#vanderwoods3ns

[loneheirs]

M. / can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

the smell of coffee wafts through courtyard ; the second youngest wayne heir is up early - in fact he hasn't slept. there was something to be said for princeton , nj. the idea that gotham was hours away , that he himself didn't draw attention on campus. this was about academics , about being the best , and for the first time he wasn't examined.

for the first time he wasn't some exotic butterfly that was pinned to a canvas while wings were pinned and examined closely. there was no news , no comments about the lack of leadership he demonstrated.

there's been news from gotham , lucius had been so kind to keep in touch with bruce since his summer internship knowing that inevitability that power would one day be in the hands of a young man who seemed lost , swallowed up by grief as there were constant reminders of what exactly had been lost ; littered upon every street corner in gotham.

carrying a paper by teeth , and balancing a coffee that begs for creamer he stands for a few moments before spying a table and making his way to it. though there is the interruption of thoughts , someone yanking upon rolled up button up shirt as he then places coffee down on table , and removes paper from teeth.

' yeah , no i can get you tickets if you want them ... ' assuming that that's indeed what she wanted , it's early - he's tired , and just played a show the previous night. forgive him. there's the swell of pride , confidence perhaps that he did in fact , start something new. that here he wasn't JUST : bruce wayne billionaire orphan - here he was so much more. ' i mean ? if you really wanna go - ' a smile shot in her direction , eyes betray - exhaustion rims. ' then yeah i can help ' /@vanderwoods3ns

[poein]

* @vanderwoods3ns … “  how do you take your coffee?  ”

as far as austin knows, he's not prone to lucid dreaming. so why then is the serena van der woodsen herself asking how he takes his goddamn coffee ? he's grown up here in new york. he'd know who she was even if somehow, no one else did. this part of the world is new to him -- the networking ; the events. his agent sets everything up & all he has to do for a few hours is smile & act charming. easier said than done, he'd argue. the money, however, is by far the thing he finds most difficult to wrap his head around. he's been cut checks, given sponsorship deals, & he has to take a look in the mirror every time to confirm he is still himself, & he didn't somehow accidentally stumble into a picture of dorian gray situation. ( he's already made a post some years back on how instagram is conceivably a modern-day version of wilde's story. he doesn't really remember how that post went, but the irony of putting it up on instagram & it getting as many likes as it did was not lost on him then, & certainly is not lost on him now. )

" uh, " he blinks, running his hand through his hair out of habit more than necessity. austin's never truly been a morning person, but his brain seems to have short-circuited more than usual. new york's ' it ' girl. right there. goddamn. " black, " he says finally, having made fool enough of himself for now. " or really i'll drink it whatever way. " ( . . . ) " thanks. " ( . . . ) " you ? "

[parker66]

" you really think that's gonna change my mind, do ya? do you know who you're talkin' to, me ol' china? you think i really change my thought processes 'cause'a whingers like you? " @vanderwoods3ns.

[shiitb4lls]

@vanderwoods3ns sent : i’m not usually like this , i’m sorry .

brows furrow together the second the words leave her mouth. my head shakes from side to side, soft sigh escaping my lips. "ain't no reason for you to apologize for somethin' like that." i say firmly, but i try my best to keep my tone soft. "we humans are complicated little creatures. we aren't supposed to feel one thing all the time. that kind of thought is a bunch of hooey. now, c'mon, what's on your mind ?? best to get it off of your chest before it grows too heavy."

[tr4umaborn]

" no no. no no no. no! " the phone he so loves kept nicely between his hands as he drags himself into @vanderwoods3ns's apartment. he's clicking through his insta, eyes glued to the screen. " did you see these lies? first off, saying i have an std is so 2019. " before she can stop him, he throws himself over the couch arm, laying across the entire thing. he's still looking at the phone. " second, no one on grindr is going to care about this. it feels like a wasted post. " and yet, here he is, pulling his vape out to take a puff to fill the space around his face.

[baseballgreat]

❝       they      say      𝐧𝐞𝐰      𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤       has       the       best       pizza          ....        -         IS      THAT      TRUE    ?          ❞   

·· ヽ ·· — vanderwoods3ns / 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻.

[k4ndall]

The penthouse was crowded with people who were drinking and smoking weed on the floor, making out on the couches, and fucking each other in the bedrooms. The maids would have so much shit to clean up. Kendall didn’t envy them or the poor kid whose parents would come home after a nice relaxing vacation in Biarritz or the Greek Islands and find their house wrecked to the tune of several million dollars.

He wasn’t sure whose party it was. Just that he had been invited down to the city. He needed it. After that scene with Masha in the dining hall two weeks ago and the obsessive reading of Sonia’s obituary, this party was as good a cure as any.

He was wandering down a corridor when he accidentally bashed his head against the wall. The loud sound silencing the party for a moment.

He heard @vanderwoods3ns call to him, “You walked into a wall. You should go to bed.”

“Noted,” he shouted over the loud music. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed, too?"