubt it.” Yeosang smiled at you. “We should’ve went with the hotel room.”

a/n: I’m sorry if you wanted an actual sex scene but I left it out because I couldn’t get it right (I’ve been working on this thing for months now lol, hence the summer theme). But I like how the rest turned out :) Also, I’m so so sorry that it took me literal months to post something new. I’ve been on writers block, especially when it comes to kpop. I might post some of the Draco Malfoy & Harry Styles stuff I wrote though sometime soon

[kutemouse]

And Then He Was Gray (Part Two)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit. The pic below isn’t mine either. I obviously don’t own Balenciaga.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst that disappears when he comes into the story (I think you know who I’m talking about by now 😉), sexual tension, talk of sex, betting, SWEARZ 4 DAYZ, lotsa skin showing, bikinis!

Word Count: 1,626

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Two

At the mention of beer pong, everyone cheered in agreement and started inside with me taking up the rear. I smiled, seeing Soyeon and Miyeon’s hands still intertwined. I was happy for them, I really was… but I couldn’t help feeling a bit left out. It’d been a long while since I had a boyfriend, choosing to concentrate on my family’s business rather than my social life after high school. Still, I missed having someone by my side, someone to cuddle with and confide in… someone who understood me. And yet, I hadn’t had a date in over two years. All of the boys I knew seemed to be either taken or not into girls like me. Then again, I was picky as well. It took a special kind of man to catch my eye.

I nervously tugged at my gray skirt again as we went into the basement and sat on various couches and chairs situated around a tv and ping pong table. Taehyung and Jungkook set up the cups in pyramid formations on both sides, filling them nearly to the brim with beer once they were done.

“Alright, rules!” Taehyung shouted over the din. “Teams of two each, and we’ll rotate out so the next team plays the winner of each round. Whoever’s left standing will be crowned the ultimate beer pong champions!”

“So extra,” Soyeon muttered, rolling her eyes.

Taehyung smirked. “And just for you, So-So, I’m adding another rule. Bounce shots that sink means two cups to drink.”

Soyeon groaned amidst the chuckles that broke out. “Taehyung, you know I’m already the worst at beer pong, do you have to make it even harder for me?!”

Miyeon grabbed my best friend’s hand and leaned in close. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good,” she said, rubbing her thumb soothingly over Soyeon’s fingers.

I felt a twinge of disappointment. I was hoping Soyeon and I would be a team, but it looks like I’d be the odd person out. “Whatcha all doing?” a voice said. I turned to see him for the first time, intently watching us from the doorway. His right arm stretched above his head as he rested his elbow easily on the doorframe. I swallowed hard as I noticed his gray, star-patterned shirt riding up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a lean, toned torso and a peek of what appeared to be Balenciaga boxers. He leaned forward, a playful smirk on his full, pink lips, causing his shirt to ride up and his jeans to slide down even more. My lips parted unconsciously as heat flooded straight to my core.

I immediately knew I wanted a taste of that honey-toned skin and those cotton-candy lips. The guy’s piercing brown eyes caught mine and his smirk grew. Tingles broke out all over my body. Shit. He knew my secret. I don’t know how, but he knew.

He tore his gaze away from me as his friends greeted him. “Jin, fucking finally!” Namjoon said, standing up and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, we would’ve waited for you, hyung,” Taehyung pouted. “We’ve already started beer pong, and everyone has a team already.”

“Not everyone,” I said loudly. Everyone turned to look at me, Soyeon’s mouth dropping open in shock. Now that I think about it, I think this was the first time she’d ever seen me speak up in a public setting. I was normally pretty shy and reserved, keeping to myself and trying to not be a bother. Even I was astounded by my own behavior, but that look that he gave me… I just had to know. I had to know if he knew.

“Oh, that’s right,” Taehyung said weakly. “Y/n doesn’t have a team. Sorry Y/n, I didn’t realize we had an odd number.”

“That’s okay,” I said, shooting him a smile.

“Well, then,” Jin said. He stepped right in front of me, looking down at me sitting on the couch, hands shoved in his jean pockets. “Guess we’re a team.”

I blushed profusely as he sat down, making himself comfortable in the seat beside me and slinging an arm over to rest easily on top of the couch.

The first teams up were Tae and Yuqi versus Jungkook and Shuhua. The boys loudly trash-talked each other nearly the entire game, with the girls getting more and more giggly as more cups emptied. Finally, it was down to the last cup on Taehyung’s side, while Jungkook’s side had three cups left. “It’s over,” JK said, giving his hyung a wide, evil grin.

“Like hell it is,” Taehyung growled. “You got this, babe.”

Yuqi stepped up, swaying a little, and took her time lining up the shot. “Go Yuqi!” Shuhua cheered. “You can do it!”

Yuqi giggled then took the shot. It bounced off the rim of the cup, eliciting groans from everyone, including her boyfriend. “Awww, babe, don’t worry though, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, tugging his girlfriend close and brushing his nose against hers. “If we get out this round, we can go do something else that’s fun.”

“Oh hell no,” Jungkook said, pointing at Taehyung. “If I find you guys fucking in my bed, or anywhere else in this house, I will kick you out. I’m serious, Tae.”

“What if we promise to wash the sheets?” Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Get the fuck out,” Jungkook retorted with a grin, pointing at the door.

“Okay, okay, let’s make things interesting,” Taehyung said, holding his hands up. “If you miss this next shot, you can’t say another word about what Yuqi and I do and where… but if you make it, Yuqi and I won’t touch a single bed in this place.”

“Or couch, or chair, or counter, or table.”

“Fine,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes.

Jungkook lined up the shot, making us all hold our breath in anticipation. He tossed the ball, and I swear, the rest of us followed its entire trajectory with our eyes until it landed… hit the rim of the cup… and bounced off.

Taehyung roared in approval, grabbing Yuqi by the waist and spinning her around, while Jungkook sank to the floor in mock-defeat and Shuhua laughed her ass off. I was giggling at their exchange when Jin leaned over and murmured something in my ear. “I think we can easily take whoever wins.”

His breath tickled and I leaned away instinctively. “Yeah, maybe,” I muttered before clearing my throat.

I saw a trace of disappointment in Jin’s eyes at my reaction, but before I could question it, he blinked and it was gone, replaced by a laughing smile as he surveyed the drama in front of us. Taehyung may have won the bet, but Shuhua sunk the last shot, winning the game overall. “Alright, who’s next?!” Jungkook practically yelled.

“This is boooooring,” Soyeon drawled. “Don’t you guys have a pool? We brought our swimsuits, you know.”

I blinked. We did?

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other. “Pool it is,” Tae said, shrugging. “I needed an excuse to get naked anyway.”

Everyone groaned and Namjoon even chucked a pillow at Taehyung. “Shut the fuck up, dude,” he said, shaking his head.

“C’mon,” Soyeon muttered, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. “Shuhua has a bunch of stuff here. She’ll have something that’ll fit you.”

I followed my best friend down the hallway into what looked like a guest bedroom. She threw open a door to a walk-in closet filled with womens’ clothing, opening one of the drawers and rifling through it. “This is all Shuhua’s?” I gasped.

Soyeon shrugged. “Yeah. She stays here for weeks at a time since she lives kinda far away. Jungkook’s parents are cool with it because he keeps telling them they’re gonna get married.”

“Are they?”

“Eventually. They’ve been together since high school and are still hot for each other. I doubt they’ll be breaking up any time soon.”

“Must be nice,” I said absentmindedly.

My best friend turned to look at me. “Hey, you’ll find someone,” she said, stopping her search and reaching out to grab my hand. “In fact, I think that someone is here tonight. Did you see the way Jin looked at you?”

I shrugged uncomfortably. “I guess.”

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “Y/n. We have been trying so hard to find a girl Jin likes. I’ve introduced him to every acquaintance I have and then some,” she said. “He’s never looked at any of them the way he looked at you, let alone said more than two words to them.”

I frowned. “You’ve never introduced him to me.”

“Yeah, because he’s kind of a douchebag,” she said. “He treats girls like tissues… you know, use once then throw away? I think my best friend can do better.”

“Wait, then why are you now so intent on hooking us up?”

“Because,” Soyeon sighed, turning back around and rifling through the drawer once more. “At this rate, even if it’s only a one-night stand, it’s a win in my book.”

“Wow, thanks,” I scoffed.

“Hey, if getting laid by a smoking-hot, drop-dead gorgeous guy like Jin brings your sex drive back into play, then so much the better for you,” she retorted, tossing a couple pieces of fabric at me. “Wear this.”

I held them up to the light. “No,” I said firmly. The bikini was a pretty, bright turquoise, but it was so… flimsy. I’d feel totally naked wearing this. The top wore like a sports bra with straps criss-crossing in the front to show off some cleavage. The bottoms would be normal except one side was made entirely of straps, dipping towards my core in a provocative way.

“Fuck no.”

Soyeon tossed me a wide, mischievous smile. “Fuck yes.”

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Y'all remember this?!?! I straight up died when this pic dropped. I stared at it quite frequently when I needed some inspiration for this one-shot. Enjoy suffering with me 😈 Here’s Part Three!

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F, Y and Z please from the writer ask list

You're getting me back for mine, aren't you? Lol

F- How long have you been writing fan fiction? Since around 2009, I wrote one mega fic which was around 60k long and was a complete book re-write of a true blood book. Then role play fan fiction for years until I got brave enough (or stupid enough) to do TAG.

Y- What is your favourite genre to write?

Paranormal romantic comedy is my genre. Mostly funny fluff with a dash of angst sprinkled in now and then to shock people into remembering that I can be serious now and then.

I guess for me writing is escapism so I like it to be mostly happy so I'm happy writing it. I tend to take on my characters feelings while writing it and writing too much drama and whump can make me depressed and it's harder for me to write, I get bogged down. The whumpy, emotional chapters are the hardest for me and take longer because I have to pace myself and do then bit by bit so I don't get too sad or low.

Z: Post an excerpt from your first fic or your last. Well you've just read my last, so let's see if I can dig out any of my first... Its gonna be awful...

OK, backstory of the book is that some witches came to cause trouble and put a spell on the local head vampire, Eric. In the original book it was Sookie that found him, but obviously I changed it so that a witch could be involved, that and I totally love Eric (I obviously have a bit of a thing for blondes that I didn't realise). This is from chapter 4, it's first person, I hate it, but I think we can kinda see where Selene got her sarcasm.

I was driving along at a good pace when a new song came on the stereo, I smiled as it was one of my favourites ‘Somebody’s out there’ by Triumph. I was singing along when my eyes caught a flash of movement in the distance.

I slowed the car down a little and looked more closely, waiting for the animal or whatever it was, to jump out into the road in front of me.

What I didn’t expect to see was the sight of a half naked, very tall man, running like crazy down the side of the road. I stopped the car as quickly as possible and jumped out.

I called out to the running figure, noting that he had long blonde hair and was very pale.

‘Hey there mate, are you ok?’ He whirled around and faced me, standing in a crouched position. He had huge white fangs glistening in the moonlight. I gasped in shock. It was Eric.

‘Hey Eric, calm down sweetie, it’s just me. It’s Tansi.’

I opened myself up and tried to feel what he was thinking. I was shocked to pick up confusion, fright and nervousness. Why the hell was Eric scared of me?

‘Are you ok darling?’ I took a step closer to him with my hand outstretched to him.

He seemed to think for a second and then stood up out of the crouch; his fangs withdrew a little but not quite.

‘Do I know you?’ He asked quietly.

‘Of course you know me, you doughnut.’

‘Who am I?’ Oh Goddess I though, is he for real? Does he not know me? Did that explain the confusion?

‘Eric, sweetie, what happened to you?’ I stepped closer still and he didn’t move away this time.

‘Who is Eric?’

Oh lordi, what was going on?

I was shivering in the cold and realised that Eric must be colder than I was; he wasn’t wearing a shirt or coat and didn’t appear to have any shoes either.

I sighed making up my mind in that one instant; I would have to take him home with me.

‘Come on babe, you are coming home with me, I can’t leave you out here on your own, you’ll freeze and you don’t seem to know who you are, let alone how to get back home’. I closed the distance between us and took his hand, he gripped my hand like it was a lifeline and allowed me to lead him to my car.

His hand was very cold and he had goose bumps on his arms and chest, his nipples were very erect and seemed to be watching me. I shook my head to clear my, slightly naughty, thoughts and took off my cape and draped it around his shoulders and wrapped it around him as close as possible. It was way too small on him but would do.

I got him in the car and did up his belt. He looked me straight in the eyes.

‘Do I really know you, do you really know me?’ He looked so lost, the

poor lamb. I impulsively gave him a half hug as I finished doing up his seatbelt.

‘Yes I really know you, and you really know me’. I shut his door and went round to my side and started the car. While I was getting myself sorted out he was staring at me very intently.

‘Did you call me Eric?’

‘Yes that’s your name’

‘And yours was Tansi?’ He frowned a little at the strange sound of my name.

‘Yes Tansi, its short for Tanzanite’.

‘It is a very beautiful and unusual name’. He gave me a small smile, so

I gave him a very big one in return.

‘Well Thank you, I don’t like it much, but it can grow on you’.

We drove in silence for a bit longer before I gave into my curiosity.

‘Eric, what were you doing out here, and why don’t you remember me?’

Eric seemed to shrink into the seat a little.

‘I don’t know, I don’t even know who I am’. Oh shit, I thought, this is very bad indeed.

‘Well try not to worry too much babe, I’ll look after you’. We were pulling up to my house now. I parked and came round to open his door. I held out my hand and was relieved when, after a moment’s hesitation, he put his hand in mine. I curled my fingers around his and gave a little pull to get him out of the car. I kept his hand in mine as I lead him into my house. He hesitated but I pulled a little more firmly.

‘Come on. Eric, I want you to come in with me and be safe and warm.’

My words had the desired effect and he followed me into my living room.

I flipped on the lights and finally got a good look at him. I didn’t like what I saw. He was wrapped in my too small cloak, and appeared to be only wearing a pair of filthy jeans. His hair was dirty and matted with Goddess knows what. I sighed and held out my hand to him again.

Come with me’ I lead him to my bathroom and started the shower.

‘You get undressed and get in while I get you some towels, I wont be long’ I turned to give him some privacy when he grabbed my hand.

‘Don’t go, stay with me’ Eric looked so lost that I melted.

‘Ok stay there for just a minute I’ll be right back, I promise’ I patted his hand and extracted myself slowly from his death grip on my arm.

Thankfully he let me go.

I ran to my bedroom and grabbed some towels from the linen closet, an old pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt I used as a nightdress and as an after thought, rummaged in my bottom draw for last years bikini, just in case.

I ran back and found him in exactly the same place he was when I had left. I was a little worried at how much he seemed to cheer up when I stepped back into the room.

‘Come on now babe, slip out of those dirty jeans and jump in the shower, I want to get you clean’. I eeped and quickly span round to face the door as he took me literally and dropped his trousers onto the floor.

‘Come in with me’ he pleaded. I sighed.

‘Ok get in and I’ll be right back’. I stepped out the door and quickly shucked my dress and pulled on the bikini. This was not the way I had thought I would be getting Eric in my shower with me, but there was no way

I was going to take advantage of this troubled man in the room behind me.

I stepped back into the bathroom. He was in the shower just standing under the spray, he looked up as I got into the shower behind him. I was pleased to note that he looked a little disappointed that I wasn’t as naked as him.

‘Now no funny stuff’ I warned him as I reached for the soap and began to wash him all over. My fingers seemed to sink into the thick muscles of his back and I had to tell myself very firmly to keep my mind on the job as I fought the urge to lick his back.

He sighed as I worked the soap over his shoulders.

When his back was as clean as it was going to be and I had managed, with a lot of prayers for prizes for good behaviour, to carefully avoid looking at his fabulous butt to closely (a quick glance was all I did, I promise), I turned him around and began to work on his chest. The air left my lungs in one big whoosh as my hands slid over his nipples and down over his stomach. I took my hands away, afraid that I would lose my self control in one feel swoop in about 10 seconds time.

‘You can finish off while I have a wash’ I handed him the soap and turned my back and concentrated on washing off the smell of the bar from my skin. I gave him a few minutes more and then turned round to face him.

I risked a quick glance down and almost felt my knees collapse when I saw just how happy he was to be in the shower with me. My girl pride picked up a notch but I squashed any thoughts of reaching out and feeling just how happy, and grabbed the shampoo from the shelf.

‘Turn around’ I commanded and when he did I reached up and applied a generous amount onto his hair. I rubbed it in gently, taking my time working it through the tangles and getting all the dirt out, until it was squeaky clean.

I helped him rinse the soap out and then set to work on my own. He reached out to help me, but I pushed him gently away. I love having my hair played with and I knew that if he turned those big, sexy hand loose on me, I would never be able to leave him alone, and he would find himself on the floor with a pair of very long legs, attached to one very horny woman, wrapped firmly around his waist. He looked a little put out but allowed me to finish on my own.

I turned off the water and got out, wrapping myself in a big fluffy towel. I handed one to Eric and watched as he wrapped it around his waist, leaving his chest bare, wet and very inviting. I had to take a deep breath. I have a thing about bare, wet men that was not helping my resolve.

I grabbed the clothes I had picked up for him and practically shoved them into his arms.

‘You get dressed and I’ll meet you in the kitchen’ I squeaked out, my voice a little high. I turned away and scuttled out the door to my bedroom to get dressed into the frumpiest pyjamas I owned.

Gahhhhh I cringe! I cringe so much! This is awful, Wills! What have you done? Do you want some crackers with that cheese? Fucks sake.

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Summer in Paradise || Part II

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1786

Summary: Carolnat reality tv show au featuring other marvel pairings

Warnings: None I think

Pairing(s): Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff

A/N: Oops sorry for the wait, here’s part 2. Also hi carolnat tag!! Apparently my stuff shows up here now, yay!

~SERIES MASTERLIST~

Natasha groaned and stretched her lithe body, the satisfying pops that were released starting her morning off perfectly. She blearily opened her eyes and was momentarily confused as she took in her surroundings, this was most certainly not her bedroom- oh wait. It wasn’t her bedroom because someone had to sign her up for a reality television show as a joke. Her eyes rolled automatically, just the thought of Tony annoying her instantly. 

She sighed and sat up in bed, glancing around the room that she shared with the rest of the girls. Last night the hosts had responded to her question almost immediately, sending her a text that read, ‘The girls will room together in one giant bedroom, all of your belongings have been transferred to the room. Same goes for the boys. The first coupling up will be tomorrow so be sure to get your rest!’ 

She rubbed her eyelids and yawned, all of the beds were empty besides one that was taken up by a snoring blonde, her hair splayed messily on the pillow and her body stretched out across the full-sized bed. Nat watched as Carol’s chest rose and fell evenly and her chest tightened at the sight. The sound and feeling of her bed dipping under the weight of something made her flinch and snap her gaze to find a- is that a cat? A squeal of horror flew out of her mouth and she jumped off of her bed in surprise. She doubled over and clawed at her chest in an attempt to slow her racing stop when she was interrupted by a husky chuckle. 

A smirking Carol fixed her with an amused gaze, “I see you’ve met Goose.”

Natasha glared at Carol, “The cat is yours?”

Carol nodded and grinned wickedly, “Not a fan of cats, sweetheart?”

Nat grit her teeth and clenched her fists, “Don’t call me that and keep that thing away from me.” She stormed out of the room, god why did Carol have to be so damn infuriating?

Just as she was about to enter the kitchen she heard Carol call out, “It’s just a cat sweetheart!”  She rolled her eyes so hard they could’ve easily fallen right out of her head.

Wanda munched happily on her bite of cereal, her grin growing at the sight of a grumpy Natasha stumbling into the kitchen. “Good morning Nat!”

“Good morning Wanda,” Natasha grumbled. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and took the seat across from the other girl, rubbing her forehead to try and stop the impending headache from forming. “Where is everyone else?”

Wanda chewed on her bottom lip in thought, “I think I saw Thor and Brock on their way to the gym and Steve said he’d be on the beach sketching. Maria and Valkyrie went for a walk, Sam joined them. I haven’t seen Carol or Bucky yet.”

Natasha hummed and gave Wanda a small smile in return. She went about eating her cereal in silence, the hum of the central air conditioner whirring in the background. Wanda cleared her throat gently and regarded Nat with a slight blush, “Are you um, excited for the first coupling?”

Natasha shook her head and finished chewing her cereal, “Not particularly. Do you mind explaining how it works?”

Wanda smiled excitedly at Natasha, “Of course not. Basically the public votes on who goes first and then that person makes a choice on who they want to couple with. You’re not necessarily dating the person who chooses you but you will be participating in all challenges with them until the next coupling.”

Natasha nodded, exuding her usual levels of cool and confident while on the inside she was freaking out. This thing was today? She wasn’t even sure who she liked or disliked yet and she could be put on the spot to choose someone? Not to mention that anyone could choose her. She found she didn’t like the sound of that.

Wanda stood up and brought her bowl to the sink, rinsing it out before placing it in the dishwasher. “We should probably start getting ready, it takes place in about two hours or so.”

Natasha choked on her spoonful of cereal and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Two hours?” she spluttered in between coughs.

Wanda gave her a look of concern, “Yeah, that’s what I said. Are you ok?”

Natasha nodded. “Yeah,” she croaked. “Just surprised.”

Wanda nodded in understanding, “Come on, I’ll help you pick an outfit.”

They headed towards the dressing room together and chatted idly. Wanda carefully unzipped Natasha’s suitcase and raised her eyebrows at the amount of clothing that spilled out of the oversized bag. 

“Why do you have so many black bikinis?” Wanda asked in between giggles.

Nat blushed at being called out, “I look best in black.”

Wanda scoffed teasingly, “With a body like that you must look good in everything.” Wanda giggled at the red color that tinted Natasha’s cheeks and crawled up her neck.

“You’re one to talk.” Wanda’s grin quickly turned into a coy little smile and her face took on a blush of its own. 

They both sat on the floor in front of Natasha’s suitcase flustered until a voice cleared in the doorway. “We’re not interrupting, are we ladies?” It was Valkyrie’s teasing voice that called out to the two of them and Natasha looked up to find Maria standing next to her, upper lip quirked up in a grin.

Natasha cleared her own voice, “Not at all.” 

Maria gave Nat a knowing look, which of course she ignored. Natasha redirected her attention back to her outfit and she settled on black bikini with high waisted bottoms and a relatively low cut top, showing off her toned stomach and back. 

All around her the conversation flowed, pieces of gossip being shared and scented perfume flying through the air. “Who do you have your eye on Val?” Maria glanced at her as she pulled a brush through her hair.

“Carol’s obviously my first choice,” Natasha’s eye twitched at that comment, “but I think I could go for Thor too.” Maria hummed in approval at Valkyrie’s choices. The other brunette adjusted her white bikini straps accordingly and gave herself a once over in the mirror. “What about you Maria?”

“Anyone but Brock will do for me.” The girls all shared a grimace at the man in question and Wanda even shivered a little.

“That man is disgusting.” They all laughed in agreement with Wanda’s statement. 

A phone chimed and Valkyrie pulled her phone from its resting place down her top. “It’s time.”

They all traded slightly nervous glances and headed towards the firepit where the coupling would take place. Everyone else was already gathered around and waiting for the infamous text when the girls arrived.

Carol sat slouched in her seat, a royal blue one-piece hugging her body teasingly. Nat trailed her eyes up the other girl’s body but blinked rapidly and tore her gaze away when she caught herself. She cursed under her breath and chided herself mentally. Under no circumstances could she admire Carol.

Brock sat in a position that almost mirrored Carol’s completely, the only difference being his legs parted in a man spread and the wide cocky grin on his face as she met his eyes. He didn’t hide the fact that he was leering at her and she curled her lip up in disgust. Gross.

Everyone traded glances with each other and the only sound that could be heard was the distant crashing of waves on the beach. 

A phone pinged and Natasha held her breath, praying for god knows what. It was Sam’s phone and he pulled it out slowly and calmly before flicking it open and reading the text. “First up is Thor.” 

The man in question stood up with a lot of energy and a big smile. “I’d like to court Carol!” His voice boomed loudly and she stood up surprised. She shrugged and walked over to join him, giving him a small peck on the cheek. 

Another phone chimed and Carol tugged her phone out of her bathing suit, Natasha couldn’t help but notice her galaxy case. “Brock, looks like you’re up.”

He slithered out of his seat exuding hubris, “Easy. I pick Nat.”

Fuck. She wanted to scowl but instead she put on a brave face and walked up to him. She smiled tightly at him and caught Maria’s eyes. The other girl threw her a look of sympathy and Natasha discreetly made a finger gun and shot herself in the head with it. Maria hid her grin in return and Nat bit her lip to hide her contempt. 

Brock’s phone rang next and he pulled it out of his shorts pocket, Natasha took note of its cracked and beat up state. He showed the screen to Natasha, “Who the hell is Maria?” 

She rolled her eyes and pointed to Maria, Brock smiled sleazily, “Your turn babe.”

Maria frowned at him and got up to make her pick. She turned a critical eye on the remaining people and surveyed her options. “Steve.” 

He smiled kindly at her and she returned the gesture. He got up and walked towards her, muscles rippling as he went. Natasha decided that they made a good pair and gave Maria a nod of approval. Maria grinned back this time.

Steve’s phone rang and he pulled out a flip phone. Natasha found it a bit odd but maybe the guy didn’t like technology and no one else decided to say something. He nodded to Wanda, “Your time to shine.” 

She got up nervously and bit her lip as she looked through the two remaining guys. “I’m gonna go with Sam.” He grinned at her and swept her up in a hug, to which she giggled. They stood side by side smiling until Wanda’s phone chimed. “Bucky, it’s your turn.”

He nodded at her and stood up. “Look at all the people who are left!” He chuckled nervously at his joke and pulled at the sleeve on his left arm, “I’m gonna have to go with Val.” 

She smiled at his humor and walked over to stand next to him. She gave him a confident grin and he returned it with a shaky one of his own. 

Natasha glanced around and took in all of the pairings. Some looked better than others but she couldn’t help but think that everyone’s was better than hers. It was just her luck that she got picked by the slimiest guy here. She mentally cursed Tony for what must have been the thousandth time that summer and folded her arms across her chest. This will be a fun summer for sure not.

A/N: Let me know how you like the series so far, I hope I’m not the only one enjoying it. I really do appreciate all the notes on the series in particular, I feel like in a way this one is more of my own creative self’s doing. My updates may start to become more irregular and I apologize for that, I’ll do my best to do a part a week. Thanks, Viv :)

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Jenny screams out and it's no pose 'Cause when she dances she goes and goes Beer through the nose on an inside joke And I'm so excited, I haven't spoken And she's so pretty, and she's so sure Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her Summer's all in bloom Summer is ending soon It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone But I hold onto your secrets in white houses

I woke up later than I’d have liked the next morning, and not at all of my own accord. Harry and I had fallen asleep on the sofa outside, and been woken up by the seagulls making their presence known as the sun just began to peek its head over the horizon. I’d slept soundly, head resting on Harry’s chest, rising and falling gently with his wheezy breathing, his arm wrapped around my back. In my own bed though, I couldn’t get back to it. On my own, my thoughts were consumed by him and the feeling he’d left inside me before we went our separate ways to our own rooms.

At some point I must have fallen asleep, but that didn’t make it any easier to wake up when Jen came bursting into the room to get me out of bed. She was ready for the day. Hair plaited in two boxer braids, a black and white, aztec patterned, bikini top on and a white high-waisted skirt. I could feel my hair was resembling a bird's nest that had fallen from the top branch of a tree, and the t-shirt that I’d pulled on to sleep in wasn’t exactly fresh smelling.

‘Come on lazy bones, time to get up, we’re going down the beach.’ Jen practically squealed, making me wince as she bounced onto the sofa bed and pulled the duvet off me, not caring for what I may, or may not, have been wearing underneath. ‘Andie, come onnn.’ Jen groaned as I grumbled and buried my head further into my pillow, really not wanting to get up yet. I was not a morning person and Jen knew that. ‘Harry really wants to see you.’ She cooed, mockingly.

‘Fuck off.’ I mumbled into the pillow waiting for her to disappear. I knew she wouldn’t, but a girl could hope. I heard her laugh and felt her weight leave the mattress. I turned my head a little to look after her, catching her going through my bag. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Trying to find something for you to wear.’ Jen explained, pulling clothes from my bag and throwing them to the floor carelessly. ‘Do you have any interest in looking like an eighteen year old woman?’ I rolled my eyes at Jen, my boyish style was something she’d never been able to get her head around.

‘Do you have any interest in not being so salty all the time?’ Jen chuckled as I sat up in my bed. That would be a no. ‘That will be fine Jen.’ I said pointing at the black and white bikini, rubbing my eyes free from sleep with the heel of my other hand, at the same time. The top looked more like a sports bra, white with black edging and straps and the bottoms were plain black briefs - simple. Jen threw it at me and I piled the swimming costume in my hand, swinging my legs out of the bed and waiting for clothes.

‘Go on, go put that on, I’ll find you something to wear.’ She told me, shewing me, with a flick of her wrist, out of the room. I groaned, but did as I was told, sliding lazily from the bedroom, practically dragging my feet behind me and letting my arms hang limply by my side.

The bathroom was a state. It looked like whoever had been in there last had showered on the floor rather than in the shower. I mopped it up as best as I could with the mat before turning the shower on to freshen myself up. I needed it. My skin felt sticky, and I felt half alive. My head was home to a dull thump from the mismatch of alcohol I’d consumed the following evening, probably not helped by the sun. I could imagine my father’s ‘I told you so’ look if he’d been there to see me, because no doubt he would have told me to slow up on the prosecco after drinking pimms all afternoon.

The shower was bliss. I ran the water just warm enough so I didn’t freeze and let it run over me before washing myself with the almond milk shower gel. It was Jen’s favourite, it was expensive and, she thought, sophisticated. I wasn’t completely convinced but it did smell nice and if nothing else, better than the stale scent I was wearing before washing. It didn’t do anything for my headache, but I felt more alive when I stepped out of the bathroom in my bikini, holding onto my underwear and t-shirt from the night before.

I watched my feet as I walked, mulling over how desperately the dark purple nail varnish needed replacing, and scalding myself for not sorting that out before leaving home. I was so consumed by my toes that I didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs. I was only pulled from my thoughts when I was sent of balance by walking into something warm and soft and entirely not a wall, and entirely too much like another human for my cheeks not to blush.

‘Whoa,’ the voice was instantly recognisable, and of course I looked up into bright green eyes from the bare back I’d walked straight into, Harry turning to look down at me. Why did this stuff keep happening around him? He had hold of my arms and was holding me back from him a little so he could get a good look at me and chuckling as he did so. ‘Still a bit sleepy love?’ He asked and I nodded lazily, very aware that I was stood infront of him in only my bikini. Either Harry hadn’t noticed, though, or he was being particularly polite, because he didn’t look down to rake his eyes over my exposed flesh. ‘I told Jen to leave you to sleep for a bit longer.’ I hummed a forced laugh and shrugged.

‘That’s ok, I can sleep at the beach.’ I told him with a weak smile. Harry shook his head and smirked at me, half his mouth lifting to give his face a cocky quality that might have annoyed me had it not been Harry wearing the look, and had he not been making me feel the way I was. I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.

‘No sleeping, you’ve got to come swimming with me, we did quite enough sleeping last night.’ He winked and it continued to have the same effect on me even twelve hours later. He was flirting with me, shamelessly, he knew exactly what he was doing and he knew exactly how it was making me feel. The only thing I felt I could do was play him at his own game, only I knew I definitely wasn’t as talented at it as he was.

‘I’d rather do more sleeping.’ I expressed, letting the words draw out my mouth lazily and narrowing my eyes at him a little, resisting the urge to wink at him the way he continued to do at me so knowingly. Maybe I was better at it then I thought because I saw him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, before I sidled past him to my bedroom.

I practically stumbled through the open doorway, a little in shock at my own handling of the situation, leaving Harry standing dumbfounded, mouth agape, his eyes following me away from him, in the hallway. I fell against the door, closing it with my back, completely oblivious to Jen staring up at me, the same bewildered expression on her face that I’d left across Harry’s. I scratched my head not entirely sure if the interaction had really happened or if it was just in my head.

‘Andréa Bridges, were you just flirting with Harry Styles?’ Jen toyed, rising from her knees to stand in front of me. I shrugged at her, I really wasn’t sure, if I was it was a lot bloody easier than anyone had ever made it out to be.

‘I’m not really sure.’ Jen giggled at my answer and grabbed my hands pulling me into the room.

‘I’ll tell you what, there would be a heap of girls at uni jealous of you right now, he’s practically drooling over you, who’d have thought.’ I tried to ignore the back handedness of the compliment that I think was hidden in her words somewhere, and focused on the fact that I wasn’t completely mad in thinking Harry might have a little thing for me. I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips, though I tried to keep it concealed.

The beach was no more than a two minute walk from the back gate of the house, and that was at dawdling pace. If you wanted it to, it didn’t have to take more than thirty seconds to be on the sand. We were carrying far too much stuff considering, we had more in our arms than people who had driven half an hour or more to get there. Harry had hardly said a word to me since our encounter in the hallway and I was beginning to think, in front of his friends, he wasn’t so eager to let his potential feelings be seen. I ignored the pit like feeling that left in me, and pretended not to notice his silence instead walking with Jen and laughing and joking with her.

We parked ourselves in a quiet spot, most people having located themselves closer to the carpark and cafe. Within half an hour of being on the beach, I was regretting agreeing to the tight, and far too tiny, denim shorts Jen handed me of hers in the bedroom. I’d spent the walk down from the house, along the boardwalk to the beach, trying to pull them down my thighs, though it made no difference. They were still too short for my liking. And once we were on the beach they were playing home to a whole heap of sand that was making me itch and the inside of my thighs sore.

It wasn’t helped by the fact the day before definitely wasn’t the hottest day of the year. The temperatures had rocketed and I was sweltering. I’d rid myself of my t-shirt fairly swiftly, but I wasn’t sure I felt comfortable taking my shorts off. And so I was sat on the beach, surrounded by people in their swim wear, in a pair of denim shorts that were making me sweaty, itchy and uncomfortable. It didn’t make sense to me either.

‘Are any of you gonna come swim?’ Harry groaned for about the fifth time as Jen looked up, from where she was laid sunning herself, to change the song on the playlist. I liked it, but clearly it wasn’t ‘cool’ enough for Jen. The boys mumbled some sort of excuses and I didn’t need to hear Jen’s response to know she wouldn’t. She couldn’t swim, and hated the sea for that reason alone, though loved the beach. It was confusing, but I knew trying to even get her to paddle would end in an argument so I sighed and stood up.

‘I’ll paddle with you.’ I bargained with him, brushing as much sand off me as I could. A dopey grin spread across his face and I could hardly help but smile in return, waiting for him to join me at my side before walking down to the sea. He had a pair of canary yellow boardies on. Not many people could pull them off, but there he was, matching it with a green and yellow cap, some logo on it that I couldn’t pin point, looking like a dream.

‘Last night was nice.’ Harry commented, zig zagging his walk and getting a little closer to me each time. I nodded and hummed in response. ‘Apart from when you kissed Zak, that wasn’t nice.’ I looked down at my feet then, his eyes falling hard on me. I’d half forgotten about the spin the bottle incident, it wasn’t really a kiss anyway, but Harry had made no secret of his jealousy over it and I wasn’t quite sure how that made me feel.

‘Just a game, didn’t mean anything did it.’ I told him, glancing up at him a little, bumping his arm with mine. He just shrugged, looking away from me now and seemingly refusing to meet my eyes. ‘Oi, don’t be like that, you kissed people too and I’m not throwing a strop.’

‘A strop!?’ The offence was clear in his voice, his eyes wide as he looked down at me from his height advantage. I had to laugh at him, he had the look of a petulant child and it tickled me. The smirk that was left behind from my giggle was still on my face when he shook his head and looked away again. ‘Well that’s it,’ I saw the mischief on his face and I narrowed my eyes waiting for a cheeky comment. It didn’t come though, instead he bounced into me and swept me up in his arms, ‘You’re coming swimming.’ I squealed and kicked my legs trying to free myself from his arms as he ran towards the water, but he was holding me tight against him and, in fear of falling from him, I wrapped my arms around his neck clinging on as he jogged effortlessly into the sea.

‘Harry no, please.’ I begged, breathless from squealing and laughing. ‘My shorts.’ I tried to point out but he paid no mind to my clothes just kept walking deeper, his shorts already getting wet as he continued into the water. ‘Harry.’ I cried as the waves began to lap at my bum. I lifted it away from the water hanging from Harry’s neck and trying to keep dry.

‘Should have thought about that before you accused me of having a strop.’ Harry explained with a devilish look on his face. I shook my head and begged him with my eyes. ‘You can stop giving me puppy dog eyes as well, it’s too late, you’re going in.’ He told me defiantly and I let out an exasperated laugh letting my head fall back. ‘You can swim can’t you?’ I thought about lying, but that would be unfair so I nodded. ‘Good, ready?’ He didn’t give me a chance to answer, ‘1.’

‘No Harry.’ He bounced me in his arms as I shook my head, but his eyes just got wide.

‘2,’ another bounce, eyes wider as I shook my head wildly, ‘3.’ He threw me in the air, but I was defiant, if I was going in so was he. I clung to his neck as I fell below the waves pulling Harry down on top of me as I went and refusing to let go until I was back above the water. ‘I wasn’t meant to get wet.’ He grumbled wiping salt water from his face as he surfaced after me. I chuckled at him, his curls wet underneath his hat that he was pulling back on tightly.

‘Well I was hardly going to let you get away with that was I?’ Harry huffed in response pushing himself back in the water and floating away from me. I pushed myself off my feet, taking two kicks to be at his side. ‘I’m sorry, that was mean, forgive me?’

‘As if I could say no.’ He smirked pulling me closer by my arm.

‘So was that why you were ignoring me walking down here?’ I asked him, harking back to his unprecedented jealousy. Harry just shrugged, pouting his lip a little and looking away. I didn’t really know what to say to him, if he really was jealous (which I found a little difficult to believe, as far as I could see there was nothing to be jealous of) I didn’t know how to stop that, so I left it be.

‘Those shorts are gonna be pretty useless for the rest of the day.’ He pointed out, changing the subject and pulling at one of the belt loops of my shorts as I floated on my stomach beside him.

‘You’ll have to go and get me some more.’ I shrugged pouting my lips a little at him.

‘Or you could just go in your bikini like normal people do at the beach.’ I shrugged and looked away, still not sure how I felt about that prospect. ‘What you worried about?’ I shrugged again. ‘Andie - wait what’s your actual name?’

‘Andréa.’

‘Andréa, you look fucking amazing, and even if you didn’t who gives a shit, I’m the only one allowed to look at you anyway.’ I scoffed at his comment and shook my head at him not entirely sure I liked it.

‘I’m not yours Harry.’ I reminded him sternly.

‘Yet.’ I scoffed again at his cocksuredness. Obviously he’d got an extra boost of confidence from somewhere and his ego appeared to be growing.

‘Someone’s a bit sure of themselves aren’t they.’ I commented letting him pull me closer again, but resisting the pull to be right at his side, against him.

‘You’re not sure enough love.’ He told me with a twitch of his eyebrows. I took a deep breath trying to calm the whirlwind inside me that was sending up feelings I couldn’t name. They were new, and exciting but ever so terrifying at the same time. ‘Trust me you look good in that bikini, and you look best when you’re being confident with me.’ I laughed loudly, throwing my head back. ‘I’m being serious.’ I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. I knew it was a compliment, but I wasn’t good at taking those so I changed the subject.

‘What’s the go with the yellow?’ I asked motioning towards his hat and shorts.

‘Packers.’ The look of confusion was obviously clear because he chuckled at me as it washed over. ‘American football team, the one I go for more importantly.’

‘You’re not into American Football are you?’ I chided flaring my nostrils. He nodded and I had to roll my eyes, going in for that confident thing he said he liked as best I could. ‘Jee and I thought you were a decent guy.’

‘Heyyy.’ Harry dipped his brows and pouted his bottom lip at me, as if I’d genuinely hurt his feelings. ‘You’ll have to get into it if you’re gonna date me.’ He pointed out. How could he be so unashamedly forward when I was struggling to even take his compliments? It baffled me, but I couldn’t deny I quite liked it.

‘Who said I’m gonna date you?’

‘Your eyes.’ He smirked, pointing at them as he named them. If he could see in my eyes what I could see in his, he probably wasn’t wrong. But, I was trying so hard to keep it hidden that it frustrated me that he could see through me so easily.

‘You’re getting far too ahead of yourself Styles.’

I don’t know how long we were in the sea for, but when we eventually emerged my fingertips were beginning to wrinkle and I could feel the salt drying on my skin and in my hair, making it sticky. We’d been being overtly flirty with each other whilst we were alone in the water; taking any chance to lay our hands on one another, giggling each time and holding each other’s eyes for time that would normally feel awkward. I couldn’t help but wonder if Harry would be so openly coy with his friends around.

‘Why don’t you take those off, they can’t be comfortable?’ Harry suggested pointing towards my saturated shorts. Admittedly, they were uncomfortable, clinging to my thighs and rubbing the skin raw as I walked. But, I could anticipate a sly comment from Jen and that played at the back of my mind and made me feel anxious. ‘If she says anything I’ll remind her what an idiot she made of herself last night.’ Harry bargained, winking as he did so as if he could read my mind. ‘You just gotta play her at her own game, she’ll soon stop being like that.’

‘I’ve known her a little longer than you, trust me I’ve tried, I think being a cousin to Jen is a little different to being a friend.’ I told him, but reminded myself of the promise I’d made before leaving home, to be more confident and less worried about what people might say or think. I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down my legs, instantly feeling better for having the sodden denim off.

‘Better?’ Harry asked and I nodded with a smile. Even then, like earlier in the morning, in the hallway, he didn’t scan over my body instead just looked me straight in the eye and smiled back.

I took the lead back up the beach to the others. We walked closer than we had earlier when we walked down to the sea, before Harry had picked me up. There was no awkward zig zagging to try and get closer sneakily, we just walked, arms brushing each other, fingers tantalizingly close to being in one another’s hands. I considered taking his hand, but that was too much even for this confident me I was trying to let come naturally rather than forcing it, so I settled with letting our knuckles skim each other every now and again and hoped Harry was fighting the same urge.

When we reached the others, Zak and Finn were up kicking a ball between them, but Jen was laid in the same spot she had been when we left them, only on her back rather than her front. She had the same music playing as earlier, it could have even been the same song for all I knew, but she had a hat covering her face from the sun so she didn’t see Harry and I approach.

‘Alright love birds?’ Zak asked with a wink and knowing smirk that had me blushing. I saw Harry just shrug before he upped his speed running into Zak to take the ball from his feet. Zak was too quick for Harry though and he turned on his heel, getting away from Harry before Harry got close.

‘You wanna play, two on two?’ Finn shouted out to me, pointing at him and Zak and then me and Harry.

‘Yes she does, we’re gonna own you.’ Harry grinned before I even had a chance to respond.

‘Erm excuse me, I believe Finn was asking me and I believe Finn and I are about to own you and Zak, actually.’ I countered for no other reason than to rile Harry a little bit. His face fell, his nostrils flaring a little, but I simply shrugged at him. He had to get over this jealous thing. I mean, I liked that he got jealous, it was flattering in a roundabout way. However, I knew I would never be his if he got jealous every time I did something with another boy. I still wasn’t sure if I even wanted to be his at all. It was confusing, but I paid no mind to it instead went to join Finn at the opposite end of the makeshift football pitch from Harry.

‘I’m not gonna go easy on you love.’ Harry announced, shouting loudly down the pitch towards me.

‘I didn’t ask you too.’ I pointed out, placing my hands on my hips and moving them from side to side waiting for the game to start.

It did, and I tried to remember everything I’d ever taken in about the skill of football. Most of it seemed common sense and I definitely felt I held my own. I managed to take the ball from both Harry and Zak at least twice, and didn’t even consider holding back in the tackles. Harry was clearly not expecting me to be any good, because the first time I took the ball off him I heard him splutter a surprise filled, huff of a laugh as I ran towards the goal with the ball, kicking it across to Finn, before Zak caught up with me, for him to score a goal. I also saw the way he had to look away when I ran to Finn for a celebratory hug.

‘Yes Andie, go on take a shot.’ Finn called after me as I dodged Harry yet again. I laughed at the sound of frustration I heard come from him before taking a shot at the t-shirt, marked goal, the ball sailing past Zak and through the DIY posts. I squealed with delight, turning to Finn and running to him. His arms were outstretched when I reached him, enveloping me and lifting me off my feet, spinning me round as he did so. I laughed wildly as spun us at a dizzying speed, a bright, perfect grin on his face below me.

‘Come on mate put her down.’ I heard Harry call and the laugh fell from my face. I turned to look at him as Finn placed me back on the floor, the smile dropped from his face too. Harry had a look of pure envy spattered across his features. His nostrils were flared, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightly set. He looked just like Zak had looked when he watched Jen on Finn’s lap the night before. I shook my head at him, frustrated that he felt he could be like that.

‘I need a time out.’ I chuckled to ease any tension, jogging away from the boy’s to where Jen was. She’d sat up now and was watching us play, but it didn’t appear she was really concentrating. Her lips were pursed and she only noticed me when I was virtually with her. ‘You ok?’ I asked a little concerned. I could see she was deep in thought, and I should have guessed something might be up when she didn’t make a comment about my lack of shorts.

‘Yeah, bit hungover I think.’ Jen laughed, but it was obviously fake and forced. I sat down next to her on the round towel. My bikini was stone dry after running around in the sun and my hair was beginning to settle in curls, held in place by sea water and sand. Jen looked up to me and smiled weakly, we both knew it wasn’t a hangover that had her sat alone watching as her friends played in the sunshine.

‘What’s up?’ I asked. She wouldn’t lie, not to me. We never lied to one another, not even white lies. Even when I’d stolen the last of her Milky Bar Buttons that she’d been saving, hidden in her bedside table, I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t. We were four and I couldn’t lie about milky bar buttons, so when she asked me, ten years later, if I’d slept with the random boy at the party to get it over and done with, I was surprised how easily it came.

We kept secrets, we were good at that, we were secret keepers and we kept each other’s like our lives depended on it. She knew whatever she told me would come to the grave with me if that’s what she wanted.

‘I slept with Finn last night.’ She admitted after a heavy sigh, looking down at her feet, her face sullen as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. This wasn’t Jen, she slept with people all the time, it’s just what she did, there was something else here. I just looked at her for a moment, but she never said anything. It looked like she wanted to, she kept taking breaths and squinting her eyes. There was something on her mind that she wasn’t sharing, but it appeared to be the only thing she could think about.

‘Oh right,’ I wasn’t sure what to say, but I knew I had to say something. It didn’t matter how many mean things she’d say or do, or how little she made me feel sometimes, I’d never be able to watch her be so unlike herself and not try and help. Maybe I was too nice for my own good, but I’d rather that than have a callous reputation precede me. ‘Did something happen? You worried it wasn’t a good idea?’ Jen simply nodded, sniffing as she did so. ‘Why’s that?’ I queried. For a second or two she didn’t respond, she didn’t shrug or shake her head, she didn’t say anything or even make a sound.

‘No reason I’m being stupid.’ She lied, she knew I’d see through it, we never lied to one another so the fact she was doing so now, said a lot. I didn’t know why she had something she felt she couldn’t tell me about, but I couldn’t help but feel it was something to do with Zak and the way he’d been watching her all night, as she sat on Finn’s lap and played with his hair and toyed with his fingers. But, more than that the way she let her eyes fall on him when he wasn’t looking and the flash of sadness that ran through them before she turned her attention back to acting drunk and giving Finn big doe eyes.

‘Ok, well you gonna come play?’ I asked motioning my head towards the three boys stood around in a small circle, presumably talking amongst themselves, as I stood up again, dusting the back of my thighs free of the sand that had stuck to them. I turned to Jen and outstretched my hand, encouraging her to come with me. She shook her head though, looked up to me, her chocolate coloured eyes meeting my virtually identical ones and giving me a half hearted, feeble smile to tell me she wasn’t in the mood.

‘Nah I’ll stay here, you go, keep giving Harry the wrong idea.’ She winked and smiled evilly before laying back down on her back, the same wicked smile plastered on her face, the conversation that had preceded completely forgotten. I felt my heart drop with her words though, right down into my stomach where it rocked and made me feel nauseous.

Why I let her get to me I didn’t know, but I did let her get to me. I wasn’t even sure what the wrong idea I might be giving Harry was, but the thought that I might be doing it was enough to make me not want to ever lead anyone on. Just because I was confused by him didn’t mean I was leading up the garden path, did it? I was confused because it promised to be complicated, not because I wasn’t sure how I felt. He made me buzz with what he made me feel, every bit of me was electrified when he looked at me the way he did, and said the things he said. I couldn’t ignore it because it was too intense to be able to. I liked him, I liked him alot.

I’d never been struck by a bout of instant attraction, but with Harry I’d imagine most people would struggle. But, what if he wasn’t like this with everyone? What if he didn’t smile after them even after they’d turned away, didn’t let his eyes linger over them for longer than necessary, trickle his fingers over them at any given opportunity? What if it was just me? I pushed the thoughts away, told myself to stop being stupid and turned back to the boys.

And there he was, staring at me with that grin on his face that made me need to take a deeper breath. That dimpled cheek, those perfect teeth and crinkled eyes, straight at me. Then Finn said something and Harry nodded, his smile falling to something less intense, like he was surrendering to something and my heart skipped a beat at the innocence of it and how starkly different, but entirely the same, it was as the one that went before it. His eyes stayed on me as I padded back across the sand to them, but I looked anywhere but at Harry, feeling like I was under the spotlight when I was caught in his stare.

‘She being boring?’ Finn asked once I was close enough that I could hear him as he spoke without raising his voice at all.

‘Hungover.’ I lied with an eye roll for effect. The boy’s all chuckled but I couldn’t help but question if Finn really believed me or knew better. She’d appeared to be drunk enough to deserve a hangover that would last another few hours yet. Of course, I knew she hadn’t really been that drunk at all, but it was becoming clearer that perhaps Jen wasn’t as honest with these people as she’d been with me and maybe it was taking its toll on her to keep up with both.

‘Oh well her loss.’ Harry cracked, grabbing my hand and smiling at me, possibly able to see a glimmer of concern on my face. ‘You’re on my team now, love.’ And there it was that little word that made my cheeks blush, warming me from the inside out. I had to bite back the smile that tried to sneak onto my face with it and looked down to my feet as Harry pulled me away from Finn and Zak. We stopped in front of our goal, but he didn’t let go of my hand straight away, instead circled his thumb across the back of it gently, eliciting sparks up my arm. ‘You ok?’ He asked sensitively.

‘Yeah, m’good.’ I told him smiling to assure him, but also because I couldn’t help myself. There was a feeling inside me that he genuinely cared, he looked at me like he honestly wanted to know, and also make sure, that I was ok. I hadn’t been looked at like that by anyone (bar my dad, but that was very different) and it felt amazing.

Jen did eventually join in, slipping into Finn and Zak’s team to make it an unfair game. Harry and I still rampaged the field though, somehow slipping past Finn and Zak several times to trounce their score by double. Jen didn’t really do much apart from that thing people tend to do, though I’d thought normally teenage, hormonal girls, where they’re too worried of embarrassing themselves and as a byproduct embarrass themselves. She got something out of it though, namely Zak helping her to her feet after she tripped over mine as I tackled the ball from her. I didn’t miss the way she had to chew her bottom lip to stop from smiling up at him, or the way she watched after him with that smile, unbitten, as he chased after Harry with the ball.

I knew that look. I felt that look inside me when I caught myself staring at Harry and thinking about tracing the outline of his butterfly or his swallows with my fingertips, being close enough to his bare chest to see every detail of the ink.

‘Andie!?’ I uncocked my head clearing my throat at the urgent call of my name. Once again I’d been caught staring by Jen, but this time not just by her. I saw the discerning smirk on Zak’s face and the way Finn was looking at Harry with eyebrows raised, Harry looking at me with that cocky smile I half wanted to slap from his face but half destroyed me. I turned my head to Jen who was shaking her head mouth agape. ‘Jesus girl, are you ok? Do you want a beer?’

‘Leave her alone Jen, she likes my tattoos.’ Harry spoke before I could even nod, let alone respond verbally. I saw him take a couple of steps closer out of the corner of my eye.

‘I don’t think it’s your tattoos she’s drooling over H.’ Jen remarked.

‘I’m right here guys, literally right here.’ I reminded them both, earning a chuckle from Finn who was now bored of the interaction kicking the ball at his feet into the air to start on a impressive run of keepy uppies, though he was yet to beat Zak. ‘Yes I’d like a beer thank you.’ I finished turning to Jen and moving to follow her, but being pulled back in the opposite direction by a hand that was becoming all too familiar.

‘So what is it you’re drooling over if not my tattoos?’ Harry asked, his tongue finding a resting spot on one of his pointed teeth, the tip of it running along the pearly white dagger as he waited for me to respond. I felt my nostrils twitch and I licked my lips to try and keep composure, remembering to play him at his own game.

‘The guy, behind you who was playing rugby.’ I lied pulling my hand easily from his grasp when he turned quickly with a worried look to the guy who wasn’t, and had never been, behind him. He thought he had me on a string but it was clear to me I had him hook, line and sinker.

‘That was unfair.’ He called out jogging to my side to walk with me.

‘So were you.’ I pointed out, eyes on Jen and the Desperados she was fetching from the cool box.

‘I only wanted to know what you were drooling over?’ I gave him a warning glare. ‘What? I’m happy to admit I can’t stop myself drooling over you.’

‘I’d rather you didn’t drool, drooling’s for dogs, it’s gross.’ I scalded though I didn’t know why.

‘Why are you being so difficult all of a sudden?’ Harry pulled my arm again. I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to act like he’d frustrated me. He hadn’t it was banter, it’s what we’d been doing all day. He was paying me compliments that at the very least should have had my cheeks feeling rosy, why I felt the need to rebuke him so cruelly I didn’t know. I was bordering on the line that I didn’t want to be bordering on and so I gave into his gentle tug to get me to face him, and looked up into his eyes. ‘I’m sorry if I embarrassed you ok?’ He offered clearly a little butt hurt by the whole thing. ‘I just, I like looking at you and I thought, well I wanted to know if you liked looking at me and I was trying to be cheeky about it cause I like how it makes you blush when I’m-’

‘I do like looking at you ok?’ I admitted, cutting off his fumbling speech before he said something he regretted. The smile that wound over his face at my words could have knocked me for ten, my confession obviously having the same effect over him as his had, had over me.

‘So you were drooling?’ He smirked. Back to that again. Why did it look so annoyingly good on him?

‘I wasn’t drooling, Jesus.’ I groaned and he chuckled clearly getting the desired reaction. ‘I actually was admiring your tattoos, I like them, they’re cool, ok?’ He smiled again, self assured, but not at all arrogant. He surfed that line easily, and made it look effortless all the while.

‘Which ones your favourite?’ Harry questioned, tilting his head a little to one side. I bit my lip and looked over his body. I scanned the artwork, raking my eyes over each piece slowly, taking my time over his tight muscles that evened out with soft flesh around his hips as well as the ink.

‘I’ll have to think about it.’

‘Andie.’ I turned to Jen’s call. She was holding a bottle of beer in the air for me. I smiled in her direction and flicked my head back to Harry as he dropped my arm that I’d almost forgotten he was holding until he wasn’t holding it anymore.

‘Ok, well let me know later then.’ I nodded at him before turning away, almost skipping towards Jen.

I was so close to something. On the verge of it and it made my heart race with a nervous anticipation that made my stomach turn with a hint of sickness, but made every part of me, even my mind, feel light.

It got dark slowly. The sky turned from pale blue, to a wash of pinks and oranges that became slowly saturated with purple and then eventually navy blue. We were lit by the flames of the BBQ that we relit when it began to get cold. But it didn’t help and I found myself wandering back to the house with Finn to fetch a collection of jumpers and some blankets. We wanted to stay on the beach. It was clear we all felt like we were in some movie where we were embarking on the summer of our lives and curled up together around flames, smothered by woolen blankets that had smothered me as a toddler, anything was within reach.

My nose still stung from the beer I’d snorted out of it as Jen danced around on the sand, calling out a joke only the two of us got. Referencing a memory I’d practically forgotten about. The time her mother had come home from a party that our parents had gone to together, drunk out of her mind and teaching the children how to dance ‘a la seventies.’ The boys didn’t get it but they all laughed as I choked on my beer and Jen danced like something out of a Wham music video. She was at her best when she was like this, there was always that thing in the back of my mind though, that the worst of her was hiding in there somewhere.

‘So I guess Jen told you then?’ Finn asked, his question taking me a little by surprise. We were nearly at the gate and the walk so far had been in silence. It didn’t really bother me. I knew nothing about him, he knew nothing about me, despite my promises I was still shy and I think he was too so we were happy saying nothing. But now he’d asked me and I wasn’t going to lie so I nodded. ‘You won’t tell anyone will you?’

‘No of course not.’ I told him with a smile and he looked beyond grateful, back at me.

‘I should have known she’d tell someone, I don’t know why I trusted her to be the first one I told, I guess at least she told you and not Zak or someone.’ I felt my eyebrows fold in and I looked at the back of Finn’s head. Those words didn’t sound like they related to what Jen had told me. Finn looked over his shoulder at me and obviously saw the confusion on my face. ‘We’re not talking about the same thing are we?’

‘I don’t think so, no.’ I told him, honestly. ‘She told me you slept together last night, she told me she didn’t think it was a good idea, but that was it.’ I explained to him, and he nodded gently obviously feeling a little guilty for thinking Jen had spilled some big secret of his. ‘She’s good at keeping secrets, you don’t need to worry about her telling people.’ I reassured with a smile to match that tone. He nodded again and I overtook him on the path to the house.

‘Did she say why she didn’t think it was a good idea?’ He asked from behind me. I shook my head, focusing on unlocking the backdoor before answering.

‘No, I get the feeling it’s something to do with Zak though.’ I admitted a little careless from the beer I’d been drinking.

‘Yeah maybe.’ Finn hummed, stepping into the house behind me as I flicked lights on to illuminate the place. ‘Might be the fact I told her I was gay though.’ It came from nowhere and I hadn’t been expecting it. No one had ever opened up to me like that, if Jen had been the first to know I was the second and he didn’t even know me. ‘Sorry you didn’t need to know that.’

‘Don’t be sorry, it’s fine, I’m happy you feel you can tell me.’ I told him with a smile turning on my heel to face him. ‘And don’t worry about Jen, it might be that, but I’d take a guess it’s something to do with the fact she’s got a massive crush on Zak.’

‘Oh I know, it’s sickening isn’t it?’ I laughed and nodded. ‘Zak’s got a bit of a reputation for going for modelesque girls and Jen doesn’t think she’s worthy.’ Finn explained to me. I found it hard to believe. Jen was stunning, I knew she was stunning, everyone knew she was stunning. Why did she think she wasn’t worthy of Zak? Maybe she wasn’t as confident and sure as she came across, maybe despite the bravado she was just as scared and unsure as me. Maybe she was just better at hiding it. Maybe that wasn’t a good thing.

Conversation flowed easily like Finn hadn’t just been the most honest with me he’d been with anyone bar Jen. I’d meant it when I’d said I was happy he felt he could tell me. It made me feel like I was the kind of person I tried so hard to be. Confident and outgoing was nice and I really didn’t want to be the shy little girl at the back anymore, but I still wanted to be the person people felt they could trust and bare their souls to, be completely themselves around. As far as I could see there was no better way to be.

Back on the beach, Jen was skewering marshmallows onto sticks to toast over the flames. I threw her hoodie at her and took my space next to Harry. We’d been sat with each other for the entire evening and for some reason had been forcing ourselves to keep a reasonable distance from one another, our hands wrapped around beer bottles and self-constructed burgers. But, I gave up on that now, and narrowly missed his outstretched leg as I sat down next to him. He was leant back on his arms and my back fell against it lightly, so I was caught against his shoulder quite comfortably. I flicked my eyes to him, the corners of his mouth lifted as I spread the blanket out over us handing him his hoodie.

‘I’m ok, you have it. You cold?’ The offer and the question seemed the wrong way, but I nodded nonetheless. ‘You put it on.’ I had my own but I couldn’t turn down the offer of pulling on his hoodie so I did. The large black jumper swamped me, it was warm and cosy and smelt deliciously similar to him. ‘Better?’ He asked lifting the hood up over my head to trap yet more heat. I nodded, though my eyes were focusing on the two marshmallow sticks Jen handed to us.

It wasn’t just the heat from the fire, or the trapped warmth from wearing Harry’s hoodie that helped the goosebumps fade. Harry had his arm around me, tightly, unashamedly not caring if Jen, or Finn or Zak or anyone else who might care to look, could see how close he held me as we moved forward to hold our marshmallows over the fire. It had been two days but I had real feelings surging around inside me for this kind eyed, gentle boy. It felt so natural to be curled into his body, his strong bare arm holding me there. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. I didn’t think he wanted to either so I didn’t even try.

We all gorged ourselves on marshmallows until we were feeling sickly with the taste, the first bag finished and the second nearly the same. I dropped my stick to the sand and fell against Harry with a huff. The laugh he let out vibrated through his chest and subsequently rattled me as well. His hand ran up my arm, resting on my shoulder where he squeezed gently, comforting in a different way to anything that had relaxed me before.

‘Feeling a bit sick love?’ He asked, whispered, against the hood of his jumper, where his head rested softly. I nodded and he hummed a chuckle into my hair, taking the hood back a little. ‘Wanna lie down?’ He offered and my heart went from a steady walk to a full blown canter, jumps and all, we’re talking Grand National esque racing. I swallowed and I knew he felt it because he began to rub, gentle, reassuring circles onto my arm through the jumper.

‘Ok.’ I practically choked, barely even a whisper. He maneuvered us a little, taking the blanket from our legs to lay it behind us for our heads and back, so that as we laid down my head rested on his chest and his arm remained close around me, holding me there comfortably. I heard a sharp intake of a breath and recognised it as Jen but I paid it no attention, focusing on trying to restore my heart to a normal rate and keeping my thoughts rational.

‘Good?’ Harry asked, again whispered. I nodded against his chest, squirming a little to get comfortable. Tentatively, and slowly, probably minutes later, I let my hand ghost up his chest to rest over the bare muscle, fingers just touching his skin, palm loosely fitting over him. I thought I felt him shiver, I definitely heard him clear his throat so I let my hand sit heavier against him.

It felt like we laid there for hours, silence falling over all of us, the only sound that of the crackling fire. I lifted my head to look at everyone. They’d all followed suit, the sickly sweet, bag and a half of marshmallows too much for all of us. It looked like we were all sleeping but I could hear Jen whispering as she lay opposite Zak, facing him, but a distance between them.

I twisted my head to look back at my companion. His hand had fallen down my back a little as I sat up, I could feel it resting just shy of my skin, his little finger on the cusp between the jumper and the bare, back of my thigh. I could have moved to allow him to find it but I got caught off guard by his eyes that were looking up to me, his neck a little strained to meet my gaze.

‘Alright?’ He breathed and I nodded with the softest smile. He looked satisfied with that as he lay back down, head on the blanket that he’d adjusted to make a small pillow. Harry’s arm tightened around me and pulled me higher up his body with ease, my leg breezing against his, the leg of his shorts coming with me for a second until he stopped so I was right above him, looking down at him. ‘So did you decide on the tattoo?’

‘Hmm.’ I mulled it over, I hadn’t given it another thought if I was honest but I knew I had to choose. I bit into my bottom lip and looked back over him as best I could from my position above him. My arm had been resting across his chest and I had to move it lower down his body to twist enough to get a proper look at all the stains on his skin. ‘I think this one.’ I told him, pointing to the butterfly and looking up at his eyes with a childish grin. He smiled, holding back a small laugh.

‘Why?’ He queried and I shrugged. I had absolutely no idea.

‘Just good init.’ I told him and he laughed, a bark of humour that made me chuckle. ‘What?’

‘You were definitely not checking out my tattoos, you can’t even tell me why you like them.’ I blushed, I’d been caught out, but that didn’t change the fact I did admire the artwork, or at least most of it, that decorated his body. ‘You’re into me?’ I blushed harder but he couldn’t see in the darkness so I didn’t let it affect me. I felt his hand trail down the jumper again from the curve of my spine back to the edge of the jumper. He wanted his hand on my skin as much as I did but something was holding him back. ‘I’m into you if it helps.’ It did. I needed that confirmation.

‘Same.’ I whispered looking down. Clearly he needed it too because in the next second his hand had trailed down the back of my thigh and pushed his massive hoodie up to get to the exposed skin on my back, a chill seeping up under the fabric as he did so, but his hand recovered any warmth that left.

The smile that followed was something entirely different to what he’d been showing of up until then. It was entirely genuine and genuinely pure happiness and relief. It was infectious, like every other smile he’d flashed, and I mirrored him coyly, blushing as I looked down at his chest again. My hair fell from behind my ear, it hit his chest and curtained us off from one another. He didn’t stand for that though and in the next second his fingers were in my hair, tucking it back behind my ear securely and taking my chin so he could tip my face to look at him. Harry shuffled underneath me, lacing our legs together so I was half over him, half still on the blanket. One arm was still wrapped around me, home in the curve on my back and the other was holding my face in place.

We didn’t say another word. I didn’t feel we needed to. Harry lifted his head again and there were less than inches between us. I was begging him to close the gap, maybe he saw that or maybe he went of his own accord, I’m not sure but he did close the gap and he pressed his lips softly onto mine.

It was gentle and tentative, until I kissed him back and he sighed hungrily into my slightly parted mouth. It felt like sweet relief after two days of teasing back and forth, flirting that left us both high and dry every time. His lips on mine felt just as good as I might have imagined they would, sweet and soft and warm. As first kisses went, it was pretty close to perfect. A little messy and full of wanting, a trip of small discoveries, every sense alive with one another. I slowed it down as his hand gripped my back, gently pulling back from him. I didn’t miss the slight groan he let out as I did so. I didn’t want to. Of course I wanted to carry on, of course I wanted more.

I laid down beside him on my side and reached for his hip, pulling him to face me. He still had that hat on, holding his curls in place. I wanted to lay with him and run my fingers through them and I made a promise to let myself do that. He was scanning my face, possibly searching for something, I didn’t know what but his hand had returned to caress my hip, circling over the flesh there, my hand trailing up from his hip to his chest.

‘Will you stay in my bed tonight?’ He asked cautiously, barely audible even for me. ‘I just don’t want this to end.’ He admitted, scooting closer so he could lean down and kiss me again, catching my lips unaware but I was all too quick to give in and mold into his.

Summer was in full swing and I was on a high with it. But, it would all be over soon and I don’t think I’d ever be ready for that crash.

Ahh Andie and Harry making moves, cute? I hope you love them as much as I do, please let me know I love hearing your thoughts about the story and the characters.

Big love to my top lads @cuddlemusclestyles and @harrysmeadow for being baes and reading all the stuff and helping me find pictures for instas and talking shit with me about #handie. Love you long time bbys. 

I hope you enjoy, love to hear your thoughts xx

[realfitreallife]

Body Image and why I have to change how I see myself.

I planned an end of the school year trip for the boys to the beach. Part of me feels bad because they will be in daycare a lot this summer as I have to work and their dad is out of state working. So I planned the trip to Galveston. Three days of sun, sand and best friends as my friends were bringing their minions too! The beach is always an anxiety attack for me, and always has been. When you are heavy set -  Sorry April I know you hate that word but its literally how I can describe my body type over my life span, swim suits are a love hate relationship. I would love to rock a cute little two piece and feel amazing in it. I haven’t ever. I wear one piece, plain jane, boring swim suits because I have stuff that jiggles, and stretch marks and no one wants to see that. I have spent countless hours sitting with my feet in the sand, covered up from my knees to the neck and been miserable at the beach because I feel like everyone around me is having a blast and free and I am not. How can I truly live my life if I can’t be comfortable in my own skin. I can wear skinny jeans and wrestling shirts and feel like I’m a badass, I can wear sun dresses and sandals and feel super feminine and pretty..I can rock booty shorts and a tank top at my crossfit box, but putting on a swim suit terrifies me? Nah this isn’t going to work. I made a pact with myself this year. IT will be my year. Gut Check time.

SO I bought a “thick girl” friendly swim suit. I was going to wear a two piece and I would NOT spend the entire day wishing I had a different body.  I am not crazy, high waisted bottoms and a full coverage top to keep me feeling sexy and daring….but not having to show off all my lady parts. Let’s face it, being brutally honest here, I don’t look anything spectacular naked, however I feel pretty damn good because of how far I have come. SO like everything else I have had to tell myself I can do, I gathered my nerves and wore a two piece. Guess what happened?

Nothing. *gasp*

The world did not come to an end. No one rioted in the streets, in fact no one even looked twice at me that I could tell and me and the girls had a blast at the beach with our munchkins. We swam, we tanned, we built sand pits and we had a blast. TO anyone reading this trying to get through the summer, just do it. Life is entirely too short to worry about who’s watching you at the pool or the beach. If you go to the pool or beach and someone is watching and judging you from the sidelines then THEY have the problem…not you.

** PSA if you feel the need to point out my belly rolls, stretch marks, or any flaw with my body from these pictures, I can assure you - I have not forgotten how I look. Please know it took every ounce of courage to post them and put myself out here. I am a human being. In case anyone feels super critical and wants to be ugly. **

 We live in Texas where its too hot to completely avoid these situations where you have to wear a swim suit at some point and you know who will benefit the most? – Your kids/family, your friends and above all yourself. YOU will free yourself from any social obligations to be something you aren’t and you don’t have to live up to anyone’s expectations but your own. My boys had a blast and THEY loved it when I went swimming with them. That is what they will remember, not that mom had a few stomach rolls when she sat down in her two piece.

The truth is, I feel really good about how I looked in my bikini. I feel really good about myself and inside my own skin. I can’t believe how long I have spent tormenting myself because I felt like I had to look a certain way to be good enough for anyone. I am better then that. We are ALL better then that. I am super thankful for my girl gang. They are super patient, encouraging and full of love and faith in me even when I am insecure. Having this support system has done a lot for my backbone in life. If you don’t have friends that will support what is best for your mental health, and life, you need new friends. If you don’t have friends that won’t let you be stupid and ruin your life, then you need new friends. If you don’t have friends who won’t judge you, even when you’re being a brat….you need new friends.

My friends aren’t slouches either. SO I am not saying it was easy to strut out there next to these two beauties who are both super tall, and lean and all legs. I was very intimidated because standing next to them I feel more like an oompa loompa then a normal woman. However that’s what is screwed up with my mindset, I have more body fat yes but my self worth and self respect is just as high as theirs. My value doesn’t decrease because someone has a different body type then me. I have to stop thinking that way. We have to stop thinking this way.  This mindset only destroys your self esteem and keeps you from stepping out of that comfort zone and really living. I don’t know about anyone else but it took me 15+ years to realize that I have to be my biggest fan or there won’t be a me to change the world. I don’t want my biggest regret in life to be how I held myself back. Get out there, get moving, get living, get the realness and love back in your life that YOU need. Do it for you.

[3one3]

The Sequel - 864

Five Minutes

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“Stop cutting him off, babe.”

“I’m not!”

“He stops pushing the thing every time your boat nearly smashes into his. Here. Keep going, Munchkin. You can still beat him while he’s busy showing off.”

“Whose team are you on? You’re supposed to be officiating.”

“I am, but you have an unfair advantage so I have to moderate a handicap.”

“What advantage!”

“Not being two years old.”

Friday morning was for boat racing. André bought remote controlled boats to play with in the pool, for Lukas, he said. Christina knew the toys were just as much for him. He already tried to use one to deliver a bottled beer to her on the big pillow float when he first got them earlier in the summer. They came with very basic controllers, and Lukas just about understood that if he held down a button then the boat moved. He was the blue boat, and Dad raced the red one. Dad was much better at steering, so the red boat tended to win. Christina was trying to help even out the record. She sat on the side of the pool with her legs in the water and her son on her lap and tried to help him steer. André sat Indian-style beside them and steered his boat in circles around the other one, and all over the rest of the pool. Lukas had enough trouble navigating without the distraction of bumper-boats. He understood that Daddy was causing the problem.

“Daddy noooooo,” he shouted in frustration before vindictively hurtling the controller into the water. André used his long reach to retrieve it for him, and laughed at his reaction. He leaned over to kiss his forehead as he handed the waterproof device back, and then tried to fit his head between mother and child so that he could kiss Christina too. His lips were seeking a bikini-clad breast though, not a forehead, and he was badly off target.

“Stop it,” the rider ordered, making it difficult for him. “Start the race over and play fair.” She put her hands over Lukas’ littler ones to assist him in returning the blue boat to their end of the pool, to the imaginary starting line.

“Don’t you have horses to ride or something?”

“No. I told you I’m not going to work until you do.”

“I actually should start getting ready for that soon,” the player frowned after checking the time on his phone on the concrete between them. He didn’t want the nice morning with his family to come to an end yet. They had blueberry pancakes and eggs for breakfast on the patio, with green juice and abundant sunshine. Then the chef read articles from Time and The New Yorker aloud while everyone let the food settle. Then they played Banana Phone for a while, and then Tag, and then Monkey in the Middle with the dogs and a tennis ball. “Last race,” André announced as soon as Christina managed to get Lukas’ boat lined up next to his. Like clockwork, Espen greeted everyone from the patio as soon as her boss shouted “ready, set, go”, thus distracting the little boy piloting the blue speedboat and immediately putting him at a disadvantage. Mom tried to help. Espen’s arrival also signaled that it really was time to move on from playtime to work time for the adults. Christina really wasn’t ready to switch from bikini to breeches. In order to ensure that her horses got maximum turnout time, she had to do Kyle and Stefanie’s lessons earlier in the day. They had their own schedules to keep to, and she couldn’t text them and push their training back just so that she could spend more time playing in the sun with Lukas. She and André went upstairs together after the race to get ready. Both were inclined to drag their feet about it.

“I really like that bathing suit on you,” the BVB man commented in the doorway of his girl’s dressing room while she rummaged through one of her satin-black drawers. He liked the squishing effect of the olive green scoopneck bralette-style top on her chest, which was very secure in there. The ability for such little fabric to accomplish so much truly blew his mind.

“Go pack your backpack,” she muttered dismissively. How do I not have any clean crewneck barn t-shirts? I swear there was a heather gray one here yesterday. Espeeeeeeeeen. Why you hide my laundry?

“I can’t decide what entertainment to bring.”

“Are you sure you’re not just reluctant to get your bag and go to training and the hotel and the match because you think you’re either not going to play or not going to contribute if you do play?”

“Yes, that.”

“Come on, babe,” Christina replied consolingly as she gently shut the drawer without finding a shirt. She padded over to the tall, blonde and handsome guy holding up the doorframe and put her hands on his waist. “Who even are you? You always look forward to the match. You get what you put in. If you go into the weekend thinking nothing but negative garbage, that’s all you’ll have at the end of the weekend. You’re better than a lame ass crisis of confidence a couple of games into the season.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being the good cop or the bad cop right now,” André chuckled. But I like your boobs from up here.

“I’m neither cop. You don’t need law enforcement. You can make yourself do the right thing.”

“You’re sexy when you’re indignant.” He held his girl’s head in his arms the way he held Lukas’ whole body when he was brand new, and messed around with the loose hair barely secured in the elastic around her bun.

“I’m not indignant. I’m just not here for any sorry bullshit.”

“Definitely the bad cop. Why are you getting so heated about this?” The discontent midfielder furrowed his brows in mock bewilderment, but really he enjoyed Christina’s flare of temper over his self-pitying posture.

“I’m not!”

“Clearly.”

“I need to chaaaaange. And you need to get your stuff and change too.”

André released her head and pushed his lips together for a kiss. She had to stand on her toes to reach, but that was such a well-rehearsed habit that it came as second nature. It happened quickly, and then she was back on the hunt for a t-shirt fitted and tidy enough to ride in but not too nice to sacrifice to barn dirt, horse slobber, and sweat. The other athlete meant to do the same- to turn around and resume the chores necessary to get out the door and on with his day- remained planted just inside the entrance to her private domain.

That was like a chamber of feminine mysteries to him. It was never declared off limits to him, and he was only ever encouraged to keep out or get out when he was getting in the way. Her dressing room had different “moods”, so to speak. André thought the furniture- those smooth, satin black cabinets, drawers, and shelves- was very “Cool Girl”, and the textured baroque wallpaper, heavy chrome mirror frames, the complicated crystal chandelier, the furry carpet under her bench, and the photos from her magazine shoots, were very “Sexy Girl”. Sometimes she listened to Placebo in there and put together leather leggings, chunky boots, and lux sweaters. Sometimes she listened to The Weeknd and tried on minute bodycon dresses with pointy pumps. Sometimes she pulled on yesterday’s breeches while dancing to Latin artists he didn’t even know. That was her place to be whatever she wanted, and her outfits and her playlist always told the truth about what that was. André felt some inherent self-restraint against infringing on her space for being her unvarnished self or for putting on the varnish of whichever self she intended to project, and not just for her benefit.

It was actually for himself. He didn’t want to know any secrets that might stain or reveal some of her mystique. A girl had to have mystique to keep him hooked, and Christina had plenty, in all sorts of avenues. Her mind was an impossible place, for example. He didn’t want to explore every nook and cranny and take away the experience when its hidden places were revealed naturally, often to his entertainment or wonderment. Similarly, the footballer had no desire to give up the unknowns about what she got up to in that little private space full of her personal, non-shared possessions, decorated exclusively by and for her. It was nice to watch her get dressed to go out with him. It was kind of a turn on to watch her primp and make herself beautiful or sexy. But he didn’t want to see the whole process. He didn’t want to see her choose what to wear, and what bag to carry, and so on. There had to be a little mystery. Using what she did in there to figure out her mood was like cheating, or taking a shortcut, and that had to be saved for emergencies. So he largely stayed out of that room. It was much better to let her reveal her things on her own, or present them for him to figure out.

But sometimes other things trumped that unwritten rule. Sometimes he was chronically bored, or restless, and needed to bother her in there for entertainment. And sometimes he just felt like being near her and the desire for that was so intense that he couldn’t leave her general vicinity. Friday was like that. His wife was largely right in that he wasn’t looking forward to final training and a night with the team ahead of a match he didn’t anticipate going well for him. What she missed was that he didn’t want to put his overnight bag together and change for Brackel because he didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to hang out more, and play with their son more, and talk, and be close, and maybe more than that. He didn’t notice how good she looked in that olivey bikini until she was about to take it off. Besides the pushing up and smooshing of her breasts, the cut of the bottom emphasized how high and tight her butt could look. The color complemented her long compounded summer tan. Then she got all tough talk and pointed gaze on him and he really wanted to remain in her orbit.

“What are you looking for?” André questioned after kind of tiptoeing in behind Christina and seating himself on the white bench. She was picking through another drawer.

“A shirt. Why are you still here?”

“You have like a hundred shirts.”

“Do you need something? You’re lingering.” The equestrian turned around with a faded red Hampton Classic souvenir tee that was older than her marriage. Her expression was blank and though it was engaged with her husband’s, she was simultaneously opening a deep drawer in her small island to select a sports bra.

“Come here.”

“You’re not gonna cry, are you? It can’t be that bad. You said training was great yesterday!”

“Ha ha, very funny. Just come here.” André tugged on her wrist the way Lukas did when he wanted or needed something, and pulled the reluctant girl between his knees. Once she was corralled there, he let go of her dainty wrist and gently took a palm-sized hold of each of her butt cheeks. Gently steadily morphed into possessive. “I’m having one of those moments where all I want and all I can think about is touching you. I wish that I could stay home this afternoon and make love to you over and over.” Gentleness remained in his demeanor, however. He spoke softly and longingly and most importantly, authentically. Christina had no room to tease him. She just slid her three middle fingers into the front of his hair and combed it back, searching for the right thing to say. I believe the proactive part of that statement, she thought about what he’d said. But I also believe the negative- the beginning- the stay home part- is actually the real thing. It’s not that he desperately wants to be together. He desperately wants to not go do football, and fondling and fucking me all day is a great way to feel better about that. It’s really hard to feel dread or reluctance about the thing that’s supposed to be your passion. No one knows that better than I do. I wonder if he’d feel better about it if he could have the comforting, good, satisfying experience first, and then go to training feeling better, and then maybe perform better, and thus improve the whole cycle of consequences. Christina freed her fingers and pried André’s left hand off her behind so that she could read the time on his watch.

“If you take the Range Rover instead of either of your cars and then don’t have to stop on the way to get gas, do you have enough time to make me late for work?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to make you late.”

“I’m the trainer. I’m not late. Kyle will just be early. Touch me.”

“I can’t, baby,” the German groaned with his forehead and nose pressed up against her tummy. “I won’t want to go after.”

“Then go now and work hard and get tired so you’re ready for bed early and you can call me and we’ll hang out, okay?”

“That’s not what I want.” He looked up and rested his chin on her instead while he shook his head.

“What do you want, boyfriend?”  

“My Prinzessin. I want her.” I want to be under her, and between her legs, and on top of her, and inside her. Inside all of her. Where I can see her love for me. Where I don’t have to guess about it, or assume. I want her. I want her to make me happy inside. I want her to be just mine for like 5 fucking minutes. Not Mausi’s, not Heiner’s, not Germany’s, not Dirk’s, and most especially not Juan’s. Why can’t she just be my beautiful, sexy Prinzessin again for a little while? Just mine. Show me for a little that I’m still the most important to her like she is to me. I want the feeling I get when we make love and I’m on top of her and holding her head, she’s holding my arms and we’re kissing the whole time and then she opens her eyes to look at me like I just took the heart right out of her chest and put it inside mine to keep it safe and warm for her. Her eyes turn that frozen winter color. There’s a perfect black circle around the outside and then the weird blue-gray. I don’t know why they only get that color when we’re in bed. They’re like a mood ring. Someone should make mood contacts so more people can know someone whose eyes change color all day. She says it only depends on what color her top is. I don’t believe it. Her eyes aren’t that color every time she’s naked. She’s more or less naked right now and they’re just regular sky blue. I hate that they’re looking at me with pity right now, André concluded while the object of all his thoughts tried to figure out what to do or say for him.

“How much trouble would you be in if you were a little late?”

“None. Actual training doesn’t start right away. We have time to eat and to work on our own first.”

“So stay with me.” Christina used her weight to push him back enough to make room for her on his lap. She settled over his thighs and reached under his arms to hang on his shoulders. “Work out with me. And then go kill it in training,” she whispered, those much considered blues on his mouth.

“Not now,” he sighed, unswayed. “As I said, I wouldn’t want to go after that. And I don’t like it when you pretend for me. I want enough time to make you want me too.”

“I d-“ Her mouth opened to lodge a protest against the assumption that she was just playing along and mustering some participation-level desire because she felt sorry for his state, but her argument was stifled by two of his fingers arriving there to shush her.

“It’s not the same. Change your clothes, pretty girl. Go do your lessons.” André patted the top of her butt and looked away because the only thing worse than the pity reflected in her features was seeing hurt there, and there was no chance she wouldn’t at least flinch at his rejection. She always did, even if she wasn’t interested in being together in the first place.

“Sure?”

“Mhm.”

With that affirmation, the rider vacated his lap and walked away shaking her hair out from its bun, all the way into the bathroom via the door at the back. There was no telling whether she stalked away without so much as another glance, never mind a “goodbye” or even an “okay”, because she was bitter about her offer for her body going untaken or if she was fed up with his sulking about football and leaving. There was no time to figure it out either. André got up and went to his own closet to get ready. They didn’t interact again until they both wanted to kiss Lukas goodbye. Dad apologized because the last thing he needed was to have Mom be angry. It wouldn’t have made any sense. What he wanted most was to stay home with her. She wasn’t allowed to be upset with him for not wanting to have a quickie with her when the reason was that it would just make it harder for him to leave after. Christina said she wasn’t upset. She told him to go have fun at training.