Humans are weird, and when you get the chance to get to know one and understand them better, you take it. But there are rules about interfering with human affairs, and breaking them might come at a higher price than you were willing to pay.
waited on the beach with two disposable cups of coffee in his hands. The sun
had gone down several hours ago, and as soon as he got off work he ran to the
nearest coffee shop before hurrying back to the beach. When he opened his eyes
earlier that day, he was lying flat in the sand, his clothes and hair soaking
wet. He had then wandered home, still dripping wet (Jimin was quite concerned)
thinking over what he had seen and what had happened. You must have saved his
life—again—after he fainted in the water. That, or he had completely lost his
way, finding out that you were a mermaid meant that he could not take you out
for coffee after all, or take you out anywhere
for that matter. But he had to do something
to say thank you, and he had no idea what mermaids liked so he couldn’t buy you
a gift. Throughout his whole shift at the restaurant on the pier, he had gone
between questioning your existence and questioning how impossible it would be
to get to know a mermaid. Finally, he settled on buying coffee and hoping that
you would come back at all—then he could figure out what to do next.
didn’t really expect to see you again—surely if humans didn’t know that
mermaids were real, it was that way for a reason. You had already saved his
life twice, it didn’t seem quite fair for him to expect you to be there a third
time. But there he was, sitting with his toes buried in the sand waiting for a mermaid
that might not ever return (or exist).
are you doing here? Haven’t you almost drowned enough for a while?” You asked, your head peaking around a column
smiled, relief washing over him. “I didn’t know if you would be here, but I
wanted to apologize for earlier, and thank you again. I brought you coffee,
but…Do mermaids drink coffee?” It had just occurred to him, and he wished he
had done some googling before seeing you again.
don’t know.” You said, swimming closer. “I guess we’ll find out.” You sat
mostly out of the water, your tail splashing lightly as you got comfortable.
Yoongi scooted closer so he was sitting next to you, still completely in wonder
of your existence and trying to
comprehend what was happening.
“It’s a caramel macchiato.” He
said as he handed you the cup he bought for you.
thought you said it was coffee?” You asked, taking the cup and sniffing it.
Yoongi nodded, realizing that you must not know much about the human world.
is, it’s just… A fancy kind of coffee.” Yoongi watched as you took the lid off
to examine the drink. “Can I ask you something?” He asked after a second. He
was trying very hard not to stare at your tail, and preoccupied himself with
his own drink.
wouldn’t be here if I minded talking to you, so go ahead.” You confirmed. You
still hadn’t tried the coffee, but watched as Yoongi sipped his own.
there more… Uh, Mer…people?” It sounded ridiculous out loud, but it was too
late to take it back now.
yes.” You nodded emphatically. “Lots. There are several kingdoms, my father
rules one of them.” You said it offhandedly, and Yoongi couldn’t tell how
serious you were being.
father is King of the Merpeople?”
of them.” You corrected, imitating how he drank his coffee down to the tilt of
his head. He watched as some of it poured down your front, and was grateful
that it was no longer hot at least. “Oh.” You said, then laughed. “It looked so
easy when you did it!”
realized that you lived underwater,
of course you didn’t drink things. He
felt dumb for not realizing it earlier, and was about to apologize when you started
really like this stuff. It’s weird, and makes quite a mess, but it has such an interesting flavor…” You gave him
a thumbs-up. “I declare that mermaids do indeed drink coffee! Or, whatever this
is.” You brought the cup up to your lips once more, but this time just stuck
your tongue in it. “This is a much less-messy way of consuming it.” You informed
him, and Yoongi laughed despite himself—maybe it was nerves, he had never met a
mermaid—never even imagined that he would—before the previous night.
An angel and a demon meet in a bar on Halloween, leading to a one night stand neither would ever forget.
Warnings: NSFW Mature content. Explicit Smut. Rough sex, spanking, oral sex, dom!Demon Dean. One night stand. Dirty talk, so many f-bombs. Alcohol. Roleplay. Demon!Dean being pure sex. I threw in a little bit of plot with this porn. WC: 2689 On AO3
The pulsing beats of Top 40 met my girlfriends and I as we sauntered through the doors of our favorite bar. It was packed full of people dressed in a variety of costumes, including multiple versions of Negan, Wonder Woman, and Pennywise. Our group found a booth and I offered to go order the first round of drinks.
Somedays it’s incredibly hard for me to say a single word, incredibly hard to talk to anyone - even close friends, but I’m good with actions -even though I’m hella awkward sometimes. I am very protective of people around me, I really like to make people feel safe, comfortable and happy -my actions speak what I can’t. But sometimes I wish I could just talk y’know? It’s not easy for me to get to know persons, because I have a hard time trying to communicate verbally, I get confused and overwhelmed very easily, and it’s harder to keep a conversation. And it’s not that I WANT to be anti social, it’s not that I don’t want to talk to you either, it’s just who I am… I am an introvert and incredibly shy person, and sometimes it really sucks, because I wish I could get to know more persons and let them get to know me too. There’s so many persons (here on tumblr) that write, paint, take pictures… and even without knowing who I am, these persons touch my life very deeply, they make me smile when I’m in the middle of an anxiety episode, they make me want to be better every single day, they give me strength to keep on fighting depression… but most of all, they give me hope. Hope that tomorrow will be better, hope that someday I’ll be ME and I won’t be afraid of it, hope that someday someone will love me for who I am, with all my flaws, insecurities and struggles. And sometimes I wish I could show these persons the meaning that their actions might have for someone, I wish I could show them that their work have this big impact in someone’s life. Their passion for what they do, for their blogs, is what touches my world, the LOVE that they put in every single detail is what moves me this way, and it’s the main reason why I’m writing this. I wish I could really bring them a mug of coffee and just sit and talk about anything and everything, the same way I want to and keep on trying to do to a few persons. But as I can’t do this, as I can’t act to physically show them, I decided to write this piece - it’s my way of acting. And maybe it will take me a few weeks (or months) to actually publish this, specially because I still don’t have the courage in me to do so, with the mentions I want to do and the content of this piece . But when I do, I want you, person that I mentioned, to know that I care for you and that you are important to this world, because I’m sure that I’m not the only one that loves your work and your blog, I’m sure I’m not the only one who finds comfort and safety in your blog. I know that you might be having a bad day, I know that you have struggles, problems and that you face a lot of stuff on your life -let’s be real here, sometimes the universe is a bitch- but I just wanted to let you know that somewhere (in Brazil, in my case) a random stranger cares for you and wishes you the best, and to let you know that your actions somehow have a great impact for this random stranger. I could talk about the six degrees of separation theory, but I’ve already wrote too much and I’m sorry if this turns out too weird for y’all. Just keep on going people, you might be doing so much more than you think.
Thank you, not just for your work that you put on your blog, but for your existence, and specially, for existing at the same time as me.
ps: I think the amount of likes/reblogs I’ve left on your blogs might have scared y’all, and I’m sorry for that… it was kinda my way of saying how much I appreciate what appears on my dash ~blushing furiously~