stop being so flawless and gorgeous

Vacation (Part 1).

@ladyannikki :once in a lifetime vacation between the two of them. Maybe they are in like Aruba or something exotic. Derek can’t really stop working and reader or OC gets mad and go to the beach looking all flawless and gorgeous. Derek gets a bit jealous and promise to make it up to her. Maybe like a 2 part story? Part 1 being not so happy vacation and part 2 straight fluff town 😂💕

Originally posted by romanovaas

Y/N laid on the sun lounger, the bright sun caressing her tanned skin as she hummed contently. All of a sudden, her eyes flew open when Derek parted her legs and sat between them.

“Derek!” Y/N exclaimed, his broad body casting a shadow over her. Derek chuckled and passed the suntan lotion to her, Y/N snatched the bottle off of him before kneeling behind him.

“Thank you, Babygirl.” Derek smirked, closing his eyes but before Y/N applied any lotion, his work phone began to sound beside him. Derek turned, catching Y/N’s disappointed gaze as he reached for his phone.

“It might not be anything.” Derek assured, kissing her forehead before answering the phone. Y/N stared in anticipation, mentally praying that it wouldn’t affect their dreamy vacation. However, as soon as Derek pinched the bridge of his nose, Y/N’s dispirited eyes fell from Derek.

“I’ll catch the next plane over.” Derek announced, hanging up the phone before observing Y/N’s hunched form as she mindlessly played with her fingers.

“Y/N, I’ll make it up to you.” Derek sighed but Y/N’s saddened eyes met Derek’s.

“I thought we could escape, just for a week.” Y/N groaned, standing up to walk inside. Derek quickly stood in front of her, cupping her face in his hand.

“I can’t stop with a job like this but I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Derek urged, leaning in to kiss her. Although, Y/N pushed past him before his lips could meet hers. Derek rushed after her, following her into the luxury holiday apartment.

“This job doesn’t stop, Y/N, you know that.” Derek cooed but Y/N simply nodded, throwing on a tight day dress over her bikini, hugging her in all the right places.

“I know.” Y/N muttered before collecting her purse and phone in her bag. Derek frowned at her, silently walking up behind her, lacing his arms around her dainty waist.

“What are you doing, baby?” Derek whispered, hands dancing across her waist but his actions were halted when Y/N turned around, slinging her bag onto her shoulder.

“I’m off to the beach.” Y/N muttered, containing her anger, leaving before Derek could object.

Derek strolled out of the apartment, scanning over the beach for his beautiful girlfriend. However, jealously dominated his deep eyes when he was met with Y/N giggling as another man stared lustfully at her. Derek’s jaw clenched, grip tightening around his phone to control his fury.

“Y/N!” He yelled, gaining Y/N’s attention, making her smirk mischievously at his jealous-ridden form. Y/N waved to the man beside her, blowing a kiss to agitate Derek further. Derek met her half way, engulfing her in a passionate kiss.

“Any more of that and the promise is off.” Derek warned, thumbs dancing across her cheek. However, Y/N glanced down, swallowing back the sadness gathering in her throat.

“Why does it matter? You never make it up to me.” Y/N whispered, voice weak as she looked up at his defeated expression.



[Part2][170913] «COACH» Spring/Summer 2017 show at New York fashion week

✩ What kind of boyfriend do u think u are?
WZ: Cat ah ~ (lol I’m done)
✩ In your free time, will you play games with friends or go shopping with girlfriend?
WZ: Play games. (lmao)
✩ Meat or vegetables? And why?
WZ: Meat. I luv every kind of meat.

→ Can someone pls stop him from being so fuxking adorable? Cuteness overload omfg!!

top 10 favorite bars routines of 2014
  1. Yao Jinnan nationals podium training: It’s probably wierd not to choose her faboulus golden routine from worlds in favor of a routine from podium training. However I much prefer the composition of this one. It has the perfect balance between pirouettes, transitions and releases. The first connection she shows is original and beautifully done. Her transitions all have fantastic amplitude and the combination takes my breath away every time. And god, this is some pirouettes porn right here. Those extremely tricky pirouettes just look so easy for her and they finish right into the handstand, it’s stunning. Words can’t express how happy I am that this girl is our uneven bars champion. She totally deserves it.
  2. Huang Huidan worlds EF: I always loved Huang but in 2012 I thought that she’d be one of the many chinese gymnasts who would burn out and retire before she was able to live up to her potential. But boy, was I wrong! This girl has had a fabulous last couple of years and this routine is probably the best one she has had during her entire career. There are still a couple of form deductions but who cares? Her first combination looks so effortless, her dismount is super unique and awsome and she sticks it cold, her pirouettes were pretty much flawless and that piked jaeger is one of the most beautiful pieces of gymnastics being done in the world right now. This simply is a gorgeous routine.
  3. Shang Chunsong asian games AA: How? How is this routine even real? It’s so fucking difficult. She starts with a spectacular combination, which includes her own original skill and she doesn’t stop throwing crazy skills until the dismount. She doesn’t even count the gienger in her top 8 elements. She fucking does a D rated skill only for the connection value! like… HOW? And she may not have the absolutely perfect form we’ve seen from some chinese gymnasts in the past but she has done a great job cleaning up her skills and improving her pirouettes since last year. It’s a huge shame she had a rough time on this event at worlds because damn, she’s so good, so fucking good!
  4. Tan Jiaxin worlds quals: You know you have unbelievable depth on bars when you have a gymnast like Tan Jiaxin and don’t use her at team finals. This routine is freaking spectacular from start to finish. She flies high above the bar, she has crisp pirouettes and she performs the one ridiculously difficult combination after the other. And when you think that the impressive part is over she performs one of the most difficult dismounts this world has ever seen. And she does it pretty darn well. This bars set and the amanar she’s training would make Jiaxin a lock for every future team and I’d have absolutely no problem with that.
  5. Aliya Mustafina worlds EF: It’s a shame that Aliya wasn’t able to add more difficulty to her routine this year. But, when it comes to execution it doesn’t get any better than that. I was gasping after every single pirouette because holy shit, this is how you hit a handstand. And on top of that her Van Leeuwen is beautiful, her jaeger is high and clean and she can do this dismount in her sleep. There’s something really special about her bars. Her swing is aressive and graceful at the same time, she attacks the apparatus but she still looks elegant and relaxed. I hope she’s able to upgrade and stay in the mix because I can’t even imagine a bars final without her.
  6. Becky Downie euros EF: Finally, fucking finally! Last year Becky had two opportunities to win a major bars medal and she fell both times. That did not happen this year. For the whole season she nailed routine after routine and proved that she is one of the best in the world on this event. I’m not really a fan of having a million variations of the same skill in your bars set but one has to give her credit for this routine. She has her own original skill and she performs two combinations that nobody else in the world can do. And that time she really nailed every single skill and deserved to become european champion.
  7. Jessica Lopez worlds AA: I absolutely love Jessica as a gymnast and as a person and bars is the event where she really stands out to me. She has an extremely tricky routine full of difficult combinations and she really did nail it. It’s so exciting to see her hitting her piked tkatcev to pak and her 2nd combination never fails to amaze me. She finished that clear hip 1/1 after the maloney right into a handstand and connected it beautifully with her spectacular two releases combination. She really does fly during this routine, her releases are nice and high and she has one of the highest and prettiest double front dismounts out there.
  8. Rebecca Tunney nationals EF: This routine is so packed with difficulty, it’s insane. And damn, that church + bharwaj combination! Like, how is this shit even possible? How can one connect those two extremely difficult skills? HOW? Rebecca is not the cleanest gymnasts and there are lots of things I wish she could improve on. But this routine is simply mindblowing and it makes me scream out of excitement every time I watch it. 
  9. Brenna Dowell nationals day 1: This perforance was probably the highlight of a quite rough year for Brenna and it is spectacular. This routine is so freaking difficult and so unique. I just love the maloney + giant full combination. It shows impressive power and control. And of course the Tweddle + ezhova combination gives me life. Some times I think that Brenna didn’t really live up to her potential but then I remember that nobody ever thought she’d even be in the mix back in 2012 and that she really did defied everyone’s expectations and became a breath taking bars worker and a fantastic gymnast overall. I would absolutely love to see her competing elite again but even if she doesn’t I can’t wait to see her in college gymnastics. I don’t usually follow NCAA but I will definitely follow her.
  10. Ashton Locklear nationals day 1: This girl definitely wins the “biggest surprsise of 2014” award. Like, holy shit? She went from being pretty much unknown to being a fucking world champion in just a few months. Her first combination is so awsome to watch, it feels like it goes on forever and her jaeger has to be one of the best ones out there. She hits her handstands beautifully, she has gorgeous lines and toe point, she has a lovely swing and she knows how to stick a landing. She is a fabulous bars worker and I can’t wait to see more of her.

Honorable mentions: Daria Spiridonova worlds EF, Ruby Harrold euros TF, Larrissa Miller commonwealth games EF, Larisa Iordache worlds AA, Viktoria Komova russian cup, Εlizabeth Price, american cup


MY (LOVE) STORY        

So if anyone was wondering, here’s my story of how I got to hang out with my friend, taylorswift:

On Tuesday the 23rd, I got a call while I was in math class. It had TN, USA as the caller ID so I just assumed it was a telemarketer. I was skeptical about answering it but I’m SO glad I did. It was a lady from Taylor Swift dot com saying that I had been hand picked by Taylor to be a part of a super secret exclusive event. She asked basic questions (age, location, if I could be in the Nashville area this weekend, how big of a Swifty I was, etc). At this point I was already hyperventilating. She then told me what she was about to say was top secret and that I could not share this with anyone until after the event. I was instructed that I would need to be in Nashville, TN on Sunday the 28th. I was given a specific location to meet at and a specific password to give the representatives once I got there. We were told we couldn’t bring anything with us–no phones, cameras, pens, nothing. AT THIS POINT I WAS SHAKING BECAUSE MY DREAM OF MEETING TAYLOR WAS FINALLY GOING TO COME TRUE.

Then the longest five days of my life passed by… Slowly… Slowly… Slowly…

But before the day came, my friend, catshirtdays, called me and told me she had been invited too. She is my Taylor bestie. We talk about EVERYTHING Taylor together so when I found out she was going too, I was ecstatic. We ended up meeting up and riding down to Nashville together.

The day finally arrived. Holy Swift. This was gonna happen. So after a very long car ride–it definitely felt longer than 3 hours–we arrived at the location, signed in, talked with a bunch of fans–who are equally as obsessed as me ( alltoofuckingwell, allyouhadtodowasstay, caitlinrantala, kendallfed, breakburnandends, johnmarkconklin, Y'ALL ARE RAD) –we got security checked, and finally got to board the buses. I said goodbye to my parents and I knew in that moment I knew my life would be changing soon.

I had an idea of where we were going but I wasn’t 100% sure. It took about 10 minutes to get to where we were going. I was right. We pulled up to Taylor Swift’s Nashville home. (WHAT??????) We got out of the buses, took a bathroom break at the fanciest porta potties I’ve ever seen, and then walked into her patio area. (Again, WHAT!?) We ate and hung out and I talked to her publicist, Tree. She said how Taylor had hand picked us from Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, etc (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Someone asked Tree how Taylor knew she could trust us and she said that Taylor always says this quote by Fitzgerald that goes “You cannot trust someone until you trust them.”

Then the moment finally arrived. The gates of heaven opened–aka they let us in her home. We were walked to her living room where countless awards and pictures decorated the room. We sat down and patiently awaited the Queen to arrive. After an eruption of screams, I knew she was coming. This is actually the moment I died. She popped up from around the corner and I started bawling. She was the most beautiful human being I had ever seen. AND SHE WAS REAL. A REAL LIFE HUMAN THAT WAS MORE RADIANT AND HOTTER THAN THE SUN. I couldn’t stop staring at her gorgeous face and her flawless outfit and her perfect skin and *sigh* she’s just a goddess. The first thing that came out of our mouths was “HEY BECKY!” She was like “Guys, that’s not funny. Becky is dead! Moment of silence for Becky.” So she then told us that we were hand picked by her to come hang out at her house and listen to entire new album. (OMGOMGOMG.) Before starting, she made us promise not to share any title, lyrics, etc., of the songs we were about to hear. Of course, anything for the Queen. So we listened to the first half of the album. WOW. You all seriously aren’t ready for what she’s about to release. This album, although I only heard 6 songs so far, was better than anything she had ever done before. It was flawless.

So then she told us we were going to take a little intermission before listening to the rest of the album. She left the room and came back with 3 trays of cookies. She told us that she had baked these for us. (When will your fav ever??????) She made dark chocolate peppermint cookies, chai sugar cookies with cinnamon eggnog icing, and rice crispy treats covered in chocolate. AND THEY WERE ALL SO YUMMY. Seriously, she’s like the best chef ever. I told her that they tasted amazing and she said “thank you!!” (I just spoke to Taylor Swift, WHAT IS LIFE¿!?!!¿¡?).

So then she left again but this time she brought in her cat, Olivia. I am not a cat person but that cat is seriously the single cutest organism on the planet. She’s so small and fluffy and I just can’t. And get this… Taylor came over and sat down on the couch riGHT NEXT TO ME. My arm was touching her leg the entire time. She sat Olivia on the couch next to her and then she asked me (SPECIFICALLY ME) if I thought Olivia’s tail looked too short for her body. I said “Nah, I mean I think the whole body to tail ratio is pretty even to me.” And then she said “I thought so too but the doctor said her tail was bent in half after being born. So ya know I have a broken cat.” WHAT. I JUST CARRIED ON A COMPLETELY NORMAL CONVERSATION ABOUT CATS WITH TAYLOR SWIFT WHAT. So then she got up and I saw the hot glue gun scar. In real life. It’s a real thing. And it’s beautiful.

She walked back over to her chair and we resumed listening to the rest of the album. GOOD GOD YOU SERIOUSLY ARENT READY. This is going to win her like 7 more Grammy’s like its her best album yet. (Yes, even better than Speak Now.) I wish I could say more but my lips are zipped until October 27. 

So this is one of my favorite parts of the night. We had a Shake It Off dance party. You can imagine with 89 super fans jumping at once that the room was shaking pretty hard. It was earthquake level shakage. We were all sweaty and all gross but it didn’t matter because we were dancing with the Queen. She made her way to where we were standing and that’s when it happened. She sang the words “to the fella over there with the hella good hair” and looked at me. And. Then. She. Ran. Her. Fingers. Through. My. Hair. OAKWWNJDKSIENEJWJENWN OH MY GOD MY LEGS WENT WEAK I FELL TO THE FLOOR AND SCREAMED “I AM NEVER WASHING MY HAIR” and everyone busted out laughing. Definitely, one of the best moments of the night.

So after the dance party ended, we all were led out of house and back to her outside patio area. Papa Swift was standing out there so we all came over and talked to him! He asked us if we were having fun (YES) and what our favorite songs were. We asked him if he had any guitar picks (inside Swifty joke, normal people wouldn’t understand) and sadly he didn’t. But he told us his favorite song and his role in her career. He’s the money man, being that he still works at Merrill Lynch and all. He was SOOO nice but our conversation was interrupted by one of her people who said it was picture time! (!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

We lined up in a single file line and entered the house again. One by one we entered the living room and talked to Taylor individually and took our picture with her. HOLY SWIFT I WAS ABOUT TO BE FACE TO FACE WITH THE SWIFT. Here’s how my story went:

When Taylor saw me, she said “Hey buddy! Come here!” So I ran over and gave her the biggest hug ever. I never ever wanted to let go. Ever. But I had to so we could continue on our conversation. I reminded her that I was the boy whose hair she touched and she was like “Yeah, I remember it was like 5 minutes ago.” And laughed. (TAY FREAKING LAUGHED AT SOMETHING I SAID.) She asked me if I had fun tonight. I said I had the best night of my life and that the album was better than anything I’ve ever heard before. She said thank you and that she was so glad she chose us to come over to her house. (UM NO THANK YOU BAE.) I then told her how funny it was that me and my friend both got chosen for the same event and said “Oh yeah, I know you all from Instagram! You took that picture in the car!” (WTF TAYLOR SWIFT HAS STALKED MY INSTAGRAM AND KNEW WHO I WAS WHAT WHAT WHAT!!) After a moment of hyperventilation, I gathered myself and continued talking to her. She pointed out my cat shirt and said “It was the best thing she has seen in a while. I love how that cat at the bottom obviously did not want to be there.” I said “I thought you would like it.” Then see asked what kind of picture we wanted to take. I asked if I could hold her Grammy and she said “Sure! Be careful, it’s really heavy!” Then she asked if she could hug me in the picture. UM DID SHE REALLY JUST ASK ME THAT? OF COURSE YOU CAN HUG ME MS. TAYLOR SWIFT I WOULD BE HONORED SO SHE HUGGED ME AND BASICALLY I DIED AND I WENT TO HEAVEN IN THE SECOND IT TOOK THEM TO TAKE THE PICTURE. I told her I loved her and she said she loved me too and thanked me for coming and I grabbed my polaroid and that was it.

I was walked out of the house and was given a goodie bag filled with 3 shirts, 2 calendars, a keychain (only given to the 89 fans that attended), and a 1989 bag to carry it all in. I got back onto the bus and all of us were sharing our pictures. We arrived back to the original disclosed location and it was already time to go.

Words can’t describe how gracious I felt towards Taylor and her entire staff and family. She let us into her home and let us hang out with her for 5 hours. I will never ever forget the feeling I had when I finally got to meet the girl I’ve been loving for over 8 years now. Knowing that she hand picked us out made it that much more special. taylorswift, you are a true angel and I’ll always remember that night that we hung out in your Nashville home. You made my night. My week. My year. My life. I couldn’t be happier right now. Long live.

Love love love,
Evan (aka Mr. Swift)

Good Things To Focus On From 1x13 (Finale)
  • Alec standing up to his parents and being who he is
  • Maryse being put in her place by sassy Alec wtf is Robert even doing
  • the small but meaningful parabatai moments
  • Magnus looking perfect
  • Jace was pretty bad ass with Hodge
  • Hodge getting what was coming to him but not dying
  • Lydia isn’t dead like everyone was worried she’d be
  • Izzy being protective as hell over Alec
  • Clary and Simon friendship goals
  • Jocelyn is finally awake so they’ll stop talking about that constantly
  • Alec and Clary bromance is alive and kicking ass
  • Luke can quit pining and finally grow a pair and tell Jocelyn he loves her
  • Clary was gorgeous like damn girl
  • Magnus reasurring Alec he has no feelings for Camile the psycho bitch
  • Magnus calling Camille crazy 
  • Alec with his hands in his leather jacket at the beginning talking to Luke
Under the Sea

For the requests for mermaids :) I’m basing this off of The Little Mermaid (kinda) a bit from Greek Myth, and a little from this show called H20…Enjoy! <3

Zayn (just kind of getting my feet in the water–I hate myself, worst pun ever–with this idea)

“I really don’t want to be here,” Zayn mumbled as he closed his eyes. “I don’t like deep water. It scares me,” he said.

“Just relax,” Louis said rubbing his shoulder. “You’ll be totally fine,” he promised. “They do cruises and trips a million times a year. Lets just go and eat at our buffet and then find some girls to dance with,” he suggested.

Zayn shook his head. “I think I wanna lay down for a bit.”

“You’ll be fine, Zayn. You just haven’t gotten your sea legs yet,” Louis smiled and pinched his friend’s tanned cheek.

“Wouldn’t that be my fins?” he replied sarcastically.

“Now you’re getting it,” Louis smiled and waltzed out the door.

Zayn laid back on his bed and took a deep breath as he rocked back and forth gently with the sea. He had to admit it was very relaxing. He laid in bed for about twenty minutes scrolling through his Twitter feed as the captain went through safety protocols. After a while, he figured he wasn’t going to find anything to really enjoy in his room. Staring at the ceiling of his room for a week wouldn’t make him happier.

He ventured around and searched for something to do. A few girls glanced at him letting their gazes linger on his back as he continued walking. He let a smug smile paint his face. He knew he was attractive; it was undeniable. But still, he never openly bragged. He just knew that others found him attractive.

He traveled lower into the boat and started gazing out the small windows that were there. He noted how the water was so blue and clear down there. He’d never seen a color like that on his art pallet.

There were gorgeous landscapes of coral reefs and things he’d never seen before. He’d never seen so many fish in his whole life. He smiled gently as a few bigger fish swam by. It was so cool and interesting. He took more pictures figuring he could paint or draw something like it later.

More girls milled about and some of them asked him to join them later on the top deck. He politely declined saying he already had plans. He was a strong believer in love at first sight. And maybe not getting married after two weeks, but he figured he would know the girl he’s meant to be with the moment he sees her.

He got a text from Louis to come up to the top deck. He sighed heavily dragging a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. Louis always made him do things he wasn’t so sure he’d like…and yeah, often Louis was right…but Zayn was pretty shy. He didn’t want to get involved with a girl that was so outgoing that he’d be uncomfortable around her. But it was hard. Most were really outgoing. And he was happy those girls were…but they were more for his friends like Louis…or Niall.

He got to the top deck and was lightly sprayed with the salty water the boat was wading through. He wiped his face but had to admit it felt refreshing. He wished he could swim because he would have jumped in the salt water pool. The deck was full of people. Most of them a bit tipsy. He smiled gently as Louis waved to him dancing with a girl that he’d clearly just met. She was pretty–and clearly having fun with Louis.

Zayn waved back with a smirk and continued walking about the deck. He took more pictures of the horizon. He smiled brightly and  watched as the moon started to rise over the sea. The water glowed a beautiful light white. He leaned closer to the edge. His face looking down into the beautiful crystallized water.

And right then the water swelled up and the boat tipped. But it wasn’t realistic. It was so unbelievable in fact, that Zayn forgot to be scared. He forgot that it was unnatural and just found it utterly beautiful. So as the boat tipped and the water surged up, he fell in.

It wasn’t until he flailed his arms against the current did he realize that he was in serious trouble. Fuck, fuck, fuck… he thought as he tried not to panic in the water. He kept his mouth closed but he desperately wanted to scream.

And suddenly he was floating again at the surface of the water. The boat was as good as gone–if he shouted, no one would hear him over the roar of the engine or the waves.

He sighed heavily and then looked at the thing that brought him afloat as it held onto his arm. His eyes widened and his heart almost stopped. The most beautiful thing he’d ever seen was there…but he shouldn’t have called you a thing.

A gorgeous girl with a thin fisherman’s rope with a few beach flowers  slid in between the fibers. Your hair was in waves that were so beautiful and seemed to dry instantly just from being out of the water. You smiled shyly, a pretty pink, painting your damp cheeks. Your skin was flawless…Zayn would have to tell every woman he knew that salt was the way to make skin beautiful.

“Wh-what are you doing out here?” He asked in disbelief.

“I live here,” you whispered softly.

You live here?” He repeated and questioned in disbelief. You nodded and blushed as you dipped underwater. He stared at where you were. There as a gentle tug on his arm. “I can’t swim,” he told the space you once occupied. You popped back up with a smile on your lips and your eyes alight with happiness.

“Yes you can, come here,” you said and grabbed both of Zayn’s hands and squeezed them. “You can breathe too,” you promised. He looked at you and shook his head. “Don’t you trust me?” You asked. He nodded. He didn’t know why. Maybe that was the lure of your kind of people. He trusted you whether he wanted to or not. “Just a bit of magic,” you whispered and gently ran your hand across soaked shirt over his chest. “Come with me,” you said gently. “Please,” you whispered sweetly.

So he held his breath and waited. You smiled softly and ducked under. He continued to hold his breath and you giggled. “You can breathe,” you told him.

He inhaled. He felt water go into his nose, but it was like air and didn’t hurt. Didn’t fill his lungs. Nothing felt dangerous. He was just breathing. He gazed at you for a long moment. You had a long light pink tail that reminded him of the sky at sunset. You blushed as he stared you…his gaze falling over the giant scalloped-shell bra.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered quietly

You smiled shyly. “So are you,” you told him.

He grinned. You knew he was beautiful. You saw him pass through a window of the giant ship and you were enthralled with how gorgeous he looked. Your heart taking flight and you were so lucky you could breathe under water because if you couldn’t you would have drowned looking at him. Selfishly, you…urged Zayn to fall in the water. You needed to meet the boy with the pretty hair and the artistic eye.

You took hold of his hand and began to swim deeper into the ocean.


You brought him to an underwater cave that was without water. The two of you giggled and talked for a few hours talking about your respective worlds. It was insane to think that each of them didn’t exist moments before. Well…Zayn’s world always existed to you. You just never thought you’d find someone as kind as Zayn to understand how different you were from others people. After a while of questions and Zayn gently caressing your skin he whispered. “I think I have to go back,” he told you.

“But…” you frowned. “You can’t,” you said sadly.

He smiled gently at you and leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips against yours. Your hands held onto his wrists as he cupped your face. “I have to, bird,” he said softly.

“I’m a fish, not a bird,” you blushed through a teary giggle. Your heart was breaking to think that you had to let go of Zayn. Of course you did. You were stupid to think you could even get this much time with him. The people on the surface must have been going insane looking for someone as perfect as Zayn. You were selfish and wanted him all to yourself…but he couldn’t belong to just you. He was needed elsewhere. He was desired by other people who weren’t you.

“You’re my bird,” he said tenderly. Every inch of skin on you that Zayn could see turned pink.

“I always wanted to be a bird,” you mumbled. “They…they can fly,” you murmured. They don’t have a fish tail…

“Don’t wish you could be something other than yourself or you’ll end up hating what you see…which is silly, because you’re perfect,” he whispered and then softly pressed his lips to yours again. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re my bird. Always will be.”

“Will I ever see you again?” You asked gently. Zayn was perfect. He really wanted to see you. And you definitely wanted to see him…but you lived in a dream world if you actually thought this was actually going to happen.

He looked at his lap for a moment. “I don’t know,” he said truthfully.

You bit your lip. “But I want to be with you,” you said shyly. “Is that crazy?” You asked. You just met him and he was…amazing.

He smiled. Because he met his shy girl. Zayn brushed his fingers through your hair and wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close to him. “Nope,” he whispered.

“Not at all.”


You caught up to the boat. It was a miracle. You pulled Zayn to the surface gently, just peeking your eyes out of the water. Both of you could hear people shouting for Zayn. “Tell them it was a dolphin,” you whispered to him.

He looked at you as you looked up at the huge ship. Your eyes were curiously wide as you gazed up at a world totally different from yours. Zayn grabbed the side of your face and kissed you lips. He pressed every emotion in his heart, through his lips and into your mouth. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “I will see you again,” he promised. You blushed and smiled sweetly at him.

“I’ll wait forever, Zayn,” you said softly.

“Thank you, my bird,” he whispered. You giggled and he sighed. “How am I going to get someone’s attention?” He wondered.

You bit your lip and you tilted your head. “Do you have that thing that talks to people?” You wondered. He thought for a moment and then groaned.

“Yeah, but it’s probably dead,” he muttered pulling his water logged phone out of his pocket.

You took it and held it carefully waving your hand over it. “Goodbye Zayn,” you whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Your phone should work,” you told him and dipped under the water.

Zayn dipped under watching you swim away and then he pulled back up and put the phone to his ear. “ZAYN?!” He shouted.

Zayn smiled gently and sighed. “Do I have a story for you,” he told Louis.

Louis (Reminds me of the Little Mermaid)

“So don’t go over there,” Liam ordered Louis.

Louis rolled his eyes. “Thanks Dad,” he rolled his eyes.

“Louis,” Liam said knowingly.

“I know, I know. I’ll drown and die,” he rolled his eyes again. Liam sighed shaking his head at his friend. Louis, the daredevil. Liam was silly to tell Louis no, because that was only going to make him want it more.

Liam knew he was going to do it, he just hoped he’d be smart about it.


Louis walked around the beach picking up shells for his mum. She didn’t get to the beach often, but she loved shells. She made wreathes and necklaces, sometimes she made Christmas ornaments too.

He ventured over to the part Liam told him to avoid and shrugged. Didn’t seem so bad so he walked around collecting a few starfish and other things he found to give to his mum. The water was beautiful, so clear he could see the sandy bottom. It was the brightest blue and he loved it so much. The water was just warm enough and felt really nice on his feet. The sand was soft and basically…he never wanted to leave the pretty beach.

He was looking in the water then waded out a little bit deeper. To just below his hips. He tossed his shells back to the shore, all of them landing near one another with a gentle little clink.

He searched the water some more looking at all the crawlers that resided in the ocean. He scooped up a beautiful quahog shell, it was lined with beautiful purple on the inside. And then he was stung by something.

“Ow!” He shouted. His leg started to throb and he realized he had been stung by a jelly fish. “Shit,” he hissed as he looked at the burn. He figured it wasn’t one of those poisonous ones…well he hoped. He started to get light headed and it was one of those moments he actually wished he listened to Liam. He wobbled a bit as he looked down to look at his leg. He groaned. “Ugh…” he moaned as the red welt made his stomach flip. He fell smacking his head on the rocks hidden in the water–effectively passing out.


You saw the boy collecting shells and starfish. You thought it was peculiar…but you have shells at your disposal all the time. Hell, there was even two on your breasts.

You swam closer to where he was and peeked through the water to look at him. His brown hair was spiky from the water and his eyes were as blue as the sea. He grinned as he lifted a sand dollar into his hand. His lips were incredibly pink and every part of you desperately wanted to see him. But he would think you’re a freak.

For Christ’s sake you had a tail and blue hair. You were about to swim away when you heard him yell ow and then a curse word, followed by a loud splash. You turned and looked at him. Floating, almost sinking to his death in the shallow water. You grabbed the jelly fish and tossed it away to keep it as far away from him as possible.

You pulled him to the shallow water and you lied beside him. You pushed his wet hair off his forehead and you sighed softly as you gazed at him. He was beautiful.

You traced his face with a gentle stroke of your hand. You waited for him to wake. You looked down at his burn and you frowned. Lightly you brushed your and over it. It was warm to the touch  and left a nasty mark. You frowned and with a quick look around you placed your lips on the wound and sucked the venom out. It tasted gross, but it was for the best. You needed him to wake up.

You continued to gaze at him. His skin was flawless, interrupted by a bit of stubble that felt scratchy to the touch. You outlined his features, shivering as your finger traced his lips.

He coughed. You sighed softly with relief. He groaned. His long lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes and he stared up at you. You looked gorgeous. A pure angel. “Whoa, I didn’t know jellyfish could kill you,” he murmured. “Where did you come from, angel?” He whispered. You blushed and smiled shyly at the pretty boy. He sat up and you carefully helped him in case he was still lightheaded. “Do you speak?” He wondered. You blushed again and shook your head.

“Oh,” he frowned. “Well, I’m Louis…did you see me fall?” He asked. You nodded with a gentle smirk and you gestured to his welt on his leg. “Did you fix it?” He wondered. You nodded. “Well thank you,” he said and then his gaze traveled over you. From a shiny green tail that shimmered in the sunlight. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled and lifted his hand to your face. He stared at the smattering of small little freckles on your cheeks. He held your gaze watching the twinkle in your eyes change. “Mermaids are supposed to be beautiful, hmm?” He hummed and smiled brightly at you. You blushed more. Something about the air made it impossible for you to speak. “I wish I could hear your voice,” he sighed sadly. “I bet it’s as beautiful as you,” he said knowingly.

You laughed without sound and smiled sweetly at him. “Your hair is so cool,” he said looking at the waves of blue and purples. He took a moment to glance at your seashell bra and he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Thank you darling,” he whispered. “I could have drowned.”

Well you certainly wouldn’t have let that happen. You weren’t supposed to show Louis who you were, but you’re glad he wasn’t rude to you or tried to show you off to the world. You shrugged and looked up at him with a grin. “I love your smile,” he murmured.

You shyly looked away and then you heard someone shout for Louis.

“Shit,” he whispered again. Your heart fluttered and you wiggled to the water. “Wait,” he said and grabbed hold of your hand. You shook it off and looked at the water longingly. “Will I ever see you again?” He asked.

You blushed and looked away. He was crouched in the sand looking at you with love in his eyes. Louis had read his sisters a million princess stories consisting of princesses that couldn’t speak the same language but could just understand because they were in love. His eyes stared deep into your hoping this wasn’t the last time he saw them. He grabbed your cheeks in his hands, rubbing his thumbs along your smooth cheeks. “Because I want to see you,” he whispered and he leaned forward sealing his lips over yours. You sighed heavily and he smiled against your mouth. It was beautiful. You felt like a jelly fish as you made it back to the water glancing back at Louis and touching your lips with blushing cheeks. He chuckled as you wiggled back into the water.

Once you swam out a bit, he followed you in, cautious of the jellyfish and therefore he stayed standing in shin deep water. “Well, will I see you again?” He called.

You dipped under water and took a gulp of water and rose to the top. “Please, Louis,” you called back.

He smiled brightly, his cheeks turning pink and happily he grinned and headed back to shore looking for Liam. The entire time looking for bright blue hair attached to the beautiful green tail.

Liam (Based off the Irish Selkie legend and a bit of H20–thank you Anon for the tip)

Liam noticed you stared off into the water a lot. Your shiny eyes gazed longingly at the horizon as the sun started to set. “You okay, sweetheart?” He whispered. You nodded and continued to stare at the sea. You loved the water. Liam was kind enough to move so he lived on the shore with you. “You look upset, sweetness,” he murmured coming to stand beside you. He brushed his hand over the back of your long hair letting his hand skim down over your back just barely brushing your bum.

“I-I don’t know,” you mumbled as you thought about it. Your heart was heavy but you couldn’t figure out why.

He frowned sensing you weren’t sure what would make you feel better. “Would you like to go for a swim? You always like that,” he said coming closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist he kissed your shoulders and then nuzzled his face into your neck.

You smiled at him. Liam was a beautiful person. He was so patient and loving you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him. “Okay, if you don’t mind…” you trailed off shyly.

“See you in a bikini?” He said running his hands down your sides. “Of course I don’t mind.”

“Cheeky,” you giggled and blushed as you turned to his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. You squeezed him tightly. He was so warm and wonderful. You sighed softly. “I love you Liam Payne,” you murmured. “You’re so wonderful.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “I love you too, baby girl,” he lifted your chin up and pressed a kiss that made your toes curl and fingers tingle as you gripped onto his biceps. His arms snuggly wrapped around your waist and he lifted you off the ground a bit. Liam made you feel infinite. You felt like you could fly with him in your life. He was your everything. He did everything he could to make you happy. He pulled away from the long kiss and then pressed short little ones on your lips a few times before he was attacking your entire face with little pecks.

You giggled and he chuckled his warm breath slipping over your skin as his short little stubble tickled your skin. “Beach?” He asked softly resting his forehead on your when he finished teasing you with his plump lips.

“Beach, please,” you said softly.


Liam adored to watch you smile as you dipped in and out of the water. He dove in after you and then swam right up beside you putting his hands on your hips and pulling you back against his chest. “You’re always so happy in the water, my little mermaid,” he said into your ear and then kissed the side of your head squeezing you to him.

“The water’s so nice,” you told him. He nodded against your damp hair.

“I love you,” he told you. “So much,” he said and scooped you up and then tossed you in. You laughed as you surfaced and started to wrestle Liam into the sea.


You were cleaning the house but you stared at the sea from the window. “You okay, sweet?” Liam asked. You blushed and nodded.

“Fine, baby,” you smiled weakly.

“What’s up with her?” Niall asked as the two repainted the living room. Liam wanted to paint it blue and you couldn’t have agreed more. So Liam called Niall and asked him to help as you worked on cleaning the apartment.

“I don’t know, she’s just quiet a lot lately.”

Niall watched as you stared out at the sea. You were repetitively dusting the same spot on the window sill. “If she dusts that spot anymore, she’s gonna rub the finish off,” he said quietly.

Liam shrugged as he continued painting. “I don’t know,” he murmured. “She gets this faraway look when she looks at the water,” he said quietly. Niall watched her a few moments. “What?” Liam wondered as he set the paint brush down.

“Nothing…it’s just…my nana used to tell me this Irish legend about mermaids…” he said. “They were trapped in human bodies sometimes but they were meant to be mermaids. And when they were human, they were always staring at the sea and looking at the water wondering if there was anyway they could get back to the sea,” he explained.

Liam thought for a few moments. “How do they become a mermaid?” He wondered.

“Something about a full moon and swimming,” Niall said. “It’s a little vague.”

Liam gazed at you. He called you his little mermaid all the time. And he wanted you to be happy…as insane as it sounded, if you were supposed to be a mermaid, then Liam wasn’t going to prevent your happiness because he was selfish.

But God, he was scared that you were going to go and never come back.


“C’mere,” he said as the sun finished setting. The two of you were laying in the hammock on the porch. Liam running his hands through your silky hair. “We’re gonna go for a swim.”

You stared at him curiously. “Li, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you said and that was all his fears confirmed.

He smiled gently and swallowed thickly. He tugged you out of the hammock and held you close to him for a few moments. “Do you know, all I want out of life is for you to be the happiest you could be?” He whispered. “And…” he bit his lip. “I don’t think you’re happy here,” he said thickly.

“I’m so happy with you,” you promised clutching onto his arms as he held you.

“And that may be true…” he trailed off. “But I don’t know my sweet, I think part of you belongs to the sea.”

Tears filled your eyes and Liam looked down for a moment because he couldn’t bear the thought to watch you cry. “But…I belong to you,” you told him and you snuggled into his chest. “You’re my…”

“Sweetness,” he cupped your face and smiled down at you weakly as tears fell from your eyes. He swiped the tears beneath your eyes and kissed your lips. He mustered all the strength he could to pull away. “I am here. Always. I will be here for forever. You need to do this,” he said with a frown and then he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much and I won’t stand in the way of your happiness.”

“What if I’m not happy out there?” You whispered.

“Then I’ll be waiting right here…” he promised. You cried and he wiped your eyes again as he let you try. “Just…promise me something first?” He whispered as you took a step off the porch.

“Yes?” You asked. “Anything, Liam,” you vowed through a scratchy voice.

“Don’t…fall in love with anyone else, please,” he begged looking at his feet.

You took step back on the porch and pressed your lips to his. “Never,” you nodded and you held his face in your hands and kissed him again very gently.

“Please let me know you’re okay somehow,” he said softly.

You nodded. “Of course,” you promised. “And don’t fall in love with anyone else either,” you blushed shyly.

“My little mermaid, I could never,” he cooed and kissed you one last time.

He watched as you walked to the water. You kept glancing back and Liam smiled as a few tears fell from his cheeks. You dove into the water, clothes and all. The water got this unearthly glow and Liam knew it worked.

You were home. Right before he went inside to try and fall asleep the water continued to glow where you had entered, the shape turning into a heart.

And he knew you were okay.

Both of you would be okay.

Niall (Just something that came to mind and a bit of The Little Mermaid)

“Niall, I’m not good at football,” Harry said knowingly.

“And you’re not going to get any better not playing,” he said pinching Harry’s cheeks together with a smile.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Can’t we just play in the water?” He whined.

“Uh. No, we’re in our twenties, we can’t play in the water.”

“Meanie,” Harry grumbled.

Niall snickered and dribbled away from Harry on the damp sand. Niall noticed a lot of girls were watching Harry and him. Niall didn’t pay any mind to it, because they were only watching for Harry’s tattoos and Niall’s bare stomach. Harry trapped the ball and then kicked further than Niall.

“Oh no! Now we can’t play!” He said sarcastically.

“You’re such a dork,” Niall rolled his eyes as he went after the ball.

“We can play later, Niall!” He whined again. “I wanna build a sand castle,” he stomped his foot. Niall snickered and rolled his eyes.

“I’ll be back in a while,” he called to Harry.

“Later sweetcheeks!” Harry waved and blew a kiss to his best friend.

“Weirdo,” Niall muttered under his breath with a smirk.

He turned the corner of the rocks and jetty to wear Harry kicked the ball. He heard gentle whimpers and he frowned as he looked up at the girl leaning against the jetty.

Well, not a girl…

A mermaid.

He rubbed his eyes and then looked again just to make sure her scarlet tail wasn’t his imagination from getting too much sun. Her hair was braided and a few strands fell from the elastic  to gently cup her face. She was crying, which saddened Niall. What was wrong? Beautiful girls, even mermaids shouldn’t cry. Her breasts were cupped by shells that were almost as red as her tail and tied together by fishing rope. She was astonishingly beautiful.

“Are you okay, love?” He called. She looked up and her eyes widened at the sight of Niall. She wasn’t supposed to be seen…especially by a human. She moaned as she tried to shimmy back to the water. But she was clearly in too much pain. Niall hurried over to her and stilled her by the shoulders. “Hey, no, don’t go away, I’m…I’m not going to tell anyone,” he promised. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

You looked up at him. Tears were in your eyes making them look so shiny and beautiful, Niall couldn’t look away if he wanted to. “I-I cut my tail…and wrist” you whispered. “I can’t move, it hurts,” you whimpered.

He looked down at the scaly part of her and saw that it was caught in fishing string and was cutting in her scales and piercing the flesh beneath. He frowned. “Poor thing,” he whispered and then gently crouched down to the bottom of her tail. “This might hurt a bit more before it gets better,” he said gently. “I’m not going to make it stop,” he promised when he saw the apprehension in your eyes. “Trust me,” he whispered.

You nodded and watched as he got his fingers beneath the string. “You really tangled yourself, darling,” he smirked sadly.

“I panicked,” you hissed in pain as he worked the string off your scales so he could lean down and cut the string with his teeth. You sighed with relief as the tension on the string seemed to break.

He carefully pulled the string around your tail and then your wrist making sure he didn’t hurt you at all. He gently rested your tail back down and cupped your hand in his. “Are you alright?” He asked looking at the burns and indents from the taut string. You nodded. He smiled gently and then pressed a kiss to your skin. You blushed and then he smiled up at you. “Hi Princess,” he smiled weakly in hopes he wasn’t scaring you.

Your eyes lit up in surprise. “How do you know I’m a princess?” You asked curiously. The blond boy had a heart-stopping smile. And you were so grateful he was able to help you.

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “A princess? You’re an actual princess?” He questioned. “I’ve never met a real princess,” he whispered. “I…I just called you princess because you’re beautiful like one and you deserve to be treated as one. You’re a real princess?” He wondered.

“What’s a princess supposed to be treated like?” You asked the gentle blue-eyed boy. You didn’t like being a princess. You didn’t get freedom…and when you did, you messed up like this.

“Oh,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. Just…like she’s the most precious thing to ever walk…or erm…swim the earth,” he smiled shyly. You grinned. “And you tell her how gorgeous she looks all the time so she smiles like that,” he gently poked your cheek. “And how cute she looks when she blushes and looks all shy and cute. And you make sure nothing bad happens to her,” his thumb lightly massaged you broken skin on you wrist. “Then, if it does happen, you make it better for her as quickly as possible, because she needs to be treasured and kept safe, always,” he continued. “You have to assure her that she’s so perfect just the way she is and that if she’s upset then it will get better,” he explained quietly. He didn’t mean to say all that…but he was glad he did. You deserved it. You were beautiful and gentle and deserved everything he said.

“I don’t get treated like that,” you said quietly. It was oppressive and you hated it. It was nothing like Niall described. “I’d rather be your princess,” you muttered.

He smiled. “If you want, you can definitely be my princess,” he promised.

“Do I have to wear a tiara?” You wrinkled your nose.

“Not unless you want to,” he chuckled at your expression.

“Good, because they hurt,” you giggled. He admired the sound as he laughed back and kissed your cheek.

“Well, we can’t have you hurting,” he whispered softly.

You blushed and smiled up at him.


Niall and you talked for a very long time as he rubbed your wrist as you told him about your adventures and he told you how he lived life. “Niall!” Harry called out. It had been hours since he had seen the Irish lad.

You looked worried and Niall grabbed your hand. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not supposed to know I exist,” you told him and started wiggling for the water.

“Wait!” He stopped you. He crouched down in front of you and you arched your back to look up at him. “I want to see you again,” he whispered.

“Niall, I don’t think it’s pos–”

He smothered your doubt away and pressed his lips against yours. You moaned softly against the gentle feel of his mouth on yours. He pulled away and kissed your forehead. “I will see you again…” he vowed. “My Princess,” he breathed across your cheeks and kissed your nose.

You grinned weakly. Your stomach flipped for the perfect boy. “Okay,” you said softly. “My Prince,” you murmured.

He smiled and watched you safely get in the water.

“There you are!” Harry called. “Where have you been?”

“Do you think I could find a princess at the beach?” He asked as he looked at the water.

“Did you find one, like you find a shell?” Harry snickered. “Sure, Ni. I think you could find your princess anywhere,” Harry said grabbing the ball. “Come see the sand castle I made. Then I’ll play football with you again,” he offered.

Niall grinned. “Sand castle,” he smirked. “Is it fit for a princess?” He wondered as he looked back at the water and saw a splash of red shining in the sun. He grinned as he followed Harry.

“Sure, Ni…you and your princess could live there forever,” he joked. But Niall really liked the sound of that.

His Princess.

Harry (Also based on Greek Myth)

“Harry, it’s really dangerous over here for people who aren’t the captain,” Zayn warned. “The sea gets really rocky and they don’t want civilians up here, so–would you pay attention!?” Zayn snapped his fingers in front of Harry.

Harry smiled shyly at Zayn. “There’s a lot to look at, Zaynie,” he smiled at his friend as he took his pictures of the horizon. Zayn rolled his eyes at Harry.

“Please don’t call me Zaynie,” he asked.

Harry just grinned. “Don’t go on the deck, I know,” he rolled his eyes. “Do I look stupid?”

Zayn didn’t want to say yes, because that would be rude. But all he could think about is his healthy friend trying to eat berries while camping and how he had to make sure Harry didn’t go gathering on his own. “No…” he mumbled.

Harry smiled. “I’ll be careful,” he promised.

Zayn headed to his room while Harry stayed on deck looking at the sky and the water connecting in the most beautiful way. It was so gorgeous outside. Harry didn’t want to go in. The waters did get rougher and Harry started making his way to the bunks on the floor down below. But then he heard the most gorgeous sound. He almost fell to his knees at the beauty he heard. Nothing compared to this sound. It was the combination of a heavenly hymn, pouring rain off the window, and the gentle sound of wind chimes fluttering in the breeze.

“Oh God,” he whispered. He walked over to the edge of the boat and stared at the rocks where the sound seemed to emanate from. He sighed dreamily letting his elbows rest on the railing of the ship. He pulled his phone out and zoomed into the rocks to see what was there.

Beautiful girls with soft skin and shiny hair and shimmery tails were singing on the rock. Harry had only heard of mermaids such as these gorgeous sirens in myths. He didn’t know they were real.

He moaned softly as they got closer. He wanted to get closer to the gorgeous sound. Well, he did. He flipped off the boat and landed with a splash in the water. The water was freezing and he regretted the decision instantly.

But he was happy he would die to the sweetest soundtrack he’d ever heard.


You saw the boy fall off the ship. He shouldn’t have. He was smarter than that…or…at least his crew was. And he shouldn’t have. You knew that he would die if you didn’t help him.

So you helped him. You swam to where he fell in and you wrapped your arms around his waist and carried him to an underground cave. You hauled him up to the flat surface of the ground and you curled up beside him. You rested his head in your lap and you softly caressed his face. He was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You were glad the other girls hadn’t gotten to him first.

You didn’t like that they destroyed ships and hurt people for a thrill. People didn’t know better. And this boy, even though he was about a head taller than you and looked like he could kill you with his hands, you gathered he didn’t know any better at all.

You made sure he was breathing as you noticed his lips turned blue. You ran your hands over his arms lightly warming his skin with magic that had been taught to you. You weren’t supposed to help the people they trapped. They deserved it, apparently. But this boy didn’t. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t even take part in what they did. It wasn’t fair to those who were just passing through. So you saved this boy.

He awoke and he was pretty sure he was in heaven because the gentle hum of the beautiful girl beside him filled his ears. He looked up at the long haired girl with the most gentle eyes he’d ever seen.

“Hello,” he said softly.

“Hello, sleepy head,” you giggled gently at the green-eyed boy. He was so adorable.

He smiled sweetly at the sound of your laugh. He sat up slowly. Then shivered. “Its freezing here,” he pouted. You sighed sadly.

“Is it?” You asked. “I’m warm…” you trailed off. “I think that’s the advantage of being a fish,” you told him. He took hold of your hands.

“Yeah, you are,” he said and then he simply wrapped himself around you as he shivered. You smirked playing with his hair.

“Most boys I’ve seen don’t have long hair like you,” you said knowingly.

“I have to cut it soon…I think…”

“Oh, don’t do that,” you said softly. “It’s what caught my attention,” you told him. “I think it’s lovely,” you told him.

He pulled away and looked up at your face. Your cheeks were smooth and delicate. You reminded him of porcelain. Your eyes were wide like a doll and you smiled so kindly. He was so happy he fell over board and into your arms. “I’m Harry,” he said softly. After giving him your name, he looked at you for a while.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered.

“No I’m not,” you said shyly. “I…I have a tail,” you said quietly. Harry looked down and admired the purple color. He ran his hand on the smooth scales.

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he said and gazed into your eyes again. Part of you blushed because he was so sweet, and part of you blushed because he had no choice. You were a creature meant to seduce. “Thank you for saving me,” he said gently. “I’m Harry,” he told you.

You smiled. “No one’s fallen overboard in a long time,” you told him. He chuckled.

“I didn’t listen to my friend,” he said shyly. “The sky and water and…it all looked so pretty, I was supposed to go inside,” he explained. “But I didn’t want to.”

You giggled at him. He was a cute little thing with bright green eyes that looked so happy to be with you. Your stomach flipped. He was so cute. “I’m glad you didn’t listen,” you told him. “But I bet your friend is worried,” you said with a frown.

He nodded. “Probably,” he smiled impishly.

“I can get you back,” you promised and started tugging him toward the water.

“Not yet,” Harry whispered. “I want to talk some more,” he said quietly.


“What’s a bakery?” You asked at the end of his story. It sounded amazing because he was so happy about it and he got this twinkle in his eyes. He was passionate about it–it meant a lot to him, but you didn’t know what it was. Just like he didn’t know why your sunken ship hideaway was your favorite place in the world. The two of you had been trading stories for hours. Harry needed to leave…but you didn’t want to let him go.

He gaped. “Oh my God, my kitten, you are missing out, I’ll have to bring you something,” he promised.

You blinked at him. “Bring me something…?” You trailed off. “How?” You wondered quietly.

He blushed a bit. His cute little cheeks turning pink making you want to pinch them and kiss his pink lips. “I…I don’t know yet,” he murmured. “When you bring me back, will I get to see you again?” He asked a cute little wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows.

You swallowed thickly. “I’m…I’m not sure,” you admitted.

He looked away from you looking at the ground for a few moments then turned back to you. His eyes were a little red around the edges, his nose flared a bit. “That sucks,” he whispered.

You smiled sadly, tears brimming in your eyes. “Yeah, it does,” you sniffled.

He cupped your face. “Don’t cry, kitten,” he begged. You didn’t know what a kitten was, but you were glad that you were Harry’s kitten. “You can’t be sad,” he said and lightly rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. He was so big and strong but he was like the coziest, warmest, gentlest, softest, most angelic thing in the world. “You’ll make me cry,” he said softly. How could a giant be so cute?

“I’ll bring you back, now,” you whispered. You figured you had to bring him back now…get heartache done with like letting the salt water run in the cut so it would get clean and stop stinging quickly.

“Not yet,” he said looking down at your lips. You blushed as he leaned in and pressed his mouth over yours. You sighed grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling him closer to you. His lips were so soft and bouncy. You’d never kissed anyone before and you were pretty sure no one would ever compare to this beautiful green eyed boy. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours with a smile. “You’re good at that,” he said cheekily.

“So are you,” you replied with a giggle. He pressed a few more kisses to your lips making your cheeks burn red. “I’ll take you back,” you whispered.

“Promise I’ll see you again,” he begged.

You swallowed thickly. “I promise,” you smiled weakly.

He grinned and kissed you again. And then a few more times before he finally made it back to the boat. You made sure Harry got back on the boat. His friend hugged him and Harry pointed down to you as he said something. Harry’s friend looked down and then looked at Harry before he waved to you.

“Thank you!” He shouted.

You waved at the two boys and blew a kiss to Harry before dipping back into the sea.



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Day Six: favorite thing about the film everything

It’s impossible to pinpoint what I love most about Brother Bear.  The movie is flawless in my eyes and it has always been my favorite Disney movie.  The characterization is amazing, the soundtrack is beautiful, the animation is gorgeous, the humor is funny without being overpowering… I could go on for a while, so I’ll stop there.

But one thing that stands out to me about the film is that there is no villain.  Kenai, Denahi, and Koda’s mother all play the villain in different parts of the film, yet none of them are actually villains.  This has hardly been done before (at least not in Disney history).  And what an amazing message that sends.  Sometimes we can be quick to decide whether people (or ourselves) are good or bad, without remembering that they can be a bit of both.  Just because someone has been a villain at some point in their life, it doesn’t mean they still are, it doesn’t necessarily make them a bad person, and it definitely doesn’t mean they can’t change.

  • nat taking the initiative to represent the avengers in vienna for the discussion of the accords 
  • nat going to london to see steve, knowing that he isn’t going to join her in vienna, because she didn’t want him to be alone
  • nat acknowledging her past with bucky??????
  • nat asking tony if he was okay after being given their orders from secretary ross and she sees him rubbing his chest
  • nat trying to talk to steve throughout the film to getting him to understand their points of view and avoid this war
  • nat jokingly asking clint if they were still friends during their fight
  • nat stopping t’challa from getting to steve and bucky so that they could get away
  • nat being fucking flawless and gorgeous and just…i’m really fucking thankful for natasha romanoff

Here’s some more pictures from my phone xD I’m gonna have to postpone scanning til later (babysitting the nephew and gonna watch guardians of the Galaxy again) … And omg toshiya!!! Just stop being so gorgeous! Jk don’t ever stop *A* I’m so glad their music is flawless because I’d be soooo shallow otherwise

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