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bobfloydsbabe · 5 months
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gold rush | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc
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SUMMARY: Everyone knows history professor Bob Floyd is a little eccentric. He only drinks tea steeped for exactly four minutes, his desk is pristine while the rest of his office looks like a bomb went off, he's distrustful of technology, and he definitely doesn't want or need a teaching assistant. Certainly not one who's as aggravating as she is pretty...
WARNINGS: academia au, enemies to lovers (if you squint), age gap (mid-to-late 20s/late 30s), bob being grumpy and rude. strictly 18+/minors dni.
WORD COUNT: ~0.5k
A/N: Eccentric Professor Bob Floyd has been on my mind constantly for the last week, so here we are with a moodboard and a short blurb. This AU will not be a full length series, but a collection of blurbs and drabbles. Special thanks to @ryebecca for raving with me about my new favorite grumpy man. Don't hesitate to send me questions and headcanons!
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Bob stops dead in his tracks in the doorway to his office, hot tea spilling over the edges of the cup.
Inside, among piles of books and paper, stands a woman with her back turned none the wiser to his presence. She can’t be one of his students–they know not to come to his office unless they have an appointment.
“Who are you?” he asks, not bothered with pleasantries.
She turns around with a startled laugh. “Dr. Floyd, you scared me,” she says with a hand pressed to her heaving chest. “You can’t sneak up on people like that.”
“You’re in my office,” he points out, brushing past her as he walks to his desk in long strides, placing his cup on a coaster to protect the wood.
“Right,” she agrees.
He sits and pulls his books closer to continue preparing for his next lecture, but his eyes drifts back to the young woman. She appears to be in her mid, maybe late twenties. Dark hair falls in loose waves around her face, and she’s looking at him expectantly. “Did you need something?” he asks.
She cocks her head to the side, brows furrowed. “I’m waiting for you to put me to work.”
“Work?”
“Yes,” she answers, incredulous. “What did your old TA do?”
He stares at her, almost convinced he’s hallucinating. “I don’t have a teaching assistant.”
She smiles at him, wide and enthusiastic. “Well, you do now. Would you like me to clean up a bit? It’s a little messy in here.”
Bob suppresses a frustrated groan. Pushing back from his desk, he stands and rounds his desk, stopping in front of her. The scent of her perfume hits his nostrils, something spicy and vaguely floral, and this close, he can see all the colors in her eyes. “I don’t want a TA and I certainly don’t need one. Whoever hired you–”
“Dr. Kazansky,” she interjects. “–made an error. Now, please, leave.”
Walking back around his desk, he ignores the sound of her taking a deep breath and composing herself. She doesn’t speak until he’s fully sat and emerged in his books again.
“You may not want me here, Dr. Floyd,” she begins through clenched teeth, forcing him to look up. She holds his gaze, determination and a hint of defiance in those dark doe eyes. “But you’re stuck with me. So, I’ll be back tomorrow and we can start over. Have a good day.”
The door slams and Bob’s left in the silence of his office, staring at the spot where she stood mere moments ago. Of course, Dr. Kazansky went behind his back to hire a teaching assistant–he’s insisted that Bob needs one for years, but Bob’s always been able to avoid it. Until now, it seems. He wonders how long she’ll last before she realizes he’s too set in his ways to change. But as he imagines the way her nose will scrunch in annoyance, it occurs to him he never even got her name.
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visionsofmagic · 1 year
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kratos x reader, mimir x granddaughter!reader | part I of II.
| part II.   | masterlist
× summary: escaping from odin’s long prison days, y/n manages to take a visit to the tree where odin kept her grandfather, mimir but there is no one. mimir is gone and now, she seeks for him as she follows trials of red colored marked man and a child.
× requested by anon: Ahem. The world needs grandfather Mimir. While the Wisest of the living was alive, relatively young, and one with his body, he found a human child, warmed his heart and took this child for himself. Now Mimir has a granddaughter, a successor! But, problems began with the Old Fool... With Odin, and the girl had to be hidden. But it didn't work out. The Allfather has found already a young woman. And then Mimir was imprisoned in a tree... Then Kratos... Well, all that. And so, Mimir hangs out on Kratos' belt and is sad for his child. Thanks for attention. [comment section:] I'm glad you liked the idea, thank you! Oh, the ending, the details, everything as you want! I trust you :3  If the granddaughter survived and saw the head of her beloved grandfather on someone's belt, then I think she would be angry... Attacking and trying to kill Kratos is risky, but the granddaughter is not a coward either! =D [thanks for requesting! ^^]
× wc: 2.4k
× warnings & tags: fluff, angst, grandfather!mimir, granddaugther!reader, hostile behavior, cute atreus, events take place after kratos cut mimir’s head off and left freya’s home [gow 2018], reader is the goddess of spirits [original. didn’t take from mythology.], will have two parts, using she/her pronouns rather then ‘you’. enjoy! <3
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  Tears falling from the eyes, deep sighs, a young woman standing in front of a tree, holding her own arms with shaking hands. The tree was standing there in a great silence. The weather was windy, making her hair move without her noticing, giving chills and calmness to her heart – to her soul.
Silence.
Maybe for the first time, silence wasn’t good for her. It was like a hurricane but in her heart because he was gone – Mimir was gone. Her significant grandfather, her only family she had was gone. She thought the last time she heard his playful and funny voice, making her giggle with his silly jokes, being the best grandfather out there. Now, she was thinking so many memories about him while looking at – blood.
Dried blood, falling from the tree to its thick branches, making brown, green and red mix.
Her eyes were looking at it, not giving any attention to the realm at all.
She was in pain. She had to be happy but no, she couldn’t because of finding the tree empty. She had to be happy. She escaped from Odin’s prison, taking advantage of his complex mind about the upcoming disaster; Ragnarok. She even cut her bond with the Asgard, finding the clues where he held Mimir, coming here to find her grandfather and make him reach his own freedom to. She even thought about their happy future together; Mimir talks about her mother, she makes him food to eat, being a family. These wishes seemed impossible now – too hard to reach because she didn’t know if her grandfather died or not – if Odin killed him or not. If he killed him – if Odin was the one behind all this – she would break the whole Asgard down to the grounds.
“I never thought I would be jealous of you.”
Rasping voice came from behind, making she rolling her eyes because of hearing the voice of Odin’s harbinger son, Baldur, his personal tracker who brings madness everywhere he goes. Of course Odin realized her escape, eventually; he was the All-Father for a reason. Therefore, knowing that he would give poison to her mind for manipulating, she began to calm herself down to have a clearer mind.
“And I never thought I would hear your disgusting voice again.”
Chuckling to her, Baldur opened his hands, “How I missed you!”
Rolling her eyes, she cleaned her dried tears, giving Baldur a hatred gaze, she picked up her personal weapons; arrows and a golden bow that hold magic on them, and a little knife which could kill a dragon thanks to curse it possessed.
Showing no fear, she stood up, standing right in front of the God who was immune to all damages, untouchable. She was the granddaughter of Mimir, the smartest man alive. Even Baldur knew his power and knowledge. She knew how every Aesir God and Goddess came to visit Mimir to seek wisdom. He thought her well. He thought her everything he knew, making her a strong and fearless one. She wasn’t afraid of anything, even Baldur, even Odin.
Knowing this well, Baldur just looked around like he wasn’t give a damn care about her presence, acting clearly to make his upcoming lie better in manipulating her. “Don’t act like you don’t want to learn where your precious grandfather is.”
“I didn’t say that. I just showing you the way you came.” She turned to other side, “I don’t need you.”
“But I do.” He said while approaching to her slowly. “Someone took his head. All-Father needs him back and well, you too. You don’t want anyone to hurt him, right? But clearly, he is already in the hands of an enemy.”
Listening him, she rolled her eyes, “And what happened to your ability on being the best tracker Odin had? Lost it already?”
Smirking, he said, “Being in prison didn’t teach you anything, clearly, or else, you would be thanking me right now for what I will tell.”
“And what is that?” Turning to him, she looked so – apathetic even if she held a great agony in her heart. But she couldn’t show any emotions, not to Baldur. Mimir told her how every God under the wings of Odin was untrustworthy, ready to take advantage of others’ weaknesses.
“A red marked man took him. He has a child with him. He is different.” Baldur said, sounding real. “Enemy of us.” Referring to her being an Aesir Goddess who held no sympathy for Odin or the Asgard, Baldur gave the information he had. That place – the Asgard was hell for her, nothing more and even if she knew Baldur was telling truth, she acted like she didn’t believe.
“Whatever.” Standing right on the edge of the mountain, she added before climbing her way down, “Just leave me alone Baldur. I am no longer a prisoner of All-Father, so, act like it.”
   Baldur was right. Mimir was there, in the belt of a man who had red marks on his huge and built pale body. He had a child with him; a little boy with orange colored hair and blue eyes. The boy had arrows and a bow while the bigger man, probably his father, had an axe. From where she stand, she could understand it was a leviathan axe. It had a great power as well as boy's bow. They were powerful, clearly. They were a threat for Baldur and of course they had to have some specific elements that make them strong.
While watching them traveling around the Midgard in a hidden way, she studied big man who had an axe. He was bad news but she didn't fear him even though he was looking so - powerful, like it would be the easiest thing to break her neck. However, he had to be good. Mimir was looking happy. He was chuckling at some comments that little boy made. Red marked one was in silence for the most of the time while little one kept talking and talking in a cute way.
She - She didn't expect this: Mimir being safe and sound, red marked man didn't hurt him at all. It looked like it was the quite opposite what Baldur told. Mimir looked - free.
However, that didn't explain why and how her grandfather standing on this man's belt, not having his other body parts except the head.
Feeling a sudden rage, she took her bow and arrows, finding a remarkable way to show her presence; higher point of the hill that the team were heading.
"Stop!" She shouted, holding her magical bow and one of her arrows right on the big man, ready to take a headshot at any moment. "Leave him."
Before red marked man who now had a confused expression while putting his hand in front of the boy, wanting to protect him could make a comment, Mimir talked, "Y/n?!" His voice was filled with surprise and excitement. "Brother, show me her."
With his wish, the man Mimir called as brother, a good sign, pulled his head from the belt, holding it on the air, making she and Mimir see each other's face.
"Grandpa!" She shouted in relief, tears are ready to appear on her now peaceful face. He was all right and he was looking at her happily. "I thought -" She tried to say, "I thought you were dead. I thought your soul was gone because of not having - ugh - your other halves."
Little boy chuckled at her silly comment, making the air calmer and more friendly.
The man who was holding Mimir's head was looking at her directly, waiting her to take her guard down. So, she did. She lowered her weapons directed to him slowly, giving him an apology look.
"I would hug you if I was, well, not a head now."
Jumping from the top she was on, approaching her grandfather, she made the man took a little defense. He wasn't trusting her yet. Understandable.
"Come here you old man." She put two kisses on Mimir's cheeks, giving him a smile. "Don't leave me ever again," She said, "Never."
"Oh my poor grand daughter," Mimir sounded sad too, feeling guilt about leaving her alone, in the hands of Odin. "I am so sorry. I will not allow him to hurt you again." He smiled sadly.
"Who you are talking about?" Little boy asked in curiosity.
She turned to him, "Odin. He - he put me in a prison after he made my grandfather imprisoned in a tree."
"Yes, we saved him from there! The witch - Freya helped us too! Do you know her?" Giving a lot information in such a short time made his father speak, warning him.
"Boi."
She turned to him, matching voice with a matching body type; deep, husky, and powerful. She thought how he could give piercing feeling to people with just his voice.
"Don't." She said, "He is just curious." Turning from the man's hazel colored eyes to little boy's blue ones. "Very understandable at the age of yours, little boy."
"Atreus," He said happily, "My name is Atreus."
Smiling to him, she gave her hand to him to greet, "And I am Y/n. Mimir's granddaughter."
As they shook their hands, his father made a 'hmm' notice that make her turn to him again, "And you?"
Before he could speak, Mimir said again, "Kratos. The son's father." Clearly, "She is on our side brother. She means no harm. Right sweetheart?"
Nodding to Mimir's comment, she said, "I am sorry to act hostile but when I see my grandfather's head shaking on your belt, I thought you took him as hostage."
He didn't say anything but when Atreus looked at his father, he finally spoke again. "Kratos."
Smiling you said, "Nice to meet you Kratos, and Atreus."
There was a silence, a peaceful but piercing one 'till Mimir spoke again, "Let's go and camp. There is lot to talk and I can say the boy is already hungry brother."
Turning to his son, Kratos nodded, pointing a direction to Atreus to follow, he began to walk as he put Mimir's head on his belt again. She didn't complain. She knew how there were just a few person who are trustable. He had to protect his son too.
Following them behind, she looked at her grandfather, pointing to Kratos, "Is he always like this?"
Mimir smirked, "Yes. From the time we have spent together, I can say he is always like this."
"I can hear you." Kratos said, annoyed but not quite hostile anymore.
"So," Atreus turned to her, walking backwards, "Are you a Goddess too? Are you from the Asgard? Mimir didn't told us he had a granddaughter."
She said before Kratos made a warning again, "I am an Aesir Goddess." After realizing Kratos' sudden disturbing expression, probably remembering his meetings with other Aesir Gods, she added, "But I am not on their side. That is why Odin put me in a prison. He didn't want me to help Mimir and other people who are against them."
"How did you escape?" This time it was Mimir who asked a question.
"Odin is so focused on something else than me. He left the prison for a week and I found a way out by doing some magic that are forbidden and hard to do. It took me 23 years to spell the magics correctly."
"23 years?!" Atreus spoke in disbelief, "How long did you stay in there?"
Thinking it for a second, she said, "It has to be 89 winters."
"Wow, that's," He tried to say, showing his sadness clearly. Sadness he felt because of the situation she was in. "That's a lot."
"Hmm." Kratos said, sounding empathetic.
Smiling to Atreus after turning from Kratos wide shoulders that looked magnificent, she said, "It's okay. I am free now as well as my grandfather. We will not let that happen ever again."
Nodding to her, Mimir said, "Now it's time to smell the freedom. Take a look around sweetheart. Finally, we can see the realms and their beauty. And I am thankful to this little boy and brother to set me free."
She added, "I am too." She turned to Kratos, "I am thankful."
"I did it for us. Not for him or you." Such a hostile personality.
"I can say this is not true at all." She said, "I can see kindness inside you and the boy now."
Kratos stopped, turning to her, making both Atreus and her to look at his bigger body. He finally spoke again, asking another question, "What Goddess are you?"
She smiled; finally, he took an interest in her. Out of a certain reason, this made her feel excitement. Kratos who was probably a God but from other realms now had curiosity about her.
"I am the Goddess of spirits. From the Asgard to all other realms, I can sense every spiritual things and their souls. I can even smell them." She turned to Atreus, then to Kratos. They all were listening in silence. "From the power I hold, I can say that you are two lost spirits who have no harm to others unless they hurt you." Taking a few steps to Kratos, closing the gap between them, she added, "You are trying to protect the boy, understandable behavior but you also don't mean to act all hostile. This is just the nature of yours which I can empathize. But you also should know that I mean no harm too. I am here for Mimir. I want to protect only family I have like you do. So," She gave him her smaller hand in a friendly manner, "Let's get along, shall we? Maybe," She smiled, looked at the boy again who was watching them curiously, then to Kratos, "Maybe we can be friends?"
Kratos looked at her hand, then, slowly, he took it. Shaking his powerful hand a little, she felt real warmness on her soul. She could see the future, a good one, together. The things she couldn't see was that how they will be more than friends. They will find peace and love with each other's lost and broken souls that will cure slowly thanks to other's company. They will be a family.
And with that, the new and long journey for their bond has started.
end of part I.
thanks for reading u all. <3
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thats-me-a-nobody · 7 months
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Once upon a time, I took a wrong turn unintentionally And now, my life has changed completely
Maybe it was written in my fate Maybe that's why I'm getting everything so late
Maybe I should trust the timing But how could I when everything's so overwhelming?
I wish I could know who I am gonna be Because this person doesn't feel like the real me
I don't know when I will figure my life out Because right now, my mind is full of uncertainties and doubts
Maybe one day, all these years would be a forgotten memory But till then, how am I gonna carry on without losing myself completely?
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afadednebula · 9 months
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in a garden full of caterpillars
i decided to keep you
but then they took you away from me
and when with them,
you turned into a butterfly 🦋 - afadednebula
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nhyphk · 2 years
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E, levantando-se, disse: aqui estou eu, vim por ansiar; vim por tantas amarguras roubarem o doce dos meus méis; vim pelos pensamentos angustiados e pelas tortuosas horas que nunca sento mas que nunca se vão; vim pelas batidas irregulares de meu coração; vim pelas manhãs frias que me abraçam e pelo descaso que me deixaste para, sozinho, sentir; vim pela incerteza do amanhã, que parece bater à minha porta como os ventos que uivam solidão; vim porque os mares estão revoltos, suas ondas e correntezas me arrastam, me jogam e me sufocam; vim pois eu me vejo louco em me sinto fraco em meio às multidões; vim porque a distância entorpece minh'alma e envenena a serenidade que era de meu direito ter; vim porque depois da prosa, resta-me imaginar-te e nem sempre t'imagino bem; vim porque quero meu acalento e, ainda que soe violento, não m'interessa nada que não seja tu, outrora tudo que desejava era fechar os olhos e não mais existir se não estivesses aqui, então vim, vim com a briza que nos afagava, carreguei minhas dores por caminhos e estradas e vim porque este amor pertence a mim e ti. #poema #pormim #byme #writtenbyme #lyrics #original #gay #love #amor #brazil #brasil #bahia #moon #fullmoon #sky #night #nightphotography #insta #instacool #instagood #instagay #poem #português #portuguese (at Gamboa, Ilhe De Tinharé, Bahía, Brasil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdkHp5ZMRv5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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And even if it didn't last long, you brought some light to my dark world and put my mind at ease even for a split second.. but the aftermath of you is what lingers and lingers leaving my mind more of a mess than the start.
It's the feeling of not being good enough that fills me once again.
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poetrywithric · 3 months
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I thought I would cry more.
When the clock showed the midnight hour, 
It was a bittersweet moment.
I would often think about the end of the year, 
But now that it is here, I’d like the excitement to appear. 
When the countdown began, 
I imagined myself with teardrops down my cheeks, 
I was not surprised to see, 
That I had no more tears left in me. 
The new year starts, 
And I cannot her but wonder, 
If I will continue to suffer 
Or if this new chapter will finally make me tougher. 
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krakencatcursive · 4 months
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Static
In a room full of noise I hear static Why did I come? I feel like a spare. A spare in their moment, simply invited to entertain? Laughing at my sarcastic temperament. But I feeling silently judged, Is this just my self loathing, As they snap their photos, laughing in their moment, Why am I here? Hayley Chaplin 02/12/2023
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juiceboxjournals · 1 year
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maneulv · 1 year
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A melancholic smile plastered the boy’s face, as the rain continued to fall, and his feet remained firmly in place.
Dull, Josie McHugh
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bobfloydsbabe · 4 months
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burning flames | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc
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a gold rush fic
SUMMARY: A heated argument reaches a fever pitch for Bob and his TA.
WARNINGS: academia au, enemies to lovers (if you squint), age gap (mid-to-late 20s/late 30s), power imbalance, mutual jealousy, SMUT (fingering), bob being grumpy and rude. strictly 18+/minors dni.
WORD COUNT: 2.3k
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SPECIAL THANKS to @cherrycola27 for letting me rant about professor bob and for sending thots when i ask for them. you're a real one.
A/N: very loosely inspired by the song style by taylor swift for the wonderful @laracrofted's 1989TGM writing celebration. this was supposed to be a mob boss bob fic, but that made me cry, so i switched gears and now here we are. i'm sorry this is so late, ames. enjoy!
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“That’s all we have time for today. You’re dismissed.” He closes his book and listens to the sound of laptop lids being shut, chairs scraping against the old wooden floor, and chatter amongst his students. It’s a sound he’ll never tire of, no matter how long he teaches.
One sound is distinctly different, though. The sound of her voice. Sweet and soft. Lifting his eyes, he sees her talking to one of his students. Mike something. He can’t quite remember, but she laughs and puts her hand on his arm, making Bob clench his jaw.
Another student, Alicia, comes to his desk to talk about the upcoming assignment and what she can do to improve her grade. Normally, he would tell her to make an appointment at his office, but then Imogen laughs again, making heady eyes at that Mike guy, and he decides he has all the time in the world to talk to Alicia.
He tries to pay attention to his student, to answer her questions, and even tries to smile, but he can feel Imogen looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Her dark gaze is intense and sets his skin on fire in a way he’s been trying to ignore for weeks.
“So,” he hears Mike say. “What are your plans this weekend?”
Bob freezes. He lets his eyes wander over to Imogen, who’s still smiling. Next to him, Alicia is still talking, but her voice is far away and barely audible as he focuses on his assistant.
“I’m revising my dissertation proposal,” she tells him. “They rejected the last one for being too broad, so I have to narrow it down.”
Bob’s on that committee and strongly disagreed, but other members outnumbered him and he was forced to dissent. Dr. Kazansky had given her the news, and Bob remembers the heartbroken look in her eyes when she came to his office afterward. He’d wanted to comfort her then.
“Too busy to have dinner with me?”
Bob straightens his back, eyes still trained on Imogen as he dismisses Alicia, telling her to make an appointment if she wishes to discuss things further.
She mutters a thank you and scurries away. Imogen opens her mouth to answer, but Bob interrupts, certain he doesn’t want to hear the answer she’ll likely provide to this Mike character.
“Miss Van Doren,” he says, barely recognizing the hardness in his own voice. “My office. Now.”
He doesn’t wait for her to respond, but gathers his books and leaves the lecture hall without a glance back to see if she’s following. It doesn’t take long for him to hear her marching footsteps behind him, so he leaves the door open for her.
She slams it shut, so it rattles on the hinges.
“What is your problem?”
She’s furious. Nostrils flared, heavy breathing, and a delicious flush paints her cheeks pink.
“My problem?” he asks, placing the books on his desk. “What’s your problem?”
She drops her bag to the floor and crosses her arms in front of her chest. The gold necklace with her initial catches in the light, drawing his eyes down.
“I don’t have a problem,” she insists, taking a step toward him. “But you constantly berating me is getting old.”
He says nothing. He can’t. Not when she’s looking at him like she wants to wring his neck. Not when all the blood in his body is racing south, and he’s trying not to look at her legs, but they are on full display in that tight little skirt she’s wearing. Again.
He swears she’s doing it on purpose to rile him up.
He hates that it’s working.
She takes a deep breath, pushing her shoulders back, and looks up into his eyes. He’s always found hers unsettling, like she sees the parts of him he’s been hiding for decades.
“I know you don’t want me here, Dr. Floyd,” she says, gesturing around his office, making her short skirt even shorter, revealing more of her supple thighs. “You’ve made that abundantly clear, but you could at least show me the courtesy of not undermining me every time I talk to students.”
He frowns. “I don’t undermine you.”
She scoffs, gaze leaving him as her frustration fills the room. “You interrupted my conversation with Michael not five minutes ago,” she argues as her eyes find his again. Dark brown meeting ocean blue.
He steps forward, eyes wandering over every inch of her exposed skin, making his head spin with barely contained desire. “It was an inappropriate conversation.”
“He asked about my dissertation.”
Bob shakes his head. “No, he asked you out.”
“So what?” she throws her hands out to the side, exasperation turning into full-blown anger now. “He’s been trying to ask me out for weeks, but you always manage to interrupt. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you do it on purpose.”
He freezes. His heart’s beating painfully in his chest and his face feels like it’s on fire. There may even be steam coming out of his ears.
He watches Imogen run her hands through her hair, pulling at the roots, and he truly wishes she wouldn’t. It’s conjuring up very vivid images in his head that he shouldn’t have of his teaching assistant.
She looks at him expectantly, thinking an answer is going to come, but it doesn’t. He doesn’t know how to respond to that in a way that’ll make sense to her. It barely even makes sense to himself.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” Bob says finally.
She scoffs. “Yeah, well, he treats me better than you do, and I know that’s a really low bar, but it’s better than—”
Bob crashes his lips against hers, swallowing the gasp she emits. For a moment nothing happens, and for a second he thinks he’s made a grave mistake, but then Imogen’s arms circle around his waist and she sighs against his mouth. 
He walks her backward until her back hits the wall behind his desk, and he presses her against it, trying to get closer.
He pulls away a few inches to look at her. Cheeks flushed, hair a little out of place, and pupils dilated. She’s never looked more delectable, and he knows she can feel his hard cock against her hip. He doesn’t care.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes search his face for something, but it’s unclear whether she finds it. “Why did you do that?”
Her voice is barely above a whisper. There’s no hint of regret, but the rational part of him knows this is a bad idea. He’s her superior, after all.
“You wouldn’t shut up.”
“So you kissed me?” she asks with an adorable wrinkle between her brows.
He frowns. Now sure he’s misjudged the situation, Bob leans back and squares his shoulders, letting his hands fall away from her neck.
“Oh no,” she tuts and grabs a handful of his sweater, pulling him back in. “Get back here.” She stands on her tiptoes and captures his mouth with her own, tongue dancing at the seam of his lips for entry.
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He leans his weight against her, pushing her against the wall, and groans into her mouth when she tugs on his hair.
His hands travel down her body. Grazing across the swell of her breasts, into the dip of her waist, the hips that have occupied his thoughts for weeks, and finally, her thighs. His lips never leave hers, and his tongue explores her mouth and the taste of mint that lingers from her toothpaste.
Imogen shudders as his fingertips tickle the back of her knees, whimpering at the touch.
His hands slide up the back of her bare thighs, feeling her soft skin under his palms. She moans into his mouth and it’s the most arousing sound he’s ever heard. He can’t help the roll of his hips, desperate for friction, for relief, for something warmer than his own hand.
His hands travel up under her skirt, feeling the plumpness of her ass in his hands make him push against her again and she’s meeting him with her own movement.
“Professor,” she moans, as he trails wet kisses along her throat, running his tongue over the skin afterward.
He hums, kneading her ass-cheeks, growing harder as he rocks against her. Even separated by layers of fabric, the friction is enough to drive him mad.
“Dr. Floyd,” she says, pulling his hair hard enough that his lips detach from her throat. Her pupils are wide and hungry, mirroring his own, and their heavy breaths mix in arousing unison. “I’m still mad at you.”
A smug smirk spreads across his face. “I know,” he says and removes one hand from her ass. He uses it to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Don’t go out with him.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
The words hang in the air. Bob keeps one hand on the side of her neck while the other remains under her skirt, playing with the edge of her panties. He holds her gaze, waiting for her to make the next move. To tell him where she stands, what she wants.
He sees the moment she decides, the corner of her mouth turning upward just enough to be a smile.
“Show me.”
Yanking her panties to the side, his fingertips glide along her folds, feeling her already soaking for him. Her mouth forms a perfect o as she gasps, and he wonders what else that pretty and vicious mouth can do.
Her fingers curl into the hair at his nape, gasping when he finds her clit. “So pretty like this,” he whispers, kissing the underside of her jaw.
“Professor,” she whimpers. “Please.”
“Come on,” he says, leaning back to watch her. Her brown doe eyes have gone dark with hunger and desire, arousal clear from the bead of sweat on her temple, and his cock is so hard he’s about to go insane. Yet, he still leans in close, his lips featherlight against her ear and whispers “moan for me.”
He leans back just in time to catch the look in her eyes when he presses his thumb against her clit and she lets herself moan. Louder than he expected, so his hand flies over her mouth, keeping her quiet, but feeling her smile beneath his palm.
His thumb massages her clit while his index finger finds her entrance, warmth begging him to enter. Bob meets Imogen’s eyes, asking without saying the words because he doesn’t trust either of them to keep their voices down.
Her nod sends him to heaven.
She moans into his hand as his finger slides inside her. He’s hot all over, groaning into her neck at the sensation of her. “So fucking tight,” he mumbles against her skin, making her clench around him.
Tightening her arms around his shoulders, she whimpers against his palm, and her hips meet his motions as he pumps his finger inside her. Her juices spread across his hand, and before long, he adds a second finger.
His office fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, muffled moans from Imogen, and barely contained groans from himself. He can feel her getting close, her legs trembling, struggling to stay upright. Leaning his forehead against hers, he removes his hand from her mouth. “Quiet,” he mutters against her lips.
She nods as she kisses him, open-mouthed and desperate, and his thumb draws tight circles on her clit as he angles his fingers against that spot inside her. She’s there. He knows it. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Cum for me.”
She does. Gushes around his fingers, writhing in his arms. He guides her through her high, holding her against the wood-paneled wall behind her. Her head falls against his shoulder as she comes down, and a long whine escapes her throat as he withdraws his fingers.
Leaning back to give her a little space, he takes in her unkempt hair, swollen lips, and the breathtaking pink flush in her cheeks. Her eyes flick down to his hand, then turn to the very obvious bulge in his slacks.
“I–”
She takes his hand, the one with fingers covered in her cum, and brings it to her lips. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she closes her mouth around his digits, swirling her tongue around them, tasting herself. He’s entranced, can’t stop watching her when she hums as if it’s the most delicious meal she’s ever had.
She withdraws his fingers with a pop, letting his hand fall back at his side. They stay there, looking at each other, processing what just happened between them. Not only is she his teaching assistant, but he’s on her dissertation committee. He has power and influence, and while she’s not his student, he is her superior.
“I…” he tries again, but trails off.
She smirks, squaring her shoulders. “Close your mouth, Dr. Floyd,” she says and sidesteps him, adjusting her skirt. “You’re too smart to be a mouth breather.”
She crosses the office, gathering her bag from the floor where she dropped it, and he gets a peek at her panties as she bends over. White lace. His slacks have never felt tighter.
Unsure what to say or do, he stands there watching while Imogen tries to make her hair look presentable. “Alright,” she mumbles after a minute. “See you tomorrow.”
The door closes behind her, leaving Bob in his office, surrounded by books, paper, a chessboard, a laptop he’s forced to own, and the memory of his TA coming undone on his fingers.
There’s only one word to describe the situation he now finds himself in.
“Fuck.”
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visionsofmagic · 1 year
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▸pairing: bruce wayne/the batman x f!reader [battinson version]
▸summary: having sex with bruce and the batman is totally different.
▸wc: 3.1k
▸warnings & tags: B REFERS TO BOTH BRUCE AND BATMAN [in other words, I used B as to say, ‘Bruce & Bats’.] events take place after the batman movie (2022), not mention of selina. PART 1 OF 2 . now, we have some warnings and these are; pet names, bats being hunter and y/n prey (as symbol ofc), personality confusion, fingering, licking, rough movements, nude, dirty talk (a little), begging, kneeling, explicit language, fluff after smut, +18.
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  The man you were in love had totally two different sides; not because of being a toxic person. He was a good person who just seeks peace for his and Gotham’s own good. Different sides were there because he was a gentle, sweet guy on daylight, and a vigilante, wearing a bat suit in midnight to seek justice. Bruce Wayne and The Batman was totally same person. However, having a mask on and off made Bruce have different sides. The bat suit was giving him power, strength and bravery. With it, Bruce has become more than a human. Everyone saw him as a freak while others found safety with his presence. For you, both Bruce and Batman was your lover. Even if Batman was just Bruce with a bat mask on, he literally became utterly different with his Batman persona.
As the night came to the scene, it was Batman’s time to show up. In daylight, you couldn’t reach Bruce because he was avoiding you for some time now to keep you safe. You respected his choice because his new playboy profile has become famous in whole Gotham city, even if it was a little. He didn’t want you to get recognize by his surrenders because there was a new treat for the city and he wanted keep you hidden and safe for a while, ‘till he discover who is this new treat. They could be someone from Bruce life as well as Bats.
So, when he showed up on the roof of a huge building, hidden from the city’s eyes, a smile already was placed on your now happy face. Whenever you were with Bruce and Bats, you always felt so safe. B was making you feel unique emotions with his presence, every single time.
“Hi,” He tried to look calm but after spending so much time with his two personas, you knew how he was happy too like you. You two didn’t meet for four days ‘till this night, so, you rushed to him, hugging your hands around his neck, placing your head to his strong shoulder. “It’s nice to see you too.” His voice was darker than normal. You wondered what he was thinking that moment.
To get some hints from his half covered face, dark colored eyes and body movement, you stepped two steps behind, now standing right in front of his huge and powerful body, “I thought you had business for this night too.” He was searching for some information from underground of the city, and you were just keeping his records safe and sound in his hidden place on the roof you both had created in order to helping each other. You were not a special person, but your intelligence and ability to solve codes were something that you could work on for him. B said how you didn’t have to do it again and again but you were stubborn. If he was going to fight with crime, you would too. He was not alone. He needed to know that he was not alone.
After sensing your sadness covered with lots of happiness now made him put a little teasing smile, as you could say, on his face, “I didn’t know you missed me this much.”
You rolled your eyes, leaving him there to sit on one of the technological desks he has. You put your one leg to another, hands resting on the table, “I am not the only one.”
His audible footsteps stopped right in front of you, ready to get between your legs. His closeness made you realize how you missed to have him. You body missed him as well as your soul. Knowing he missed you too, in both ways, excitement hit you. Whenever you were with B, you had felt a dangerous feeling on your abdomen. Other than love centered feelings, he was making you take some actions. Actions that seen as sins but given chills to your core.
Without saying anything, he found his place between your legs, touching your cheek with his gloved hand. Oh, how you missed to feel his skin but this was not available at the moment. So, you enjoyed what you had. Closing your eyes, you leaned to his touch. “Was it hard?” You asked, referring to his previous dangerous missions without you in the past four days.
He nodded, still looking unreadable. He was a little different today and you would find out what was wrong.
“It’s okay.” You touched his half exposed face, feeling both his skin and mask. “You have me now.”
“Yes, I have.”
After hearing his unstable voice, you realized how he needed your touches. It didn’t take you more than two seconds to connect your lips together. Warmth of your lips transferred to his cold ones, giving you both satisfactions.
The air turned from cold to hot in a second after having him between your arms again. As lips collapsed each other, bodies became closer to each other, wanting to feel more, having hard times to keep calm posture. However, thanks to Bats’ unreadable behavior right now, you wanted to find out what was bothering him. First, you should give him a clear mind, then you can give him all of you.
You left his lips, but kept closeness, “Tell me.” You said, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
His brows furrowed, looking irritated about leaving your lips and having this conversation right now. “Nothing’s wrong.”
He tried to leave you there but you held him in his place by closing your legs together, crashing his strong thighs. He was trying to escape. There was literally something bothering him.
“You can’t escape this time big boy.”
“It’s just –“ He hesitated for a second, “It’s Bruce.”
A confused expression appeared on your face, “What about him?” It was weird a little bit, referring Bruce as him while Bats was just Bruce’s himself.
“They are seeking for him. About money and statue.”
A sudden concern hit you. Rushing towards your technological equipments for searching names who wants to use Bruce, you asked, “Who are they?”
He didn’t respond. He stood still, not giving any emotion.
“You should leave. Be at home for the next week, ‘till I found them.”
“And hunt them? All alone?!” Poison of anger was spreading from your voice to Bats’ ears, making him look furious too. “You know I can’t let you go into the rabbit hole all alone, B.”
“This time is different.”
“No, it’s not!” Your hands placed on your hair, pulling it with a little force. Ready to cry because of concern and anger, you tried to sound clear, “I will not leave you. Never.”
Bats came to your side, “You don’t understand. I need you to be safe –“
“And I need to be on your side!”
The attraction between the two nervous and concerned bodies was visible even to an outside eye. Two pairs of determined eyes stared at each other for a long time before the bodies collided to each other. Although at the end of the day one would accept the other's word, what mattered now were the longing passionate feelings that anger brought with it.
As lips connected once again, a huge adrenaline exploded inside, making them act in a rush on the outside.
Batman’s strong arms hugged you from waist, caging your smaller body like you are what he needed more than anything. It’s was like there was poison in his system, and you were his cure. Indeed, you, your body and soul were his cure.
With a step forward, he made your body hit the table behind you. Without leaving your lips, he picked you up, placed your body on the surface of the table. After sitting down, your hands reached for his bat mask’s pointed ears. Holding them with your bare hands, you felt so powerful. The fucking Batman, who was spreading horror and terror for criminal in the whole Gotham city, was letting you touching him with the way you liked the most. He wasn’t complaining anything. He just took your every gesture, body movement and sound as open invitations for his further desires.
Having sex with Bruce and Bats was totally different and now, after spending past four days without your presence beside him which made him miss you so much, and feeling anger, the sex with Bats would be devastating but the most beautiful thing in the world. He was going to take revenge of the days he missed you, and for your previous stubborn behavior and you would just accept it with great lust.
After putting your delicate body on the table, he took his place between your thighs, wanting feel you fully. You knew even without his bat suit, this man was full of strength but it was a fact that with his suit on, you always felt a great passion which drives you crazy every fucking time.
“Bats are you su–“ You even couldn’t finish your sentence about having private moments on a roof which was normal for him as he nearly tore apart your top. He was like a wild animal that was gone for a hunt and came back to his beloved one to calm down his harsh nature, finding both passion and peace.
“It costed me a lot, you know –“ Your nonsense sentence which was a result of feeling a sudden shy cut by him again. He wasn’t thinking at all. He was doing what he wanted to do with you, or to you. You had no strength to make him think. Because of his movements, he was making you forget to think. He just gave you a chance to act according to your own desires. He wanted to see your burning side. Not the shy one, unlike Bruce’s want.
Second piece that ripped out from your body was the black skinny pants. His gloved hands didn’t stop ‘till you had no longer clothes on your body. Now, your exposed body was in front of his black colored eyes, looking like fire’s itself, traveling from top to toe without feeling shy. One of the things you liked about Bats was his shameless gazes. He took every part of your body like it was the most beautiful piece in the world made just for him.
“B –“
Between rapid breathing, you tried to get his attention to you, wanting to ask if he wanted to go more private place or not but he didn’t hear you. He just took your hardened nipple in his mouth, catching the other one with his other gloved hand, giving you a sudden warm feeling. His tongue on your nipple and hand made you soak. You could feel wetness coming from your core to thighs. Batman was right here with you and he was sucking your nipple hardly, making you jump with every tongue motion.
He chanced his mouth and hand’s places, now he was sucking other nipple, sending a joy to your core and making wetness increase its density. Slowly, his right hand traveled from your breast to abdomen, then finding its way to your core. You thought he was going to play with you a little, maybe preparing you slowly but he didn’t. He just removed his glove with a fast move and suddenly, his two fingers were inside you.
“Ah – “
“Shh –“ His deep voice penetrated into you, “Take it.”
He left no room for you to speak, to show how his rough finger moves were taking you to climax. Like a good girl, you took it.
And like a naughty, unreasonable girl, you said, “Not enough.”
Then, his dark colored and dangerous eyes looked at your face, trying to find a weak part to tear apart, making you feel sorry to say that. His eyes were speaking enough though, ‘How brave of you, don’t you think?’
Without saying something more with his eyes or mouth, his finger’s pace increased, going in and out rapidly, hitting your abdomen. He had no mercy. Not anymore. And here you were, crying because of both lust and pain. Regretting for your action wasn’t a choice anymore. You knew you couldn’t take back. He was going to tear you apart. Just now, you were his beloved one who he would find calmness and peace. Now, you were his prey. A prey which he must show his dominance on.
While his fingers kept their pace, his free hand found its way on your neck, holding it high enough to make you face him. Seeing his burning eyes, you reached the climax, ready to let it all go but you knew there was one thing to do, “Please.” You looked at his lips, then eyes again. “Let me.”
He tilted his head to left, “Let you what?” Lowering his head, he tightened his touch, not leaving your core at all. “I can’t understand you if you don’t say what you want clearly.”
Oh, it wasn’t time to play at all!
“Please!” You begged, “I need to –“ A shy feeling hit you again but your lust was far beyond from it. “I need to cum! Let me cum, Bats, please!”
A phantom smirk fled visibly on his lips for a moment, “Good girl.”
And this was all you need.
As your cum fell out from your core to his fingers which were staying inside even after your climax, new hunger hit you. Instead of his fingers, you wanted him. You wanted him to bury himself inside you. You wanted him to fuck you and with that new hunger, there was nothing to stop you from saying this aloud, making him bossy again.
“Fuck me.” There was no shame anymore. “Fuck me Bats. I need it. I need you.”
As fingers left your core, he looked at your pathetic body.
“No.” He said without hesitation, “I will do better than that.”
With his last words, he crouched down in front of you, taking one of your legs and putting it on his shoulder.
The moment you realized what he was going to do, his fingers again found their ways inside you, putting some juices you made back in. Because of sensitive skin, higher sensation of passion sent its jolt to every part of your body. Moans weren’t stopping, making roof so noisy. No sound from Bats and so much sound from you. He was hunter, you were a prey.
“Bats!”
You shouted his name as his tongue joined to his fingers, licking every juice you made now and then without thinking about your condition. If he just took a look at your face, he would just see a desperate woman who is wanted to be fucked by him but got something more, something that made her mind go beyond this world’s reality.
No one but expect you could taste the feeling of seeing Batman on his knees, eating your pussy like it is his last meat to get a delicious taste from. Yes, every time he fucked you, you felt wonderful but this, this was beyond. This was something else. Something gave you a superior feeling, making a fact hit your face; you were Batman’s one and only. The one he would give not the whole world but also his proud away.
As his tongue began to hit your delicate spots again and again, you screamed his name again, “Bats!” Breaths were no longer you concern. You felt paradise. “I –“ You couldn’t speak as his third finger joined to others, leaving no empty space.
“Ah –“
All you could do was moan in delight as all the burning sensations rushed through your body. Besides the wonderful pleasure of feeling him so close after so long, nor you or him could expect you to be able to do anything else rather than moaning because of his fingers’ and tongue’s deft moves. You found yourself in a stinging feeling, standing in front of the night and the moon that reflecting its light on your naked form and Bats’ suited one.  With the shame and courage of being naked, he was soon to put out the fire that was boiling inside you, making you reach the second climax of the night. In your last moments, it had never occurred to you to make a sentence or ask his permission to cum. There was just a desire to touch his ears’ again.
With that desire, cold hands held his ears, rapid breaths were taken, and a last moan escaped from tired body, “Bats! –“
Throwing your head back to empty air, you reached your climax.
When the stars of the night find their way from the sky and fall right in front of your eyes, you were honored to have his tongue drink every drop of the cum, not wasting any of it. The man, who was called as a freak by others, was your fascinating beloved. He was the one who would make you like this, being naked in the hell of a night without questioning anything. He was the one who you would expose both your body and soul. He was the Batman. He was your lover.
“B.”
He cleaned his mouth, stood up, showed his huge posture like he wasn’t kneeling and eating your pussy just now.
You smiled, hugging him with your naked body you felt his suit fully but beyond that, you felt his fast beating heart. He was a human after all. He felt everything like you did.
The smile became bigger, “I am glad you are back.” You said, “I love you.”
A few minutes later, he hugged you back, “Yeah.” This was his way to say ‘I love you too’. Even if you wanted to hear it you even agreed to that.
“C’mon,” He said, finding your blanket which you would bring to roof for coldness of every other night. As he wrapped your body with the blanket, warmness felt inside too. “Let’s go home.”
You wanted to say that he was the home but you decided not to. Maybe another night, you thought as both of you made your way to his bat mobile, not saying a word but feeling wonderful.
After all, you were his and he was your beloved.
But it was time for Bruce Wayne to complete the night. Batman would wait his turn any other time.
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writtenby-delilarose · 10 months
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His presence hunts me. His voice, his wants, his needs… they are all calling me. How can i forget the cream spilled after i showered him with flaming words. His words cracking me open and releasing the fire from within, with just the simple thought of being his. Never consistent but always in my thoughts. Specifically when my hands wonder in between my legs.
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thats-me-a-nobody · 7 months
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Just a thought... 🤷🏻
F1: You know how much our friendship changed over the years?
F2: How much?
F1: Let me explain to you with an example.
When we became friends, we were traveling on the same road. You were riding on a cycle and I was riding on a scooty (this difference is not financial, but some other factor). But despite being in different vehicles, we were adjusting according to the other. We didn't let each other go. We were the happiest we've ever been because we were together.
But, after some time, a lot of things changed. You changed because you met new people and you liked your new life. But I was still the same for you. You upgraded yourself according to others and for yourself. You were now traveling on a bike alongside me. We were still together and we still made time for each other as much as we could. We were happier but not the happiest. Still, we didn't let each other go anywhere.
But, some more years later, due to a lot of mishappenings and incidents in your life, you built a wall around your heart and yourself. You changed a lot due to pain and broken heart, and I couldn't get to you anymore, no matter how much I tried to come closer to you. You upgraded your lifestyle a lot now. You like a fast-paced life and surround yourself with people with whom you can have fun. We are still trying to go on the same path, but it's getting too hard to hold onto us. Because as much as I want to hold onto you, I know I'd get hurt whenever you'd let my hand go. I used to be your safe place, but now it feels like you've put a lock around that safe place, and I couldn't get to you anymore.
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#Fantasies I've dreamed a life and it can't be With you right beside me Our dogs off the leash. And back yard for the princess So she can play and rule over the Dumbs and we'll resist Oh, I feel your presence, it's magnificent, I feel the thunder hitting the spotlight It's gonna come for us, gonna destroy my dreams. I let it out when I took a chance It was the wrong one, how could I have known? You were supposed to drive me You were supposed to be beside me You were supposed to be part of my dream You walked away, the dreams have stayed, it's foggy out there in the backyard, it's raining now and it'll never stop till it washes away All our mistakes, all fantaisies. Every now and then people told me You are damned Your misery will make you company On the way to heaven Where you will bury all that you desired Until you see it's not what it is You entered Hell, the only way to escape is to forgive yourself And heal all the wounds that he put on you Tattoo the scars so they won't be there haunting you Well, you are wrong, they never haunt me They're the reason why I keep going Why I'm searching for the lost kingdom in my garden It's not meant to be, but it is what it is I let it out when I took a chance It was the wrong one, how could I have known? You were supposed to drive me You were supposed to be beside me You were supposed to be part of my dream You walked away, the dreams have stayed, it's foggy out there in the backyard, it's raining now and it'll never stop till it washes away All our mistakes, all fantaisies. Is this the way that you always planned? Is misery what you have always intended? So please just go, pick up your clothes Off of the street, take all you have. Leave it to me to paint this town again A beautiful color, to see the sun when it's grey out there. I let it out, my fantasy, but you walked away You were the one who walked away from our dreams. It's foggy there, it's how I like... #poem #lyrics #nhyphk #byme #writtenbyme #poetry #poema #letra #insta #morrodesaopaulo #msp #morrodesp #bahia #brazil #brasil #gay #instacool #pic #instapic #beach #praia #paradise #paraíso #love #instagood (at Morro de São Paulo Bahia Brasil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjIREIMOBj4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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